She Goes To The Front Desk

Tiffany filed papers in the back of the front desk area. It was typical that when everyone wasn't needed on front desk one or two people would perform filing for the hotel management, whose office backed onto this shared area.

The hotel manager was off wandering the halls, Karl and Anthony were watching the front desk, allowing Tiffany and Sue to take a break from their heels, if they felt so inclined, before the arrival of the wedding party in about an hour.

Everything was in place for them, the wedding party had been moved to the fifth floor, and Tiffany eagerly awaited a chance to go investigate what could await them there.

She would have already, but her gut was telling her to stay away. As seemed often the case since her encounter with Security on the fourth floor, even her gut feelings felt torn. Part telling her to just get out of here, the other part whispering about how important it was to share the pleasures she had tasted. Too seek more.

The room centered around a round table, filing cabinets lined the wall between the room and the zig zagged corridor leading to the front desk. Above them sat a series of large screen tv's, one was tuned to a local news station on mute, closed captioning delivered the audio reports and a box under the forecast streaming quick news facts. To either side though displayed security camera feeds from around the lobby, and various entrances to the hotel.

A few people lounged on one couch in the lobby, a few others were going to the bar.

Tiffany browsed them, marvelling at the security woman crossing the lobby from the elevator. Her mind just thought about her oral fixation from earlier, as she turned from the filing cabinet to ease the temptation to go follow the woman to the security office.

Looking at Sue's back Tiffany bit her yellow lips as she felt the temptation to lean over Sue's back, and kiss her way along the nape of Sue's neck while fondling her.

Looking up across the room the wall was one long mirror, meant to provide multiple staff a chance to check appearances before rushing off to places. To one side was a door out to the corridor, and the other corner a door to the assorted hotel management offices.

Tiffany sighed heavily in frustration as she looked at the mirror.

"Is something wrong?" Sue asked glancing up behind herself at Tiffany momentarily before glancing at the front desk camera feed to see if there was a line.

"I just feel it's going to be a long day." Tiffany replied walking past Sue towards the mirror, her pussy was practically drooling for attention, her nipples aching against the bra containing the cleavage that bore them.

"You invite it on yourself when you chase after Events and Catering. Hell, I hear Alana has to stay past last call to ensure nothing goes wrong. That could be you if you worked that department."

Tiffany had stopped listening half way through Sue's reply, she was too busy smiling stupidly at the mirror as a marvellous looking woman stood behind her.

Glancing over her shoulder, Tiffany frowned for a moment before she felt the firm embrace of her breasts.

She suppressed a moan turning back to see the reflection's nude form now obstructed from view by her own. She watched as it's clawed finger tips undid a blouse button slowly, as she nibbled on Tiffany's nape.

"Mmm... Oh..." Tiffany pleasurably moaned as she felt an invisible presence brush across her lips. Looking to the mirror she could see a finger held up to keep quiet, a tail slowly wafting about with what appeared to be a cock head on the end of it.

Tiffany held her mouth open invitingly only to see the reflection that was Bindy step around her and blow breath on the mirror to write.

As the message took shape Tiffany gasped under her breath at what it suggested.