The Hotel Manager

Lucille pushed the cart onto the elevator casually as the hotel manager stood in front of her back turned, face down, likely tapping away another e-mail on his phone.

Lucille quietly pushed the button for her floor and pulled her uniform shirt shut embarrassed to have practically been caught almost masturbating on the job.

But what was there to be embarrassed about? She let the shirt fall open once more glancing down at how her breasts had overgrown their one time containment.

She ran a hand across her perfectly flared hips, and back across a toned ass cheek. She remembered her last glance in the mirror, she was young, and beautiful.

She began to think about her next move as the elevator lurched to a stop on her floor, she pulled her cart off glancing over her shoulder to see the manager finally look up. He hadn't even noticed.

Jeremy ignored the cart this time, he grabbed Lucille's ass pulling her tight against him, letting her go a little his trunk quickly explored the hardened tiny nipples of Lucille's tits before it dropped into her pants to play with her clit.

Lucille clung to him moaning pleasurably **** for the next step in her temptation, had she not yet proven herself to whatever corrupt forces now held her in its embrace?

Jeremy had fought the urge to strip Lucille upon her return.

Jeremy still hungered for completion, the ache and withdrawal of it dulled by his infusing things with the Idol's corruption. Part of him wondered why it needed souls so bad, and if he could keep the power of his own to himself. If it had any such power.

The other screamed, "FUCK IT" embracing Lucille's body with the trunk, and her gentle exploratory strokes of his cock.

One of the wolves came in, Jeremy didn't recognize the individual, must be one of the security guards from the hallway he thought. A perfect chance to deflect her.

Jake had come in with one task, and an extra intention. He was here to keep the service elevator covered, blocking any escapes this way by his soon to be renewed comrades in arms. He opened the comms room and began pushing the Idol's corruption into the tv, phone, and comm systems. Soon the Idol would be able to transmit what it wanted as it's corruption twisted the tv systems.

Jake imagined his own corruption and fall to the Idol itself being aired as a open movie forceably into someone's room, his union with the idol in turn luring others.

Lucille eyed the toned werewolf, thinking about how it could double stuff her between it's cock and tail. How she could bounce atop them both while sandwhiching the elephantman's cock between her breasts as she savoured his trunk in her mouth.

Part of her wondered just what other marvelous creations her gracious new God had to pleasure this world with. She stopped stroking Jeremy's cock for a moment to be thankful for the Idol's gifts. The lust, the desire, the pleasure, her new youth, beauty, and stripping off her shirt to remove her bra she examined her fine breasts, flared hips, and perfect ass.

She suddenly hungered even more for what new change her new God desired to descend upon her. Dropping to her knees she began playing with Jeremy's cock alluringly staring at the werewolf eager to please him too.

"Quiet down, we-re expecting more of security." Jake interrupted peeking out the door. "We need to hurry changing staff before the reception checks in tonight."

Lucille had forgotten about that. Tonight a wedding party was due to arrive, they had booked out a majority of the hotel, Lucille's mind swam with thoughts of all those people to corrupt, fuck, and to convert into followers of her new God.

"We need the bar manager." Lucille smiled broadly. The middle aged bald man was a reported perv, according to some of the girls who worked bar.

Lucille felt her pussy tingle at the thoughts of some of them.

"Why the bar manager and not the bartenders?" Jeremy replied, remembering a rather bitchy looking red head from the hotel bar on a previous visit.

"The bartenders just stick to and serve their bars. The manager has full access to their inventories. All those guest at that open bar filling up on liquid corruption, those same bottles whispering sweet perversions to their servers. Hardly a guest would go untouched." Lucille finished, the depths of her corruption and dedication to the Idol becoming extremely evident.

Jake and Jeremy looked at each other hungrily. Thought of the Dance floor devolving into an orgy. The few guests that would try to flee easily picked off by their comrades roaming the grounds, until the party was just waiting for the Idol's touch.

Lucille pressed the elevator call button taking Jeremy's trunk in her hand. "I believe I may need a few tusks, and of course you to do to the booze inventory what you did to those carts."

Lucille thought about her fellow housekeepers, she got wet thinking about what they might be driven to do, what they might just become.

When the service elevator arrived, fortunately empty, she and Jeremy boarded. It was time to hit the bar.

When the elevator opened on the ground floor the two individuals reluctantly separated, Lucille looking out into the hall to ensure the path was clear.

Lucille paused for a moment debating the quickest way to track down the bar manager.

The liquor cellar was where he would do inventory, but unless staff were stocking it'd be locked. She could try finding out from one of the bar, or catering staff... Or find someplace to hide the elephantman while she chases the bar manager down...