Yes indeed

Emma blushed, and then reached for her blouse.

"Yes, sir," she said and began at the top button. Sir? thought Connor, where did that come from? Almost immediately he sensed an answer - this girl really got off on serving people. Must be a convenient kink, sorting out the demands of travelling businessmen all day. Emma finished unbuttoning, and opened her shirt, looking down to avoid eye contact.

Connor took a quick look around the lobby. No-one else was there, and no sign of anyone coming. Then he focused his attentions on the tiny blonde's tiny tits. Emma's bra was unnecessary, for support at least, they looked so firm. Between them hung a small silver cross. Connor looked further down Emma's slim torso and was rewarded not just with a hint of black panties above her suit trousers, but a belly button piercing - a plain silver ring that matched the cross.

"What do we have here?" said Connor, and reached out to gently flick it, "Even more jewelry to show off?"

"Oh, I've got a bit more.." said Emma, and popped her bra cups down to expose her breasts. They were perhaps slightly larger and rounder than Connor had thought, and each of her two pink nipples was capped with a little silver ring going through it. "Do you like the view, sir?"

"Wow..." was all Connor could manage for moment. He gazed as if he himself were mesmerized then shook his head gently. "Those look amazing. Do they hurt?"

"Only in a good way. I mean, they're pretty sensitive. Give them a tug. Gently, please, sir."

Connor reached out, his hand shaking imperceptibly with nerves, and took a hold of the right hand nipple ring. He lifted it as cautiously as he could, then slowly pulled it towards him. Emma's whole breast was pulled up with it, and she moaned and closed her eyes.

"Mmmm! Yes! Now both!" gasped Emma, squirming against her own body piercings. Connor was practically drooling as he tormented (or was it pleasured?) the receptionist. Then he heard a rumbling noise.

Both turned to see an elevator's indicator flash from 5 to 4. Emma squeaked and began hurriedly covering herself. Connor considered helping, but thought he'd just get in the way, so he stood awkwardly and hoped he'd block anyone's view if she didn't finish her work in time.

Fortunately, Emma had buttoned the top of her blouse and her suit jacket by the time the doors opened and spilled a couple and their luggage out into the lobby. Flashing Emma a relieved smile, Connor made to leave only to catch a shake of the head from the girl (who, he was realising, wasn't much older than he was). When she'd finished dealing with their checking out, Emma scribbled something on a piece of hotel stationary and held it out.

"You know... I've got a sixth piercing you need to check out. Here's my number. Call me!"

Certainly, Connor thought as he started up his mom's car, these powers work. I need to decide what to do about the whole situation with Joan though. And Alison, and Fern. And Emma now, I guess.