Make him a sexy offer

You lean in. "Listen, Bruce. I'm pretty sure I made that reservation, but you're probably a little too stressed to find it. So how about I loosen you up under that desk?" You lick your lips, making yourself very clear.

Bruce's stare turns into a grin. He looks over to the bellboy.

"Wesley, leave this man's luggage here for now. We'll call you back for it later."

The bellboy nods, pushing the luggage up to the desk and leaving. Bruce looks at you and heads into the office, where he opens the door into the front desk. You walk in, but Bruce stops you.

"Crawl," he commands, looking at his surroundings. You obey, getting on your hands and knees and following him to the front desk, hiding underneath it. He takes his position at the computer, his crotch in your face.

You fiddle with his zipper, pulling it down. Reaching in, you feel a slowly hardening dick in your hand. You pull it out and start jacking it off, watching it grow. You give the cockhead a little lick, and you see his cock at full potential, a 7 1/2 inch cut cock that you immediately put into your mouth.

You suckle on the upper half of his shaft, teasing Bruce. He utters a low moan, and you lips work their way down his cock until you feel your forehead pressed against his jacket.

You start sucking it, up and down like a regular Monica Lewinsky under the presidential podium.

"Welcome to The Hightower," Bruce suddenly says. "How may I help you?"

"Yeah, I seem to have misplaced my key card. Is there a way I can get another one?"

You realize Bruce is servicing a customer... while you service Bruce. You almost snicker as you continue sucking his cock.

"Well, um... you can, b-but I need your ID," Bruce stammers. He fucking loves it.

Bruce leans forward on you, and just as soon pulls back. "Okay, what's your room?"

"815."

You hear him typing on the computer. Breaking from sucking his cock, you look up to see his face. He's trying to keep it as straight as possible. You grin and go back to your blowjob.

"Alright sir," Bruce says. "Here's your new key."

"Thank you very much."

"No problem."

His dick is wet with your saliva, and he is slowly rocking his hips forward into your lips. Your hands reach around and grope his ass, helping him push into your mouth.

"Hi," you hear another customer say. "I'd like to know which housekeeper was in my room today because they've stolen my valuables."

"How so?" Bruce asks, as concerned as he possibly can while getting a blowjob. You work your mouth on the underside of his cock, sliding it back and forth on your lips.

"I had gone to eat at a restaurant and when I came back, my room was cleaned, but my Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses were missing."

"Sir, our housekeeping staff does not steal from our guests. Perhaps you've simply misplaced them."

Mischievously, you start sucking him harder. You feel him buckle over you.

"No, I know exactly where I put my Dolce sunglasses and they weren't there when I came back."

"Alright, let me get hotel security." You hear Bruce pick up the phone as you swirl your tongue over the head while in your mouth.

"Hello, I have a young man here who claims that housekeeping stole his sunglasses," Bruce speaks. "Alright."

He hangs up. "He'll be here shortly. If you could just take a seat nearby."

You're sucking on his cock furiously now, and you feel his hand plant itself on your head and push you in faster. Bruce facefucks you under the desk, keeping his face as serious as possible. Your hands clamp onto his butt and you feel his body tense.

"Ohh," he whispers. "I'm gonna cum..."