Ela Park, Florida hotel concierge

"These pillows are too soft! I need firmer pillows!"

"Yes, Mrs. Carter..."

"And the cleaning service tucked my sheets in! I told them to leave mine untucked, but my husband's can be tucked!"

"Of course, Mrs. Carter..."

Ellie didn't use the word 'Karen' lightly, but... Well, as bad as some self-entitled suburban middle-aged white women could be, they had nothing on the upper-class middle-aged white women when it came to inability to understand the struggles of those not blessed enough to be born the pandered-to lowest common denominator.

"Are you listening? Don't make me call your manager! Really, the nerve of these immigr-"

"Mrs. Carter? You have a phone call from your husband up in your room. Something about a video he rented for you? Something with 'juggs' in the title?" The familiar voice from the girl currently answering the phone at the front desk caused a sigh of relief to escape Ellie that she didn't even realize she was withholding.

"What? The nerve of that man! I'm going straight back up to our suite to give him what-for!" The entire lobby felt lighter once the rotund woman stormed off.

Ellie turned to her fellow front desk concierge, managing a weak smile at the the slightly taller girl. "Thanks, Stacy. I appreciate the save."

"I gotchu, fam!" Stacy flashed Ellie a white-toothed grin, giving a two finger salute and a bounce that caused her ponytail and unsupported 34DDs to bounce. The prodigious rack was barely contained in her uniform red vest and white blouse, both unbuttoned for a hint of cleavage and baring a nametag that was proudly misspelled "Stacky." At 5'7", she was just two inches taller than Ellie's own 5'5", but the shorter girl was more jealous of her friend's freckled cheeks, blue eyes, and supermodel-esque figure. Well, maybe 'jealous' wasn't the right word. A more appropriate word would be oh crap.

Ellie fidgeted where she stood, her olive skin flushed as she rubbed her thighs together. Stacy, always the outgoing type, immediately noticed her friend's reaction. "Whoa, girl. Happenin' already? Didn't you see a doc for that?"

"Y-yeah, but... When nature calls, you know?" Ellie turned to Stacy, trying to keep a rigid smile on her face and not look at Stacy's rack. Don't look. Don't look. Dammit, that cleavage was like a black hole. The awkward mixed-race had to reach up and push her glasses back up her nose when she tore her gaze from Ellie's tits.

"Hey, your break is in ten minutes. Try to hold on." Stacy reached over and wrapped her arms around Ellie's shoulders, causing the girl's breath to hitch in her throat. She smelled nice... Like sunflowers and sunshine. Why did her co-worker have to be so sexy?

The next ten minutes seemed to drag on forever but Stacy was happy to take any guests or calls unless there was spillover. Each person Ellie served was a double-edged sword. Yeah, it distracted her from the growing heat and wetness in her loins, but it was also more socially awkward customer service from an introverted nerd. Irony, I know.

It was a secret that no one in the Diamond Hotel of Avalon, Florida knew. That the 5'5" biracial girl with the nerdy glasses at the lobby's front desk was actually a massive pervert.

But it wasn't her fault! Well, not entirely... It was congenital! Sort of...

It all started when she inherited her mother's hyperestrogenism, leading Ellie to an early and overpowered puberty. When fellow students noticed her curves and exotic looks in middle school, Ellie began to feel self-conscious. But even as she took to thick sweaters, hoodies, and modest skirts with tights to hide her developing bust, rear, and hips, she became curious of her own equipment that drew the eyes of so many.

She began to sneak peeks at the other girls in the locker room, comparing her rapid and early development to them, every single one of them significantly smaller-breasted even well into high school. Simple curiosity for comparisons turned to interest, then appreciation. Even with thick, modest clothes, her bust and curves were plain as day and the looks became less, but more intense as the ones who took notice kept their attention due to the air of mystery her clothes provided. It wasn't long before Ellie found that, as embarrassing as the attention was, it was also a turn on. So much so that she began to imagine what the students or even teachers would do if she suddenly flashed them or their interest became so great that they physically acted on it. Such ideas turned into daydreams, which became wet dreams. It wasn't long before Ellie was constantly aroused when in public, an arousal that wouldn't go away and only seemed to keep growing. So one day, at school, unable to concentrate on the lesson, she asked to go to the bathroom. There, for the first time, she discovered the joys of masturbation.

It's only escalated since then into full hypersexuality. Ellie could barely get through the day without taking five bathroom breaks just to jill herself off to thoughts of guests or even co-workers ravaging her or her catching one of the sexy guys or girls she worked with in a **** position and teasing them! Stacy was nice enough to cover for her, though she was under the impression that it was a bladder issue, not an overactive libido that could flare up with little to no provocation.

Thus, those ten minutes went on for an eternity until the clock hand finally ticked for midnight. At that very moment, Ellie fast-walked out from behind the front desk, heading across the lobby and praying that none of the guests or bellhops walking by could hear the wet sounds between her thighs. But another part of her wished they could.

"Ellie!"

The concierge skidded to a halt, nearly tipping over so fast that she was concerned her blouse or vest would burst. Hugging her bust, she turned to see it was Dawn, one of the bellhops. At just five feet tall, he was tiny for a guy and androgynous to boot, with dusky skin, shoulder-length black hair, and a look of constant 'done with this shit' on his face. The start contrast of sarcastic with androgynous... it made her want to tease him NO ELLIE BAD ELLIE GET TO THE BATHROOM.

"Yeah, Dawn?" she squeaked, her voice cracking.

"Show's starting," he said, flicking his head towards the double doors to the live stage theater on the left side of the lobby.

"Uh, I was about to take my break," Ellie mumbled. "Why would I-"

"It's Moodini. And it's midnight."

That caused Ellie to perk up, her messy raven locks sticking up slightly as the tingle ran up her spine. She really needed to go release some tension, but... Moodini. At midnight. The opportunity was so great... She'd yet to miss a midnight show her entire time working here!

It was at that moment, unbeknownst to Ellie, the phone in her vest pocket gave an unusual-sounding ping. She didn't notice, but someone else did...