The receptionist

figured that Aivlys and Val probably had other lives to get on with and had the driver take them home once I got settled into the hotel room. I had already extracted their phone numbers and a commitment from both of them to come running if I called.

I contemplated my proposed investment while I took a shower. This was bankrolling a whole country. A little country of only about 100,000 people, granted, but a country who would go bankrupt if I didnt. Hospitals would close, wages would be unpaid. There would be hyperinflation, Riots in the streets, Starvation. It didn't bear thinking about. And nowhere else would come to the rescue either. Ruritania was strategically and geographically insignificant. It had no natural resources to speak of, and produced almost nothing. Unemployment was huge, and following a civil war almost a decade ago, it now had a demographic split in the adult ranges of 3 women to every 1 man. the place was a basket case. Despite having split from the Soviet Union originally and now being almost defenceless, it was in no risk of being conquered. No-one wanted it! I mulled over ways to make this nation earn and for me to get my money back with interest, while I read up on it a bit more and made my plans.

Before long there was a quiet, almost apologetic knock at the door. I checked my watch. Midnight already! The time had flown.

Just in my shorts, I stepped across and opened the door.

A trembling receptionist stood there, wearing a black bra and briefs, black pantyhose and a pair of shiny black pumps. I was pleased she had kept the pumps on, even though I had said just the underwear.

"Come in", I said and reached over and kissed her on the lips, while simultaneously taking the two bottles of Heineken from her grasp. The receptionist stepped back, startled, then as I held the door open for her proceeded hesitantly in to the room without speaking. I watched her tight little ass in quiet admiration as she walked nervously past me, then gave it a pat causing her to jump startled as if stung.

I followed her and when she stopped in the middle of the room, at the foot of the neatly made bed I stood directly in front of her gazing carefully over her. The receptionist looked away to the side. "Hang on", I said, and reached into her bra cup and pulled her right tit free so that it hung out over the cup, then repeated the process with her left. "There, that's better", I smiled then sat on the edge of the bed, patting it in an indication that she should sit beside me. She looked down at her newly displayed breasts open mouthed but said and did nothing about them,

She paused a moment then perched primly where I had patted, as if trying not to dent the quilt with her ass and looked forward. I scooted up beside her, hip to hip. She tried not to notice. I put my hand on her knee and gently squeezed it.

"So, what's your name", I said, stroking her thigh slowly but not moving quite as far up as her lacy black panties. I could feel her shiver

"I am Arronic sir", she said, without turning to make eye contact.

"Nice to meet you Arronic. Thanks for bringing the beers up and keeping me company this evening."

"You are welcome sir". she replied with a slight tremble in her voice. Her W sound sounded almost like a V. You are velcome. I thought.

I did a little calculation in my head. I had... fucked the pregnant woman in the bar when I landed, then later on there was Val... If I fucked the receptionist now that was 3 in short order, my cock was going to be pretty well out of action tomorrow, which was a bit of a waste of a day. Possibly I should restrain myself. But, she was so damn stuck up and tight looking. Dammit!

Decisions!