The Concierge

The Concierge

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Helping hotel guests was her job until it involved one particular guest; then it became her enjoyment.

Summary

Helping hotel guests was her job until it involved one particular guest; then it became her enjoyment.

Content

Submitted: February 25, 2014

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Content

Submitted: February 25, 2014

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This short story came to me while I was working on the next chapter of "Take My Daughter."  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you to all my fans and those who are so kind to leave comments and likes.  It is encouraging, but also daunting; I only hope I can continue to live up to your overwhelming praises. Hugs to all, Aly

 

I click on the weather channel and see the dark purple covering the whole metropolitan area.  “Shit,” I say under my breath.  When Chuck, my replacement, shows up I update him on the problems popping up due to the weather.  He shrugs; nothing bothers him.  My cell phone rings; it’s Elsie, “Hey Els, what’s up, girl?”

In a high shrill voice I hear, “Oh my God, Jen, you’re still at work?”

“Yep, I was just getting ready to head out in this crap.  What’s wrong?”  I can hear the panic in her voice.

“Jennifer, I need a favor from you.  Did Ben Davis check in?”

“He checked in a few hours ago.  He wanted me to set up a car for him in the morning. He didn’t ask for his usual though, not this time.  Why?”

Elsie sighed “He set up the same girl last week. He wanted her to meet him in the lounge at 7:30.”

I look out the hotel doors and frown, “Let me guess, she can’t make it.”

Sounding regretful, Elsie stammers, “I feel horrible, Ben is such a great customer and I hate to let him down. I have no other girl I can get there on such short notice. Jen, sweetie, would you be a doll and buy him a drink, maybe even dinner…maybe…even more…on me?  Please tell him how sorry I am, but this is Mother Nature’s fault not mine.”

I shiver, “Elsie, I can’t do that!”

“Why?  You’re off duty now” In a kitten purr, she begs, “Pleeeeease?  I can’t lose him as a customer. He’s my best and if he calls another service…please, Jen?  You know how hot he is; remember what you told me?”

Why the hell did I ever confide in Elsie? He is hot, but I know he only likes Elsie’s girls, not someone like me. I sigh in resignation, “Okay, okay, a drink, and only because I like Ben.  And I am charging this to you!”

“I’ll pay whatever it costs. You’re a doll, Jen.  Thank you!”

I sigh as I look at my watch.  I have just enough time to run home and change.  The thought crosses my mind that I should grab my overnight bag, but then I shake it off; a drink only and only because it is for Elsie and only because it is with Ben Davis.

I enter the lounge wearing my dark blue bandage dress with a sweetheart neckline that enhances my cleavage to the max.  I see Ben sitting at the far end of the bar; his usual perch.  I walk towards him as I unbutton my wool coat, now a bit uncomfortable that I choose such a revealing dress.  But this was Ben Davis after all, he would demand nothing less. As I approach him he smiles and I return the smile as I feel the wetness develop between my legs.  He is older, gray hair, a slight paunch.  It is not his looks that make him so damn attractive though, it is the way he treats women.  Being the day shift concierge, I get to hear all the juicy stuff that Elsie’s girls tell me as they leave in the morning.  He buys them dinner and wine in the best of places, he stays in the Bay Suite with the most beautiful view of the water, and they have the best sex, even though he is kinkier than hell.  I have never heard a complaint; only a desire to return.  A desire that I live, vicariously, through Elsie’s girls.

I try to sound calm and collected, “Hi Ben!”

“Hey there, Jennifer.”  Ben is taking a long slow perusal of my body, “Are you still on the clock?”

I chuckle as I take a seat on the bar stool next to him, “Dressed like this? No, I am actually here because Elsie called and wanted me to give you a personal apology and buy you a drink.”

He smiles, “Let me guess, the girl cancelled.”

I give him a sympathetic grin, “It’s the weather.  Everyone is snowed in. Nothing is moving out there.”

He smiles, “Well, I wish all my messages were sent by someone as beautiful as you.  To tell you the truth, I really wasn’t expecting to see anyone tonight. No one in their right mind would be out in this blizzard.  In fact, I know you were definitely not wearing that earlier, so do you have a secret closet here? He grins in a sheepish way, “Or are you not in your right mind?”

Shaking my head, I chuckle, knowing that he is enjoying the dress and the teasing as much as I am enjoying what it is doing to him.  “No, I only live down the block so I was able to run home and change.”

“Well, I must tell Elsie that she sent the right person to let me down.”  Doing another slow perusal, “You look fantastic in that dress.  Now, what can I get you to drink?”

“Oh no, Mr. Davis, this is on me…well, actually on Elsie.  I point to Ben’s empty glass and nod to Bruce behind the bar.  “Two of those please along with the Chelsea Special: his steak rare, mine medium rare, baked potatoes, his with the works and mine plain, and whatever the vegetable is today.  Two house salads, mine with the dressing on the side and only the crusty rolls, none of those soft things.  Oh, and Bruce, this all goes on Elsie’s account.”

Ben turns in his chair, his mouth slightly ajar, eyebrows raised, “A woman after my own heart.”

I silently applaud myself thinking how true that is. Two can play his game.

We eat our steaks and enjoy a couple of more Scotch on the rocks.  I only have to walk down the block and he only has to walk to his room so we imbibe a little more than we should.  The conversation is cheerful and pleasant.  He reveals very little of himself, far more interested in my life.  I love my job but often admire the money I see walking into the lobby, I enjoy living by myself and plan on taking a few classes in the fall but really have no set goals yet, I am not dating anyone and those I have dated remain friends – friends with benefits.

I sigh, seeing that it is way past the time I should go. I do have to work in the morning. Ben holds out my coat for me and wraps his arms around me buttoning the buttons, working his way down to the last one.  His lips so close to my ear I can feel his warm breath on my neck.  I shiver.He holds for a moment, leaning in and whispering in my ear, “Jen, I am going to walk you home.  I can use the fresh air and the cold will do my cock some good.  God, you look unbelievably sexy in this dress.”

Grabbing my hand he pulls me towards the door, I laugh, this is so Ben Davis; always in control.  It only takes a few minutes to reach my apartment building.  I fumble with the keys as Ben clasps my shoulders.  “Goodnight, Miss Jennifer.  I had a wonderful evening even if it didn’t turn out exactly how I expected.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, “What exactly are you doing, Ben?  Leaving me at the door?  I was hoping you would see me safely to my apartment.”  When we enter the elevator I push the 4th floor button. We ride in silence.  I walk down the hall, my whole body buzzing with excitement. My head is swarming with decadent thoughts.  Why not do this?  Why not have fun on Elsie’s money?  I’ve fantasized about this for a long time.  Ben is going to be in for a surprise.  He gets me, but on my terms!

We enter my apartment. As he closes the door behind him, I point to the small cabinet in the corner, “Wine there.”

I walk into the bedroom and pull out the bag under my bed.  I rummage around and find exactly what I want. I walk back into the living room just as he is pouring us each a glass of Merlot. As he hands me a glass, he gleefully smirks, “Jennifer, you have such a beautiful but devious look on your face. Should I be worried?”

“Depends on exactly what you are expecting, Ben.  Remember, I am only the messenger and I gave you the message. This is no longer business.”  I set my glass down along with what I have in my hand. I grab his face and kiss him hard, pushing my tongue between his willing lips. I take his wine glass from his hand and set it next to my glass on the table.  As I unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders he reaches for his belt. I admonish him, “No Ben, just your shirt right now.”  He reaches for the hem of my dress and I shoo his hands away.  I harshly grab his face causing him to grimace, “Ben, I said only your shirt right now!”  He stares at me questioningly.

After I remove his shirt and undershirt, I clasp both his hands in front and snap on a pair of handcuffs.  His eyes widen, “What the fuck?  Jennifer, what are you doing?”

“Hush, Ben. As hard as this may be for you, I am the one in control tonight. You did not hire me; you have no control over me.”  I point towards the bedroom, “I want you in there.”

He stares at me in disbelief but slowly walks toward the bedroom never taking his eyes off mine.  I grab the two glasses of wine, taking a satisfying sip of mine, keeping my devious eyes on his.  Naked from the waist up, I command him, “Lie on your back on the bed, your arms over your head.”  He reluctantly does as I say. I slowly and deliberately walk to the other side of the bed; confusion and discomfort visible on his face.  I straddle his head. Not wearing any panties and knowing he can see how wet I am; I reach for the rope that is laced through the eyehook screwed low on the headboard.  “Do you like what you see Ben?”  I hear nothing as I tie the rope tightly to the handcuffs on his wrists.  I reach down between my legs and gently slap his face.  I hiss in a low voice, “I asked you a question and I expect an answer.  Do you like what you see?”

Ben stutters in shock, “Jen, what…”

I slap him a little harder and raise my dress over my head, tossing it to the floor.  I shift, making sure he has a very clear view of my wet pussy as well the rest of my nakedness.  “Answer my fucking question, Ben. Do you like it?”  I slowly lower my pussy to his face rotating ever so slightly, smearing my juices over his chin and lips.  I hear a muffled yes as I feel his tongue start to lick my pussy.  I lower myself more, “Lick harder, Ben.  I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”

He licks harder, moving down to the opening of my vagina as I start to rock back and forth.  He pulls back, “Jennifer, let my hands go, I…”

I slap him harder again, “Did I say you could talk?  I told you to fuck me with your tongue.” I continue to rotate my hips, encouraging his tongue to penetrate my vagina.

After several minutes of oral ecstasy, I rotate my body around so that I am now facing his feet.  I feel my juices flowing profusely.  I grind my hips and spread my increased wetness over his whole face. “Suck me Ben, suck me hard.”  Ben takes in a deep breath. My vaginal walls clench, knowing he smells all that my womanhood has to offer.  My clit hardens, my labia swell.  I move my hand down between my legs and spread my outer labia to expose my clit.  I start to rub it causing even more vaginal juices to flow. Ben is pulling on the rope that is holding his arms in place over his head.  I can see the frustration in his face.  I pull back when the sensation overwhelms me.  I don’t want to come yet; not yet, I am having way too much fun.  I kneel beside his chest.  He looks at me with fiery eyes. ”What’s wrong, Ben?  I was hoping you would like this. Maybe it still isn’t enough for you?”  I pull a few more items from my bag and place them on the bed, out of his sight.

I hold up the blindfold and I tell him to close his eyes.  He shakes his head, “Jen, I’m not used…”  I place my mouth open and wide over his mouth.  My tongue sweeps explosively over his tongue, teeth and inner cheeks.  I suck his tongue firmly onto mine, biting it gently.  He moans.  I continue my attack on his mouth as I run my hand firmly over his abdomen sliding it into his pants, wiggling my fingers, feeling his cock harden.  His breathing deepens.  Removing my hand completely; I hear a deep fearful gasp. I undo his belt and throw it on top my dress.  I unbutton his pants and lower the zipper.  I reach in and pull out his semi-rigid cock, the waistband of his jockey shorts holding it up to attention.  Straddling his face again, I lean down, pressing my cunt harder to his lips, taking his cock into my mouth in one harsh deep move. I grasp his balls firmly.  He arches his back and pulls up his knees trying to pull away.  I hold him firmly in my mouth and his balls firmly in my hand, not moving, just swallowing his length over and over; gulping him in as deep as possible.  I can feel his pre-cum slide down my throat but I hold still, sucking hard.  I hear a muffle, “Jen, I…Jen, let me… please...you are driving me crazy…I am going…”  He is calm now; no longer pulling on the handcuffs.  His knees are swaying side to side, “Jennifer, my god you are driving me wild.”

 I stand and place the blindfold over his eyes.  He does not fight me.  I move to the lower end of the bed and pick up one of the ropes. I lightly run it up his legs, letting the tickling sensations play on his thighs, abdomen and his cock, trailing it around as I enjoy watching it jerk.  Ben’s back arches but he says nothing. I continue to trail it around and over, watching the animalistic twitching of his appendage.  I trail the rope back down his leg and wrap it tightly around his ankle, tying it to the lower leg of the bed. Ben pulls it taught and grimaces.  In a soft caring voice, I mimic, “It will only hurt if you fight me, Ben. Now be a good boy and lay there quietly while I do whatever I want.  You know how this goes, don’t you?” I laugh, “Only the tables are turned this time, huh Ben?”  I hear a weak yes as I continue to tie his other leg, effectively splaying him, his cock at full engorgement now.  I stand at the end of the bed enjoying the view.  Ben Davis is mine.

I climb up between his legs and lean over. Clasping his turgid cock in my hand, I blow long, slow, warm breaths up and down his shaft.  With the wet tip of my tongue I start making feather like licks around the swollen mushroom head. I twirl my tongue around and concentrate on the cleft on the underside. Flicking and fluttering until I see the slickness ooze at the opening.  I curl my tongue and aim deeply into the tiny hole, lapping the increased pre-cum while running my hand up and down the vein swollen shaft.  I start at the tip, with my lips pursed around the head of his cock; I suck rigorously all the way down the shaft until my nose is nestled into the musky hair on his lower abdomen.  I hold him there sucking until I need air. I swirl my tongue over his balls and firmly down the perineum. I feel him swelling to the edge. I don’t want him to come in my mouth, not this time.  My pussy is aching for a good gusher.  I pull back; jumping off the bed.  He takes a few deep breaths as I walk to the end of the bed and reach for the lube.  All he can hear is the rustling, “Jen, what are you doing?  Let me go, I want to…”

“I know what you want, Ben.  You want to be in charge, to dominate me, to make me your submissive.”  I smile wryly, “Sorry Ben, that is not going to happen. You are mine tonight. I am going to do what I want. Elsie asked me to help her and charge everything to her.  That’s exactly what I am doing – and I am going to make sure you get her moneys worth!”

I place a small amount of lube on my baby finger.  Slowly I raise his balls and push my finger to his anal opening.  I hear a low deep moan.  “Jen, what are you doing? God, please let me come. I need to come, Jen.  You are driving me out of my mind.”

I smile, “Do you like this Ben?  Tell me, is this something you like?  I know you like fucking the girls in the ass; what about you?  Do you like getting fucked in the ass?  I like hearing you beg. I know you want to come…sorry Ben, not yet…soon, but not yet.”

Ben lets out an even lower more guttural moan.  I see a bright redness form across his chest and beads of perspiration develop on his forehead.

I untie one leg from the bottom of the bed and raise it over his head. I hook his foot under an arm that is tied to the head of the bed. I untie his other leg and pull it up, hooking it under his other arm.  His ass is now turned up, spread wide so that his tight hole is gaping open, his balls pulled up tight from being exposed to the cool air, and his hard cock laying flat on his abdomen.  What a fucking hot sight.  I run my hand over his cock, down over his balls, thrumming his perineal ridge then circling his anus.  He flinches as I place a hand on his lower abdomen, covering his cock.  I rim his anal opening with my lubed baby finger, pressing firmly and spreading the lubricant around but not entering. I put more lube on my other fingers and press my ring finger more firmly into his tight opening.  He hitches, pulling hard on the handcuffs hissing; “No!”I smack him firmly on his right ass cheek.

“Ben, you know you want this.”  I try coercing a bit more agreement from him.

Slowly tossing his head back and forth, “Jen, I have never…you have to understand...”

I slap him harder on the left cheek.  “What Ben, do you want me to stop?  Is that what you want?”  I slap him again right on his cock and balls.  He pulls up hard on the handcuffs causing his hips to rise off the bed.

He pleads, “No, please…I want to come. Please let me come.  My cock and balls hurt…I need to come.”

I climb on my knees facing away from him, placing one leg on either side of his ass.  I lean back and clasp his cock in one hand.  I rub the left over lube around the tip then rub his cock around my pussy; between my folds, over my clit and around my vaginal opening.  I am so wet it slips in easily.  I start to slowly pump, just the head, then more of the shaft, each pump taking in a little more, going deeper and deeper.  When I hit the base I can feel his cock tip hitting my cervix.  For the first time, my pleasure is now physical.

The pace becomes frantic very quickly as we both desire release.  I hear his breathing quicken, matching mine. His moans become deeper and louder.  He is pulling on his legs; restrained by his own arms, bucking his hips up and down. The bed is shaking.  He groans loudly, “Oh fuck, Jen.  Fuck, what are you doing to me?...”  I pick up the vibrator and cover the end with lubricant.  I push it into his ass getting past the tight sphincter easily now. With each thrust of his cock in my cunt the vibrator goes deeper.  I grab his balls with my other hand and squeeze them gently. “Oh fuck…FUCK, JEN!”  I feel his abdomen contract, his shoulders rise, his body stiffens.  His cock is the only thing moving, pumping his hot semen into me deep and forcefully.  I hold still as my own body contracts around his cock, sucking in the thick warm gel. I untie him as we fall exhaustedly on the bed.

As the sun begins to rise I realize I am alone.  Dressing quickly I head for the hotel.  The snow has stopped and the sun is blinding.  I am at my desk about thirty minutes when Ben walks past, my heart skips a beat.  He offers no greeting; not even so much as a glance my way.  My heart takes a small dip.  My cell phone rings, I can see it’s Elsie and I wonder why she is calling me at work on my cell phone.“Hey Els,” I chuckle, “Please don’t thank me.  It was all my pleasure and I am not even going to charge you for more than the dinner and dr…”

She cuts me off hissing loudly, “YOU FUCKING BITCH!”  Her voice lowers, but still hissing, “If I could get there I would wrap my hands around your neck and choke the crap out of you.  What the fuck were you thinking?”

My mind goes blank, “Elsie, what’s wrong.  I just did…”

With malice in her voice, “Ben called me first thing this morning. He cancelled all his scheduled appointments.” I hear her take a few deep breaths trying to calm herself. “Thanks, you fucking bitch, I can’t believe you did this to me!”

I feel the color drain from my face; my knees wobble as I grasp the edge of the desk.  I see Mr. Craftan, the hotel guest manager, walking determinedly towards me. Oh crap.

I frantically beg, “Elsie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I thought he enjoyed it…God, Elsie…oh shit.”  As Craftan nears my desk I murmur, “Els, I am so sorry.  I have to go, my boss is coming and he looks pissed at me too.”  Tears well in my eyes.  “Elsie, I’m really sorry. I have to go.”  I hang up just as Craftan reaches my desk.

Mr. Craftan leans over my desk, his eyebrows furrowed, “Miss Jennifer, my office now.”  Oh shit…shit, shit, shit.  I walk sheepishly behind him as we enter his office.  Ben is sitting in one of the two chairs in front of Mr. Craftan’s desk.  He is leaning forward; his arms bent, his folded hands resting on his forehead.  He does not look at me.I feel faint.

Mr. Craftan clears his voice, “Jennifer, this is a very unusual situation and I am not sure how to handle it.  There is something I must ask you.”

I shudder; oh please, don’t make me explain.  Elsie is pissed at me, Craftan is uncomfortable and probably pissed at me, and Ben is ignoring me. In fact I can see him bouncing his knees up and down nervously.  I am so going to lose my job and maybe worse.  If the hotel loses Ben Davis’s business, if Elsie loses his business…oh Jesus, what did I do?  Oh fuck!I offer meekly, “I’m so sorry, really, please, I really am sorry.  I will do anything to make this right.”

Ben turns to me, his eyebrows shooting upwards.  Mr. Craftan slams back suddenly in his chair looking stunned, he stammers, “Jennifer, why are you apologizing?  You don’t even know what I am going to ask you.  I have no idea if you would be willing…”

I look at Mr. Craftan then over to Ben who now has a look of yearning on his face.  I ask, “Willing?”

“Yes, Jennifer.  This is way beyond your job description so it is only if you are willing.”

Ben reaches for my hand and wraps his long fingers around it.  He murmurs, “Jennifer, are you okay?  You haven’t even heard what I want yet.”  Ben looks at Mr. Craftan then back to me.  He clears his throat, “I have asked Mr. Craftan if I could use your…um…expertise, as a concierge, to help me with some surveying I need to do later in the week, once the weather clears.  There is some land up in the mountains I want to look at and I figured you would be the one who could tell me more about the area I am looking at than any one else I know.”  I stare at him, not sure I am hearing him correctly.  “Jen, I know this is way beyond your duties, but I trust your opinion far more than the assholes from the surveying company or anyone else for that matter.  They will tell me what they think I want to hear.  They think they know me, but they don’t.” He smiles broadly. “Not the way you do!”  His eyes lower to our intertwined hands. “I hope you don’t mind, but I asked Mr. Craftan if I could take you away from here for 3 or 4 days, maybe more, depending on what I need.”
 
Mr. Craftan clears his throat again, “Of course, Jennifer this is totally up to you.”

I smile, looking deeply into Ben’s eyes, “This is exactly what I need.”

 

 

 

 


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