A young boy about 17 or 18 runs out of the elevator the moment the doors open and piles directly into you. “Fuck!” he moans as the garment bag and boxes he was holding fall to the floor. “I can’t believe this shit.”
With a sigh to yourself, you watch the elevator doors close with the boy and his boxes blocking your way. As you bend over to help him gather his wares, the boy smiles at you, his shaggy blond hair falling in front of his face. “Thanks, dude. Gotta get this to some bitch in Suite 704. Says I’ll get a huge ass tip if I get it there pronto.” Smiling at the kid you move out of the way as he darts down the hall with his goods and his dreams of “huge ass tips.”
After a few moments’ wait the elevator returns and you step inside, humming softly to yourself as you lean against the back of the elevator car and daydream of your date tonight with Dani. Finally the doors open on your floor and you step out as a young couple gets on the elevator with their kids. The parents give your disheveled clothes a disapproving glance. You simply wave to them and smile before sauntering down to your room. Soon a quick hot shower has you feeling vibrant and ready for tonight’s “festivities.” As you slip on a pair of your black casual dress slacks and a dark blue button down shirt, you realize that Danielle never told you what room number she was in. Chastising yourself for your stupidity, you sit down on the edge of the bed to pull on your shoes as you reach for the phone on the nightstand to call the front desk.
The moment you touch the receiver, however, the phone rings. Startled, you pick up the phone. “Um, hello?”
A giggle is heard on the other end of the line. “Is that how you always answer?” Danielle asks before laughing again.
You growl softly and deeply into the phone. “No…sometimes I ask the person on the line where I can find her so I can molest and massage her well into the night.”
“Mmmm…in that case, get up to Suite 704 and make it snappy, mister.” With that, Danielle hangs up the phone with an audible click.
While putting on your shoes and black tie, a thought occurs to you. Suite 704…that was where the delivery boy was heading. You grab your sports coat and leave your room. The whole elevator ride down to Danielle’s room, you can’t help but wonder what was in those boxes.
When Danielle answers the door, you realize with a lustful twinge exactly what was in those boxes. She stands there wearing a rather cute and short black skirt with matching stockings and heels. A white button down man’s shirt and black tie hugs her chest nicely, strangely accentuating her feminine beauty. Her luscious hair is done up loosely in a bun at the top of her head, and her eyes glow with a playful anticipation.
“So,” she begins, snapping you out of your not-so-deep thoughts. “Would you like to go out for dinner, or do you want to eat here?” |