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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Steve was just clambering over the bar top, having gained entry where he should not have, clutching a large malt and an even larger glass of Grey Goose vodka. This is too Bonnie and Ryde, he laughed pleased with his joke. Ellie didn't even have time to reply when the guest lounge door burst open. "Hold it right there, the police are on their way" growled the man mountain blocking the door. Steve, now ashen white, started with a trembling voice, sorry, we're guest sorry, sorry. I don't give a fuck, the beast replied, you've stolen booze, and at that he moved to behind the bar. He brought his clenched fist down hard on the till and the drawer slowly opened. He lifted the money from the till and stuffed it in his pocket. And, he shouted, you have stolen the float from the till! Steve was now speechless but Ellie interjected, "we did no such thing, you just took it"! Well now my little slut who will the police believe, me the Night Porter, or you that shows her fanny to anyone that is passing in the street. The beast smiled as he continued, the police will see the devils whore on the CCTV, when I show them what you have been doing outside the hotel and in the corridors. You should be red with embarrassment but we both know you aren't capable of feeling shame. Right, Steve leap up, you've gone too far I'm …. Before he could finish the beast bitch slapped his face. Steve collapsed back on to the sofa in shock mainly. Ellie put her hands brazenly on her hips and looked hard at the monster towering over her husband, ok mister what's the deal?
Now I thought you might be a smart little vixen, am I right? Ellie turned and lifted the glass of vodka from the counter, downing it in two large gulps. She turned to him, I'm sure we can sort this out without recourse to the police.
How bloody awful, Steve thought as he watched the bank of screens in front of him, he was covering the Night Porter functions as his wife and that fucking monster drank up in the lounge. Bastard, who does he think he is making me do his work, I've a good mind to say something. She's smart, mused Steve to himself, she'll find a way to wriggle out this without too much difficulty. Steve suddenly had that familiar feel, excitement mixed with terror, maybe he'll demand a wank or see her tits....Will she do it, Steve wondered. He had been pestering her for years to be more adventurous, flirt, flash and maybe, yes maybe go a bit further. His elation collapsed as he realised she would never let another guy touch her. He started switching the screens to get the camera covering the guest lounge up.
Ellie felt the vodka course through her body, any chance of another she asked the beast, wiggling an empty glass in her hand. For you tart, just now, anything, he replied as he leered at her crotch. She felt like she had been punched in the stomach when she remember what she was wearing and how her luxurious curly hair was protruding from the gusset of the outfit. Ellie didn't realise then that she was at a tipping point in her life's sexual journey. In the next minute, depending on what she did, she would either leave tomorrow with a lot less money and home to the mundane her life of drudgery, or she would find out what hidden passions and fulfilment she had been missing all these years.
Steve found the screen showing the guest lounge, that beast of a man was standing in front of his seated little pet, Ellie. Fuck him, Steve went to rise and head to the lounge, but a strange excitement caused him to settle back in front of the screen. There wasn't any sound, just his wife motioning the man nearer to her on the seat. He towered over her as she started rubbing the front of his trousers. She used her red finger nails to trace invisible patterns before gripping the zip. Steve frantically sought the zoom function. Something almost animal like was uncurling from its enclosure, it was bent in a U. Ellie confidently gripped what part that was exposed and started wrestling the rest free. There, she had the full length in both hands. She just stared, Steve stared but his lips were pursed in an "O". Ellie was fascinated with this thing. It was a "thing" as it seemed quite separate from the man looking down at her. She used her longest, sharpest finger nail to trace each protruding vein down to its vanishing point at the base of the shaft. She tenderly nursed the full weight in her hands marvelling at the turgidity and solidity of what was after all flesh. She breathed the musky smell of sex and now she wanted to see what else was hidden from her. Suddenly she was frantic to loosen his trousers, she pulled and yanked at his belt. Without warning he violently pushed her back, he was in control, he was the master.
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