Helori was just a lowly maid at the grand Hotel Borg in Reykjavik, the capital city of Iceland on the shore of the Artic Ocean.
Helori had been born an Icelander twenty-one years earlier and had found employment with the hotel after leaving school at eighteen.
With three years seniority Helori was one of the senior maids and responsible for all the rooms on the hotel's forth floor.
It promised to be a busy weekend with the G8 conference being held in Reykjavik the entire hotel was booked with delegates and their entourages.
Lawrence Gooding was an advisor to the finance minister of Great Britain, one of the delegates to the conference. Lawrence was a gentle manner slender man in is forties, a decided bachelor consumed by his work. He was attending the conference unaccompanied and had the large forth floor suite to himself.
The light was flashing on the telephone when Helori went into the forth floor linen room. Helori dialed housekeeping.
Room 4210 wanted more towels. Helori grabbed a couple of white terry bath towels from the self and headed to 4210.
Helori knocked lightly on the door to 4210, "Maid!" she announced.
Momentarily an older man wearing one of the hotel's robes opened the door.
Helori offered him the two towels she had in her arms.
"Thank you." The man said, "Do you know how to work the shower?"
Foreign guests often had trouble understanding the Nordic plumbing, it was unique.
"I will show you." Helori offered.
Helori followed him through to the bathroom and explained the operation of the bath faucet to him.
The guest thanked her and then asked if she knew where a guy could get a girl?
It was a question guest usually asked the concierge but Helori was able to help him.
The pretty young Icelander augmented her hotel income by offering her services to lonely guests away from home. For an agreed upon sum she would make the guest's stay considerably more enjoyable.
Helori asked the man what time he would like her to return?
Helori waved to Stan on the desk as she hurried through the lobby to the bank of elevators. She entered the elevator when the doors opened and pushed the "4" button. The doors closed and the elevator hummed upwards to the forth floor.
Helori had time to go home and have something to eat. She the showered and fixed her hair and makeup and grabbed a taxi back to the hotel. Under her beige raincoat she was completely nude.
She knocked on 4210 and her client quickly opened the door.
"Good, right on time." He greeted her.
Helori entered the room and slipped off her coat.
Helori stood tall and naked before Gooding. The 5'9" blonde goddess with lean "A" cup breasts and a golden fleece covered pussy. Her erect nipples were the delicate pink of a tropical sunset and her eyes blue glimmering pools. Helori's long shapely rose up to form the tightest buttocks Gooding had ever seen.
"You like?" she smiled.
Gooding was speechless, for three hundred Euros he was going to get to spend the night in bed with this statuesque beauty.
Helori sat relaxed while Gooding poured their drinks.
Gooding was still wearing a hotel robe.
