Author's Note. Hi all. Returning to Literotica after too long a pause. I appreciate any and all critical feedback - positive and not so. Many thanks to Allegra for their sustaining inspiration. Hope you enjoy!
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The Mulberry negotiations were dragging. Jack was pissed. His client was a jerk, and his opponent's client was a fool, and they deserved each other. They should settle and move on. Instead, they each pressed on in their petty little war. As a senior partner at Aubrey & Maturin, with over 30 years of practice, he knew this should have been easier. This negotiation was business, and in the end, the only losers would be their shareholders. The winners, of course: The lawyers.
Early in the process, Jack realized this was going to be a war of attrition. Each day exhausted him, so rather than commute an hour each way from home, draining him further, Jack elected to rent a suite at Two King East in downtown Toronto. Two King was a small boutique hotel, tucked into the middle of a condo development, it offered discrete and top-notch service to executives who needed a quiet getaway. In keeping with the low key presence except for a bar, there were none of the usual hotel amenities such as restaurants, gyms, or pools. In fact, Jack couldn't remember ever seeing the chambermaid carts that typically jam hotel halls.
Slim, very attractive women staffed the front desk. Their uniform was sharp and professional; a black sleeveless wrap dress with surplice neck. The length rose to mid-thigh. Stockings and black heels completed the standard outfit . Managers wore tailored jackets. All wore deep red lipstick with either short hair and hair up. As attractive as they were, they were all very business. All guests and visitors had to be cleared by them on arrival. If you weren't announced, you could not get access to the guests.
The bar was one of the stops at the end of a weary day. Jack had struck up a relationship with the regular bartender, Ms. Madeleine. Jack's favourite drink was a double Dalwhinnie Scotch. Early in his visit, Madeleine took some delight in pointing out to Jack, "Oh, a double D, like me." Ms. Swann may have been the only chink or might that be the kink in the hotel's iron clad ultimate discretion directive: Staff must not be too familiar with the guests.
She had his double Dalwhinnie poured and waited for him at his usual time. Jack usually ordered a dozen oysters and flirted with the beautiful twenty-something.
On this particular day, Jack arrived at the hotel much later than usual. He bypassed his usual stop at the bar and made his way directly to his room.
The elevator whisked him directly to his floor. There were just four suites per elevator lobby which assured guests a fair amount of discretion and privacy. There were no peepholes on the door, a strict no knock policy: discreet buttons, if needed, activated chimes within the suite to announce visitors. Actually, residents would have already known who was coming as they would have cleared them at the reception desk. The elevators went directly to guests floor. Of course, staff could use their pass keys to access all levels if needed. All of this was actively monitored by security; all security tapes were deleted on a 24-hour cycle.
He was pretty sure he had the floor to himself, but then again, the hotel was so quiet there was no way to know for sure. The suite had become Jack's sanctuary. It contained a decent sized living room offering generous lake and city views in two directions, a large TV, a proper desk for working. A small kitchen with stove and fridge was available should he feel like whipping something up himself, There was a generous bedroom equipped with a king-sized bed and a full bathroom, both with fantastic city views. Some evenings after assaulting a homemade dinner, Jack just loved to plant a genuinely girly bath bomb in a full tub with candles and a very large whisky and take in the night time view. The bathtub would comfortably accommodate two, which caused Jack a bit of frustration. He hadn't had time for a relationship for quite a while.
Jack had just stepped out of the shower when the door chime sounded. Jack wasn't expecting anyone, so he ignored it. Next, he heard the door opening. "Room Service!" a young woman's voice called out cheerily.
"WTF! I didn't order room service," thought Jack. He quickly donned one of the suites' plush bathrobes and prepared to confront the intruder.
"Hello, Mr. Aubrey, sorry to barge in on you," Madeleine had advanced her cart past the threshold, giving Jack a disturbingly awesome view of how short her skirt was as it rose on her thin, stocking clad, thighs. " Ms. Thomas said I should deliver up this Valued Guest care package as soon as you'd finished in the shower. Your favourite I believe; a dozen oysters and an extra large Double D - double Dalwhinnie. Just like me!" She turned and presented her chest smiling brilliantly and handed him the drink. Indeed, though it was becoming an old joke; it was not one he was going to grow tired of soon.
Wait a minute, he thought.
"Care package? How would you know? How would you know I just finished in the shower?"
"Oh. Sorry, Mr. Aubrey. Shit. Sorry. I blurted that out."
Jack smiled and chuckled, "Ok. No worries, but tell me."
"OK. Please let me assure you we do not spy on our guests. I know how disturbing it might be revealing our subtle monitoring. Please keep it secret. It's for the guest's benefit. The hotel prides itself on anticipating every guest need so to do that..."
Setting the cart aside, Madeleine moved toward him. She looked deeply, sincerely into his eyes, Jack became aware of her scent. Her green eyes fixed on his.
"So they monitor each suite's key occupancy sensors regarding internet usage, heating, cooling, water pressure, stuff like that. As it was explained to me, they have a log-thingamajig.
"Algorithm?"
"Sure. Anyway, when you didn't stop by at the bar as usual and since the desk attendant said you looked pretty bummed, the Duty Manager thought you might need a pick-me-up. The Guest Monitoring System helped us get the timing right. In this case, we pretty much knew when your shower ended so we'd arrive just in time with some interesting treats, which based on prior orders we knew you'd like. And of course, I knew you'd be interested in a double D. By the way; I brought the bottle," she whispered, "just in case."
"So you spy on your guests."
"No. Not at all!"
"Are there cameras?" Jack was becoming a little more agitated. Evidence of his late night self-amusement sessions could be devastating.
"Absolutely not! Mr. Aubrey, I'm probably saying too much but, yes we do know how many people are in the suite. It's for security - Heat sensors, motion sensors and such, but there are no cameras. And all files are deleted on a 24-hour cycle.
Madeleine moved to the table and placed the tray of fresh oysters down.
"Let me fix the bed for you," She moved to the bedroom and began to pull the covers down. As she reached for the pillows, she placed one knee on the bed to get better leverage on the sheets, and her dress hiked high enough that Jack caught a clear view of her delightful pussy just visible beneath the fabric of her sheer briefs.
Madeleine glanced back, "These plush beds are too high for tiny girls like me. It's hard to protect one's modesty, but I know you weren't looking." She giggled.
