Ms Ashley Daniels checked her makeup in the portico's glass window wall reflection. She twisted a little sideways, admiring her long legs exposed below the very short skirt. She smoothed a hand over her wool skirted ass, then cupped her breasts to a finer cleavage in the corset beneath the woman's business suit blazer. She liked the subtle tease of her corset boosted boobs, the supporting lingerie unseen, making it appear she was wearing nothing under the jacket. She got a lot of second looks from voyeuristic men.
The limousine rolled to a stop at the resort entrance. A doorman grabbed the car's rear door handle and swung it open. Ned Jackson emerged from the back of the well-staffed town car and leaned back in to give a parting peck to the topless rear seat female staffer that had kept him occupied with her special travel services. Her disheveled looks confirmed she had been very busy during the long ride.
Ashley smiled at the elite accommodations afforded the senior Talent Scout. As concierge at this resort chain hotel's second-tier city location, she was expected to arrange comparable services throughout his business visit. She had informed the staff of Mr Jackson's quality control inspections and employment advancement interviews. There was a flirty competition to secure his attention and garner a job promotion.
Ned turned his attention from his pleasant ride forward to his future responsibilities.
He saw a business-suited woman waiting to greet him and assumed she was his hostess for the week.
"Welcome, Mr Jackson. I'm Ashley Daniels, the concierge at this hotel. I hope your inbound ride was up to your expected standards. Ginger can be a very accommodating hostess."
"She was all of that and more, thank you!"
After those pleasantries, Ashley ordered the hotel staff to take Mr Jackson's luggage to the penthouse suite. But before he got settled in, she offered a quick 'backstage tour' of the hotel operations. He could get a preview of the operations and the availabilities.
Paraded through the various departments, Ned perused the potential recruitment
candidates during his tour of the kitchen, dining room, laundry and housekeeping services, recreation pools, and gymnasium. Astute and attentive, Ashley took note of his subtly telegraphed interests and assured him that interview arrangements would be made. She then suggested he get settled in at his top-floor suite and let the hotel staff take care of his comforts.
*** Room Service ***
Ned found his accommodations to be a little upscale but not what you might call luxurious. His two-room suite had a large jacuzzi bath and a king-size bed. He had seen better but it would do for now. He would only be here a few days. Meanwhile, rather than wander the facilities alone, he ordered room service for lunch.
Soon, there was a knock on the door and he answered to find a busty brunette sporting waitress-uniform-boosted cleavage delivering a cart of shiny plate covers under which Ned presumed was his lunch. Her hair was bunched up, pinned beneath a neat lacy cap.
The name tag pinned to her bountiful breast said 'Zoe, Guest Services, Hungary'.
She wheeled the tray ahead of her as Ned watched from behind as her thong-split ass swayed atop stiletto heels. She parked the cart in the middle of the outer room and turned to perform her food delivery duties and make his acquaintance.
"Good afternoon, Mr Jackson. May I set the table?"
"Be my guest" he said, tongue in cheek.
He very much intended to explore what 'guest services' she had to offer. He was sure the food would be delicious; what other flavors and favors did Zoe have to offer?
She stood by as Ned sat and ate lightly of the finger food snack. She didn't smile or talk but stood attentive for any assistance he might request. Ned simply chewed his lunch and enjoyed the sexy view; however, he was losing interest in his meal and gaining more interest in its server.
The corset constricted her waist to an hourglass tits and ass roundness. Her boosted cleavage rose and dipped slightly with her breathing. Her hands were finger laced at her crotch level but didn't conceal the tight pussy mounds in her narrow thong. Ned had his fill of nutrition and wanted a different kind of satisfaction.
She simply watched without emotion as he rose before her. She was duly passive as Ned disengaged her corset boob-boosting bodice. He exposed her tits and nipples, and then as an amusing dessert, sampled her tasty boobs. She stood still as he played at his whim. It wasn't unpleasant by any means and she felt a moisture growing in her groin.
She took it all in stride when he picked her up, plopped her on the sofa, and flipped up her skirt to reveal her shaved bare cunt. He looked mesmerized by another tasty offering. Ned dove in and gave her foreplay cunnilingus, dawdling long enough to bring her to orgasm. She recovered slowly out of her stupor and became newly energetic.
He was surprised but cooperative when she turned aggressive and eagerly scrambled to get in a position where she could dive on his cock. He recovered his balance and passively received a deepthroat blowjob as a turnabout reward.
With both his appetites now sated, she removed the service tray, promising to return as often as he needed. He hoped he would need something often.
*** Recreational Trainer and Lifeguard ***
Andrea Palmer was a lithe blonde that Ned had spotted during his welcoming tour. She was performing as the hotel lifeguard, watching over the swimming pool as part of her recreational director duties. She wore a red swimsuit that clung to her boobs and ass. Ned let his interest be known to his concierge hostess. She arranged an interview at the recreation area. Ned insisted on interviewing her on neutral ground; he suggested his suite. Ashley popped a smirk and said she thought the pool was more appropriate. Then she added a wink.
Ned was waiting at the pool deck in the late afternoon. The sign said 'Closed for Private Event'. There was nobody present but himself. He was wearing his swim trunks and a tee shirt anyway. He looked up to see his interviewee in her day job sleek swimsuit.
He stood for the scantily clad young lady and invited her to join him at his table. Andrea put out her hand, smiling and bright-faced, but Ned used it to guide her closer, knowing a handshake wouldn't set the right tone. He motioned her towards his table. Her body molded into the seat, her long trim legs crossed at her thighs and her hands clasped on the tabletop.
Ned asked a few warmup questions before getting a rundown on her training and experience at community pools, beaches, and private residences. The private residences stirred Ned's curiosity and he delved deeper into those venues.
Andrea was forthright about the pool parties that often evolved into late-evening orgies with special guests. She confessed that if more than two men were scheduled to attend, she brought along a friend to help handle the load, or loads, of the manly volumes of excess cum. Curious Ned inquired further about her safety qualifications for those private parties and she offered to demonstrate.
Ned stood to come around to her but she stood quickly herself. Her hands were at his chest and a mighty push had him toppled into the pool. He floundered around until his head popped above the water surface. He sputtered and spit and looked cross at her way as he tread the water.
She was loudly laughing and then used a playful voice.
"Oh, look! I see a man who needs to be rescued!"
She vaulted into the pool feet first, a lifesaver jump, making a huge splash that swamped his head again. Before he could get his bearings, an arm wrapped his chest and soft wet boobs pressed his back.
