Located halfway between downtown and the glassy skyscrapers of the financial district, this hotel had the enviable ability of attracting business people Monday to Thursday and holidaymakers Friday to Saturday. Elena was staying on a quiet Sunday night, or at least it was quiet until the rooms across the corridor became occupied by a group of very loud men.
Working from home far from the city it was necessary for Elena to occasionally stay in this hotel on a Sunday evening so that she could be in the office on the rare occasions when her physical presence was needed. With work expenses being so generous she had picked this hotel for its spacious rooms, which weren't much smaller than her entire apartment. Usually, in this blissful luxury, Elena could indulge in some expensively-furnished peace and quiet. Not tonight.
Peeking out the peep hole when the men noisily left their rooms for their night out, Elena noted how they were all dressed as Smurfs, with one of the men dressed as a Smurfette. A bachelor party. Great. Knowing that she'd be woken later, Elena decided to do the one thing she could to get to sleep as soon as possible: she deployed her favourite vibrator, which usually did just the trick. Tonight, though, it only provided a mediocre orgasm and left her both wide awake and horny.
Sure enough, at around 2 in the morning, the men returned, drunk and boisterous. Elena, outraged, ignored the fact that she was only wearing a tight singlet and tiny panties. She pulled on her boots and marched across the hall, rapping angrily on the one room in which the men had all gathered.
Streaked blue paint was smeared on the face of the man who answered. When he saw Elena his eyes widened and a lopsided grin cracked the blue.
"It's two o'clock in the morning," Elena began, quietly seething.
"And you're right on time," the man said, before turning into the room. "Who ordered the stripper?" he announced.
Elena then realised what she must look like. Dressed like this, at such an hour, standing at the door of a bachelor party. Peering into the room she saw about a dozen men in various states of undress, most of whom had by now toweled off most of that ridiculous blue paint.
The bachelor still wore his long blonde wig. He stumbled over to the door and looked Elena up and down before beckoning her in.
Misogynistic fuck,
Elena thought. She returned the favour and looked him up and down. Not bad. Another man came to the door and pushed his friends away. This man really got Elena's attention. Not bad at all. He was shirtless and displayed just the right amount of strength and hairy chest to tick Elena's boxes. His face - mostly cleared of blue paint - was a blessed sight for her horny eyes too.
"I dunno who paid for you, but you're very welcome," the man said, his voice a slightly slurred deep rumble.
Decision time. Elena could either admit that she was just another hotel guest, albeit a very angry one, or she could just go with it. She could give in to her arousal, play out the fantasy she'd once had of being the focus of a bunch of horny men, see if she still had those dancing skills.
"Sit down boys, I hope you have music," Elena said, choosing option B.
One of the men chose a slow, thumping tune and, once the bachelors had settled, Elena took up her place in the middle of the large suite. She swung her hips sensually, bent slowly to the floor, rose back up with her breasts in her hands. Still got it. Off came the singlet. She danced topless to the now-silent audience.
So this is how I get them to shut up,
Elena thought as she spun slowly around, letting everyone take a good look at her. Another tune began. She wiggled and writhed, grasped and gyrated. The men threw some cash at her. Emboldened, she hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them halfway down her butt. It was at this point that all of the men sat forward, eager to see more and generously showering her with yet more cash.
Having not planned to go that far, Elena now felt so very sexy, so wonderfully desired, that she decided to give them what they wanted. Off came the panties, sliding inch by inch down her legs. She bent at the waist while she removed them, giving the groom and that beautiful best man the full rear view of her cunt and asshole.
This was the point at which she should have gone to bed. Some of the men had pulled out their dicks, but they were now more-or-less silent and she had to be awake in just a few hours. The music finished, she took a bow and the best man helped her gather her tips before walking her to the door. Still wearing only her boots she accepted a wad of cash from him, as well as sincere compliments on her dancing.
"Thank you, now you all better get some sleep and stop disturbing hotel guests."
"Oh how can we sleep now that you've got us all worked up?" the man teased.
"I dunno, do one of those circle jerks or whatever it is that you guys do when you're alone together."
"Ha, I think that's just a fantasy that certain people like to enjoy."
"Shame, it's a nice fantasy."
"Yeah, well thanks for the dances, very fucking hot."
"You're welcome. Now, shush."
"Sure, sure. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Well, like I said, we're all kinda worked up now. I don't suppose you would...?"
