He picked up the phone and spoke into it, "yes, I'd like a bottle your best vodka and some Rose's Lime juice brought up to 1414. Thank you. Can you do that promptly?"
He tormented her with this new humiliation even after she heard the distant sound of the elevator door opening--the room service attendant's footsteps on the soft carpet, the glass tinkling as he wheeled his cart toward their room. Just as he was about to make the last turn into her corridor Daniel opened the door and Emmy dove for the stripped bed. She managed to retrieve the single sheet from the floor and cover herself as the young man entered their room. The bellhop did a double take at the sight of Emmy's voluptuous figure, all the more enticing beneath the thin sheet. Emmy watched the bellhop slowly set up the service; he stole leering glances at her while he worked. Only when the last napkin was delicately folded and placed did Daniel speak.
"Do you know how to mix a Gimlet?"
"No Sir, I'm sorry but I don't."
"I'll teach you then; it's a simple recipe--one part Lime Juice, two parts of the Grey Goose and a teaspoon of confectioner's sugar. We don't have the powdered sugar but you'll find sugar packets with the coffee set-up on the table there."
"Yes Sir." The bellhop tried to hide his smile as he began to mix the drinks.
"Oh you will have to melt that sugar before you add it. You don't want to feel the grittiness with your first sip. Good, now stir all the ingredients with ice and strain it into three glasses."
Emmy was beginning to get comfortable in Daniel's little charade. She felt the same moist excitement, as when she played with her beautiful choirboys only now she really was naked beneath the sheet. When the drinks were made the bellhop just continued to leer at Emmy.
"Emmy, would you taste it and tell us how our friend rates as a barman?"
The bellhop wore a tentative look as if waiting for her approval as he handed her the drink. Emmy purposely let the sheet drop to her waist as she reached for the drink. She lingered allowing him to stare at her full breasts and jutting nipples as she swilled the icy sweet/sour concoction. Her eyes fell to the bulge in the bellhop's pants and then she raised her knees to partially conceal herself again.
"Good, I thought you would like this, Emmy," and turning to the bellhop, "drink up, man, you deserve a treat for such excellent service."
Daniel took his time signing the bill giving the bellhop time to down his Gimlet. Emmy, trembling with excitement, gulped her drink as fast as he did. Then Daniel dropped another bomb on Emmy's delicate libido.
"Emmy, I don't seem to have any cash. Can you get me something for this nice young man's efforts?" She turned from warm pink to deep crimson in an instant as she realized that Daniel wanted to push this farther.
"I'm not sure I have any cash," she mumbled.
"Of course you do. I saw you put it in your purse this afternoon." Emmy wasn't sure she could go where she thought Daniel was now trying to take her but she swallowed her panic and rustled her legs out from beneath the sheet and over the edge of the bed. Last-minute weakness caused her take the sheet with her. She languidly stood, drew the sheet around her and began to walk across the room--two steps before the sheet resisted her progress. Emmy pulled awkwardly then looked back; Daniel had stepped on the tail of the sheet. Emmy saw that Daniel was not going to let her spoil the opportunity he knew she craved. She very casually looked back at the bellhop and then, with a simple shrug of her shoulders, Emmy Margolis dropped the last of her inhibition and stepped out from beneath her protection. She walked slowly across the room savoring the heat in the young man's eyes and the admiration in Daniel's. She reached the low chest of drawers. Looking down into her bag gave her a moment to muster another dose of courage for what she knew would come next.
"Do you have change for a fifty?"
"Ni ni No, Mamm, I sure don't." This young bellhop was either charmingly innocent, Emmy thought, or he was playing his roll perfectly.
"Well then why don't you just take this as a special treat tonight, young man?" And she turned and leaned back against the low chest of drawers holding out the crisp fifty towards the bellhop.
It probably only took seconds but to Emmy it was a blissful eternity watching the bellhop nervously walk towards her.
"Thank you, Mamm." His eyes covered her with that same adoration she felt from the choirboys. Emmy realized he was more uncomfortable than she was at this moment and she breathed in the delicious feeling of power.
Emmy held his hand as she pressed the fifty into his clammy fingers. Then she surprised herself. She went up on her tippy-toes, gave him a sweet wet kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you, so very much, you have been wonderful."
"Emmy, is that all you can offer this nice young man? He has put himself out to bring us this service this late.
"It's alright, Sir; No problem at all." The bellhop was clearly uncomfortable with this new turn.
"That's all I have, Daniel. What did you have in mind?
"Something for his pleasure, of course; whatever you think you can manage." The wicked glint in Daniel's eyes spoke so much more to Emmy. She understood he was encouraging her to take more from this situation and that he was leaving it to her to decide how much. The prominent tent in the front of the bellhop's uniform told her he was her captive. He reminded her of Johnny Thomas—the same mix of innocence and reserve; thinking of Johnny made it easier for her to take the next step.
"Open your pants, Johnny."
"The names Rodger, Mamm," the young man said as he fumbled with his zipper.
"Take it out for me, Rodger. I want to see it." Emmy said as she devoured the sight of this young man standing so close to her, opening his pants, levering his hardened cock out for her inspection. This cock that was so hard because of her; it made her feel positively wicked to be so very naked in front of this young boy. It was what she wanted in the choir loft--to be utterly naked for the choirboys.
"Your cock is beautiful." Emmy dropped to her knees on the soft carpet and yanked his pants down around his ankles.
"Step out of these." From her kneeling position she hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his taught, rippled, abdomen, up to caress his nipples. She pinched and twisted them and Rodger drew in a sharp breath. Emmy drew her hands back down his long torso and gently held his throbbing penis in her open hands. It was the most beautiful cock she thought she had ever seen. Emmy looked up at him and the bellhop saw that there were tears in the corners of her eyes. He nervously looked for Daniel but when Emmy began to slowly stroke him to full length he forgot about the other man in the room. She cupped his taught balls in her left hand, hefting their full weight. She gripped his beautiful cock in her right hand and jerked it an exaggerated, slow motion. Emmy smiled when he moaned but she wanted this night to last and she knew there was more to come after they were finished with the bellhop. Emmy stood up and roughly pushed Rodger back a couple of steps so she could see him better.
"Stroke it, Rodger. I want to see you make yourself cum--can you do that for me tonight?" The bellhop groaned and began pumping his cock for her, slowly at first but more rapidly as he stared into her damp eyes and listened to her urging him on.
"Rodger, I love looking at your cock. You're so turned on. Do you like jerking off for me?"
"Yes, I've never done anything like this before."
"After tonight, Rodger, I want you to think of me when ever you jerk off. You'll do that for me won't you, Rodger—you'll remember how you shot your hot cum all over my naked tits..." Emmy knelt in front of him again. She lifted her heavy breasts towards his angry dick, twisting her inflamed nipples.
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