Chapter 21 The rock star’s jacuzzi
Lily
The receptionist waves me over as soon as I get to the office floor.
“Good evening,” I tell her. “What is it?”
“Good news, Lily,” she replies. “The contractor says they finished installing the jacuzzi in the rock star suite. Two days ahead of schedule.”
“That’s great!” I grin. Renata will be happy, especially with so many things falling behind nowadays. “I’ll tell Ms. Espina as soon as she’s awake.”
The receptionist bends her head toward me, and whispers, “Is it true that it’s the largest model in the country? Someone told me it was twenty thousand dollars.” She chuckles. “But that’s impossible, right?”
I lean in. “The largest in the world, actually. It cost thirty-five grand, with the installation.”
She gasps. “That’s more than my car!”
“I know.” I shake my head. “I guess if you’ve got all that money, you’ve got to spend it.”
“I saw her, when she was touring last,” the receptionist sighs, a faraway look in her eyes at the memory. “I’ve never seen a show like that! They say she made two million on her last tour alone. Can you imagine?”
“It’s amazing,” I agree. Then I catch a glimpse of the clock on the wall behind her. I must have spent more time than I realized at the club. “Oh! I should get to work. Renata will be awake soon.”
The receptionist nods and goes back to her computer. I find my way to my desk and slip easily into my workday.
It’s music to my ears when I hear the sharp click of Renata’s heels on the hallway floor.
She gives me a smile as she approaches my desk.
Today she wears slim tuxedo pants and a long vest with nothing underneath.
Her bare arms are toned and her silhouette gives her a powerful appearance.
It’s impossible not to swoon in her presence.
I’ve given up trying to still my quickly beating heart when she’s around.
It’s nice to know she can sense my excitement.
“Good evening, Lily,” she says, with a nod. Now her greetings have a playful lilt, her tongue dancing over the words.
“Good evening, Renata,” I reply. “I’ve got some good news. The jacuzzi is finished. The one that the rock star requested.”
It’s not uncommon, in luxury hotels like ours, for regular guests to make special requests for rooms that they inhabit often.
One of our regular guests, referred to secretly as ‘the rock star’ by all of the staff in order to protect her identity, recently asked for a luxury jacuzzi, to unwind when she comes here on tour.
“Excellent,” Renata replies.
“Oh, and your first meeting canceled,” I tell her, scanning her calendar quickly. “The new flower vendor. She said it was a dahlia emergency.”
Renata pulls out her phone. “Well, I wouldn’t want to waste the time. Lily, perhaps we should go and inspect the new jacuzzi in the rock star suite.”
I give her a puzzled look. “Inspect it? Well, I’m sure the project manager will…”
Then she looks up from her phone, and gives me a mischievous wink.
“Oh!” a thrilling tingle of anticipation goes up my spine. “Yes, yes I think we should probably go inspect it. Ensure that it’s…been properly installed.”
“Wonderful. We’ll go up immediately.”
The rock star’s suite (as we call it) takes up an entire floor of the hotel.
At over two thousand square feet, it’s one of our most expensive suites, and it includes a full office, living room, kitchen, and game room.
Even though it comes with a full en-suite bathroom, the jacuzzi was built directly into the bedroom, so you only need to step down into it.
It’s enormous, the size of a small swimming pool.
But it fills up quickly, the hot water warming the air in the primary bedroom.
I take in the beautiful view from the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.
We’ve left the lights off, to be able to see the city down below.
It’s more expansive than my own view, since we’re much higher up.
You can see the whole city from here. The shining silver buildings stretch out in the horizon, punctuated by the rich green rectangle of Serenity Park in the heart of the city.
Renata steps behind me, her hands finding my waist.
“It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?” she bends her head to whisper in my ear.
“It is.” I take a moment to breathe it all in, enjoying the soft touch of her lips as they graze my neck and cheek.
“Beautiful, but there’s another view I’d like to see,” she says smoothly, taking my hands and spinning me around to face her.
I giggle giddily, unable to contain my excitement. I expect her to start removing my clothes, but instead, she takes a step back, and sits on a velvet armchair that’s set up beside the bed. She perches there like a queen on a throne.
“Take off your dress.”
Her commanding tone sets my heart aflutter. With trembling fingers, I undo the buttons of my oxford shirt and quickly shrug it off. Then I unzip my skirt, pulling it off and stepping out of it. Now I’m wearing only my lace push up bra and matching panties, and my white heels.
She surveys me keenly, her eyes sharp.
“Turn around,” she says, her voice rich like an aged wine. “Slowly.”
I spin for her. She leans forward on the armchair.
“Now the bra.”
Willingly, I oblige, unclasping the front so my breasts spill out.
They’ve always been large, and I was very self-conscious of them when I was younger.
But the way her eyes widen just slightly when she sees them tells me that she’s not disappointed.
My nipples are fully erect. There’s no hiding my desire under her watchful gaze.
“Your heels last.”
I wiggle out of my panties, and then step out of my heels. Now I’m completely naked, and the jacuzzi is full. The water is still and clear.
“Should I turn on the jet?” I ask, eager to get into the water.
“Not yet,” she says. She leans back into the armchair as though she’s getting comfortable. Is she not coming in with me? “Why don’t you get into the water.”
It’s not a question. Enjoying the satisfaction of obeying her wish, I step into the jacuzzi. The water is very hot, and it takes me a moment to adjust. I sigh pleasurably. My muscles release all their stress as I descend into the water’s warm embrace.
Renata’s eyes gleam from the armchair as she watches me. I turn and give her a smile, and a little wiggle.
“Tell me, Lily,” she says. “When you’re at home, all by yourself, do you ever like to touch yourself?”
My face warms, and it’s not from the steamy water. “Oh…yes, I do…”
“Show me.”
Excitement rises up in my core. I lower into the water, until my breasts are floating on the surface.
Then I take my hard nipples and tease them gently with my fingers.
It’s wonderfully thrilling to have her watch me pleasure myself.
When the throbbing lust in my core is more than I can bear, I sit back on the bench of the jacuzzi and spread my legs wide in the water so that she can see.
My fingers find my wet, slick clit, and I play with myself as she watches me through the clear water.
Her lips curve into a grin. “And what do you think about, when you touch yourself?”
That’s an easy answer. My voice is breathless when I say, “You. I always think about you.”
She raises an eyebrow. “What am I doing to you, in your thoughts?”
“Touching me,” I say, overwhelmed with sensation and the power of her gaze. “I love it when you…when you fuck me with your fingers…”
She leans forward in her chair, putting a thoughtful finger to her chin. “What else would you like?”
“I’d like…” the desire feels taboo, but I can’t help it. “I’d like…you to fuck me in the ass, too.”
Her grin widens, fangs peeking out over her lips. Her voice is thick. “Don’t stop touching yourself.”
She stands, and quickly removes her long vest and pants.
She’s not wearing any underwear at all, and I swoon at the sight of her.
I’ve never seen her completely naked before.
She’s gorgeous, tall and toned, her olive skin glowing in the light of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Her breasts are round and firm, her nipples hard.
I want to kiss them, tease their tips with my tongue. But I keep touching myself, obediently.
She dips her toe into the water, then steps down into it. She doesn’t hesitate like I did, but floats gracefully down until she’s standing before me, the water up to her hips. She’s so close to me.
She straddles me on the bench of the jacuzzi, her perfect breasts level with my face. I swallow, and take my hands away to steady myself as she reaches down and touches me. I’m already so wet, and ready, that she quickly begins teasing my opening.
I moan, and beg her, “Please…I want you inside me so badly…”
She bends down, and bites my lip gently. “Always so impatient, Lily…” She grins, and I know she enjoys teasing me this way. I wiggle, and thrust my hips up against her hand. She laughs, and enters me with her middle and pointer finger.
With an exuberant gasp, I thrust against her.
“Would you like it harder, Lily?”
“Yes. Oh, yes…”
Her fingers thrust deep inside of me, and curve, hitting my G-spot perfectly.
I shriek in delight, and Renata adds another finger, stretching me pleasurably.
The water in the jacuzzi forms waves around us as we move in tandem.
Her breasts bounce in synchrony with her thrusts, driving me wild with lust.
“I want you to cum for me, Lily,” she instructs.
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I’m already there. I orgasm powerfully, squeezing her fingers inside me. Waves of pleasure crash through my body. She slows, but doesn’t remove her hand. By now, she’s learned enough about my body. Enough to know I don’t need a long break in between.
Her mouth finds my neck, kissing me and nuzzling my earlobe as she gently moves in and out of me, waiting until she can build up momentum again. I’m still buzzing off of my last orgasm, but I’m hungry for more, and I start to move my hips against her hand again.
She responds, moving a little more forcefully, deeper now, building up a rhythm. My pleasure begins to mount again.
As it does, she takes her other hand and gently probes the entrance of my ass. Immediately, a second sort of desire complements the first, and I almost lose my mind with anticipation.
“Oh, yes, yes,” I beg.
She plunges a finger inside, up to the first knuckle. I groan wildly, then I feel a little self-conscious and I quiet down again. She notices, and frowns. She fixes her intense eyes on me. “I want you to scream for me, Lily.”
With no hesitation, she pushes her finger deep inside of me, filling me up in both holes.
And I scream with pleasure, a body-shaking orgasm crashing through me. I lose all sense of space and time as I cum over her hand.
Then I collapse against the bench of the jacuzzi, enveloped by the hot water. She sits on the bench adjacent to me, watching me with satisfaction.
“Do we…” I breathe. “Do we need to get back to the office…?”
“Not quite yet,” she replies. Her eyes flick toward the armchair. I nod eagerly.
She stands up, and steps out of the hot tub, her body dripping with water. She pulls a fresh, fluffy white hotel towel from a wicker basket and quickly dries herself off.
It takes me a moment to find my feet, as I’m still a little shaky, but I follow her out of the water and onto the tiled floor beside the jacuzzi.
She takes another towel and presses it gently against me.
She starts with my back and arms, then takes great pleasure in slowly drying off my chest. My breasts ache at the soft touch of the towel.
Then she runs it along my backside, squeezing my cheeks, and dries off my legs and feet.
I’m throbbing with desire again, and I’m glad when she sits back down in the armchair, still fully naked. She arranges herself with a pillow lifting her back, her legs spread out in front of her.
“Come here,” she says to me. I kneel down before her, between her legs. I can smell her lust, and it drives me wild. I’ve never smelled anything like it before, and I know I want to taste her. “Start with my neck, and go down.”
Eagerly, I obey her instructions, tenderly kissing the smooth, cool skin of her neck.
I want so badly to fulfill her desires, to please her.
It’s agonizing, but I force myself to move slowly, savouring the soft touch of my lips on her body.
I kiss a trail down her collarbone and take her nipple in my mouth.
She moans, and this accentuates my own longing. I flick my tongue against her erect nipple and feel it harden even more. I take her other nipple between my fingers and play with it, softly at first, and then more firmly. She sighs, and leans back into the armchair as she sinks into my touch.
Finally, the smell of her desire is too much to resist, and I find my mouth moving lower, caressing the taut skin of her stomach.
A warm tingle of anticipation builds in my core as I come closer to her vulva.
Her lower lips fold perfectly over her erect, slick clit.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I run my tongue lightly over her and she shivers.
“Good,” she sighs. “Keep going.”
I take her in my mouth, sucking on her gently at first, then more insistently. I tease her opening with my tongue, moving in tight circles.
She purrs with satisfaction, moving her hips in tandem with my mouth. I can tell that her pleasure is starting to crest, but I don’t want to rush it, so I keep up a steady pace.
“Oh, Lily,” she whispers, putting a hand to my head and running her fingers through my hair.
My name on her lips is the most wonderful sound I’ve ever heard. I’ll do anything, to hear her speak my name like that.
Then her back arches, and she makes a sweet, moaning sound as she cums. I slow the rhythm of my tongue on her clit until she finishes, and then I pull away. I kneel at her feet, looking up at her shyly.
“Did you…did you like it?” I ask her, breathlessly.
She leans forward in the armchair, and reaches out to caress my cheek. I lean into her touch.
“You did very well, Lily,” she whispers.