The hostess I've been eye fucking all night has been getting a little bolder in her eye contact, the last gaze had "fuck me eyes" for sure.
After signing my check to my room I pull out my spare room keycard and fold it in my customer copy. I write: "I think we both know you've been a bad girl. I hope it stays that way."
As I walk out and past her I turn around. "You're absolutely stunning! Can I have your name?"
"It's right on the name tag." She say as she blushes.
I take my hand out of my pocket to offer a handshake and intentionally fumble the keycard to the floor.
"Oops, I'm sorry!" I say as she politely reaches down to retrieve it. "You can keep that."
She reads the note, turns the receipt over and notes it was charged to room 601 as she glances up to see me walk away.
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I hear the familiar workings of an electronic lock and then the light turns on. I had all but given up and was watching TV on the love seat.
She held her hands behind her back and proceeded one step at a time in to the room, like a shy school girl. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
"So you have been a bad girl." I say after I find my breath.
"Maybe a little bit." She says timidly.
"I can only assume you aren't here to chat. You have needs and they aren't being met elsewhere. Have you been a bad girl or not?"
Her face shows a little bit of shock and she takes a step back. "What if I've been a good girl?"
"Then we can fuck."
"I don't... What if I've been a bad girl then?"
"Then we really fuck."
"... I've been a very bad girl."
"The safe words are red light and yellow light. Stay right there."
I purposefully move to the nightstand where I put all my tools just in case she decided to come up. Girls have come up before but no one has maintained their composure like she has. Nobody else has seen these tools at a first encounter in the wild.