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Shoving the door shut, Elsa Hosk tottered over to the large bed in the luxurious hotel room and flopped down on her back. She exhaled a relieved sigh as she let herself sink into the soft bedding, her slight weight enough to press into the decadent duvet and find balance. Giving a stretch, she extended her long, toned legs and slowly relaxed again, letting her glamorous high heels sag back towards the carpet.
It had been another long evening at a huge flamboyant event and she was fully done up for it, having spent hours being photographed and showing off her dress, shoes, jewellery and so on, letting every inch of herself be captured and documented for the magazines and websites. It was how those events always went and she was used to it, but getting back to the hotel room was always a blessing as she could get out of what weren't entirely comfortable shoes and dresses.
She was wearing a two piece outfit this time rather than a full length dress. It consisted of a pale turquoise bra type top with a black leather belt around her body beneath her squeezed breasts. Her fantastically toned, hard abs were on display, dominating her before the waistband of a slender, snugly fitted pencil skirt secured with a matching black leather belt as it led all the way down over her ankles.
Sitting up, she carefully reached down to release one of her heels, undoing the jewelled strap around her ankle and slopping the heel from her foot, feeling the freedom and she shook it carefully to the ground. Elsa pressed her foot down into the opulent carpet and shivered at the release, so glad not to be in heels as she took the other off and pushed them aside. She reached up to relieve her neck of the large, exquisite jewellery she'd been showing off, struggling to get the catch to release a moment before she was suddenly free of it, almost dropping the expensive weight as it came loose.
She was in London for the show and after the long evening showing off all the clothing, and her own toned body of course, she was ready to relax and unwind. It wasn't that she just wanted to go to sleep, though a few minutes to rest was definitely welcome, she wanted to do something fun and enjoy her time alone. She'd been surrounded be people all afternoon and evening, getting her ready then instructing her and so on, so now she wanted some time to just be herself.
"Tea," she exclaimed to herself as she stared at the ceiling, the sudden thought coming to her. She had no intention of making one using the basic in-room facilities offered. No, it would have to be freshly brewed from loose leaves and delicious, which the posh hotel was of course quite happy to offer. A quick call to room service to request a freshly made tea and some fresh fruit took just a moment and she reclined back onto the bed again to just let herself relax a little and unwind after the busy evening.
A few moments later there was a knock at the door with the announcement of room service and Elsa gave a stretch, pushing herself back up and sliding onto her bare feet to pad over to the door. She pulled it open to welcome what was a young guy, waiting for her politely with a tray for her.
"Good evening, miss Hosk," he said neatly.
"Good evening," she smiled, always finding it rather amusing to be addressed so properly as she stood back to welcome him in.
"Your beverage," he stated as he took her invitation and entered her opulent room to place the tray down.
"Thanks, that was quick," she said, noticing how his eyes glanced to her when he thought she wasn't looking.
"We pride ourselves on prompt service, miss," he replied.
"Elsa, come on, you know who I am and you don't need to be so formal with me," she smiled, pushing the door shut, not that anyone was in the corridor as an audience.
"It's our policy...and I'm not going to risk messing that up, I'm sure you understand," he smiled in reply, since he hadn't been with the job for that long and wasn't going to get in some stupid trouble by upsetting a high profile guest.
"I won't tell if you won't. What's your name?" she asked.
"Nick."
"Nick," she said, pleased she'd got him to break character as it were, "I'm Elsa."
"I know," he laughed, tension broken.
"I assumed, but it's always good to introduce yourself properly."
"How was your show? I assume it was something like that." he asked, deciding not to let the conversation drop.
"Fashion awards," she replied.
"Makes sense. You looks great," he said, nodding down to the outfit she was wearing, but careful not to stare.
"Thanks, I hope so. I work out a lot to look like this!" she giggled.
"I pays off evidently," he said.
"Glad people see it. It's my whole career I suppose," she mused, since her life revolved around how she looked or what she wore.
"Everyone sees it, Elsa," he said, a meaningful edge to his voice, momentarily glancing into her gorgeous blue eyes, a captivating second passing as he gazed into the soul of the Swedish beauty before looking away.
"Thank you," she purred, wonderfully complimented, somehow finding it more real that an average, everyday guy was saying it rather than some gushing, sycophantic reporter or magazine. She took him in for a moment as he quickly cleared some other bits onto tray in the silence, taking in his decent looks and strong looking build, his youth and energy. Clearly younger than her but old enough to know what he was doing, she wondered what it might be like if she invited him to fuck her.
