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I looked out the hotel window from the third floor, out across the harbour and the sun low in the sky over New York. I was working as a bellboy in a medium sized hotel. The hotel wasn't a grand place, but it was a nice tidy getaway for people. It had hosted a few international celebrities who liked its out-of-the-way status, such as Kylie Minogue, Angelina Jolie just a couple of weeks ago, and Bono from U2. They had complimented the hotel because they said it allowed them to escape the media.
This evening I was doing a 5-9 shift, filling in for someone that had bailed at the last minute. I was doing my normal rounds of returning laundry, delivering new towels and so forth. I yawned and glanced at my watch, which read 8.20pm.
'Only 40 minutes to go before I can bail' I thought to myself, and picked up my list. I looked at the next room on my list, and saw there was a celebrity with us. It was Shakira, she'd only just booked in earlier in the day. She'd obviously just flown in. I picked up her laundry and headed up the stairs to her room on the 5th floor.
'I wonder if she's around?' I thought to myself, hoping to get to meet her. I reached her door, my heart rate increased with slight nerves at possibly meeting the hot Colombian star. I raised my fist and knocked loudly on the door. There was no answer, so I knocked loudly again to be sure. Again there was no answer. I figured she must be out, so I found my bunch of keys and let myself in. I stepped cautiously in, in case she was in.
"Ms. Shakira ma'am?" I said tentatively, but there was no response. I closed the door behind me, and carried her laundry to her bedroom. I set it down on the bed, and set about having a quick tidy of her suite, which was what I was being paid for after all. She had the luxury suite on the top floor, near separate from the rest of the rooms, to give them some quiet I guessed. I heard a shout from the bathroom and realised Shakira must have been there after all. I walked quickly down the hall and knocked on the door.
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Shakira wasn't out of her suite, but was relaxing quietly in the bath. She'd had a long flight in, and needed to relax, so had opted for a hot bubble bath. She lay calmly in the water, her humble breasts just poking up from amongst the foam, her smooth thighs also visible. She sighed contentedly and gripped the sides of the tub to move herself into another position. As she put her weight on her hands, they slipped along the sides with the wet. She slid forwards and her foot smashed the tap.
"Arrrghh FUCK!" she screamed in pain, and sat up in the bath. She went to pull her foot up to look at the damage, but couldn't move it. She looked down and saw her toe lodged in the tap. She pulled again hard, but couldn't move it. She wasn't in the best position to pull her toe free, and wasn't strong enough obviously as it was wedged solidly. She was about to start despairing over what to do, when she heard a knock on the door which gave her a shock.
"Erm...Ms. Shakira, are you OK in there?" I said.
"Who's that?" she shouted from her vulnerable position.
"Umm, just room service Ms. I was just returning your laundry and having a quick tidy when I heard you. Do you need anything?" I said, trying to ignore the images my mind was now producing of Shakira in the bath.
"Yeah....well there's one thing. Have you ever gotten your toe stuck in a tap before?" she said in an embarrassed tone.
"I can't say I have, but you could try using soap. You know, to lubricate it so it slips out" I said, wondering how she could've managed it. Shakira felt around in the bath for a moment, then looked over the side. There was no sign of the soap.
"Here's the thing....I can't find the soap" she said quietly, obviously embarrassed about this, which was to be expected really. I thought for a moment.
"OK, well I have another with the towels, I'll get it for you" I said, and went to her room where I'd left the towels. I picked up the soap and headed back to the bathroom, tearing off the wrapper as I did.
"Right I've got the soap, how do you want me to give it to you?" I said, knowing she surely wouldn't want me in there.
"Well you best just come and give it to me before there are any more problems" she said. I was shocked for a few seconds, and then reached down and turned the handle with a shaking hand. I slowly opened the door and looked in. Shakira was sitting up in the bath, covering her breasts with her arms.
"It's OK, I'm decent" she said, biting her lip with embarrassment. To be courteous, I looked away for her comfort and walked slowly towards the bath. Because I was looking away, I didn't see the other bar of soap laying on the wet tiled floor. I stepped on it and slid.
"Oh Fu..." I shouted as I slipped over forwards. Shakira reached forwards to try and steady me, but couldn't. I landed hard-on the side of the bath, just about avoiding smashing my head, and ended on my knees holding onto the bath. Shakira had her hands on my shoulder.
"Are you OK?!" She said worriedly. I turned and looked, and had a glorious view. Shakira's uninhibited chest was right in front of me, her firm, pert breasts hanging softly on her chest just inches away. She looked down and saw me staring at her chest, and pulled her arms back to cover herself.
"I...I...I'm so sorry!" I spluttered, managing to stand on the wet floor. I went to hand the soap to her and fumbled it. It dropped into the water on her stomach and slid down from view under the bubbles.
"I'm so sorry!" I repeated, and turned to make a swift exit. She reached out and grabbed my hand with both of hers, so I turned back to her, and was again greeted by a view of her naked top half.
