Victoria spent the next hour or so in the hotel suite, preparing for the conference with a couple more lines of coke and a glass of champagne or two. By the time she reached the convention centre she was feeling wired and focused, ready for the task ahead.
The convention itself was a breeze for her as she went through her prepared speech with ease and then sat on the panel afterwards, her natural wit and charm combined with her expertise in the subject making her an ideal member of the panel. After the panel was finished, she spent a little while chatting and mingling with the crowds, speaking to other members of the panel as well as people who had visited the conference, signing a few autographs and posing for some selfies.
As the crowds began to thin out , Victoria headed over to the bar area, picking a secluded table in the corner to sit at and have a drink, intending on staying there for a little while and then heading back to her hotel room. As she sat down, she took out her phone and sent a text to David, telling him that the conference had gone well and that she would see him in a few days.
Her drink ordered and sitting in front of her, Victoria continued to look at her phone and check her messages. She had a message from her agent which made her laugh out loud as it was a dick pic. She glanced around the bar to see if anyone was nearby before opening the picture fully, staring at the picture of the large penis that had been sent to her, along with the message, "Hope the conference went well, see you in Berlin!"
She smiled and sent a quick reply in acknowledgement of the message before putting away her phone again and taking a large gulp of her drink, the cold liquid hitting the spot after a long day. She closed her eyes for a second before opening them again, seeing that a waiter was approaching her table. He was a tall, slim man, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a thin black tie. He had light brown skin and short, curly black hair.
"Hello madam, would you like to see the Set Menus?" he asked politely, his accent clearly French.
Victoria looked him over. He was certainly attractive, with a lovely smile and gorgeous green eyes, and he had an air of elegance about him. He would certainly do for her purposes tonight.
"Actually, I'm not really interested in the Set Menus. I'm just here to have a quick drink and then head back to my hotel room," she told him, giving him a smile, "Would you like to join me?"
His eyes widened for a moment before he smiled, "Oh, I would love to." Then he let out a short laugh, "The thing is, although I came to ask you if you'd like to see the menu, I was also going to ask for your autograph. Not for me, but for my friend, the bartender. If anyone would like to go back to your hotel room with you, it would be him."
Victoria looked over at the man standing behind the bar, cleaning a glass with a cloth. He was tall and muscular, his arms covered with tattoos. He was doing his best not to look over at the pair of them, but every now and then his eyes darted in their direction.
"That's Ant, he's a big fan of yours," the waiter explained.
Victoria smiled. This was even easier than she had hoped. "Well then, why don't both of you join me? "
The waiter smiled and nodded, before calling over to Ant who dropped his cloth and walked over.
"Ms Coren would like us to join her in her hotel room for drinks," he explained.
Ant looked shocked for a moment, before nodding, "Of course, I'd love to join you for drinks," he said.
Victoria finished her drink and took a pen from her handbag, writing the name of her hotel and suite on a napkin, doing her best to not be too openly amused by how excited the big, burly bartender seemed, l ike a little kid at Christmas. The waiter seemed much more collected at that moment, Victoria directing her instructions towards him, "Give me an hour to get ready, then come on over. And of course, it goes without saying that this is all totally confidential, right?"
The waiter took her napkin with a smooth smile, folding it and placing it in his pocket. "Don't worry, my lips are sealed," he promised.
Ant just nodded, speechless.
"Great," Victoria smiled. She stood and headed out of the bar, leaving the conference centre and hailing a black cab which brought her swiftly back to her hotel. Once in her room, she quickly showered and changed into a black satin and lace bra with matching panties, along with stockings and suspenders. The demi-cup bra supported her heavy breasts and pushed them upwards, creating a pleasing cleavage whilst the sheer, lacy material made it possible to discern the shape of her nipples. After applying a little makeup and doing her hair, she was ready, putting on a light robe that she left untied, revealing a considerable amount of cleavage.
Ant was the first to arrive, knocking on the door gently. Victoria opened the door, revealing the nervous barman. "Hello Ant, come on in," she purred, standing aside to let him enter before closing the door behind him.
"So, do you want anything to drink?" she asked. Ant's eyes flicked over her body as she spoke, drinking in the sight of her visible skin.
"U-uh, no thank you. I'm fine," he stammered, "Michel will be here in a minute. He's got a friend who works here, so he's getting some champagne and things to bring up."
"Great," Victoria smiled, walking over to him. Her robe parted as she walked, revealing her shapely legs and large bosom , and Ant's eyes went wide at the sight of her barely-covered body. Victoria reached out and took his hands in hers, smiling warmly at him.
" So, Michel says you're a big fan of mine ," she said, "Is that true?"
Ant simply nodded in response, his eyes following Victoria's hands as she ran her thumbs along his palms.
"That's so sweet. Most people would prefer to have an A-list actor or movie star in their hotel room. So, if you're such a fan, I bet you've spent a lot of time thinking about these, haven't you?" She let go of his hands, reaching up to slide her fingers up and around the swells of her heavy breasts, slowly circling her nipples through the material of her bra. Ant's eyes followed her hands as they moved, before slowly trailing up her body to rest on her face. Her eyes locked on his, she slowly licked her lips, drawing his attention to them and the gentle parting of her mouth.
"Would you like to see more?" she asked, leaning towards him. Ant nodded eagerly, his Adam's apple bobbing with the sudden movement. Victoria let a little smile play over her lips as she curled her fingers into the cups of her bra, just about to pull them down when there was a knock at the door.
"Ah, that must be Michel," Victoria said, straightening her bra and walking over to the door, leaving Ant standing there, his eyes still focused on her chest. She opened the door, revealing the young French waiter.
"Good evening," he said, looking Victoria up and down as she stood in the doorway.
"Evening," Victoria replied, moving aside to let him in. He walked past her, his eyes lingering on her large chest as he set down a bottle of champagne and some glasses on a table. Victoria closed the door and walked over to the table, picking up the bottle and examining it.
"Is this the good stuff?" she asked.
"Please, Miss Coren. I am a waiter at a five-star hotel. I am not going to serve inferior products to a beautiful woman." Victoria laughed and began removing the foil and wire that held the cork in place.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Michel," she said, pushing her thumbs against the cork and easing it out with a pop. She poured three glasses of champagne and picked two up, holding them out for her two guests, who came over to take them from her. Victoria took a sip from her own glass, looking at the two men.
"So, Michel, just before you got here, Ant was telling me how much he liked my tits. What do you think?" She took another sip of her drink, looking between the two of them.