Kennedy
She stepped out of the shower and dried of her dripping body. The red skin from the piping hot water glowed under the soft bathroom light. She wrapped herself in a towel, covering her erect nipples and freshly shaved pubic region.
She opened the door without looking in the peephole, expecting Karla. Instead, she was greeted by Jean. He was still in the same uniform as before. The red and white outfit looked different in the morning though. Maybe it was because she had slept? Then again, it might have been the lighting was different, and she could see he was a very well built man.
"Good morning, madam," he said by way of greeting and bowed.
"Damn, Jean," she responded with a giggle. "Apparently you don't know many equestrians. We aren't that used to propriety."
"All the more reason to display it, madam."
"Call me Kennedy, please," she said as she turned away from the door, leaving it open and walking back into her room. She let the back of the towel dip to display her exquisitely contoured back. "What can I do for you?"
"I have been sent to assist you in getting ready for your orientation, Ma...," he began before stopping. "Kennedy."
"Assist how?"
"Your clothing in your closet, I am, what you call...an expert."
"All I have are jeans and t-shirts. The kinds of things used to break and train horses." She began to walk away from the door, the back of the towel now revealing the top of her butt. A small crease peeking a little. He stared at the sight for a second, then stepped in the room and shut the door.
"The hotel has provided a few accommodations for you. A courtesy for the unexpected things that could happen." Kennedy could feel his eyes on her, and as usual...she loved it. She started to react beneath her towel. Her nipples hardened again, her pussy lips began to glisten.
"What are you talking about?"
Jean walked around her placing a hand on the small of her back as he passed. It was a gentleman's maneuver, not a sleazy way of touching skin. It was soft, gentle. He moved across the floor with grace, finding a set of double doors on the other side and swung open both in a dramatic style.
The doors opened up into a room larger than her entire apartment. On the right were dresses hung and organized by color, scarves and wraps displayed above the dresses most appropriate for them. The back wall were shelves and drawers of shirts, pants, even lingerie and underwear. On the right, the entire wall was made up of shoes...more than she could ever imagine.
There was a large vanity to the right of the doors on the back wall, with a giant, round mirror that supported light bulbs all around it. It looked like something from 1930's Hollywood. Just like the rest of the decor. The middle of the room was occupied by a large, round bench, with a circular back going up the center, like the chairs you would see in the hotel lobbies or bars. This one though, was covered in fur.
"Oh...my...God..."
"Yes, my dear," Jean said as he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the room.
He took her straight to the wall of dresses and skirts and down the colors until he stopped at the greens. He peeled through them one by one, and Kennedy began to thumb through them. With Jean pulling one hand, and her flipping through the fabrics, she almost didn't even register that the towel was on the floor.
She stopped and noticed it, then just kicked it away, towards the chair. Jean was looking at her, taking her all in, making her shiver with lust. She turned toward him, letting his eyes get an unimpeded view of her glorious breasts and her, now dripping pussy. He looked, but his face revealed nothing. He handed her a forest green, knee length dress.
"Try this," he said before walking to the door. He turned and grabbed both knobs, before pulling them shut he took one last look. "It was a pleasure madam."
She knew she looked damn good. She stood in front of the floor to ceiling mirror and stared at herself. How long had it been since Kennedy had been dressed like this? The Opening Ceremony for the Olympics? Who cared, she was hot.
She turned to go out the door and picked up her towel. She remembered Jean briefly. She would have bent over that chair and let that beautiful black man with the manners and hinted french accent rail her all day. She could tell by the way his uniform covered him that he was well built. He worked out, which meant stamina. Hell, maybe he could go all day.
The thought sent shivers down her spine. If she had more time, she would revisit that shower from last night. What the Hell was wrong with her? Last night she would have let Karla lick her body clean, then tasted every inch of her before grinding her pussy against Karla's until they were both spent. This morning...Jean. She was obviously, unquenchably, horny.
It had been too long since she had felt someone's touch other than her own. She had been masturbating for the entire fucking farm back home, but no one had ever approached her. She had a date months ago, but he was a douche and wasn't about to get in her pants. That meant it had been almost a year. No wonder she was struggling. It was time, she needed one of them. And she didn't much care which.
She exited the room and found Jean in the hallway. He awaited her and greeted with another bow. He lifted his arm and motioned for the elevator. "You look ravishing." With that he led her down the elevator and out of the hotel to the drive, where a car awaited.
It was a short drive around the block to another building, which looked more like an office building. She looked up as she was coming in and could see there was a reflection looking back over the ocean in the all glass facade. She noticed there was a helicopter coming off the bank, headed for the building.
She was taken to the top floor and stood outside of a large, glass office. She stood to the side when Karla walked up behind her. The driver of the vehicle was dismissed by the sight of her. He walked away from Kennedy without a word as Karla came to a stop outside of the office.
"Good morning, Kennedy," she said as she opened the office door.
"Indeed," she responded. "What is this place?"
"This is our main office," she held the door. "The top executives in the company work from here on occasion."
"No," she said as she walked into the office. "I mean, what am I doing here? I haven't seen anything hinting an equestrian program. And what is with the closet?"
"What do you mean?"
"It is bigger than my apartment back home, which wouldn't be all that surprising," Kennedy motioned down at her dress, fitting perfectly. "But, everything is my size. What the Hell is going on?"
"All will be explained, I promise."
"Please," a new voice said. Kennedy spun in her chair and took notice of the man standing at the door. He was beautiful. He was in a black t-shirt, his arms and chest filled it out exactly the way it would in a catalogue. He looked like he was photoshopped straight from a magazine. His hair was cropped short with what looked like a two day stubble. She was so enamored by his general appearance, she almost missed what he said next. "Explain it to us both."
"I will, Lincoln," she stated as she motioned for a seat. "As soon as the rest of the group gets here."
"The CEO of Brantly Media is on the roof as we speak...what does he have to do with why you brought us here?" The question was pointed, less like an inquisitive curiosity, and more like an accusation.
"What?" Kennedy was playing catch up. She knew something wasn't right this morning in the closet, but she had no idea, and this man was apparently brought here same as her, only with more information. Which did nothing but piss her off. "What is Brantly Media?"
