Nervously, Miki Lee found the Anchor Beach Hotel along the coastal highway. Pulling into the check-in's circle drive she is met by a young Hispanic man who smiled at her beauty. Even with wind blown hair and an unclean body she felt sexy.
"Lukas? I never got to shower. Can you get me a room to freshen up in real fast? I must reek from all the cum still on me." Her new burner cell allowed communication.
Lukas responds after a brief hesitation, "Way ahead of you. I realized it while you drove. Head to the front desk and tell the receptionist that "Lagos" sent you. He runs a very wealthy Escort service in San Diego. The receptionist will get you safely to a room."
"Okay." She reacts to the Valet opening her door.
"Welcome Senorita. I will park your car and bring the package inside for you."
"Thank you, Raoul." She eyes the nametag on his vest.
As he opens her car door respectfully she steps out and gives him a peck on the cheek. Passing her car keys off she twists and moves around the car to face the front door. Stopping suddenly at the sight of a Security guard just inside she holds her breath.
The guard was looking at his cellphone for long minutes with a look of fear in his eyes. She realized then that Lukas must be intervening. Seconds later he looks up from his phone and motions her inside by opening the front door. The excitement filled her soul.
"Hurry inside." He looks around with hesitation.
"Thank you." She smiles at his generosity.
Once inside he escorts her to the front desk. Reaching the desk Miki found a middle aged woman with a deep tan and short brown hair.
"Welcome Heidi. I have your room ready. Please use the service elevator as to not alarm certain guests."
"No. I think I want to ride the regular elevator." Miki grins knowing the risk and loving it.
The receptionist awkwardly hands her a keycard, "Penthouse Presidential Suite. Please enjoy your stay."
Miki's eyes bulge at hearing of her lodging. As she obtains the key the Security Guard leads her to the elevator. He caught the scent of her and had to flinch. Luckily he was walking upwind. The air conditioning blowers helped.
Awaiting the elevator Miki winced at him, "Sorry. I'll get cleaned up and smell like roses within the hour. Promise."
"Weirdest day I've ever had. If you need anything call the front desk and ask for me. "Clarence."
"Awww! Thank you Clarence. I'm uhhh...Heidi."
"I heard." He growled while entering the elevator with her. An easy key to locate led the elevator up eight stories to the penthouse. As the door re-opens her jaw dropped. The door literally opened up into the penthouse itself.
"Wow! No hallway."
Clarence ushers her in, "Front desk opened it as we got here. Ordinarily nobody could get up here without a code from the desk. Place has everything you need. Except clothes. Somehow I don't think that worries you any."
"Nope. Free spirit. Always and forever. Want to come in and wash my back?" She giggles at his uncomfortable reaction.
"I'll pass. Have a good stay Miss."
The elevator door seals leaving her alone.
"Lukas?" She freezes in step.
There was no answer. Awaiting a few more attempts at contact she explores the room.
"Wet bar. Jacuzzi. King size bed. Kitchen. Balcony. Oh crap it has a small pool on it. So awesome."
Reaching the on suite she raced to the shower. For the next twenty minutes she enjoyed the hot shower on her tenderly burnt flesh. After washing her hair she felt clean enough to turn the water off and bask in the steam.
Finally stepping out of the shower she dried off and wore her towel.
The cool air of leaving the steamy bathroom was exhilarating.
Strolling about she heard the elevator stop on the penthouse level. As it opens she notices three people.
"Guests already?" She surmised.
The only one she recognized was Raoul who carried her package in and set it on a dining table. He offered her a bashful nod and returned to the elevator.
The second visitor was a young woman with short blond hair, armed with a basket.
"Perfume choices. Make-up. Grooming needs, brush, razor. Female hygiene products." She smiled, "If you need anything further my name is "Stella". "
"Thanks Stella." Miki shivers with a flared gaze.
The final man was a fit middle aged man in sweats.
"I'm "Eric". Your Masseuse. Quick relaxing massage as requested?"
Miki is escorted outside on to the balcony where a massaging table found its home. Without a thought she dropped her towel in front of Eric and crawled up on to the table. She released a sigh and let him take over. From a side pouch he produced his essentials and went to work. Miki took a nap. His fingers found every pore on her body. She only awoke to turn over. Eric enjoyed himself as she slept.
She didn't care what he touched at that point. Miki needed sleep.
Touch him he did. Fingers kneading at her breasts for long minutes. Rolling oil in deeply. Toying with her nipples. Pinching with soft releases. Then palming his way down her smooth tight tummy until reaching her thighs. Creasing his fingers and thumbs too each side of her pussy. Following it's contours back and forth. As she snored blissfully he would lightly pry her labia apart for a delicious view of her pinkest recesses. His mouth was watering. His dick was massive.
For the next hour he massage with one hand and masturbate with the other. It was obvious that she wouldn't know. Or possibly even care. Like the Devil that Eric knew he was he ejaculated on her toes and rubbed his cum in as if it were lotion. He needed to leave an impression.
Hearing the elevator rise he pulled his sweats up and returned to normal caretaking. Eying the new arrival as a young Asian girl with long black hair with lavender highlights. Wearing a black and purple mini dress. He hesitated in his massage to her calves just to admire the girls long legs. She stood waiting on Eric to finish up before entering his space. The girl was very patient.
Tidying up Eric pats Miki Lee on her shoulder forcing her awake.
"All done Miss. You drifted off. " He winks, "Guess I did my job."
"I feel awesome. Bless you Eric. I hope to see you again sometime."
"Stay awake next time." He chuckles.
Miki sits up noticing her new arrival. She was beautiful. Remaining in the room with eyes lowered out of respect. Miki wondered where she was from. Her own Korean background pictured her to be from the same culture.
Hopping from the massage table Miki enters the French doors and shuffles toward the girl. Stopping three feet from her Miki recalls the amount of her native language that she learned from her Mother.
"Are you Korean?"
The girl looks up with a warm smile.
"Yes. You speak my language?"
"A little." Miki uses her fingers to express how much she remembers, "A little rusty. My Mother is Korean."
"I am here to do your nails. Manicure. Pedicure."
"Awesome. I love your hair."
Nodding twice the girl offers a blush, "Thank you. Very kind."
"My name is M--Heidi." Miki extends her hand out of friendship. Nearly slipping her real name into the equation.
"Mei Tu." She shares her own name.
Giggling Miki grins, "So your name is Heidi too?"
"No. Mei Tu." The girl brightens up. She had heard that jest many times before.
Miki was amused by her reaction. Hearing her cell buzzing from the kitchenette, Miki pauses the girl and shuffles to intercept it eying a text from Lukas.
"You have three hours before that Bachelor party. Relax. Enjoy my gifts."
"I am. The massage was great. Getting ready for a mani/pedi now. You can pamper me like this every day if you want too."
"When the rewards are offered. You deserved this day. We shall see how your numbers rack up later."
"I'll manage. You just remember to treat me like a Lady when we meet face to face."
"That would be my decision to make. Not yours. Go enjoy your Korean beauty. I'll text you later."
