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When the Nackt Nacht concierge contacted her, Alice had said yes. Now, with a ding, the elevator door retracted. She stepped into the hotel lobby. Her stiletto made a sharp thwack on the polished marble floor. Heads turned. Who was the voyeur architect of this fantasy? Not that older man, an amazed look on his face. Not his dower wife with a discomfited down-her-nose look aiming her elbow into man's ribs. Not the smiling bellman with a butler's cart stacked with luggage. Alice wore a men's tailored white silk shirt, buttons open to expose the curves of her ample breasts, erect nipples puckering the delicate fabric. She had a short black cylindrical pendant between her swaying mounds with a flat top and rounded end. At her waist, the shirt was secured with a single button. The scalloped hem curved high onto her hips revealing she was sans panties. The placket opened with each stride and anyone looking closely could see flashes of her bald and exposed slit. Crossing the lobby, she left a wake of susurrant whispers: "Look!," "Oh my God!" She smiled, watched turning heads, and looked everyone directly in the eye, her look challenging "Is this your party?"
As instructed, Alice entered the bar. She ordered a double shot of their finest bourbon. She slid a £50 note across the bar ("keep the change"), leaning over so that the tail of her shirt lifted to reveal her backside cleft and her hidden treasures. She sipped until the phone in her clutch chimed. She read the text and downed the shot. She strode to the front door where the doorman swept it open, then rushed to open the passenger door of the Rolls Royce Spectre that glided to a stop under the porte-cochere. It didn't occur to anyone watching that Alice didn't belong in that car. As she swung her legs in, she parted them providing a clear view of her pussy to all who were watching. Her mischievous smile said, "Tonight, this is for somebody else."
The Rolls went unchallenged through both gates at Nackt Nacht. A lady's maid took her clutch and guided her to the cafe—the maitre d' seated her beside a butler's table on a raised stage. A steward opened a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and poured her a glass. Alice sat demurely, back straight, knees together, legs crossed at the ankles. She surmised he wasn't in attendance yet. When a dinner chime sounded, a steward appeared and added items to the side table: a tapered schnapps glass with a flared foot, a cocktail shaker, a rocks glass with ice, and a hot towel. That was her cue.
Alice scooted forward and opened her legs exposing her glistening sex. She unbuttoned and opened her shirt revealing her breasts and erect nipples to her rapt audience. She unclasped her necklace and pressed a button on the side of the pendant. She opened her wet folds with one hand and pressed the vibrating toy to her inner lips with the other. She circled the toy around her swollen clit and arched her back in pleasure. Her creamy fluids began to foam and drip. She had edged herself in the hotel and limousine and was ready for release. She took the schnapps glass and, holding it by the base, she began rubbing the rim over her lips to collect her creamy essence. As her actions became more insistent, she began fucking the glass into her oozing sex. She felt the electric tingling pressure of her climax. She mashed the toy onto her engorged clit with the flat of her hand, rubbing herself in circles as she held the glass between her lips. She tensed and erupted, juices squirting into the glass and swirling together with the cream already there. She placed the collection of her juices on the tray.
The steward poured her spend into the shaker, added an ice cube, shook the concoction, and poured it into the rocks glass. Alice was lazily masturbating herself after climaxing. "Wait," she whispered. She plunged her middle finger deep into her vagina. She circled the finger around the rim of the glass distributing her undiluted taste and aroma. "Now," she said and then sucked her finger into her mouth, savoring her own sweet musk. Fully exposed and still dripping, Alice sipped another glass of champagne, then cleaned herself with the towel. Remembering her last visit, Alice fantasized the voyeur had sampled her directly. She smiled as she left the stage.
