Gina Bianchi was a prima ballerina touring the United States for the first time. She was traveling with her choreographer, her manager and a personal assistant. They had arrived at JFK just before ten P.M. and now, with two full luggage racks and bell hops trailing behind them, the entire group made it into two separate elevators and up to the twenty third floor of the hotel.
Gina was let into her room which was actually a two bedroom suite where she and her assistant, Clara, would be staying. The others withdrew to their own rooms with plans to meet at eleven in the morning.
Gina was stepping out of her skirt as Clara came from her room through the connecting doorway. "Let me help." Clara said and took Gina's skirt. She placed it on the bed and then began unbuttoning Gina's blouse. She slipped of off her shoulders and folded it neatly. Placing it with the skirt. Gena was a very slender girl, lean and statuesque. Clara turned Gina and unhooked her bra.
"Were you able to...." Gina hesitated.
Clara ran her fingers down Gina's arm. "Don't I always?" She said. She slipped her fingers into the top of Gina's panties and slid them over her hips. Clara knelt and let them drop to the floor where Gina stepped free of them.
"I would like a bath." Gina said and Clara disappeared into the bathroom. Gina heard the shower begin to spray. A few minutes later when Gina entered the bath, Clara was standing there nude and holding a luffa sponge awaiting Gina.
Gina entered the shower and Clara stepped in and began the bath her. Face, neck, arms, legs and finally she knelt and with just soapy fingers, she thoroughly washed Gina's sex. Clara used a hand wand to rinse Gina before turning the water off and used three large towels to dry her thoroughly. Gina put on a robe and went into her room while Clara dried and dressed. Clara returned to find Gina standing at a large window looking at the city's skyline.
