Ping's heart skipped a beat when he saw the man walk into the lobby with two new unbelievably gorgeous women on his arms. The hotel manager kept his face professional, careful to avoid staring at his guests. Anyway, he knew he could stare at these two new women later on the security camera footage from the lobby, the elevator, and the hallway outside the penthouse. And he certainly would. They were so unbelievably hot. Like all the others. There were so many of these women visiting penthouse B, and just this one man. It had been a parade of insanely hot gorgeous women going in and then later coming out looking so blissful, so satisfied, happier than he had ever seen anyone.
Who was this guy? Ping was obsessed with him, fantasizing about what was going on up there, imagining he really was doing the impossible and fucking all of these women. He'd seen many rich playboy types like this before, but almost never with women quite this beautiful, and absolutely never on anything close to this scale. Three or four normally, once in a while just a few more. Because who could do more than that? What would be the point? Not a hundred. He hadn't counted yet, but he had been collecting and studying the security camera videos, and he was sure it was well over a hundred different women. And all so gorgeous. Lovely sweethearts, not just hot bodies. Way beyond what was possible with call girls. Breathtakingly beautiful women.
In Ping's mind, this guy was a fucking legend, an absolute superhero playboy sex god, and his imagined exploits would forever be the focus of Ping's fantasies. He almost didn't want to know more; the truth had to be something much more boring than his impossible fantasy. Probably they were using the penthouse for model casting or something like that.
Ping watched the three of them step onto the elevator. Then he heard a woman's voice from near the entrance call out, "Jim!"
The man stopped and held the elevator for three more gorgeous women to join him. Ping finally knew at least his first name. As was often the case with these secretive playboy types, the penthouse wasn't booked under his own name. He watched as Jim shook hands with two of the three women, seeming to be meeting both of them for the first time. They looked out of breath. Maybe they had been running; they were wearing running clothes. Their eyes were wide, staring at Jim and holding onto his hand a little too long. What the hell was going on with this guy?
Ping hurried back to his office, eager to check the camera footage. On the live view they were already getting out of the elevator and heading for the penthouse. God damn they were gorgeous, all five of those women. Just unbelievably hot bodies. He couldn't even decide which one was hottest. After they disappeared inside the penthouse, he pulled up the elevator camera and rewound to watch them. They were making out! Almost immediately when the elevator closed, all five of those women were all over him, grinding and groping and kissing madly, especially the two he had just met seconds before!
Holy shit, maybe it was true. His fantasy, his wildest imagination of what was going on up there with all these women, maybe it really was happening. What a rockstar, what a legend. In his own hotel. Ping knew then that penthouse B would forever be hallowed ground to him. After they checked out tomorrow he'd visit it, he knew. He'd walk through every room, reverently imagining all the impossibly hot things that must have happened in every part of it. And then he'd jerk off all over that place.
He rewound the elevator camera to where Jim was holding the elevator for the three newcomers. There was a good view of one of their faces when she met him. He watched it four times in a row, increasingly amazed the closer he watched. He had never seen anything like her reaction to him. That gasp, those wide eyes, and then her face filling with desire, her eyes so intense, suddenly so full of lust. She was squirming in place as she clung to his hand. Oh my god, he thought, she just met him, and she wants him so much. Who the fuck is this guy? He was decent looking, but nothing special. Was he famous? Ping didn't recognize him.
He did a quick search for guests named Jim or James and found there were two currently staying at the hotel, one on the sixth floor and the other on the ninth. Neither of them had last names that sounded familiar. He tried searching their names but found nothing, nobody obviously rich or famous anyway. He pulled up hallway security cameras from those two floors and after about ten minutes he found him, that same guy going alone into that ninth floor room by himself this morning. Gotcha, he thought. Now he had the man's full name. His room was on a corporate card for an accounting firm. And after searching with the company name together with the man's full name, he found him on LinkedIn, recognizing his picture. He was just a regular accountant, it seemed. Not a millionaire playboy. What the hell?
Ping then rewound further on that ninth floor hallway camera and eventually found some video from Sunday night, with Jim outside his hotel room door looking in and two women in bathrobes hovering close by his side. Then he said something to them and they crowded in close to him while several bare arms reached out from inside the hotel room to pull him in, and seconds later Jim and the two women had disappeared inside. Ping rewound and watched it again, frame by frame. There were at least two women reaching out to him from inside the room. For a few frames he could clearly see one of them in profile as she pulled him in. She was nude. And then a few minutes later, six more gorgeous women knocked on his door and entered. And then a little later eleven women left together, absolutely glowing with satisfaction, giddy, giggling, radiating joy. They parted at the elevator after a lot of joyful hugs, the two wearing bathrobes riding up to penthouse B and the rest going down to the lobby and leaving the hotel.
He got out his USB drive to copy the new video files. He already had so many on that same drive, of women arriving and leaving the penthouse. But these new ones were particularly hot because they showed Jim with them. God, that elevator footage was so wild, and so was that new scene with him being swarmed into his room by lust-crazed gorgeous women.
He got an error message. The file failed to copy. He re-opened the source folder to try again. The file wasn't there. Then as he watched, files were disappearing from his USB drive. What the fuck? He yanked his USB drive out quickly. The error message about unsafely ejecting a drive popped up for a moment, then seemed to dismiss itself on its own.
He saw his mouse cursor moving by itself. It opened up a text editor. He saw words appear in formal Mandarin. "Li-Ping, you are a respected and discrete hotel manager, and a loyal party member. You would be wise to put that USB drive back in, and then not speak of this."
He gulped. Chills down his spine. Not just a playboy. A connected one. State security, probably. Not mere hackers or private security. The formal language, the mention of the party, and they knew the legal name nobody called him. Terror gripped him and his hand shook as he returned the USB drive to the computer, then watched as all the precious video files he had collected of Jim's conquests disappeared.
"I am so sorry," he said out loud. "I didn't know. I will never speak of it."
Immediately, an answer began to appear in the text editor. "Apology accepted. No harm done. You know now. Do not investigate these people further. We will be watching you."
Jim was sitting in the middle of the couch, savoring the anticipation and extreme sexual tension of being surrounded by twelve gorgeous women desperately lusting after him. What a thrill it was to just sit there, just wait, just let the anticipation and desire build and build. Ten of them were at maximum fertility already. In Sooyoung's case, that was wonderful; her body still wasn't in a hurry to get fertile for him. He could just take his time and play with her, maybe keep her all week. The other one not fertile yet was Bingyang, that stunningly gorgeous hottie he had recruited from the sidewalk minutes ago. Her body just hadn't had time yet, but he knew it was working hard to get ready.
There were five others he had just met, all now squirming with lust as they processed their overwhelming desire to give themselves to him and bear his children. They of course were all fertile because they had been recruited by others hours ago, giving their bodies time to get ready. Or giving those creepy fleshy pods more time to get ready. Jim suppressed that thought, again actively seeking to distract himself and not allow an idle moment for those thoughts to creep in. The excitement of hunting for and finding Bingyang had been a perfect distraction, and now savoring the growing mutual lust with these twelve again made it easy to not think about any of that. Also, seeing just how rare Bingyang's beauty was among the hundreds of random women on the rush-hour streets had made him more fully appreciate how high their standards had now gotten, and how special all the girls they were now recruiting for him were. They were fucking goddesses, all of them. And they all would soon be his.
Liena's two recruits she introduced him to in the elevator were now pressed close against him from either side, one teasingly stroking his thighs while the other caressed his chest. They were runners like Liena, one a freshman on her cross-country team named Song, and the other a former teammate named Luan who graduated two years ago. They were insanely hot, easily in Bingyang's league, the kind of girls you could see once for a few seconds and never forget, or wish you'd never forget. Liena had explained that they couldn't stay long because they had to go volunteer soon at a 5k, passing out water and white cards to runners. Remembering Liena's incredible body and looking over her two gorgeous shapely tight friends as they squirmed and stared at him in the elevator, Jim had thought this was a fantastic idea. More runners. Fuck yes. That thought had thrown his desire into an even higher gear, and soon after the elevator doors closed he had pulled the two stunned strangers in for kisses that turned into a madly passionate makeout session on the elevator ride up to the penthouse.
