Bess had to stifle a laugh after she left Suite 408. Strutting down the corridor, she had to wonder where Nancy thought she got off. Who was she to tell her how to dress? Who did she think she was? She liked Nancy, but the girl had quite an ego, making fun of her body for years and then having the nerve to expect her to conform to her ideals of decency. George wasn't any better. Nancy's little follower, laughing along with her at her own cousin's expense, laughing from the closet the entire time.
"Hypocrites!"
Bess truly hoped the two did get together, if only that she could point and laugh at them for a change, calling into question
their
morals. Besides, imagine what the straight laced denizens of River Heights would think if they ever found out that the almighty Carson Drew's daughter was licking George Fayne's hot buttered muffin?
This made her laugh, but also reminded her of how Mr. Drew had looked at her when he and Nancy had come to pick her up to go to the airport. She wondered if he would be as bold with her young body as the two patrons of Annabelle's Boutique were the day before. She somehow doubted it. Could she tempt him, lure his lawyer hands down her high school graduate panties? Of course, Bess wasn't particularly interested in him any more than she was Ned Nickerson, but the look on Nancy's face once she found out the girl she'd always made fun of had had sex with the two most important men in her life would be priceless!
On her way down the stairs, these fun fantasies passed from her mind as she felt the pleasure of her breasts bouncing with each step. She was deeply aroused and her thoughts of the two boutique patrons had brought back the memory of their swollen members, how they stroked and squeezed them as they fondled her body. Again, she wondered how they would feel in her hand, how they might feel in her mouth.
"Hello, Mr. Carmody!" she greeted the Desk Attendant and Hotel Manager
"Hello, Miss Marvin. Might I say, you're looking very lovely this afternoon?"
"Why, thank you!"
"My pleasure, Ma'am," he replied, going back to whatever it was he was writing before Bess had disturbed him.
At the sight of the crystal Columns, Bess stopped, remembering what Nancy had said about them. It seemed crazy, but Nancy, while an egotistical know-it-all, was far from stupid and her perceptions were pretty much always on the mark. Out of sheer curiosity, she diverted from her path to the dining room and approached one of them. Not worried about looking suspicious, considering what a beautiful oddity the structural supports were and how anybody might want a closer look, she held her hand up to touch one. While hesitating, her palm less than an inch away from the crystal, she felt heat emanating from its surface. It was only a little, but it was there. When she did touch it, she lay her hand full on it, palms and fingers flat. The heat became greater and, closing her eyes, Bess 'listened' with her body and thought she could feel a faint throb that Nancy had described. It could have been her own hand, the pulse that ran through her body throbbing against the solidity and heat of the crystal, but she didn't think so. She was sure it came from the column itself. She placed her other hand on the column and concentrated, smiled without realizing it as a faint, but unmistakable sense of affection reached her.
She lingered, surprised and intrigued at what she was sensing, but also wondering if this wasn't merely the power of suggestion, the result of having her mind conditioned by Nancy's claims that the columns had some kind of draw.
Letting go, she studied its carved design, somewhat reminiscent of paisley, before moving to another. It looked the same, also radiating a feel when she touched it, inhaling sharply before putting her other hand against it. Closing her eyes again, she allowed her perceptions to drink in the faint, but raw sexuality it put out. She felt herself becoming more aroused as the paisley like designs seemed to crawl and writhe under her hand.
Pressing her forearms, upper body and face against the glowing cylinder, her round bottom stuck out as she started to think about cock. A nice, big, hard penis to slowly fill her up and maybe another one to play with while being so satisfyingly-
"Quite fascinating, aren't they?"
Jerking back to reality, Bess found Mr. Carmody standing at her side, smiling professionally as he regarded her, then the column she'd been warming up to.
"Y-uh, yes, they- they're very um... interesting," Bess replied, feeling a flush work its way up her body as she attempted an innocent smile.
"Most of our guests comment on them, take pictures and such. Some argue that they're the most remarkable aspect of the Faldor."
"Aren't they?" Bess asked, idly wondering how big Carmody's penis was.
With a smile, the hotel manager replied with, "It depends. Some prefer to shoot the exterior architecture with the sea as a backdrop. We've had many a guest extend their stay while waiting for some particular weather conditions for their pictures."
"Well, the outside of the Faldor is certainly quite an attention grabber. I would say that it's because of how it stands out in such a small town as Cinder Bay, but it's more than that. It's so..."
"Unexpected," Carmody finished.
"Yes, I suppose," Bess agreed with a wider smile as her hand found its way back to the column to rest as she spoke. "I mean, you come around the corner and there it is. I'd imagine a lot of people end up checking in just because they've stopped to look at it."
"Not as many as we'd like," Carmody admitted. "We're quite out of the way here, but yes, many people who decide to take the seaside scenic route do stop and stay with us because they've been struck by the Faldor's, um... grandeur, shall we say."
"Mmmm..." Bess replied, her gaze dropping to the tall man's midsection for a long moment.
"Are you enjoying your stay?"
"Yes, I am. Cinder Bay is a great place to be."
Carmody's professional smile showed satisfaction at this comment as he went on to inform, "I'm so glad you feel that way, Miss Marvin. By the way, a party of return guests have checked in earlier today for one of the hotel's cultural events. Please feel free to introduce yourself. We here at the Faldor do try to promote a certain level of class, but not at the expense of open friendliness."
Eyes back on his face, Bess promised, "I will, Mr. Carmody."
With a slight nod, he bade, "Have a pleasant day, Miss Marvin, and please don't hesitate to be a little slut should you feel the desire."
Bess wasn't sure she'd heard him right. Even her jaw needed time to process the Hotel Manager's outrageous comment, sagging after he turned to walk back to his post behind the desk. Once there, he briefly glanced up at her, his professional smile almost a polite dismissal before picking up a pen to attend to whatever work was before him. In her minor state of shock, her hand had fallen away from the column, the subtle lust it had implanted in her mind still there, but the crystal structure itself forgotten in the face of Carmody's unexpected comment. With his dismissal, however, there seemed little else to say or do except to resume her original course for the dining room and, by the time she reached its entrance, her open mouth was smiling incredulously, taking a last look behind at Carmody.
Barely noting the rather grandiose dΓ©cor of the dining room, her thoughts of Carmody's last words were slowly pushed out of her mind by the tall black man behind the long bar at the far right of the room. He looked to be in his early thirties and was so black that his teeth seemed impossibly white by comparison, the whites of his eyes the same. Presently, his teeth were showing in a wide smile that welcomed in a way that any owner of any hospitality establishment would pay big wages for.
"Hello, and welcome!" his deep and richly accented voice greeted.
Still smiling, Bess's eyes were locked to this not unattractive, bald bartender as he polished a glass with a cloth as white as his teeth. There was nobody else in the dining room and, as she approached, his smile remained while his eyes defiled her young body.
"Hello," she said, climbing up on one of the stools that lined the front of the bar.