By all accounts, Lyndsay is a beautiful woman. The tall, 21-year-old blonde bombshell was just starting her senior year at college. Lyndsay had long blonde hair that hung below her shoulder blades. Her piercing blue eyes and captivating smile compelled men to stare at her tanned, exotic face. And her toned, 36-D, 24, 36 body did the rest when it came to drawing attention.
She was just starting her fourth year at her part-time job as a desk clerk for the Heights Hotel and Conference Center, which is located on campus in the small college town. She had secured this job thanks to her older sister, who was a senior when Lyndsay started college. Her sister had spoken to the manager and her behalf and got Lyndsay hired. She worked much of the first year at various tasks until replacing her sister on the front desk three days a week. She had the skills and personality for it, plus the manager thought that having such a lovely girl as the first thing people saw when they entered wasn't a bad thing.
Many of the employees were college students, working to help pay their way through school. It was a busy hotel, rooming parents who came down for games and other functions, various conferences and conventions, visiting teams, and various celebrity performers who played concerts at the university arena. Such was the case this weekend as Destiny Rae--one of Lyndsay's favorite singers--was performing for two nights. Lyndsay had dared to use her connections through the hotel to get her a ticket to last night's sold out show. It wasn't the best seat in the house, but she had enjoyed the performance.
Lyndsay had to be careful as the hotel had a strict no fraternization policy between employees and guests. This was done to prevent the staff from bothering the guests, especially the celebrities, when they were staying there, but also to avoid the risk of prostitution, as it was not uncommon for college girls to earn money that way, and the hotel wanted to keep girls from working there just to get easier access to try this.
Lyndsay had violated the rule twice. Once, about a year ago, she wound up alone with singer and dance artist Enrique Ramirez, shortly before he was to head over to perform for the night. Lyndsay had been captivated by his charm and found herself on her knees giving the Latin singer a blowjob. The entire time she was fantasizing about how he might fall in love with her and they would become a couple. She accepted a ticket to his show and then hurried back to the hotel afterwards, believing that she would spend the night with him, but never saw him again. She learned the next day that he had returned with two women who went to his room with him.
She couldn't believe how she had let her naivety to get the better of her. Still, she had thoroughly enjoyed the experience and it gave her a great memory and story to tell back at home. She didn't dare share it at school for fear of losing her job.
The other time was nothing as exciting. She had been hit on--as was often the case--by a handsome student from another college, who was there to watch his brother's team, and she snuck away with him after her shift had ended and spent the night with him.
Today Lyndsay had been given a dream assignment. She was told to close off the indoor pool for a private function. The pool was rarely used this time of the year anyway, so she did as instructed, only to discover that Destiny Rae had come down to swim. The singer greeted Lyndsay politely as she entered, along with her small entourage. There were four men, dressed in khaki slacks and black polo shirts. Three where white and one was black. All four appeared to be in their mid-twenties and were muscular, attractive men with short hair and clean shaven. Lyndsay knew that they were most likely Destiny's security staff. There was another woman and a man, the latter she recognized as one of the guitarists in the band.
Destiny removed her robe. She was tall and thin, with long blonde hair. With firm B-cup breasts that were barely concealed beneath her tiny bikini top. Several tattoos adorned her body. She was very pretty and looked younger than her 31 years of age. Lyndsay had been a fan of Destiny's since the singer had first hit the pop charts nearly ten years earlier. Being in the pool area with her was thrilling. She tried not to stare at her, but couldn't help doing so. A few times she caught Destiny staring back, and that made her feel in comfortable, thinking that the woman might complain.
Destiny swam for nearly thirty minutes before deciding to go back to her room. As she used a towel to dry off she thanked Lyndsay for arranging the use of the pool. They spoke briefly and Lyndsay told her how much she had enjoyed the concert the night before, to which Destiny asked where she had sat, and then offered her four second row tickets for tonight's show, and directed one of her crew to arrange it.
A short time later, as she was finishing her shift, one of the four security men, the only blond, who identified himself as Steve, came down to the desk and told Lyndsay that Destiny would like her to come up to the presidential suite where she could give her the tickets and an autograph. Since this had been a request, and Lyndsay was off duty, she saw no reason not to do so, and quickly followed the man to the elevator. She was anxious about going to Destiny Rae's suite and meeting with her in a more intimate setting, especially after calling her friend to tell her about it and inviting her to the show, and after arranging to sell the other two tickets for $150 each.
Lyndsay had never been in the presidential suite. The place was very large with multiple room. As soon as the entered, Steve said, "You have to leave your phone in the basket." He pointed to a wire basket on the counter. "No unauthorized photos are allowed." He winked and added, "Destiny will probably let you take a selfie before you leave. But she has to suggest it. Don't ask for one."
Lyndsay withdrew her smartphone from her back pocket and placed it in the basket. "She's back there." He said, pointing to a closed door.
The three other men she had seen were sitting around the spacious living room. All of them were looking at her. She could feel the way their eyes roamed her body as she walked past in her black slacks and tight white blouse that hugged her shapely bosom.
Lyndsay knocked on the door and heard Destiny say, "Come in."
She opened the door and entered the bedroom. Destiny was sitting at the desk looking into the mirror. She had obviously been applying makeup. The singer had apparently showered and dried her hair after returning to her room, and was wearing a light blue robe. "Hi Lyndsay." She said, turning around to greet the young woman.
Lyndsay was nervous as they made small talk. She became more so when Destiny's robe parted, revealing her firm, smaller breasts. Lyndsay had seen pictures online of Destiny Rae's tits. The singer was fond of showing off her body. Lyndsay wasn't a prude, but she didn't dare expose herself the way her idol did.
Seeing Lyndsay looking, Destiny laughed and opened her robe all the way, exposing her shaved pussy. "I hope you don't mind, but I enjoy having someone looking at me when I'm naked. Especially someone as beautiful as you. Tell me, have you ever been with another woman?"
Lyndsay blushed. She wasn't opposed to homosexuality; she had several gay friends, and had kissed a couple girls in college. But she had never gone farther. She fantasized about it, but didn't think she could ever bring herself to do so. She had read many times how Destiny Rae was openly bisexual, but seemed to be more attracted to women than men.
Destiny stood up, dropping the robe to the floor, and approached Lyndsay. "You are so fucking beautiful that I told the guys that I had to make love to you."
Lyndsay didn't know what to think. Then she felt Destiny's hands fondling her breasts. "Oh, these are 100% natural, aren't they."
"Yes." Lyndsay spoke softly. Then she backed away, "What are you doing? I just came up for the tickets you promised me."
"Relax," Destiny told her, "You'll get the tickets. I have four front row seats for you, plus an autographed picture and CD. But I really want to see you naked and on my bed."
She pushed Lyndsay onto the king-size bed and fell atop of her, passionately kissing the 21-year-old, while using her right hand to play with her left breast. Then she slid her hand down and began rubbing between Lyndsay's legs.
"No, I can't do this." Lyndsay objected as she struggled to get up. "Help!" She cried, hoping that Destiny's security team would come to her rescue.
The singer laughed, "Yes, help would be good. Boys!"
The door opened and the four men rushed inside. "Help me to hold her down and strip her."
The men came around both sides of the bed and grasped Lyndsay, holding her arms and legs as Destiny began undoing her clothes.
