We all met Sarah briefly in Chapter Two. If you remember, she was the receptionist that young Tom spoke to at the front desk. I was too caught up in Lilly's upcoming Face 2 Face to focus on her properly for you the reader. Apologies for that, but Lilly kind of has that effect on people. Even me. Sole focus on her.
Allow me to correct that error now.
We meet her again as she comes through the door on her way back out of the Face 2 Face. She really wanted to stay in there but no matter, she has a plan.
Unlike Angela Harmison, Sarah is naked. She has no pretensions. Like most women on planet beta she is happier bare. Her small round breasts bounce slightly as she quickly walks back to reception. Her little round bottom doesn't sag at all. It doesn't bounce. It is just there. A peach. She has been blessed with good genes. Naturally athletic and lithe.
Her pussy is trimmed but not shaved. She had shaved it before but she felt she looked too young. Her pubic hair is light blond so it is not really noticeable until your face is in her pussy. Which is a nice place to be.
As she walks along in high sparkling blue heels, her washboard stomach, from those good genes, tenses and amazes.
She pushes through the door, absentmindedly playing with the heart necklace around her neck. A thin silver chain with a silver heart containing a blue stone within. A present from her father on her coming of age. To remember the love she has from her family.
Her dark eyes look around the front desk. There are plenty of other receptionists there. A mix of naked women and clothed men. "Good" she thinks.
Passing behind the attendants she reaches another door and passes through it, emerging into a stairwell. She ascends three flights of stairs, two steps at a time and pushes through a door at level 3 into a hallway. Five doors down, she knocks and enters.
"Hi Sarah." Brian says, turning his head.
Sarah sees Brian sitting behind his desk in the CCTV room. Greying at his temples, Brian has a slight paunch but is not in bad shape. She knows he goes to the hotel gym once a week and swims every day. His wife is a swim instructor so their morning routine is sex, swim, sex, then work. It suits them. Routine.
He is wearing his security uniform. Black trousers, white shirt with a gold lapel. His jacket is on the back of his chair. She knows his cap will be on the back of the door she has just opened. He swivels in his chair to focus on Sarah.
He likes Sarah. He has had two blowjobs from her since she joined about eighteen months ago. Both were good enough to be memorable. The image of him holding her straight out in front of him, perfectly straight, in mid-air, pulling and pushing her on his cock like a doll flashes through his mind. His cock all the way down her throat. Her saliva pouring round his cock.
There are approximately thirty five different receptionists that Brian has had some sort of sexual encounter with, of all genders and orientations, plus of course other hotel staff on top of those, and not all are memorable. He makes a mental note that he should see more of Sarah.
This position was possible because Sarah is dainty all over. Dainty limbs, dainty hands, dainty feet, dainty freckles on her dainty nose. Dainty nude pink lips. She has short blond hair which is feathered towards her face, cropped short at the back and sides. She was told that it suited her petite face to keep it short, so she has done so since her school days. She is almost elf-like and classically pretty with it.
Brian looks into her dark eyes. If you look closely enough they are very dark grey, but from a distance, they appear black. Like extra large pupils. They are made up with a light blue mascara to accentuate the greyness and match her shoes.
"Hi Brian." She smiles. "How are you today? I bet you could do with a break."
Sarah likes Brian. She's glad it's him on duty. Graham is a jobsworth, Shelia always wants something, Harvey is a bit slow, and she has only met the new girl Petra once. Brian has always been nice to her. Showing her the ropes when she first joined. Never pushy. It was Sarah that had been the one to initiate the blow jobs. He hadn't expected anything or forced her, and she had been happy to do them.
"I'm good thanks." It's not a lie. He is good. He enjoys his job. He enjoys his life.
"Wellllll, I'm heeeeyare to do you a liiiittle favor Brian."
There goes that elongation of the syllables again. She doesn't know why she does it and it only happens at work. It's kind of how she expects receptionists to talk. To be overly interested while being overly busy.
"I'll take ohhhver for about..." She pauses and thinks. "30 minutes. Yes, 30 minutes. You goooh and have a break, see your wife, have a coffeeeee, have something to eat, have some fuuuunn. Anything really. It's break tiiiiime."
