Blondes Do Have More Fun
It was at a quarter to eleven when the curvy, platinum blonde stepped in through the wide sliding doors of the Hildebrandt Hotel. Jimmy Hogan was the only clerk manning the front desk at the time. Since Jimmy was a sucker for voluptuous females, he quickly straightened up his tie and eagerly awaited the young woman's approach.
The pretty blonde did not come toward the front desk, however. Instead, she merely wandered through the expansive lobby and took in the lavish décor. The woman seemed to have a studious eye, as she paused to take in the grandeur of the hotel, gazing at the lavish layout from multiple angles. She scrutinized both the artwork on the walls and the various small sculptures strewn about the large chamber.
Well, thought Jimmy, if she wasn't going to come to him, he did not mind at all going over to her. He rounded the corner of his little concierge podium. With his hands folded neatly behind his back, Jimmy began the tiny journey across the lobby. For the entire walk, he ogled the attractive woman's back and wide butt.
The blonde bombshell was absorbed with the sight of a large, framed picture displaying a portion of a yacht's sail and mast, along with its rigging. Both of these were inset on a wider backdrop of orange-tinged ocean waves. To Jimmy's taste, the colors were rather unappealing hues of orange, red and various browns, but at the moment, these were of the least importance.
What was captivating his attention was the beauty standing before him. The woman had on a form-fitting and bright, aqua-blue colored dress, which clung enticingly to her large, meaty ass and equally eye-pleasing thighs. Jimmy dared linger his vision on those plump butt-cheeks again, becoming even more aroused when he saw absolutely no trace of panty lines whatsoever. Her heels were shiningly white. They matched the large beads that made up the woman's two bracelets and necklace, and also the small lady's purse she held closely at her side.
Jimmy gave the shapely blonde a moment, as she retrieved her phone from her purse to check the time. Once the phone was hidden away, he made his move.
"I see that you've been admiring the artwork here." Jimmy said.
The blonde swung around to face him, taking in his face, his form and his nametag all in one fell swoop. Jimmy observed that she wasn't Anglo, as he'd first assumed, but Hispanic. Her hair was cut short and sassy, her eyes were large and alluring, and her lips were full and tinted in what looked like a shade of candy apple red.
Definitely, Jimmy decided, this was a perfect ten, in a Marilyn Monroe, statuesque sort of way.
"Who would want to color the ocean in orange?" The alluring fox gestured in disapproval, as she returned her gaze to the picture. "I mean, I'm sure everything in this hotel cost a great deal of money, but everything looks so old-fashioned and stuffy. We're right off the beach here in San Diego. Everything should be colored in pretty blues and light tans, kind of like me."
As the pretty blonde said this, she turned toward Jimmy and held her arms out expressively. This gave the clerk another good moment to stare at her. The thick straps of her dress nicely contrasted with the creamy tone of her shoulders and arms, Her boobs were certainly D cups, her waist was thick, but her overall form still retained an hourglass figure. The flare of her hips was nothing short of magnificent.
"I was wondering if you could do me a favor." The blonde said, right before she lifted her necklace up to her mouth.
Jimmy could only stare back, as the looker slid a short length of the large beads across her mouth, and kept their movement steady with her tongue. At that moment, she could have asked him to flap his arms like a chicken and to start clucking all over the lobby, and Jimmy would have done it.
"How may I assist you?" He asked, in his most courteous, professional tone.
"I'm looking for a man that works here." She replied. "I know that he has lunch at eleven, but I don't know where he is. Can you help me find him?"
"Sure. What's his name?"
"Pablo Robles."
"You mean one of our building engineers?"
"Yes, but I don't want him to know that I'm here. It's a surprise."
This was starting to sound very interesting, Jimmy thought. He pulled his hand-radio from his waist and brought it up to his mouth. "Building engineer Pablo, do you copy?"
It took several seconds for a reply to be heard.
"Pablo, here. What's up?"
"Oh, hey, Pablo. This is Jimmy over at the front desk. I don't really need anything. I was just calling to find out where you are."
"Hold on a sec." Pablo's voice announced over the grainy receiver. "Okay, I'm in seven-seventeen right now, but I'll be heading out to lunch in, uh, in about ten minutes. If you've got anything for me, it'll have to wait until I get back."
"Thanks for the update." Jimmy said, before he set the radio back on his waist.
The blonde pointed across the lobby. "And I can take those elevators up to see him?"
"You wouldn't be able to see him until he's off the clock." Jimmy said, politely.
She started toward the elevators anyway. "It's okay. I'm his daughter. Like I said, I have a surprise for him."
Jimmy tagged along, as the blonde went over and pressed the call-down button. He winced when the little bell rang right away, as an elevator was already sitting there at the lobby waiting. He hadn't had enough time to come up with a good pick-up line!
The blonde stepped in and casually reached out to press the designated button."
