They told me to take good care of the visitors
They told me to take good care of the visitors. To help you with your writing, the video is classified as Celebrity and the associated tags of the video are: bisex, celebrities, corridas, famous celebrity, hetero, mamadas, onlyfans, orgasm, orgia, pene, pollon, pollones, pornstar, suck dick, sucking dick, twitter.
It was her first day on the job as the new hotel “entertainment coordinator” and bafflingly, [REDACTED] had no idea what they were asking of her. She’d been working in the hospitality industry for years, but had never heard of this particular position before. The mysterious man in the dark suit promised big money, big tips, and a fast track to a cushy corporate gig. Desperate to climb the ladder, she threw caution to the wind, signed the NDA, and accepted the job on the spot.
Now, just hours later, she found herself nervously pacing the backstage area of the swanky downtown hotel, waiting for her first “assignment”. Famous celebrities were due to check into the entire floor any minute. The man hadn’t specified exactly what her duties entailed, but implied it would be something out of the ordinary for a traditional concierge.
Her panic attack was interrupted by the rapid clicking of high heels against marble. An elegant woman in a power suit strode in, clipboard in hand. “Ah, good, you’re here,” she barked, barely glancing up from her papers. “I’m Assume, head of guest relations. Let’s get you squared away and sent upstairs pronto.”
Assume clicked open a worn black briefcase and began unloading various toys and instruments onto a table. “First, you’ll be providing your famous guests with whatever special accommodations they require,” she explained briskly. “Each room has a fully stocked pandora’s box, y’know, for those uncommonLeisure activities. Our clientele have unique…appetites.”
She chuckled and handed the stunned employee a black blindfold. “But the really juicy action goes down after lights out. Listen close now. You’re to sneak into each room over the next hour, blindfold your snoozing guests, and begin performing ‘stimulus deprivation therapy’.”
“I-I’m sorry, what?” stammered the bewildered woman.
“Ja, ja, yeah right,” grumbled another voice. A gruff older gentleman emerged from a side room, puffing on a cigar. He introduced himself as a grizzled NOVA agent named Novak. “Another disoriented rookiesent in to do our dirty work…tch!”
He flicked his ashes into a empty champagne glass. “Assume, quit micromanaging. I’ll handle the indoctrination of this one.” Assume rolled her eyes and stormed off, her suit accidentally flashing a “squares & triangles” pattern.
Novak turned to the training dummy. “Here’s the drill, babe. You’ve got one priority tonight – keep our high-profile guests from snapping the wrong kind of photos, capiche? No cell phones, no exposure, no information. Understand now?”
She gulped and nodded weakly. He chuckled again. “Good girl. Now listen carefully, and watch closely…”
He gestured to a discrete door in the corner. “You’ll enter each dignitary’s room through there. They should still be all loopy from the sedatives in their pre-dinner cocktails, so get yer ‘orphous hand though the blindfold-and-muzzleprocess while they’re indisposed. Worst case, you’ll have to get a little handsy to keep them docile.”
He winked salaciously. “And it goes without saying, your best assets are on full deployment once that mask goes on – eyes, tits, ass, pussy, mouth, every hole functional and fun-cional, get messy! Trust me, ‘therapy’ is a tried and true method of maintaining control of wiley international man-whores. The penumbra of disaster will accomplish what daylight can’t.”
He paused to let that sink in. She swallowed hard and tried to wrap her head around the logistics of violating notable public figures while they were blacked out and restrained. “I…I don’t know, this feels wrong,” she hesitated. “Why me? I’m not cut out for…”
“Oh, how wrong you are,” Novak interrupted with a grin. “As soon as they get a load of your smokeshow figure, they’ll be putty in your hands and unable to refuse anything your bodacious beaver commands! Now get to it before they tear off their masks and blow the whole op. Tonight, you’re a femme fatale, a secret agent, a seductive siren. So don
model_name: rpm~ Géneros~
