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pants. I felt it press up against me, more intimate than any inanimate object has a right to be.  

    I splashed some water on my face and checked myself in the mirror. I looked at the time and bolted out of the bathroom. I didn’t want to be late again!

    —

    “It’s a little odd to have a woman bellhop,” the ancient man said. His eyebrows were like long pine branches covered in snow. Hair crawled out of his ears and mixed with his white neck hair. Eww. Eww. “Back in my day they had strong young men do this job. The women stayed at home. Better days.”

    “Well, times change Mr. Hockens,” I said, all smiles. I struggled to pull his huge luggage down the hall. It must’ve been made of wood and brass. It weighed fifty pounds and had a single small handle on the side. I wheezed, lifting the suitcase enough to drop it six inches ahead of me. “You come prepared, don’t you?”

    “Oh, if I have to travel, I like to travel a certain way. My wife always cooks me a big casserole, and I just pack it into my luggage,” he said, slowly ambling next to me. “And I bring my own water, of course. A few gallons.”

    I looked over at him. “You have a casserole and gallons of water in this suitcase?” I heaved it another six inches.

    “Well, I’m not going to trust anything cooked in a New York kitchen! They have immigrants here!” He seemed to be very upset at this revelation.

    For a split second I was sure I could murder him in this hallway and make it look like an accident. Pick him up and throw him down the nearest laundry chute. He probably weighed less than his fucking water and casserole filled suitcase.

    “Taking a break dear? Well, I guess I should expect it to take longer when there’s a woman handling it,” he said.

    “Now wait one-“ I began. A strong thrumming sensation filled my lower half as the device against my clit came alive. No device this small should’ve been able to buzz this hard, but it did. I felt it in my toenails. I gritted my teeth and leaned against the wall, my legs turning to jelly.  

    “Take your time, deary. I don’t hold your deficiencies against you,” he said.

    The buzz stopped. As suddenly as it had come on, it was gone. My slit was moist with excitement, despite my brain pleading that this wasn’t the time or place. Alas, it had a mind of its own. I wondered when the next buzz would come. I anticipated it.

    “Ok, I’m ready,” I said. I heaved the suitcase another six inches, and we continued down the hallway, him continuing to mutter about the natural inferiority of women.

    —

    “You’re going to love the conference room,” I said to the Korean pop group as I led them into the elevator. “Our chairs were designed by Paul Burnaise, the table is actually a door from a ninth century Spanish castle, and the view is to die for!”

    The doors began to close when a hand shot through them. Maggie stepped into the elevator, giving me side eyes. “Nineteen,” she said as the elevator doors closed. “And this is for you,” she said, handing me a note.

    My hand went up to hit her number. Half way there, my crotch exploded in vibrations. Shit! My mouth open, all I could do was let out a high pitched squeal. I closed my eyes and put all my weight against the hand rail.

    “What the hell?” Maggie said, leaning past me and hitting her floor number. “Keep it together,” she whispered at me severely.

    I bit down on my lip, trying to fight the paralyzing vibrations coming from the little device on my clit. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” I said. This was not a good place to have a full fledged moaning orgasm!

    Thankfully, the buzzing stopped as we got to the conference room floor. Without missing a beat, I escorted our guests down the hall and into their conference room. Back in the hallway, I unfolded the note Maggie had handed me.

    Tina,

    10pm.

    -Sir

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    “Come in,” Mr. Stannis said. He was dressed in a stunning dark blue suit. His tie was the