You are one of the concierges at my hotel, and had, earlier in the evening, noticed me waiting to speak with one of your male colleagues. After a while, however, I had seemingly lost patience and left when he was very busy.
Having just completed your shift, you see me in the hotel bar and come over to introduce yourself, and to make sure that I had eventually gotten the information I needed. As I offer you a seat and a drink, I fumble a little in telling you that I actually went from the concierge to the bellmen to get my question answered.
This admission piques your interest because, in your experience, guys by themselves on business trips, as I am, typically talk to bellmen to find out about local adult entertainment.
Using this as a cue, you proceed to teasingly interrogate me to get more specifics about my inquiry, and also share your own wisdom.
As you explain it to me, information from the bellman would probably take me to some of the basest establishments, and information from your male concierge colleague would most likely take me to some high end clubs or bring a party to my room. You, however, being a more devoted student of the hotel’s clientele know that some guests may have interests that are a bit kinkier.
The flush in my cheeks and hesitation in answering your more direct questions regarding the type of entertainment and fun I am seeking confirms your intuition, and you take great pleasure in making me confess to some of my desires before revealing that you would be delighted to have me as your party girl tonight.
A beautiful fantasy, sent by a beautiful, kinky caller.
And, no, I’m not going to tell you what happened next.
If you’re really curious, put on your panties and your cock-sucking lipstick …
… and call me!
You silly little Sissy Gurl.