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From: david@f-e-mail.com (David Shaw)
Subject: {ASSM} 'THE HOTEL' (Flash) By David Shaw
Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 18:10:04 -0400
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'THE HOTEL' (Flash)

By 

David Shaw
(david@f-e-mail.com)


Ms O'Keefe shouldn't have made herself so objectionable to the hotel
staff. But as the senior partner in a legal firm she was used to
getting what she wanted. Ms O'Keefe was also the proud possessor of a
full bodied figure which had given many male jurors and judges a great
deal of pleasure from her appearances in court. But she still
shouldn't have called that Sicilian born waiter a stupid faggot.

Next morning her document case disappeared in the lobby as she was
making a phone call. The lady lawyer went ballistic at the front desk
when she discovered the loss: the contents of the case were absolutely
vital to an upcoming case and had to be recovered immediately. That
was the message she delivered with a vicious fluency which sent even
the manager recoiling in shock, case hardened as he was to dealing
with complaints. And in the confrontation neither party noticed the
waiter and two of his fellow male workers standing at the restaurant
door, listening happily to every angry word.

When Ms O'Keefe finally returned to her room after a vain search for
the document case she found one of the missing papers had been pushed
underneath the door with a note. The note told her that if she wanted
the rest of the papers she had to go to another floor of the hotel and
wait inside the linen room. She was to go there immediately she read
the note. Any delay or attempt to contact anybody else and her
documents would be burnt without a second chance. The note's final
sentence was that nobody intended to hurt her or steal anything else
from her.

She thought quickly, with a fast and powerful mind. The conclusion she
drew was the argument with the waiter and a probable desire on his
part to fuck her in retaliation for the insult. She also decided, just
as quickly, that the waiter was quite attractive, especially in view
of how important this case was to her career.

The door of  the linen room was unlocked. There were shelves of sheets
and pillow slips inside. The light didn't work because the globe had
been removed but  something was glowing in the dark at the back of the
storeroom. Ms O'Keefe went forward to investigate it. The light was
coming from a torch tied up inside a red pillow slip, so there was
only a dim reddish glow. It was on a shelf at waist height. There was
another note pinned to the pillow slip, saying she had to lie down on
her stomach on the pile of sheets next to the pillow slip. The final
instruction was for Ms O'Keefe to call a number on her cell phone and
tell the guy at the other end she was ready for him. 

She made the call. Whoever was at the other end only mumbled something
but O'Keefe could hear a guy laughing in the background. The acid in
the lawyer's stomach curdled like week old milk as she waited out the
next few minutes.  Then she heard the door of the linen room open.
There were footsteps, she don't know how many. The door closed again.
She heard some male sniggers as the bottom of her of her skirt was
lifted up.

Ms O'Keefe could feel two hands on each of  her legs as her panties
and hose were drawn down by another pair of strong male hands. It was
about then that she realised she was going to be tipping very
generously for this service.

(If you like this kind of story, stop by at www.f-e-mail.com sometime
and take a look around.)

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