Guest Satisfaction Ch. 02

'We both need to be adults about this and realize it's best to keep things professional,' I eventually responded.

'Ok, if that is really what you want. But, what do you say about sending me a selfie? You have a picture of me, so it's only fair, right?'

'What? Are you serious right now?'

'Yeah. C'mon, it's just one pic. Something to remember you by?'

I scoffed reading his latest message and I was stunned that he would ask for something like this after what I just told him. However, the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if I should just do it. It was only one picture after all. If it would get him to stop messaging me, wouldn't it be worth it? After all, there wasn't anything wrong with a single picture.

Picking up my phone, I held it in front of me and brushed my hair back with my free hand. I tried to find the best angle and while smiling into the camera, I snapped a picture. Reviewing it on my phone after, I thought I looked very cute. In fact, I thought it could easily be a picture I used on social media or on the profile of a networking website. I opened the chat I had with Ryan, sent it, then put my phone back down believing that this was finally the end of it.

A few moments later, my phone chimed and I saw a message from him that said, 'Shit Victoria, your face is enchantingly beautiful. But what I really wanted was a picture of that smoking hot body of yours. You can send one more pic where I can see your sexy figure, can't ya?'

He was being a little too blunt and forward, but reading it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It was honestly a little invigorating to hear someone so young compliment my body like that. Just thinking about sending him a picture of my body made me feel hot and my heart was beating so hard that I felt my head pulsate. I rationalized that there was nothing wrong with sending yet another picture. It wasn't like it was a nude or anything.

Standing up, I held my phone up in front of me and angled it so my face and most of my body was shown. As I looked at my reflection, I noticed that my breasts looked huge. I didn't realize it before, but my button-up blouse was fairly tight. My D-cup breasts were pushing against the material and if I wasn't wearing a bra, I was sure my nipples would be poking through. I thought I looked hot and it gave me a rush of confidence.

Taking the picture, I reviewed it again on my phone and I couldn't help but smile at how good I looked. Opening the chat with Ryan, I sent it with my hand slightly trembling from excitement. I wondered what his reaction would be when he saw it. Would it get his thick, giant cock hard? Would he masturbate to my picture and spew his thick cum everywhere while he stared at it? I couldn't believe I was thinking of something so dirty, but I couldn't stop myself.

For a few moments, I didn't see any kind of response and when my phone chimed, I instantly reached for it and read, 'Damn Victoria, you are super fucking hot. I can't help but wonder what color underwear you're wearing.'

His response gave me a rush of passion and feeling energized as well as flirty, I responded, 'You naughty boy. Trying to get another picture of me?'

'I just gotta satisfy my imagination is all.'

Feeling more aroused with each text, I decided to reply playfully, 'That's a little unfair. I already sent two pictures, but you only sent one.'

Even though I committed to myself earlier that things needed to cool down between us, I had to admit it felt so good to flirt. I couldn't remember the last time I acted like this with a guy and it was a little addicting. Besides, I figured there was nothing wrong with some flirty texts, right? There were so many confusing, swirling emotions inside me, but I never felt so alive. I gave up any hope of being productive at work and I anxiously waited to see what kind of response I would get.

It took a few minutes, but I finally saw him respond back and I excitedly saw a picture. Tapping it to enlarge, my eyes widened. Oh my god. He seemed to still be at practice, but he had his jersey off and was drinking out of a water bottle. The picture showed his full body, so he clearly had one of his teammates snap the picture for him. Hard muscles covered his body and his sweat made his skin look shiny. My heart was beating so hard that it was making my head slightly dizzy. I was hopelessly obsessed with how good he looked.

'Looks like it's your turn now,' he said in a follow-up text after the photo.

There was still a logical corner of my brain that was screaming to stop this and not message him back, but it was getting increasingly ignored. I had an irresistible desire to send him a sexy picture of myself just to see his reaction. I wanted to make his big cock so hard that he would have to avoid his teammates so he wouldn't be embarrassed. God, how was I still so unbelievably horny even after this morning?

Getting up from my desk, I walked over to my office door and locked it before closing the blinds on my window for some extra privacy. I went over to sit on the couch and hurriedly unbuttoned the top half of my shirt. I thought of taking another simple selfie so he could see the bold color of my bra, but I had a wicked idea to tease him even further. After all, he did send me a full-body picture first.

Standing up, I quickly pulled up my pencil skirt to my upper thigh. Propping my phone up against a book on the coffee table, I sat back down on the edge of the couch and adjusted my body. I spread my legs wide and grabbed the inner parts of my thigh. Speaking a command to start a timer to take a picture, I gazed at the camera lustfully. Once the picture was taken, I immediately grabbed my phone and checked to see how it came out. When I saw it, I gasped at how sexy I looked.

With my shirt mostly unbuttoned, my large breasts were in full view and my soft, round globes seemed to strain against my bra. My eyes scanned lower and I privately blushed at how risque I looked. My legs were spread wide and you could clearly see my matching colored panties covering my now incredibly wet pussy. I thought there was a smudge on my screen, but when I zoomed in on my crotch, I realized that I was so wet that my panties were soaked through and definitely noticeable in the photo.

Chills of excitement ran up and down my spine as I pulled up the chat with Ryan and began to upload the picture. Part of me wondered if this was taking things too far, but the thrill of sending something so erotic overruled any other feelings. I heard of women sending lewd pictures to their boyfriends before, but I never understood why until today. The rush was exhilarating.

After impatiently waiting several minutes for his reply, I finally saw his response that read, 'Goddam Victoria, your body is straight fire. You got me so hard I had to get off the court.'

A moment later, a picture came in that showed his goliath-sized cock straining hard against his basketball shorts. I remembered what it was like to hold and lick that monster from earlier this morning and I felt my heart pound hard in my chest. I slid my finger along his dick on my screen and I felt my body shiver in response. Good thing he wasn't currently in my office, because I knew I wouldn't be able to resist throwing myself at him.

Giving myself entirely to my unbridled passion, I thought of another picture to send him. Completely unbuttoning my shirt, I rapidly pulled it off my body. I unhooked my bra and pulled it down my arms, fully revealing my perky breasts and rock-hard nipples. I slipped my shirt back on, but I left it unbuttoned. So much adrenaline was flowing through me that my hands were shaking slightly.

Setting my phone back on the coffee table, I angled it to focus on my upper body. Next, I arranged my shirt so either side of it just barely covered my hard nipples and left a tantalizing amount of my boobs bare. I then cupped my breasts through my shirt and spoke another command to start the photo timer. As it counted down, my fingers brushed against my hard, sensitive nipples and I let out a low moan as the picture was taken. My breathing was shaky from the excitement and I reached out to grab my phone to review the photo.

Holy shit, I looked like a total slut. The round globes of my breasts were prominently featured and my mouth was open, clearly showing me mid-moan. I wondered for a moment if I should retake the picture, but I decided against it. I wanted him to see me like this. I wanted him to know how horny I was because of him.

'Oh, you poor thing. This picture probably wouldn't help then, huh?' I typed back to him, before uploading my latest picture.

While waiting for his response, I decided to put my bra back on and button my shirt back up. It was risky enough to take these kinds of pictures in my office and I definitely didn't want to be flustered if someone suddenly knocked on my door. Once I was done buttoning up my shirt and pulled my pencil skirt back down, I looked at my phone and was dismayed that I didn't see a response from Ryan yet. I smiled and wondered if it was because he was masturbating to my picture right now.

Walking over to my door, I unlocked it and went back to my desk, still feeling extremely hot and horny. I anxiously waited for a response from him, but he seemed to suddenly disappear. At first, I tried to focus on being patient, but as the minutes rolled by, I felt like my mind was slowly breaking. Why the hell wasn't he responding to me?!

Before I knew it, a half hour flew by and I started to become paranoid that he started to share it with all of his teammates. Or that he got my pictures and would never talk to me again just like I originally asked him to. My mind was a mess and I became increasingly irrational. What the hell was his fucking problem? Was it suddenly too hard to message me back?

I soon heard a commotion and some sort of argument outside my door and I wondered what was going on. My door swiftly opened and I was shocked to see Ryan standing in the doorway. One of my front desk staff was arguing with him and informing him that he couldn't just come to my office like this. Yet, even from behind my desk, I could tell he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"It's alright, he is one of our VIP guests. He can come in," I replied, as calmly as I could to my desk staff.

"Yes, Ms Chan," my staff member responded calmly, but still clearly irritated.

"Close the door if you could?" I said as they turned to leave and a few seconds later, I was left alone with him.

He was still in his basketball outfit and it looked like he came here straight from his practice. My heart was beating hard earlier, but now it was pounding so hard in my chest that I wondered if he could hear it from across the room. Seeing him in person again sent my mind into a frenzy and every part of my body yearned for his strong touch.

Standing up, I walked in front of my desk and said in a shaking voice, "What are you doing here?"

He dropped the duffel bag that he was holding, and without responding, he immediately walked over, grabbed the back of my head with his large hand, and kissed me passionately on the lips. I eagerly kissed him back and my body felt like it was struck by lightning. I greedily sucked on his lips and I felt his hands squeeze my large, toned ass and pulled me into him. Our kisses were wild and filled with lust. He broke away from my lips and started to kiss the soft skin of my neck and I softly moaned in pleasure.

"Ryan...Ryan, stop. Stop!" I said in a commanding voice.

He reluctantly stopped and pulled his head back. His eyes stared into mine with a fire that turned me on more than I cared to admit. Placing my hands on his incredible chest, I pushed him back slightly and his hands finally released my ass. Taking a deep breath, I pulled back some of my black hair that fell on my face.

"This is way too dangerous. Someone could walk in here any second, and this room is nowhere near as soundproof as you think it is," I said in a low tone, almost a whisper.

"Sounds like we should go back to my room then," he said confidently.

Hearing those words made my pounding heart skip a beat, but I tried to calm myself and said, "Ryan...we can't. As much as I want to, we need to be responsible. What happened earlier should have never occurred in the first place."

"Why not?" he asked back, clearly not willing to drop this.

"Because you are so much younger than me and the son of the owner. If someone found out, my career would be over," I responded, but I knew my eyes were still looking at him in desire.

"Seems like we need to make sure no one finds out then."

"Ryan..."

"Look, why don't I go back to my room alone since I need to shower anyways. Then...," he said and trailed off slightly while he reached out and cupped my face before continuing, "you can decide what to do next."

Dropping his hand away from my face, he flashed that irresistibly charming smile of his at me. Turning around, he grabbed his bag, opened my office door, and walked out, closing the door behind him. My heart was beating so fast, I walked over to the couch to sit down since I was feeling slightly dizzy. I placed a hand on my chest and felt my heart going wild! Every instinct in my body was telling me to follow him, but I hesitated. I couldn't. I shouldn't.

While my emotions and logic battled with each other, I smelled something in the air and immediately recognized his scent. I don't know why, but his smell crushed any lingering reservations I had. At that moment, I knew what I wanted. Primal instincts kicked in and they compelled me to follow him. However, I knew I had to wait at least a few minutes so it wouldn't look suspicious to any of my staff.

Every minute that went by seemed to go at a snail's pace. Finally feeling that enough time had passed, I got up and walked out of my office. I told the front desk staff that I was going to check on a guest's room. Even though my heart was pounding, I tried to act as calmly as possible while I walked to the elevators. Saying hello to a guest that was leaving, I got on one and hit the button for the top floor. Before I knew it, the elevator arrived and I stepped out into the hallway.

With each step that took me closer and closer to his room, I felt my body get hotter and hotter. I thought that I would become more hesitant as I approached his room, but there was no longer any doubt in my mind. I wanted this. I wanted it so badly that it shocked me. I was more sure of it than anything else in my life at that moment. I didn't know why he had so much power over me, but at the moment, I didn't care.

Once I arrived at his door, I saw it was left open by the deadbolt just like the first time I came here. Wait, was he that confident I was going to follow him up here? Was I that predictable? Feeling my face flush, I walked inside and closed the door behind me, locking it. I heard the shower running and the door to the bathroom was open. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up out of anticipation, but I confidently walked inside.

Seeing the large, standing shower, I walked over to stand in front of it. The clear glass door gave me a wonderfully unobstructed view of the mountain of muscle that was inside. Water was rolling down his ripped body and I helplessly stared at his arm muscles flex while he rubbed his hands over his body. God, every inch of his body looked perfect.

He turned his head and finally noticed me standing outside. He flashed the widest smile I had seen him give and it made my heart skip a beat. He turned his body to face me and stuck out his arm to lean against the wall of the shower. Immediately, my eyes focused on his cock. I was stunned at how imposing it looked, even though it was still soft. I slowly raised my eyes back to his face that now had an amused expression on it.

Already breathing heavily, I raised my hands to my chest and started to slowly unbutton my shirt. As I revealed more and more of my breasts, I saw his cock begin to twitch. Undoing the last button, I slid it off my arms, dropped it to the floor, and began to undo the zipper of my pencil skirt. Without breaking eye contact, I pulled my skirt down over my toned ass and it fell to the floor at my feet. I couldn't believe I was stripping right in front of him, but I couldn't deny how good it felt.

His cock was now practically fully hard and I marveled at his size. While I continued to stare at it, I unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side, completely revealing my perky D-cup breasts. His dick was now fully erect and throbbed menacingly in front of him. I had no idea how that thing fit inside me yesterday, but I couldn't wait for him to shove it inside me again.

I still had my panties on and thought of slipping them off next, but the thought of him ripping them off my body made my legs feel weak. Besides, my panties were already soaked so it's not like it mattered if they got a little more wet. Taking a few steps forward, I opened the shower door and walked in. Walking under the hot water that was pouring from above, I stood directly in front of him. My body was becoming soaked, but I was so hot already that I barely felt how warm the water was.

Part of me thought that he would immediately grab me, toss my body against the wall and fuck me. Instead, he stood still with his muscular body looming in front of me, with his arms now resting at his sides and his eyes alive with passion. While water streamed down my face and body, I slowly raised my hands to press them against his hard chest. The heat radiating from his body was crazy! I glided my hands to his arms and I squeezed his bulging biceps while releasing a small gasp. His bicep was bigger than my hand and I was in awe of how strong he felt.

My hands lowered to his incredible abs and I couldn't help but slide them along his ab muscles and loved how my fingers bounced across his defined muscles. However, once my hands neared his gargantuan cock, I was totally enthralled by it. My hands quickly grabbed around his shaft and I gasped again, still stunned by his size. Even with two hands around his shaft, I wasn't able to cover his entire length and my thumbs and fingers weren't even close to encircling it. I was hopelessly addicted to it and I wondered if he knew it too.

Sliding my hands up and down, I began to slowly pump his shaft. I raised my head to look into his eyes and I was met with a look of pure desire. One of his large hands reached out to grab the back of my head and he pulled my mouth into his. Our lips crashed into each others and bombs felt like they were going off inside my brain as we sucked on each other's lips. I no longer cared if it was risky for us to be together like this or whether it could ruin my career. I needed this.

Just when I was getting lost in his soft lips, he pulled his face away. His hands then grabbed my arms and pulled my hands off his thick dick. A split second later, his hands grabbed each side of my panties by my hips. He then started to pull it in opposite directions and I saw the muscles on his arms bulge tremendously.

After just a brief moment, I felt the material tear and he then jerked hard, completely ripping them off my body and exposing my bald, dripping wet pussy. When I imagined him ripping them off my body, I didn't think he would do it literally! I moaned deeply and my body shivered in pure astonishment at his strength.

He tossed my ripped panties to the side and then pushed me until my back was pressed up against the tiled wall. Grabbing my hands, he pulled them high above my head and pinned them against the wall. He fully overshadowed my body and I never felt so tiny and weak before. I tried to pull my hands away from his, not because I wanted to free them, but because I wanted to feel just how much stronger he was than me. My now fully naked body was completely exposed to him and I breathed heavily while staring into his eyes, waiting to see what he would do next.