Hard Core Fetish Hotel Pt. 03

I woke up well rested. The hotel alarm was superb; it first brightened the lights slowly, and then gradually increased the volume on the music channel I had selected for alarm tone.

Samantha was stretching herself. "I wish I could get this bed to home. I slept great."

"Yeah, I normally have trouble sleeping in new places, but this was good. Ready to kill it on the floor today?" I asked.

"Uh, why did you have to remind me."

"Take your time choosing your clothes for today. And maybe leave that one item off that Rachel suggested." I decided to press it a little, because I did not want a repeat of the previous day.

"I... couldn't. What if someone saw what they were not supposed to?"

"Come on! Celebrities do it all the time, and it is no big deal. Quick, tell me the name of an actress that was caught flashing their private bits, and how it affected their career."

"Uhh, well,... damn it. I can't remember for sure who, but I have seen dozens." Her forehead was in wrinkles as she was trying to think.

"Exactly! It is supposedly scandalous, but nobody can remember any details a week later. You will be fine." I got up and was quickly dressed. Samantha was still staring at the ceiling. I dropped a velvet pouch on the table. "I got you some presents last night. Please consider what Rachel and Meredith suggested. You are braver than you think."

—

While I was waiting for Samantha to come down, I was watching a group of seven young women checking in. It looked like a bachelorette party. All but one seemed to be embarrassed to be there. The girl with short dark hair seemed to be in charge; perhaps the bridesmaid. They all seemed to be excited and in a good mood, though. Having done their paperwork, they migrated over to the elevator. The doors opened, and Samantha stepped out. She blushed, and walked gingerly toward me.

The bridesmaid yelled something I couldn't hear, and quickly ushered her friends in the elevator. A couple of the women gave curious looks at Samantha as she walked by.

"Ready to go?", I asked. She just nodded, and we walked to the car.

—

Samantha squeeked when she sit in the car. She tried to wiggle herself into a comfortable position.

I grinned. "I take it you took advantage of my presents. May I ask which one did you pick?"

She turned bright red again, and refused to look my way. "Both. I have always wanted to try ben wa balls in public, but never had the guts. And I figured the butt plug would make it easier to use the bathroom."

"Wow! I am proud of you. You'll see, today will be better."

I occasionally glanced at her as I drove us to the conference center. She had pinned here hair up, showing her delicate neck. She had long earrings, with heavy dark blue stones glittering about. She never seemed to wear much make up. She was wearing a grey silk blouse, and a loose but short dark blue skirt. Finishing up the ensemble were the black stilettos, and black purse she had worn every day. Not bad.

—

Second training day started with a little more foot traffic. Samantha's changed demeanor also made an obvious difference. She was certainly no longer bored. Instead, she seemed to be perpetually out of breath, with a light sheen of sweat on her face that she dabbled dry occasionally. Her interaction with potential customers was almost as awkward as before, but she was smiling a lot more, and the men especially seemed to sense that something was up. By lunch I estimated that for every four people our neighbors brought in, we signed up three.

"I can't believe this worked," Samantha whispered me.

"Yeah, we are almost caught up. How are you feeling?"

"I can feel a draft where I have never felt it before," she giggled. "But I am a lot less nervous than I thought I would be."

"Great! We'll make a pervert out of you yet," while I grinned at her.

"Jackass!" But she smiled. "For that you can starve a little longer. I am taking my lunch break first."

Our neighbors had noticed our improved performance as well. Mary looked at Samantha walking away, then gave me the thumbs up and smiled. But Heather didn't seem to be happy. She announced that she was taking a break as well to her team.

In the lull of customers that followed, Mary came into our booth. "Do you mind if I sit down? Your chairs look more comfortable."

"Be my guest."

She sat down, and lifted her muscled leg over the other. The slit in her skirt opened up fully, and exposed her whole leg. I couldn't help but glance down. "It is nice to see your young Padawan learning the ropes," and tilted her head in the direction that Samantha has vanished.

"Hahah! Yes, she got some advice that's helped a lot. Still a long way to go to reach your level." I tilted my water bottle her way, and took a sip.

"Thanks."

We were chatting along, and enjoying our free time. She engaged in light flirting, and I was happy to go along. I learned that she had found hiking trails nearby and planned to go hiking after finishing up, and asked if I would be interested in joining her.

"I am sorry, but Frank and I are going to be busy with going over our numbers tonight," Samantha butted in. "Frank, you can have your lunch break now."

"Ah, time flies when you are having fun. See you around, Mary," I said and went to find something to eat.

—

When I got back, business had picked up again. I noticed an immediate change. There were even more men around Heather's booth, and Heather was again beaming smiles at everyone. I was still sipping my coffee when I saw her full silhouette when the crowd moved around, and nearly choked on my drink. She had removed her bra. Every time she moved, her tits captivated the attention of every male around. They were clearly bigger than Mary's perky cones, but lacked the pointy attention grabbers. Still, every warm bloodied male was fantasizing about what it would feel like to squeeze those fun bags.

Samantha gave me a look at that said: "can you believe that?"

I shrugged my shoulders. I leaned in, and whispered: "She seems competitive. And hey, it is working."

She humphed.

We got busy for a while, and then it was almost coffee time. I could feel my back and legs tell me that I needed a break. I groaned as I sat down, and then sighed.

Samantha smirked my way. "Age catching up?"

I wanted to show her the finger, but I saw a man approach from Mary's booth and decided to shelve it. When Samantha's attention was on the new potential customer, I was able to take another good look at her from behind. What really caught my attention was the glint of moisture sliding down her inner thigh. No way! The only reason I had seen it was because I had sat down, but soon it would be visible to everyone. I got back up, and it seemed that was enough to scare the man away.

I leaned in to her and whispered: "you are leaking."

"What do you mean?" she looked at me puzzled.

"Your inside thigh. I think doctor Williams would be able to take a certain sample from there."

Her eyes got big. "Shit, shit! I need to go to the bathroom."

"Wait! Nobody can see it yet. Since you are having so much fun, I have another proposal for you. Would you like to beat Heather in her game?"

"I am listening, but make it quick." She had squeezed her legs together, and she was moving them back and forth in an attempt hide the evidence of her arousal. Based on her body language it was just raising the heat.

"When you go to the bathroom, take off your bra."

"Are you nuts! I bet I could cut granite with my nips right now," she protested. But I noticed she didn't say no, and she was breathing even heavier.

"So what? Mary's nubs have been the center of attention for two days, and are you just going to let Heather steal all your customers?"

"Fuck!" She glanced at Heather, then spun around and headed toward the ladies room.

I had time to deal with just one more customer, and then a noticeable drop in volume fell in the hall. I scanned the crowd, and quickly found the reason. Samantha was walking briskly, and every time the heel of her shoe hit the floor, her breasts bounced freely inside her silk blouse. Her nipples were tenting the front in an obscene way. Her face was bright red, but she had a determined expression. I heard whispers: "Holy Shit! Look at that! She has some nerve!"

Sam threw her purse on a chair, and turned around to face the crowd. "Alright, a couple more hours to dinner. Who's next?"

That broke the spell, and conversations resumed around us. At first it seemed like people were too intimidated to approach her, but then the damn broke, and it seemed like a wave of people were approaching our booth. We were incredibly busy for the next half an hour, until folks dragged themselves to their afternoon sessions. Heather's eyes threw daggers at Samantha.

"I can't believe I did that," Samantha confided in me.

"But you did, and look at the results. Maybe you should strip naked next?"

"Har har! I don't intend to get thrown in jail."

"But on a more serious note, you are doing great. And the sky didn't fall. Everything is still cool."

Samantha looked thoughtful for a moment. "Yeah, that is the weird thing. I feel like my whole life has changed. And yet, it is like almost nothing is different."

"I can see two things that are very different."

"Stop joking around. I really feel like something profound has changed. Like I was born again, or something."

I looked at her. She was still very aroused. But she seemed calmer, somehow. Like she was more in control of not just herself, but her immediate surroundings. She looked more confident, and mature. And she radiated sex appeal. I could feel myself starting to get hard.

"Let's sit down for a moment." I tried to gather my thoughts a bit. "I guess you grew up a bit, and learned and accepted something significant about yourself suddenly. Some people go through traumatic experiences, and emerge a changed person on the other side. And I guess this could count as traumatic in a sense. I can see something different in you. I don't know if it is just because you said so, but I feel like you project a sort of an aura of confidence. And I bet that if you entered the sexiest woman of the year competition right now, you would win hands down."

Samantha was mulling over my words. "You know, I feel like I should feel so nervous and self conscious that I would be projectile vomiting about now. I mean I am still nervous. And self conscious. But the feelings aren't controlling me. I feel... good?" she said in wonder.

"I am happy for you. And I am happy to continue this conversion with you later, but it looks like we need to get back to work." I offered her my hand, and pulled her up.

The next couple of hours passed in a blur. When the afternoon sessions ended, there was like an avalanche of people descended on our end of the hall. I couldn't keep track of how we stacked against our neighbors, but I would guess at least as good if not better.

—

We were browsing the clothes section in the hotel store.

"I am sorry I spoiled your evening plans with Mary, but I don't want to be alone in this hotel."

"Yeah, don't worry. Besides, we still need a plan to bring our room rate down. Hopefully Rachel has some good news. But what about the clothes, see anything you like?"

"Yes, although some are a bit scary. I like this skirt with a slit similar to what Mary was wearing. And I loved her shirt, so if you can find something like that I'll take it. And I think I should grab a dress just in case, and shoes to go with those. What do you think?"

"Seems good to me. I really like the blouse you are wearing, so get something new in silk as well. I was actually surprised how reasonable the prices are. I don't recognize any of the brands, so maybe that is why."

We collected a pile of clothes in few different sizes and colors, and made our way toward the changing booth.

"Wait here, I want a man's opinion on these."

I thought I would get bored, but Sam made it interesting. She changed quickly, and after a while stopped bothering with the privacy curtain.

"You've seen everything anyway."

It didn't make it any less titillating to me. Her sex was glistening, and her nipples seemed to be permanently hard. Her butt plug winked at me whenever she turned around. I had to adjust my pants on several occasions.

"I like this dress, but it does not seem to fit me well. What a pity."

"Maybe they can alter it. Let me go ask."

I found the sales person hanging tube dresses. "My friend found a dress she likes, but it doesn't quite fit right. Do you offer alterations?" I asked.

She turned around. She was wearing a minidress, with the top consisting of loose shell strings, which left her small breasts nearly completely exposed. She had barbells through her nipples, and a name tag was hanging from her left nipple. It said "Laura" in cursive.

"Of course! Let me grab a notepad and a measuring tape, and I'll come along," Laura replied.

Laura quickly measured how the dress settled on Samantha. "Please remove the dress, I need to measure you as well."

Samantha hesitated only briefly and then rolling her eyes at me removed the dress. Laura measured the now naked Samantha for the areas that the dress would cover. As she saw Samantha's backside, she cooed "ooh, lucky you!" "All done," and she patted Samantha on the bum. "I can have these delivered to your room by tomorrow morning, so you are free to enjoy your evening."

—

We saw Rachel engaged with some customers at reception, and had to wait a couple of minutes.

"Good news folks! I talked with my manager, and she agreed to help you. For today, we have a crew installing the last fitness machine, and they will need to calibrate it for a woman. They should be giving me a call in thirty minutes to an hour. We can give you a $200 discount for it. Can you help?"

I looked at Samantha and she nodded. "Sounds good. But Rachel, don't you have any bigger discounts available? That is still not going to bring us under $500 even for today."

"I am sorry, we are still working on the details. For your fifth night we have an exhibit coming up, and my manager has approved that for $700 dollars, and if you agree to streaming, that will be an additional $300 off. We want to start a tradition for your sixth night that would give $500 plus $300 for streaming. You'll be happy to know you can both participate in those. I am still working on ideas for tomorrow and for your seventh night."

"That sounds better. Thank you Rachel. I think we should grab a light dinner before heading to the gym."

—

Samantha and I had changed into t-shirts, shorts and sneakers. Rachel had called, and told us to meet a man called Takeshi in the gym. We walked around the pool complex, which houses an olympic length swimming pool albeit half the width, a jacuzzi, and a four foot deep relaxation pool with several water features, and a water slide. Next to the outdoor showers was also an area that looked more like children's water park with a collection of water guns, buckets, and hoses. There was a bar on the opposite side, and a door leading to saunas in the gym building.

In the gym there was one couple running in a corner. He was running in shorts and sneakers. She was wearing sneakers and sports bra, but her shorts were on the floor. They were both dripping sweat, so it was obvious they had been going for a while. Just as we entered, their machines tilted up so that it was more work to keep up. He managed easily, but she couldn't quite keep up with the pace. She was rewarded with three rapid splats from the machine to her red bottom. He laughed at her predicament, but she recovered quickly and avoided further spankings. After a minute the machines slowed to a walk and they started their cool down.

Samantha and I looked at each other.

"I should have guessed. I wonder what that 'calibration' entails," Samantha said nervously.

The gym attendant was a ripped man dressed in sneakers and spandex shorts that displayed every contour of his family jewels. There was also a group of three Japanese men around a rowing machine, with tools and tablet computers spread around. They were wearing business suits, sans jackets.

"I think they need your help," as we walked next to them.

"Takeshi?" Samantha asked and looked at each of the men.

"I am Takeshi," the shortest of the men answered, and bowed slightly.

"Hi, my name is Samantha. Rachel from the reception told me that you needed my help?"

"Yes, thank you. Please strip. Leave shoes. We ready."

"What? Why would I take my clothes off for you?" Samantha was incredulous.

"See row machine? It has special attachments. Clothes in the way. Strip, please."

We looked at the contraption the men had installed, and were ready to calibrate. It looked like a regular rowing machine, but in the seat there was a small butt plug, and resting on the floor was a dildo with a long shaft connected to a box at the other end. There was also box in front of the handlebars with two hoses and two wires coming out, and the handlebars each had several buttons. On top of the box was a red button with the word "STOP", a green button labeled "Start".

I couldn't help but laugh. "Come on Samantha. You said it yourself. You can help these gentlemen. I will be running over here to make sure they won't do anything inappropriate."

She sighed, but started pulling off her t-shirt. By the time I had selected my program and started running, she was naked.

Takeshi pointed at the butt plug. "This goes butt. Already lubed."

Samantha stepped into position, and slowly sat down. A couple of days earlier she would have run screaming, but that small butt plug was now a non-issue. Takeshi spoke Japanese to another man who was holding a tablet, and the man started tapping on the screen.

"Sit. Calibrate now. Let me know when too big."

"Oh, I didn't realize it could grow bigger. I feel it is getting thicker and longer." Samantha's eyes grew bigger at the same rate as the attachment in her ass. "Ow, ow, too big!"

Takeshi again spoke quick Japanese, and the man tapped something on the screen. Samantha relaxed. "Next verify motion. First up down?" Samantha nodded. Again some Japanese, then: "now this?" and Takeshi rotated his index finger in a cone-like motion. Again Samantha nodded, not trusting herself to speak. "Vibrate?" It was obvious something was vibrating, because a strong thrumming sound could be heard in the whole room.

"Ah! Yes!" Samantha yelled.

The motor died down. Takeshi and the third man crawled in between Samantha's legs, and started adjusting the dildo. Samantha's whole upper body flushed red from embarrassment. She looked my way, and I smiled and gave her the thumbs up sign.

Takeshi stood up again. "Grab handles. Push forward. Knees up."

Samantha was now in the rowing position where you are just about to start a new pull, with her knees bent and upper body down between her knees. The third man had a good view of her sex.

"Lube," Takeshi said, and squirted generously on the dildo and on Samantha's pussy. Then some more Japanese, and they pushed the dildo all the way in. "Say when too deep."

"Ooof, stop, no more," Samantha pleaded.

The man between Samantha's legs adjusted some fastenings, and the one with the tablet tapped in more instructions.

"Pull slow. Legs straight. Lean back," Takeshi instructed.

I could see that while Samantha's seat moved a lot, the dildo in her pussy moved out much slower, so that when her legs were fully straight, the head of the dildo was still barely buried in her snatch. That was some precision engineering.

"Row slow one minute," Takeshi instructed, and Sam started a slow workout.

"Stop. Nipple attachments next."

Takeshi pulled out the leftmost hose from the box. He screwed in a suction cup. He placed the suction cup over Samantha's left nipple, and tapped on his tablet. The cup started sucking on her nipple rhythmically. By now her nipples were hard, and she was starting to breath heavier. The other man pulled out the far right electrical cable, and screwed in a pressure clip attachment. He then brought the clip over Samantha's nipple and let go. Sam hissed, but didn't seem to be in too much distress. The man tapped some buttons on his tablet, and Samantha jerked, as her breast seemingly jumped on its own.