She whips out a key from somewhere. You're not really sure where though and it's not just because you're sloshed. Her uniform is skin tight and barely there -you can't see where there is room to hide the key, let alone the pocket it must have come from. As she opens the door for you, you wonder just what all her duties DO include. This thought does not linger for long though as you slip between her and the doorjam, rubbing against her wonderfully full breasts that are barely contained by the top half of her scanty uniform. You've seen Kleenex's that cover more than her outfit!
You simply can't seem to concentrate! Trying to remember how much you drank, you suddenly realize you can't even remember what your drinks were called, let alone what was in them. Must be having a harder time with the jet lag than you thought you begin to think.
Just then you realize your Bellhop is no longer holding the door open for you. She has joined you in the room.
"I'm not just your personal Bellhop, Sir. I am your personal attendant for the remainder of your stay here. Anything in my powers, I will do at your bidding. Is there anything else you need assistance with this evening, Sir?"
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