In the Bell Closet

This work of fiction was inspired by The Hook, my very favorite bellman-who-is-also-a-writer 😉

It had been a long Saturday night, as Holiday weekends usually are. I will never understand why perfectly “normal” people choose to get so fucked up drunk that they feel the need to take a shit in the corner of the lobby or vomit in the hallway on the way to their room. As Manager on Duty most weekend nights, I had the wonderful opportunity of dealing with most of these shitfaced scoundrels and this night was no different than the others.

It was already 3 AM and, before I had to start doing the Night Audit paperwork, I wanted to duck away someplace quiet and take a couple tokes off my pipe so I could relax for a few minutes. Only one other person knew where I had gone — Matt, the valet — and it wasn’t because I told him. He watched me sneak into the back entrance to the bellman’s closet from his perch at the valet desk. Before I closed the door behind me, I turned and shot him a quick look that begged, “Please don’t tell anyone”. He answered with an almost imperceptible nod.

For a second, I hoped that he would come and “hide” with me. We were friends. Kind of. For the past year I had been buying my weed from him and sometimes hanging out at his apartment after work. One morning a few weeks ago, I stopped by his place to pick up some smoke and he was still in bed, quite naked and barely covered. When he leaned over to his side table to take out my baggie, he teased me with a glimpse of his tight ass and I had to fight the urge not to smack it. I still kind of wish I had…

I made my way around the few awkwardly placed pieces of luggage until I reached the back of the room where there was an air vent I could easily get to. I sat down in the strategically-placed chair that the bellmen use for the very same reason I was, took out my pipe, lit it and inhaled the sweet taste of nirvana. I sat there with my eyes closed, holding in my hit, relishing the taste, listening to the night-time hotel noises. Underneath the bell closet was the boiler room, and every few seconds I could hear the valves release pressure with a low sigh. There had also been a party in the ballroom next door and I could hear the Convention Staff tearing down tables and returning them to storage.

“BOO!”

I was so scared that I practically fell off the chair! Matt was standing in front of me, laughing his ass off, shaking his head and slapping his knee. “I wish I could go back and do that again! I want to get a picture of that face!”

“Oh! My! God! Matt, I almost wet my pants! You’re a total dork! I almost dropped my pipe, dude!”

“Aw come on, Lorie! You know I was just playing. Hand me that pipe and let me show you how it’s really done!”

If there was a pot-smoking contest, Matt would be the hands-down winner! He could roll a perfect joint in 90 seconds and then he could smoke that entire fucking joint, all by himself, in one fucking breath! He had truly impressive smoking skills. That’s not really a goal of mine or anything, he was just that damn good.

“Matt, that’s all I brought with me tonight and I was kind of hoping to have enough to get myself high before I have to go back to work in 20 minutes. I’m on my lunch break.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie-pie. When I am done smoking your kind, sweet bud, I will just fill you all back up again.” He stepped in a little closer and then winked at me.

I am quite the flirt and I had been hinting for weeks (maybe even months) that I wanted to get in his pants. So I responded in kind by stepping my own body in closer. I cleared my throat and asked “Ummmm. Is that code?”

He took a long drag from my pipe and, as he was exhaling, blew smoke rings into my face. They were so perfectly shaped! Each one was big enough to encircle my entire head and then float all the way around me. I was hypnotized by them. He took another drag and exhaled into my face again. I was in such a trance that I didn’t even notice he had moved another step towards me.

My eyes re-focused after the smoke cleared, and his green, blazing eyes were burning straight into mine. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Lorie? How long I have been waiting for this chance… I don’t know why you didn’t just jump on me that morning you came over and I was still in bed.”

I blushed and tried to lower my eyes from his, but they held mine as if they were magnets. Strong magnets, pulling me in with nature’s full force. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter as he leaned in towards me; I was sure he could feel their fire. His hands cradled those fiery cheeks as he pulled my lips in to meet his. The sweet taste of his mouth was mesmerizing, the smell of weed surrounding us was intoxicating…

My hands were immediately in his hair. His short, luscious curls tangling through my fingers. My mouth savoring his, hoping for a longer moment. I was so distracted (and high) that I didn’t realize Matt had already untucked my uniform shirt until I felt his fingers slowly and softly tracing up my spine, probably trying to find my bra strap. He found it and, in less than a second, POP, it was completely unhooked! Impressive, but I should have suspected as much. I let out a protesting sigh when he pulled his lips away from mine and traced then down the right side of my neck. At the crook of my shoulder-blade he paused for a moment to inhale my scent. “Mmm…. I love the way you smell”.

His kisses moved across my clavicles to my opposite shoulder-blade where he inhaled me again. As he exhaled, he whispered, “I want to unbutton your blouse so I can taste those awesome breasts of yours. Will you let me do that?”

Oh.                    My.                   God.

I was in heaven!

But, I was also at work. How could this be happening to me right here? Right now? Why didn’t he just ask me if I would come over to his place after work in the morning? My thoughts answered him for me before I had time to stop them. I heard myself say, “Yes” in a sultry, silky voice.

He kissed me again and turned us around so he could sit down in the chair. “Come here,” he beckoned, “sit across my lap. I want to feel you grinding on me as I undress you.”

I anxiously looked around, not sure what I would see but nervous anyway. When I turned back around to face him, I could see the look of wanton desire in his eyes; it was so heavy I could feel the electrical pull. I was frozen before him, like a deer stuck in headlights. He leaned forward so he could grab the waistline of my pants and pull me into him. When he released his grip on my pants, his hands traced delicately around my waist to rest on my hips. I shivered and felt goosebumps raising all the tiny hairs on my body. My legs were straddled on each side of his and I sat down on his lap. Underneath me I could feel his erection poking at me through both our uniforms.

His hands were in my hair now, pulling me towards him for another kiss. He probed my mouth with his lips and tongue and moved his hands down to the top of my blouse to begin unraveling unbuttoning me. His lips were on my neck and his breath felt so steamy on my skin. “Oh, I like goosebumps,” he said, “I wish I had time right now to kiss every single one of them away.” He cradled my breasts in his hands as he raised one nipple to his mouth to tease with his tongue while his thumb brushed back and forth across the other.

My back arched as he suckled and hummed against me. “Mmmmmmmm,” the vibrations from his baritone voice rumbled through me. I could feel a fresh wetness between my legs and adjusted my hips to lay more squarely on his. He switched breasts and resumed his humming and thrumming. For a moment, he gazed up at me, eyes glassy with pleasure. I ground my pussy further down onto his stiff, but still completely clothed, cock.

He whispered my name as he broke away from the nipple he was tending to, his masculine hands grabbing onto my hips again to pull and grind me deeper onto him. My arms were tightly wrapped around him as he guided my hips back and forth against his. Both of us were breathing heavily and I felt like I could explode any second. He must have sensed how close I was because he stopped everything we were doing and looked up at my flushed face.

“I think this is something we should continue when we have more time. Why don’t you come over to my house when we’re off work later and we do this thing the right way?”

I kissed him again and replied, “Now that you got me all worked up, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to make it that long. I surely won’t be able to concentrate on getting any work done!”

“Oh, you can. There’s only a couple of hours left and everyone is finally passed out in their rooms. You can do the Night Audit in your sleep, Lorie.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I winked at him as I stood up from his lap to straighten my pants, fasten in “the girls” and re-button my blouse.  He rose from the chair and adjusted himself, too. As he was standing there, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants and tried to fight the urge to grab that bulge, but I couldn’t resist. I seized his cock in my hand and squeezed confidently, “I would love to come over to your house after work to finish whatever this is, Matt.”

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