Room Serviced (Part 1)

Carson drummed his nails against the marble counter, surveying the drab grey figures as they lingered about the hotel lobby. Clarissa peered up from her desk."I'm going to bite your fingers off. Stop that."He glared at her. "And I'll report you to HR.""Hey, I got you this job," she snapped. "Don't think I won't get you fired."He hoisted himself onto the counter and slumped, defeated."I'm sorry. I'm just bored."He tugged at his collar and felt a drop of sweat slither down his chest. When he first got his bellboy uniform at the Hotel Bravard, he thought it was cute. He looked like a sexy red velvet cupcake. He was so into his new look over the last few isvecbahis months that his Finsta was plastered with selfies, his friends commenting, ?We know, Carson. You have an ass!?It was true, and this uniform was only doing it favors.But now it was summer, and the velvet was stifling, and he wondered whether it was possible to be cooked alive by a tuxedo and bowtie.Suddenly, a cool shadow fell over him.He looked to see a bulky, broad frame in a dark blue suit moving towards the countertop. Clarissa perked up.?Mr. Armisen,? she broke into a nervous grin. ?We?ve been expecting you.?Carson?s eyes went wide as he took in this imposing figure. The isveçbahis giriş suit was square and blocky, tailored to fit his frame, but Carson suspected that the expensive cut was just one flex away from tearing. The fabric was tugging at his every inch, and Carson couldn?t help but picture it ripping at the seams.Hello, Daddy.?Here?s your room key, sir,? Clarissa said. ?Carson will help you with your things.?The suit turned to look at him--his eyes hidden behind Ray-bans, his thick lips unsmiling.Carson blinked. ?I?m Carson.?"So... Are you taking me there?"It was an earth-rumbling voice, deep and rich and rough at the edges. Carson felt isveçbahis yeni giriş it resonate across the counter, tickling his anus. He hopped down and nodded, his mouth dry."Right this way, sir."Carson took his luggage and led the guest down the hallway towards the elevators, the giant?s footsteps thundering behind him. As they shared an elevator, Carson realized his heart was racing. He glanced over at the giant. He must?ve been at least 6?4?. His hulking frame seemed to take up the whole elevator. And in the heat his scent was thick; even his expensive cologne couldn?t mask his manly musk.They arrived at the fourteenth floor and Carson led him down the hall to his suite. It was huge--a grand marble bathroom, a giant master bedroom and a private bar. The giant breezed through the door, completely unimpressed. He slipped off his suit jacket and slung it over the back of an armchair.