Chapter 6 a sweet fantasy

She felt confident in that skirt and twirling around in Infront of the mirror, she could not help but anticipate her day. Thankfully the traffic was light and as she navigated her old girl around the streets, she could not help the burst of expectation for the day. She parked her rusty old car in the parking lot, which made her stand out among the various luxury vehicles there but oh well, it did its job pretty well. Ignoring the snobby receptionist, she headed towards Allan’s office where she would be getting directions for her work.

Allan hugged her, as he sat her down on the chair. After greetings, he gave her a list of her duties and since she had never worked as a waitress, her first week would be training. Apart from getting orders from the customers, she was tasked with cleaning the utensils as well as cleaning the main hall. This was of course done with the coordination of other workers in the hotel. After work description, she handed down her details to Allan for registration and today marked her first official day.

Thereafter, she was hooked up with Theresa, a beautiful petite black girl. Theresa was a waitress, she was dressed in a tight black skirt stopping just above her knees, a white shirt beneath a pink windbreaker. Her hair was tied very simply in a ponytail, lips highlighted in a clear shade of lip-gloss. She looked clean and beautiful as well as inviting. She walked with confidence as she took her on a tour of the hotel facilities.

On the ground floor, there was the restaurant, where they cooked and served the guests. Magnificent chandeliers hang on the ceiling of the first floor, the windows draped in warm attractive colors. Apart from the general restaurant, outside there were few special rooms, created artistically to provide privacy for people on dates. There was a large conference hall just next to the restaurant and Grace could not help but be flabbergasted at how large the hotel looked.

Climbing up the stairs, they got to the first floor which had rooms with expressive doors. Clean cream paint covered the walls, the rooms separated by a corridor. These were the lowest price-range rooms in the entire hotel. She could see cleaners pushing cleaning supplies into different rooms. Walking up ahead, they got to better rooms, getting inside one she was stunned at the sheer beauty.

A large bed lay at the center of the room, covered in snow white beddings that she felt almost reluctant to lay on the bed. The spread bed looked fluffy and inviting, a duvet covering the entire bed. Four pillows lay at the head of the bed. To the left of the bed, was the washroom as well as the bathroom. She was stunned by the magnificence of the room. White tiles covered the walls of the bathroom, white flushing toilet stood at the end of the washroom. Before the toilet, there was a standard-sized bathtub, and a showerhead stood above the bathtub.

Looking at the room, she was at a loss for words. The place must cost an arm and a leg just renting for a night. Outside the bathroom, there was an inbuilt wardrobe, the windows facing the larger town. From the Virender, she could see the busy town as traffic moved slowly each to their own destination. Taking a deep breath, she followed her acquaintance right to the third floor, where there were two penthouses. They occupied the entire floor and there was a lift connecting to them.

One of them was currently being occupied and she wondered who would have so much money as to rent that room. Theresa showed her the boss’s office, and they then went down. Afterward, she was taken to the tailor for measurements to get the hotel uniform, thankfully it would be delivered the next day. That entire day was spent in the company of Theresa, whom she had come to love, as she explained various duties to her.

She had watched Theresa saunter with confidence towards three men, ask them politely what they would have, at the same maintaining an upright posture. Confidence brimming from her, they ordered for over ten things none of which she noted but rather memorized. She really was good. Looking at her, Grace felt herself wonder whether she would be able to get to such a point. As the day went on, she helped in cleaning the utensils, getting familiar with the cooks and the other workers.

Going home, she carried the food menu which offered a wide range of products to memorize. As she walked home, she felt rejuvenated, happy even, she could work with this.

Alex whistled as he walked towards the revolving doors, which ushered him to the front desk. Today the hotel right here seemed very busy, a result of a seminar being conducted within their premises. Mentally going through his schedule for today, he lamented the busy day that awaited him. He had decided to stay within the hotel penthouse since he returned as there was a lot that needed his clearance.

Deciding to take the stairs, he walked quickly until he reached the juncture where he had met Grace. Oh, sweet Grace, the name sounded like her, graceful. He remembered her curtain of hair which had looked so luscious, which took him back to the erotic dream he had had that night. She had come into his office, dressed in a white top, clinging to her breasts like a glove. She had a pleated skirt that ended way above her knees, exposing her long legs. Legs he had imagined wrapping around him. She had come into the office angry about something, but the more she talked, the more her lips pouted and just looked plain sexy. He found his hand placed beneath her head, the other holding her chin as he titled it upwards, crushing his lips into hers was the sweetest thing he had ever done.

Still stubborn about opening her lips to him, he had kissed her, first furiously, and then slowly, sensual dance of lips, seducing her lips bit by bit. This was until a moan escaped from her, he dipped his tongue into her honeypot and there and then, he nearly let go. Wedging his foot in between her thighs, just near her knob, where he knew he would be able to nudge her with every movement she or he made, he deepened his kiss.

Moving beyond the mouth, he trailed kissed beneath her ears, connecting them in a line that dove towards her cleavage. Damn, those breasts were hot, held in a hot pink bra, transparent, nipples jutting out, demanding his attention. Cussing out, Alex woke from his stupor, trying very hard to rearrange his massive erection well. The dream had seemed so vivid, that he had woken up with a boner, an angry boner, which looked swollen out of its skin.

Now he had another, swearing while he walked, he headed towards his office. Getting there, he found his secretary outside, in her cubicle, holding several files. “Good morning sir, a phone came in earlier from Emily Roberts, she demanded that you call back,” Stacy said. “You have a board meeting at 9;00 am, followed by a lunch meeting booked at miasma mall. Some files need your signature for approval sir, I have placed them in your office.” After finishing, Stacy flashed Alex a seductive wink as she stepped from her desk, dressed in what looked like a bandage.

Her breasts full almost spilling, she bent down to pick a pen that had fallen. Seeing her antics, Alex couldn’t help but scoff at how pathetic she seemed. He got into his office and locked his door. He looked at the table, now occupied by a stack of files so high he closed his eyes again, this time in frustration. Taking off his coat, he hung it by the clothes stand, loosed his tie, rolled his shirt back, and got down to work.

Halfway through his work, he phoned his secretary to bring him a cup of hot coffee. The secretary got in but he did not so much as glance at her. He had actually realized that he liked the feel of being busy. He felt satisfied and had even forgotten about Grace, who was he kidding every time he stopped, his mind would race to find her. He was totally enamored, captivated even. Now that he thought of it, he didn’t know who she was nor where she lived.