Michèle had her coat and hat on and was just about to leave when the phone rang.

“I know you are just about to leave, Michèle, but could you go and help the guy in room 1243 who is having problems with the wireless internet.”

“But my knowledge is pretty limited if it isn’t something basic.”

“It’s just some dumb American who probably can’t find the on-button for his computer. And if you can’t fix it the technicians should be finished setting up the seminars tomorrow by then and they can go and help.”

“OK,” Michèle agreed reluctantly.

Michèle worked in guest relations in an upmarket hotel in Montreal. Or Montréal as she would spell it since she was actually a Francophone although she spoke perfect English, albeit with a mild French accent that Americans found cute.

She took the elevator and soon was knocking on the door to room 1243. It was opened by a trim man who was slightly shorter than her in her heels, wearing a suit and tie.

“Dr Wilkinson, I’m Michèle Laurent. I’m here to help with the internet,” she said.

“Is it that cold in the elevator?” the man asked, looking at her hat and coat.

Michèle laughed. “No, I was just about to go home when I was asked to come and help you get sorted out.”

“Oh, well thanks for postponing your departure. It wasn’t that urgent.”

“Our guests’ satisfaction is important to us.”

“Anyway, why don’t you take your coat off, you look a bit uncomfortable dressed like that.”

Michèle unbuttoned her coat and laid it on the bed. He looked at her. Now that she had her coat off, he could see that she had large breasts. Very large, although they didn’t seem so because she was so tall, but they swelled attractively under her white blouse. Her legs were long, and looked longer still due to her high heels. She was wearing elegant black pants that showed off the attractive curve of her bottom.

She moved over to where a laptop computer was on the desk. She picked up the wireless internet connection instruction card and turned it to the French side.

“Did you follow all these steps?” she asked.

“I believe so,” said Kirk. “Although I’m not very good following instructions since I tend to assume I know everything.”

“I’m not good at following instructions either,” said Michèle. She read the few simple steps needed to connect and checked that the computer looked as if they had been performed correctly. Then she saw a problem.

“You haven’t put the SSID in for the hotel network.”

“Let me see.” Kirk took the card from her. Then he turned it over. “Ah, the French side has a step that is missed out on the English side. Look, there is no step 4 on the English side.”

Kirk performed the omitted step and almost immediately was rewarded with a beep as his computer successfully connected.

“It’s working,” he said. “It looks to me like a separatist plot to make us native English speakers look stupid. It reminds me of the Monty Python sketch where everything in the phrasebook is wrongly translated.”

“I assure you it wasn’t deliberate.” Michèle was already thinking about how to get the cards reprinted correctly and updated in all the rooms.

“Well, thank you very much. Can I buy you a drink as a thank you?”

“I’m afraid we’re not allowed to socialize with the guests in the hotel.”

“You don’t seem like the sort of person who would worry about following an instruction like that. You already told me you are not very good at following instructions.”

“I have to set an example.”

“So it seems that you are a good instruction follower after all. I bet that your fantasies are like that. You spend all day fussing over guests, giving orders to the staff to keep the hotel running, and then when you get home you fantasize about being ordered to do things that you are reluctant to.”

Michèle blushed. How had this stranger guessed about some of her sexual fantasies? Kirk noticed her red face.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I can see I have embarrassed you.”

“No, it’s OK. And you are right, for what it is worth.” Michèle never was one to hide her sexuality behind a false veil of modesty.

“So how about having dinner with me in a restaurant that is not in the hotel?”

“I don’t think I should.”

“I’ll make a deal. I bet you something and if I win, you have dinner with me tonight and if I lose then I pay for you to have dinner with a friend of your choice whenever you want.”

“So what’s the bet?”

“Hmm. What should it be? Something to do with fantasies I think. Maybe your exact bra size. No, I know. I bet I can guess the type of knickers you are wearing.”

Michèle thought for a moment. She was wearing a green thong so it seemed a safe enough bet to her. She would most likely win a free dinner for her and a friend.

“OK,” she agreed.

Kirk put his fingers on his temples as if trying to absorb some sort of rays from Michèle’s knickers.

“Light blue silk thong,” guessed Kirk.

“Wrong,” said Michèle, relieved. “But you were close.”

“You have to prove that I lost. I can’t just take your word for what you are wearing, it is obviously in your interest to tell me I was wrong.”

Michèle realized that Kirk had tricked her. He now had her on the defensive.

Kirk spoke again. “Take down your trousers and show me your knickers.”

Michèle stood there immobile.

“Come on. This is one of your fantasies come to life. A stranger is ordering you to do something a little bit beyond what you are comfortable with, something you’ve never done before. A battle of wills that you know you want to lose.”

Michèle realized that Kirk was right. She felt a twinge of excitement flutter between her thighs. She reached to her waist and slowly undid the button, unzipped her trousers and lowered them. She felt Kirk’s eyes where the secret furrow of her sex was hidden by her thong.

“That’s almost blue,” said Kirk when he saw Michèle’s turquoise thong.

“No it’s green,” she protested.

“Well, blue/green at the best. Is it silk?”

Kirk reached out and slipped his fingers just inside the waistband of Michèle’s thong and rubbed the material between his fingers and thumbs. She could feel the back of his fingers against her pubic hair. The back-and-forth movement of the material tugged gently on Vicki’s cunt lips, sending little tremors of excitement through her. She could feel her moisture starting to seep out and soak into her thong.

“It certainly feels like silk,” Kirk declared. “I think I win. I got the silk right. I got the thong right. I got the color close.”

“But is it close enough?” said Michèle flirtatiously, half wanting Kirk to remove his hand, and half wanting him to slide it down lower, to relieve the desire building there.

“This is silly. I have my hand in your panties and you are debating about whether I’m going to buy you dinner. Usually it is the other way round. You’ve been bought dinner and are debating about whether to let a hand in your panties.”

“OK,” said Michèle pulling up her trousers. “I’ll have dinner with you. You certainly seem more interesting than most of our guests. You must have broken my world record for time between meeting you and having your fingers in my pants.”

“Shall I call and make a reservation?”

“You won’t be able to get in. I’ll do it.”

“Ah, the secret code-word that reveals one hotel insider to another.”

“Exactly.” Michèle picked up the phone and efficiently explained who she was and that she needed a table for two at short notice. The restaurant muttered a bit about reorganizing things but agreed on a reservation in half-an-hour’s time. “Done Dr Wilkinson,” said Michèle. “Let’s go and have a glass of wine in the restaurant bar while we wait for our table.”

“Sounds an excellent idea to me. And you can’t call me Dr Wilkinson all evening. My name is Kirk.”

Michèle put on her coat. Kirk got his out of the closet. Michèle was on the point of saying something when Kirk spoke.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go ahead of you. That way you don’t have to blacken your reputation by being seen in the lobby with a mere guest. I’d have guessed 36C by the way.”

“Well, you’d have been wrong. 34D. And no, I’m not going to take my blouse off so that you can look at the label.”

Kirk left the room. Ten minutes later Michèle arrived in the bar of the restaurant. Kirk was looking over the winelist as she slid onto the stool beside him.

“How about a white wine?” Kirk asked her.

“Sounds great.”

The waitress approached.

“Est-ce que vous avez choisi?” she asked.

“Oui, on va prendre le Saint Veran. J’ai envie de boire un chardonnay, mais pas Californien,” Kirk replied.

Michèle looked at him slightly stunned.

“You speak French?”

“Oui. I lived there for years. But if it is OK I prefer to speak English with you tonight. I’m too tired to speak good French.”

Soon they were shown to their table. They talked about all sorts of things. Life in the hotel business. Living in Canada. Their upbringing. Michèle discovered Kirk had just got divorced, and let Kirk discover that she had no current lover. The waiter brought their coffees.

“Was it very exciting when I made you take down your trousers?”

“Incredibly. I was so, well…wet. I’ve never done anything like that with a total stranger. It might seem less extreme now since I know you a bit better.”

“So do you often fantasize about being in sexual situations where you are not in control?”

“Mmm. I think it is because I am so in control in other areas of my life, in my job and so on. People look up to me. Boyfriends and lovers always look up to me. So for fantasy I like to be dominated. I’m not sure if I’m really capable of doing it, so this evening was an interesting experiment.”

“The evening is not over. Tell me about your masturbation habits.”

“Here? In the restaurant?”

“Absolutely. How often do you masturbate?”

“Every night. And often in the morning. And when I’m not working sometimes during the day too. It’s a rare day when I don’t have an orgasm.”

“So how do you go about it? Do you use a vibrator?”

“Sometimes I use a vibrator towards the end. Usually I start by stroking my nipples. I’ve got very sensitive nipples. Occasionally I can come just from stroking my nipples. Then I like to cup my cunt. I’ve got quite fleshy lips.”

“I noticed the obvious bulge of your sex covered by blue silk.”

“Green silk, remember. Anyway, I like to sort of squeeze and release my cunt, letting the excitement start to build. By now I am getting wet so I slip a finger between my lips. I love the slippery feeling as I spread my juices around. Eventually I let my fingers penetrate deeper into my cleft so that I am stroking my inner lips which are very sensitive. Finally I get to my clit. Often I am so excited by this stage that I come immediately I touch my clit. After my first orgasm I keep going. Perhaps I will start to stroke my asshole or start to slip a couple of fingers into my vagina. I’ll keep doing that while I have a few more orgasms. Sometimes I finish off with my vibrator for a last mind-blowing orgasm. The vibrator is so intense, especially on my clit.”

“Je voudrais la note,” Kirk said to the waiter as he passed by.

Kirk turned back to Michèle. “How do you get home?”

“Metro. It takes about half an hour.”

“I’ll walk you to the station.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Don’t want to be seen with a guest, huh?”

“No, it’s not that at all. I’ll let you walk me to prove that I’m not ashamed of you. It’s been a much more interesting evening than I expected when I first put on my coat to leave.”

Kirk handed over his credit card and a few minutes later the meal was all paid for. They left and walked down towards the Metro station. Michèle turned to face Kirk.

“Thank you for a lovely evening,” she said.

Kirk bent forward and kissed Michèle chastely on the cheek.

“And thank you. The guest services in this hotel are definitely exceptional.”

Michèle turned and went into the station. Soon she was at the top of the stairs to her apartment. She closed the door behind her and slipped off her clothes. In no time she was standing in just her turquoise thong. She slipped that over her hips and stepped out of it completely naked. She had an itch between her legs that just had to be scratched immediately. She sat down in her living room. Her nipples were hard like small pebbles as she rolled them between finger and thumb, feeling the twinges of excitement they provoked in her cunt. She ran her fingers through her sparse reddish pubic hair, cupping the pouch of her cunt in the palm of one hand. She squeezed her cunt lips together, feeling the indirect pressure on her inner lips and her clit. She started to fantasize about Kirk making her take down her trousers. But this time he went further, demanding that she next unbutton her blouse and take off her bra. She stood there in front of him in just her thong and her stockings. He reached out and caressed her breasts. Michèle started to slip a finger between her lips as she fantasized. Kirk ordered her to take off her thong and then move her feet apart. As Michèle’s finger delved deeper into the slit of her femininity, she imagined Kirk crouching in front of her gently licking her lips. As her finger reached her clit for the first time she imagined Kirk opening up her cunt lips and delicately touching her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her orgasm burst up on her. She slipped a couple of fingers into her wet cunt as she imagined Kirk sliding his fingers up between her parted legs, pushing into her opening as his tongue lashed her clit. Orgasms started to follow each other in quick succession but somehow they bought no relief. Michèle was as aroused as ever. She continued to fuck herself with several fingers as her finger rolled in small circles on her clit, generating waves of excitement that coursed from toes to scalp to fingertips.

She reached over and picked up the phone. She started to dial, before changing her mind and putting the receiver down again.

She went into her bedroom, picked her vibrator out of the drawer beside her bed and lay down. Turning the switch the vibrator started to buzz. She pushed it roughly into her eagerly waiting cunt. The small rabbit on it slipped between her inner lips onto her clit, generating an instant orgasm. She imagined Kirk’s body bent over her, his cock sliding in and out of her as she slid the vibrator in and out. She could feel her face flushed red from all the orgasms. She moved the rabbit onto her clit again for a last ground-moving orgasm. Michèle felt her orgasm continuing to build as the rabbit ears deliriously tickled her. The tension in her body built up to an unbelievable level before she cracked like an enormous wave breaking on a rocky shore, followed by the turbulence as waves washed over in all directions.

Michèle was still not satisfied though. She walked back through to the living room, her knees a bit unsteady from the orgasmic high she had been on almost since she walked in through the door. She picked up the phone again. Aggressively, as if doing it too fast to stop herself, she dialed a number.

“Room 1243,” she said when it was answered.

“Hello, this is Kirk.”

“Are you still up?” Michèle asked.

“Of course. I went down to the bar for a nightcap and then I came back up to my room to wait for your call.”

“But I didn’t say I would call now.”

“No, I know that. But I figured half an hour for you to get home, maybe three-quarters of an hour masturbating and then you would call me. You can have anything you want but you have to come and take it. I’m expecting you.”

Michèle was about to reply when the line went dead. She walked through to her bedroom. She opened her underwear drawer and got out a clean thong, white this time. She pulled it tight, the hems cutting into the creases between the tops of her thighs and her outer lips. Back in the living room she put back on her business suit and her coat. Not long later she was back on the Metro. She entered the hotel from a staff entrance and took a service elevator to Kirk’s floor. She was neither embarrassed nor surprised when Kirk opened the door to his room completely naked. He moved over to his bed and lay down, his erect cock lying over his stomach invitingly.

Michèle didn’t even take off her clothes. Wordlessly, she leant over Kirk’s body and gently licked the length of his cock, feeling it kick back under her tongue. She wrapped her long fingers around the shaft and tickled the head with the tip of her tongue, exploring the slit in the end, running her tongue in a circular path around the rim. As she continued to explore Kirk’s cock with her tongue, she started to caress his balls with her other hand. She took Kirk’s cock into her mouth. With her hands freed up, as she licked Kirk’s cock she unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off. Gradually, as she sensed Kirk’s excitement building under her tongue, her clothes fell into a heap on the floor until she was wearing just the white thong. She slipped a hand under the hem from one side so that her fingers were well lubricated. Then, as she carried on fucking Kirk’s cock with her mouth, she started to caress the rosebud of his asshole with one finger. As she sensed Kirk getting close to coming she pushed her finger into his tight hole. She was almost immediately rewarded with Kirk’s climax. He thrust his hips towards her mouth as he shot his white seed into her throat.

Remembering Kirk’s admonition on the phone to take what she wanted, Michèle moved up the bed until she was straddling Kirk’s face. She pulled the white material of her thong to one side and lowered her cunt until it was just above Kirk’s mouth. His tongue emereged and started to lick her outer lips very gently, tasting them where they were covered with her cunt juices. She reached down and parted her outer lips with her fingers. Kirk’s tongue started to explore deeper, pushing into her cunt opening, running up and down her inner lips, barely skimming her clitoris. Michèle’s felt her excitement building up as Kirk’s tongue explored every detail of the folds of her sex. When Kirk sensed Michèle was very close, he started to lick her clit more directly and more intensely. Michèle came almost at once, thrusting her hips into Kirk’s mouth. She moved further forward, feeling Kirk’s nose as it slid between the slick lips of her sex. Kirk’s tongue started to ring her asshole, pushing gently but firmly on the centre of its target. Michèle felt her asshole start to relax, felt the tip of Kirk’s tongue start to barely penetrate her forbidden opening. Kirk reached up and started to pinch her nipples as his tongue worked its way into her asshole. Michèle had only been taken there once in her life before, but she knew she wanted the second time to be tonight. That thought was enough to make her come again, feeling her asshole grasping at the tip of Kirk’s tongue.

She looked over her shoulder. Kirk’s cock was hard again already. First, she slipped off her white thong. She slid down his body. Reaching between her legs she guided Kirk’s cock into her cunt. As her hips started to rise and fall she bent forward and kissed him. His tongue played in her mouth while his cock played in her cunt. In one sense Michèle felt in complete control; in another sense she felt that Kirk was dominating her, bringing her back halfway across town to fuck him, making her do all the work. Michèle sat up. Kirk reached under the curve of her belly and started to stroke her clitoris as she fucked him. Michèle reached behind herself and slipped a finger into her asshole, slick with Kirk’s saliva. She could feel Kirk’s cock where it slid back and forth in her next-door vagina. She pushed another finger into her ass, feeling her body relax to accommodate the intrusion. Kirk’s fingers on her clit were having their effect and a small orgasm flooded through Michèle.

Michèle lifted herself off Kirk. She turned around and straddled Kirk’s legs, her ass towards him. She bent over and offered him her dripping cunt. Kirk moved out from under her and knelt behind her. Michèle reached back and gently held Kirk’s cock. Instead of guiding it into her vagina as Kirk had expected, Michèle placed the head of his cock on the centre of the brown pucker of her asshole. Kirk pushed gently, feeling Michèle’s asshole open up to accept him. Slowly he started to fuck her ass, getting slightly deeper on each stroke until his belly was pressed against her buttocks, his balls banging on her cunt lips. Almost immediately Michèle came again, feeling her body respond to the exciting novelty of a cock in that rarely used entrance. Kirk started to fuck her vigorously, roughly thrusting deep into her ass before almost pulling out of her. Michèle pushed back hard against him, matching her thrusts to his. She could feel that Kirk was almost coming.

Just before he came, Kirk pulled out of her ass. Michèle turned around and was just in time for his come to shoot out. Some went in her mouth, some on her face, some on her breasts. She licked the end of his cock while she rubbed his cum over her breasts, enjoying the slickness of it on her nipples. Finally, Michèle realized, the desire in her body was feeling satisfied.

Kirk reached over and cuddled Michèle, pulling her against him, pressing her large breasts against his chest. They kissed. Finally she talked.

“Thank you for letting me use your body.”

“Not at all,” Kirk replied. “Your desire is my desire, your excitement is my excitement. And you were only following my orders. Tomorrow morning I’ll be gone but I’ll remember tonight forever.”

“Likewise. I can’t imagine ever having another night like this for the rest of my life.”

The two of them chatted a little bit more before they fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning, the alarm shattered the silence as the two tired lovers surfaced from deep sleep. Kirk took Michèle’s hand and guided her into the shower. He gently washed her all over, paying an unnecessarily large amount of attention to ensure her cunt was clean. Then he took one of the large bath towels and dried her. Michèle went back into the bedroom while Kirk showered. She pulled on her clothes. She needed to be downstairs soon. Kirk was soon dressed as well.

“I’m not very good at goodbyes,” he said. He leant in and kissed her. Then he reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. “If I can ever be of service, Ms Laurent, here is my contact information.”

“I shall be most displeased if you don’t stay in my hotel next time you come to Montreal. If you let me know in advance, I will get you a much better room.”

Michèle opened the door and was pleased that the corridor was empty. Unseen by any staff she slipped back downstairs.

Later that morning she happened to be behind the reception desk when Kirk checked out.

“I hope that everything has been satisfactory,” she asked.

“Definitely. The staff have done everything I asked of them.”

“Good. It was very nice having you. I hope you will come again soon.”

“With such positive memories of my stay, I’m sure it won’t be long before I come again.”

Kirk turned and left the front-door to the hotel. Michèle felt that familiar twinge in her cunt as she thought about Kirk’s next visit to Montreal.