This episode was originally posted by Xyzzy in 2012. I will remove if the original author requests its removal.
There was no turning back now even if he'd wanted. Head up and shoulders back, Mark marched stoically next to Malena through the hotel foyer in front of the hulking guard, at least that was how he thought of it.
The patrons nearby saw completely different things. The women in the area glanced over and mentally sneered expressionlessly at the two wanton bitches that were threats to their relations. The mere presence of those two for a few seconds would mean altering their plans and 'putting out'. Instead of a relaxed evening, they would be having sweaty sex and indulging their partners kinkier desires. The men in the area stared unabashedly at two of the hottest women they had ever seen. It was all they could do to keep from drooling as they watched the scantily clad desserts demanding to be eaten teeter, jiggle, bounce, and sway their way toward the elevators in an overwhelming hormonal assault.
Despite the circumstances, Mark couldn't help but be impressed by the penthouse suite. Once inside the main entry, there wasn't the slightest hint that this was a hotel. It could just as readily have been an estate home of the extremely wealthy anywhere in the world. A quick squeeze of his hand brought his attention back to Malena who gave him a forced half smile and a quick hug before slowly walking through a side door into the other bedroom she'd told him about. Even though he'd been told to expect it, Mark silently gulped with one hand to his chest in an unconsciously classic feminine gesture of nervousness as he watched the chauffeur/guard walk over and slide the lock on the door Malena had just entered.
"Make yourself at home", the chauffeur/guard said as he left through the main door.
After standing in stunned silence for a minute, Mark walked over and tried the main door. Locked! "Make myself at home indeed. My home doesn't lock people inside. Ok, get a grip. Review your assets", Mark told himself in an attempt to take control of the situation. Unfortunately this didn't have the calming effect he'd planned. Barely stifling a maniacal giggle, Mark mentally ticked off his assets: "fabulous tits, full luscious lips, perfect creamy skin, full round ass asset, fuck-me stilettos, topped by gorgeous legs, that led up to just plain fuck-me. Oh, and a magic medallion to take the shit down!"
"Ah, lovely Sally. I'm so glad you could accept my invitation."
Startled, Mark turned to see Roberto dominating the center of the room, wearing tight black leather pants that were just barely clinging to his hips and a white silk shirt with ruffles. The shirt was unbuttoned, exposing Roberto's sculpted abs and thin curly chest hair that formed a visual arrow for the eye to guide it downward past his belly button only to be interrupted and teased at the promise the pants concealed.
Roberto smiled as he watched Sally gulp and flush with excitement.
'God damned! Get a grip', Mark screamed silently to himself as he began breathing faster. 'You're a guy and you're not attracted to other guys', he chastised himself as he flushed and noticed the warm wetness and distinct musk his body was producing in betrayal.
"Perhaps a drink," Roberto said, breaking Sally's mesmerized gaze and stepping to the bar.
Mark smiled up in relief when Roberto merely handed him a drink. Intending to nurse the drink as he stalled for time, Mark instead practically gulped the drink down.
"Would you like another", Roberto said as he stepped close and gently enclosed what he believed was Sally's hand holding the empty glass.
Mark felt the sudden warmth of the drink he'd downed too fast as Roberto engulfed his small hand holding the glass with his much larger one. Mark craned his head upward to look Roberto in the eyes. Momentarily dizzy at how much he had to look up due to Roberto's closeness, Mark placed his other hand on Roberto's bare chest for balance. A faint voice somewhere far away inside Mark's head was keening 'stupid stupid stupid ..." but had no effect on Mark as he opened his mouth in a surprised "Oh" as Roberto cupped the back of Mark's neck in support while he watched Roberto's face descend in tantalizingly slow motion to take the kiss Mark had been unsuccessful in avoiding and his body desperately wanted.
