Page 60 of Sweeter than Honey

“Good evening, Lily,” she says, with a nod. Now her greetings have a playful lilt, her tongue dancing over the words.

“Good evening, Renata,” I reply. “I’ve got some good news. The jacuzzi is finished. The one that the rock star requested.”

It’s not uncommon, in luxury hotels like ours, for regular guests to make special requests for rooms that they inhabit often. One of our regular guests, referred to secretly as ‘the rock star’ by all of the staff in order to protect her identity, recently asked for a luxury jacuzzi, to unwind when she comes here on tour.

“Excellent,” Renata replies.

“Oh, and your first meeting canceled,” I tell her, scanning her calendar quickly. “The new flower vendor. She said it was a dahlia emergency.”

Renata pulls out her phone. “Well, I wouldn’t want to waste the time. Lily, perhaps we should go and inspect the new jacuzzi in the rock star suite.”

I give her a puzzled look. “Inspectit? Well, I’m sure the project manager will…”

Then she looks up from her phone, and gives me a mischievous wink.

“Oh!” a thrilling tingle of anticipation goes up my spine. “Yes, yes I think we should probably go inspect it. Ensure that it’s…been properly installed.”

“Wonderful. We’ll go up immediately.”

The rock star’s suite (as we call it) takes up an entire floor of the hotel. At over two thousand square feet, it’s one of our most expensive suites,and it includes a full office, living room, kitchen, and game room. Even though it comes with a full en-suite bathroom, the jacuzzi was built directly into the bedroom, so you only need to step down into it. It’s enormous, the size of a small swimming pool. But it fills up quickly, the hot water warming the air in the primary bedroom.

I take in the beautiful view from the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. We’ve left the lights off, to be able to see the city down below. It’s more expansive than my own view, since we’re much higher up. You can see the whole city from here. The shining silver buildings stretch out in the horizon, punctuated by the rich green rectangle of Serenity Park in the heart of the city.

Renata steps behind me, her hands finding my waist.

“It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?” she bends her head to whisper in my ear.

“It is.” I take a moment to breathe it all in, enjoying the soft touch of her lips as they graze my neck and cheek.

“Beautiful, but there’s another view I’d like to see,” she says smoothly, taking my hands and spinning me around to face her.

I giggle giddily, unable to contain my excitement. I expect her to start removing my clothes, but instead, she takes a step back, and sits on a velvet armchair that’s set up beside the bed. She perches there like a queen on a throne.

“Take off your dress.”

Her commanding tone sets my heart aflutter. With trembling fingers, I undo the buttons of my oxford shirt and quickly shrug it off. Then I unzip my skirt, pulling it off and stepping out of it. Now I’m wearing only my lace push up bra and matching panties, and my white heels.

She surveys me keenly, her eyes sharp.

“Turn around,” she says, her voice rich like an aged wine. “Slowly.”

I spin for her. She leans forward on the armchair.

“Now the bra.”

Willingly, I oblige, unclasping the front so my breasts spill out. They’ve always been large, and I was very self-conscious of them when I was younger. But the way her eyes widen just slightly when she sees them tells me that she’s not disappointed. My nipples are fully erect. There’s no hiding my desire under her watchful gaze.

“Your heels last.”

I wiggle out of my panties, and then step out of my heels. Now I’m completely naked, and the jacuzzi is full. The water is still and clear.

“Should I turn on the jet?” I ask, eager to get into the water.

“Not yet,” she says. She leans back into the armchair as though she’s getting comfortable. Is she not coming in with me? “Why don’t you get into the water.”

It’s not a question. Enjoying the satisfaction of obeying her wish, I step into the jacuzzi. The water is very hot, and it takes me a moment to adjust. I sigh pleasurably. My muscles release all their stress as I descend into the water’s warm embrace.

Renata’s eyes gleam from the armchair as she watches me. I turn and give her a smile, and a little wiggle.