C11 'Nothing Like a Steamy Cup of Hot Tease in the Morning'

The next morning ... Presidential Suite at the Grand Pacific Hotel...

Alyana's in the bathroom showering as Joslyn sits on the sofa ... only wearing the complementary white terrycloth robe ... while on her laptop catching up on some of her work. Joslyn took her shower before Alyana because they both agreed that if they were to take a shower together, they wouldn't want to leave; and would probably end up reserving another night in the Presidential Suite.

Room Service arrives with the breakfast Joslyn had arranged for the night before, and when she opens the door the staff member is a bit surprised...

"General Manager ... what are you doing here?"

At times, Joslyn can be just as flippant and saucy as her cousin...

"Can't you see by what I'm wearing ... I'm here quality testing the robes the hotel is providing to our VIP guests." Then a small grin appears on her mouth, and goads, "What, I can't be here ... like you said, I am the General Manager."

A little nervously flustered, the staff member stammers...

"N-n-no ... I-I mean y-yes ... of course you can be here ... General Manager, mam. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you couldn't be here; I just meant that..."

Joslyn quickly raises her hand up, and quickly interjects; now letting him off the hook...

"It's okay, I get; it's not every day you go to deliver food to a room and the big boss opens the door. I suppose the initial shock would be a little unnerving; right?"

"Uh ... yeah."

There's a brief moment of silence while the staff member just stands there; then Joslyn once again flippantly quips...

"So ... are you planning on bringing my breakfast in any time soon; or should I just try putting in an order for lunch?"

"Oh; right ... sorry." He hurriedly pushes the cart into the room. "Where should I put it?"

"Just place it on the table over there, please."

"Yes, mam."

"And can I just ask you to do me one more thing?"

"Yes, mam; what is it?"

"Would you please stop calling me 'mam' ... that's what you should be calling my grandmother; not me. You can call me either General Manager or Ms. Hollister."

"Yes, ma ... I mean, General Manager."

As the staff member sets up the table and places the food on the table, he looks about the room and takes notice of the obvious romantic theme; and he starts thinking to himself...

"Hmm ... melted away candles; ice bucket with an empty bottle of champagne; rose petals all over the floor and bed ... which sheets and covers are jumbled and messed up ... and not to mention that it looks like she's only dressed in a robe..." he starts displaying a mischievous grin, "looks like 'Boss Lady' got her freak on."

He begins to nonchalantly glance about; hoping to catch a glimpse of the General Manager's mystery lover ... not just to appease his aroused curiosity; but to see if he could use this as an opportunity to use to his advantage and get something out of it. Not only is Joslyn the General Manager of the prestigious Pacific Grand Hotel, but she's also the daughter of Sebastian Hollister; the President and Chairman of the Board of the Luminary Corporation, a multibillion-dollar company ... this type of information can be the perfect 'fodder' for blackmail.

Immediately his greedy and horny thoughts cause that mischievous grin to expand across his face; and he begins picturing various sexual scenarios involving the General Manager and her partner in his sleazily, sullied mind. These filthy thoughts of his are so explicit that they're exciting him to the point where he's starting to become erect himself.

Shortly, Alyana ... also only wearing a terrycloth robe ... exits the bathroom; with a towel covering her head while she dries her hair...

"Has breakfast arrived yet, my love ... after making love with you all night, I'm starving. I have to admit; you really do know how to work me out, and leave me with a voracious appetite, afterwards."

His mischievous grin ... along with his erection ... grows, as even more explicitly sexual fantasies race through his over actively perverted mind.

Joslyn abruptly emits an "Ahem" to draw Alyana's attention. Alyana removes the towel from her head, and immediately takes notice of the staff member standing there with a devilishly mischievous smirk on his countenance ... along with the throbbing bulge in his pants. An impish grin emerges upon her face; and she starts to tauntingly tease in a coquettish manner...

"Jos' ... you should have told me breakfast was here; and it comes with a side of 'sausage', too. Should we eat it as an appetizer, or save it for dessert?" She saunters over to the now salivating staff member, and playfully runs her fingers through his hair; and continues teasing, "My, my, my ... aren't you a naughty boy. Shame on you; such dirty thoughts."

He quickly wipes away the saliva oozing from the corners of his mouth, and unconvincingly denies...

"I don't know what you mean; I don't have any dirty thoughts."

"Oh, please; I can tell it just by the look on your face ... the face, by the way, that you just wiped the drool off of."

Alyana twirls his hair in her fingers, while still displaying her impish grin; and she coquettishly teases...

"Alright; well, setting aside that guilty 'cat-that-ate-the-canary', 'shit eating' grin planted on your face..." she reaches down and abashedly grabs his swelling crotch in her hand. "How do you explain this ... what, are you hiding a pit viper in your pants?"

His mischievous grin stretches even further cross his face, as he cockily boasts...

"Pit viper? ... That's a python, baby."

Joslyn abruptly scoffs, "Python my ass ... looks more like a garden snake, if you ask me..." Then she glares at him with seething eyes. "And don't you dare go calling my baby 'baby', you horn dog sleazeball."

Alyana lovingly gazes over at Joslyn while slowly shaking her head...

"Now, now, now; my love ... there's no need for you to be upset. You know that I love you, and only you. So, don't go needlessly wasting your time being jealous..."

Alyana now turns to the excitedly aroused staff member...

"There's really only one thing a big, sack of meat like this is good for..." Her impish grin slowly contorts into a devilish smirk. "And that's to suck on."

Alyana winks and seductively licks her lips. The anxiously overzealous staff member quickly unzips his pants and starts to pull out his engorged penis ... while Alyana rapidly protracts her fangs and sings them into his neck. Instantly, his eyeballs roll up to the top of his eyes; and his bodily rigidly tenses up stiff as a board, before his knees buckle and he drops to the floor. Alyana falls down with him; keeping her mouth tightly wrap around his neck ... similar to that of a pit bull's grasping hold when it clenches its jaw shut after sinking its teeth in.

Joslyn kneels down behind Alyana and lovingly wraps her arms around Alyana's slender waist; then softly rests her chin on Alyana's shoulder. Alyana slowly reaches one of her hands around and tenderly strokes Joslyn's hair while she feeds; while using her other arm to securely hold onto the now entranced staff member's rigidly stiff body as it twitchingly convulses as she gradually sucks the blood out.

Her feeding doesn't last that long; she only consumes about a pint and a half of his blood. Alyana breaks the 'airtight seal' between her mouth and his neck, and sits upright; then turns her head and looks to Joslyn...

"Give me a minute to finish dealing with him, my love."

Joslyn nods, releases her embrace, and stands up and walks away.

Alyana firmly clutches his chin in her hand and brusquely pulls his head around and pulls it up in front of her face. The whites of her eyes rapidly turn to a bright, fiery-red shade as she intensely peers into his eyes with a seemingly 'laser focus' hypnotic stare. As soon as she's certain she made the mind connection, and has him under her spell; Alyana plants the subliminal command into his mind...

"Once you leave this room, from the moment you step out the door; you're going to forget everything from the second the door opened to let you in. You will have no recollection of the General Manager, myself, or anything that happened while you were in here. Do you understand?"

Still in a 'trance-like' state, he nods.

"Good ... now I want you to leave us alone; so, put your cock back in your pants and get the hell out of here."