FFF - Big Tipper (6/17)

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A large tip

He dropped his briefcase on the bed and flopped down.  The day had sucked from start to finish.  Cancelled meetings, angry client, a horrible lunch, AAAAaaaagh.  He screamed into his foul smelling comforter and kept the list going; lost luggage, an alley view, a loud bar next door, the wrong room rate, all wrong....The knock on the door was hesitant, maybe she heard the scream, but he stood up and opened the door.  She stood and asked if she could service the room.  He said "Yes" and decided to leave a large tip.

OK, so this is the really obvious one.  The name of the picture is even “Room Service" by John DuPret.  (This guy had some serious issues by looking at some of his art.)  I got the idea of the naughty hotel maid from, I don’t know, every clip of hotel-based porn ever made.  Let’s see if we can do better.  Besides, this one commits the cardinal sin of porn, the happy ending with no reasonable set-up.  Really, she’s going to fuck him after hearing him scream over his bad day?  No one has a mothering instinct that strong.

“Why was he always so cold?” She thought as she buried her head in the chair, again.  She offered herself up to please him, but it never worked.  He used her womanhood every Monday evening after starting dinner service yet walked away as if he had finished on the toilet.  His body was cleaner than most, larger than some, a certain firmness about him in body and spirit, a large tip, and copious expression.  But no heart, no tenderness. She felt empty as he walked back to the dining hall to complete the service.

Maybe a little better.  The picture just screams class distinctions and power games. At least it wasn’t the standard “Hey, the pizza guy is here and he wants to fuck us!” porn scenario.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.  But let’s try again, shall we?

He stared down at the maid with a sense of disdainful fascination.  With the drop of a few pence she was at his mercy.  Modesty abandoned, fidelity ignored, virtue, well, what virtue she once had was long consumed by other passions.  He had quite a large tip due to his mother’s lengthy breastfeeding and apparently, the woman received some sort of pleasure from it. He saw her body twitching.  After spilling himself inside, they dressed. 

 

“Back tomorrow for more research Doctor?”

 

“Why yes!  Today’s reaction was quite instructive.”

 

“Yes it was,” she said smiling.
 
So who is getting more out of this research project?  Her or him? What kind of “research” was conducted in the early days of medicine and sexuality?  Can you imagine the reaction of a well meaning, but naive, doctor to a woman’s orgasm?  Not the dainty little ones described in the books of their time, but a full-throated trembler, and better yet, around his own shaft, purely for “scientific” reasons.  In this picture she knows far more than our detached, but curious doctor does, and if she gets a few bob of research money in the mix, all the better.

It’s bedtime again and time to stop writing. 

Good night.

However, PLEASE start writing a FFF with us.  Play along, it’s fun, it’s creative, and you get to look at naughty pictures for inspiration.  For more inspiration, go visit Panserbjorne and see what he’s musing about on FFF

And, since it’s Friday, I will be in the pool, away from my phone, basking in the sun.  And most of you will be at work. 

And, OK, I can't resist...(heavy political commentary commencing now)

She knocked and got no response.  Her master slid in and the green light winked at her.  She pressed in, happy with her job, delighted to be assigned the VIP floor, and eager to get a big tip.  After all, this guest controlled the world’s wealth and traveled like a king, a few Kroner should come her way.  She dropped the fresh linens on the chair but was forced forward as the nightmare began. 

“STOP!” she yelled, but he did not.

“Don’t you know who I am?” he yelled.

“Yes I do” she thought.