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Zatanna Dark Presents: I FELT THEIR SPECIAL TREATMENT FROM MINUTE ONE
An Erotic Picture Book — Five Star Resort
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “X-TRA” DARK STORY — YOU’VE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED]
From the second I enter the lobby, I can tell this place is extra special. A place someone as unique and special as myself deserves to enjoy. After working so hard my whole life, I need this level of relaxation.
I’m sure many see how young I am and question how my life so far could have been so tough? After losing both my parents at age 7, I am today exactly what I’ve made of myself.
Lisa, one of the Managers greets me all upbeat like an old friend. “Oh, hi Jasmine. How are you today? All of us here have been looking forward to your visit. I hope our Drivers treated you well.”
“They treated me very nice — do I call you, Mrs. Lisa or?”
“Jasmine, like all of our guests here, we’re on a first name basis.”
See, like an old friend. “Well, Lisa, I’ve never had someone put my seat-belt on for me like your Drivers did. That made me feel very secure. Like we could have crashed and I wouldn’t have even budged an inch.”
“That’s good to know Jasmine. We pay them extra for exactly that type of service. They’ve yet to lose a single guest. 100% delivery success.”
“To save time Jasmine, we’ve taken care of all that paperwork and billing stuff nobody ever wants to deal with before you arrived. This way, you can get right to enjoying the rest of your first day with us.”
That was so nice of her to do that. I hate seeing others enjoying their stay at an expensive resort like this, while I’m stuck in line waiting. Lisa rings the bell on the front desk and Stanley the Bellhop quickly shows up.
So many places, they give you your key and scribble on that map on the back of their brochure as to where your room is. Not here. Stanley stays with me all the way to my room.
He is so very concerned about me and my comfort. He took time to go over the amenities galore. I have a king-size bed to myself. Beautiful curtains and furniture. Lots of room for all of my stuff.
My bags didn’t show up yet, but I’m sure they will very soon. He waited while I tried out the bathroom and even went as far as to flush the toilet for me when I was done. Crazy level of service! Like nothing I’ve seen before.
“Lisa asked me to make sure you were as comfortable and felt as safe as possible on your first night.” Said Stanley as he locked, dead bolted and chained my door closed.
The brochure didn’t mention them having a Turn-Down service, so that’s a surprise. Stanley worked extra hard at getting my covers and pillow just perfect so I can get the best nights sleep.
“Thank you so much Stanley. You really don’t need to do that. I mean, I’m fine doing that myself. I’m a big girl you know.”
“I know you are Jasmine. It’s my job to make sure you’re as snug as possible. Wouldn’t want you falling out of bed in the middle of the night.”
In the morning, I wake up very embarrassed. I’m pretty sure I wet my bed, because the sheets between my thighs are soaking wet and sticky. Stanley acted like he didn’t even notice, so I’m very grateful to him for that.
He even goes as far as to help me with my shower. Scrubbing the spots I couldn’t reach and got me a fresh one of their Resort Robes to wear.
“We need to get you breakfast, but should stop at the bar first to get you a morning shot.”
“I question drinking so early, but Stephan the Bar Tender tells me how that’s a silly rule. He says, ‘At the Resort, we don’t have any silly rules like that.’”
Not sure exactly what was in my shot? It’s pretty intense whatever it is. It burned going down my throat, but it sure did help me to relax a lot!
The minute I finished my breakfast, I headed back to the front desk. I knew they had some comment cards on the counter, so I wanted to fill one out after being treated so nice so quickly.
First grabbing a comment card and then a pen to fill it out, the lady behind the desk, not Lisa this time, looks very nervous like at me and backs up to use the phone.
I realize the issue as soon as I try to fill out my card. I accidentally grabbed their letter opener instead of a pen. Silly me.
Several times I try to give the letter opener back to her, but she keeps moving further and further away, as she stretches the phone cord to its breaking point.
“Excuse me? I’m just trying to give this back to you. I don’t see a pen cup on the counter?” It’s the first time someone is being rude to me since I got here.
I’m not proud of myself, but I finally resort to sticking it into the middle of the front desk out of anger. Hell, I just wanted to give them five stars on my breakfast.
Turning around, I’m surprised to see Stanley my all time favorite Bellhop. He felt I look a little frustrated and suggests another trip to Stephan the Bartender for a “Calm me down” vs. a “Pick me up.”
I have to admit something to you. As much as Stanley the Bellhop and I hit it off so well on my first night, I kind of have the hots for Stephan the Bartender.
Don’t tell Stanley, because it will hurt his feelings if he finds out, that I think Stephan is way sexier than him. Stanley did help me to wash my hard to reach spots, but Stephan was extra dainty with his napkin as he wiped my lips off.
“We’re going to give you a double shot today Jasmine. I’m sure you’ll like it even better than the one shot you got yesterday.”
Just as expected, the double shot burned my throat twice as much as the single shot. It’s so odd, because I’ve already forgot how long I’ve been here or even when I’m going home? Guess that’s expected when you’re having so much fun.
Stephan’s cologne is really nice! On top of that, he’s got very strong hands. Maybe from all those bottles he flips around, and juggles behind the bar?
Right after downing my double shot, he says, “Stay right here — I’ll be right back.”
I would really like to wait for him and his sexy cologne, but curiosity gets the best of me. I head back to the Lobby so I can get a much closer look at their mural.
Seriously, I can’t get enough of this thing. It’s so fucking detailed. I swear they must have spent months painting it.
All the tiny little rabbits and snakes and wheelbarrows and dieffenbachias and my family tree and cupcakes and rivers and . . .
. . . and caterpillars and snowmen and panties and zucchinis and Bath Time Betty and Jesus and Santa and . . . oh God! I feel like I’m going to puke! . . .
. . . and the six dwarfs because one is now making cookies in a tree.
Why am I floating? This is really weird being weightless on earth and at the Resort? Wonder if they have waffles?
“Pretty sures I’ve haved too much to drink? Yeah, do mooch ta drank?”
Noot shore wad hippened nixt? Think he got me?
“Jasmine, your robe came undone again. Let me get that for you. You need to sleep this off little one.”
As I’m being guided back to my room, Lisa shows up to say, “You really need to keep a better eye on this one. She’s very special to us.”
This is so nice to be getting such fantastic treatment all the time.
Lisa adds, “Be sure she’s tucked in real good this time.”
“No worries.” Replies Stanley.
Once again, Stanley the Bellhop locks, chains and deadbolts my door, so I’m completely protected from any other guests who may have nasty thoughts about me.
I feel so safe when he’s protecting me from harm. He helps me to the bathroom so I won’t wet my bed again. At least that’s the plan.
In the morning, I wake full of energy, which is perfect timing!
Max the personal Trainer shows up and we do laps around the track. I’m actually doing really well.
I run and twist and turn and Max would pretend to trip and fall on things that weren’t even there, like imaginary chairs and stuff.
He would fall and swear and jump back up, only to fall or trip on the next turn, just so I could win the race. This is how more places need to treat their guests if the want them to return and continue to give them five star ratings.
I’m not totally sure, but Max the Trainer tried to give me steroids. I kind of think this is funny, since I was able to outrun him for almost an hour this morning.
“I’m sorry Max, but I don’t do drugs.”
He’s not very happy with me turning down being one of his junkies, so he leaves to get Stephan the Bar Tender to make me another shot.
Initially, I did my best to turn Stephan down for this additional shot, but my God — he’s just too fucking sexy.
While I downed it, he suggests, “I think we should get you a full body massage. I hear there’s a spot open, if you want to go right now?”
I’m already so relaxed, I’m falling asleep on the massage table. That really sucks because I don’t want to miss feeling his hands all over my body.
“That tickles.” is the last thing I remember saying before falling totally asleep. I dream of what it would be like to never have to leave this Resort. To be treated this special all the time — like a princess.
My whole body is warming up and it’s very hard to breathe. I guess while I was out, they moved me from the massage table to the sauna?
Opening my eyes, everything is foggy and the air is heavy, hot and wet.
There must be something faulty with the sauna, because Lisa comes barging in very upset at Max the Personal Trainer.
“You’re going to fucking kill her you idiot! What the fuck are you doing?”
Max yells back, “She won’t fucking behave! There’s no other choice!”
Sure there is. If the sauna isn’t behaving right, just get a repair guy. Simple.
Not sure what happened after I left? I’m thinking Max may have been fired, because I’ve not seen him again since. I’m fine with this, because between Stanley, Stephan and him, he was the least pleasant one anyway.
I ended up staying at the Resort much longer than expected. In fact, I can barely remember a time that I wasn’t living here.
I’ve had more time to study their Lobby mural and feel pretty dumb now. Turns out what I thought was zucchinis were actually cucumbers.
Today a new guest checked in and was given the same level of special treatment they gave me the day I first showed up.
I’ve been watching and listen from a distance. Seems he’s a good friend of Lisa’s because she’s taking full charge of his room and more.
He’s very hansom and I think he likes me too by the way he keeps staring back at me. I just wish he’d make the first move.
But he doesn’t. He just sits in his chair, in his room staring at me. He looks almost scared to talk to me. I change position so he can get a better look at my legs.
He’s for sure staring at me and my thighs and calves. In fact I can see he’s even starting to lick his lips, he’s getting so hot.
I’m the lady here, so he needs to approach me if he ever wants to have my babies.
Still not moving to him, he needs to come to me. I entice him with one of my signature sexy looks. I squirm on the floor to rub my pussy around inside my Resort Robe, and he still doesn’t take the bait.
Sitting here, I’ve collected a lot of information about him. His name is Ted, or Theodore. Seems he’s Lisa’s Ex. They’ve recently broke up, so he’s available.
He just needs to get off his ass and approach me. I’ll gladly fuck him. He has a massive cock.
As I continue to stare at Ted, my future husband, Lisa calmly pats me on my shoulder and says, “Now don’t stay up too late.”
I do learn that Ted has self control problems and keeps masturbating places and getting caught. The more I think about it, the more I question mating him.
I mean, my life is so perfect and all. Do I really want to bring that kind of crazy into the middle of my perfection?
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