Simply Irresistible

 

"Hello roomservice? This Mrs Goodbody in room 6969, could you be a darling and send up two new bellboys for me? I'm afraid the ones you sent earlier are quite worn out, poor things.

Oh and if my husband should return from his golf trip ask him to wait in the bar, I'll come and collect him when I'm ready, marvelous."

Mrs Helen Goodbody hung up the phone with a predatory smile. She had always had a healthy sexual appetite and a knack for getting her own way but since she found that wonderful new perfume it seemed no one could say no to her slightest whim. 

She was having the most tremendous fun with it. It was just a shame her poor husband had been quite unable to keep up with her needs. 

She honestly felt a little bad for him. Prehaps she should ask that pretty young receptionist to take care of him? No, she had a much better idea. She'd go down to the bar later and let him watch while that tall Italian waiter took her over the counter. 

After all the whole point of staying in a place like this was to enjoy the excellent service.