This hotel was fully automated, with robots handling all the guest services.
So, it was a breeze for me to find the room Vivian had booked. No one stopped me along the way.
Even the patrolling robots greeted me warmly as I passed by.
I reached the Room 609 and knocked on the door.
After a few seconds, I heard footsteps from inside.
The door opened, Vivian stood there in a thick bathrobe. "Come in."
She stepped aside to let me in, and as I brushed past her, I caught a whiff of her light fragrance.
A quick glance revealed droplets of water still clinging to her neck, she must have just finished her shower.
The hotel's bath products carried a fresh, botanical scent.
As I stepped inside and took a quick look around, I noticed how upscale the hotel was. The windows were large, floor-to-ceiling panes.
Outside, the view was of a luxurious commercial street, with the lights from office buildings visible across the way.
The bed was enormous, easily big enough for three adults.
"How did you find this place? I've worked here for ages and never knew about it," I asked, surprised.
Vivian shook her head and said, "I don't know, just stumbled upon it. Let's get down to business. I've been out for a while and need to get back to my shift."
With that, Vivian started to undo her robe right in front of me, slipping it off her shoulders to reveal smooth skin.
She was wearing sexy lingerie, which was a one-piece style, with no openings in the front.
Vivian did a slow, seductive turn in front of me.
There was a large bow tied at the back, seemingly the only part that could be undone.
I swallowed hard, my dry throat bobbing as I felt a rush of heat.
I asked, "Why are you dressed so sexy all of a sudden?"
I moved closer, pulling her into my arms, her post-shower scent filling my nose.
A stunning woman, freshly showered and dolled up, standing before you—who wouldn't feel desire?
The moment I saw her bare shoulder, my cock sprang to life, straining against my pants.
Vivian said cheerfully, "Of course, it's for the ritual of our romantic time. We've never really had a proper go at it, and now that we have the chance, we should make the most of it."
Vivian nestled into my chest, unbuttoning my shirt, her soft lips pressing against my skin, her warm breath spreading all over.
I snickered, "My sweetie, you ask for this, I won't let you down!"
With that, I tossed Vivian onto the bed, where she bounced a couple of times on the soft mattress.
I followed, covering her with my body, my male hormones mixing with her female pheromones like an aphrodisiac.
The moment we touched, I almost ejaculated.
I quickly shifted my hips away, keeping a bit of distance to avoid any premature accidents.
But Vivian wasn't letting me off that easily. She lifted her knee, rubbing it against my cock.
Her legs were smooth and cool from the shower.
The moment she touched my cock, it twitched uncontrollably.
"You've experienced the lovemaking a lot, but your cock is still so sensitive," she teased, her lips brushing my ear like a feather.
It tickled, making me even hotter.
"Of course, my cock only gets stronger for beautiful women," I whispered back, not wanting to be outdone.
When it came to making love, I always had the upper hand.
But now, I felt like I was the one being dominated, arousing me a strange mix of reluctance and anticipation.
Vivian tossed me a coquettish gaze. "Is that so? Well, before we get to it, you need to answer a few questions. Get them right, and we can proceed."
"Alright, go ahead," I said firmly.
I could almost predict her questions and had already thought of my answers.
Vivian asked, "First, who is the woman on your phone's wallpaper?"
"A woman?" I was momentarily thrown off. This question wasn't what I had expected.
A bad feeling crept over me.
"Here," Vivian said, pulling a phone from under the pillow and tapping the screen. It lit up.
Scarlett's face appeared before me.
In the picture, Scarlett wore a loose T-shirt, lifting one side to reveal a hint of black lingerie and her ample chest.
My cock twitched at the sight.
It was as if my cock really liked the woman in the picture and desperately wanted to fuck her.
I lied, "She's just a beautiful woman I saw online. The picture quality was good, so I made it my wallpaper."
Vivian asked with a smile. "Really, just a random beautiful woman online?"
I nodded eagerly, "Yeah, don't you think she's gorgeous? And her body is amazing—round, soft breasts, a slim waist that looks like you could wrap your hand around it."
As I spoke, I reached out to touch the screen.
It felt like Scarlett was right in front of me, her waist within my grasp.
My fingers squeezed the air, imagining the soft, elastic flesh of her waist in my hand.
I really missed Scarlett now. Even if I couldn't fuck her, just touching her waist would make me incredibly happy and satisfied.
Vivian doubted, "From the way you describe it, it's like she's right in front of you."
I didn't retort but said, "You could say that. I wish she were here, but it's a pity I can't."
"Pervert!" Vivian scoffed, using all her strength to flip me over and straddle me.
Her soft breasts filled my vision, making me dizzy with desire.
Vivian then continued, "One more question. After I came down from your office, why couldn't I find you? Where did you go?"
I pretended to be innocent and said, "Where else? I went to the bathroom. When I tried to find you, I realized my phone was missing, so I borrowed the security guard's phone to call you. But you didn't pick up for ages."
Vivian mocked, "I was worried the woman on your wallpaper might call. What if she got mad knowing I answered?"