The elevator ride is short, as the hotel is far from a high-rise. On the way up she is all over me, hand gripping my balls while she stands on her toes to kiss me, pressing her breasts into my chest. When her tongue is not forcing its way into my mouth, she is firmly biting my lip, not enough to hurt, but close… The door opens at my floor. She lets me off the back wall of the elevator and we step out. “Concierge level. Not unexpected given Mel’s familiarity.” The floor is abandoned on Friday night. Sunday through Thursday this place is packed with sales reps, consultants and travelling employe… Read more