<div style="text-align: justify;">Downstairs, in the lobby, things seemed peaceful. Everyone was doing their own thing. Receptionists were welcoming guests, chamber maids were busy with various tasks. When the phone rang, an older lady picked up. Since it was a busy season, she said hello both in French and English and waited.<br/><br/>After saying hello, the woman waited patiently, while her eyes scanned the area. She would need a chambermaid who could speak English, or at least that was smart enough to learn how to repeat a few words.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***************************************</div><br/>Pierre had a calm and innocent expression. Not overly, but just enough to put Martin at ease. Sometimes, he wondered if Martin could ever figure out that he was a much better actor than Martin could ever be. Even his shame for being what he was was feigned. Pierre was pretty comfortable in his own skin. France wasn’t the United States of America, after all. But for now, he was supposed to act as though he was ashamed of his… unnatural desires.<br/><br/>Pierre wasn’t a fool. He knew that he had to be discreet. Not because he liked men. But because he didn’t want to be seen with Martin. Not until it no longer mattered, because the net around the Actor would be too tight for him to escape. For now, Pierre was still working on his web, patient like a spider, and he had to tread carefully.<br/><br/>When Martin kissed him back, Pierre closed his eyes and kept his soft massage on the other man’s neck. He had to admit that Martin’s lips were delicious. The Actor would be a very welcome entertainment while he happened to be around. With a nibble on Martin’s lower lip, Pierre moved his lips and traced a path with kisses to his left ear, nibbling on it. “Want to get more comfortable?”, Pierre asked, his voice already a little husky. There was no reason to pretend they wanted anything other than some fun, after all.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***************************************</div><br/>Of course the Lady had noticed that Rich hadn’t even asked her name. That wasn’t bad for her plans, of course. But it should just how much of a bastard that man was. He was going to bed with a girl he didn’t even know, just because he knew he could get a sweet piece of ass. Well, he would definitely get it. And he would pay dearly for it.<br/><br/>The Lady kept going with the massage for a few more moments. After feeling that Rich was more relaxed, the young woman leaned forward - her long dark hair falling on Rich’s back - and kissed the back of the man’s neck.<br/><br/>After a few more kisses, she whispered in his ear. “I’m all yours now, Your Majesty”, the girl murmured. “Your servant to do with as you wish”. Her eyes - that the man couldn’t see - had a predatory expression as she added silently to herself ‘only for now, dear - enjoy it while you can’.</div>