<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2uy2bcz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>April Suzuki (attending under the name Gravity)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hotel Suite<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>None<br/><br/>April had led the willing futa to her hotel suite with her bags in tow. It was, by far, the easiest luggage transition she's ever had to go through, having met the hotel staff midway while they were going out to fetch her things<strong>"Don't bother..."</strong>she said happily as she looked to her Fbit to manage the stream of requests<strong>"These helpful ladies decided to lend a hand. I'm glad some people still know how to treat a celebrity."</strong>The staffer in charge of the pickup apologized profusely. After all, to even have it known that Gravity was attending boosted the normal attendance to very near capacity. The event was looking to get more and more familiar faces in the industry to both serve as celebrity judges, participants, and all around revelers in the scene. Just the slim opportunity of having a shot at someone like here must have made them money! Was it so wrong to be treated with some preference as a result?<br/><br/>She would have dismissed the pretty little staffer, just for the sake of it, but she'd noticed just how much the hotel uniform pushed out of her chest, and the slight twitch in her bulge. Well...some things could be forgiven, surely. And while mercy wasn't one of her more known traits, spotting opportunities was. She'd spared the staffer an appreciative glance before she continued on going through her Fbit like she made the thing herself.<strong>"Apology accepted. You can dismiss the rest. I need you to show me to my room"</strong>. The rest of the trip was a blur of a few of the futas not otherwise occupied screaming out her name. Gravity didn't stop, she didn't dare! To stop meant that others would come, which would draw even more people, to the point where it could have been some rampaging monster in the middle of the action, it wouldn't have mattered. The crowd would have taken on a life of its own.<br/><br/>The obligatory signature moments and on-the-move selfies were taken with fans, and her loyal baggage handlers did their share of work protecting her luggage on the walk in. Gravity took opportunities to ham it up. A breast jiggle here, a hand over someone's hardon with a false look of shame, there. It was fun. It was lively, and while she may not have wanted to stop completely, she did do a very good job of making sure the people around her felt what it was like to be so close to Gravity. After all, her fans made her, and the least she could do was pick a few good moments where she gave them what they wanted! Her social media accounts were trending hard, and she was glad her agent had convinced her to finally let her staff handle the bulk of the legwork there. Considering what she'd be up to during the event, there was no way she'd be able to keep up!<br/><br/>Finally at the suit, Gravity kicked off her sandals and stretched.<strong>"The Black Hole goes in that corner...the over luggage goes next to that dresser. I'll deal with it later".</strong>She'd removed the beach wrap as she padded her way through the open Penthouse suite towards the huge windows. Whoever designed this place knew what they wanted people to see out of it! The reflective glass made it easy to look out while the sun was shining, as if she had on sunglasses indoors. There was a patio that stretched the length of the suite, and enough lounge furniture to consider outside its own room.<strong>"Oooooooh yeah..."</strong>she purred with no shortage of delight<strong>"This makes most of the trip worth it. If the late night chef is on their game, I might have to come here more often!"</strong><br/><br/>She'd turned on the television to find that it was already set to a surveillance view of multiple parts of the resort, and what she'd witnessed brought a smile to her face that could only be compared to a that of a child on their birthday. A child who received exactly what they'd asked for and couldn't be happier. Sexual exhibitionism meets adult theme park, meets island wide cage match. If she wasn't already in the life, it would have very much overloaded her senses, but at the moment it only made her feel like a liquid lunch...She turned to her crew as they finished up and smiled. The next moment all of them were lined up as she specified, and treated accordingly. A few got her autograph on a hi gloss photo of herself not released to the public yet. A few more got to take selfies with her in various states of undressed, but were sent out all hot and bothered with a well meaning, tongue-exploring kiss. The ones that carried her black hole all got pictures of their cock in her mouth, though she did not finish them off.<br/><br/>And that just left the hotel staffer...<strong>"Now...I'll need my card key...and your pants dropped.</strong>The staffer later left the room with wobbly legs, and a lot of trouble coming up with an excuse that could keep her out of trouble. Gravity's F-bit chimed as the "O" flashed, then receded as she drunk a chilled bottle of water while watching the surveillance angles the event provided. A flash of someone caught her eye, and she almost spit out her water in mid gulp. Was that who she thought it was!? She'd fumbled with the remote some before she got the hang of it, then dropped it back to the cabana to see no other than Meyumi Nuyasaka!<strong>"Oh you physically fit slut, how did I miss you on my way here!?"</strong>Her fingers were already in motion as her cleavage held the cold bottle for her, which seemed like a good idea at the time, until it beat back the heat and made things a fuckton colder than she bargained for.<br/><br/><strong>"Ooooo, cold! Cold! Shit that looks so hot..."</strong>The blissful agony of the cold made her cock press hard against the flimsy bikini bottoms holding it in. She'd not relieved herself on the staffer, and the combination of events was making her antsy. She was going to need to go out on the hunt, but she wanted to watch a little first...The bottle went to the table, and she lounged in front of the tv with her arms up and holding the back of the couch. She wanted to watch...but not touch. She wanted to torture the fuck out of herself, so that she went out there in the proper mindset. Watching them all at play could be just what the doctor ordered.<br/>