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I slipped under the arm of a bellhop standing at the front desk, shimmied behind the manager who was sitting behind the desk on the phone, and found the main hotel key. I looked at the manager, who was a pretty brunette and had her right arm extended, apparently pointing at something behind me. Rather than miss this opportunity and use some of my new found mental powers, I decided to play a trick on the manager "by hand", so to speak.
I adjusted the manager's arm (who according to her name badge was "Natalie Benson") so that it was bent just in front of her open mouth. I adjusted her hand to make an O-shape with her fingers. I fiddled with a few factors, the height of her chair, her arm, etc. until I thought she was perfectly set. I undid my pants and my cock sprang loose, already hard with anticipation. I leaned in and set my member right inside the O-shape of her fingers. I grasped her hand so that it held me a bit tighter and then began pumping.
Her hand was soft against my shaft and I didn't worry about friction. It didn't take long for me to start feeling that familiar tingling in my balls and the pressure building. I took a hold of Natalie head and held her close to me. I shuddered as I came all over her face, most of it landing in her gaping mouth. I pulled my now softening member from her grip, wipe myself clean against her cheeks, and zipped back up. The demure but attractive looking manager now had a face covered in cum like a porn star. It was really quite a sight. I was feeling especially mischievous and curious to see how far my manipulation powers could go. I commanded the young bellhop to come forward and stand in front of Natalie just as I had been. I undid the young man's pants, pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles, sent out a command for his penis to come to full attention. In a matter of seconds, his impressive member swelled to full strength. I adjusted him and Natalie so that his cock was perfectly positioned. I moved out from behind the desk, let out a command to him, and he orgasmed. His spunk flew out from his cock like water from a fire hose. It landed all over Natalie's face, mouth, and hair. Before he could completely finish, I concentrated on leaving the girls frozen at attention behind me before letting the world free.
Natalie suddenly stopped talking into the phone and screamed in terror. The young man just feeling the last of him orgasm leave him let out a sigh and then yelled before pulling back and recoiling in horror. There was another shriek from the other end of the bar as the woman that I left at the bar walked briskly out of the bar and out the front door. The man ran after her slipping on the marble tile when he realized he didn't have his shoes or suit on.
While all the commotion was going on, I quickly commanded the girls to move into the elevator in front of us before anyone could notice us and made our way up to the top floor where the Presidential Suite awaited. I entered the elevator first and had the girls stand around me so that they could hide me a bit from view. The doors closed and I looked out the glass walls at the chaos I had caused. The manager was running from behind the desk toward the bathroom with her hands at her face. The bellhop started after her, but then tripped over some baggage that was in the way. My clothing donor had picked himself up from his fall, but suddenly realized that during the fall, he had split his boxers wide open in the back. He stood in the middle of the lobby covering himself as best he could while the shrieks and gasps from the other people in the lobby caught sight of him. I smiled to myself as we disappeared from view and the elevator continued, this time outside of the building.
The sight of the city from about 20 stories was no less than stunning. The sun had just begun to set and cast a pink and blue hue across the night sky. The traffic below began to move leaving a trail of white and red in its wake. I turned to the girls who were still frozen in time, standing at attention, their backs to me. I leaned over and kissed the girl nearest to me, Christina, on the shoulder. Finally, at the 68th floor, the doors opened and we filed out and walked down the lonely hallway toward the huge door at the end of it. I placed the card in the lock and waited for the red light to turn green. I turned the door with my left hand and snapped my fingers on the right, stopping the world once more.
As it turned out, I had played it perfectly. A man dressed in a robe was heading for the door when I had opened it. He had a puzzled look on his face as the girls and I shuffled past him. He was a small man, much shorter than me, maybe 5'6" or so, a darker complexion, stubble on his face, and dark hair that was cut closely. As I was passing him, I took a double-take. There was a large mole on the side of the man's nose. I tilted my head in curiosity. Could this be? On the bed was a blonde woman covering herself with a sheet, an inquisitive look on her face. Her hair was long and straight, blue eyes, a tanned complexion, and a California-girl face. I stood there in disbelief. The Presidential Suite was being occupied by Enrique Iglesias and Anna Kornikova.
Anna was always a curious fascination of mine. She was undoubtedly the sexiest looking athlete in the world, but her lack of success on the tennis circuit had me thinking she was more of a "tennis model"; high on looks, low on substance. But oh those looks! I mean, who cared if she had never won a tournament or sometimes said things that didn't exactly make her sound like a Rhodes' Scholar? Did I mention those looks?
I sat on the bed just to get a closer look at the half dressed tennis star. I reached out and caressed her cheek with my hand. I hadn't gone out after any celebrities of any sort since my trip to Hollywood (which seems like years ago now) deciding that there were enough women around town to play with. But here was another chance to act upon a fantasy with one of the most sought after women in the world and I owed it all to luck!
I pulled the sheet that she was holding to her chest away and gulped at the sight of Anna wearing a light blue corset teddy with matching thong panties. She was on her knees, sitting back on her heels, the curious look frozen on her face. All the sexual tension I had released when playing with Natalie the manager downstairs in the lobby was back in a big way, thanks to the tennis star.
I commanded Enrique to come and stand alongside the girls at attention. Now, I was no dummy and knew that any woman would find a man like the Latin musician irresistible, and it would be nice to reward one of my toys for playing along with me. I choose Elizabeth since she was the one I found working downstairs and probably deserved a little R&R with the rich and famous more than anyone.
Enrique opened his robe and dropped it to the floor, leaving the singer standing in his black bikini underwear. I posed Elizabeth so that she stood looking upward, her arms crisscrossed directly above her head. She was ready to be played with and it was time for me to try another experiment.
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