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Another day, another reservation.
Umber, one of the senior mule bellhops, would huff and grumble about being assigned to one of the more simple room accommodations. Sure, he could trade with one of the lazier bastards on his shift, but he took pride in his work. No matter how simple a job might be, he never once took the lazy way out. He wanted each and every guest to have a good time, regardless of their requests or overall tastes.
He would double check his tablet again, seeing that this one was some model or something. Some pretty lass who would be spending their time here in a nice and tight bag of a suit. But of course, only a suit. They could do so much more, but... he sighed, just taking a deep breath. He had his professionalism to consider here, and there was no arguing with paying customers.
He would give this one the best damn capturing of her life, that much he could promise.
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Eventually, he would be rung up, causing him to hoof it down to the front desk as fast as he could without skidding. He would find the lovely woman waiting there with some bags and a beaming buck standing at the front desk. "Miss J, this is Umber, he will be taking care of you." The buck explained as Umber rolled a cart out and started loading up her things.
While J got the rundown of how the hotel was laid out, Umber just quietly piled her things onto the cart and got ready to move. She would be leading the way, to the third floor. Only once she got her keycard did he lift his hat and follow her as he pushed the luggage cart. "So. You here for business or pleasure?" He asked gruffly, as she pushed a button to summon an elevator.
"Oh, just taking some time off between shoots." J replied, looking up from her phone. "Just got finished with one, and I was looking to maybe pamper myself a bit before the next one in a few weeks. The grind simply doesn't stop for us, hmm? You must push a lot of bags around all day."
"Heh, and more. But I love my job. And I would not trade it for the world." Umber said, nodding as the elevator doors opened and he pushed the cart in. "Don't you worry, miss J. I'll make damn sure you're well taken care of. Got at least 30 years of service industry work under my old belt."
"Really! You don't look a day over 35, you know." J joked goodnaturedly, smiling as she tapped away at her phone. "I'm glad to know I've got the best in the hotel keeping an eye on me."
"Heh! Well, keep flattering me like that and I might not even ask for a tip." He joked back, as he pressed the button for the third floor…
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They would eventually get to one of the fancier rooms, where Umber would help him to unload her bags two by two. Once the last bag was unloaded, he would just casually close the door as she started getting unpacked. The bulky mule's experience was on full display as he none too gently grabbed J from behind and handgagged her, dragging her towards the bathroom. He'd had the nullsuit and equipment hidden under the sink there, where he could easily access it while keeping his latest captive from getting too caught up in the excitement... "C'mon now, Miss J, let's get you ready for your relaxing stay!" He chuckled, ignoring her muffled yells and attempts to break free.
"MM! LGH MH GH!" She would cry out behind his hand, eyes wide as she tried to yank her arms free from his grasp. "HHHHLP!" J, while expecting some manner of treatment like this, did not expect it to start immediately upon entering her hotel room.
Umber dragged his squirming and pleading captive to the bathroom, where he would kick the door shut and immediately push her into the shower. It would not take him long to get her new null suit and toss it out onto the counter. "Now then. Let's get started, shall we?"
Despite her best efforts, her attempts to dart towards the door were thwarted by a strong hand yanking her back towards Umber, who would not hesitate to give her a nice squeeze to knock some wind out of her. In her desperate attempt to inhale and get some air into her, she would feel a wad of cloth stuffed between her lips. She could only let out a muffled noise of panic, shaking her head and trying to push the obstructive cloth out with her tongue... only to have more pushed in, and locked in with a jaw stretching ballgag pressed between her lips.
"There we go. Don't you just look delightful. Photoworthy, even. Though I'm sure THOSE photos might cost extra." Umber joked, as he worked on binding her arms tightly behind her back. Leather straps would be buckled up and secured with some heavy padlocks, before the same straps would be used on her legs. He ignored her squirming, humming as he lifted her up and slid her struggling body into the nullsuit, feet first. “Ah, but it would be a shame to leave you alone like this..” He had had the crew bring up a few wireless vibes, and would tease a couple between her legs, just far enough to tease and delight. Her reactions, the whimpers and yelps into the gag, made the job all the more enjoyable… For now, though, he looked her over, ensuring she was in place before having the suit slowly slip shut.
He'd worked with these null suits for a long while, and he still loves watching the way the latex conforms to the person's body, the way it clings to her skin and the way it squeezes snugly. Not too tight. Once it seals up around her neck, the bright lock symbol lights up, showing that only external override can cause it to release its captive before its programmed time. Not a moment before.
He would haul her out to the bed, carrying her over his shoulder to let her squirm and struggle, savor her weak resistance. But eventually he would dump her on the bed, pulling more of the latex up and over her head. It would slowly seep over her head and face, covering those pretty, frantic eyes as the bright lock symbol lit up over where her face should be.
Umber would dust his hands off, and watch her try and twist her way out of the nullsuit. Not a thing she'd be able to do until someone decided to be nice and let her out. Her muffled noises were just too damn cute. Umber looked forward to checking in on her every couple of days, to ensure the suit had not malfunctioned or anything... and to watch her struggle to try and free herself in vain.
For now, he would shut and lock the door tight, off to take his break...
Umber, one of the senior mule bellhops, would huff and grumble about being assigned to one of the more simple room accommodations. Sure, he could trade with one of the lazier bastards on his shift, but he took pride in his work. No matter how simple a job might be, he never once took the lazy way out. He wanted each and every guest to have a good time, regardless of their requests or overall tastes.
He would double check his tablet again, seeing that this one was some model or something. Some pretty lass who would be spending their time here in a nice and tight bag of a suit. But of course, only a suit. They could do so much more, but... he sighed, just taking a deep breath. He had his professionalism to consider here, and there was no arguing with paying customers.
He would give this one the best damn capturing of her life, that much he could promise.
=
Eventually, he would be rung up, causing him to hoof it down to the front desk as fast as he could without skidding. He would find the lovely woman waiting there with some bags and a beaming buck standing at the front desk. "Miss J, this is Umber, he will be taking care of you." The buck explained as Umber rolled a cart out and started loading up her things.
While J got the rundown of how the hotel was laid out, Umber just quietly piled her things onto the cart and got ready to move. She would be leading the way, to the third floor. Only once she got her keycard did he lift his hat and follow her as he pushed the luggage cart. "So. You here for business or pleasure?" He asked gruffly, as she pushed a button to summon an elevator.
"Oh, just taking some time off between shoots." J replied, looking up from her phone. "Just got finished with one, and I was looking to maybe pamper myself a bit before the next one in a few weeks. The grind simply doesn't stop for us, hmm? You must push a lot of bags around all day."
"Heh, and more. But I love my job. And I would not trade it for the world." Umber said, nodding as the elevator doors opened and he pushed the cart in. "Don't you worry, miss J. I'll make damn sure you're well taken care of. Got at least 30 years of service industry work under my old belt."
"Really! You don't look a day over 35, you know." J joked goodnaturedly, smiling as she tapped away at her phone. "I'm glad to know I've got the best in the hotel keeping an eye on me."
"Heh! Well, keep flattering me like that and I might not even ask for a tip." He joked back, as he pressed the button for the third floor…
=
They would eventually get to one of the fancier rooms, where Umber would help him to unload her bags two by two. Once the last bag was unloaded, he would just casually close the door as she started getting unpacked. The bulky mule's experience was on full display as he none too gently grabbed J from behind and handgagged her, dragging her towards the bathroom. He'd had the nullsuit and equipment hidden under the sink there, where he could easily access it while keeping his latest captive from getting too caught up in the excitement... "C'mon now, Miss J, let's get you ready for your relaxing stay!" He chuckled, ignoring her muffled yells and attempts to break free.
"MM! LGH MH GH!" She would cry out behind his hand, eyes wide as she tried to yank her arms free from his grasp. "HHHHLP!" J, while expecting some manner of treatment like this, did not expect it to start immediately upon entering her hotel room.
Umber dragged his squirming and pleading captive to the bathroom, where he would kick the door shut and immediately push her into the shower. It would not take him long to get her new null suit and toss it out onto the counter. "Now then. Let's get started, shall we?"
Despite her best efforts, her attempts to dart towards the door were thwarted by a strong hand yanking her back towards Umber, who would not hesitate to give her a nice squeeze to knock some wind out of her. In her desperate attempt to inhale and get some air into her, she would feel a wad of cloth stuffed between her lips. She could only let out a muffled noise of panic, shaking her head and trying to push the obstructive cloth out with her tongue... only to have more pushed in, and locked in with a jaw stretching ballgag pressed between her lips.
"There we go. Don't you just look delightful. Photoworthy, even. Though I'm sure THOSE photos might cost extra." Umber joked, as he worked on binding her arms tightly behind her back. Leather straps would be buckled up and secured with some heavy padlocks, before the same straps would be used on her legs. He ignored her squirming, humming as he lifted her up and slid her struggling body into the nullsuit, feet first. “Ah, but it would be a shame to leave you alone like this..” He had had the crew bring up a few wireless vibes, and would tease a couple between her legs, just far enough to tease and delight. Her reactions, the whimpers and yelps into the gag, made the job all the more enjoyable… For now, though, he looked her over, ensuring she was in place before having the suit slowly slip shut.
He'd worked with these null suits for a long while, and he still loves watching the way the latex conforms to the person's body, the way it clings to her skin and the way it squeezes snugly. Not too tight. Once it seals up around her neck, the bright lock symbol lights up, showing that only external override can cause it to release its captive before its programmed time. Not a moment before.
He would haul her out to the bed, carrying her over his shoulder to let her squirm and struggle, savor her weak resistance. But eventually he would dump her on the bed, pulling more of the latex up and over her head. It would slowly seep over her head and face, covering those pretty, frantic eyes as the bright lock symbol lit up over where her face should be.
Umber would dust his hands off, and watch her try and twist her way out of the nullsuit. Not a thing she'd be able to do until someone decided to be nice and let her out. Her muffled noises were just too damn cute. Umber looked forward to checking in on her every couple of days, to ensure the suit had not malfunctioned or anything... and to watch her struggle to try and free herself in vain.
For now, he would shut and lock the door tight, off to take his break...
