The day was bland, and I am tired. The night doesn't offer much hope of anything better. Checking in after a turbulent flight and suffering through the taxi ride was abysmal at best. Hauling my luggage to the elevator was almost a relief since I was that much closer to my final destination and the mini-bar.

The all-too-familiar ding announced the elevator's arrival as the doors open. Without as much as lifting my head to check for any off-loading passengers, I take slow but intentional steps toward the lift.

"Good evening, sir. May I take your bags for you?" she purrs in a sultry voice.

Surely my imagination was taunting my mind. While sensing her beauty before actually looking upon her, I raised my head in surprise to fully take in her presence. Delicious auburn hair falling down naturally around her gorgeous face and shoulders, probably more raw and sensual than had been at the start of her shift. Her eyes penetrated into my soul, understanding the renewed energy they provided for a weary traveler. Her lips were painted dark and seductive, speaking of desires within. Her neck, arms and hands were unadorned and her nails unpolished, betraying her duties as a bellhop. Her lace stockings though - oh my! Such a brazen display of sensuality coupled with her husky voice was impossible to resist, let alone ignore.

How much time passed, I cannot tell. Only a few seconds I am certain, but the world seemed to be passing by as my head swirled.

"You seem to be exhausted, sir," she said breaking my reverie.

"Oh!" I muttered suddenly. Muttering on, I stammer a bit. "I ... ummm ..."

I drew in a deep breath, and slowly let it out. Years of therapy taught me this simple centering method.

"Yes, to your first question. I would appreciate help with my bags," finally came a lucid response. "And, yes I am very exhausted. The day has been too long."

Chancing a look at her, I noticed her smirking at me. What lie behind those delicious lips resides with the likes of the Mona Lisa. A slight but audible gasp escaped my lips that was followed much too quickly with a sigh of defeat as I looked once more towards my shoes, which were dusty and in need of polishing.

Recalling courtesy while acknowledging my exhaustion, I said, "Thank you by the way. Knowing my evening is almost over, I am glad to know the day finished better than it started."

Without pause she replied, "What a very nice compliment, sir."

The pregnant pause that followed filled me with anxiety and apprehension. The fact that she knew the delight I felt was due to her presence was intimidating.

Before being aware that the elevator had reached the fifth floor, I was standing outside of my room observing this goddess unlock the door and deftly deliver my articles within.

Spinning about her heels - the first I realized this spectacular being was encased in divine black patent high heels - the beautiful redhead faced me as I lingered at the room's entrance.

I love high heels. No, to be completely honest, I have a high heels fetish. Why hadn't I noticed that detail before?!?!

"Will that be all, sir?"she inquired while looking directly into my eyes - rather my soul.

As I open my mouth to reply, the voice of this extraordinary vixen breaks the silence first. "Or, do you require another service of me first?"

There is was again! That smirk! Moments like this very one must have been the cause for warriors and lovers alike to embark with bold actions. Helen of Troy comes to mind quickly.

Without words, I close the door behind me. As I step towards her, I loosen my tie and smirk. That seems to be contagious around here ...

COOL great job!

perfect set up with a great model wardrobe and background! However, it looks like a rendered or a CGI image... thanks to the over-zealous photoshop work... but I like the concept... great work!