A leading travel company recently upgraded me to ‘VIP status’, promising a plethora of indulgent benefits befitting a customer who’s clearly spent far too much with them in the past year.
My wonderfully-organised PA was having none of it. “They don’t do VAT receipts,” she informed me. So there went my treats…
I replied – and you need to know at this point that she’s very much one of us! – saying:
I might forgo the VAT for a luxury suite with free alcohol, beach club, and a plentiful supply of misbehaving hotel maids…
And then I spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating other benefits. A girl waiting in your room, tied face down, naked, for me to beat? “No problem, sir, you’re a VIP”.
Would you like a cane providing? Or maybe a selection of nice tawses? And does sir expect to fuck her afterwards? We can offer some very experienced girls, or some newer ones who really are still rather shy…
Imagine being the maid who makes sure the room is ready for the VIP: flowers on the desk? bowl with fresh fruits? naked colleague properly tied down? clean towels? drinks cabinet fully stocked? all set!
I’ve been re-watching the Hotel Babylon series, and this is exactly the kind of thing a five star hotel provides. “An extra pillow” is the code for send me up a prostitute. What would be the code for send me a girl to spank? “A straight-backed chair”?
Hugs,
Hermione