My elated feeling of freedom lasted for less than a minute. The weight of what had transpired in the past day fell upon my soul, shattering my blissful mood, quenching the fires of desire burning within me. I had been transformed from being a real nowhere girl, living in my nowhere world, into a vibrant, sexual force of nature; I had also been transformed into an unemployed homeless waif, covered in minor burns and ashen soot. Had I not had several thousand dollars in my purse, several thousand more in the bank with much, much more on the way, and new, designer clothing in the trunk of my soot-covered car, it would have been lamentable. The Christians say that the Lord moves in mysterious ways; they haven’t met Aphrodite.With my car, a subdued green Cabriolet to match my eyes, developing a brand new thumping shimmy, I steered through town, past suburbia, and into the wealthy, affluent area on the outskirts. My destination, El Tesoro Escondido, was a posh, five-star, luxury resort hotel that catered to the rich, famous, and powerful elite. I had always been tempted to stay there, but could never afford it. The best way to deal with temptation is to yield to it. It was located in the hills, overlooking the city like a Spanish castle overlooking its peasant village.A winding, a stone-paved drive led its way off the highway, through a lightly-wooded, gardened sprawling ground, up the gently sloping foothills with the mountains as a backdrop, and to the hotel itself. Four stories of stucco with terra cotta, high-peaked roofs, complete with a large bell tower, greeted me. My ash-covered body and matching car with half-melted tires looked plebian, out of place, compared to the shining, exotic, expensive vehicles in the parking lot. A secret hideaway for the rich and famous, El Tesoro was, goddess willing, to be my temporary home.My dirty, blackened leg emerged from the car, causing the bored and condescending-looking young female valet to jump to attention and fawn over the rest of me. Feeling her desire for me, thus reigniting my own horny passions, I could also feel her struggling with what she obviously felt. She wanted me but also tried to remain professional. Her eyes drank of me, a combination of open lust and shock at my appearance.“Make sure it doesn’t get dirty,” I giggled to her as I handed her the keys, noting that the dirt and soot on my skin stood out in stark contrast, coal on freshly fallen snow.Feeling her lusty gaze on my ass, wallowing in her torridly passionate energies that reignited my own, I approached the mammoth, arched double doors of dark, thick wood, bound in ornate, black steel. Suddenly very aware of the musty, smoky odor emanating from my body I boldly strolled through the doors towards the main desk.The lobby was a true sight to behold. High, arched, mosaic tiled ceilings towered three stores above my head, held aloft by ornately carved, stone-looking pillars. A light marble floor, polished to such a sheen that I could see up my own skirt as I walked, accentuated the rustic-inspired stucco interior, interspaced with intricate tiles and terra cotta wall-accents. The lobby could have fit my entire apartment building before the “Screamer” burnt it down in a banshee-wailing, arsonist’s tantrum.Ignoring the mixed looks of lust and concern, I collected myself, allowed my sensual energy to flow outwards, put on a seductive smile, and slowly sauntered towards the front desk, smacking dust clouds of ash and soot from my body. High and made of dark-stained wood, the front counter was occupied by a self-important-looking middle-aged man with slicked-back dark hair and a swarthy complexion. True to theme, he looked vaguely Hispanic. His name tag read “Roland, Conserje.”He was deeply involved with staring at a computer screen hidden just behind the counter, its flickering light dancing on his fine and regal-looking features. His eyes looked up, met mine, traveled all the way down to my soot-covered calves, then back up, pausing at my barely-bouncing, braless breasts. His visage became a mask of lust and his energy felt purple as it flowed into me.Within a few moments beneath his lust-fueled scrutiny, I had seduced Roland with my feminine wiles, used my post-blaze predicament to my advantage, and finagled a VIP luxury suite. Lusty honey dripped from my voice; my taut nipples pushed through my dress, begging for attention; my ash and soot-covered cleavage hypnotized. All of this was too much for the hotel conserje, Roland; he quickly discounted the room from several thousand dollars per night to a few hundred.I reached out, touched him delicately on the arm. The jolts of energy I felt shocked my entire body into pre-orgasmic bliss. He responded by moaning and coughing. He struggled, mentally, with something, and then turned his face back to me. He was sweating.Roland announced, “We at El Tesoro Escondido are not heartless. I shall give you the room, and the VIP treatment that comes with it, for three-hundred dollars per night.” He added in a conspiratorial tone, “so long as we can get a photo and advertise that we helped out the victims of the South Campus fire.”“Of course,” I sang out. “How about now? As soon as I get to my room I’m going to strip out of this dress, pour a long bath, and soak my Üsküdar Escort naked body in warmth and delight.”Roland, now stuttering, quickly mentioned the perks of the suite. It had its own private balcony, overlooking the pool area and wooded paths, with a lovely view of the mountains, including a king-sized Jacuzzi tub, a master bedroom as well as a single, and its own living space with a dinette. It also included round-the-clock room service and a Mayordomo.I was so happy with the turn of events that I kissed him, hot, hard, and heavy on the lips. The conserje moaned into my mouth and shook with delight. When I broke off the kiss I saw that my attentions made him cum in his pants. The shockwaves of his release sent lust-filled passion, its own energy, that of creation, into my essence.Ringing a handbell, an embarrassed Roland, going behind the counter once more, called out sternly. “Patricia, bring our guest, Senorita Krys, a strong drink. She is to be treated like the queen she is.”Goddess, I mentally corrected.“Matthew,” Roland the conserje cried out even louder, commanding in tone. “You are to be the mayordomo for Krys! She is an important VIP guest, my personal guest, treat her accordingly.”Within seconds, Matthew emerged from behind a miniature version of the front doors. He was tall, ruggedly handsome with perfectly cut, short-cropped, black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a muscular build beneath his stately, pristine Spanish-themed uniform. Giving me the look I had already grown used to receiving, he introduced himself.“Mistress, I’m Matt. I’ll be your personal mayordomo. Follow me please.” He led me to an elevator and stood beside me, humming, stealing glances at my body when he thought I wouldn’t notice. His barely-restrained desire for me was palpable.“What exactly is a mayordomo, handsome?” I asked quaffing my whiskey.He gave a delightful laugh. “It is a service we offer our more prestigious guests, such as yourself. It is a combination of a butler, a personal assistant, and an errand-runner.”“Not a love slave?”He laughed once more, nervously.“I’ve never had a servant before,” I admitted. “I don’t know what to do.”“It’s easy,” he replied. “For example, I heard that you were in that fire across town. I can go get you some extra towels and bubble bath if you require more, draw your bath, go shopping for clothes if you need some, gas up your car before you leave, or fetch you whatever you need.”“And handsome, too? Do you give massages?”“No,” he blushed. “Our masseur is gone for the night, but I can schedule for the morning if you’d like.”“Have you always wanted to be a moridomo?”“Mayordomo,” he gently corrected. “It’s a Spanish term because we’re a Spanish-themed luxury resort. It means butler.”He sighed. “No, this is not my highest aspiration in life. I’m in med-school, studying reconstructive cosmetic surgery.”“A plastic surgeon,” I mused. “So you can give me bigger boobs, then?” I cupped them, tweaking my hard nipples, just to feed on more of his vigor and energy.“They’re perfect, I wouldn’t change a thing!” he exclaimed, quickly. He immediately scolded himself internally. I could feel his energies change.“I mean, no, that’s not what I want to do. If somebody gets disfigured or needs their outer body repaired, that will be my specialty.”The elevator dinged. “Let me show you to your room and explain the features.”Matthew steeled himself and tried to remain resolutely professional. His slight vocal inflections, lingering glances, and the raw energies of red, purple, light greens, and silvery tendrils snaking outwards, seeking me, betrayed his desires. My waning energies recharged, warmed by his; I could smell the sweet, musky aroma of my own arousal mixing with the smoky must of the soot covering my body.“Here’s how you work the television,” he went on. His voice became accented with lust, despite his best efforts to the contrary. I tried to listen, like a good guest, but my eyes wandered over his bulging muscles, his bulging crotch. I envisioned his muscles wrapping around me, pulling me into him, his desire made flesh, consuming mine.“…did you get that?” he asked shyly, ripping my mind away from what I hoped was a prophetic vision. “Umm, yes,” I stammered as I felt my skin grow hot and my pussy ignite. “All ratings, use the menu button. I so need a bath! I wish I’d brought up my clothes.”“There are, erm, robes, in the bath closet.” He said. His face was alight with desire. His youthful vitality poured into me. I almost felt myself once more, recharged. “I’ll go fetch your clothes for you and bring them up. Which car is yours?”“You will? How sweet! My car is the rusty Volkswagen Cabriolet covered in soot.” I gestured to my sooty chest. “My clothes are in the trunk, but I haven’t washed them yet. Do you have a washing machine available so I can clean them?”Matthew sighed with a delighted smile on his lips and an impish grin followed. “Mistress, you are a treasured VIP guest. You are not to do your own laundry; I am your mayordomo. I’ll retrieve your clothes for you and drop them off at our in-house dry cleaning service, wash and detail your car, and bring you your clothing when it’s ready. Would mistress like a nightcap and perhaps for me to draw her bath?”“I think Üsküdar Escort Bayan I love you,” was all I could say. I retrieved my purse and fished out some cash to tip him.“No, mistress,” he waved away my offering. “Gratuities are strictly forbidden here at El Tesoro Escondido. How would you like your bath?”“I’ll just need to find another way to show my gratitude,” I sang out in my lust-filled voice. My pitch and tonality were perfect, even sending shivers down my own spine. “I want it hot, steamy, and deep,” I responded.He stared at me, my innuendo not lost. “The bath.”“Oh, yes, mistress.” I heard the appropriate sounds from the bathroom which was larger than my entire apartment had been. “Bubbles?”“Lots and lots. I want to feel them all over my skin, caressing my nude body.” I was rewarded for that statement with nervous coughs.He left shortly afterward, all hardness, muscled sinew, and flushed cheeks. I checked on the bath. He had the temperature just perfect and had even laid out several towels, a soft white robe, and several newly-unwrapped bars of soap that smelled of rose petals, the flower of Aphrodite, herself. The tub was gargantuan, easily accommodating three or four rotund people with room to spare; it would take some time to fill. I scooped up some of the suds, firm and tacky on my fingers, with floral notes to match the soap, and noted dark rivulets running down my hand. Quickly turning the immaculate, pristine shower into an Alfred Hitchcock homage, I rinsed the soot, ash, and grime from my body.The tub was still nowhere close to being full so I wrapped my body in the soft, warm robe and turned on the television. The local news was on; my old apartment building came into view. A dyed blond female announcer, dressed smartly, was speaking as my flaming former home was shown on the upper corner.“A South Campus apartment building went up in flames, earlier this evening, the fire apparently caused by all things, ”she paused dramatically, “a jealous girlfriend.”“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” I thought to myself as I chuckled and turned up the volume.“Hell hath no fury, huh Sandy?” the male announcer said with a smile. The blond stared daggers at him quickly, then quickly resumed her professional mode.“Police have the suspect in custody,” she continued.The scene changed showing Melissa, the “Screamer”, the oxygen mask now off, being forcefully dragged into a squad car. She was once more living up to her nickname.“Get your BEEP-ing hands off me, you BEEP-ing mother BEEP-ers! That BEEP-ing son-of-a-BEEP deserved to BEEP-ing die in the God BEEP-ed fire!” Her tiny, buxom frame was shoved into the police car. The censored swearing was almost comical.“Though she be but little, she is fierce,” I mused.The scene cut back to the newscasters. The male announcer was smiling with amusement. “She may be tiny, but she’s so fierce,” he misquoted.Sandy, the blond newscaster, glanced more vileness towards him. “Your Shakespeare sucks, Hank,” she spat.“In other news,” she continued. “It seems a fire of a different kind is spreading across campus…”I went to check on my bath. It was just a little over halfway full, the water still slightly-scalding. I was pleased.“Lilith, Lilith, Lilith,” I heard being chanted from the TV. “Praise Lilith! Praise Lilith!”I stopped in my tracks and ran the several yards back to the television. It showed a blue-haired young woman, ring through her nose, wearing a “Woman power” shirt with “Lilith” written over it in black electrical tape.She was talking into the microphone. “She’s like a goddess,” she said. “She speaks truth, she guides us!”The camera cut to another woman with short-cropped black hair suitable for joining the Marines in a tank top adorned with a button that read “Praise Lilith” pinned to the strap. “We never said it, but Lilith’s words are true! Men are not our equal!” She spun away from the interviewer shouting, “Praise Lilith!”The blond announcer spoke. She was smiling. “It seems an attendee at the local women’s rights rally has sparked a new slogan and become the unofficial poster-woman of the movement.”The scene changed to show me, standing there, looking like sex, desire, and passion with the lithe, rally woman staring into my eyes, then at my breasts.The sultriness of my own voice shocked me, made me hot and wet just hearing myself. “Why should I seek equality? Mere mortal men are not my equal.”My full-screen image shrunk into the top-right corner as the scene changed. The dark-haired beauty I had fantasized over was back on screen. “Men are not our equal,” she shouted into the microphone.Chants of “Lilith, Lilith” came in response. The attendees had changed their signs. They now bore LILITH in hastily scrawled markings or “EQUAL” inside of a circle with a diagonal line.“She guides us with her truth,” she shouted, her nipples hard beneath her shirt. “Praise Lilith, Praise Lilith.”The blond newscaster looked to her male counterpart with contempt. He was smiling with lust in his eyes.“Such a lovely redhead, this Lilith,” he said.“Stop drooling, Hank,” she scolded as she rolled her eyes.Full or not, it was time for my bath. Turning the television to a music station I found an ethereal-music channel; esoteric-inspired, Escort Üsküdar lilting, soft music filled the suite. Dropping my robe I walked up the steps, reentering the bathroom. Marveling over an in-wall speaker that allowed the music to pipe into the bathroom I lowered myself, moaning with luxurious pleasure, into the bubble-filled tub. Although subdued from the activities of my hectic, busy day, my lust still pulsed through my body. I had no idea of how I wanted to feel over suddenly becoming the unwitting mascot of feminism.“Praise Lilith,” I laughed to myself, wishing I had asked Matthew to bring me champagne and grapes. I soaked myself for the better part of an hour, practically swimming in the gargantuan tub. Dimming the lights and figuring out the Jacuzzi controls, blessed be the ‘whisper’ mode, I felt the caresses of the Nereida on my body. Eyes closed, my pussy as wet and hot as the water I languished in, I found a perfectly placed jet and pointed my engorged clit directly towards it.Hands caressing my swollen nipples, cupping my breasts, nails scratching my stomach, squeezing my inner thighs, I reached down, deep into the center of my essence, and spread my soul wide. Struggling to reach the waterproofed controls, I found a pulse setting for the jets. It was perfect.The oiled bubble bath made the steaming-hot water slick on my skin, slick enough that I easily slid a finger inside my ass to hasten the process of my worship. I recalled Roland, the drooling hotel concierge, called the conserje, and his mottled, perverted power being drawn into me through spiritual osmosis. My thoughts turned to Melissa, how her fiery temper led to the fiery destruction of my worldly possessions as I plunged one, then two fingers inside my drenched cunt. Thrusting my digits deep into my overheated sex, reaping my ass, my thoughts traveled to Aphrodite’s kingdom and the multi-orgasmic rapture I had felt. Hips bucking to the rhythm of my moans, I thought of Matthew, my mayordomo at my beck and call. His vibrant sexual energy of youth and optimistic enthusiasm had filled me; I had just been too preoccupied to let the desires consume us.As I neared divine release I could feel his energies swirling about me. I felt a hard, potent red emanating from his well-muscled flesh, his man-flesh in particular. My mind’s eye could feel him, spiritually taste him. I sensed his energy as if he were near. My moans echoed through the large, tiled chamber, sounding like the goddess, herself, in the throes of orgasm.Hurling my soul outward, in search of his primal energy, my immortal self stopped its quest just beyond the door to my bathroom. In my mind’s eye, I saw his multi-colored energy, leaning against the wall, pumping his cock furiously.Opening my eyes I moaned out, “I take it you have my clothes, Matthew?” My passion flowed through me. “Oh, uuugh, that feels so good.”His pulsing energy abruptly stopped, replaced by simmering yellow. His shriek of guilty shock made me suppress a laugh. “I, ah, I, I just got in with them,” he lied, terribly.“Come in here, now,” I ordered, my voice betraying my overwhelming need for release.“I can’t. I’ll get fired!” he lamented.“You’re my mayordomo. If you don’t please me, you’ll also get fired. So come in here and please me. I need it. I need you to fill me with your power.”“I shouldn’t,” he cried in anguish.“That only makes it better!” I climbed out of the tub. “Now undress and fuck me. You can’t resist me; you’re under my spell.”I didn’t give him time to respond. My body dripping from the water, my cunt dripping from my own arousal, I left the bathroom and saw him, just a foot away from the doorway, with his cock out. He had been masturbating to me. The thought thrilled me.I grabbed him by the cock and led him across the cavernous suite to the soft-cushioned couch. Pulling his pants off of him, I knelt before him and took his young, hard cock into my mouth. Quieting his protests that it was unprofessional, I could feel his energy flowing into me. I was once more revitalized, filled with glowing, heated energy.Pausing to unbutton his stately uniform, my eyes were delighted to discover washboard abs, well-defined muscles everywhere, and his chest heaving with delight. Straddling him, as his tongue sought my nipples, I fed him my swollen breasts and mounted that large, well-defined muscle between his legs.Thrusting down deep and hard until it hit the wall of my flowing cunt, I moaned in divine ecstasy, rising back up and slamming myself down even harder. Matthew’s hips bucked upwards to meet my thrusting, his own moans and voice mingling with my sighs and screams of pleasure.“I love you!” he shouted. I could feel his muscles clenching, so strong that they nearly catapulted me off his lap, his thighs covered in my juices. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks so hard I felt that he was going to rip me apart from the outside; his cock was so big and hard that it felt like it was going to tear me apart from the inside.“Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I screamed out as my vision blackened and I found myself heady with energy and power. I floated through the endless void, pushed by our mutual thrusts, until I lay at Aphrodite’s feet, nothing more than an entity of lust and passion with a huge cock driving me closer and closer to lusty deification.“I’m cumming,” Matthew announced. His hot jizz shot inside of me, sending flashes of smoky light into my core, the colors matching his powerful, youthful aura. His orgasm filled me to overflowing with energy and triggered a glorious seizure in my physical body.