Olympic:

Eleni:

Vlad and Olenka have returned.

On Vlad's orders, I find myself replacing Yelena and Yainni at the hotel reception. He also demanded that I come to work wearing the receptionist's uniform, which is a gray dress with short sleeves, and he forbade me to wear my valerinas. My feet are killing me, I've been riding in a pair of gray 9-inch heels for five hours.

The guests that will be present at tonight's masquerade ball have been arriving little by little, after two months working as Manager, I have noticed that Dracùl Haus offers exclusive events at least once a month. Last month in April, the Red Night was celebrated and now in May, this same night, L'Masquarade (the masquerade) will take place.

The morning and part of the afternoon consisted of the endless procession of millionaires, celebrities and socialites arriving at the hotel. They come to the dance in pairs, during the same they must find their companions before midnight because otherwise the lost lover will have free way to spend the night with another person.

I growl inside myself, last month's event was a massive orgy and this month's is an excuse to cheat. I shake my head in denial, if the rich and powerful spent their money on useful things, centuries ago poverty and hunger would have been eradicated in the world. It is also true that the money raised will be given to charities, but well...
It's already four in the afternoon and the soles of my feet are burning, these heels keep them in an awkward position. I haven't walked around in them but reception protocol demands that I greet each guest by standing up. I'm about to kick off my shoes and massage my aching insteps when a white limousine pulls up outside the hotel and the driver honks his horn twice. The bellboys rush outside to open the limo doors and take the luggage of the newcomers respectively.

I recognize Mr Corvino and his cousin instantly.

—Right on time.- Vlad comments next to me, startling me. Where the heck did it come from?
He watches the new guests walk toward the hotel doors, picks up a remote control and starts playing a song over the lobby speakers, turns to me, transfixing me with his green gaze.

—Second test Miss Amíntoros. Pay attention to the song playing through the speakers, stay on your feet and don't make a single noise, don't make a moan, and you've won.

Through the loudspeakers of the lobby a melody sneaks in... it has a mysterious touch, it sounds epic and sensual at the same time. I spy one of the televisions and notice that a young man with Asian features sings in a very strong tenor voice, the drums resonate marking an overwhelming, mystical rhythm, the choir that accompanies the main singer makes my skin crawl, I would say that the song sounds sinister even.
I look puzzled as Vlad hides behind the reception desk. He squats down, leaving his face at the height of my sex and with his hands he goes up the hem of my dress slowly, very slowly, caressing my thighs.

God, no! He can't possibly be … He licks the skin of my abdomen through my panties and my eyes widen. Vlad pretends to give me oral sex while I'm hosting Mr. Corvin and Miss Justine! I get wet instantly. He caresses my abdomen with his fingers and taking hold of the elastic of my panties he pulls them, leaving them around my ankles, he spreads my thighs with his hands, he looks up meeting his gaze with mine, then he hides his face between my legs, his breath moistens my sex even more.

The song that plays through the speakers has changed and it seems that a woman is singing, but it is not. The Asian boy sings his melody in a high-pitched tone as if he were a soprano opera singer.
Between my legs, Vlad joins his mouth to the lips of my sex in a fierce kiss. I bite the inside of my cheek. My breasts are heavy and my nipples are hard as marbles.
—Miss Amíntoros, it's always a pleasure,-Mr. Corvin greets me.

—What a surprise to find you acting as a receptionist.-comments the model in a sarcastic tone.

Through the speakers, the singer launches a very high and impossible note in that tone that imitates a woman and Vlad runs his wet and hot tongue all over my channel, then introduces the tip of it into my sex. I snap my eyes shut and instantly tense, all the blood’s draining from my face. My legs are weak, I hold on to the reception desk to keep from falling.
—Are you feeling ill, Miss Amíntoros? You’ve turned pale.- Mathieu comments in a concerned tone.

I give him a grimace disguised as a smile, Vlad grazes my clit with his tongue and I breathe through my teeth, grinding them to keep from moaning.

— I've got a sudden migraine.- I explain.- Will you be in separate rooms?
I sound breathless, like I'm running a marathon.

— Yes. – answers Mr. Corvin.

I confirm the reservation they already had, I assign them rooms on the same floor of the hotel, one in front of the other and I swallow dry. Vlad has two fingers inside me and moves them as if in a hurry. My lips tremble, I must look crazy, I think I'm even having a nervous tic right now, one of my eyelids trembles convulsively.
I take the cards that open the guest rooms that I just received and hand them to him.

— Room 412 and 413 respectively.- I whisper.- Have a happy stay.

Justine takes her card and walks away in the direction of the elevator. Mathieu looks at me for a moment and smiles in my direction. Behind the reception desk, Vlad licks my clit and sucks it between his lips, his fingers digging into the skin of my hips, preventing me from moving, my heart seems like it's going to come out of my mouth. I have goosebumps and I am breaking out in a cold sweat. The singer returns to his tenor voice.

— Perhaps you should take some painkiller.

—Huh?-I babble incoherently.
Mathew repeats his question and goes on to say I don't know what. My mind blocks his blah blah blah. Vlad has pushed me to the limit with his mouth, his tongue and his fingers, I am focused on the sinful sensations that have spread from my belly taking over my entire body.
Vlad's fingers find my G-spot and attack it so raw and roughly my toes go numb. My legs are shaking, I've been wearing high heels for too many hours, standing up and sitting down repetitively for too many hours.

My muscles are tense, my belly burns. My senses are overloaded by the sensations, the danger, the excitement, the music... In the song that comes out of the speakers, the beautiful soprano voice sounds again, the song is about to end and I... Am about to com

''Tu puoi tutto se lo vuoi. Sempre avanti più che puoi!''
Vlad licks my clit.
''Tu puoi! Sempre avanti più che puoi! ''
He sucks it between his lips.
''Sì, puoi!''
He moves his fingers in me torturously.
'Sì, puoi!''
He pulls his fingers out and slides his tongue back into me. I come. I come...
The last scream of the song hangs in the air for fifteen seconds while Vlad drinks the juices of my org*sm, completely.
I swallow hard, squeezing my eyes shut, and breathing through my mouth as I stare up at the hotel ceiling trying to catch my breath.

My lungs burn, for a moment I feared my throat would close up. I feel like I've been hit head-on by a train, a train called Vlad Tepes.

—Oh, you really are ill, Miss Amíntoros.-Mathieu observes, he has misinterpreted the expression on my face, no doubt. – I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll see at tonight’s ball ,then.

He walk away and breathe a sigh of relief. Thanks god! Vlad adjusts my panties and lowers my skirt, stands next to me,savoring his own lips. I glance at Mathew who is heading towards the elevator.
I collapse onto the swivel chair.

—Excellent, Elennah. A brilliant performance.- Vlad praises, smirking and looking at me with his sparkling green eyes.

—W-what's the name of that song?- I stammer, still out of breath.

He bursts out laughing and smiles from ear to ear, pressing against me and whispers in my ear.

—The song is called Olimpic.- he answers slyly.

I bite my lower lip, hard.

Olympic... a worthy adjective for the orgasm I just had.