016. Special Room Service

The apartment was fortified with an array of high-tech security protocols—cameras, biometric scanners, and keycard entries—designed to keep intruders out. Yet, Litsi strolled through them with an almost casual indifference. Nadezhda watched in fascination as each barrier fell away at the mere touch of Litsi’s hand, as if the complex systems recognized her authority. It was the same effortless control she had demonstrated with the car, a power that seemed to defy the logic of this world.
No access cards, combinations, or keys were needed. They passed through the main entrance, the elevator, and the bulletproof glass door of the corridor as if they were mere suggestions, not barriers. Litsi moved with a calm, unhurried confidence, as though she belonged there. But when they reached a sleek door with a golden plate bearing the number 304, Litsi halted. She turned to face Nadezhda, her expression shifting into something unfamiliar, something the young woman had never seen before.
"So, you want to know who I really am?" Litsi's voice took on a darker, more intense tone as she locked eyes with Nadezhda. Her playful demeanor had vanished, replaced by a seriousness that sent a chill through the air. "Whatever you see, whatever you hear, don’t flinch. Don’t run. Not a sound. Just follow my lead and do exactly what I tell you."
Nadezhda nodded, her eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and apprehension. Litsi’s words lingered in her mind, heightening her sense of anticipation. After issuing her instructions, Litsi turned and approached the door of room 304 with a deliberate calm. This time, instead of bypassing the lock with a simple touch, she paused, studying the sleek surface of the door. With an unexpected show of restraint, she reached out and pressed the button below the doorbell camera, as if signaling her presence to someone—or something—on the other side.
"Yes?" came the voice of a man through the speaker, tinged with curiosity.
"Special room service for Monsieur Dorléac," Litsi replied, her sultry voice dripping with allure.
In an instant, a clicking sound echoed as the door swung open. A man in his late thirties stood in the doorway, clad only in a white towel draped from his waist to his knees. His corpulent form was covered in thick body hair, stretching from his arms down to his saggy chest and protruding belly, which he absently caressed with one hand. His gaze, lecherous and lingering, was fixed intently on Litsi.
"Who sent an angel to my doorstep?" he asked, his tone dripping with harassment.
"Heaven, of course," Litsi replied with a teasing giggle, her voice light but laced with an undercurrent of intrigue.
Pressing herself against the wall a few steps from the door, Nadezhda listened as their voices faded into the room. After a moment, she cautiously approached the door. With a gentle push of her fingers, it swung open easily. From the way the door gave way without resistance, it was clear that Litsi had already touched it.
Once inside, she quietly closed the door, the only sound a faint click as it latched shut. The interior of the apartment was beyond opulent, with every detail exuding luxury. Nadezhda felt as though she had stepped into the palace of an extraordinarily wealthy kingdom, each corner dripping with elegance and grandeur.
Despite the stunning opulence of the apartment, Nadezhda remained focused on Litsi’s directive. Purposefully, she followed the woman’s giggles and the man’s bawdy chuckles, navigating through the lavish space. As she approached, the sounds of slurping and heavy breathing grew louder with each step. They emanated from a chamber whose door was ajar just enough for Nadezhda to catch a glimpse. What she saw through the gap left her stunned, her eyes widening in shock.
Litsi's voluptuous body was fully exposed, her erotic moans filling the room as the man lavished her flawless skin with kisses. His hands roamed over her shapely, firm breasts, groping and massaging them with fervent desire. He buried his face between her breasts, his hands deliberately squeezing them from both sides to envelop his face in their softness. Relishing their supple curves, he inhaled their intoxicating fragrance, losing himself in the moment.
As the man explored Litsi's nipples with his tongue, she crawled onto the bed with an alluring grace. Her hips swayed provocatively, presenting her curves in full view. She lowered herself onto all fours, her head down and her rounded backside enticingly elevated. The man knelt behind her, burying his face between her supple buttcheeks, smothering her with passionate kisses that rained across her most delicate part, his tongue exploring her ravenously.
“Your pussy smells like jasmine, but it tastes like ripe prune,” the man said, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “I could easily spend the entire day honoring it, keeping it slick and glistening.”
The red-haired woman responded with a sultry moan, her body arching sensuously as she pressed back against the man's face, urging him to lie down. With a teasing sway of her hips, Litsi settled onto him, her beautiful features illuminated by an expression of unabashed ecstasy. A soft scream escaped her lips, blurring the line between pleasure and abandon, as the man delivered a sharp slap to her firm buttocks.
The sound shattered Nadezhda’s daze, snapping her back from her stunned silence. A wave of embarrassment and disgust surged through her as she watched the scene unfold. She wanted to look away. But Litsi’s words held her captive, a directive as cold and unyielding as iron: witness everything, from start to finish.
As the young woman steeled herself to fulfill the task, her body betrayed her—a sensation she thought she’d left behind. Her knees buckled, and her hands trembled uncontrollably. It was as though humanity, with all its frailties, had seeped back into her very being, reminding her of the limits she had once believed she had surpassed.
Litsi rode the man with unrestrained passion, her breasts jiggling with each sultry movement. The rhythmic clapping of her behind against his thighs echoed in the air, mingling with their lustful moans and the sharp sounds of their heavy breaths. The man's right hand eagerly groped one of her breasts while his left gripped and playfully slapped her firm butt, each touch igniting more fervor in the heated exchange.
"You're so tight!" the man gasped, his voice trembling with anticipation. "I'm about to cum, baby!"
"Fill me up, Monsieur! Give me all of it!" Litsi responded ecstatically, her eyes closed in surrender to the moment.
The man guided her hips, each thrust deliberate and powerful, as if he sought to explore every hidden depth within her. He groaned, the sound rumbling through him like the roar of a wild beast. His body tensed, as though wracked by an electric surge of pleasure. In that perfect moment of shared ecstasy, he reached his climax, and Litsi followed suit, squirting all over the man's lower body, igniting the air with an overwhelming tide of sensation.
But it wasn’t over yet. The man continued to convulse, his face twisted in a grotesque parody of ecstasy, the expression freezing in place as his body jerked uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Litsi’s spasms grew more violent, her fair skin paling to an unnatural chalky white. To Nadezhda’s shock, Litsi’s body began to glow, a faint luminescence emerging from her skin, casting an eerie light like the cold glow of the moon.