Hotel Fairy
TheFireKey
Hello my friends! I'm back again with a hot sexy irresistible Nalu story!
I've had it a little tough since we've last seen .. and I'm sick right now so have no school ..
So I got me to write a sexy, hot and irresistible Nalu story again.
Please read this before you read on.
"This is our year and can include sexual words, so I legally put this on the M rated,
and hope you do not manage so do not read further, but instead go out now and wait until you can do it."
Enjoy and read.
Summary:
"Describe your coolest fantasy with two hundred words ..."
It's the hot new starting point for the draw for a fantasy weekend at Magnolias inside hotels Fairy.
PR professionals Lucy Heartfilia has turned inside out on itself in the effort to promote the hotel, whose ultimate goal is to tickle guests' senses.
And Lucy's enthusiasm for the race continues - until she meets the winner.
The sexy single Natsu Dragneel who appeared to live in the Hot - suite proves to be none
other than the man who did not show up at the altar three years earlier.
"Or your biggest mistake ..."
Natsu is willing to do anything to get Lucy back, and even write down his fantasies
and innermost dreams and let her read what he had written.
The fantasies and dreams were made to become a reality in the suites luxury bed ...
But can Natsu and Lucy distinguish fantasy from reality when the weekend is over?
First chapter.
Armed with their two most important attributes Strode Lucy Heartfilia by Fairy Hotel's lobby.
The cell phone was sitting as usual glued to her ear, and her broad smile was as usual on the spot.
Lucy worked as PR manager at Magnolias newest and hottest luxury boutiques and beauty salons in the lobby,
devoted many hours a day to talk on the phone. She had practiced in a smile that was perfect.
Above aside what happened, she showed up in a brilliant smile to hide their true feelings.
It was her weapon and worked well as protection against the outside world.
A gossip columnist had resembled her at the popular smiley - the old man that appeared everywhere in the email and
sticker and were as numerous as flies around a sugar cube.
Instead of feeling offended had Lucy laughed and started collecting Smiley - gadgets.
- The flowers in the lobby is not enough fresh, she said now to one of Magnolias well-known florists.
If Lucy revealed publicly that she was dissatisfied with his products, it would be the end of his achievements here in town.
In that case, he could expect to get start selling cut flowers on the market instead.
It was tough, but Lucy felt no pity. She assumed that it always did their best. If he had not ambitions,
like be creative and structured, then that man had not in this kind of business to do, she reasoned.
The lobby was decorated in Art Dec o - style, was so handsome that paradise flowers started to wilt after just a few hours, teased her to thousand.
While Lucy was arguing with the florist, she went in thinking through their ideas to the marketing of R.A.J Jewelry's fall collection show of jewelry.
It would be a prestigious and glamorous show and Lucy had to fight hard to win it.
She was determined to make it as successful and acclaimed that the company in the future would book all their lunch parties on Fairy.
Photos slid past her mind's eye as PowerPoint - presentation. Why not an elephant that made people think of Indian sapphires and rubies?
A man dressed as a maharajah could ride on it with a treasure chest behind him on the saddle.
Oh what a wonderful idea! They would have silk tents and maybe a theme with bazaars ...
Was it possible to get an elephant at Magnolia? Lucy wondered if they were housebroken or if she must go out and hunt for diapers in elephant size.
Her guiding principle was "Think big!" But sometimes it happened that she surpassed herself.
The decor she created to market a new fair trade coffee varieties from growers in South America would have been perfect.
Every single green vine and every artificial tree had been in place.
Lucy had borrowed tame parrot from a pet shop, she even had built a lagoon and hired live crocodiles.
Salsa Music had caressed visitors' ears and the smell of freshly ground coffee had permeated the air.
On little tables had been exquisite flavor bits from the South American cuisine. It would have been perfect.
Since it had come as a complete surprise when the crocodiles trying to eat parrots excitedly flew back and forth low over their heads.
The birds had not known where to go and screamed shrilly.
In the resurrection that followed was broken barrier and crocodiles glided out into the hall filled to overflowing and scared impact on visitors.
When Lucy recalled how the adventure ended, disappeared elephant from the PowerPoint presentation. It was as if her internal hard drive had crashed.
No, she had to abandon the elephant!
- I'm just saying that the flowers were not as fresh as I expected, she repeated to the damn arrogant florist on the other line.
- It is not the season for flowers paradise now, he objected. Now take what you get. What were you expecting?
- I had expected that they would be fresh, that is what we pay for. She didn't hissed or yelled at him in the mobile.
Lucy's smile was pasted on her lips despite the florist could not see her.
She endeavored to always be nice and friendly but refused to settle for second best.
In that way, she always get what she wanted. Everything must be perfect.
When she passed the reception desk, she waved to the young girl with the blue hair who helped a young couple to book tickets for a play on Broadway.
A licked businessman sat in one of the sea-green armchairs and read The Strawberry Street Journal,
while his younger female companion flipped in an erotic book ques-site library.
"That will not last," thought Lucy in passing when she swept past.
A lone bartender polished glass Erotique while waiting for guests who wanted to have a drink before lunch.
The entrance door of the stained glass was postponed.
A woman in fax fur and sky-high stilettos wrapped with a black dressed carriers in tow.
He carried her HeartKreud - bags. Lucy guessed that she chose fax fur for moral reasons rather than economic.
She wondered absently woman who would meet and if she was naked under the coat.
Finally she got the florist to reluctantly promise to see what he could do about the flowers.
- It would be great if you could do it today, she said happily and ended the call when she stepped into the elevator.
Levy Macgarden who owned the hotel had it's office in the basement. Lucy took out a stack of entries submitted to the Fairy Fantasy Weekend.
She frowned when the elevator doors opened. It was she who got the idea for a dream weekend at the hotel as a prize in the competition.
Lucy did not understand why Levi insisted that it be involved in the evaluation. Was it those damn crocodiles still hampered her career?
She was determined that nothing would ruin her success as a marketer.
Since she knew how important Fairy and operations for Levi,
Lucy had decided to gratefully accept the help that condition, the first winner.
Levy's secreted Mirajane Strauss greeted pleasantly and signed to Lucy that she could go straight to the boss.
Lucy swept into the office where her old friend and new boss standing in front of an architectural drawing of the lobby.
Levi was beautiful as an actress. Those who knew her could not believe she was not a blonde bimbo
but Lucy had known her a long time and knew what she went, even though she was blue haired.
Levi examined the drawings with my admiration. The rebuild was important to her.
- And you still don't think you had manage to come this far, yet? , Asked Lucy softly.
Levi turned and gave a soft laugh in return.
- Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and think I have dreamed something so weird that I have opened an erotic boutique.
- I have entries from a few people here who dream to live with us.
- Oh, beep Levy and looked at Lucy with glittering eyes. Have you received the entries?
Levy seemed so excited that Lucy could relax. The manager apparently still trusted her.
She liked the contest idea and that was probably why she wanted to be with and decide what grants would win.
- I have sorted out the idiots and disgusting sick fantasies. Here are the rest. Both women and men have sent in contributions.
- Cool, said Levy, went up to the cream-colored seating group sat down next to Carla - The hotel's cat had curled up in a corner.
The sparkling pink necklace was very nicely against the soft white fur.
When the women sat on the couch, she opened a sleepy brown eyes, but closed it immediately again.
Lucy, the pile of entries in the table. She had obviously already read all and also chosen their winner.
If she could not convince Levy to choose the winner, she should stop marketing.
Levy had wanted contributions would be anonymous. Lucy thought it was ridiculous but since Levy was the one who decided she had agreed that the secretary had numbered entries filter before she left them to Lucy. Mirajane had also recorded the entries that were women or men because the price in addition to a paid weekend at the hotel also included the escort over the weekend by a host or hostess. It had not been easy to choose the hosts.
Since Lucy wanted the race would have style, she had decided not to use the term escort.
The selected hosts and hostesses were all young, attractive and interesting.
Moreover, they felt Magnolia inside and out. The hosts got their own rooms and a hefty fee for their efforts.
It was also important that all were single. None of them were living in a stable relationship.
Although not the six included in the price was Fairy a sensual paradise.
It happened that people were lit at each other but Lucy did not want to risk someone was unfortunate in love during a stay at their hotel.
No one knew better than she how much it could do. Her own well-organized wedding had ended in disaster.
She shuddered and turned attention to Levi flipped through the entries equal luster that if she chose among the chocolates out of a gift box.
- I do not know where to start, said Levy and shot over the pile to Lucy. Can't you read them out loud, like one after another?
- Some are quite ... intimate, objected Lucy and thought about the contribution she has chosen as the winner.
She shuddered with pleasure when she had read it.
Contributions numbers twenty-four sounded like it was written by a man she wanted to know.
Lucy had already decided to stay at the hotel and introduce himself when he eventually came to accept their awards.
- We can take turns reading them aloud, suggested Levy. That way we can discuss them in turn.
- Okay, agreed Lucy and spread the sheets on the table.
You are more party girl than me and knows what goes home, she grinned and looked at her friend. Be good enough to start.
Levy was now a respectable hotel owner and lived with a nice man, but she had been very wild in her youth.
That part of her personality would never completely disappear, although she seemed to have settled down.
She nodded and let a well-kept nails sliding across the sheets of paper.
Then she chose a contribution.
- This is from a woman. Let's see what she has written, said Levy and then looked up at Lucy. What were your conditions for competition?
- You should write two hundred words, describe a dream you wanted to achieve over a weekend at Magnolias sensual boutique, Lucy recited from memory.
No invited to participate in the competition were published in national newspapers and magazines and in some radio stations in the area.
- "My dream," read Levy. "Is to spend the whole weekend without clothes." She looked at Lucy: - I thought you had sorted out the idiots?
We are certainly very tolerant here at Fairy but we can not accept nudist fan dom here.
- Continue.
- "I would sleep naked between thin silk sheets, waking up naked and order up room service," she read on with raised eyebrows.
"Of course, I wear a robe when Batman comes, but during it, I would be naked. Both he and I would know it."
Levi put the sheet to the right on the table. - Awesome. This girl wants to run around naked and lie with room service.
It will be the first premium in No - pile. Now it's your turn, she went and sat back.
Lucy saw that number twenty-four was in the middle of the sheets were spread in a fan shape. Because she wanted Levi could read it herself, she chose another.
- This comes from a guy, she said. "My dream is to find the right one and love slowly and passionately with her in a bear trap in front of a fire." She looked at Levy. - Should I continue?
- The guy belongs not only at home in the mountains, he has no imagination. Bear trap?, repeated Levi and shook the head of hers.
Send him back to the eighties. I hope there are better contribution.
They read on. Some wanted SM and the others were exhibitionists.
An energetic guy wanted to make love in any room in the hotel but he wrote humorous and pleasurable that he put in the Grant Yes - pile.
A woman with fantasies of Cinderella made them laugh out loud. The grant was emotionally and subtle. It ended up at the top of Yes - pile.
She would be one of the four winners of a fantasy weekend at Fairy,
but Lucy was hoping that number twenty-four would win the first weekend that would be something special.
The pile of unread entries became less and less. After a while, they had little more than six grants Yes - pile.
No - pile was much larger. Lucy wished she could read her favorite, but let it remain on the table.
Finally, there were only two left and it was Levy's turn.
She hesitated with the hand over them, but then chose grant number forty.
It was from a woman who simply wanted to be waited on and relax from work and home.
She wanted a weekend in a luxury suite where she could eat food that someone else cooked and where she could be in peace for himself.
- That's a dream I would not mind getting filled with, agreed Levi when she stopped reading.
- I agree, 'said Lucy.
- When did we become workaholics? asked Levi, but then grinned.
For me it started when I decided to move in with my dad and opening hotels. It's the best I've ever done, she laughed.
- It was the absolute, Lucy sighed and thought about her own situation and her aptitude for workaholic. I never seem to be able to slow down.
- You have been booming ever since your wedding day, interjected Levy friendly.
- I can read the latest grant, said Lucy and grabbed the sheet so quickly that she cut on the sharp edge of the paper.
- I've wondered why you never want to talk about him, said Levy.
They had been friends for so long that Lucy did not even tried to pretend to misunderstand her friend.
They had gone to school together all three. Levy, the girl who was born with a gold spoon in the mouth but had a tragic childhood,
Lucy with ambition, scholarship and lots of energy and so Natsu, the charming muscular student whom she loved and wanted to marry.
- I do not brood over the past. It is present in force. If I tell him, it would mean that he means something to me. He does not anymore, said Lucy and bowed her head over the last entry.
"Fairy. Whenever I hear the word I think of how darkness falls, how we whisper secrets to each other and love slowly and deeply while the world sleeps. And when she so wish, she take full control over both of them. She points to the chair without saying anything. I sit still. Watching her. There are mirrors in the room. She does not look at himself, just me. I can only see small glimpses of her but all mirror images makes me crazy. If I try to get up and walk up to her, she stops stripping and shaking the head. Now she is almost naked. before she climbed off completely, she came up to me and sits astride my thighs.
Then I hear the woman I love to breathe next to me in bed. Which secrets I whisper her? What a dream I want to share with her?
Here it is: The woman I dream of is so confident in their sexuality, so sure of their strength that she let go of control total and give herself to a man she trusts.
I imagine this woman as she slips into my hotel room in an elegant black dress and high heels that emphasize her long slender legs.
She has her hair on the head and is dressed as if to go dinner at an expensive restaurant., it is completely silent.
I can see her reflection from all direction. Slowly she pulls down the zipper on her dress and wriggles out of it. now she just sexy black underwear.
A thong, a see-through bra, girdle and stockings. She undresses slowly with a teasing smile.
No. Not yet., I can barely sit still. If she had tied me had it's been easier to endure, but she stops me with just a glance.
I can see her and feel her scent but I will die if I do not get to touch her, feel her, take her.
Yeah, I think. Finally. She unties my tie, pulls it off and before I can react, she tied it over my eyes. "
Lucy stopped and gasped. Her cheeks heated and had even got goose bumps on her arms.
She took a bottle of mineral water on the table and took deep sips of it.
"No, I say. I want to see her but she just laughs. Then she takes my hands and let me touch her. It feels as if I've known this woman for life while I know we have never met, I caress her skin and feel how hot she is,
I can take off her bra, but I'm about to go crazy because I can not see her.
I touch her most intimate parts and know that she wants me. Will she let me love her I do not know. , I squirm but it is her who decides. "
When Lucy stopped reading she felt the tingle between her thighs. She lifted her head and looked at Levy.
- That's more than two hundred words, she pointed out.
And suddenly they start to giggle as the schoolgirls they were when they met for the first time.
- I do not get it. He sounds so hot, 'said Lucy, finally.
- I was hot to listen to that stuff, concurred Levy.
- Well, what do you say?
Levy leaned her head to one side and thought about it.
- The woman with the Cinderella fantasy belongs in a cheap motel room in comparison to this.
- Yes, this man corresponds Fairys concept with erotic pleasure, sighed Lucy.
Hostess course, need not fulfill his dream but I think he is a person we want as a customer.
He is sensual and not afraid to show it. Apparently he likes women and has no problem with allowing the woman to take command.
I wish there were many such men, she laughed.
Levy looked thoughtfully at her.
- Okay, I hear what you say, she replied, nodding briefly. We have appointed our first winner. Tell it to Mirajane. So she may arrange the rest.
Lucy nodded and put the contributions in the red folder. She wished she had to know what would happen next in Mr. Twenty fours imagination.
-:-
End of Chapter 1 .
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(note: had edit this story now, hope there is no more grammar problems! )
TheFireKey.