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Room Service
(Jane Snow)

"May I come in?"  He asked, with a Jamaican accent.

"Of...  Of course," I replied as I opened the door wider and stepped to the side.

He had nice, broad shoulders and a barrel chest, which added to his impressive height.  I guessed that he was at least two feet, if not a little more, taller than me.  He obviously worked out, his uniform struggling to contain his massive frame.

The man pushed his cart in first and walked by, smiling at me as he did.  His pearly white teeth contrasted with his dark, ebony skin.  Once he made his way into the room, I closed the door and followed him nervously.

Rick was still quietly sitting in the seat, watching as the black man pulled the dome off the plate and placed it on the coffee table in the middle of the room.  I looked down to see that it was a desert of some sort, with a decorative logo on top.  It was the female sign, a circle with a cross beneath in white, with the male sign, a circle with an arrow pointing up and to the right, in black.

"Ooo...  What's this?"  I asked.

"Your order," he replied as he moved the cart back towards the door.

I was a bit confused as I watched him heading away from me.  He paused and turned, raising his hand up, asking for a tip.  I glanced over at Rick who gave a silent nod, and pointed at my purse on the couch across from the coffee table.

My heart raced even faster as I walked over to the couch and bent over, purposely letting the short robe climb up my ass.  I dug through my purse for a bit and then dropped my wallet and keys on the floor.  My legs began to shake as I bent down even further, taking my time and again, letting the robe ride higher and higher.

I glanced back and saw the black man's eyes nearly bulge out of his head.  He looked over at my husband who only grinned back at him.  I felt a small breeze pass between my legs, my naked sex quivering.

"I'm so clumsy," I said as I grabbed my wallet and slowly stood straight.

I looked inside my wallet and unsurprisingly, there was no cash.  My hands trembled and I looked over at Rick, then at the black man.  I walked slowly towards him, seductively moving my hips side to side.

"I'm sorry, uh..."  I got on my toes and squinted, reading his name tag.  "Winston, I don't have any cash," I continued.

My voice trembled as I nervously folded my arms back behind me, still holding my wallet.  I made sure to bend forward just slightly, giving him clear sight of my cleavage as the robe opened up a bit.  Winston's eyes were obviously on my breasts as he looked down.

"Well ma'am, it is customary to offer a tip," he said.

I smiled up at him and tossed my wallet to the side.  My hands pulled on the knot holding the robe together, letting it open up even further.  His eyes widened as he watched the robe open up, showing off my neatly trimmed bush.

"I do have other ways of giving you a tip..."  I said while running a finger down his red uniform, pausing as it touched his crotch.

He glanced over at Rick and I quickly turned his head back towards me with my free hand.  "No, no, you look over here," I whispered, starting to fully immerse myself.

"Well then..." Winston started as he reached down and unzipped his pants.  "You think you can handle someone like me?"  He questioned.