You consider the options of how this could play out as the car drives passes the entrance sign and onto the grounds of The Grand Plaza Hotel . You are sorely tempted to turn this building -famed for its luxary and type of clientele it caters for- into a massive brothel full of prostitutes, wild orgies and other debauched activities. Eventually you decide against that idea and leave everything as normal. For now.
Sarah parks the car outside the hotel's main entrance. A young man dressed in a smart Porter's uniform promptly approached the Lamborghini. His eyes eyes bulged and his jaw dropped when he saw Sarah sitting in the driver's seat. He tried admirably, but ultimately failed to not look down at her clevelage which was promnimently on display.
"W-w-welcome to the Grand Plaza Hotel" he stammered out "would you like me to park for you?" he asks Sarah while blushing profusely.
Sarah batted her big lashes at him as his face turned a deeper shade of red "That would be great honey" she purred seductively.
She opened the car door and took the arm offered by the Porter. "Oh" she exclaimed "my bag!". She began rummaging in the well of the door for her bag. Her barely covered ass was right in the face of the gaping Porter. She looked over her shoulder, giggled and wiggled her ass giving him a show. Eventually she stood up and from within her purse got out a card. As she surrendered the car to the Porter she gave him a wink and slipped the card into his hand. Unable to meet your gaze the Porter gets into the Lamborghini and drives away.
"That is a calling card!" you think to yourself, amazed in the transformation of your girlfriend.
Before entering the Hotel you wish for you to be wearing a smart suit. A split second later you are wearing the latest Hugo Boss suit. You take her by the hand and enter the Hotel. You enter the lobby and you marvel at the luxurious decor, including a magnificent Chandelier. However you notice that everyone is staring at Sarah. The women are glaring at her, while the men are giving her admiring looks. You get a salute from a young businessman. Walking like you owned the place you made your way to reception. |