Date: Sun, 6 May 2018 14:36:50 -0700
From: R K <urpalomapal@gmail.com>
Subject: Suggestive Body Language Chapter 1

Where to start... well, at the moment Mr. Joseph Tinsdale was chowing down
on my cock. He was plain hungry, more so than last time. He was trying to
bring me off at an almost feverish pace, and his technique was improving
I'll give you that, as he had me hard in a matter of moments. Understanding
this, I imagined his own cock to be rock hard and dripping the telltale
signs of a terrific libido, straining for its reward. He truly enjoyed
giving head, and I truly enjoyed receiving head. Unlike some, he enjoyed my
standing just inside his room, he naked, me still dressed in my 100%
polyester uniform, holding his tray in my arms, with him fishing out my
cock through the trouser zipper and having at it!

Once I climaxed, it was a good load (my fourth of the day) he swallowed
greedily, cleaned up as best as he was able, quietly placed my spent and
flaccid cock back into my trousers, stood up, signed for his late-night
meal, took his room Service Tray from my arms, thanked me, and bid me a
good evening. There was the now standard $35.00 tip added to his check, and
I was dismissed.

Yes, Mr. Tinsdale was a regular, and we had a routine, and it is good.

Now, a little background. My name is Chad, I am 6'4", @ 190 and have always
enjoyed a swimmers build, a perfect smile thanks to six years of
orthodontics, I am a college graduate with a degree in Hospitality
Management Human Resources, with a minor is social psychology, many of my
term papers, were on the understanding and tapping into the nuances of the
quiet communications and the effects of suggestive body language. This
field of study had proven lucrative and satisfying.

I am an evening Room Service Server at a 4-star Hotel in the San Francisco
Financial District. Larger than a boutique hotel, but smaller than a
convention hotel, with about 300 rooms; a discreet venue catering to
primarily traveling executives who were attorneys, their support staff,
banking and insurance directors, and their ilk.

In 2010 , while the country was still reeling from the great banking and
housing crash of 2008, recent college graduates were not finding jobs in
their fields at all. My degree from Cornell's hospitality program got me in
the door, my HR emphasis was not as strong as their Food & Beverage, or
Rooms Management programs, thus I took what I could get. That was my foot
in the door, and a promise of entering their Jr. Management program once
the economy improved enough to start that program up.

With my work in suggestive body language, I had taken what I had learned
for my own personal gain. This was fun. It started while still in
college. I focused on sex. I was in my twenties, and well ...

my cock is impressive my most standards, about 8 inches, uncut, with
wonderful veins running its length, erect it bumps up to about 9.5, a
show-er, not a grow-er, but impressive nevertheless.  With my swimmers
build, I could literally project my hips in such a way as to announce my
member for all the world to envision. I am discreet, and usually save this
trick for my tricks...

This started with a new roommate in my college dorm, he was new to the
campus transferring from an ivy league school after his parents took a
financial bath in 2008 and had to tap into his college fund to make their
mortgage. Clyde was also a hospitality major, and ready to be of service in
a service industry, and willing to be of service to me. With the completion
of my first paper on the subject, and the cum laded results of my 10
personally actuated trials. I set out with Clyde in my sights.  The poor
guy didn't know what hit him... or did he... I stopped wearing underwear
the day he moved in, I then purchased lounge wear a size too small. I took
the upper bunk, and slept in the nude, I masturbated every night in bed,
sometime verbally sometimes not, I was careful to take care of my morning
wood before he was awake so he would awaken to the sounds, smells, and
vibration of the bunk bed with his own morning wood raging. He soon joined
in and bringing himself pleasure without regard, and was enjoying himself,
we were soon like 7th graders in the small clearing behind the barn,
(another story) but we were in our dorm room, in private. I know it was not
a nice thing to do; but I came back to the dorm one day with my right arm
in a sling, unable to effectively relieve the tension of the hour. I
pleaded with Clyde to jack me off, as he was getting ready to relieve
himself, he complied. Confessing that he had wanted to "work my monster for
a while", (his words not mine). In a few days he was able to bring me off
masterfully, a few tutorials, and giving him the confidence, and reward for
a job well done was a handful of my cum. The transition to providing head
was easier than I had thought, I did not hurt that Clyde's girlfriend was
still at his previous Ivy league. While still a virgin, she educated him in
the art of "going down". With my arm in the sling, and my tighter than they
needed to be loungers, and in the heat (imagined or otherwise) I told him I
could not cum without this lips touching my cockhead it was just not going
to happen, and feigned anguish, and anxiety about not cumming, he wanting
to be of service, and wanting his reward for a job well done, he took this
on as a personal challenge; and he went down on me, I came (on queue) and
he was rewarded, he didn't swallow at first, jumping out of the way of my 5
volleys towards the ceiling, but he was so proud.. (hehehe)

Fast forward to my gig as a room service server. About six months in, I was
getting very bored, I had taken the evening shift as it was busier, and the
shifts went quickly at the start, usually 3 to midnight. As the lasting
effect of my work with Clyde, who by the way graduated with honors, and now
works at the Waldorf; I continued free-balling, or going commando, not
wearing underwear.  As I was onboarding into Room Service, I was fitted for
my uniform by the hotels tailor, he was generally on hand to manage Guest
cleaning, and minor repairs of the traveling executive. But he also issued
my 4 sets of uniforms, dark flannel colored grey slacks, crisp white shirt,
burgundy vest, yellow bow tie... Marcel was a qualified tailor rarely given
the opportunity to ply his trade. When I first met him he asked that I step
in front of the mirrors to work on the hem, by 6'4" frame required a
customization of the standard uniform inventory, while standing in front of
the mirrors, his little bald head and wire rim glasses were right at my
waist level, he noticed rather adroitly that I was dressing right, in that
my cock fell along my right thigh under the drape of the gray flannel
colored polyester, he immediately hiked up the waist of the slacks to more
closely see the outline of my cock sans underwear. This impressed him, at
that point I projected my hips ever so slightly forward to further display
my equipment. He asked that I put my arms up in air above my head, and
quickly pulled by trousers down, to see that my cock naturally dressed
right, it did... then pulling them back up, he said to relax my hips, that
he knew what I was doing. I was impressed at his perception. He then
unzipped the trousers, and with what seemed to be one motion had my flaccid
cock in his mouth with his tongue expertly sliding itself under my
foreskin. It felt great; I am still with my arms in the air looking in the
three-way mirror, this was such a surprise, I got hard, and came very
quickly. I was going to enjoy my tenure in San Francisco.  We then set out
to discuss how he would tailor my slacks in such a way as to highlight the
equipment favoring my right side, so with the slight projecting of my hips,
I would suggestively use my body language to promote my equipment for
use. Standing in a relaxed position, the drape of the slacks concealed my
package nicely. He was an expert in his craft, after three more fittings,
three more blow jobs, I was ready to ply my trade!

At first it was just about sex and getting my nut, if I delivered a meal to
a room, and the guest opens the door naked, (which happens more than you
know), I project my hips, he would ask if "I played" my response to this
was usually, yes, and that as I was on the clock, it would have to be a
blow and go. He blew, I went ... quickly, and generally a $20 tip was
added, I would say this in one breath, with my hips projected in my
tailored slacks, the message was well received more times than not.

After the first week, Mary Smithson, the Room Service Manager was asking
about these rather large tips, as she reconciled payroll weekly. I was
ignorant that these would be seen by anybody and assumed the just processed
through to my direct deposit. Again, I projected by hips, and shared with
her how I was discreetly using my body language technique to gain these
large tips, she immediate wanted in on the action, and for me to fuck her
quickly and quietly in the basement of the hotel. I complied and cut her in
at 20% payable every payday. She was the last stop before my direct
deposit, and everything else went through discreetly and quietly. Mary then
worked hard to see that I was hard, and working hard, as she was
incentivized to ensure that I was delivering meals to male executives
travelling alone, and ordering late night meals, basing my "tip" on their
room rate, they would tip more if they were paying more for the room, once
the tip of my cock was tickling their tonsils. Mary was genius, and I was
starting to enjoy or clandestine fucks in the basement, they were quick,
effortless, and satisfying...  I can recover in about 30 minutes, or the
time it takes to cum, zip, say thank you for the generous tip, make my way
downstairs, and ready another tray for another order. Dammit, this was
working, and I was on a high, getting my nut, 6 or 7 times a day, bringing
in about nearly $200 a day after Mary's cut and fuck, in addition to my
regular earnings, this was really happening. My work in college was of
value in the real world.

I was on occasion propositioned for more than my cock down their
throats. time was limited, and tickling their prostate with my significant
Glans, did not get me off as quickly as soft lips, and a warm tongue, and I
could be moving on to the next room, the next trick, the next tip.

Some of our regular Guests, were starting to become regular tricks, and
were afforded late night meals delivered by myself, many of these attorneys
were here monthly so we saw them regularly, and regularly we started to
learn what would bring them pleasure. Mr. Tinsdale for instance, an
attorney, married with kids from Sacramento came for a monthly meeting,
about 40 – ish, HWP, a 4" cock that grew to about 8" when my 9-1/2 was
between his lips... he loved to slide his tongue beneath by foreskin as I
was hardening, he liked that I just stood there with his regular order on
the tray above his head in my arms until I creamed, he was very matter of
fact, with a cheerful "see you next month Chad"

Mr. Clayton Smith often had x-tube porn running on his laptop, he had a
thing for my uniform as it was, and was always completely dressed is his
Saville Row tailored suit, he was also married, about mid 50's, On or about
the 3rd delivery, he asked in a very CEO manner, that I leave my shirt and
tie, and vest in place but drop trow, he would then fish out his own uncut
6", on the thin side...with a terrific UK tone in his voice, and speaking
cadence would thank me, and drop to his knees. . He was an easy mark, as
Mary had deduced from his stays at a sister property back east. She
accessed his travel particulars, always travelled alone, stay in a small
suite, always worked late, returning to his room for an in-room burger and
fries, and a good but not expensive bottle of red. On his arrival she
arranged for his particulars so that all was ready when he called down, he
was very pleased, and took my suggestive nuances like a duck to water,
feeling and believing he was one and only, I left him with a mouth full of
cum, and a grin. He always tipped me $50.00. Mary earned her cut... and
then some on him.



Sir Jonathan Wesley, a mid-30's kind of guy, did not have the attorney
vibe, I really don't know what brought him to our hotel once a month, Mary
had learned he only stayed at our property, his room and meals were billed
to a talent agency in Hollywood. As with most HWP men of color, he was hung
like a horse, he had at least 10 flaccid inches, that he would rub against
my 8 , till we both got hard, and thick, the guy was beer can thick, I was
dwarfed, and a little unsure of his "need" but like a duck to water, (me
this time) let him drop my trousers, and he dropped to his knees, he was an
expert, in another space and time, I would have paid him, but I now had
Mary to answer too, and the next delivery already on the books. Sir
Jonathan drained my snake, swallowed by jiz, always placed my expended cock
back into my slacks making extra effort to dress me left, as the slacks
were not tailored in this way, there was a bulge, he liked that. His tips
were not always at the going rate, but in this case, it was fine, and Mary
allowed this latitude if she was getting her daily fuck in the
basement. Which she was

Chester the molester, as Mary called him, his name was Chester March, he
came once a month, and always came on the carpet as he was blowing me. He
always came before me, was an accountant of some sort always had tons of
banker boxes in his petite suite, opened the door, wide open, naked and
hard, I would walk in with his tray, and with my arms full, he would very
quickly slide his hand under my vest, and give my right nipple a solid
twist, I was surprised the first time, and equally surprised that I felt
that twist in the bottom of my balls... Chester would take the tray from
me, place on the bed, and ask that I drop my trousers, I complied, and he
would drop to his knees and bury his nose in my pubic hair, I was neatly
trimmed, but there was always some to be had for the burying of ones nose,
he enjoyed this, I think as much as swallowing my load, which once he got
to work, was pretty good, and I usually came pretty quick, that nipple
twist starting a reaction... and he would swallow, then I was onto the next
delivery

Mr. Jeremy Holden was one of mine, and Mary favorites, we would call, and
speak to Room Service in advance of this scheduled stay, to insure I was
working, and that I would be available to deliver his burgers and beers at
7:30PM on each night of this stay, usually three nights at a time. He was
so fucking matter of fact, we always felt he had these arrangement at every
hotel. He was in his late twenties / early thirties, fit with nice abs, and
a swimmer's physique, was always pleased to see me at his door. I was not
sure what fantasy I was fulfilling, but I always got the impression I was
just part of this experience. And this happened 3 nights in a row every
other month. He always tipped $50, and often would wear a sleep mask when
he opened the door naked and hard, I would enter, put his tray on this the
desk of his standard room, he would come up behind me, place his hands
around by torso, expertly , even without the benefit of sight would undue
my trousers, allow my slacks to slide down my muscular thigh's, and tight
calves, he would then drop to his knees behind me, and place his hand
between legs to delicately jack off my soft cock form behind and
below... this brought me to mass fast! With his hands then on my hips, he
would turn me around with some force whereas my low hangers would swing a
bit at the sudden movement, I would feel them slap against my thighs, he
would then place my now engorge knob between his lips and pull by man seed
from those low hangers, and often joke about what kind beer I had had at
lunch, it was a little scary had accurate he could be in this regard...

This is not such much a story but an ongoing effort to continue the
suggestive body language work I had started in college with Clyde. If there
is interest I will chronicle more of our regulars, all in the name of
psycho – social science... yeah right.. you just must tell me... please
advise at urpalomapal@gmail.com... And donate to Nifty, I have, and will
continue to do so