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ladelinee · 3 months

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Authors note:Hi! Sorry for any grammar mistakes. It took me a while to finish, but I really enjoyed writing this. Hope you enjoy it too 🖤

Word count: 3,3K

Warnings: SMUT! +18 language, p in v, oral, mixing fluids, intrusive thoughts, and a bit of fluff.

All shook up

Part 4

As we waited patiently for the housekeeping ladies to leave the room, the silence was broken by my frantic breathing and rapid heartbeat. The temperature difference between the heated room and this closet was stark, sending a chill down my spine. The mist rising from my breath made the air thick and damp, and I could sense Elvis's warmth spreading throughout the closet.

On one of my breasts, exposed to the cold, Elvis placed his hand. I could feel his warm breath against my neck, while his nose hovered over my ear, tickling me with his touch.

Elvis's hand began to stir beneath the fabric of my panties, igniting a rush of anticipation. With deliberate slowness, his fingers traced the contours of my slit, delicately exploring the tender bud of my clit. Its swollen state made it an easy target, throbbing with desire.

“Mmm… what do we got here?” he asked with a husky and sensual voice, slowly tracing circles over my clit, causing my panties to become see-through with wetness.

I was in complete ecstasy as I felt Elvis touching me for the first time. In turn, he continued pinching my nipple, sending a wave of excitement and pleasure coursing through my body. His touch was so gentle yet so stimulating, and I could feel my body responding to each touch.

I could hear the cleaners chatting with each other, their voices fading into the background. My concern was far gone while I was enjoying the excitement of Elvis's touch. His body language and the sensuality he emitted could not be resisted. The warmth of his touch and his gentle strokes set fire to my desire, making me crave more and more.

Elvis continued stimulating me in a slow and steady rhythm. While the torture-like pace felt like a drawn-out process, it also added to the intense pleasure. The sensation of being touched and stroked with such gentleness yet so passionately was driving me wild. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing heavily, and let out a soft whimper, anticipating what was next. Then both of Elvis' hands placed on the sides of my panties, slowly pulling them down.

“Don’t let ’em fall to the floor yet,” said Elvis, referring to my panties with a mischievous smile. That prompted me to spread my legs to prevent them from dropping.

“Like this?” I whispered, awaiting his approval.

“Good girl” Elvis added. He knew perfectly how to seduce a woman. I could feel the tingling in my core from those words. One of his hands touched my breasts again, while he trailed small but deep kisses along my neck.

Then I felt him caressing my clit with his other hand, making direct contact this time. His fingers ran through my folds. Elvis stopped kissing me to lean forward and see my pussy in the only line of light emanating from inside the closet and his fingers getting wet in the process.

“All this wetness f’me?” he grunted softly, his breathless smile following suit. With his middle finger positioned at my entrance, he slowly slid it inside. My response was a deep breath, while Elvis observed my reactions with amusement.

I felt the coldness of his belt against my butt, along with his hard bulge, eager to be inside me. Leaning forward, I arched my back, making my butt stick out, drawing closer to him.

"Damn baby" Elvis whispered between gasps, his tone of voice made his excitement evident. He was enjoying the situation and how he wasn't able to control his eagerness to be inside me.

As Elvis was taller, he leaned forward, arching his back slightly to reach and insert his finger completely inside. He began to withdraw and slowly push it back in. As a result, my breasts wobbled, causing one of them to receive a gentle slap. I furrowed my eyebrows, leaning my head back against his chest.

His movements continued slowly as he used the wide palm of his hand to massage my clitoris. I was so needy for him that I unconsciously began to move my hips.

I let out a soft moan of pure ecstasy.

“Did you hear that?” one of the housekeeping ladies asked, pausing in her cleaning for a moment.

Elvis's hand pressed firmly against my mouth, muffling any sound that threatened to escape. At that moment, I froze, every muscle in my body tense with anticipation. My breath caught in my throat, afraid to make even the slightest noise. Despite not being able to see her face, I could feel the tension radiating from the maid, her presence looming over us like an unwelcome spectre. And yet, it was the sudden shift in Elvis's demeanour that truly set my heart racing. The playful seducer was replaced by a man gripped with urgency, his eyes darting around the room, searching for any sign of danger. In that tense silence, every second felt like an eternity, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air.

“Hear what?” came the response from another lady.

A heavy silence enveloped us, stretching for what felt like an eternity as if time had halted its relentless march forward.

“Nothing. I reckon I’ve just been putting in too many hours… Must be my mind playing tricks on me” the lady mumbled, her tone tinged with confusion, before shaking off the moment and getting back to her chores.

Elvis breathed a sigh of relief, as did I, and whispered, “Ya’re a noisy, naughty girl, ain’t ya?” smirking.

Then he withdrew his finger, which had been buried inside me, to gently slap my clit before rubbing it. Despite his hand still covering my mouth, my gasps escaped through my nose in rapid bursts of air.

Elvis approached the entrance to my vagina again, this time with two fingers. He began to insert the tips of both fingers very slowly, feeling how he opened me up.

Suddenly, we heard the voices of the employees walking away from us and the door closing.

Once room service had left, silence enveloped us. I could only hear Elvis’s laboured breathing in my ear. After a few seconds, Elvis gently pushed the closet door open.

“Darlin’…” Elvis sighed in my ear. At that moment, I thought he was going to give up and suggest we stop, considering the craziness of our situation.

“Bed. Now.” he continued in a deep, low voice, this time without whispers.

I began to walk slowly towards the bed, still with one of Elvis’s hands covering my mouth and the other hand buried inside me, while my panties remained halfway between my thighs and my knees.

Once we were in bed, Elvis let go of me. With deliberate slowness, he turned me to face him, undoing the buttons of his shirt until it dropped to the floor. I couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight of his tanned, bare torso. While not overly muscular, it exuded a sense of firmness and tone that intrigued me.

Sensing my distraction, Elvis gently lifted my chin, his gaze locking onto mine with a blend of tenderness and longing. Then, he kissed me passionately, his lips conveying a deep need that echoed my desires.

As he kissed me, Elvis slowly guided me to the edge of the bed, his touch gentle as he caressed my shoulders, removing the unbuttoned shirt that still draped over me. With a deliberate ease, my bra followed, joining the discarded clothes on the floor.

Elvis gently guided me onto the bed, his hand supporting my back, culminating with a tender kiss.

Pausing for a moment, Elvis stood by the bedside, his gaze fixed on me as he began to unbuckle his belt. His eyes lingered on my skirt and my closed legs, anticipation evident in his longing gaze, eager to discover what awaited him.

With a smile playing on his lips, he unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

Once he dropped his pants, his cock sprang forward and hit his stomach. I started rubbing my legs together at the sight of his pulsing length. I wanted him inside me.

Elvis slowly approached me and began to climb my body, kissing my abdomen and ending at my nipples. His fingers slowly slid down my skirt and my panties, removing them.

Once he had gotten rid of them, Elvis came up to kiss me again, our tongues intertwining. My cheeks began to blush, his kisses adding to the wetness between my legs.

His warm torso pressed against mine, and the sensitive peaks of my nipples brushed against his hairy chest.

Elvis started a trail of kisses, tracing along my chin, neck, collarbone, breasts, abdomen, and navel.

"Darlin’ Spread your legs f’me," he said, his gaze fixed on me.

I let out a sigh; I was nervous, excited, and at the same time, shy. Despite my insecurities and uncertainty about whether Elvis liked my body, my desire for him burned intensely.

Slowly, I prepared to spread my legs, exposing my pussy to Elvis for the first time. He admired it with his mouth open, biting his lip in anticipation. My clit was swollen and glossy, surrounded by a distinct wetness.

Elvis started what we had left inside the closet and gently inserted his two fingers into my vagina. I let out a soft moan as he pushed them all the way in. With increasing speed, I felt his warm breath against my skin.

“Elvis…” my moans grew louder, the pleasure was becoming uncontrollable.

Elvis withdrew his fingers from me, and I watched as he examined them, glazed with my fluids, before putting them in his mouth.

“Fuck honey, ya taste so damn good,” he exclaimed once his fingers left his mouth.

Elvis’s arms wrapped around my thighs, his shoulders positioned just below them.

Then, unexpectedly, his tongue ran through my pussy in one smooth motion. I couldn’t help but squirm with pleasure at the sensation, my breathing becoming laboured.

Elvis began to trace circles with his tongue around my clit, alternating between firm and gentle pressure. The pleasure intensified gradually, my moans went in crescendo with each passing moment, and my back arched in response.

As the intensity grew, Elvis inserted his fingers into my vagina, simultaneously sucking on my clit with his mouth. With each movement, his sucking became more intense, his fingers curling inside me.

“Elvis… p-please, stop... I'm about to cum," I gasped, the pleasure overwhelming as Elvis expertly worked his magic, causing my legs to tremble involuntarily as I gripped his black hair.

Ignoring my plea, Elvis only quickened his pace, his fingers moving with a practised rhythm and his suction becoming more intense.

Then it hit me, an orgasm like a tidal wave, building and building until it flooded the room with my ecstatic cries. I couldn't help but cover my mouth, muffling my moans as I rode the waves of pleasure, while Elvis continued to skillfully play with my clit, his gaze fixed on me, enjoying every moment of my blissful surrender.

Elvis’s arms released my thighs as he knelt on the bed, still positioned between my legs.

“You shouldn’t have covered your mouth. Now, I’ll have to make you cum again,” he declared, his blue eyes piercing me slyly as his hand wiped the remnants of my moisture from the corners of his mouth.

Elvis began to touch himself, revealing a glistening tip as he pulled back his foreskin. His cock was so hard that it arched upwards slightly.

Elvis started to caress his tip between my folds.

“Ya want daddy to fuck ya, lil’ one?” he said as he hit his tip on my clit.

“Yes please, fuck me Elvis” I opened my legs even more for him. My pussy was wet again.

He had a way of knowing what I needed; it was like a gift, his eyes lasciviously fixed on me while he lubricated his cock with my fluids.

Then, he began to push the tip at the entrance of my hole, and it slid perfectly inside. Elvis let out a grunt of pleasure as he narrowed his eyes.

After inserting the tip, I began to notice how the walls of my vagina gradually opened. My eyes widened; it seemed like it was too much for me.

“Wait” I gasped, feeling the need to catch my breath. It had been so long since I’d had sex that my vagina needed time to adapt to the thickness of his cock.

“God, you’re so tight, baby” Elvis remarked with parted lips, his expression relaxed with half-closed eyes as if he were on the verge of fainting. But it wasn’t from that; it was from the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing.

His expression of pleasure caused my pussy to lubricate even more. He continued to insert his large length until he filled me. I could feel a slight but pleasant pain when he reached the bottom of my uterus, eliciting a small moan from me.

Elvis kept his cock inside me for a few moments as he adjusted his position. Leaning forward, he positioned his body on top of mine, sinking us both into the mattress as he rested his weight on his arms above my shoulders.

His hips began to move slowly back and forth, pumping his cock into me with long, slow thrusts.

I started to whimper but Elvis inhaled those whimpers with a kiss.

I felt the hair on his pelvis brushing against my clitoris, sending tingles of pleasure through me.

The thrusts began to increase in speed, causing my chest to vibrate against his with each of his harsh grunts. The pleasure was slowly intensifying.

Suddenly overcome with pleasure, I wrapped my legs around Elvis’s waist, allowing his cock to penetrate even deeper, eliciting more intense moans from me.

Caught off guard by my sudden movement, Elvis released my mouth with a light moan. The pleasure was so immense that he grabbed my hips with one hand to fuck me more intensely.

His sideburns grazed against my rosy cheeks as they moved up and down, and his hot breath tickled my ear, causing it to turn red.

I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my mind clouded with desire as I uttered, “E-Elvis, fuck, I think I’m going to cum.”

I could feel Elvis’s smile against my ear. “My lil’ one wanna cum?” he said between gasps, sending a surge of horniness through me.

Elvis buried his face in my hair, gripping my ass tightly as he thrust his cock into me even harder.

My abdomen began to tense, building up to a second orgasm. I held onto Elvis’s back tightly, releasing all the pleasure in the form of loud moans.

Elvis continued to move vigorously, prolonging my orgasm.

“Fuck baby, Daddy is gonna cum in that sweet lil’ pussy of yours.”

His muscles tensed, each powerful thrust driving the pillow hard against the headboard. I could sense Elvis’s intense focus; he held his breath, his mouth silent as he approached climax. Finally, he lifted his face, releasing a guttural moan of pleasure. His nails dug into my skin, his cock pulsating with desire deep inside me.

His face was flushed, a bead of sweat glistening on the tip of his beautiful, perfectly sculpted nose. His plush lips were red and juicy with ecstasy and his black hair stuck in his wet forehead. Then, his piercing blue eyes met mine, observing as my blush faded and my breathing gradually steadied. He smiled back at me and kissed my lips so intensely that he sucked on my mouth. I laughed, I hadn’t felt this good in years.

Elvis slowly leaned back. I could see that his chest was sweaty, just like mine. He reached down, gently withdrawing his cock from my still-spasming vagina. His pelvis was glistening with my fluids.

Without hesitation, he inserted one of his fingers inside me after noticing his cum flowing from my hole.

“This stays where it belongs” he said, winking at me.

In a playful attempt to tease him, I grabbed his hand by the wrist and brought his finger to my mouth, tasting both my fluids and his.

“You taste delicious” I said with a mischievous smile.

Elvis bit his lower lip and shook his head.

“Damn… I could keep ya here all day, ya know that?” He said with a smile as he kissed me. I smiled back.

We gazed into each other’s eyes for a few moments, happiness and satisfaction filling the room.

Gently, Elvis gave a small pat on my leg.

“Let’s get ya cleaned up, darlin’” he said with a voice full of sweetness, an intimate tone that I had never heard from Elvis before.

I slipped out of bed, wrapping myself in the sheet, but before I could even adjust, Elvis playfully whisked it away with a swift movement.

“Now, if ya don’t mind, I’m gonna enjoy the view. Yar body is incredible, baby, and it would be a crime to put clothes on ya” he declared with a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief and admiration.

The moment felt surreal, like a scene from a dream I never wanted to end.

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Doris's hands were clammy with sweat as she approached Angelica's office door, her heart pounding in her chest. Each step felt heavier than the last, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

With a trembling hand, she knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. “Come in,” Angelica's voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding.

Doris hesitated for a moment before turning the doorknob, her pulse racing with nerves.

“Good afternoon, ma'am,” Doris greeted, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting nervously around the room.

Angelica's office was bathed in shadow, the only light coming from the lamp on her desk casting eerie shadows across the walls. Angelica sat on the couch, her face obscured by the documents spread out before her.

“What do you want, Doris?” Angelica's voice was cold, her eyes glued to the paperwork in front of her.

Doris swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. “It's about the ladies who went to clean Mr. Presley’s suite, ma'am. They found something” she began, her voice trembling with apprehension.

Angelica let out a scoff, her disdain palpable even from across the room. “Let me guess, another mess in Presley's suite? Broken furniture? Bullet-ridden walls? Please, not another monkey” she sneered, her frustration evident in every word.

“No, ma'am. It's Miss y/ln jacket,” Doris replied, her hands shaking as she held it out for Angelica to see.

Angelica's demeanour shifted, her interest piqued by the unexpected news. “And where is she?” she demanded, her gaze piercing through Doris like a knife.

“I-I've looked everywhere, but I couldn't find her,” Doris stammered, her voice barely audible as she placed the jacket on Angelica's desk.

A heavy silence hung in the air as Angelica examined the jacket, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she looked up, her eyes softening ever so slightly.

“Thank you, Doris. You may go,” Angelica said, her tone surprisingly gentle compared to before.

Doris nodded, relief flooding through her as she turned to leave the office. But as she reached for the door handle, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of her stomach.

“Y/n… what are you playing at…” Angelica's voice was barely a whisper, but the words sent a shiver down Doris's spine. Beneath her composed exterior, Doris knew there was more to this than met the eye.

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ladelinee · 18 days

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Authors note: Hi! I’m back! I fought against writer’s block. I took my time, and I bring you a longer piece! Thank you for your patience! 🤩 (again, sorry for any grammar mistakes)

Word count: 4,4K

Warnings: SMUT! +18 language, fluff.

All shook up

Part 5

Once I had removed with a damp towel the mascara marks that were left on my lower eyelid due to extreme closing of my eyes and sweat, I stared at the sink with a lost gaze.

What had just happened was simply inexplicable. The skin-to-skin sensation, his kisses, everything he did to me... I would never have imagined being half-naked in his bathroom.

But suddenly the shadows returned to my head, the fact of risking my job with this that could be temporary distressed me too much.

Without realizing it, a small ray of light emerged from the shadows and illuminated my ideas again. Elvis was running his kisses down my back.

“Take the day off, and stay right here here all day and night” he said with a tender smile.

My gaze wandered from the sink to the mirror, where I saw him rest his chin on my shoulder as he looked at me like a little child, never wanting the fun to end.

“You know I can't, they could see me,” I replied, looking into his eyes from the mirror and heading back to the room.

“Well, why don't we just sneak away? I could take ya to Graceland one of these days, and we wouldn't have a care in the world.” Elvis said as he watched me put my uniform shirt back on.

"Mmm sounds interesting," I said as I turned to look at him with a mischievous smile.

"Well, I have to go to the office to sort out some papers before they wonder where I have been."

"Ohhh... can't those papers wait?" he said, playing while he removed the hair that rested on my cheeks.

"Well... but only for a little while," I smiled as he blushed at me, still finishing buttoning my shirt.

"So just for a lil’ while, huh?" Elvis answered as his thumb caressed my lower lip, and then leaned in and kissed me.

We started hearing background noise and suddenly Joe and Red appeared in the room.

We had a shock, Elvis fixed them with a murderous look while I tried to cover my shirt which was still open.

Red was a little more shocked than Joe to see the scene.

“Elvis, for fucks sake!” Joe said panting.

Red, however, looked at me, and then at Elvis with a frown without saying a word.

"Goddammit! Don't ya guys know how to knock??" Elvis answered, surprised and angry, more from the scare than from them having entered.

Joe and Red shrugged as if it were a regular occurrence.

"I-I'm sorry boss, we thought you weren't here," Red said, seeming like he was the one who had been caught by surprise.

"We saw the housekeeping ladies cleaning the suite and we assumed you weren't here. Where were you? Man, you're going to give me a heart attack. This is the second time I've lost track of you," Joe said in a worried tone.

"And it seems to be for the same reason..." Red muttered, smirking as he looked at me. He was starting to understand what was happening.

"I, uh... well, we've been playing hide and seek, guys," Elvis said in a relaxed tone among colleagues. It was clear that he was starting to joke to lighten the issue.

As Joe and Red looked at me, I waved at them.

"Hide and seek? Hahaha, seriously, man?" Joe said between laughs. It seemed like it wasn't the first time that Elvis made up an excuse to hide the fact that he had had sex.

"I’m real serious!" Elvis said as he laughed.

"And was she good at playing hide-and-seek? Has she been able to find your hidden treasure?" Joe asked. Red closed his eyes tightly, focusing on not laughing, and covered his mouth to suppress his laughter. Unable to contain himself, he started laughing. Red knew that depending on the day, Elvis could either take jokes very well or react badly.

I gave a light smirk as I watched them enjoying themselves and joking with each other, but at the same time, I felt uncomfortable. Elvis noticed my expression.

"Honey, don't ya worry. Them fellas are my loyal crew. They ain’t spillin’ a single word." Elvis said as he put his arm around my shoulders.

"Otherwise, he will fire us like dogs," Red added.

"You betcha," Elvis responded, laughing at Red's words as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“By the way, E, Sinatra hasn’t confirmed for tomorrow night’s party yet,” Joe said, changing the subject. At that moment, my face turned pale.

“The party! Oh my god, I need to leave now,” I exclaimed, putting into words what was screaming in my head. Elvis was surprised by my sudden change. “Baby, you okay?” he asked, watching me as I rushed to grab my shoes.

“Yeah… uh, sorry, we had a staff meeting to organize the party and I completely forgot about it! I’m late for that meeting,” I confessed, breathing heavily from the haste of my movements. Joe and Red continued conversing, but my nerves were so heightened that I couldn’t focus on their words.

Once I reach the door to leave, Elvis interrupts my exit by standing between me and the door.

"Hold on now, you reckon you can just up and leave like that?" He said with a serious tone.

"Elvis, I..." I responded.

“Like that, without kissin’ me? This country ain’t tax-free, miss,” Elvis teased, curling his lip into a smile as he enveloped me in his arms. I sighed in relief, smiling, and kissed his juicy lips, feeling myself blush again.

Joe and Red looked at each other with a knowing look.

"Take care, lil’one. See ya later," Elvis whispered after our kiss.

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As I entered the meeting room in haste, the atmosphere immediately shifted. All eyes turned towards me, and I felt the weight of their gaze as if it were physically pressing down on me. The chairs in the room were arranged in a circle, which heightened the sense of scrutiny.

I noticed disapproving expressions, including frowns and raised eyebrows, as people observed my slightly more untidy appearance than usual.

Seated in the middle of the circle I found Angelica. Her lips curled into a smug smile as she watched me, clearly enjoying my lateness and untidiness.

"Miss Y/ln, you're late!" Mark, my boss, exclaimed. He was standing, explaining the planning.

"Sorry, there was a lot of work," I replied, scanning the room for a free chair. At the end of the room, I could spot Alex waving his arm, indicating the free space he had reserved for me.

The tension in the room was palpable, almost suffocating, as I made my way to my seat. Whispers and murmurs followed me, cutting through the silence like knives.

"Girl, what happened? You got me a bit worried " Alex whispered as I settled into the seat next to him. I could still feel the walls of my vagina sore as I adjusted.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about the meeting," I replied, still trying to catch my breath.

"Well, Mr. Presley's party is going to be a VIP event. That means we need our best employees. Nothing can go wrong, so all the section leaders are going to be serving at that party. Angelica, you will be in charge of receiving the guests. Y/n will be in charge of refilling and offering champagne. Who wants to be in charge of the catering?" Mark explained in the background.

"So, tell me! What's wrong with those raccoon eyes? Has he made you cry? No, that can't be it... you came here too happy, forgot about the meeting, and appeared messier than usual..."

I couldn't help but laugh at his blunt conclusion.

"You've probably already guessed it," I answered with a wink.

Alex's eyes widened in mock surprise and said “Oh my god! Tell me the juicy details later. Right now, let’s concentrate on not getting skewered by Angelica’s murderous gaze.”

I checked out Angelica, sitting across the circle, looking way too pleased with herself.

"Ugh, speaking of the devil. It's like she's enjoying my misery as if it's her own personal victory" I grumbled.

"Don't stress, I got your back. Get ready for the passive-aggressive comments and eye rolls," Alex chimed in, ready to be my office drama bodyguard.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his determination to keep me safe from workplace shenanigans.

As I grabbed my stuff at the end of the meeting, getting ready to make a quick exit, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Angelica's smug face, holding my jacket.

"Looks like you left something, darling," she said, her tone dripping with condescension.

"Oh, thanks, Angelica. Must've left it in Mr. Presley's suite," I replied, trying to keep it cool, but her intense stare made it tough to keep my cool. Taking the jacket from her hand, I couldn't help but feel ticked off at her gloating.

"You know, not every day someone leaves their stuff in Mr. Presley’s suite. Quite an achievement, huh?" she remarked, her words dripping with sarcasm. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her thinly veiled digs.

"Yeah, well, I guess I'm just lucky to be hired to specifically serve him " I replied with a forced smile, hoping to end the conversation asap. But Angelica seemed determined to drag out my discomfort.

"Well, don't let it get to your head. We wouldn't want Mr. Presley thinking you're more than just an employee," she quipped as she sauntered away, her laughter echoing in my ears, leaving me simmering with frustration. I couldn't wait to put this encounter behind me and finally leave the room.

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The party exuded elegance, with music filling the air. I hustled to refill champagne glasses as guests streamed in, eager to enjoy the night.

Despite the crowd, I still hadn't spotted Elvis among the guests. Suddenly, familiar faces caught my eye. Turning my head, I saw Colonel Parker, his imposing presence accentuated by his trademark hat. His gaze met mine briefly as he took a puff of his cigar.

Amidst the attendees, I recognized some of Elvis's MM, chatting animatedly in a corner. The atmosphere buzzed with energy and excitement, and I struggled to keep my cool.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, applause rippled through the guests, and there he was, Elvis, encircled by friends attempting to greet him. He moved gracefully through the crowd, flashing a charming smile and relishing the attention.

"That's the guy who wrecked my friend’s private parts. Y/n, keep sticking to your high standards, you'll end up in a wheelchair," Alex remarked, catching me off guard. He stood beside me, gathering empty glasses to wash, a task I hadn't

even noticed him doing amidst my nerves.

“You’re quite the loudmouth!” I chuckled, then found myself falling under Elvis’s spell once again from across the room. The way he talked, the way he moved—his charisma just made me like him even more.

I’ve never seen Elvis Presley look as sharp as he does tonight. He had this magnetic presence, and his outfit was effortlessly stylish. Rocking a fitted black jacket that showed off his shape, paired with a crisp white shirt that made his tan pop, Elvis exuded an aura of sophistication.

The black pants he wore fit perfectly, but what truly caught my eye was his belt and golden necklace, adorned with inlaid precious stones that sparkled with every movement.

His dark gold glasses added a hint of mystery to his piercing gaze, sending shivers down my spine.

After a while, I noticed Elvis's eyes land on me. A flutter stirred in my stomach as I locked eyes with him, and for a moment, it felt as though time stood still as we gazed at each other amidst the lively atmosphere of the party.

Joe Esposito was the first to come over, his big frame easily seen among the crowd. With a knowing grin, he walked up and grabbed a glass of champagne, giving me a wink.

Then Red, Sonny, and Jerry followed suit, each getting a drink and joking around, their tall bodies blocking my view. The bunch of familiar faces left me feeling a bit lost, unsure who would come next. Their laughter and friendly chatter filled the room.

But then, the next one to arrive was unmistakable: Elvis. I was shocked to see him making his way through the crowd toward me, his piercing stare beneath his glasses locked onto mine. Despite the crowd around us, it felt like it was just him and me in that moment. My heart started racing as I wondered what he would say and how I would respond.

"How's your evenin' been, darlin'? Ain't seen hide nor hair of ya since yesterday." he inquired with a warm smile, though his voice held a hint of intimacy that only I could pick up on.

"Pretty good, thank you, Mr. Presley. Been tied up with party prep with the crew," I answered politely, brushing off the subtle spark I felt passing between us.

"Hey, why ain’t ya drinking?" Elvis questioned, sounding like one of my best friends.

"Mr. Presley, I'm not supposed to drink while on duty," I answered with a gentle smile.

"I'll take care of it!... MARK!" Elvis called out to my boss, who happened to be in the room. It was clear that the head of International had to attend VIP events like this.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I quickly shushed Elvis, feeling embarrassed by his public call to my boss. However, he ignored my gesture and continued calling out to Mark.

With a gesture, Elvis passed me a glass of champagne, casting a glance at my boss that seemed to ask, "Is it alright?" My boss sighed and nodded with a forced smile. He understood the golden rule: the customer, especially Elvis, must always be satisfied.

Turning back to me with a broad grin, Elvis declared, "All sorted! Cheers, darlin’!" as he handed me the champagne flute.

Elvis moved in closer, grabbed another glass of champagne, subtly raised it in a toast to me, and took a sip. Leaning in slightly, he whispered in my ear with a suggestive tone, "If we weren't in public, I'd fuck ya in front of a mirror so you could see how stunning you are, especially when ya open your legs f’me."

My heart skipped a beat at his suggestion, causing me to hold the champagne in my mouth momentarily before swallowing it slowly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Presley, but we have to maintain professionalism here," I responded, though my voice trembled slightly.

He nodded in understanding, but his intense gaze betrayed his true intentions. "Of course, darlin’. But it just don’t sit right with me seein’ you servin’ drinks instead of bein’ right here by my side. And I can’t help but notice that little smile sneakin’ ’round the corners of your mouth." he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I attempted to maintain a neutral expression as I subtly edged away, but Elvis had already ensnared my attention. Glancing around, I noticed Angelica observing us. With a sense of urgency, I sought to bring the conversation to a close before it veered into dangerous territory. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Presley."

He gave a nod with a charming smile, then melted into the crowd, leaving my heart racing and my mind in a whirl.

The night dragged on, feeling like an eternity. Whenever Elvis swung by for champagne, he made sure I joined in. His presence injected excitement into the party, and every chat with him added a bit of spice to the evening’s hustle and bustle. As time passed, I found myself growing less shy, enjoying the company of both the guests and Elvis more, and feeling a little more fired up with each passing moment.

When Elvis returned, his presence exuded a magnetic aura that drew all eyes to him. He gracefully took a glass, his eyes gleaming with a playful spark that brought a smile to my lips. Pausing for a moment, I locked eyes with him as he lifted his sunglasses slightly. His grin widened, showcasing his irresistible charm.

"You are the most attractive man I have ever seen. You have to stop being so fucking attractive," I stated with a confidence that caught me off guard, unconcerned about who else might overhear.

Elvis was stunned for a moment, scanning his surroundings before bursting into laughter. “Ya feelin’ alright?” he asked between laughs, his voice filled with warmth and amusement.

Feeling a bit dizzy, but reassured by his playful expression, I nodded. Before the other guests could notice anything, Elvis shifted his tone, his gaze now full of complicity.

“You’ve had enough, darling. C’mere with me, lil’ one. You need a break,” he suggested, offering me his arm with a charming smile.

Alex, returning with fresh glasses, witnessed the scene from a distance. He quickly diverted my boss’s attention to prevent him from noticing. Meanwhile, Angelica observed everything with disbelief, unable to trust her own eyes.

Elvis graciously led me to an adjacent private room, away from the hustle and bustle of the main party. Only the faint background music from the party could be heard in the room. A sturdy, round wooden table occupied the center, surrounded by luxurious velvet-upholstered chairs. In the center of the table, a poker board gleamed under the dim light of the lamps.

As he settled me into one of the chairs, Elvis looked at me with concern, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. “Hey, I gotcha. Don’t ya worry, honey. Let me get ya some water,” he said in a soft voice, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and concern.

Feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol, I leaned against the back of the chair and gave him a mischievous look. “I’m perfectly fine… for us to make love,” I murmured, my voice dripping with mischief.

Elvis smiled, but before he could respond, I rushed towards him, giving him a passionate kiss that left both of us breathless. However, when I attempted to escalate things further, Elvis gently stopped me, easing himself away from me.

“Darlin’, I reckon it’d be best for ya to just lay on down and take it easy before ya go doin’ anythin,” he said in a sympathetic tone. "Sugar, just hang tight in the suit . I'll come join ya later on." he added with a reassuring smile.

"If you still ain't feelin' right later on, we don't gotta go doing nothin', darlin'. Tonight, I'll be right here takin' care of ya.” he promised, his voice brimming with tenderness and genuine concern.

I nodded, feeling both disappointed and grateful, seeing the sense in what he said. But as I tried to stand up from the chair, my legs decided to go on strike, and I ended up tumbling to the floor.

Just then, the door swung open, and the Colonel swaggered in, followed by more folks from the party. “Poker to cap off the night! Elvis, you’ve got great taste,” the Colonel cheered with a grin, totally clueless about the chaos unfolding under the table.

With the Colonel's entrance, the vibe in the room took a sharp turn. More guests flooded in, bringing with them laughter and lively chatter. Elvis, despite his attempts to stay cool, couldn't hide his nerves, his restless gaze betraying his anxiety.

As the crowd grew, I figured it was best to lay low and hide under the table to avoid drawing attention. From my hiding spot I watched nervously as Elvis, with slick moves, positioned himself to cover me up and keep me out of sight.

Elvis adopted a relaxed posture, interacting with the guests as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. His smile appeared genuine, but I could detect a hint of tension in his voice as he talked with the guests. Meanwhile, I remained still under the table, holding my breath.

As the poker game progressed, the atmosphere was filled with excitement, although I found it extremely boring waiting down there. Repositioning himself in the chair, Elvis made sure that no one could see beyond his waist, spreading his legs in the process. Suddenly, his crotch was exposed in front of me. Although under other circumstances I would have held back, the alcohol encouraged me to be a little more daring that night.

I started gently massaging Elvis's legs, tracing soft lines with my fingers that slowly moved towards his crotch. When my hand made contact with that sensitive area, Elvis reacted with a slight jump, instinctively trying to close his legs. However, I decided to defy his attempt to stop and parted them again, observing as his breathing became more labored in response to my advances.

My lips approached the bulge that was starting to form under his pants, letting out my warm breath that filtered through the fabric. Meanwhile, Elvis cleared his throat, while he tried to focus his attention on whoever was shuffling the cards.

Elvis's bulge appeared to swell, pressing against the zipper with an evident urgency, as if seeking release. Curious to explore further, I confidently unbuttoned his pants, only to discover he wasn't wearing underwear. My surprise mingled with excitement as I gently released his length, feeling his response to my touch with each movement.

I firmly wrapped my fingers and palm around the length of his cock, gently sliding it up and down, observing as his skin stretched to reveal the delicate pink of his tip. Meanwhile, Elvis anxiously bit his lip and drummed his fingers on the table, awaiting the dealing of the cards.

Noticing Elvis's demeanor, Joe chimed in with a proposal brimming with goodwill.

“Hey Elvis, need a cigarette? I’ll grab one for you,” he offered, aiming to calm his nerves amid the laughter attempting to diffuse the tense poker atmosphere.

Elvis nodded silently, unable to articulate any words due to the mixture of sensations that surrounded him at that moment.

My movements became firmer, applying gentle pressure to his cock and observing his response to the stimulation. Small drops of precum emerged, which I delicately spread over the tip using my index finger. Wanting to enhance lubrication, I spitted out a small amount of saliva, which glided smoothly over his skin, allowing for more fluid movements as I explored new sensations with him.

With a trembling hand, Elvis lifted the two cards lying face down on the table. As Joe approached with the cigarette in hand, Elvis halted his advance.

"No, no, stay there. Don’t want nobody peekin’ at my cards, ya hear?” he requested firmly, making sure to keep my presence under the table a secret. He extended his hands toward Joe, motioning for him to throw the cigarette at him.

After receiving the cigar, Elvis lit it with an agile and expert movement, allowing the smoke to slide slowly between his lips while he let out a soft roar, as if this exhalation of air carried with it some of the tension and pleasure accumulated inside him. The gesture was barely perceptible, but it resonated in the atmosphere charged with anticipation, like an echo of the internal battle raging in his mind as he prepared to face what would come next.

And the expected first contact arrived. Gently, my tongue traced an upward path from the base to the tip of his cock, exploring his smooth skin and the swollen veins that marked the contour.

As I reached the tip, my tongue started circling it, exploring every inch. The slightly salty taste mixed with the musky aroma from his skin made me even more drawn to him.

As I continued, my hands slid to his balls, adding another layer of delight. Elvis closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose beneath his sunglasses, looking fatigued to onlookers but secretly enjoying the slow and pleasurable sensation I was providing him.

I could feel the movement of his penis against my lips, giving small spasms, and his legs trembling. Elvis was silent; when he wasn't taking a drag from the cigarette, he was biting his knuckles.

I continued the sweet torture for a few minutes, while Elvis began to fidget in his seat. Seizing the opportunity during a fake coughing fit, he grabbed my hair and pushed his cock into my mouth. The corners of my lips stretched, stinging slightly at the sudden invasion of his girth.

Feeling his cock reach the back of my throat triggered a discomfort that I struggled to hide. The noise of Elvis’s strategically executed coughing provided the perfect cover to mask the sound of my mild nausea.

My chin brushed against his balls, and my nose was buried in his perfectly trimmed pubic hair as I started a slow rocking motion, gently sliding in and out. With each movement, strings of saliva trailed from my mouth, further lubricating his skin.

The realization that I was pushing Elvis to the edge with my skills filled me with pride and excitement. A warm tingle spread through my crotch, causing my nipples to harden, and I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together.

As my rocking gained a steady rhythm, I felt Elvis's gentle thrusts into my mouth, indicating his growing arousal. His hand descended again to take control of my hair, imposing an increasingly faster rhythm to our movements. I could feel his cock tighten, announcing his impending climax.

“Well, Elvis, what’s your move?” the Colonel’s voice inquired from the background, putting pressure on Elvis with his bet.

“I’m going all-in,” Elvis answered with a confident smile.

Guiding himself, he intensified the pace, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. Tears began to flow from my eyes at the reflection of feeling his penis jerking deep in my throat. I closed my eyes tightly, surrendering completely to the moment. My mouth filled with his fluids, and with an instinctive gesture, I swallowed his nectar, leaving a salty taste with a sweet aftertaste on my palate.

“Dammit," exclaimed the Colonel amid laughter and moans from those present, while he recognized Elvis's masterstroke. "He had it all figured out! My boy hit me with a royal flush!"

Elvis let out a sigh that echoed throughout the room, an exhalation filled with relief, release and satisfaction, followed by a laugh that reflected his mastery of the game and the art of maintaining an impassive expression.

He sure knows how to keep a good poker face.

Need to recap? Part 4 here

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