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Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

The night porter's room was a refitted version of a cheaper guest room albeit much seedier and soaked in the smell of Caporals and stale coffee. Andre grabbed a cup of the reeking, potent black brew and sat down to check over the registry and other paperwork for the night ahead. Unsurprisingly, given it was midweek in autumn, the place was largely empty. There was nothing remarkable about the list - except for the deceptively simple note of Warner Ent under guest's name. He knew that was Kylie's record company, and apparently she was ensconced in the luxury penthouse. Swallowing down his coffee with a gulp, Andre tried to put thoughts of her parading around the place out of his head and focus on his responsibilities. He changed into his uniform - a sharp, crimson jacket with embroidered name, and black dress pants - collected his clipboard of notes, and headed out for the first patrol of the night. It was a basic matter of checking doors and tiding away the messes of the day. As thoughts of Kylie continued to throb in his head, he made his way through the kitchen to check on the night staff there and sort out some dinner for later. He bantered with the fat, half-drunk chef a little, before checking on the restaurant and ensuring the clumsy cretins on the daytime wait staff had prepared for breakfast properly. With a frown of irritation he noticed some dirty cutlery and began to clean it with his pocket cloth, furiously rubbing an imaginary mark while trying not to be distracted. The chirp of the kitchen phone made him groan internally. It could only mean a room service, something he found annoying at the best of times, but tonight it was positively frustrating. He had planned to arrange one of the conference rooms for next week, to buy himself a free night down the line. Running around the place didn't help at all. With a sigh he walked back into the kitchen, to find the rotund little chef grinning lasciviously as he hung up the phone. Andre! he said with a drawl. Got a service for you. Some pretty fancy stuff! Where to? the porter replied glumly. The PENThouse! said the chef, grinning even wider. Mademoiselle Minogue, oui? She wants a personal delivery. I bet she tips well, eh? A rush of adrenalin poured through Andre. Turning about sharply, he snatched the tray off one of the kitchenhands and left the kitchen quickly without a word. A sting of anger at the chortling, sleazy chef quickly passed as he got into the lift. Thank you, oh generous fucking God! he thought as he began to ascend.
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

The ride up the elevator was a slow one. But it was something she enjoyed. Looking around, it had the same design as the woman's desk. White marble with a gold lining running through the middle. It must of weighed a ton she thought, now thinking about the mechanics which had to lift it. As the lights above changed on each number, hers soon lit up and the doors opened with a shuffling noise scraping against the bottom. Stepping out, there was only two rooms on this floor, a penthouse at each end. Kylie's was to the left and she proceeded to walk in her black dress. It clung to her tight body magnificently and gave her an added style she didn't really need. She oozed class and fashion sense and had become an idol in places like Milan. Walking throughout the corridor she gazed at the paintings on the wall and admired their beauty. Her heels clamped down on to the red carpet, the cleanest floor she had ever seen. Not one spec of dust or dirt was visible to the eye. Sliding her card key the door opened and she walked in. The room was very big, the living space had a giant corner sofa in it with a flat screen TV on the wall. A remote control was sitting by the table and Kylie picked it up, examining it carefully. Hitting the button which said fire, the fireplace lit up in flames and immediately warmed the place. Running her hands through her hair, she walked to the window and overlooked the streets below. Feeling peckish, she had grabbed the phone and ordered some food. They were just little snacks that would help keep her satisfied until the morning breakfast. After ordering, she walked to the bedroom to see her case already on the bed. It had been dropped off by her management team earlier that day and she thought she had time to change. Stripping to her underwear, the black dress was laid on the back of a chair. Going through her bag, Kylie saw some stockings and wondered why they were there. Did I pack them? Looking confused, she laughed and put them on, feeling her legs with the silky smooth material. Now hearing a knock at the door, she quickly looked shocked and grabbed a white robe from the on-suite. Running to the door, she opened it up and smiled.
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

The ride in the lift felt a thousand years long to Andre. His heart was pounding like he had run a marathon, sweat breaking on his brow. Normally so reserved and restrained, he felt utterly lost in this face of this delirium. He had no idea what he would say, whether it would be in English or French, nor any real idea if he would even talk to Kylie. It was all like one fevered lucid dream, with a good chance of descending into nightmare if he didn't get a hold of himself. 24, 25, 26...the floors flickered past so painfully, slower than he had ever known them to run. Trying to focus, he checked over the contents of her tray. There were seaweed crackers with avocado spread, a kiwifruit yoghurt, and a bottle of Perrier. It was luxury stuff, and he hoped fervently the chimps down in the kitchen hadn't fucked it up. They had done a good job with the display at least, and he knew presentation was everything anyway. Thinking of that, he studied himself closely in the golden reflective steel of the lift door. Never had he felt more like a goon in a stupid outfit than tonight. His hotel uniform looked ill-fitting and cheap, his name-badge askew. Carefully, he balanced the tray in one hand while tiding his hair with the other. Altogether he felt a sudden despair at his appearance, knowing this was the only chance he'd have to get a personal moment with his crush of twenty years, yet he was convinced he looked like an organist's monkey. Even his supposed resemblance to Robbie Williams now just looked simian in the harsh light of the lift. The doors opened onto the silent penthouse foyer. He knew Kylie was in the eastern room, and taking a deep breath was paced across the plush carpet of the hall to her door. Well here it fucking goes, he thought, balancing the tray again as he rapped three times on the door. Bonsoir, concierge domicile! He heard soft footfall of the far side of the door, then it swung open to reveal none other than Kylie herself. She was gorgeous smiling sweetly, blonde hair bouncing down, her silken dressing gown ending just as her stockings began. Andre was surprised to find he was at least a foot taller than her, as she looked up at him brightly. For a few moments Andre wondered if he would faint, then rapidly realized he was staring right into her clear blue eyes quite openly. She broke the reverie by asking him in fluent French to bring the tray in and lay it on the table. With an almost robotic step he entered the room, keeping his gaze fixed on the spinning spotlight of the Eiffel Tower several miles away, and did as he was bid. Taking another deep breath, he fixed a confident smile and turned around to ask if everything was alright with the room.
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

Pouvez-vous poser le plateau sur la table Her Australian accent adding somewhat of a weird yet very sexy voice to the French dialect she was using. Showing him in, she asked him to lay the tray on the table. La chambre est belle Kylie mentioned the room was beautiful looking before coming over to the tray and picking at the little bites. Also on the dish was a few prawns and duck spring rolls. Do you want any? I suppose you haven't eaten yet have you? Looking at the clock on the wall, she figured he hadn't. Breaking her fluent French it was her idea of understanding if he to could speak English. Walking over to the glass window, she admired the Eiffel Tower in it's glory. It was lit up with thousands of lights making her smile. The singer almost forgot that she was wearing lingerie underneath her white silk robe. Now looking down at the ground, there wasn't many people out and the ones that were looks as small as ants. Ne semble pas tre occup ce soir Her words telling the porter that it seemed rather quiet for such an illustrious hotel. Looking up at his eyes, he was rather tall, much so than her. She seemed like a little doll to him, a rather cute one in fact.
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As he caught a glint of his reflection in the steel tray, Andre suddenly realized he hadn't breathed in since he had entered the room. It took every ounce of his discipline to bring his electrified nerves under control. He noted Kylie's skill with French, better than most English-speakers he had met. It was smooth but there was a cheerful twang to it that spoke of her colonial origins. As she came over to him he froze, with what he hoped was a polite-looking smile on his face and not some lascivious leer. As she nibbled at the snacks he watched her smack her lips in satisfaction. When she switched to English he was startled for a moment, but found it impossible to reply. He was just fixated on Kylie as she casually floated through the room. Watching her walk pass him over to the window, he saw her robe part slightly and a hint of lace-bra'd breast flash. The robe itself did little to cover her bronze dancer's legs. Absently he grabbed a prawn from the tray and bit down hard on it, nearly chomping on his tongue in the process. Suppressing a yelp of pain he turned away for a moment, grabbed a cloth and took it out again. Despite his empty stomach, right now he had never felt less hungry in his life - except for a raging hunger for Kylie. When she asked about occupancy, and looked straight at him, Andre suddenly found the focus to speak. Meeting her clear blue gaze directly, he smiled and said in his crisp English Ah, no-one comes to Paris in autumn, oui? This time of year, this city is only for poets and lovers. He froze in horror as he suddenly realized what he said, then turned quickly back to the tray to avoid Kylie's gaze. Uh- he swallowed the urge to speak in French, and in a tight voice rasped Uh, I hope you enjoy then oui? We are honoured to have you...uh, have you h-here... Desperately trying to keep his smile on, but doing all his could to avoid eye contact, he said I shall go, oui?
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

As the pair were in the room together, she couldn't help but notice he lacked confidence and was nervous in front of her. What kind of porter lacks speech skills her gentle hand rubbed his arm as she smiled in front of him. Now, it either means the hotel have made a poor choice of employing you or you are star struck? Have I met a fan? Kylie's voice was soft and soothing, so much so that a baby could fall to sleep listening to it. Her hand brushed his arm still, caressing it up and down. What is your name? Looking at his name tag, she smiled again, her excellent white teeth looking clean and shiny as they came through. Well Andre, would you like to spend some time with me? Maybe have some champagne? Only if you can though. I don't want you to lose your job over it. There was a bottle in an ice bucket already when she entered the room earlier. I can't drink it on my own can I? I will get drunk and someone might sneak in and take advantage! Her playful minx side came out as the bottle popped open. I need some glasses! She yelled, the fizz going over the floor.
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

In a vivid, lurid moment Andre suddenly realized what the poets had always meant by enchantment. The word carried a particularly weight in French it came from the Latin word for singing - so it was only fitting that Kylie seemed to have the gift. Her soft, beguiling banter was utterly disarming. There was something distinctly elfin about her at the moment, her provocative outfit like some ethereal robes. Realizing that he was in serious danger of embarrassing himself - if he had not already done so - he desperately tried to find something to say. The touch of her hand against his arm in a deliberate caress immediately rendered him incoherent again. The sound of his name on her lips was like a jolt of electricity directly into his heart, setting every nerve on fire. He knew she was flirting with him, and that he wasn't just imagining it in his infatuated delirium. It was like a dream, he thought, and he needed to seize the moment before reality kicked back in. Oh, uh, oui-yes, yes! I can have a drink. I can do what I what up here, you know! He suddenly realized how dodgy that sounded, but Kylie didn't seem to mind - in fact her line about being taken advantage of almost seemed like a suggestion rather than a joke. Andre quickly grabbed two crystal flutes from the suite's cabinet, and filled both with the bottle's bubbling golden elixir. So...what to toast to?
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

Toast to? How about a wonderful night! Kylie was talking about the beautiful scenery outside but she maintained her glance on him, letting him believe it was going to be a wonderful night in a different way. You know Andre? It breaks my heart. I give so much to the world. My songs and albums and they never let me have a break. Take you for instance. You could of just brought the tray up and left. But you tried talking to me. You wouldn't let me get any rest. Do you think that is fair? Kylie said all of this as she sat down on the large leather sofa by the remote controlled fire which helped keep her warm. I never get a break to do what I want. To have fun. Sipping at her champagne, she placed her lips on the rim and gulped the intake down, her throat moving up and down until it was swallowed.
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Andre watched as Kylie walked across the room, moving with the easy athletic grace of a dancer. He took a quick swig on the champagne, swallowing far too much and nearly choking as he fought for breath. Taking a few deep silent gasps he turned around from the window to face Kylie. Watching almost entranced, her golden thighs stood out clear against the soft pink silk as she sat down and crossed her legs. For a few moments he questioned his English because of the teasing tone of her remarks. He couldn't believe how provocative she was, languidly reclining on the couch and looking at him the way a lioness eyed her prey. Normally he loved to be dominant in all dealings with women, and to hold the upper hand in relationships. But Kylie seemed to naturally assert her own control of the situation, and a part of him saw that as a challenge. The room was hot enough from the fire but Andre felt like he was burning hotter than the cinders. He hoped Kylie didn't notice how soaked in perspiration he was, although his gaze couldn't help dwelling on the sweat-dappled spot just between her perky, petite breasts. They were slightly exposed as her robed parted when she drank down another glass. Andre watched her throat pulse as she threw the golden fluid back, then said down beside on her on the couch. Well then, perhaps we can mix business en pleasure? You could maybe show me what you are working on now?
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

Turning to face him, she swung her leg over again so it was directed at him. Her black stocking making her leg look even smoother whilst the gap in her nightie showed a tanned meaty thigh. I next project involves something long and hard. Her tongue lingered on the last word as her pink glossy lips shined at him. It will involve long hours, even working in to the night and working a sweat. Gosh I am even sweating now Pulling the robe off her body, she showed him her black underwear and the stockings. She had the body of a goddess and every inch was perfect. She herself knew it and behind closed doors Kylie wasn't afraid to use it. As he looked on at her body, she placed a finger on his chin to make him look at her eyes. My throat hurts when I sing Andre. I have to us special cream to help sooth it. Calm it. If only I had some? Pulling a sad face, her bottom lip outstretched the upper one and her eyes gave the look of a puppy. Then breaking the flirting she smacked a piece of paper on the table. This is a confidentiality contract. Meaning, when you fuck me, you cant say anything ok? Cant go to the papers, the news, whatever understand? Not even your dog. If you have a dog. Smiling, she played with his hair. If you say anything, you go to jail. Now, are you going to sign it? If not you can leave thanks. Her voice was stern and straightforward, but after he would sign it, she would return to her flirtatious state.
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Andre watched Kylie's robe slide away, revealing her tight toned body. Her lithe figure and tanned complexion were eroticised even more by her provocative lingerie. This is really it, he thought the air was crackling with energy. When she laid one of her soft fingertips on his slightly stubbly chin, it was like a shock of pure electricity raced through his spine. He fought down an overwhelming urge to leap upon her right there, summoning every last reserve of his discipline. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he knew they were already fucking in her mind. Her bright blues had become passionate coals, smouldering like the ones in the fire. Her bald innuendo about blowjobs was stunning enough, but the matter-of-fact deal she then presented was even more so. The nonchalant, casually seductive way she offered the delights of her body seemed almost like one of the many prostitutes he knew well in the hotel. But this was none other than Kylie Minogue, and her casualness shocked him almost as much as it excited him. A lifetime of shitty jobs had long accustomed him to distrusting contracts. But his iron-hard cock had assumed full control of Andre's decision-making. He looked at the lingerie-clad Kylie, standing seductively while smiling so sweetly at him. In a vivid moment of surging lust, Andre realised he'd happily been thrown from the roof if it mean just five minutes to fuck the woman of his dreams. Scrawling his signature across the forms, he sat down on the couch and faced Kylie with a manner more like a pimp than a porter. If you want your treat, you have to earn it, he said forcefully. I want a lapdance, one that would shame the girls of the Pigalle.
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

For a brief moment, Kylie felt the atmosphere die as he leant forward and scribbled his signature on the forms. Looking through it afterwards she then stood up and placed it somewhere in the bedroom without him knowing. No doubt it would be in her bag of belongings but it didn't really matter. As she was in the other room, she heard him shout through what he wanted. A grin overcame her and she smiled to herself, before letting the robe slide off her soft body and down every curve before ending up as a pile on the floor. Walking back towards him in her black lingerie Kylie stood in front of him and placed a finger on his chin again so he would look up to her face. This is going to be a fun night she said. Bon Moment! Kylie added in French, meaning a good time. Lifting her hands up above her she started to sway her hips ever so slowly. Want to put on some music? The singer added.
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Andre felt his skin prickle as Kylie gently laid her elegant finger beneath his unshaven chin. Her bright pink nail shone against his day's worth of beard. She brought his gaze up from where it had been fixed on her lingerie-clad breasts. The perky, pouting mounds hung invitingly just inches from him. He watched her succulent scarlet lips move, her use of French charging her promise with even greater eroticism. He looked on as he danced slowly, hoping like hell his raging erection wasn't showing throw his dress pants. When she invited him to play the music, Andre decided to seize his chance. He brushed his fingers against her side as he walked past, almost shivering at the feel of her silken skin. Quickly he traced a finger down her back and ran it just inside her pantyline, running it around the edge of her lace panties before flicking their elastic band with a sharp snap. It was hard to walk with his rigid cock, but Andre was able to make it over to the giant soundsystem set into the wall. He cycled a tuning knob, watching the list of preset titles flickering past on the small computer screen. Find a playlist marked Club, he decided to settle on that. He didn't want to dawdle, and there was even a chance this kind of list could play Kylie's own music. Pressing play, he smiled slightly to himself as the sleazy beat of a horny, sweaty strip club classic kicked into life. Grabbing one of the nearby glided replica Louis XIV chairs, Andre sat down comfortably and looked at Kylie with a burning expectancy.
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

When the beat come on, Kylie moved her head in time with the beat and then started to dance. I can work with this she smiled, seeing the man pull a nearby chair before sitting on it. Gliding on the marble flooring with her silky stocking covered feet, Kylie was now a few inches from him as she rested her groin on his leg. Placing two hands on his chest she arched her back inwards so her chest was just in front of his face before she pulled back. Her golden brown hair flicked over her shoulders as she then turned around and swayed her hips. Her ripe firm ass rippled like a professional after years of dancing on screen and in front of the camera. Standing up fully, she took a walk around the chair, her hand on the back of it as she circled the man like he was her prey. Choke me, spank me, pull my hair Kylie sang to the sang, almost as though it was a spell or a chant. Resting on him again she unhooked her bra, revealing her perky milky white breasts. They jiggled as they became free and Kylie quickly pulled away from him before he could touch them. The singer then danced away from him, constantly singing to the song. Choke me, spank me, pull my hair as she walked in to the bedroom. Giving him an evil grin just as she disappeared in to the room.
Thread: On A Night Like This (Celebstars & DeRe)

Andre's heart was pounding with an adrenalin-driven fury. His mouth was dry, his breath coming fast and urgent. Locking his eyes with hers he focused on the moment. As she rode his leg it was like an electric shock of satin racing through him. The supple firmness of Kylie's petite body pressed firmly against his. Gripping the side of the chair tightly, Andre found himself staring at Kylie's sweat-sprinkled breasts when she thrust them toward him. Instinctively he began to lean forward before she pulled back, teasing him by turning away her boots and presenting her butt instead as she stood up to continue dancing. The beat thumped in a horny, insistent rhythm as she circled him. Suddenly mounting him again, Andre was sure she would be able to feel his iron erection pressed hard against the silken slip over her pussy. When she dropped her bra he watched in a daze as a glimpse of her small white mounds was flashed. The promise of squeezing those pert boobs was too much, but even before he pulled his clammy hands free of their grip on the chair, Kylie had already gotten up to cross the floor. He watched as she moved a like tigress, chanting the provocative lyrics almost like an order. Slowly he stood up, his raging cock making things painfully awkward for a few steps. Then with sudden urgent strides he chased her into the bedroom.