Room service Sir?

I often feel like I am in a Carry On film in this profession and tonight was no exception. After arriving at the said hotel and getting aquainted over a glass of fizz, things made a natural progression. While sitting astride Mr.X on a comfortable armchair my basque found as usual that it couldn't contain my bosom for much longer and one of the shoulder straps pinged undone with such force that it lashed Mr. X around the ear and side of his face, I'm not sure if it was the shock of the lash or the sudden force with which my bosom appeared before his eyes that caused Mr. Xs face to glow a rosey red. (Oooh matron take them away!)
After a while my gent decided to order another bottle from room service and suggested that I go in the bathroom to apply more red lipstick, backcomb my big hair to even bigger proportions, keep my basque down so my breasts were bare and come back after he had received the Champagne at the door.
Listening behind the bathroom door I could hear the faint knock of the main door and the receiving of the bottle and glasses, door close and the tray being put on the table ... time for me to emerge from the bathroom .. da dah! .. nose to nose or should I say breast to nose with the poor guy from room service. His face was a picture, he coughed, mumbled, stumbled, he apologised, I apologised, Mr. X smiled and tipped him like nothing had happened. He left the room nearly walking backwards, no doubt with a good story to tell to his colleagues, although I suspect he sees this sort of thing fairly often. I apologised profusely to Mr. X but he seemed thrilled that it had happened like that .. it was what he had hoped .. slapped wrists from me .. bad boy!
On leaving the appointment I headed towards the lifts and who should be in there ... yep you've guessed it!
Jx

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