Warming up the Slopes (Commission from Amethyst Mare)
"the concierge will take care of that for us." he tugged at the collar of his shirt, too stiff and formal for the location, and offered his arm to the wolf. "shall we?"
A Bellyful Of Wine
A concierge, dressed in a fine button-down coat and trim white gloves despite the afternoon heat, approached, a placid smile on his pug face. he dipped his head and tipped his cap. “good day. ms. mullins, i presume?”
Shared Heat
Even the portly bear at the concierge desk suddenly seemed irresistibly masculine. daisy's tail twitched uncontrollably, and she had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper. what was happening to her? she'd never reacted this strongly before.
The Second Law - Part XXVIII
"i have no doubt in my mind that if we make it back, you'll make concierge at the hotel. hell... i might retire and let you take the director job for the whole of tower lambda." "actuelzy, i zhink... i will stay 'ere.
Henry and Dorian: Pet Pouvres 4 - Aftercare and Underwear
Despite, or perhaps as a result of, the hotel's elaborate customer service technologies, they also share a cheeky conversation with the concierge, who's having his own fun in one of the rooms.
Master Jak - CH 02
You _are_still married to the concierge, aren't you?" "well, yes... but if he can play with our slave girl, why shouldn't i have some fun too?"
Jak's Wild - CH 5
I will have the concierge service negotiate the sale on her behalf, with a suitable broker," ms hunter replied. "if you need anything else at all, do not hesitate to call me directly, on this frequency. hunter out."
The Conqueror [short story]
"i called for the concierge when i arrived back at the hotel, and requested the company of the soon to be prodigal nephew. he was a marvel to look at. his fine shirt and waistcoat went well with his black and white fur, brushed to perfection.
The Dark Eternity to Come
Kashina flattened her ears, tucked her tail, and slunk over to the concierge. "sir? what's--what are all the sirens?" "go back to your room," the man ordered sternly. "but--" "your room," he repeated.
Love for Sale: Chapter 3
At the lobby, the concierge tried to relieve chero from the cub, but the mouse insisted he would wait for the parents. then the cub threw a spasmodic temper tantrum and scratched the mouse across the paw.
Potions; Fantasies Made Real
At the one side of the hall was the concierge, a huge dark red and black wood desk with a tiny little blue and green frilled amphibian behind it.
Bad For You
And what would really top it off if this cock-sucking concierge managed to get the hell outta' dodge. my last grand 'fuck you.' understand?"