Room Service Quotes

“Room service? Send up a larger room."

[A Night at the Opera]”
― Groucho Marx

“Magnus placed an order with the room service, who had by now stopped questioning Mr. Bane's unusual needs for things like twenty-four plates of scrambled eggs and “enough coffee to fill one of your larger bathtubs”.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Rise of the Hotel Dumort

“My maid never sweeps under the bed
so I asked her to do so today.
Found a pen, three pairs of shoes and the man I had lost two years ago.”
― Sanhita Baruah

“They would be happy to bring some up. No one bitched about the time. No one questioned. You can always tell how much you're paying for a room by how little they complain.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Bloody Bones

“As I am still on duty at this moment, is there anything else I can do for you?” he continues.
Images of him kissing me, disrobing me and fondling my entire body fill my mind… I push them away, although I know my face has coloured at the thought.
“I have a few suggestions…” I murmur quietly, staring into his smouldering blue eyes. “But I am not sure they fall into a butler’s remit.”
“Perhaps you’d be surprised at the lengths I’m prepared to go to in order to keep you happy, madam,” he replies, winking at me.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“Come over here and taste me,” he says, his voice little but a seductive whisper.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“He stands, loosening his black tie and stripping off his white shirt, dropping the latter just in front of my face. The appetizing smell of him reaches my face in a goading wave. As he walks around my body to the bed, he slaps my ass, making me turn and yelp.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“Sara?”
Blake’s voice is scorching and burns right through me.
“Yes, sir?”
“Lock the door and get over my knee. Now.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“Straddling him intimately, he slides his hands up my thighs, pushing the silk aside and caressing my pale, exposed skin. Even against his uniform, I can feel his hardness. His body feels taut and poised for action.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“Shall I pour for you madam?” he asks.
It is an appropriate question and yet he makes it sound like a scorching proposal…
“Mmmm, please,” is all I manage in reply.
I watch him filling the crystal flutes one at a time. He is meticulous and seems to deliberately take a long time to complete the job. The room is silent – except, it seems, for the sounds of my excited breathing.
“Is there anything else I can do to help you enjoy your stay?” he probes, raising one dark eyebrow ever so slightly...”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies