Disclaimer: This is perhaps more of a coercion story than a forcible rape one but the power dynamic and situation means that Jeff never really has the option of not consenting. Also I fed a lot of my ideas into an AI chatbot to get more ideas. Maybe someone will enjoy the result:

Having completed six weeks of training, it was Jeff's first day working for an actual client as a hotel room boy. At 18 years old this was his first real job and given his precarious life circumstances, he could ill afford to mess it up. He'd been in and out of foster homes for his entire childhood and for most of his teenage life.

He was actually quite intelligent and also not bad looking at nearly 6 ft with olive skin, hazel eyes, dark hair and a slim but somewhat athletic build but being so painfully on the spectrum just made life so difficult. He'd never had a girlfriend and was sceptical that he ever would. He just couldn't understand girls and not being able to take their social cues gave him a lot of anxiety around them which repulsed them. Even now as his early afternoon bus was taking him towards his first proper shift, the sight out of his window of a dozen or so gorgeous girls playing volleyball and enjoying the Saturday summer weather at the beach filled him with dread and made him self conscious.

He arrived at the Hotel Majestic and made his way towards Brian, his manager. "Ah Jeff, you're early!" A slightly tubby bald man in his 50s, Jeff was thankful to have a boss who based on the time he'd spent training Jeff actually seemed quite good natured even if he could be a little pushy at times. "Well it turns out I've got a bit of a pleasant surprise for you on your first shift!" "Oh-uh really? S-sounds great!" Jeff murmured back, sounding a little more apprehensive then he meant to. "Well don't stress!" Brian exclaimed. "You're getting to be the room boy for someone who happens to be a bit of a celebrity after all!"

"A-a celebrity....?" Jeff stammered. Sometimes he felt like the universe was laughing at him. This was the very last thing he needed when he was already nervous enough for his first proper shift. Surprised at his reaction, Brian tried to cheer him up: "Well if it makes you feel better, she's an absolute stunner too! Truth be told I'm a bit jealous!"

"Wh-who...who is she?" A pit was starting to form in Jeff's stomach. "You must've heard of Lelia Mehri!" The pit immediately gave way into an endless black chasm. Lelia Mehri - the Lelia Mehri - was a beautiful 28 year old British-Iranian socialite. She wasn't just any celebrity, she was probably Jeff's archetypal idea of the perfect woman, at least on the outside...She was the ideal height to Jeff at an elegant 5'9, Her beautiful dark hair always flowed just past her shoulders, she had big exquisite brown eyes and Jeff would never be able to recall the amount of nights he'd spent fantasizing about her perfect hourglass figure pressing naked against him. He had more chance of becoming president than this ever happening of course. She also had a posh, Oxford accent that was pure honey to his ears and always wore beautiful designer dresses that made her look like a princess.

Everything he'd ever seen or watched about her suggested that she wasn't beautiful on the inside though. The granddaughter of a high ranking official in the Govt of the last Iranian Shah, her family had fled to the UK as refugees and used their immense wealth to quickly establish themselves as part of the upper class. Having served as a judge on several UK talent shows, Ms Mehri had a reputation for cruelly reducing contestants to tears without any remorse whatsoever. What was she  doing in the U.S? It didn't matter, Jeff was doomed anyway. There's no way he'd be able to conduct himself normally around her and he was bound to quickly arouse her disgust and get himself fired.

"I really don't think I've got the experience for this..." Jeff tried to protest in vain but he knew Brian would have none of it. "Nonsense, nonsense, I'm not going to hear anything more of it. It'll be the perfect first learning experience for you and you'll make sure you're attentive to every one of Ms Mehri's needs. It'll all be fine, just embrace it! She'll be here with her security team in an hour now, wait here and be ready to help her with her bags when she gets here." Jeff resigned himself to the prospect that he'd be back on Govt welfare very soon...

                     
                                                             

The next hour passed so mercilessly quickly for Jeff that it may as well have been 60 seconds. Jeff looked up to see a black limousine pulling into the hotel parking bay and knew it had to be her. Not sure if it was going to make it out there without a nervous vomit, he forced himself to push the luggage rack out towards the limo. He heart gave a flutter when the limo door opened but out of it stepped a mean, early 30s looking Iranian man who must have been 6'3 with a shaved head, sunglasses and a body like a bull. He didn't say anything to Jeff but leered at him through his sunglasses and held the door open for the next person to get out.

And there she was: surprisingly Ms Mehri wasn't wearing one of her usual designer dresses but seemed to have opted to dress down with dark sunglasses, a stylish and obviously expensive leather jacket and light blue denim jeans that slotted into almost knee high black boots. "Oh no, I can't even see her eyes properly and I can still tell she's even more beautiful in real life..." Jeff panicked internally. "Ah...M-Ms Mehri, everyone at the Hotel Majestic's so th-thrilled to have you he-" "Name." One cruelly spoken word out of the beautiful woman's mouth cut Jeff's cringey greeting attempt to pieces like a knife through butter, especially in that perfect Oxford accent and she did it without even looking in his direction.

"Wh-sorry what?" Jeff flailed trying and failing to find some semblance of composure. "*sigh*" Jeff had never heard a sarcastic sigh executed with such a strong bitchy undertone and at this point he just wanted the ground to swallow him up. "Well good lord, this is going to be a fucking tedious experience isn't it? Give me your name please, you're even less use to me without it." She still hadn't looked directly at him even once. "Oh right, of course, s-sorry mam. My name's Jeff."

"Right now what are you still standing about for? Get my bags loaded up and up to my room. Surely you're paid by the hour?" Jeff was crying on the inside and it was taking everything in his willpower not to do it on the outside as well. He found regular socialization stressful enough, never mind having to deal with this kind of nastiness from a woman whose physical beauty absolutely captivated and terrified him.

Through some miracle he was able to get all of her bags loaded onto the luggage rack without anything going wrong and the subsequent elevator ride up to the penthouse room transpired similarly without incidence and in silence. Things took a turn for the worst when Ms Mehri went to inspect the bathroom in her new accommodation however. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" Jeff just about jumped out of his skin at the sound of her rage. "I'VE HAD SUCH A LONG FLIGHT AND THE BUBBLE BATH ISN'T EVEN WAITING TO GO?" She'd removed her sunglasses now and those big beautiful brown eyes locking accusingly into Jeff's frightened hazel ones was almost more than he could take. Her voice dropped down to a deadly quiet level. "Fix it now." Jeff didn't need to be told twice, he made straight for the bath to get the water flowing and she closed the bathroom door behind him.

Jeff decided that despite everything he was going to make the most of this situation however long it lasted for. He set to work on trying to give Ms Mehri the best bubble bath of her life, being sure to balance the amount of hot water with just the right amount of cold precisely and was careful to get the blend of the bath salts with the water just right. Maybe this could be the learning experience he needed after all.

As he went about his work he became aware of his client being on the phone to someone in what sounded like a serious conversation "*a male voice on the line* "Yes I know that Dad"*male voice continuing* "Well so what, none of that's your problem? Seriously, its been decades since then, why does it matter anymore? You're seriously putting us all at risk, you most of all..."*male voice sounding angrier and more insistent* "I can't even fucking listen to this anymore, I'm going to go, maybe I'll call you again later..." Jeff had come out of the bathroom at this point and Ms Mehri was putting the phone       down with a slight sniffle, unaware that the hotel room boy was behind her. "Is-is everything alright Ms..." "It's nothing. I-it's fine. Just get out. I expect you back here early in the morning tomorrow." She replied in a sharp, dismissive tone but Jeff could still detect some hurt behind it. "Y-yes Ms..."

"What is going on with this woman?" Jeff wondered to himself as he took the elevator down.