1. Neon Nights


    Date: 11/5/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: SITTING, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    The beating heart of fabulous Las Vegas is the four-and-a-half mile Strip which runs southwest towards California. The glittering stretch of neon, famous and familiar the world over, is home to thousands of under-appreciated and under-paid workers, one of whom was me. They say Vegas is the city that never sleeps but it definitely sleeps and every bed that a tourist, gambler or businessman lies down on has been prepared by someone’s bare hands. I was a guest room attendant, or rather, a maid, at the opulently exclusive Palace Grand. The monumental hundred-acre resort provided pretty much everything a visitor could want from rooms, restaurants and casinos to Olympic-sized pools, tennis courts, designer stores, a golf course and even a circus. My daily housekeeping shift was eight hours long. Eight hours for twenty rooms means twenty-four minutes per room minus breaks. Bed making was my forte. Making a bed from scratch took me over six minutes on my first day. Five years later, I did it in four and a half minutes tops, sharp folds, crisp corners and not a wrinkle in sight. Despite working long hours in the city of prosperity, maids were still poor. Money was tight and generous tips were rare – I usually got a dollar per room and about a third of guests didn't tip anything at all. Sometimes I was tipped in casino chips and sometimes in potato chips – which I ate, obviously. A free snack is never something you turn down. Sex and the hotel went hand-in-hand. Every year I would ...
    sign my employment contract and the sexual harassment policy was clear. Suggestive words or gestures and unwelcome advances would not be tolerated and could lead to instant dismissal. However, it soon became clear that while you were safe from the possibility of lecherous advances from your co-workers, guests were another matter. Middle-aged men were the most common transgressors. They would look me up and down and ask me how old I was and tell me how I could make ‘more money’. I would politely turn them down or pretend to be engrossed in my clipboard. Management didn't care. They were wary of losing valuable custom and encouraged us to keep any unsavory encounters quiet. After all, isn't the customer always right? Some men preferred to stay in the room and watch as I cleaned. Some of them stood too close. Some of them locked the door. Often, it would often begin even before I got into the room. The DND sign would be nowhere in sight and when I’d knock, there’d be no reply. I’d open the door on some idiot standing there nude or masturbating. I would hurriedly apologize like it was my fault and head for the next room on my clipboard. Some would proposition me in the elevator which was especially bad if the ride was all the way to one of the top floors. I would politely refuse and then listen as they upped their offer. ‘How about fifty dollars? No? Okay, a hundred? Fine, one fifty?’ I couldn't be rude to them. I’d just shake my head and act flattered like I was charmed at the ...
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