1. The Night Audit: First Night (repost )


    Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: robd1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    picked up the stack of bills. “Do I really have to do this?” I whined. “Ya,” he said, dropping into a chair with his computer, “It doesn’t take long. Just don’t wake anyone.” “Doucher,” I muttered under my breath. The bills were organized by room number, starting on the first floor and ending on the third. It actually felt good to get up and move around. The mixture of the pill he gave me and the porn made me antsy, and I had to fight the urge to go running through the halls with my arms spread like an airplane. The task was tedious, though. There were a lot of rooms checking out and the bills never seemed to simply slide under the doors. I had to focus to get them through, which was hard to do with the pot and pill fuzzing my brain. Some guests had stuffed towels under their doors for some reason, so I just threw their bills into the trashcans by the ice machines. I still had a handful of bills when I reached the south wing of the third floor. The first bill slid easily under the door but the next door was blocked with a towel. It was room 331, the adjoining room to 329. The black guy who checked in with his wife and daughters had both rooms and the twins were staying in 331 with the two full size beds. I could just slip both bills under 329, I thought, but I stopped short of that plan. The door to 329 was propped open. Not wide open, but enough. There was a wet towel on the floor and it had stopped the door from closing all the way. It didn’t look like it was ...
    intentional. There was a dim light flickering inside the room. Had I not been high, I’m sure I would never have opened the door. But I did open it. Not a lot; just enough to see inside. The mom was lying on the bed, curled up on her side. She looked like she was a sl**p. She was naked and her body was beautiful, like melted caramel under the warm light. The light was coming from the TV. He was standing in front of it holding the remote. The volume was muted and he was surfing through the list of adult movies we offered. He was naked, and his tall, lean body was almost a silhouette against the TV. His back was to me, turned slightly so I could see only half of the long, thick tube of flesh peeking out from behind his thigh. I could feel the heat coming from the room and the strong aroma of sex. I didn’t make a sound, I was sure of that, but suddenly he looked back over his shoulder, as if he could sense me there. My reaction was slow, dulled by the weed and muddied by the pill. I felt like I was in dream, and I just stared with a startled expression on my face, like a c***d caught with her hand in the cookie jar. He might have yelled out in surprise or anger, but he didn’t. Except for a fleeting moment of shock that crossed his face, it was almost like he expected to see me there. He looked over at his wife on the bed. She hadn’t stirred. He looked back at me, and then he held the remote in front of him, clicked a button, and the room went black. The lack of light moved something in my ...
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