1. Working in Guest Services


    Date: 9/2/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    I work in an upscale hotel in Dallas, Texas and there is no shortage of good looking women who stay at and visit our hotel. Since I am a part of the guest service team, I have a lot of interaction with our guests and visitors. One of my myriad of work assignments is to make sure our guests are well cared for. We have a full time concierge who tends to the personal whelms and desires of our uber-wealthy clientele. One evening not too long ago, one of our frequent guests, an international banker, arrived at the hotel late in the evening- actually it was more like 1am in the morning- with a bevy of beautiful women accompanying him. I was about to get off work and had been alerted by the overnight manager that this particular guest had a habit of throwing wild “after hours” parties in his guest room. “Stick around for a few,” Blaine, the night manager told me. “I just want to make sure there are no issues.” The women, about seven of them, piled out of one limo with the banker, a portly fellow in his late sixties. The ladies were dressed in cocktail dresses and six inch stilettos. One girl had on designer blue jeans and a bikini top, with cleavage spilling everywhere. There wasn’t a bad looking lady in the group. “They are all strippers,” Blaine remarked from the guest services desk. I looked to see if I knew any of them. Fortunately, I didn’t. About ten minutes later, a room service waiter paged Guest Services and asked for some assistance in taking a room service cart and ...
    six bottles of Dom Perignon Champagne up to room seven hundred, our penthouse suite, our VIP suite with a ceiling to floor window view of the downtown Dallas skyline. Guest Services, and one of the Concierge staff members responded to the call for assistance. About ten minutes later, the security dispatcher asked me to go by room seven hundred and check on the room service waiter, and a bell hop, since they had not returned back to his work station. This was pretty much a security protocol to insure hotel staff was never in any danger. When I got off the elevator on the seventh floor, I could immediately smell the party coming room seven hundred. The smell of marijuana wafted through the hallway. I looked at my guest manifest and there were no other rooms booked on the seventh floor, which made me happy, because I didn’t like having to curtail a private party or respond to guest complaints. I tapped on the room door. The door swung open and a totally naked young lady stood in front of me. She wore six inch high black stilettos and nothing else but a smile. Rap music filled the hallway. “Hotel Security,” I announced, “I’m just checking on the Party and our staff.” “Are we too loud?” the nubile young lady asked as the ‘boom-boom-boom” base beat blasted away. “No, ma’am,” I responded. “I’m just making sure everything is OK with our room service…” Before I could finish my sentence, she grabbed the lapels of my suit and pulled me into the room, slamming the door behind me. Three ...
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