1. Working in Guest Services


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

    half-naked, topless ladies sat on a couch, passing around a joint. Two others stood at a bar were also topless. One of them wore the white jacket from our room service waiter, who was sitting between two of the three ladies on the couch. Raul simply smiled and waved when I looked in his direction. His shirt was unbuttoned and the hand of one of his couch companions was on his lap. The young lady who had pulled me into the Party, stripped me of my suit jacket. “Get comfortable,” she remarked, taking my jacket from me. Seeing my handcuffs, she asked, “Are you a cop?” “No,” I replied, “Hotel Security.” She slipped my suit jacket on and then loosened my tie. “You’re cute,” she remarked, slipping my tie out from my collar. The door from the bedroom opened and our senior concierge, Bob, stepped out, with a leggy blonde on each arm, each wearing nothing but a g-string. One of the hotel bellhops, a jovial short fellow named Cliff, was seated in a high back chair in the corner, a beer in hand. “Party time,” Cliff announced. “Where is our hotel guest?” I asked Cliff. “He’s taking a shower,” Cliff responded. “But don’t worry, he is not alone.” I was shocked. I had worked in this hotel for years and had never been pulled into a guest’s private party. Bob pulled me aside. “Look,” Bob remarked, “This guest comes here once a year and has, for five or six years. He keeps coming back, because we make him feel welcome. He once told me, he didn’t like to Party alone and that if he had to find ...
    another hotel to Party in, he would. So we Party with him. We do what we have to do, to keep our guest happy and coming back.” I stepped into the kitchen area and used the guest phone to call the security desk. I told the desk security guard I would be hanging out on the seventh floor for a while, since there was a wild party going on- and I needed to keep an eye on things. I stepped back into the main room and the two blondes that had previously been the escort for Bob, were on the floor, totally naked and eating each other out. I looked at Bob, who had his shirt tail out and was tossing one dollar bills on the ladies, like confetti. Cliff too, had his shirt tail out and was blessing the show with dollar bills of his own. Even Raul was tossing out dollar bills. I felt like the odd man out, not having anything to give. I felt a hand on my butt. I turned and a small, dark-skinned angel, all of about 5 foot 2 inches tall, and with curly black hair that fell gingerly on her shoulders, was standing right beside me. She had on the white room service waiter’s jacket and not much else, except a day glow orange g-string and high heels, boosting her height only marginally. “Do you like the show?” she asked as we stood and watched the two ladies on the floor doing unspeakable things to each other. “I’m not complaining,” I responded. “What do you do here?” my angel-amongst-angels asked. “Hotel Security,” I replied. “Oh . . Cool,” she remarked, bending over, picking up a wayward dollar ...
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