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Since VISA wasn't going to let me claim insanity and write off that last trip I'd made to Victoria's Secret, it was time to get a second job. I checked the classifieds, and saw The Towers had an ad for housekeepers. I could do that with my eyes closed, so I applied and got the job working nights and weekends. I showed up the first night in old jeans and a t-shirt, and reported to the Staff Manager's Office as instructed. The middle-aged woman who greeted me gave me the once-over, clucked like a chicken and made an elegant shoo-shoo wave with her hand at my jeans. "You'll need a uniform, Ms. Morgan," she said, and took me in to an adjoining room. Racks of little grey dresses with what looked like baby bibs sewn to the waist were hanging in there. She eyed me again, picked out a size dress, and handed it to me. "Here. Try this one on." I looked around. No dressing room. "Here?" She nodded, smiling. I started to strip, noticed how intently she watched, and hoped she wasn't a butch. Off came the jeans and t-shirt, on went the little grey number. The lace white thing was a microscopic apron. The buttons strained in the holes over my chest. The skirt barely covered my backside Looking down at myself, I wasn't happy. The Supervisor, on the other hand, was delighted, and clapped her hands twice. "You look charming." I looked like the Maid Who Got Laid, but I wasn't going to argue with her. VISA's last phone call had been really nasty. Briefly she described my duties: "You have the penthouse floor. Three suites, all occupied. You are to report to the first, knock once, announce you are Maid Service, and enter the suite and clean it, unless you are told otherwise, or there is a Do-Not-Disturb sign on the door. All right?" I nodded. "Oh, and if the guest is present, please accomodate any wishes she or he might have. Remember, never insult the guests." Chocolates on the pillows, an extra roll of TP, or shining some shoes, I surmised. And no telling them to fuck off. Piece of cake. "Sure." She told me where to get my cleaning cart, and I went from there, picked it up, and took the staff elevator to the penthouse floor. From the sounds of laughter and music I could tell at least two of the three suites were occupied. I pushed my cart up to the first door, knocked once, and called out "Maid Service." No one said, "Stay out," so I let myself in. And stopped right there in the doorway. The stereo was blasting. Ten people were standing around with drinks in their hands. Twenty more people were in various positions on the floor. Everyone was naked. Laughing, talking, or fucking. Or doing all three at the same time. "Maybe I'll come back a little later," I said, gave the startled occupants a prim smile, stepped back, and slammed the door shut. After a few deep breaths, I moved on to the next suite, knocked, announced myself, and listened. Not a sound. With a silent sigh of relief, I pushed open the door. The room lights were dim. Everything was in order, so I didn't need to clean if the guest was sleeping. Then I heard a soft moan. It sounded like a woman in pain. I hurried into the bedroom. There was a woman lying on her back on the bed. A sheet covered her, and she was writhing and moaning. I stopped a few inches away when she opened her eyes, and gave me a grateful look. "I'm so glad you're here," she said, and pushed the sheet off. Underneath it was her naked body and a damp hand holding the most enormous dildo I'd ever seen. "I haven't been able to come all night. Give me a hand?" Accomodate their wishes, I reminded myself. Plus the poor thing was really hurting for it, even I could see that. Better to get her off than jump into that gang-bang next door. Maybe. I eyed her smiling face, then her big, hard-tipped breasts, and nodded. "What do you need me to do, ma'am?" She handed me the play cock, and arched her back as she began caressing and pinching her own nipples. "Fuck me with the dildo, please." I bent over the bed, and spread her soft thighs further apart. Gently I pushed the wide head of the dildo into her pussy, and carefully worked it back and forth. She started moaning again. I worked her pussy for a few minutes, but it was pretty obvious she was stuck. Better put my elbow into it, I thought, and began pushing the dildo in and out with a harder, deeper stroke. At the same time, I parted the top of her mons with my free hand, and used two fingertips to rub her throbbing clitoris. That worked better, but it still wasn't enough. Eventually I bent even lower and put my tongue to her sweet little clit, which sent her shaking and screaming into an orgasm a few minutes later. I gave her pussy an affectionate kiss, straightened, withdrew the slick dildo and pulled the sheet back up over her trembling body. "Okay now, ma'am?" "Oh, yeah," she murmured sleepily, already drifting off. By now my nipples were aching, my pussy was throbbing, and I still had one more suite to go. Then I might just stop by that first one again and clean some clocks. I knocked on the third door, which swung open. A cute little brunette in a red dress I would have killed for grinned at me. "Hi there. Come on in." She turned her head. "Nick, honey? It's the hotel maid." "Bring her in." Nick honey turned out to be just that. Sitting in a chair by the big windows on the other end of the suite was a man dressed in a tux. Big, dark-haired, and smiling. He'd loosened his tie and had his shirt half-way open on his chest. Nice chest, too. I gave him a little wave and looked around. Everything was immaculate, even the bed. "I'll just get started in the bathroom," I said. "Monique was just leaving." Nick honey got up, gave the brunette a kiss, and pushed her gently toward the door. She pouted prettily at him, then gave him an eye-popping kiss and slipped out of the suite. I retreated to the bathroom, which was equally immaculate. Well, what the hell was I going to clean? "Hey, where did you disappear to?" Nick honey called. I stuck my head around the door. "I'm right here, sir." "Come on out." He was standing in the middle of the suite, unbuttoning his shirt. I tried not to ogle him as I started for the door. "Is there anything else you need, sir?" "Yeah. Come here." I did an about-face and walked toward him, and watched him toss off the jacket and shirt. "Sir?" "On the bed." Geez, him too? I put my hands on my hips. Sometimes a girl just had to say No. "Sir, I'm here to take care of your room." "Yeah?" he cocked a dark eyebrow at me. "Guess who I work for?" "The hotel?" "VISA." And sometimes a girl just had to say Yes. I sighed and climbed on the bed. Nick honey stripped off the rest of his tux, showing off a nice body with lots of interesting muscle. Maybe it wouldn't be that much of a hardship, I thought, as he straddled me. His cock was long, and just thick enough to make me worry a little. He rocked his hips, nudging the hem of my skirt with the round, swollen head. "Show me your breasts." I opened the front of my uniform, popping off two buttons in the process. Okay, so maybe I was a little eager to accomodate this particular guest. Sue me. His slim hands pulled my bra out of the way, cupped my breasts, and massaged them as he spread my legs with his knees. He caught my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinched, and shoved his cock in me at the same time. "Sir!" He WAS thick. "Please!" "Shhh." He started stroking in and out of me, pumping his hips in a solid, steady motion. "Damn, you're nice and wet for me." I didn't tell him it was the lady in Penthouse Two who had gotten me started. Never insult the guests. He took a long time with me, which I decided not to complain about. I liked the way he sucked my nipples and nibbled at them with his teeth. His cock was the stuff of dreams, hard as iron pipe, and created the most delicious friction between my thighs. The muscles of my pussy clenched around him, and I came with a long, grateful cry. He pulled out, straddled me at the shoulders, and pushed the head against my lips. "Take me in your mouth." I did. He tasted like the woman next door, with my juices smeared all over him. I sucked and swirled my tongue as he fucked my mouth, and held him there as he shouted, jerked, and shot an incredible amount of warm semen between my lips. I swallowed and swallowed and smiled. He held me in his arms for awhile after that, which I thought was sweet. "Thanks, babe." "Anytime, sir." I left him relaxed and sleeping and tip-toed out the door. No sound came from Penthouse Two, either. Nothing like the satisfaction of a job well done, I thought. I had finished the floor and it was time for my break. I wasn't hungry. Exactly. There was only one thing to do. I walked back to Penthouse One, knocked, and walked in. Now there were forty or so people there, still naked, laughing, and fucking.
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