The Hotel: The Exhibitionists by MissAdventurous
Part two of The Hotel series, I hope you enjoy it. Happy reading! , It was a busy Friday night, the wall of screens across from my desk were all filled with guests in their rooms. Some alone, some not. Some engaged in…activities, some simply watching television or eating a snack. Beside me, the phone rang again but my co-worker reached for it first.
“Guest Services, this is Taryn speaking,” she said smoothly into the receiver. “Mmm yes Mr. David, I can absolutely do that for you.”
I laughed softly. Taryn had one hell of a sexy operator voice. The fact was, I did too. After all, it was part of the job.
As Taryn efficiently took down room 232’s order, I tapped my fingers on the keyboard in front of me, rotating the rooms displayed on the screens. There were four of us monitoring each floor at night, ready and able to assist with anything a guest might require. Whether answering the phones to arrange for a service or late night meal. Or we could take a more hands on approach. That was always an option for us and one I tried to take advantage of at least once a week. For the requests we didn’t find appealing, we had a whole crew of bulls and bunnies at our disposal to fulfill pretty much any ask. Management didn’t want anyone participating in a service that didn’t get them off as well, they found that the more authentic the interaction, the higher the reviews were afterward by the guests. It really was just good business sense. The happier the guest, the more revenue we made.
“Claire?”
I looked up and Dash, one of our most popular bulls, smiled down at me.
“Hey there handsome,” I grinned, happy to flirt a little with the well endowed stud. “Not on duty tonight?”
He chuckled and smoothed a hand down his chest, purposefully showing off the six pack under his light weight tee. “Just wrapped up with 402.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked and swore I wouldn’t be jealous of the answer. “Any good?”
He nodded and cupped his crotch before leaning against my desk. “Her ass drained my balls twice before sending me on my way.”
My eyebrows rose in surprise. For a woman to take Dash two times in a row – in her ass no less – was quite the feat.
“Kudos to her,” I said, a little in awe of the woman’s skills.
He winked at me. “Don’t worry Claire-bear, you still have my favorite little cunt.”
I laughed. I should hope so, he was the only guy I let fuck me bareback in this place. Cumming in fertile pussies was Dash’s all time favorite thing in the world and I was more than happy to let him fill me up once in a while. Understanding dawned on me.
“Oh…did you want to…?” I looked around to see who could cover my spot for the next thirty minutes or so when Dash placed a large hand on top of mine.
“Are you ovulating?” he asked with the growl in his voice that I loved.
I shook my head regretfully. “No, not right now.”
He laughed easily. “Well it’s a good thing 402 drained me then. But that’s not why I stopped by.”
“Oh okay,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed. “What’s up?”
“In the elevator on my way down I was stopped by Mr. Blanchard in room 216,” he explained and I quickly pulled up the cameras in 216 to the display on my desk.
There was an older man, early 50’s if I were to guess, in the shower and a younger woman on the bed watching tv. While he had a slight belly and wasn’t toned, I was pleasantly surprised to see a soft but fat cock dangling between his legs as he soaped up his chest and arms. The girl was fully dressed, her arms wrapped around her drawn up knees so I couldn’t get a good look of what her body was all about.
“Mr. Blanchard is requesting a female audience tonight,” Dash said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
I nodded and looked up at him, puzzled. That was a pretty common request and could have been handled by Dash himself by just filling out a quick room service form. It would have taken two minutes, tops.
“Okay…” I said. I was confused but pulled up the right screen on the computer anyway. “I can fill out the form for you if you’d like. What time does he want someone there? You said a female?”
Dash chuckled darkly. “It’s not that simple. That’s why I came to you Claire-bear.”
My fingers stilled now on my keyboard and waited for him to continue.
“Mr. Blanchard’s partner tonight is a little out of the ordinary.”
I shrugged, Dash and I both knew out of the ordinary here wasn’t a thing. Hell, last week I fisted a nun while a priest prayed over us. After three years of working here, nothing surprised me anymore.
The phone rang again and seeing I was occupied with Dash, Taryn answered it.
“Mmm hello again Mr. David. Was that dildo not large enough for Mrs. David?” She laughed at whatever he said on the other end of the line. “Oh well then congratulations are in order for breaking a personal record! I’ll send the next two sizes up and a bottle of champagne right away. Mm-hmm, of course. Have a good cum!” Taryn’s fingers flew over her keyboard as she hung up.
“Anyway, Mr. Blanchard understands his partner is considered to be in poor taste by many, so he’d like to make sure the person fulfilling his request is okay with the taboo,” Dash continued.
My brows pinched together. “Who on earth is he fucking?” I asked.
Dash smiled devilishly, a big grin stretching across his handsome face. “His daughter.”
Beside me, Taryn gasped.
I looked up at Dash, shocked. “Seriously?”
He nodded, one of his brown locks of hair falling adorably down on to his forehead. “Absolutely. They’ve been fucking since his wife died apparently.”
“Wow,” Taryn said, said still stunned.
“Wow,” I echoed.
“I assured him we don’t judge here and I’d see what I could do.”
“Well if they’re both consenting adults…” I trailed off.
Dash nodded. “She didn’t seem unwilling. And we know she’s of age with our eighteen and older guest policy.”
“Do we even support incest?” Taryn asked, frowning.
I looked over at her. “Yes?” I said hesitatantly and searched my memory. “We had that mother and son a couple of years ago. They didn’t ask for any bull or bunny services but they did go through a hell of a lot of lube.”
Taryn giggled. “Wasn’t it all strawberry flavored?”
Dash nodded. “It was.”
We all shared a laugh at the memory.
“Anyway,” Dash continued once we had reigned it in. “Think we can make it happen?”
“I’m out,” Taryn said, wrinkling her nose at the mere idea.
I thought about it for a moment. I could just assign it to one of the bunnies, but I didn’t want anyone else to be uncomfortable. I, on the other hand, didn’t really mind.
“Just watching?” I confirmed with Dash.
“You’ll have to give him a call to get the details, but from what I understand – yes, just watching.”
I nodded. “Okay, I can handle that.”
“That’s my girl,” Dash beamed and leaned down to brush a kiss against my cheek.
I smiled softly, pleased with his praise.
“Maybe next time I’m fucking you I’ll make you call me Daddy,” he murmured hotly in my ear. I blushed and clenched my thighs against the ache there, nodding slightly as his teeth nipped my ear.
“I’ll make sure to take care of it,” I said more confidently when he straightened to his full height.