Hotel Pleasure Facilitator
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For several years, I’ve been working at a local hotel. It’s not a high-end chain hotel, nor is it a discount hotel. It’s a small, city-based, ‘best-kept secret’ type of hotel, the kind that prides itself on it’s personal approach to customer service and thrives on maintaining the privacy of it’s guests. It does tend to cater to the wealthy, whether they are private citizens or celebrities, who expect and rely on the privacy and services we provide for them.
In the years I’ve been working at the hotel, I have served in several capacities – housekeeping, lounge waitress, desk clerk, janitor and concierge assistant to name a few – but my favorite role is quite unofficial and off-the-books. For the last few years, I have found myself serving in the capacity of what we call ‘Pleasure Facilitator.’ Feel free to read into that whatever you desire.
It began three years ago. I had just graduated college and was not working full-time for the hotel, usually double-shifts where I would work housekeeping in the morning and afternoon, and work the desk in the evenings. One such evening, one of our guests, Mr. Jones, approached me with a very unique request. He told me that he was going to be taking his 18-year old daughter out on the town for dinner and a show, and he was hoping that I could go and ‘entertain’ his wife for the evening while they were away. I was quite surprised by the obvious tone of the request, and asked him for clarification, hoping that I was reading more into the request than was there. He very casually informed me that his wife had found me attractive and that she wanted to spend an intimate evening with me. he indicated that there would be a substantial tip included if his wife found me satisfactory.
As this man shared with me his request, I started to get damp. I had seen his wife around the hotel, and she was easily one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was in her late-40’s, but looked no older than her teenage daughter. She had flowing blonde hair that framed her perfect face. Her eyes were pools of deep blue, her soft red lips were inviting. She was petite, and constantly wore 4′ heels, which made her magnificent legs all the more statuesque. I did not admit it at the time, but there were several times through out the day that I found myself fantasizing about her, dreaming of her naked body laying on the bed of her room. And now, here I was, being presented the opportunity to make my fantasy a reality.
Mr. Jones cleared his throat, bringing me back from my daydream. He handed me a piece of paper and indicated that I should follow the instructions. He then turned and left. I opened the piece of paper and read the instructions as obviously written my Mrs. Jones. The instructions indicated that I was to arrive at the suite no later than 6:45. I was to remove my clothes in the hallway, save for my heels, and place them in a lock-box that would be sitting outside the suite. Once my clothes were secured, I was to use my passkey to enter the suite. The note indicated that Mrs. Jones would be waiting for me inside the suite and if I failed to enter naked, she would refuse me entry. Once accepted into the suite, I was to refer to Mrs. Jones only as Mistress, and to myself only as Pet. I was to speak only when spoken to, and if, at any time I became uncomfortable with the situation, I was to use the word ‘Pineapple’ and our evening together would end immediately. The note also indicated that my tip would only be provided if I remained until Mr. Jones and their daughter returned, or until Mrs. Jones dismissed me.
To say I was excited would have been an understatement. Fifteen minutes after our conversation, I watched Mr. Jones exit the hotel with his daughter. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had 10 minutes to get to Mrs. Jones room and begin our evening. I quickly mad my way up to the 3rd floor and to their door, which was at the end of the hall. Looking around, praying that none of the other guests would choose that moment to exit their rooms, I quickly removed my skirt, blazer, blouse, bra and panties, folded them and placed them in the lock-box. The click of the lock as I closed the lid echoed in the empty hallway. I took a deep breath, slid my passkey in the lock, and opened the door.
As expected, Mrs. Jones was standing in just inside the suite. She was wearing a pair of white 4′ heeled slippers and a sheer white robe that tied just below her magnificent breasts. Her bald pussy was uncovered with a hint of moisture glistening in the light of the foyer of the suite.
‘Well, pet, I see you are quite eager this evening. I applaud you for following instructions so well.’ Mrs. Jones said, almost purring.
‘Thank you Mistress.’ I responded, curtsying politely.
Mrs. Jones chuckled, ‘Well, aren’t you well-mannered? I suspect that means you are also obedient. Are you obedient, pet?’ she asked.
‘Yes Mistress. I am obedient.’ I responded, trying to stifle my excitement.
‘Very good, pet.’ Mrs. Jones said, ‘Masturbate for me, pet.’
I looked at Mrs. Jones, and slowly slid two fingers of my right hand into my moist pussy. As I fingered myself, I watched as Mrs. Jones licked her lips, her hands slowly lifting to her perfectly round breasts, her fingers gently tracing around her wonderfully hard nipples. Watching Mrs. Jones tease herself made me finger myself harder and faster, my pussy becoming wetter by the second. The sloshing sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy echoed in the foyer of the room. I felt my orgasm starting to build and wondered if I would be allowed to enjoy it right.
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