Hotels do not like to admit it but the very best hotels can provide ANYTHING which the client desires. All five-star hotels have the telephone number of a number of escort agencies which means they can provide the very richest customers with services which are not in the brochure.
Melissa had only ever wanted a career in the Hotel and Catering industry and she had finally landed her dream job. She was Night Manager at the most prestigious hotel in town; she had been in the job for just over a month and she was loving it but the job was not without its pressures. The high-end clients expected the very best and whatever went wrong was laid at her door.
Hotels do not like to admit it but the very best hotels can provide ANYTHING which the client desires. All five-star hotels have the telephone number of a number of escort agencies which means they can provide the very richest customers with services which are not in the brochure but which the Night Manager can call up if asked. Melissa began her shift at 10pm that Friday and the phone call came through just before 10.30.
International Leisure had a double booking and they could not provide the girl who had been booked for Suite 14. They were extremely sorry and would give a huge discount for the next girl who was booked but, this late on a Friday, they simply did not have another girl whom they could send.
Melissa sat at her desk overwhelmed by the scale of the disaster. Suite 14 was permanently reserved by a multimillion-pound company of Investment bankers and, in that suite at this very moment was the International Director and an important client from Eastern Europe. Booking just one girl for two men to share was not meanness but Melissa knew that some men (vile creatures that they all are) get a major buzz out of using one girl and fucking her silly between two men. They were up there now getting all horny about the girl who was due to knock on the door at 10.30 sharp.
There was only one option. Melissa ran from the room to find her deputy and babbled out that he would have to take over for the rest of the night. She took off her name badge and her black uniform jacket and borrowed an expensive looking coat from the staff cloak room. Then she took the lift to the top floor. It was just 10.30 as Melissa stood outside the door to the suite and steadied her breathing. She was resourceful and she could do this. She knocked on the door.
A voice bade her enter and she found herself facing two men who were reclining in the lavish seating area with whisky glasses. One was overweight and balding while the other, who was in his fifties, clearly took care of himself and probably played squash or used a gym.
She introduced herself as Honey from International Leisure and the host who was clearly the healthier of the two men beckoned her to come in and make herself comfortable. The fat man sat up and indicated his lap so she shed her coat and placed herself as instructed. He did not waste any time and his hand began to explore her breasts. He remarked in an East European accent that he liked the “nice girl” touch in her attire instead of the fancy gowns that Escorts usually wear. He had soon unbuttoned her blouse all the way down to her waist and begun to fondle her breasts more intensely.
The host suggested that they move to the bedroom and Fat Man had his arm around her waist as they moved through and lay on the king-sized bed with her between the two of them. Fat Man clearly liked breasts as he resumed his activity from earlier while Host found the button on the waistband of her skirt and began unzipping her and drawing the garment down so that it bound her ankles. He pulled off her shoes which fell to the thick carpet.
Fat Man had unfastened her bra and she pulled it free of her shoulders and off so that he had full access to her breasts and nipples. He was far from gentle and Honey had to contain her disgust and fight back the urge to fight him off and cry out at the pain. Somehow, she was now lying down and Host had stripped off her tights and underwear leaving her naked and totally exposed. Both men were getting out of trousers, pants and shirts which all added to the heap of clothing scattered around the floor.
Host began to lick her nipples and Fat Man was using his fat fingers to probe her vagina. Clearly, he had always been accustomed to getting whatever he wanted and had no need to ever learn any gentle technique or ways of arousing a woman. It was all about him. His free hand was around his own member and he ordered her to take over. She obediently began to work up and down the shaft which began to respond. In this situation, a healthier man would have been hard by now but it was taking a little time and effort. Host was extremely erect and he came down over her pubic area and began to press in just before entering her and filling her very thoroughly causing her to emit genuine gasps of response.
Fat man had repositioned himself so that his member was above her face and she anticipated what he wanted and opened her mouth. Once again, he had no timing or technique and she was suddenly choking as he rammed against the back of her throat.
Host was by now pumping his hot seed into her depths and she was glad of her contraceptive pills. Host was making very appreciative sounds and she would probably have enjoyed being alone with him. He showed no sign of flagging or easing off. Fat Man shouted to Host to lift her up and Host rolled and placed his arms beneath her so that the pair of them were on their sides exposing her buttocks for Fat Man to position himself at her anus. From his position behind her, his hands gripped her throat evoking genuine terror that he might go too far. Host had his lips covering hers and his tongue deep in her mouth as she returned the compliment but she was flapping her arms in a desperate attempt to signal that she needed air. At the very last possible moment, she felt her throat released and she gasped in as much air as she could.
Although Host was by far the better lover, his passions lead him to become less gentle and to make the most of the toy which he (or his company) had bought for a lot of money. She found herself rolled and bent into every possible position to be used by both men in every imaginable way. She was forced to use her tongue and virtually every inch of both men became coated in her saliva as her body including her head and hair was covered in mixed semen. Honey did not use a gym and she was finding the level of physical effort required exceeded her limit but she had no choice other than to keep going. They had to believe that they were enjoying an experienced and very capable whore.
At one point there came a natural break in proceedings and Host left the bed returning with more whisky for himself and his guest. He asked if Honey wanted anything but she was really too exhausted to think about drink; she just lay on her back with her legs still spread wide and tried to recover her breath and her strength.
The break did not last for long because Fat Man had managed to get it up again and he rolled on top of her to penetrate her once again as his tongue lapped all over her face and eventually went down her throat. Now it was Host who pushed her onto her side so that he could get behind her as she still serviced Fat Man. Host used his fingers - it felt like three of them to open her small sphincter wide enough to make her cry out although it was very muted due to what Fat Man was doing. Host followed up with his penis in her rear while his hands mauled her breasts.
As with the first half of the show, her clients continued until they were both spent and then they fell onto their backs. Fat Man seemed to be asleep – she hoped it was just sleep.
Host had been reduced to a shadow of his former self and he mumbled something about her finding her own way out.
“I guess the fee gets added to the hotel bill as per usual?”
Honey assured her client that this was so and, remembering that she was supposed to be a professional, she said she hoped that she had pleased them and that they would use the agency again in the near future. Melissa dressed as quickly as possible; she would have liked to clean herself up in the bathroom but she had the very strong impression that her presence was no longer wanted.
It was a very tense dash from the room to the nearest loo hoping against hope that no staff saw her very messy condition. Fortunately, she made it and did the best clean up that she could. Her shift still had four hours to run and she really hoped that it was a quiet night.
The slightly disturbing ending to the story is that two nights later, when Melissa came on shift, there was a message for her from the Day Manager. International Leisure had phoned to express their confusion. They had received a call from their client of two nights ago praising the freshness of the girl provided. The client had really appreciated the job which the girl had done in playing the innocent as opposed to the bored professional sometimes sent from agencies. Melissa decided not to respond to the call.