Krystal was sitting inside the manager's office as he asked her questions about her past work experiences. “Have you ever done housekeeping before?” the hiring manager asked.
“No,” she replied.
“Well, that's fine. We offer on-the-job training,” he said. “Angel is going to train you,” he added, pointing at a man in a button-up shirt who had been silently observing the interview.
After the interview, she followed Angel up the stairs—since the elevator was for guests only. “Here is the list of the rooms that we must clean,” he explained. The first room was 505, so they headed to the 5th floor. “I have the key that opens the rooms. I can't give it to you because I don’t want anything going missing,” he said, causing her to frown.
“This hotel is also extended stay, so some people live here,” he said.
“Okay,” she responded, wondering how much it would cost to stay for a month.
They went down the list, and he showed her how to clean. That was how her first day went.
Three weeks later:
Angel was assigned to train her again. She needed help with specific tasks, like properly folding towels and making beds. As they worked, they talked and got to know each other. He was a Scorpio, and she, being an Aries, wasn’t sure how they would get along.
After going through the list of rooms, they found themselves with some downtime in an empty room. “Are you single?” he asked.
She looked at him quizzically. “Yeah, why?”
“You’re sexy as hell. I just wanted to know if I could look,” he said bluntly, then laughed. “Because it was so hard not to.”
“Stop it!” she blushed.
“I wish I were joking,” he said, eyeing her up and down. “Every time you bend over…”
She didn’t get offended. Instead, she turned around and looked at him, not just as a coworker, but as a potential mate. He wasn’t ugly—in fact, he was handsome.
“Is that why you asked to train me?” she asked.
“You know air ignites fire, right?” he said, smirking.
“Well, air also blows out the fire,” she said with a straight face.
“True,” he said, walking out of the room to grab something from the cart. She made the bed in the most sensual way possible, enjoying the playful flirting.
Her ex was well-known throughout the city, making it difficult for her to find anyone willing to talk to her. Angel was the first guy to hit on her in a long time, and she was desperate. Plus, he seemed cool and honest, so she decided to give him a chance.
When Angel returned, he bumped into her, knocking her to her knees. “Oh, my bad,” he said, staring at her ass.
“It’s okay,” she said.
“Can those pants hug any tighter?” he asked, his eyes undressing her.
She felt sexy despite the ugly work outfit. Krystal stood up, and they continued working. As she tucked the covers in, she saw the perfect opportunity. She made up an excuse to get close to him. “Sorry,” she said, squatting in front of him. “You dropped something.”
“What did I drop?” he asked, looking down at her on her knees.
“Your pants,” she said, looking up at him.
“What?” he said, his jaw dropping. “Damn! Shit, fuck it!” He dropped his pants, and she stroked him with her hand. He leaned against the bed. “This is somebody’s room!” he said, looking around.
“Yeah, but nobody has to know, right?” she said, slapping him lightly.
“Damn!” he said, looking down at her. “This is what you wanted, right? Nobody is going to come; everybody is on break.”
“Let's go to an empty room,” he suggested.
“Fine,” she agreed. They went to the last room on the list. A customer walked past them. “I hope you're enjoying your stay,” she said.
“Oh yes, thank you. I love the Stay House Inn. It’s so clean,” the guest said, entering the room they just left.
Angel burst into laughter. They entered an empty room, and Krystal slammed him on the bed. “Lock the door,” he said.
“Nah, that looks bad,” she said, smiling.
“Damn!” he said, laying down. She continued to pleasure him, but his size didn’t match her expectations. It was only six inches, but she didn’t discriminate. He put on a condom, and she rode him. Despite its size, it felt good. His girthy little thing was enough for her.
They tried various positions, each feeling better than the last because his size didn’t hurt her. She was riding him hard, the headboard hitting the wall. She heard the door beep but couldn't get up fast enough. The manager, Kordell, walked in on them.
“Krystal, I cannot believe this! This will not be tolerated!” he said, pulling her off the bed. “You’re fired!”
“You aren’t innocent either,” she snapped, pointing at the porn magazine and oil he was carrying. “Where were you going?”
“For your information, I found this in somebody’s room!” he defended himself.
“Oh, so you stole that!” she challenged.
“No…” he stuttered.
“Nobody has to find out about this!” she begged. “I will personally take care of that problem.”
“What problem?” he asked.
She pointed at his bulging pants. “How?” he asked, trying to cover himself.
She grabbed the oil and lubed her whole body. “Come here, Kordell,” she said, getting back into the bed. “I know you’ve been fantasizing about me being your maid.”
“You have no proof!” he lied.
She grabbed the duster and bent over, dusting under the table. His dick grew even harder. “See?” she said, pointing.
“Fuck!” he said, dropping the magazine and joining her in the bed. He stripped off his clothes, and she continued pleasuring Angel.
“Oh! Shit! This shit is so damn right,” he moaned, rolling his eyes.
“Come here, Kordell,” she said, spreading her legs.
He didn’t hesitate. He stuffed her with his entire dick. “Fuck!” she moaned as Angel slid in and out of her mouth, while Kordell pounded her.
“Shit! I am about to bust,” Angel said, jerking.
Kordell took full charge. “I have been waiting for this experience. Damn it, Krystal, you are so sexy!” he said, biting his lip.
She moaned his name loudly as Angel finished on her face. Kordell didn’t wait. He held her hips and banged her hard, forcing her head deep into the bed. She never imagined this happening when she came to work, but she had to admit, it felt good and was something she would look forward to every day.
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