The hotel had been converted from an old manor house situated in luxuriously maintained grounds. A long drive lined with cherry blossom trees led past a perfectly rectangular lake and ended in a gravel car park with a grand goblet like ten foot high fountain in the middle. The wide stone steps lead up to a double set of oak doors and into a grand foyer with marble floors and a mahogany counter. The beautiful tanned brunette standing behind the counter wore a warm, genuine smile, a smart blouse, skirt, jacket, and a neck scarf.
As Karen approached the receptionist, she admired the fine surroundings and reminded herself to congratulate her Personal Assistant on finding such a gem of a hotel, yes it was pricey, but being the sole shareholder of a successful software firm, Karen could afford it. The last hotel Cheryl had booked was appalling, squalid even, and Karen had reprimanded her for it but this was much more to taste.
The receptionists' well made-up eyes widened as if guests were unicorns only found in myth and staff induction videos, then her brow furrowed as if trying to remember the correct way to address a unicorn.
"Hello and welcome to Mount Belmont. My name is Fiona, how may I help you today?" she asked with a sing-song voice but slightly glazed expression, seeming to look through Karen to the lush gardens beyond the doors.
"I have a room booked in the name of Stone?"
The receptionist, "Fiona" according to her name tag, paused while her brain engaged. "Yes Miss Stone, we are expecting you and have you assigned to a deluxe suite"
'Very efficient', Karen thought. 'She didn't even need to reference a computer.'
The thought lingered in Karen's mind and began to dissolve while the blank expression returned to her host, and after a pregnant pause.
Karen looked around feeling a little uncomfortable and added "So, where is this deluxe suite?" with no less than a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.
The receptionist seemed to make direct eye contact for the first time but frowned again and a pulse of fear made it across the gulf between their minds before her eyes widened again and the smile returned before continuing to sing her routine.
"We serve dinner between six and nine. There is a spa and gym for your leisure and here is the key to your room." She said, taking a circular device from under the counter and sliding it across the surface.
"Right, thank you, please take my bags to my room, I assume you have Wi-Fi?"
"Our guests have free use of the wifi which has no password, but I am afraid the concierge is... err... indisposed. I can have your bags carried up to your room a little later if you would like?"
"Bloody ridiculous" Karen snorted,"I'll sort it out myself."
The receptionist let out a yelp as if she had been slapped round the chops. Her eyes widened again before phasing back to her glazed smile.
"I am so sorry for the inconvenience. If there is any way I can make it up to you I would be delighted if you could give me the opportunity."
Karen pursed her lips and gave her a curious look. The initial impression of her efficiency and professionalism was evaporating to be replaced with 'odd', and Karen debated whether to tell her so.
Never one to mince words she said "You're a bit odd aren't you." Relishing the excuse to taunt the girl.
The receptionist tilted her head slightly forwards as if to speak in confidence but maintained her smile, whispering almost pleadingly "I apologise Miss Stone, please do enjoy your stay, your room is down the corridor to your right."
Taking the handles of her bags Karen spun round and paced down the corridor.
Unbeknownst to Karen this exchange was entirely different from Fiona's position on the other side of the counter, but how was she to know that Fiona's legs ached from standing behind the counter for nearly six hours without a break, watching the large clock above the door and the wide view of the open lush green well manicured gardens beyond the hotel lobby. At midday, a couple of hours previously, the large self lubricating dildo that gently hummed intermittently in her pussy went into overdrive for 20 seconds before retracting, the clamp under her scarf attached to the rigid pole shaped perfectly to the contours of her spine disengaged, simultaneously disconnecting the wire to her bra so she could totter through the private door behind the reception counter on wobbly cramping legs stilted upon six inch heels. In the office behind reception, the unsteady girl had found Melissa sitting at the computer managing the hotel operations and staff. Melissa gave Fiona a despairing look and stood up from the chair, revealing another shaft sticking up from its seat and pushed past her without a word to swap places while Fiona ate her lunch.
The drip winding its way lazily down Fiona's leg was a good indicator of how easily the already glistening phallus on Melissa's seat slid in when she sat down, with her bowl of nutrient rich gruel in front of her. Five monitors surrounded her as she put the headset over one ear, the other already containing a discreet earbud. Fiona carefully positioned her six inch healed ankles in front of the automatic cuffs at the base of the chair, which engaged on sensing her flesh coming to contact. Three of the monitors displayed cameras from around the premises, another gave statistics and information such as room and pool temperatures, stock levels, cleaning frequencies, and current assigned tasks, which was all the data required to gauge staff efficiency and offer encouragement if required. The last screen showed switchboard information and calls, incoming bookings and a task list provided by management and guests alike.
Fiona and Melissa had been at Belmont longer than most of the staff, having been broken and rebuilt to the roles they were given so well that they were entrusted with a measure of freedom, to the point where they were increasingly managing the less competent members of the customer care team.
Fiona knew she probably wasn't the only one watching the cameras, and was probably being watched herself by Lady Olbeck or Stephen as she wriggled on her seat attempting to find a modicum of comfort. She hoped they didn't think her surreptitiously adjusting herself on the chair in a vain hope of getting a moment of bliss into her daily suffering. That would be considered play, but this was work time, besides she had agreed to, following a rigorous 'staff training' course to being the willing recipient of her stimulation, not the instigator.
Looking over the screens as she ate Fiona could see Penny trying to catch a sly nap on the bed she had just made up, at least she thought it was Penny but it was hard to tell who was inside the tight rubber punishment outfit. The large angry globes of her breasts forced out by the constricting rubber bands built into the chest were a good indicator of which particular girl was wrapped within. Maria lay next to her looking satisfied, even pleased with herself. It looked as though the good Lady's sister had been up to her old tricks, Fiona rewound the video five minutes to see her removing her entwined fingers from the leather clad head and role away to revel in the bliss Penny's tongue had lavished on her.
Fiona used the computer to activate the shock plug wedged in Penny's pert behind, the girl on the camera jerked and rolled off the bed, her chained ankles connected by the stiff steel pole unbalancing her as she tried to stand before immediately losing her balance and landing hard on her back. Fiona stifled a laugh at what should have been her comrade before straightening her back and affecting a serious tone.
"Penny, I am sorry to have to report you to Mistress Bella for your inattentiveness to your duties, for your own good I am activating your punishment plug on 5 minute intervals for the rest of your shift to keep you focused on task"
The rubber clad girl found her feet and a muffled moan found its way around her ring gag as she looked up to the ceiling where she thought the camera might be and some unintelligible gag but obviously speak dribbled over her stretched lips in response.
Maria, still lying on the bed, sniggered in sadistic satisfaction at the maid's distress.
"Pen, get back to it, and do yourself a favour and don't screw up again today."
Another groan poured into Fiona's headphone as Penny dragged her cuffed legs and chained hands towards the open hidden door built into the wall in the room's corner with a duck-like humiliating waddling gait. Fiona watched as she entered the servant's corridor and the next guest room.
After informing Mistress Bella of the new wenches lack of discipline and sending a quick note to Lady Olbeck regarding her little sister Maria's antics Fiona refocused on the screens and her administrative duties while she ate her sickeningly boring lunch.
Three arrivals were scheduled this afternoon: Sam Hatherton, a wealthy businessman whom Fiona recognized straight away as a regular client and a John Doe who was a high paying customer wishing to remain anonymous. Customers were usually aware of the more underground nature of the hotel, but were also carefully scrutinised by management before visiting, the John Does paid handsomely and in doing so bypassed many of the usual checks.
The third was Karen Stone,but instead of the usual 'Online Booking' next to her name, the entry had 'Added by Admin'. Miss Stone had been placed in a Deluxe VIP suite, although her payment had not reflected such treatment.
'How curious' thought Fiona, but she didn't have an opportunity to contemplate the mysterious guest any further as her counterpart Melissa came back in and grinned at her, having finished her stint and obviously pleased she would not be spending the rest of the afternoon at Fiona's 'post'.
The second half of the shift passed for Fiona with the usual monotony, apart from an announcement over the general intercom requesting "bell service to room 204". Room 204 was Mistress Bella's personal apartment.
'Sounds like Maria has pushed her luck a little too far' thought Fiona, and wondered whether there would be any comeback for reporting her, but knowing it could have been her good self summoned to the Mistress's chambers if she hadn't done her duty.
Another spell of boredom similar to the morning shift with fantasies of sitting under the oak tree in the grounds before a smartly dressed woman in her early thirties marched imperiously up to the the reception doors, her chauffeur hot on her heels with a heavy-looking wheelie case and bag which he dropped behind her before slinking away. Watching her through the windows as she had approached, Fiona was aware of her heart beating faster in her chest and as the doors opened she was rewarded with the first real stimulation in hours to needlessly focus her attention on a potential customer. It was all Fiona could do to stop her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she was powerless to stop the large dildo with its clitoral ears violently announcing the guests arrival by ramping up to overdrive. By the time the six foot blonde reached the counter her tormentor had started to calm and allowed the girl to address her visitor.
"Hello and welcome to Mount Belmont. My name is Fiona, how may I help you today?" Fiona recited automatically.
The check-in went without incident until Miss Stone turned ugly at the thought of having to cart her own bag to her room thanks to Maria's selfish use of Penny during the maids busy shift and subsequent summoning which left no one to bellhop. Something Fiona would have been happy to do if only to flex her aching legs, lets alone for the tip. Alas the damned stupid pole jammed up her pussy limited her function to front desk. Melissa must have been watching the discourse from the office as a sharp shock was discharged into her wet cunt and breasts via the same pole and the customised bra when the guest had shown her dissatisfaction.
'Melissa, you bitch!' the assaulted reception girl screamed in her mind at the unfairness of it. 'It's not my fault Maria can't control her lust and restrain her impulse to use every defenceless member of staff for her own carnal needs at whim.'
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Karen held up the novel silver bracelet she had received from the peculiar reception girl to the electronic lock of her suite. The green light emanating from the gem inset into the highly polished steel flashed three times and the door click-clunked open to reveal the entrance to a room a foreign dignitary would be pleased to be placed in.
The cream carpet was so thick her practical 2 inch heels dragged through it, and the white walls were decorated with tasteful pictures of indecipherable modern art. Pausing to stare into one invoked memories of cat suits and damsels in old cult TV programs. Although the picture looked like a psychologist's ink smudge at first glance. Shaking her head, Karen moved on to find the entrance leading to a living space with two couches facing a large TV screen above a six by three foot fish tank set into the length of the wall. Behind the couches a round table with iron legs, oak top and 4 solid oak chairs sat with a full champagne bucket and dinner menu.
