Now I’m not one to speak badly of celebrities but in my line of work you see a very different side to them than they put on display for their many fans and admirers.
And let me tell you, some of them aren’t averse to using their celebrity status to get what they want, especially when it comes to good old sex and satisfaction.
No, I’m not a bodyguard, or a PA or anything like that; I’m a hotel maid, one of those invisible young women who come and go like whips of unseen smoke from a rich man’s cigar throughout every hotel in the world from Bangkok to San-Francisco.
I work in a very smart expensive hotel in Hollywood. I won’t name it because I need my job to see me through school but just let me say it’s the hotel with the white fountain in front of it and it has a real marble staircase in the foyer that is a real bitch to clean.
I make beds and clean rooms, I have no feelings per se about my job other than it is a means to an end. Like I said before I’m putting myself through school; I don’t intend to spend the rest of my life doing a shit job, looking after guests who think I’m just there to clean up after them.
You’d not believe some the things guests get up to in hotel rooms and I might add a lot of those guests are celebrities that we all worship and adore from afar.
I’ve been working as a Maid for two years now, and any admiration I held for those in the public limelight has been mostly reduced to a combination of amusement and mirth mixed in with a greater understanding of the human race and our fascination with celebrities!
Sometimes I feel that I am living in a warped version of one of those Reality TV shows and it’s called “I’m a Maid, GET me OUT of HERE!” Because there isn’t a week that goes by without me getting an eyeful of very naughty and sometimes tasty behaviour of those beloved start of screen and TV.
I’ve watched Leonardo DiCaprio perform oral sex on awe struck 18 year old fan he sneaked into his Penthouse Suite. She was a pretty girl with long strawberry blonde hair and a pair of nubile pert breasts and large blue doe eyes that looked up at her the man of her dreams who was telling her to take her panties off.
She did, she didn’t even hesitate, she whipped them off and seconds later she was lying on his bed, her legs spread so wide you’d think she was in the process of doing the splits and the golden headed God was on his knees and he dived into the shaven crotch with a groan of delight.
“Oh I’ll catch you if I can,” he said and he started to lap at her cunt, his tongue thrusting in and out of her host moist slit.
She let out a little cry of surprise and pleasure, her hands clawed at the silken sheets and she grabbed his shoulders, her body shaking as she did.
Mr DiCaprio’s penchant is for oral stimulation, he likes to be the one in control. He came up for air, his lips moist with her juices and he said in a husky and very sexy voice to the star struck groupie.
“You’re gonna cum and cum baby doll, but only when I tell you too!”
And you know what? She did exactly what he told her do. I have to admit I was very impressed. Leonardo only had to snap his fingers and she creamed herself for him, can you imagine that? Cumming on command? That is the power some of these celebrities have over us.
The girl was so enamoured of Leonardo her body was his to command and she had an orgasm each time he told her too. He made her come so many times I eventually lost count. Very soon she was a heaving mass of throbbing ecstasy, her body thrashing about on the bed as she screeched out her pleasure, and he got to indulge in his cunt fetish with a vengeance!
They were both of course totally unaware that I was standing in his walk in wardrobe where I was putting away his suitcase and I had to wait silently until he had finished with the girl.
Leonardo ever the gentleman had kissed the fawning groupie on the cheek, gave her a $100 and then told her that this would be their special little secret that only they would share. She fell for it hook line and sinker and squeaked out she’d treasure their time together until the day she died!
In fact she was so star struck she wasn’t even aware she had just prostituted herself even if it was with a star like DiCaprio.
Dear Leonardo, he’s been down on everything, including the Titanic!
I managed to slip out of the room when Leonardo went into the bathroom to floss, and I found the girl floating down the corridor on very wobbly legs. She had orgasmed so many times she was dazed and glassy eyed. She was clutching in her hand the $100 bill he had given her.
I don’t even think that Leonardo knew her name, Juliet I think she said it was when I asked her if she wanted help finding her hotel room.
A close friend of mine told me I could make a fortunate out of what I have seen over the last couple of years but everyone is so into kiss and tell already I’d rather kiss and not tell officially if you know what I mean!
In fact I actually find a lot of things quite amusing, occasionally I get turned on, I’m only human of course but each incident, even the ones that make my panties wet often makes me chuckle as well when I think about them.
Take Paris Hilton (everyone else has!) for example, she is everyone’s golden girl, the person we love to hate and hate to love.
She’s beautiful, rich, spirited, sharp tongued and aggressive.
The press love her and her antics but if they knew what she was really like they’d “have a cow” as Bart Simpson would say.
Paris Hilton has some rather interesting fetishes that she keeps totally under wraps and with good reason, there are some things in our lives that are better kept behind closed doors if you know what I mean?
My friend Toby Thurmond is one of the Bell Boys at the hotel, like me he is working his way through school, but unlike me he panders to the whims of the rich and famous.
I don’t blame him, he gets well paid for it, so well paid in fact he won’t have any student loans to pay off when he finishes school, but then the money is to buy his silence as well as pay him for his time and expertise in the fucking department.
It was Toby who told me about Paris’ fetishes, I believed him because he’s not the sort of guy to lie, also he knows full well that I’m not likely to spill the beans on his little sideline.
He knows that I want a quiet life, and that as tempting as it is, I don’t want to get too drawn into the debauched lifestyle of the rich and famous. It’s one thing to watch, it’s another to join in.
“Paris likes to be spanked,” he told me whilst we ate our lunch in the grubby room in the bowels of Hotel that management provided for its staff, “And she just loves having her feet licked, she practically creams herself when that happens but not as much when she has to do it for others, Paris Hilton is one dirty bitch Rosalina and I mean dirrrrrrrrty!”
I laughed, amused by what my friend was telling me. Toby is a good looking dude; in fact he is as tall as Ms Hilton, just as blonde as she is only his hair is short and smoothed back, just as blue eyed, and he tans real well for a White Southern Boy.
Me on the other hand, I’m the sort of person you’d pass on the stairs and not look twice at. I’m not ugly, far from it, but I’m no stunning blonde piece of ass.
