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I trudged into work for another evening shift. I seemed to have become a regular occurrence now, working double shifts because someone had called in sick or left. I hung up my jacket and signed in, heading to find my manager for a list of rooms to attend to for the evening in amongst any calls. I found him and he looked up as I entered the office.
"Ah you're here. You've been requested for the evening to carry out service for one room" he said, finding the keys. I looked at him a bit bemused for a minute, waiting for him to explain some more.
"Don't ask me," he said, reading my expression, "She just rang down and requested you specifically and said to send you up once you started work" he said, handing me the key.
"I dunno why anyone would do that" I said, trying not to sound unsure.
"And as you know, we pride ourselves on quality customer service around here. So hop to it" he said, looking up with a finalising expression. I gave a nod and headed out, then looked down at the key in my hand. The number 69 was stencilled in white on the cheap, black plastic key handle, wisps of plastic around the edges. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the room number, and wondered why the hell I'd been personally requested. I figured it was just a mate playing a prank on me, maybe he thought it'd get me out of my shift.
It occurred to me, once I reached the fifth floor, that I could have checked the list of guests to find out who I was meant to be serving for the evening. I certainly wasn't about to walk back down five flights of stairs to find out though. I headed along the corridor, counting through the numbers to reach number 69 at the end. It was an end room so subsequently large, one of the more luxurious suites at the hotel. I knocked on the door and waited a moment, hearing nothing. I slotted the key into the lock with a click and turned it, opening the large door and heading in. I stepped in and saw nobody around, but something caught my eye on the table. Walking closer I saw it was a note on a piece of folded white paper, which I picked up, flicking it open with a twist of my fingers.
"The shower could use some special attention" it said in soft, feminine handwriting. I felt my cock twitch as I read the note again to make sure I'd seen it right. I pondered for a minute, wondering what was going on, and then headed down the hall to the bathroom. I paused for a moment outside, thinking I could hear water running but dismissed it. The doors were pretty solid so you couldn't hear a lot of things through them, and nobody was here it seemed. I opened the door and walked in, looking up. I caught my breath with a choking sound in the warm, steamy air at what I saw in front of me. Shakira stood in the open shower, the hot water cascading down over her tight, tanned body as she lathered up. A trail of soapy water ran down her spine and between the firm cheeks of her arse as she soaped up her shoulders, her hands then sliding to foam up her perky breasts. She turned slightly and looked over her shoulder.
"I wondered when you'd get here" she said in her sexy Colombian accent, her hand sliding down to soap her toned stomach as she gave a seductive smile. I still couldn't form words as she turned back and slowly rinsed herself off, rubbing her hands over every inch of her fine body. My cock was now rock hard, which I'd barely noticed as I'd watched her gorgeous form. She reached up and flicked the shower off with a flick of her hand and then stepped out. She gave me a full frontal, her long, tanned body glistening with wetness, and a pussy clean shaven to perfection.
She grabbed a towel and blotted her face before smiling at me. She reached up and started at her shoulders, briskly rubbing the soft towel over her breasts and stomach, and then down over her shaven mound, where she paused for a few seconds. Shakira then bent over away from me and rubbed the towel slowly up and down her long legs, taking her time before moving back up and rubbing the towel around her tight rear. She wiggled her hips as she dried off, really making a show.
"How's that fine arse been doing?" I said, my first words to her.
"It's doing just fine, but it was really sore after last time. Next time I get my ass fucked it's gonna have to be properly lubed. Unfortunately I forgot to get any, so we'll have to give it a miss this time. I'll make it more than worth your while though" she purred, giving me a wink.
She pulled the towel across her tight arse again before giving a quick drag up her back as she stood up, and then throwing the towel aside as she turned to me again. She stepped towards me a little, glancing at the bulge in my trousers, and then put one foot up on the toilet. She put her arms behind her head and stretched her smooth, tanned body out. Shakira looked at me with playful eyes.
"Do you think I need to lose weight?" she said in a light hearted manner.