I have run a very small, almost invisible hotel for a number of years now. We have never sought publicity of any kind, you will not find us on any website, magazine or advert. We are not even listed in a telephone book or the yellow pages. If you know about us then you also know you don't necessarily want others to know about us. It was one of our customers who first plagiarised the fight club film by quoting, the first rule of Cavendish House is you don't talk about Cavendish House, the second rule is you don't talk about Cavendish House!
When I first bought the hotel my aim was pretty basic, build up a reputation, build my bank balance and either get to a point that the business was attractive enough to be bought out by a chain or earn enough to sell up and go for a bigger hotel. I figured I was young enough at twenty five to go through a build and sell model a few times so that within ten years I would have enough assets to either retire or get someone else to do the hard work while I lived comfortably off the generated income. It never quite worked out that way for me, the first year was good, regular customers, rarely an empty bedroom and all of the money earnt was channelled back into improving the facilities with an aim to attract a more up market cliental. It was the second year that nearly sank me. With all of the money from year one re-invested the bookings suddenly dried up and stopped. After three months without a single customer, financial difficulties forced me to lay off all the staff leaving just myself and my girlfriend Liz to run the place. The hotel had been left to me as a gift from my late Grandfather so at least there was no mortgage to pay but the monthly bills were still crippling with no income. Several times in the following months I considered selling the small eight bedroom hotel to a property developer but every time I considered the option I heard my Grandfathers voice in my head telling me to have faith and look for a niche in the service market.
Liz thought the voices in my head were a sign of stress or possibly early schizophrenia. She also told me that she briefly considered locking the bathroom door when she showered to avoid a psycho incident but then remembered she particularly liked it when I interrupted her shower to help her lather up and wash her clean.
Our plan was to offer exceptional customer service, what the customer wanted the customer got sort of thing. With an intention of capturing the business market as they tended to be high paying and fast turn over, usually one or two night stays and out all day at meetings or conferences to allow us to keep the hotel clean and ready without lots of guests hanging around all day with little requirements.
Our lifeline came one autumn evening when our first booking in months landed a party of four business types for an overnight stay. This one booking would be enough to allow us to keep going for at least a month, more if we were careful. As it happened this was to be the event that transformed our little world and shaped the next five years of our lives.
The business party was pretty normal, three middle aged men and a woman who seemed to be the personal assistant of one of the others. Liz and myself split hotel duties between us as necessary, both of us being capable of doing all the roles but Liz preferred the front of house role and was a great hostess. I checked all four in to the hotel and delivered their luggage to their rooms while Liz provided drinks and enquired about any plans for eating. As it happened the senior of the party indicated they were eating out but may well be back for a nightcap later.
Liz managed to get another two rounds of drink from the group before they left for dinner through the use of some selective flirting which was getting lapped up by at least two of the middle aged men and seemed to amuse the woman too.
Once the party left for the evening, Liz and myself discussed the plan for the evening. Normally one of us would stay up to welcome guests and work the bar while the other would retire with the aim to do the early shift for breakfast. Tonight however we both decided to stay up, as we waited for the party to return we began talking about how far either of us would go to provide customer service. It started quite jokey, playfully I asked Liz would she let one of them touch her if they wanted too in order to make a customer happy. The response surprised me and I soon realised that Liz was committed to making sure we got a good recommendation from our guests. I could easily have been upset or annoyed at the fact that Liz was prepared to allow some middle aged stranger grab her ass just for a good recommendation, but I found the whole thing a serious turn on. I never thought for one minute it would actually happen.
"What would you do then?" Liz asked me as we sat quietly having a drink -- "Where would you draw the line for your business, your livelihood, your future?" Liz had a way of teasing me with her seductive pout and suggestive dares.
"Would you for instance" Liz suggested "allow that PA woman to suck your young, hard cock. I bet she hasn't had a cock like yours for years. I saw the way she looked at you when you checked her in, I swear she clenched her arse and thrust her tits forward the whole time she was stood by you. You can't tell me you didn't notice her, you are a sucker for breasts and she almost put hers on a plate." Liz laughed as she made her last announcement, softly cupping her own ample breasts and telling me the girls almost felt jealous.
I had seen Liz like this before, her sexuality was on a slow burn, smouldering away waiting for the explosion then all hell would break loose. I wanted nothing more than rip her clothes off and stoke her fire over a table in the hotel bar but in this mood we would still be fucking and oblivious if our guests came back and that wasn't quite the way I wanted to get a recommendation. The tension and suggestion built between us and I was just about to give in and take Liz into the storeroom when our four business guests returned from dinner.
Liz knew she had me worked up and fit to burst, not helping by giving my cock a quick stroke through my trousers just before the party walked into the bar area.
Liz took a drinks order, happily serving three shots of our most expensive whisky and one glass of white wine, quickly followed by another round. After that two of the party retired leaving the PA and the youngest of the three men to have another drink.
Liz served another white wine and whisky before one of our guests re-appeared in the doorway of the bar signalling he needed some help. Liz spotted him before I did and gave me a wink telling me she was off to improve our ratings. Wiggling her fine ass, in her tight black skirt as she clip clopped on her four inch heels over to the doorway. Disappearing with the guest after a short conversation leaving me with the two in the bar.
Liz returned about fifteen minutes later slightly red in the face but with a huge smile on her face. I knew something had happened but I couldn't really ask her in front of the other two guests. Almost on cue the two finished their drinks thanked us both and left the bar heading back to I assumed either one or the other of their rooms.
I quickly turned to Liz and gave her my best disapproving stare before asking if there was something she wanted to tell me?
Liz laughed and suggested that the guest may have tried to feel her ass as she located another pillow for him. But the way she said it made me think there was more to it that just that.
"So what exactly took another fourteen minutes after you found the pillow then?" was the challenge I responded with, noticing for the first time that her hair was now loose around her shoulders rather than being pulled back into a tight pony tail that she usually wore while working.
Before I could press the point and find out exactly what Liz had been up to the PA appeared back in the bar this time trying to catch my eye for some assistance with her room. Liz smiled as I walked away to help my guest and blew me a kiss as she began the process of locking the bar and closing up for the night.
My guest, Claire as it turned out, was having multiple problems. The first being the request for an additional pillow (seemed to be catching!) which I located in one of the rooms wardrobes, the second issue was with the TV and how it worked, again another easy fix. The third was the one she was obviously working up to and from her open suitcase she produced what liked like a white six inch microphone with a long cable and plug on the end.
"I need a hand with this if you don't mind" Claire said waving her microphone in one hand and the plug in the other. In my naivety I took the plug dropping to my knees to locate the nearest plug socket before I registered what the microphone actually was. My suspicions confirmed as the plug connected and the "microphone" instantly began to buzz and vibrate with the application of power.
Claire was stood against the edge of the bed about two feet to my right, the white vibrator buzzing gently in her hands and her eyes watching me for my reaction.
My mind instantly jumped back to the conversation with Liz earlier and the challenge of what would I do to make a guest happy. The words were out of my mouth before my brain had a chance to override them "Is there anything else I can help you with while I'm here?"
"Maybe one thing" Claire responded deftly releasing the button and zip of her skirt allowing it to fall smoothly to the floor.
Claire was probably in her late thirties, about five foot eight, so considerably taller than Liz, and was completely clean shaven. She was now stood naked from the waist down with the exception of a pair of heels having evidently either not worn underwear or having managed to remove them discreetly before her skirt hit the floor.
I began to move closer to Claire not quite sure if I was actually about to do what was so obviously going to happen. Still on the floor my head was at eye level with her naked pussy, a shimmer of moisture between her legs reflecting from the room lights and the subtle scent of a woman telling me I had as many green lights to proceed as there could possibly be.
Slowly my mouth began to kiss Claire's skin, starting with the junction of thigh and pelvis, kissing across to the top of her other thigh then back again drifting slightly lower with each pass. The small prickles of re-growing hair against my lips and tongue as I explored lower.
With a sigh Claire parted her legs enough to allow my kisses to graze her inner thighs, my nose brushing past her lips as I move from kissing one thigh to the other. On the next pass I feel Claire's hand rest on my head, the vibrator still in her hand causing a gentle buzz to be transferred into my head.
My mouth for the first time now directly onto Claire's pussy, my tongue tasting the first drop of moisture between her lips, pushing softly between her folds and being met by more wetness and heat. Slowly I move my tongue up and down Claire's pussy, my mouth occasionally kissing her lips before my tongue pushes back inside.
