The room was nicer than Dean expected, his becoming crabby with his boss after the last trip to Las Vegas appeared to have an effect.
That time the room he got was in a motel a two mile trip from the strip, the place didn't have a restaurant, not even a Coffee pot in the room.
That pissed Dean off some, he knew his value to the company.
Without him, nearly nothing got fixed. Every time a project went tits up he was expected to hop on an airplane and go fix things.
Usually some stupid ass worker the company they sold to got wires crossed, pumps hooked up backwards, a fucking fan motor not in sequence.
Stupid shit but Dean was used to it.
Threats of sendingt the whole works back went right over his head, Dean was at the point where even if the jerk manager swore at him, he never changed expression.
"Let me see what I can do." Was his typical answer, even though his basic instinct was to pop the son of a bitch and fucking quit.
$75 grand a year and benefits was why he kept his wonderful bedside manner.
But to save money, they seemed to like to rent him a room he wouldn't let his Dog stay in, if he had a Dog that is.
But there was that expense account.
Dean took a cab to a nearby store, bought a Coffee pot, some Coffee, sugar, and a sack of those red hot hard candies he liked.
Perhaps that was why they got him a better room?
Now he was booked into the ElDorado in Reno, a nice spa room. Big hot tub in the corner, a huge TV, wet bar.
Much better.
The job was so damned easy that Dean was back to his room by 2 in the afternoon, like nearly always the big combination conveyor and collator had one wire pinched between the frame, no shit it kept tripping the breakers.
He had suggested that in his reply to the email he got about the problem, the response was "MY CREW KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING!"
Yep. All caps.
Assholes.
So Dean flew down to Reno, hell, it was only about a 90 minutes flight.
It took him 5 minutes to spot the problem and two hours to pull the frame and reroute the wires.
No apology from the manager, who once he knew what was really wrong, went into his office and stayed there.
Dean caught a taxi back downtown, now he had all night to kill until his 4:40 flight home the next afternoon.
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The maid was making up the room from the night before, she was a very pretty little Hispanic looking gal dressed in the usual black and white uniform.
She gave him a nervous look when he walked in, so he held up his key card. She smiled and took it, went over to the door and checked the card. It lit up the lock, of course.
This hotel/casino had pretty good security, he had to show his room card to even get on an elevator.
The maid went back to work, Dean lay down on the bed and turned on the TV.
"Por favor, senorita? Is there as masseuse on staff?" He asked her. She looked at him blank.
"Masaje?" Dean pointed at the telephone. The woman understood and smiled.
"Si. Momento." She reached for a nearby note pad and wrote down a phone number, handed it to him.
"Carlos. $80.00" The note said.
"Do you know any females? You know, a senorita. por favor?" That was about the extent of Dean's Spanish, it had worked when he was in Las Vegas. The maid there understood perfectly and that had been fun since she was extremely willing.
Of course the $100 bill he handed to her had helped with that, and he got a fairly lousy rubdown combined with a rather glorious hand job.
That woman had even reached down inside her bra and hauled out a pair of rather soft looking tits, nipples black as coal.
The maid still looked at him puzzled, so Dean reached in his wallet and produced a $100 bill, handed it to her.
She looked at it in surprise, then handed it right back, shaking her head no.
Just crap! It appeared that this place was different than the motel in Las Vegas, oh well.
Dean went back to his TV program, the maid finished up and left quickly.
She did say something just before she left, Dean had no idea at all what it was.
It wasn't swear words, he knew all of those. He resigned himself to a lonely night, thinking after dinner he might head on down and try the quarter machines.
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The room phone woke him up, he was thinking probably something went wrong with the damn machine since he had given the manager his room number.
"You inquired about a massage in your room, sir?" A soft and sexy voice asked him.
"Uhh...yes! I did. Can I ask for your rates?" He asked her.
"It's $125.00 for the massage, and that is the full first hour. If you would like me to bathe you first, that is another $25.00."
"You do..baths, too?" Dean asked.
"Yes, you will find that to be most enjoyable." She purred.
"That sounds great!" Dean told her. She told him a time, explaining she would call from the lobby so he could come down and get her. Security of course would not allow her up to his room without a key card.
The phone rang again about an hour later, she explained that she had long dark hair and was dressed in a slacks and a blue blouse.
Dean took the elevator down, she was easy to find since she was sitting on one of the benches they keep there, waiting.
"I'm Carlita." She smiled, holding out her hand.
Dean was surprised, the woman looked to be in her late 40's or early 50's. She was slender and well built, that much was clear since the light blue blouse she had only demonstrated the fact that she was well endowed.
Carlita was a few inches shorter than Dean was, and the other surprise was her startling green eyes.
Dean was barely 30, he had expected her to be much younger.
"Do I look all right, do you find me pleasing?" She asked, her accent sounded Hispanic but was very light.
"Well, you are beautiful, I am looking forward to the massage."
"Shall we go up then? You will find that I am very very good at what I do, sir."
"Please call me Dean." He told her. She smiled and nodded.
The security guard gave him a knowing grin as they stepped into the elevator. Dean managed a perfectly straight face.
In the room, Carlita went over the the hot tub and turned on the water. As the tub was filling, she opened a shoulder case she was carrying and got out several bottles of different things, Dean had no idea what they were.
One she opened and poured some into the hot tub, the water nearly instantly foamed up into huge masses of bubbles.
"Would you like to undress and step into the tub?" Carlita asked with a smile.
Dean suddenly felt nervous, did she expect him to just strip nude right in front of her.
"Do not be shy, I have seen men and I like to see them very much!" She smiled even more broadly.
Dean reached up and began to unbutton his shirt.
"Do you mind if I undress also? It is much easier to do the bath that way." Dean looked at her, mildly surprised but why not?
"Sure, make yourself comfortable." He told her, still aware that for some crazy reason he felt shy in front of this woman.
She quickly shed her blouse, reached back and unhooked the soft matching blue bra. She glanced up at him as he watched her and then reached for her slacks.
