~This is the first installment of what I hope to be a much longer piece, based loosely on some of the experiences in my own life. Go easy on me. I haven't written any fiction since college and that was under the duress of a greater GPA!
EM
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Introduction:
Jacob had a great job. He worked maintenance at an old hotel in a remote location in the western U.S. He had everything he wanted, a place to stay, some latitude in what he did everyday, at least in so far as it not becoming monotonous. Every week he covered two night shifts from 3 pm to midnight. Mostly he read or worked on pet projects in the wood shop. The only things he had to do on those nights were if a guest had a problem that needed immediate attention.
He had never considered himself a voyeur even though he liked to people watch. He did like to sometimes roam the halls at night. He could hear people talking in the lobby or watch them in the dining room from across the courtyard on the second story balcony. He knew all the nooks and crannies as he had spent a considerable amount of time in the bowels of the building. There were places in the attic where you could see through the cracks and into a few of the rooms. There were maintenance and housekeeping closets that were only separated from some rooms by ¾" of old wood. There were several places on the roof or opposite wings that you could see large banks of rooms and even into the communal showers in the oldest part of the hotel.
Like I said he never considered himself a voyeur until late one night on his way back to the front desk from fixing a locked up radiator he stopped dead in his tracks, right in the middle of the hallway. It took a second to register why he had even stopped but then, he heard the distinctive moaning of a woman and the even more distinctive sounds of the antique style bed and springs that were accompanying her partner's thrusts. He smiled and began to move on when he heard something that really got his blood pumping. "Do it . . . do it . . . fill my ass with your cum!!"
Jacob's chubby quickly became a full blown stiffy as he remembered those exact words coming from Cathy's pretty little mouth when he had fucked her last month. Cathy was a real live wire and she let everyone who interested her know she wasn't shy about jumping into the sack, or the hall closet, or the random dark corner of anywhere. She wasn't exactly the type any mature man thought about marrying or even steadily dating but Jacob was sure she had produce more than a few sticky messes from some of the younger employees who eyed her like she was the dream girl they had always wanted to bring home to mom.
As the moans got louder and the language filthier, her partner had joined in and was egging her on now, Jacob got an idea and began to chuckle. He walked hurriedly down the hall to the courtesy phone near the stairwell and dialed the front desk. He covered his mouth with the collar of his shirt and told the young woman who answered that he was staying on the third floor and thought that a woman at the end of the hall might be in trouble. The girl swiftly and courteously said that she would alert security. She forgot to ask the guest his name or from which room he was calling. Jacob was glad, and not too surprised, it was after all probably the most excitement the receptionist had this week.
Jacob actually laughed as he hung up the phone and waited by the landing. It only took a couple of minutes before he could hear Jack and Randy coming up the stairs. They looked very serious and professional in their blue uniforms, stun guns hanging at their sides and radios attached to their shoulders. He held his hand up to stop them and said, "Slow down boys I called the front desk."
"So where is the trouble?" Jack asked.
"There isn't any I just want to play a trick on Cathy."
"So why bring us up here?" Randy asked.
"Because Cathy is at the end of the hall with some guys cock buried in her ass."
Jack and Randy both began to see where this was going and started to smile.
