~It has taken a while to get back to the hotel story but I managed to put a little time into it. I want to edit the first part of this story, the intro, I see few typos and also to make it chapter 1. I'll try and get that done soon. Hope you enjoy.
EM
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The guys headed down the stairs behind Cathy who was storming away several flights below. Still chuckling Randy called out "Cathy you should at least put on your shoes before you get outside."
"Fuck off!" Echoed up the stairwell.
They heard the ground floor door open and begin its slow squeaky return. Jacob quipped that someone should fix that and they all laughed. As they rounded the last landing they were surprised to see Cathy standing there looking up at them.
Jack was first and stopped in the middle of the flight, as Randy and Jacob pulled up behind him. No one spoke until Cathy said; "I want all three of you to follow me to the wood shop."
Jack turned and looked at the other two men. Randy said, "I think she wants to cut something off of us." Jack and Jacob began to laugh but Cathy cut them off.
"No, you said you would make it up to me and that's exactly what you're going to do."
"How?" Jacob said suspiciously.
"Just come with me. You do have keys don't you, maintenance boy?" She put extra emphasis on "boy" looking directly at Jacob. Cathy was several years older than he, probably early thirties. This most likely accounted somewhat for her high libido. Cathy loved her job as much as Jacob did his. The location and seasonal aspect of the hotel afforded her the opportunity to "interact" with a high number of young virile college aged guys who came out to fill the higher number of summer jobs. In truth Cathy didn't typically like to fraternize with the guests on such a level as she had this evening, but even she would let herself get swept off of her feet and onto her back every now and then.
"Yeah, but I could get in trouble with Mike. Why the wood shop?" he asked.
"Because I said, and I wouldn't worry about Mike, if you don't follow me I'll tell Arnie how you guys interrupted me and disturbed a paying guest for no reason other than a joke!"
She really didn't want to drag Arnie into this and as pissed as she was there was no way she would have. Arnie was the hotel's manager and while he was a nice guy, Cathy knew that he would really not like the fact that Cathy, or anyone, was banging a guest.
The three men knew she was probably bluffing. They were not, however ready to call it. As bad as Arnie might frown on Cathy's behavior, their interruption of a consensual "coupling" involving a guest and anyone would be worse in Arnie's eyes.
"OK, OK! Let's go." Jacob said.
Cathy did put on her shoes as she headed out the door, her bra however still snapped back and forth in her hand as she stomped off into the night.
The wood shop was an old building that had performed a multitude of functions over the sixty or so years since it was built. It was maybe 100 yards from the hotel and could only be accessed by a small service road that most guests never even noticed. There was also a walking path from the hotel side, which is the direction that Cathy and the guys approached from. The trail wasn't lit and as they moved away from the hotel they disappeared into the darkness of the night. On a typical night, anyone watching the woodshop from the road will see nothing other than a small pool of light from the lone bare bulb over the door. Tonight however they would have seen Cathy, still stomping furiously, pop out of the darkness and upon reaching the door, stop and turn to look back in the direction she had come from. With the placement of one hand on her hip, bra dangling at her side in the other hand there would have been little mistaking the aura of impatience she was exuding.
Slowly the three guys drifted into the sphere of yellow light, moving slowly with an air of reticence. As they each reached the door they stopped, lining up left to right as if to face down some unspoken danger together, as one.
"Open it," Cathy said, not moving. Jacob sighed, he didn't know what she had in store but he knew that Mike, the head of maintenance did not like other people in his facilities, especially after hours. There had been an instance a few years ago with the painter, an extremely inebriated female guest, the paint shop, and the local police. It seems the guest was extremely vocal while in the throws of passion and another passing guest thought she might actually be in trouble. Needless to say Arnie, with Mike's full agreement gave the painter his walking papers.