The Luxor Hotel bills itself as a quaint little boutique hotel in the bustling heart of the city. What is really is, is a dump with a view. A view of a backstreet where whores and dope-fiends conduct shady transactions, as well as the occasional stabbing. Business travelers come to the Luxor for its all-you-can-drink coffee and affordable rooms - and its apathetic staff who always turn a blind eye to illegal and immoral activities.
I am not an exception to the rule. My shift runs from eight P.M. to eight A.M., and I am not paid enough to care. After ten, I'm the only staff left in the hotel. I lock the front doors at one, or earlier even if all the guests are in, and then I jerk off and lie down to sleep underneath the front desk, until the five A.M. deliveries. Whatever goes on in those rooms, it's none of my business.
Most of the guests are boring, ugly people, but tonight... tonight I checked in the most beautiful woman I ever saw. Well, maybe beautiful isn't the right word. She was overflowing with sex, I could almost smell it on her. Petite frame with long black hair, green eyes and full red lips. Her blouse tight and strained like her tits couldn't wait to burst out. Not huge, definitely not 'melons', more like apples. Perfectly round, juicy apples.
She smiled at me. Guest never smile at me. I was so surprised I almost smiled back. I could swear the tip of her tongue just barely licked her upper lip while I was giving her the instructions. And when she walked to the elevator, there was a definite sway in her hips. I watched her in my peripheral vision while she waited for the ride, hoping she'd look back at me, maybe even wink - but no luck. I watched her disappear into the cabin, salivating at the thought of eating her delicious ass.
Just thinking about it now is making me hard. Check the time. Quarter to one. Good enough. I lock up the front door and open room 100. Right behind the front desk, the smallest room in the hotel. We only rent it when all the others are taken. On a slow night like this, I use it to take a shower or a quick nap on the bed, or just to jerk off in peace, which is what I'm about to do right now. I picture her as I unzip my fly. Marla Banson, the ID said. I close my eyes and see Marla's lips, wrapped around my cock. Her mouth is warm, and she looks up at me with pleading eyes as I grab her hair and start to shove myself down her throat.
My hand moves with lightning speed as I picture myself debasing and degrading this bitch. I mutter under my breath, "Yeah, you want my cum on your face, slut? I'm gonna-"
The ringing phone kills the mood. For fuck's sake, who's calling at this hour?
Blinking light on the dash shows 405. Holy shit, it's her! I pick up and put on my most helpful voice. "Reception."
"Hi, yes, this is Marla Banson from room 405. The ice machine on my floor is broken."
Fuck. It's going to take two days to get it fixed, if I'm lucky, and meanwhile all the assholes are going to call me about their fucking ice all the time.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, we'll get it fixed as soon as possible."
"Great! So, in the meantime, could you be a dear and bring me up a bucket of ice?"
Sure, as soon as I finish jerking off to your asshole milking my cock.
"Right away, ma'am."
I hesitate about finishing before going up, but I don't have any blood left in my brain at this point and I'm seriously thinking she might invite me in and actually suck me off for real. So I tuck in my shirt and put on my smiliest face, and climb up to room 405 with a bucket of ice.
The door's ajar when I get there. I knock softly. "Reception."
"Come in! Just put it down anywhere."
Her voice sounds distant, she's in the bathroom? I push the door open and look for a place to put the bucket. The room's a mess. Clothes everywhere. Panties strewn on the bed. And right there, on a chair, the blouse and pants she was wearing when she checked in.
"Can I get your opinion on something?"
Her voice right behind me. I turn around, and she's standing a foot away, wearing nothing but a sheer negligée and black thigh highs. She smirks at the look on my face.
"This isn't too daring, is it?"
