I knew hospitality like the back of my hand. Sure, the people could be testing and working as a hotel maid was a peaceful role. Just me, my own music and taking my time. It beat bar work and being a waitress. Plus, working in Las Vegas, I got to enjoy all kinds of tourists.
I mostly worked with older ladies and very few men. Many were lovely and endless fun. They were of the generation who'd ask me why I wasn't married. I didn't want to outright say that I enjoyed hooking up with men casually, as they'd judge me, but instead, I brushed it off and said I was looking for Mr. Right.
After around 5 months on the job, I found him.
Ed came to stay at our hotel with two of his friends. I walked into the room to him standing there in his swim shorts, ready to hit the pool. He was polite, respectful, and thanked me for the job I was doing. For some reason, that I fully kick myself for, I responded, "no problem, at your service!"
Ashleigh -- you fucking idiot! Sure, it's a 5* hotel, but why on earth did you...?
Oh, never mind. I was flustered, I'll admit it. As the days went on, I knew he likely wouldn't be here for much longer. I'd heard jokes from two of the other, much older ladies I worked with. We all agreed Ed was handsome and had something about him.
Fun felt absent from the mundane in my life. I was craving a passionate man and everything he had to offer. Ed seemingly fit the bill and I could tell that he was there to let loose and I saw no ring. As I was cleaning his room, he came in. I heard him ask if anybody was in here. I had my earphones in, which wasn't really allowed, and I was bent over, cleaning underneath the sinks in the bathroom.
Fuck it, why not stay there? On one hand, I was unattractive, cleaning the floor, but in another perspective, I was on my knees, bent over, with my peachy ass on show. Ed came into the bathroom and apologised, saying he didn't know I was here. I looked around, smiling, saying it was no problem. I clocked him checking out my ass -- a big win.
As Ed sat on the bed, he asked if I'd like him to head out while I made up the room. I told him it wasn't necessary, and I froze a little in his presence. He made some small talk and even asked me how long I'd worked here. When asked, I informed Ed that I'd worked a few jobs in hospitality. We generally weren't allowed to share information about ourselves or even ask guests, so I was breaking the rules.
Ed asked me if I missed my older jobs. I said I could see the best and worst sides of people, especially with some of the 'darker' things I'd done. His intrigue was there and as he sat on the bed with a coke, he asked more. I laughed and said that working in a strip club for a year as a dancer was nothing like my job now.
He nearly spat his drink out. I saw Ed's eyes light up. He remained respectful, but amusingly, Ed was now the one a little flustered. I joked that a guy had seen me here working, remembering me from the strip joint, and had offered me $150 for a personal dance. I was laying the lustful foundations here.
It worked. Ed's mind was ticking over. He asked what I missed most about the strip club, and I said the thrill of pleasuring a guy, whereas now, I make somebody simply happy by cleaning their hotel room, and that we all need a good thrill sometimes. Suddenly, he joked that $150 was a little cheap, and that $300 was more appropriate.
I smiled. I locked eyes with Ed and said that $300 for a strip tease is a little much, but $300 for a full strip show and personal dance, with no rules, is more fitting. The sexual tension had developed, and he touched my hand, telling me I was the hottest maid he'd ever seen and that he wanted to go home with an incredible memory of Vegas.
