I am the manager of a small hotel owned a franchisee of a mid level hotel chain. The hotel is close enough to a regional airport that we have a fair amount of transient traffic. And with almost 140 rooms, I have a good size staff working underneath me.
I am a fairly good looking 32 year old man who has worked my entire life in the hotel business, and have a degree from one of the most established hotel schools in the country. I am certain that my looks as well as schooling are how I got this job. My employers are two brothers and their wives, and I had to interview with all four of them before I got hired.
Part of my deal is that I am fully responsible for the hiring and training, and if need be, firing of the entire hotel staff. Because of the business and the size of the property, I have a good size staff in each department. And because of the location of the office to the front desk, I have a special relationship to the women who work the front desk. And I only hiring women for the front desk. I am certain that men love seeing the young women I hire, and most female travelers feel more comfortable dealing with another woman
About six months ago, I hired a young woman for the front desk to work the "swing" shift, a shift that runs from two until ten. There are nights when I am still working at ten, so the swing shift girls and I always get to know each other, as there are plenty of nights when we end up leaving around the same time. And that is exactly what happened with Renee.
The first night that I walked her out to her car, I was still behind on my work, and knew that I was going to be in the office until nearly midnight. I had my head down, and barely glanced up at the open door when she knocked (I should have known it was a new employee, my staff knows that they never need to knock if the door is open).
"Hey, Steve," Renee nearly whispered, "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, kiddo, you can ask me anything" I answered.
"It's late, and kind of dark, would you mind walking me out to my car? I really don't like to walk alone"
Well, since I am a gentleman, I was more than happy to oblige. The fact that Renee is 5'3" with curly blonde hair, sexily wide hips, perfect ass, and the most amazing blue eyes of anyone I have ever seen, made the decision to drop my work all the more easy. The girls wear a form fitting skirt, white blouse and tight vest, and Renee's figure was perfect for the uniform, her breasts all but exploding the buttons on her vest, and her white shirt so thin that I could make out the freckles that ran along her breast line.
We chatted as I walked her to the car that night, and nearly every night that she worked over the next few months. There were nights where I had to find busy work just to be available to walk her out to her car. And with these casual chats, I came to learn that my cute little front desk honey had a mom who had her at fifteen. And because she was born to a teen mom, her mother really sheltered Renee. She never dated anyone seriously, she never knew real love, she had been kissed, but never had a lover.
And we talked for weeks after I learned that Renee was a virgin. i could not believe that this angelic 22 year old blonde was pure. She was definitely hot enough that she must have driven all the boys in high school and college crazy, especially when she was basically a prude. I would put my arm around her as we walked, and she would shiver, almost as if she was scared to be even touched.
Finally, about a week ago, I was finishing up some real work, as the hotel had been busy for a holiday weekend, with the rooms booked from Thursday through Monday nights, which is about as crazy as we get. And, unbeknownst to me, my four to midnight staffer had called out sick on this Tuesday night. Which meant that Renee had to stay til midnight instead of leaving at ten. So I was finishing up my work about eleven, surprised that Renee hadn't come to get an escort to her car. I shut and locked my office door, and saw her at the desk.
