I hated this part of the job. The cleaning and tidying I could deal with, but now you want me to serve? Serve? The housekeeping job is fine...I suppose; whilst I finish up college. It pays well and the tips are actually great. However I draw the line at being at some rich dude's beck and call. All thanks to Beth who got me this job because I really needed it.
"No babe, I don't think the bun will suit you. Could you put your hair into a french plait?" Beth tells me.
"Sure, do you want me in a thong too?" I scowled at my manager, and best friend.
"If it means you get a big, sexy tip, then sure," Beth shrugged.
Urgh, I hated and loved her but I could not be bothered to be eye-fucked by a 60 year old perv, whilst I served him champagne in the smallest skirt. I loved the way the Bravatina uniform looked on my curvy body. The corseted shirt cinched me around the waist, and the black skirt was tight enough that my ass always looked extra juicy. Maybe that's why I loved the job, because my tips were based upon my service and my appearance.
After a deep stare-off with Beth, I gave up. Plaited my black hair into a tight hair-do and took my glasses off to replace them with grey contact lenses. Unbuttoned my shirt just a little so that the men can look down my shirt whilst I serve them their over-priced food and drink; every little helps. I think I needed a pair of heels, which would add to the appeal further. Men were simple, every time I dressed in this way, I would walk out a very rich girl. Obviously, I would share my tips with Beth and she would do the exact same. However, Beth's tips were gargantuan- why? She'd fuck them. Good for her! There had been times where I would consider getting bent over for an extra thousand dollars. Today was a day where I was absolutely considering sleeping with a guest. Why? Because my rent was overdue and I owed my landlord approximately three thousand dollars in late rent.
I approached the Sapphire Vista, the most expensive suite in Miami. Pushed my tits as far as they would go and knocked. Saying a little prayer that this night would be over and done with- so that I can go home and hibernate. I waited for the door to open with some urgency. As the large oak door swung without a creak, I took in a sharp breath and plastered on a fake smile which looked cute, obviously. My dark red lipstick making me look extra sexy in the low light.
"Ahh boys, she's here. Come on in," a deep English voice beckoned a couple of cheers.
"Hi there, I'm Bree! I'll be serving you today and your party. How many of you are there today?" I asked before taking a step into the suit.
"There are three of us, Bree. Great to meet you. I'm Charlie," he said smiling down at me.
Charlie was in his mid forties and his two accomplices were in their fifties. They had come to Miami for a business convention and were now just having some 'down time'. It was the same story I'd heard time and time again. Married tourist coming for business but leaving with their cocks wet and appetites full; returning back to their loveless marriages and annoying children. I rolled my eyes and continued to act interested, whilst I served Charlie, Joe and Bradley. All of them were handsome in that Jason Statham way. All of them seemed like they frequented the gym. Made my night easy, I suppose. Bradley, who was bald and tanned with green eyes offered me a drink. I couldn't place where he was from until Charlie laughed and clarified that he was from Manchester, hence the strong northern accent.
"It's okay Bree, he only wants to include you. It's his northern hospitality. Join us, I suppose you get bored of older rich men ignoring you. Let us make you feel special..." Charlie's voice was low and suggestive.
"Well if that's the case, then I would love a glass. I'll pour it myself. Come closer gentlemen so I can top you up," I responded. My voice becoming softer as I was beginning to like these guys.
"How about you top us all off," Bradley had mumbled. His comment breaking through the formality of the situation.
I burst out laughing, which prompted the boys to howl also. This wasn't so bad after all. Taking my first sip, I eased into the night. I learnt so much about the boys. Bradley was married with three children. His wife was a therapist so he was sick and tired of talking about his feelings. Joe was separated but was trying to work things out with his wife. Oh, Bradley's wife was their therapist. Charlie has been married for 6 years and he is happy. Or so he says. However they decided to have no children and live for themselves.
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It was two in the morning and we had drunk 3 bottles of champagne and now we were onto the spirits. The boys had asked about my life and I told them all about it...all of it. However, we just joked about the trivialities of being in shit situations, making the evening light-hearted and fun. To be honest, it didn't even feel like I was at work.
"Right boys. I think it might be time I shoo off as I've finished my shift. Any last orders before I leave you and your left hands to finish each other off?" I giggled.
"Well actually Bree my offer still stands, if you want," Bradley said smugly.
"Oh yeah, if you can give me ten thousand dollars. I'd finish you all off." I said in my tipsy state as I re-adjusted my uniform so I could look less drunk.
The boys looked at each other in shock. Then told me to 'hold tight' for a moment whilst they went into one of the bedrooms. After a couple of minutes they had come out, smirks plastered on all their faces.
"Bree, how about you stay the night with us and have some fun...naked. We all get to do what we want to you and in return this ten thousand dollar cheque is all yours." Joe, the quieter one out of the three had calmly explained. His posh accent making this exchange sound like a business meeting rather than a night of fun.
Whether it was my financial desperation or the ego boost the boys were providing me. I couldn't turn down the offer. I knew they would make me feel comfortable and then reward me with a shit load of money. I didn't hesitate. I said...
"Yes. I accept." I whispered.
"Get on your knees Bree. You gotta tell us which cock tastes and feels better in your mouth," Bradley's northern accent was thick.