Laura sauntered slowly towards the ladies' room, taking stock of the men around the hotel. Some were employees, others guests; all were possible playthings. None particularly got the 30-year-old's heart racing; one man even made her nervous by staring at her as she passed him in the hall. She determined that if the bartender were still at his post after she had touched up in the bathroom, she would take him on. Tossing her dirty blonde hair over one shoulder, Laura pushed into the room and stopped dead in her tracks.
She'd found her toy for the evening.
The woman was sitting on the counter of the restroom between two sinks. She wore a simple maid's uniform, the skirt of which was hiked up to her stomach, revealing a garter belt attached to stockings, and no panties. Her pussy lay bare, but it was her ass that had a trail of some man's cum spilling out of it. Laura looked up to her face. The woman's eyes were closed, but her face was relaxed and she was smiling, her short, dark, reddish hair all mussed up against the mirror behind the sinks.
It wasn't as improbable a sight in a hotel bathroom as one might think, especially at the hooker hotel- a uniquely sexy place to stay, and Laura's favorite.
"My dear," Laura said, crossing her arms. "We really need to get you cleaned up." The maid had started at the sound of Laura's voice, but relaxed quickly, even despite Laura's intentionally imposing stance.
"Yes ma'am," the maid said in a shy voice. She looked perhaps 19 or 20 years old, Laura noted, but her voice sounded somewhat younger. The older woman smiled frostily and stepped to the bathroom door, which she locked.
"Let's get those clothes off."
The maid obediently stood and unbuttoned her uniform, revealing that the garter belt and nylons were all that she was wearing aside from a pair of barely-high heels. She let the uniform slip to the floor.
"No," Laura commanded, almost as though talking to a dog. She stepped forward and swatted the girl's rear firmly, but not painfully. "Pick that up."
"Yes ma'am." The maid bent over and grabbed her uniform, flushing a little in the cheeks...all of them.
"Good girl," Laura said. "Now the stockings and whatnot." The young woman removed her stockings, high heels, and garter belt, holding them with her uniform. "Fold them and set them next to the sink." She did.
Laura grasped the woman's wrist and marched her to the back of the restroom, which offered a shower. She turned it on, let the temperature get warm, and gestured for the younger woman to step in, which she did.
The blonde then turned to her own clothing, stepping out of her high heels and removing first her suit jacket, folding it, and setting it down on a bench next to the shower. Next came her white button-down blouse—silk –and her pencil skirt and thin nylons. Each item was impeccably folded and set on top of the last, including Laura's green lacy panties. The matching bra was set on top of the stack like a cake with a cherry on top. Laura stepped into the shower behind the young woman, who was standing where Laura had left her, like a good submissive.
