Nobody answered my knock at the door. These rich fucks were always ordering room service, and then forgetting about it and leaving the room. I considered returning the cart back to the kitchen, but if these jerks complained that their dinner had gone cold, I knew it would be my ass.
So I used the master key and entered, pulling the food cart behind me. Technically, I wasn't supposed to use the key to enter in situations like this, but I was tired of getting reamed by my boss when the guests later complained that I never brought the food in the first place. I figured I could leave the food in here and come back to get the signature and make sure everything was to their liking. Hopefully that would earn me a nice tip, since I was saving the guests a call to the restaurant and the subsequent delay of getting the food back up here.
"HEY," a man's voice boomed on my right. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!"
My head snapped instinctively in the direction of the sound. A hot young woman with her back to me was straddling an old man on the hotel-room sofa. She quickly jumped off his erection and covered her bare torso with her arms and positioned her knees so I wouldn't have a view of her pussy. As much as she tried to cover herself, what couldn't be hidden was how attractive she was. She looked about 20 with a tight, slim body and yet full, luscious breasts.
He was not as modest about covering up, letting his erection bob in full view as he continued to berate me for entering uninvited.
"I'm so sorry, sir," I responded. "I'll leave right now."
"The fuck you will," he retorted. "I want to know your name first; I'm gonna have your ass fired."
He got up and walked towards the phone. He was tall and had a big frame. For someone on the order of 50 years old, he was very muscular and had almost no gut.
"Oh please don't do that sir," I pleaded. "I'm in debt and I need this job real bad!"
"That's on you, bro. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten into debt in the first place! Why do you poor pricks think everything is owed to you? Pull yourself up by your bootstraps, like I did, and make your own way," he said, as he dialed the front desk.
Thankfully, his wife interjected.
"Honey, maybe we should try a different tack," she offered with a devilish grin. "Maybe this intruding jerk should be humiliated like we were."
"I knew there was a reason I left my third wife for you," he joked. "I like how you think!"
I was scared, but to a point I was willing to do a lot to hold on to this job. I wondered what they had in mind.
"Alright there, son!" the man exclaimed. "Let's see how much you want this job! What should we have him do?"
"Well he's seen us naked," his wife answered. "I think it's only fair he have to suffer the same humiliation."
"Makes sense to me," the man answered. "Go ahead, take your clothes off."
I took off my uniform jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt. I was already feeling self-conscious. At age 19, I hadn't yet filled out by any stretch, which made me look extremely skinny relative to this lucky asshole who won the genetic lottery.
"Are we sure he's male?" the man smirked. "Not a single hair on his chest! And his arms look like little sticks!"
"Aww," the wife giggled. "I think he's kinda cute."
I stood there with my shirt off as they scrutinized my thin frame, hoping they'd eventually get bored and let me go. But it seemed they were not ready to do that.
The rich jackass motioned with his finger that he wanted me to lower my pants. I did as I was told, revealing a pair of loose-fitting, dark-blue boxers.
"Go on, show us that shiny, little pussy you got there," he smirked, as his wife giggled.
I knew they were in for a surprise, because I was no slouch when it came to size down there. As I stepped out of my boxers to reveal my massive member, the woman audibly gasped and brought her hands to her mouth, revealing her massive orbs to me for the first time.
"Oh my God," she croaked. "Well, I think we've established that he's definitely male! More male than you, it seems."
