This is ridiculous.
One day I will get caught.
Kim paused for a moment, glancing around the hotel room. She knew it wasn't right. If she was caught, it would mean a loss of job, and even worse, a criminal record.
She knew her husband, Jay, and their year old infant would survive, based on his family support. Financially she wasn't so sure.
She gingerly ran her fingers through her dirty blond hair, tieing it back with a scrunchie. Kim had stolen before. A few dollars here or there, some jewellery. Most often she would see money left in plain sight, and as a hotel maid, would collect the money, bring it to the front desk, then the guests would quickly head to the desk upon the discovery of their money missing. Once they saw the maid had turned it in, they rewarded her with cash of her own. That was the easy way. Pawning the jewellery was a bit more risky.
Her marriage was rocky, but they managed. Their financial hardships ultimately affected their intimacy. She thought if she helped get their money on track, her husband would sleep with her again. And this is how she ended up working this job, and pocketing a little hustle on the side.
Kim grinned at the fact just recently, she was promoted to head housekeeper. This designation allowed her to check out each room unofficially after the cleaners were done. More opportunity for a score.
She walked towards the unkempt bed of room 320. The maid crew had not made it to that floor yet, so she decided to take a look. As she walked past the floor to ceiling mirror on the wall, she paused, taking in her appearance.
Kim was just past 40, but looked a little younger. After the birth of her son, she lost weight, but came to realize that her bigger firm ass, thinner waist, and big boobs were something to be proud of. Even though her husband hadnt had sex with her in months, due to financial stress and a newborn child, she seemed happy. Smiling, she continued on towards the bed.
The sheets were scattered, and pillows everywhere. A slight gasp slipped from her mouth when she noticed on the bed was a pair of mens brief underwear, laying open and exposing a familiar sticky patch on the crotch. No doubt, she thought, the owner must have been pretty aroused to leave those.
Kim turned towards the suitcase on the chair, open and filled with unorganized clothes. On the right side, she saw a small amount of jewelry, men's jewelry, and a black wallet. The jewelry would be a bit harder to come up with a story for. The wallet looked inviting.
She turned and looked back towards the slightly opened door. It was very quiet. She knew there was only a handful of rooms rented in the entire hotel, and on this floor she was in the only occupied one at the end of this wing.
Kim carefully and methodically removed the wallet. It contained a few $50 bills, and one lone $100. A nice $100 bill would help their money problems, if only a little. She held the $100 bill in her hand, and started to put it back, thinking that.....
"What the fuck are you doing?"
The mans voice from behind her startled her and she jumped, heart racing and her mind jolted back to reality. Oh. No.
"I, I, I....." Kim had no idea what to say.
The guest was there looking at her, arms crossed, dripping wet from the hotel pool he had just returned from. He was around 50 years old or so, sporting a "dad-bod", bald head and thicker beard. His swimming trunks were still wet and stuck to his body. As scared as Kim was, her eyes went to the suctioned outline of his cock in the trunks. Hey, he isn't circumcised....
"I asked you a question." He was getting a little frustrated.
Kim had no idea why, but she started to blurt out something not as an answer, but a plea, a pathetic begging.
