Within seconds of the pair them walking in at midnight, I knew they were going to be a problem.
The first words out of their mouths were "Is the pool still open?" The second were "but would anyone stop us if we DID go in?" I may not have worked in a hotel for long, but even I knew this meant trouble.
Luckily they didn't seem like too big a threat. The older guy was built pretty well, but he was getting up there in age and I doubted he could really put up much of a fight if they were to try and start one. His friend seemed even less prepared to put up a fight, given his obvious dwarfism. He stood only 4 feet tall, and even though he was lean, I doubted anyone of that stature could resist someone at a normal height. I tried to figure out his age but was stumped. The best I could figure was 20-30 given his light beard and longer hair, but the height and proportions really threw me off.
Deeming them not a real threat I let them go with a chuckle and made sure to boot up the computer in the back to keep an eye on the cameras. Of course not even a full hour passed before I see them try to creep their way in. For what its worth, they tried to be sneaky. They took the stairs instead of the elevator to avoid being close to the cameras and, after peering into the main pool door, decided to head outside and go in through the outer door instead.
Unfortunately for them, our hotel had a camera that caught the entirety of the pool, so I was on my way to boot them out before they had even put their towels down. The older guy was surprisingly quick, and by the time I got there was already in the hot tub. I popped my head in and simply said "Come on guys, rules are rules," before gesturing to the door. They got the hint.
"At least we tried," the short guy commented as he put his shirt back on and headed out the door. The older one seemed less satisfied with how their dip in the pool ended, but got out regardless and they both headed to the elevator while I went back to the front desk. It was from there that I heard the short guy tell his friend to go up and get dried off, and that hed be back up in a few minutes. I was curious as to what he was going to do, but I didn't have to wait long to find out.
"Hey, I didn't catch your name," he said as he walked up to the front desk.
"The name's Rob," I told him, gesturing to my name tag.
"Well nice to meet ya, I'm Danny," he informed me, extending his hand. I shook it briefly before he continued. "So tell me Rob, you ever wonder what a midget's junk looks like?"
"What?" I responded, flabbergasted.
"I said have you ever wondered what a midget's junk looks like? His dick? Balls?"
"Sir, why would you ask me that?" I asked, getting a bit flustered.
"Well I figure most people are curious. And I'd say you definitely are, given how much you're shufflin' around back there. You gettin' hard already?"
As much as I wished it wasn't the case, it was. Having grown up on the internet I was no stranger to the more fetishy side of porn, and midget porn was one of those fetishes I came across in time. His words alone were already starting to get me excited. However, there was no way I was going to let him know that. "Absolutely not!" I stated, probably too assertively.
"Sure, why don't you let me feel it then, and see for myself?" he asked, taking a step closer to the desk. I moved to the side slightly further away from him before responding.
"Sir, we do have a camera system."
"Ah yes, that pesky camera system. But a good employee like you surely must know where the cameras do and don't see, no?"
"Even if I did, I still need to know why you're so insistent on showing me... THAT," I replied, gesturing vaguely towards his crotch.
"It's a simple quid pro quo, I show you the goods," he, less vaguely, gestured towards his crotch, "and you let me and my buddy swim for a bit after hours."
"Sir I can't bend the rules for you, regardless of what you do."
"Sure, sure. Why don't you just decide that afterwards. Now come on, Rob, lets go somewhere with none of those cameras."
"I can't just take you to an area with no cameras, that would look way too suspicious."
"Well then just tell me where they ain't at."
"I can't." He sighed and I started to feel a little bad, given how hard he was trying to get his way (as weird as his way was). "What I can tell you is that it is illegal to have cameras in any private quarters or bathrooms."
"Well thank you for that information," he replied before trotting off down the hallway. He disappeared for a few minutes before coming back up to the desk. "Well Robert, how about that. The bathroom by the pool has a clogged toilet. Now I'll bet a good employee like yourself can't just leave a toilet out of operation, can he?"
Sighing, I grabbed the plunger from the back room and followed Danny to the pool bathroom. Our pool's bathroom was set up kind of like a typical locker room, with a few rows of lockers, some shower stalls, a few urinals, and some normal toilet stalls. Six toilet stalls to be exact, and as I followed Danny inside I found that each of them had been clogged with copious amounts of toilet paper. I gave Danny a sharp glare (to which he responded with a shrug and a "Wonder how that happened") and got to work unclogging the first toilet.
About halfway through the first one I heard a rustling noise from behind. I turned to see Danny, already shirtless, working on sliding his pants off.