I work at a motel and today had been one of those days. Whinging guests, things breaking down, the weather muggy and ominous, and me the main target of complaints as I was the low man on the totem pole. (Or girl in my case, assuming they carve girls into totem poles.)
A quarter of an hour before my shift ended two things happened. A brisk breeze blew up, clearing the mugginess away, and Beth (my manager) called to me.
"You're about due to knock off," she said with a smile. "You've been a godsend today. Go and get cleaned up and go home. Just drop this package off at unit thirty on your way out."
I smiled and thanked her, hurrying off to get cleaned up. That done I grabbed the package and headed out, feeling completely refreshed. Unit thirty was way off at one end of the motel but that was fine by me as I had to go that direction anyway.
I knocked on the door of the unit and waited. If necessary I had a master key and could enter and leave the package but it's always polite to knock. There are some things you don't want to walk in on.
"We're not answering the door," a voice yelled. "It's unlocked so just come on in."
If that's what they wanted then that's what I'd do. I opened the door and strolled in. There were two lazy men in the unit, sprawled on the couch, watching the tellie. If pushed I'd have had to admit that they were rather studly specimens. As a matter of fact I was willing to admit that without being pushed. They were hot.
Stud one was around six foot tall, blonde, fairly handsome, looking quite fit, and wearing an engaging smile. Oh, and some shorts, but nothing else. How could I tell his height when he was sprawled on the couch? Easy. He proved to be a gentleman (they both did) and stood up when a lady entered the room.
Stud two was just as tall, also blonde, handsome, and fit, but about fifty pound heavier than Stud 1. Not fat heavier but muscle heavier. He was also wearing an engaging smile and shorts.
"Good afternoon," said Stud one. "I see our goodies have finally arrived. Thank you very much for bringing them around. Just wait a moment while I grab a tip for you."
"There's no need for that," I said hastily, as per official policy. Not that official policy would stop me accepting one if offered.
"I insist," he said, patting at his short, apparently looking for his wallet.
"Blast, I've nothing on me. Give the girl a tip Abe."
"What the hell makes you think I've got anything on me," objected Abe. "You're a trifle slow at times, Gavin."
"No I'm not. You're just cheap. Go and get your wallet."
"Oh, please, there's really no need for a tip. Just doing a part of my job, after all." (Damn it, they should have kept their wallets on them.)
"No, no. I insist. Tell you what, instead of scrounging around for our wallets..."
His voice trailed off and to my surprise he reached over, caught my arm, and pulled me over against him. I had time to give him a startled look and then he was kissing me.
Oh my god but that man knew how to kiss. I could feel my toes curling as he kissed me, heat seeming to just well up all over my body, especially in the naughty bits if you know what I mean. My hands had automatically opened wide and pressed against his chest, ostensibly to push him away. In practice they just pressed against him, feeling his heat and muscles. For some reason I was just kissing him back and wow, he was hot.
"Well, that was interesting," Gavin said with a brilliant smile.
"Hopefully this will be, too," said Abe. "It's only fair I give you a tip as well."
He calmly took over from Gavin, pulling me against him and kissing me. He was every bit as talented as Gavin in area, my toes resuming their curling and more heat rising internally. When he finally lifted his head he was giving me a smile just as brilliant as the one Gavin gave me, looking pleased with himself while I just felt slightly stunned.
"Um, yeah, a different type of tip," I admitted.
"But acceptable?" asked Gavin.
"I guess. Pretty hard to give you any change though," I said with a bit of a smirk.
One thing surprised me, well the second, actually. The kisses were the first surprise. The second was that neither man had tried to pet me, something that is rather rare when a man kisses you. Wandering hands seemed to be an essential part of a kiss to some men.
"Have we been challenged?" asked Abe.