The Setting Sun Saloon Ch 01

I was flustered. Running late for my first day of training at my new job. It was a housekeeping job for hell's sake. It didn't really matter if my strawberry blonde hair was nicely straightened or if my black eyeliner was done just right so that my blue eyes seemed to glow. What is the point of putting effort into hair and makeup at all if you're going to show up late on the first day? I berated myself as i sped down the highway. Especially since i had gotten the feeling that the interview in town the day before had been going somewhat poorly up til the very end. Cameron the property manager had asked all the usual interview questions and did seem pleased that i had experience but definitely not impressed. Then he asked, "How do you feel about the history of the Setting Sun Saloon?"

For a moment I drew a blank at the odd question. "The history of it? You mean that it used to be some type of brothel?" I asked, hoping he'd elaborate.

Cameron merely nodded adding, "And that it was a particularly popular and violent brothel at that."

I smiled before saying, "I love the history of it. I love that when it was renovated most of the rooms were saved and updated rather than completely torn down or remodeled. I've always really enjoyed old places, Its like you can feel or hear the past calling out to you there. I've never been out to the Setting Sun before but i really love the pictures they had of the grand opening in the paper."

He had nodded at me somewhat thoughtfully for so long that i started to wonder if i should keep talking. But then he said, "Well miss McRhode i think you will be a good fit at the Setting Sun. If you can start tomorrow like you said, then show up at noon and ask for Lexi. She is currently our head of housekeeping and she can get you trained up."

He stuck out his hand and i shook it. That was all.

I saw the beautiful wood and adobe building coming up and slowed down to make the turn. It wasn't a terribly large building. I doubted they would have more than 20 rooms to clean. Yet there were a couple of muscle cars and several motorcycles parked outside the building. I firmly believed that my Ford Bronco was a classic and parked it next to the muscle cars almost out of spite. All the vehicles were gorgeous and looked well cared for.

I walked in through the large wooden corral style doors and found myself in a large entryway facing a veritable wall of glass looking out onto the courtyard. On my left there was a Front Desk Check In sign but there was nobody sitting behind the desk. On my right was a kitchen buffet area with a few small tables, and a large very comfy looking couch. There was Native American artwork, some antique western looking doodads, and by the front desk there was a wall covered in photos and portraits of the Setting Sun in its heyday.

The overall feel of the place came across as historic and comfortable. The adobe fortress wall that made up the perimeter made the whole place feel isolated, both in time and geographically. I stepped up to the desk and rang the little bell. A few seconds later a woman stepped around the corner from the back room. She had short blonde hair with caramel and reddish streaks throughout. She spiked it up in the back and in the front it was long enough to frame her heart shaped face. I was surprised to see she was wearing a leather collar around her neck. It had a little red charm dangling from it that said LEXI. Other than that her clothing was normal, just a grey T-shirt and jeans.

"Hi, I'm Shannyn." I smiled, "Cameron told me to be here today for training as a housekeeper."

Lexi looked nonplussed. "Did he tell you that the job we need done entails a lot more than just housekeeping? I mean we only have 18 suites. It wouldn't take 10 hours a day to clean them."

"Umm well no Cameron didn't mention it. But I'm okay with that. I can learn to do anything you want to teach me. And I'm happy to earn my way, i'm not a slacker." I said. I sounded like a suckup to my own ears and i hated that. But i really was damn tired of the job hunt, and i already felt kind of attached to this place. It felt like it could be home.

"Huh. Well i guess we'll see." Lexi huffed as she flipped up the counter top to allow me to walk through with her to the back room. I was surprised that there weren't any security monitors. The other hotel i had worked at monitored every hallway and doorway. Lexi walked me back through the laundry room to a small employee lunchroom that had lockers lining one wall, a sink and a fridge. It was pretty cramped. When i mentioned it Lexi said, "There are only 6 employees who work this place. Including you now i guess. There's me, i run the front desk and housekeeping on your days off, You will be running housekeeping Thursday through Sunday, Taylor runs the kitchens and room service, Gabriella runs the bar, Stella comes in twice a week to do laundry, and Max takes care of security and maintenance."

"Wow." I was floored by this information. "That is amazing that only 6 people can take such good care of this place!"

"Yeah we're all aces." Lexi sighed and opened another door. "This is the housekeeping supply closet. That is the cart you use to move all the crap you need. The clipboard will be hanging here on the wall every day with the list of which rooms need to be done and any special requests from the guests. We really pride ourselves on going above and beyond to please our guests here. Repeat customers and word of mouth recommendations are our main source of business. So it is REALLY important that you give really good SERVICE."

I crinkled my eyebrows, wondering if i had imagined the emphasis she put on the last word. She shut the closet door again and gestured for me to follow her. We went back through the laundry room and out a side door that lead into the main courtyard. A swimming pool took up center stage in the courtyard and off to the right was the bar. Lexi waved to Gabriella as we walked past, and i gave her a friendly nod. She winked at me and turned back to her customers. Four very large men, probably the owners of the motorcycles i had seen out front when i parked.

Lexi showed me to the maintenance office on the other side of the courtyard. "This is where we keep the supplies for cleaning the main areas of the hotel. Plus if there is anything that you need that you can't find in the housekeeping closet, it will be in here. Like lightbulbs. We go through a lot of lightbulbs here." She closed the door and turned to face me again. "That is pretty much everything you need to know. I'll go through your list with you today, tomorrow you're on your own. It's not rocket science. If you are still here after a week then we can get into more detailed training." She said it with a little smirk like she doubted i would last.

I was fine with that, she could think whatever she wanted. I would show her. There was no way that i would be walking away from this job. It paid twice as much as any other housekeeping job in 20 miles, I'd get to work by myself without anybody else to get in my way, and Cameron had even said that after 30 days if i wanted to live on site and work overtime occasionally that they'd let me live there for free. I didn't care how disgusting or demanding the cleaning might get, i would get it done and do it with a smile.

Lexi showed me how she liked to stock her cleaning cart, let me know i could do it however i wanted when i got my own. Then we wheeled the cart out to the first room on our list, room 101. Lexi knocked and yelled housekeeping, then pulled a skeleton key out of her pocket when no one answered the door. I thought it was charming that this hotel didn't cave in and use magnetic key cards.

Inside 101 it was surprisingly spacious. Though i remembered that Lexi had called the rooms suites when i arrived. Maybe they were all really large. She showed me which spray to use on which surface, how they made the beds here, the different toiletries they put in the bathrooms. It was all comfortably inside my wheelhouse of skills.

When i was vacuuming the living room i bumped into the desk and a large black duffle bag that had been sitting on top of it fell off the edge and several of what were unmistakably sex toys fell out. My jaw dropped open. There was a pink vibrator with two cocks on it, which i would have thought was for double penetration but they were impossibly large. Another one i thought was a silky opera length glove at first before i noticed the little electric control panel on it.

"Umm Lexi?" I called out when i turned the vacuum off.

Lexi walked in from the bedroom area. "Yeah what do you need?"

I gestured to the sex toys all over the floor and said, "I kind of hit the desk and the bag fell over."

When Lexi didn't seem at all shocked by the toys on the floor i tried to hide my own blushing reaction. "Am I allowed to touch the guests belongings to put them back in her bag or do i just leave a note? What's the policy here?"

"Oh, yeah just put them back. And make sure you wear gloves before you touch anything that doesn't belong to the Saloon. Better safe than sorry ya know?" Lexi turned back to the bedroom as i grabbed gloves and bent to pick up the toys.

When i righted the bag I noticed there were ropes, a bar gag, some silky material, and a blindfold inside it still. I wondered what woman, or man i suppose, needed all these toys. The name on our paperwork said a Dr. Davies was staying in room 101 and in the requests they had asked for extra soap and baby oil. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what those were for, I thought to myself. It was strange when i picked up the toys, they felt warm to the touch. When i got to my hands and knees to reach the large double penetration toy i almost thought i felt it pulse in my hands.

Nonsense i told myself. Just my imagination. Once all the toys were picked up and set back on the desk in the bag i turned to finish vacuuming. I Imagined as i went around the room, maybe this Dr. Davies person was some sort of sex therapist. Helping people who are too uptight to touch themselves come to grips with their urges and sexuality. I couldn't imagine having that job and not abusing it horribly. But then again i had always had naughty doctor fantasies. I could feel my body start to get hot as i thought through scenario after scenario with the different toys and devices in the bag. Scenes like, "Help me doctor, i can't orgasm" or "I'm addicted to touching myself, help me overdose" Or even darker scenes like, 'Doctor i am desperate for some rest, please give me drugs to help me sleep.' And then once the patient was out cold, having all the toys used on them by the sexy and depraved doctor.

As i fantasized and vacuumed a cold chill swept down my spine, causing my nipples to stand at attention. The cold only made it that much more noticeable that my pussy was aching and hot. For a second i thought i felt cold hands on my shoulders, a tepid breath flowing over my ear. I shook my head to clear it and turned the vacuum off. Lexi came out of the bedroom right then as well and we turned the lights out and left the room. "Focus Shannyn Focus!" I whispered to myself.

In the next room on the list the guest had checked out that morning so we stripped everything out of it. It went really quickly and the only thing that seemed at all odd about it was that there were lots of dead flies in the window sill, and worms in a container in the fridge. There was a lake about an hour's drive from the Saloon though, so i figured they were most likely fish bait.

When we got to room 201 on the upper floor, Lexi told me to get started because she needed to do some stuff at the front desk. I assured her it was no big deal and she gave me the key.

I walked into the living room area of the suite and glanced around. Nothing in this room seemed to be out of place. I walked through to the bedroom and stopped in delighted shock. This room was like stepping back in time! The floors were very old wood, probably original to the brothel that once stood here. The canopy bed was draped in a gauzy cream colored material and on the posts of the bed there were carvings of naked women in apparent ecstasy. The window was open, i glanced at the clipboard and noticed that the only request was to close the window.

How odd, I thought. Why would a guest open a window just to request that housekeeping closed it?

Shaking my head i walked over to the window and snapped it shut. I turned to head back to my cart and seemed to bump into somebody. But there was nobody there. I felt silly but i lifted my hands in front of me and felt around the air just to confirm what all my senses were telling me; that i was alone. Strengthening my resolve i again started to walk towards my cart out in the living area, when the door out to the hallway closed with a quiet snap.

Then i felt the chill again, the same one i had felt in the sex toy room that happened to be directly below this one. My nipples tingled and hardened as a shiver raced over my skin. When i looked i noticed a light was on in bathroom. I walked over to it and opened the door. The sink and tub faucet were both turned on, hot water all the way. With the air being so chilly it began to steam up the room immediately. A tad bewildered at this point i thought i should go and get Lexi, explain that the guest had left the water running all day. But then i noticed the mirrors. The entire shower wall was a mirror, and there was another gold framed mirror hanging on the wall above the sink, so if you stood at the sink you could see yourself reflected into eternity. I leaned back and forth as i looked into the mirror. That was when i noticed the steam was moving.

It was there, but there was nothing. It swirled towards me. I backed up against the counter and felt cold strong hands run their fingers through my hair. I could see my hair move in the mirror but there was nothing doing it. There was NOTHING there. I raised my hand and swiped it through the air in front of me. Still nothing.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked myself. Since i refused to ask the Nothing.

Those same cold hands trailed down my neck and over my arms. I watched my clothing ripple in the mirror, the steam from the bath making my image come out slightly foggy. In a moment of brief clarity it occurred to me that i should turn the water off. I reached behind me and turned the sink faucet off. When i moved my arm back the icy cold hand, such as it seemed, moved and began massaging my breast. I moaned when the cold pressed over my stiff nipple and i heard a quiet answering moan in the mist. Maybe just an echo? I couldn't see anything clearly in the mirror anymore, it was too fogged up. So i looked down at my chest and i could clearly see the imprint of a man sized hand; but when i brought my own hand up and traced a finger over the indents there was nothing to feel but my own skin and clothes. I felt like, logically, i should be upset or panicked maybe? But it didn't hurt. Whatever was going on, it was the furthest thing from pain i had ever felt. Slow and gentle tingles of pleasure were beginning to swirl through me.

I set my hand back down on the edge of the counter and maybe whatever it was saw that as acceptance because then my other breast started to receive the same cold and gentle attention. The massaging started to send tingles through my body and i let my head drop back. Immediately i felt a mouth on my throat. Little nips of teeth, swipes of tongue, and rapid breaths that added to the pool of fire building in my belly. I moaned, i couldn't help it. I closed my eyes and it was easy to imagine a man there. Kissing my neck as he slid his hands around and down my back to squeeze my ass. One of its hands slid down my thigh and pulled my leg up onto his hip and he began grinding his hard cock against my wet core. I opened my eyes as the mouth now at my collarbone moved down, forcing me to arch my back as it bit at my nipple through my shirt. There was still nothing there, no one. But i could feel his hard cock rubbing over my jeans, grinding with me, driving me crazy.

The door was locked wasn't it? And Lexi had said she would be busy at the desk hadn't she?

What the Hell? i decided.

The grinding stopped as i crossed my arms and pulled my shirt off over my head. If this was some sort of psychological break, i might as well go for broke.

The cold mouth that had been over my nipple returned and i could feel its cold tongue licking me over the blue lace cups of my bra.

The bathroom was now so full of steam that the cold touch was a welcome change from the humid wet heat. The kisses descended down my belly til it got to the line of my jeans, it seemed to pause there a moment and i nodded my head and whispered, "Yes. Please Yes."

I thought i heard a chuckle and then my pants and panties were yanked off and down together in one swift, almost frightening jerk. The strong cold hand lifted my leg again, I saw the briefest indentation of a hand on my thigh before his cold and talented tongue started licking my slit.

It wasn't the rushed and frantic licking i had come to expect from my previous experience with boys. It was deliciously slow. I felt his tongue slide inside of me and up along my pussy lips to my clit. Looking down i watched my folds move as the tongue made a slow circle around my clit before sliding back down and dipping inside me. I felt my pussy gushing at the attention, practically dripping with enthusiasm. I watched as it seemed to use a hand to pull my pussy lips open and lick me more thoroughly. My body twitched and jerked as the pressure inside me built up. I whimpered and humped back against the invisible face that was eating me out.

When i was throbbing and panting for breath, desperate to cum i begged, "More Please? Your fingers, your cock." I gasped, "Anything! I need something inside me to cum."

The licking stopped. I had a few moments to feel utterly alone and ridiculous, my legs spread wide on the bathroom counter, my pussy swollen and dripping wet for seemingly no reason. Then i felt the head of a cock rub over me. The mirror fog had dissipated enough that i could see myself however blurry in the mirror again. I watched as my slit opened and i felt him slide his cock against my pussy lips like he was trying to lube it up with my juices. Good thing too because it seemed to be huge. I put my hand down wanting to feel him and touched only myself. I still could not feel anything there with my hands.

I frowned, or maybe it's more accurate to say i pouted. It seemed that whatever was touching me could be as solid as it chose to be. Be felt only by the parts of me that he wanted to feel him.

Then he changed the angle of his thrusting and the head of his cock started to slide inside me. This too he did with incredibly slow control. I felt my pussy stretch around him as he seemed to just keep on going. White lights flashed in my mind when i closed my eyes.

"Oh my god!" I whimpered as he filled me more completely than i had ever felt before. I opened my eyes and looked down at my pussy again. It was pressed and gaping open and the sight of that combined with the depth and delicious pressure tossed my mind and body easily over the crest of orgasm. My pussy clamped down and squeezed around him as i spasmed and humped against him, taking him even further inside me. I clearly heard him moan this time. Something made of nothing was there, HAD to be there. And it was going to fuck me. I loved it.

I tried to catch the breath my orgasm stole. He still hadn't even moved inside me. I could feel the muscles in his thighs trembling slightly as he fought for control. I wondered if maybe, knowing he was huge, he was trying not to hurt me? Feather light touches danced over my neck to my breasts again. I almost purred as goosebumps were left in its wake. I clenched my muscles, attempting to do a kegel around his girth to tease him. He jerked responsively and i thought i heard a groaning, gasping noise.