The CozyStay Lodge - 2nd Shift Pt. 01

Chapter 1

It was another typical Sunday night, and I found myself bored again at work. Where I worked was a cheap hotel, the CozyStay Lodge on the outskirts of town, a few miles down route 12. It was a terrible first job for a kid my age, being only 18, but my parents insisted I get a job right after high school and they were the first place to hire me.

It was a dangerous place to work, being what it was. My parents didn't seem to understand this. I found myself in more awkward situations than a kid my age had any right to be in. More than once I had been forced to call the police on some drunk idiot that had gotten belligerent, or tweakers that came in just to steal stuff. 18-year old kids don't need to be in charge of dealing with that stuff. I wasn't even a threatening looking person. At 6'0" tall exactly, I was sort of gangly, and kind of thin besides. My corporate hotel polo shirt and dirty jeans weren't going to scare anyone. My mother always told me I had a bit of a baby face, because I looked about five years younger than I actually was, and it didn't help that I did nothing to make myself appear older. My hair was always a curly mess, hanging down into my brown eyes, and the freckles on my nose only added to the effect.

It was an easy job most of the time, at least I had that. I worked the front desk during the weekends, so it was my job to check people in and give them their room keys. Usually, I spent my shift hiding in the small office in back, staring at my phone or working on homework. When there was nobody there to check in, I had very little to do.

Sundays were naturally the worst in this regard, because most people checked out of hotels on Sunday morning, and very few of them checked in on Sunday night. This particular Sunday was no exception, either, as I had a grand total of 3 arrivals that night. Meaning I was in for an extremely quiet night.

I sat there in the back office, my hand on my chin as I watched a horror movie on my laptop. Now that school was over I didn't even have homework to distract me anymore, and I wondered what I was going to do to keep awake at work. I had a girlfriend, but tonight she was busy, and so I didn't even have the luxury of texting her.

As I popped a potato chip in my mouth, crunching it slowly as I watched Art the Clown tear another victim to pieces, there was the familiar 'ding!' of the front desk bell. My heart jumped, and I quickly paused the movie at one of the best scenes. Grumbling, I got up from my comfy office chair and stumbled back to the front desk, expecting another guest with questionable hygiene asking for some extra towels for their room.

When I arrived in the lobby, safely protected behind my little desk, I was surprised to see not one of the regular guests but a tall, African-American man. He was wearing a light brown leather jacket over a maroon button-up shirt, and wore several gold rings on his fingers. He was bald, and probably somewhere in his 50's.

"Ah, good evenin' to ya, suh! Pleasure's all mine. Dis be a fine establishment y'got here. So, let me ask you somethin'... you got any rooms available for the night?" The man spoke in a thick New Orleans accent. "Preferably the VIP suite, if you be having one. Whatever has the best view, know what I mean?" He smiled at me, which revealed that his two front teeth were gold. This hotel had only two stories, so I assumed the man was being facetious.

I smiled, attempting to show him that I could play along. "Our course, I'll get you the best room in the house." Tapping on my computer, I at least found a vacant room that was on the second floor and at the end of the hall.

"And what about my rate, suh?" The man suddenly lowered his voice, speaking to me conspiratorially. "Would you be able to help a man out? Y'see, I'll be getting plenty o'dough here in the next few days, but right now I'm a bit short. Been travelin' long, y'know, from N'awlins since last night, and I'm a bit strapped. If you give me a good rate, I promise, in a day or two I can be givin' you a decent tip... know what I mean?" He flashed another toothy grin at me. "Really decent."

I looked up at the man, a slight smirk on my face. It was obvious what this man was and why he was here, our hotel was no stranger to pimps and whores. If anything I found it hilarious how incredibly cliché the man was, right down to the accent and the gold teeth. I would not be surprised if I looked outside to learn he drove a Cadillac as well.

"Well, right now our rooms are $99 a night, but I'm allowed to go lower." I considered. "How about $60? That's way lower than I'm really supposed to go, but our manager won't notice. If he does I'll take the heat for it." I looked at him questionably, waiting for his reply.

"OH, thank you! That's terrific, just terrific!" The man exclaims cheerfully, obviously pleased. It was a good thing because I couldn't go any lower, and really did risk getting in trouble for it. "Now, I'm going to need the room tonight o'course, but if I do need to stay longer...?" he raises his eyebrows. "I might need to keep the room for a few more nights, depending on how things go."

"You can extend your stay whenever you need to, just let us know." I explained. "And you'll keep that rate because it's what you started with. I got you." I winked at the man, then asked for his ID so I could begin the process of checking him in.

He laughed and handed it to me. "There ya go! Marcellus Dupre, at your service!"

"Jonah," I told him my own name, then took his ID with a smile and began tapping on my computer, going through the motions. The man, Marcellus, chattered away at me the whole time, going on about the differences in our weather with New Orleans, popular food there that he couldn't find elsewhere, and other general small talk. Finally, I handed him his keys.

"Hey, you are a true gentleman and scholar!" Marcellus told me as he took the keys, and flashed his gold teeth at me once more. "I'm going to go find me something edible to eat round here...," he pronounced 'here' with two syllables, "... and then I'll be back later. I'll probably have somebody with me, if that's ok...?" He raised his eyebrows at me once more, as if asking my permission to have a guest in his room.

"Yeah, sure, of course that's ok...," I answered, slightly confused. I mean, I was pretty sure I knew what the man was here for but it's not like I had confirmation of it. And besides, I didn't think people ever needed permission to have another guest with them in a hotel room. No matter what the circumstances.

Marcellus lowered his head and gave me a sideways look. He smirked mischievously, like he was about to impart a great secret. "You know what I'm talking about, right my man?" he said quietly, speaking out of the side of his mouth.

I smiled faintly. "Yeah, yeah, I do." I said, hoping I actually did. "Like I said, I got you, man."

He grinned, then lifted his fist for a fist bump. I of course obliged. "My man!" he exclaimed cheerfully. He then gathered his bags, gave me an enthusiastic salute, then made his way down to our elevator. Our hotel was on the cheap side but it was relatively clean, and we had the advantage of indoor rooms as well. We even had a heated pool.

I watched Marcellus walk away, still grinning softly to myself. I knew I had just risked getting in trouble, not only for the incredibly low rate I just gave this man, but because I had just rented a room to an obvious pimp. One who even admitted he was bringing 'clients' back. And yet, he had promised me an extremely decent tip, and the risk I was taking was decidedly low. Our hotel manager was not around very often and preferred to let the place run itself if he could.

Besides, I was 18, so the thought of getting paid extra to watch a parade of prostitutes pass by on their way to do unspeakable things in the rooms under my watch was kind of thrilling. Almost like I was a pimp, mysel

Chapter 2

I never ended up seeing Marcellus for the rest of that night, and I let the incident go without further thought. I still hoped he might come back later and give me the tip he had promised me, but at the same time I knew that the man in question probably wasn't known for his high moral standards, so I didn't hold my breath. Besides, he promised it would be in a couple of days. After he had made some money.

The next afternoon I came in for my shift and the young girl that worked before me, Shannon, greeted me. She was also 18 like myself, and we had in fact gone to the same high school together. I never hung out with her there because she was considered one of the "weird" kids, and I had my own group of only slightly less weird friends that I hung around with.

She was a pretty girl in a nerdy sort of way, her body thin and flat-chested. She had gently wavy ginger hair that she usually wore down, and made a perfect frame around her small, freckled cheeks. Her teeth were just a little too large for her mouth, and yet she had very pretty green eyes above her short nose.

"Heeyyy!" she said with a toothy grin. She also had a pretty smile, and flashed it often. Or at least, when she was about to go home, which is when I typically saw her. I couldn't speak for the other times.

"Hey, Shannon," I said, already bored with the day. "Anything going on?"

"Nope!" she said cheerfully, and followed me back into the office where I began to set up my laptop. There was a time when the manager, Richard, would be there when I came in. Lately he had taken to leaving earlier and earlier. He wasn't really managing anymore, and nobody really minded because he was kind of a jerk. Or, a Dick, as we called him behind his back. Now the office was free to whoever worked that day.

"Good. I like when it's quiet. It's boring, but it's better than the alternative.

She giggled. "I know, right? The other day this guy came and asked for my phone number. He was like 60 years old!" she squirmed uncomfortably as she remembered the moment. "Anyway, I'm so glad you're here," she suddenly threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.

I was surprised, more by the suddenness than the act itself. Lately Shannon had taken to hugging me when I came in after a particularly bad day, and while it seemed a bit unusual, she was an unusual girl. There were things about Shannon that she kept mostly to herself and rightfully so, but as our relationship grew I had learned more than I cared to.

I hugged her back, being careful not to squeeze her thin frame too tightly. I would never admit it to her, but whenever she hugged me, it sent such a wave of pleasure through my body that it made my cock stiffen inside my jeans. Maybe it's because I was being hugged closely by someone that was a co-worker, someone that normally wouldn't hug you, and so that it made it feel almost taboo. Maybe it's because some part of me actually found her attractive. Whatever the case, I tried to make the hug last, and I know she felt it when my bulge pressed against her flat stomach. She never said anything about it, but there was no way she couldn't have noticed. And that turned me on even more.

We finally pulled away from each other. The way she smiled at me, you would almost think that she had a crush on me. And considering the way she always insisted on hugging me, that's probably what you're thinking. But the truth was Shannon had a boyfriend already. One that she was obviously very happy with. And I had a girlfriend that I also loved. Shannon was simply a very fragile girl, one that was prone to anxiety attacks.

She was also ruthlessly bullied by our boss during the day, in a manner that could not be more inappropriate, but that's a whole different story.

For now, her shift was over and she was excited to leave. "I'll see ya tomorrow!" she said cheerfully, and suddenly spun and made for the front door. As she did, the automatic doors suddenly swung open, and in walked Marcellus, my pimp friend from the night before. He stopped when he saw Shannon.

"Heeyyy, there's my girl! Hallo, ma cherie! Did you think about my offer?" He smiled charmingly at her, speaking in his thick accent.

"Yeah, I think I'm good!" Shannon said, not slowing as she rushed out the front door. "Thanks, though!" Her voice is overly cheerful, but it was obvious that underneath she was extremely freaked out.

"Just let me know!" Marcellus said cheerfully to her retreating form, and he stopped to take a moment to watch her go. Her ass was very small but it was perfectly round, and it flexed suggestively as she walked away. A perfect little apple, smooth and just the right size for your hand, begging to be squeezed.

I stood by the computer, assuming my post, checking to see how busy my day was going to be. "Hello there, sir," I said casually to the pimp as he approached.

"There's my man!" he shouted excitedly, and slapped his hand down on the counter next to me. "Been a busy night, I tell you, SUH! Whoo!"

I looked up at him, vaguely amused. My heart raced as he mentioned his good night, because maybe that meant I would be getting my "decent tip" finally. "Sounds like things are going well for you," I said, trying to sound casual.

Marcellus tipped his head down and grinned at me. One eyebrow lifted, and he chuckled. "You be wondering about dat tip, eh boy?" he said knowingly, his gold teeth prominent through his grinning lips.

I tried to look shocked. "What? No, of course not, I forgot all about that," I said quickly. "I'm just making conversation. I like you, that's not important," I smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't see through my façade.

The cheerful pimp chuckled, a deep throaty, laugh that was strangely infectious. "Yeeeeaah, we all lookin' out," he drawled in his deep New Orleans accent, and let out another loud cackle. "Don't you be worrying none, boy, I got me some money coming in tonight, and they all gonna make me enough to last a couple of nights heah. You'll get your piece," he winks at me.

He walked away with a chuckle, and I retreated to the safety of my office, trying to decide what movie I was going to watch that night.

Chapter 3

It was later that night, probably around 8:30 pm, that I was suddenly startled by the sound of the phone ringing. I paused my movie and picked it up, giving my usual, "Front desk," greeting, and suddenly heard Marcellus' excited voice on the other end.

"Hey! Yeah, so, it's me, Marcellus!" he shouted, much too loudly.

"Yes sir, I can hear you. What can I do for you?" I asked, sort of annoyed by the interruption and the way he was shouting at me.

"Yeah... tell me, boy... you know that cute little redhead that works in the mawnin?" he asked, still loudly.

"Shannon, of course," I answered, already not liking where this was going. But his next question was not if I thought she would like to join him as one of his bitches, but something else entirely.

"She's a sweet little thang, init she? Got a nice little pooper on her," he said, and I frowned at this unfortunate term for it.

Since I was speaking to a pimp, I figured I could be honest. "Yeah, yeah she does. She's pretty cute. But I've always had a thing for redheads, anyway."

There is a pause, and then Marcellus speaks again. "Oh, I see, that's good," he said thoughtfully, though for the life of me I'm not sure why it was good. He didn't explain it either. "Thank you, suh," he said softly, and then promptly hung up the phone.

I set the phone down myself, really not sure what had just happened. It seemed like a very odd phone call, and my mind raced with the possibilities of what it meant. I returned to my movie, now very confused. If anything I felt worried for Shannon now, and what this creepy pimp had in store for her next. Part of me felt like I shouldn't have spoken about her with him at all, and I suddenly felt guilty.

To make matters worse, my phone jingled again with the familiar text noise. I picked it up, and sure enough it was from my girlfriend, Maria. Tonight she was free, and had been sending multiple texts all night long.

This time she had texted a picture, and for a minute I got excited. The image took a few seconds to appear on my cheap phone, and I stood there holding my breath, hoping that for once maybe she had sent me something a little more exciting then a teddy bear picture. Finally it loaded, and I looked at it eagerly, hoping for something provocative. It was Maria, her face up close, making a duck face at me. Like she wanted to blow me a kiss but was too much of a diva.

There was a loud rapping sound from the front desk suddenly, and a voice called quietly, "knock, knock." I looked up desperately, knowing I had to go do my duty.

"Hey, Jonah, where are you?" the voice at the front desk asked sweetly, and I scowled. I had to go. Still holding my phone, I went out into the lobby. After one last look at my annoying girlfriend's pooched lips I shut my phone and dropped it on the counter.

"Girl trouble?" A voice asked, and I finally looked up at the person standing behind the desk. And when I did, my heart stopped for a moment.

She was a young girl, no more than a few years my prime, and she was unbelievably beautiful. Her face was thin and young looking, and her ginger hair was tied back in a partial ponytail tied with a thick, blue hair tie. Much of her hair still parted above her face and cascaded down around her ears. Her eyes were wide and pale green in color, and they sparkled with a childish mischief as she smiled at me. Her lips were moist and plump and pressed tightly together, her cheeks lifting as she smiled, making her face shine with a youthful vigor that made her look even more innocent. Her nose was covered in splatters of thick freckles that spilled across her cheeks and down her neck, trickling down to her exposed cleavage and the tender swell of her modest breasts. She wore a dark blue dress that seemed to compliment her eyes perfectly, and it hung low, giving me an amazing view of what she had to offer.

"No..." I stammered, at a loss for a moment. The girl was so gorgeous, so girl-next-door cute, that she actually rendered me speechless. "I was... that was... my... mom...," I finished lamely. "It's nothing."

The girl giggled, a musical sound that I would do anything to hear again, and as she did her breasts jiggled gently. Just as I pushed my phone aside and prepared to focus all of my attention on her, the text sound went off again.

The young girl giggled sweetly. "Sounds like your mommy needs you again," she said, still laughing. "Better see what she wants."

I reached down and pressed the button on the side of my phone and silenced it, then I turned my attention back to the beautiful girl standing before me. "She's fine, just being a mom," I said, and waved it off. "She's just being annoying." This was only a partial lie.

"Ok, if you say so," the girl said and shrugged, her voice full of good cheer. "So then you aren't busy right now?" She looked into my eyes, wide and questioning. She fluttered her eyelashes at me a couple of times, as if she had something in mind, and my heart skipped a beat. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green, almost a pale olive color with flecks of gold within.

"N-no," I stammered. She was probably going to ask me if I could come up and empty her garbage or something else unpleasant. But even if that was the case, I would gladly do it for this vision of beauty before me.

"Good," she said flatly, then bit her thumb briefly as she looked around the lobby. "Marcellus sent me down here. He said he owed you a tip or something." She took her hand out of her mouth as she turned back to me. "Is this the only place we got? Is there somewhere more quiet? I'm guessing you can't just, like, get a room...?"

"Whoa, hold up, wait.... what are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused now. "Who are you?"

She smiled at me again, and once again I felt my heart flutter. "My name is Samantha. And I'm here to deliver Marcellus' big tip. He said he owed you one, and this is how he wanted to repay it. Since he said you liked redheads, here I am. I guess I look like some girl or something...?" she shrugged, not really sure the details of her employment and not really caring.

"But... but I...," I stammered, and Samantha giggled again.

"You have a real way with words. Know just what the ladies want to hear," her eyes sparkled and she laughed.

I smiled despite my shock, and I even managed a laugh myself. This seemed all way too hard to believe. "So... you're from Marcellus? What's the tip?" I asked stupidly.

She giggled once more, obviously an easy going girl with an easy going laugh. I'm pretty sure I was falling in love. She looked over the counter, then craned her neck and tried to see what else there was behind the desk.

"Is there anywhere we can go that isn't on camera?" she asked with a glint in her eye.

My heart began to race as I realized finally what was happening. I still tried to persist. "... so, the tip is...," I said quietly, partially because I had trouble believing it was real.

"Yeah, it's behind the counter," she said, her voice deepening. "I need you to take me to somewhere private back there and let me give it to you. Or y'know, you can give it to me, instead, whatever." She giggles again. "Whatever happens happens."

Chapter 4

My mind had trouble grasping exactly what WAS happening. It seemed like a dream come true. I was 18 and still a virgin, and with my current girlfriend, likely to remain so. The thought frustrated me. If I was ever going to experience sex I had to seize the chance, and I knew that this meant cheating on Maria. And while my girlfriend of 10 months may have been extremely frustrating at times, I actually did love her. I think I did, at least.

On the other hand, this girl was breathtaking. I had always loved redheads, it was true, but this girl seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves. Every feature on her was perfection, and I wondered how a girl like her ended up in this life, whoring herself with Marcellus.

And finally, I was at work. I technically still had a couple more arrivals showing up, and if they came while I was otherwise occupied I could get in serious trouble, and likely lose my job if I got caught. I needed to think of somewhere safe we could go.

I mean, if I WERE to actually go somewhere with her. But that would be wrong. I couldn't cheat on Maria. I could wait for sex. I had waited this long.

"So? Are you going to stand there and wait for your shift to end?" she asked me. "Cause if so I'll come back later," she turned as if to actually leave.

"No! No...," I repeated the word more softly the second time, and she turned around again, grinning. She had almost left, and I'd felt my opportunity slipping away. But what opportunity? Was I truly considering this? Cheating on my girlfriend with a prostitute at work? This was insane.

"So you do talk," she smiled and came back to the counter. When she reached it she leaned forward on it with both hands, letting her breasts dangle enticingly inside her thin, blue summer dress. "So... what would you like to do?" she looked at me coyly. "And where do you want to do it?"

I shook my head slowly. "What... what are my options? What will you... do... for me?"

She leaned in closer, exposing herself further. "Anything you want. Marcellus said to make it a big tip." She winked.

My mind raced with options. I knew that I was already reconciling cheating on Maria in my mind, blaming it on our lack of a sex life. As if she deserved it.

As for where we could go, there was only one room in the immediate area that I knew of that did not have any cameras installed within. In fact, it had a large wall mounted screen, showing where the other cameras were pointed. The laundry room, right next to the front desk.

I didn't say anything, I simply gestured with my head towards the door which lead there, to my right. She seemed to understand, as she stood up straight and made her way towards the door I had indicated. I followed and opened it quickly, and she slipped inside.

"Well, this sure looks comfortable," she said sarcastically, looking around at the stacks of laundry. "At least we have lots of towels. Maybe we can build our own bed!"

"It's one of the few rooms not on camera, is what it is. I'd prefer to keep my job." I said.

"Oh, I understand, baby. I was only teasing," she extends one hand and pokes my arm. I can't help but smile.

"I know. I'm just... a little tense, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting this, and I've never had it happen at work before." I explained sheepishly.

"Have you ever had it happen?" she asked quietly, the teasing voice gone.

"Of course!" I began, then stopped. There was no need to exaggerate. "I mean, my girlfriend sucked my dick once, right after junior prom. But... no. I haven't had sex yet." I hung my head as if in shame.

She smiled, then lead me over to the large, stainless steel folding table. The metal was cold to the touch, and I grabbed a room towel from a nearby pile, lying it out wide across it.

She turned me around, standing before me, leaving me trapped between her and the table. Her body moved close, and I realized then just how petite she was. Certainly not as small as Shannon, she nevertheless was at least 4" shorter than me and she had to tilt her head to look up at my 6' height. Her body was thin and delicately curved, her breasts the very definition of a handful, perfectly round and perky. Her skin was pale but darkened by the freckles, and got lighter as it disappeared beneath the loose cut of her dress. Her hair spilled over her soft, freckled shoulders, which sloped down her thin back into the gentle swell of her buttocks.

"Oh yeah?" she asked me sweetly, her smile wide and beautiful. "So I guess you're pretty experienced, huh?" She gently grasped the hem of my work shirt and tugged, lifting it up over my head carefully. She moved slowly, drawing out the tension for us both.

"No, I'm not. I'm... actually a virgin." I said after my shirt was finally removed. This was only sort of hard to admit. I wasn't proud, but then I didn't know this woman. If she laughed at me, well, then she could go back to her room.

But she didn't laugh. Instead, she closed her eyes and slid her thin arms around my back, pulling me close. Her breasts were like soft pillows pressed against my chest, the tender flesh swelling against my bare skin. Her breath was hot as she embraced me tight, the second time that day I was hugged by a strange red-haired girl, and I finally understood the phone call from Marcellus.

"Mmmm, you're very warm. Very nice to hug. No wonder she likes it," Samantha said quietly, her mouth tickling the few chest hairs I had managed to grow. I could feel the heat and moisture of her lips against me. She turned her head slightly, and her wet lips found my bare throat. She began kissing it tenderly, her mouth like feather strokes as they danced across my skin, and the sensation made me shiver.

We stood there in the laundry room, surrounded by piles of blinding white linens and towels, a young girl of unparalleled beauty sliding her lips over my neck and working her way down my chest. I looked up briefly at the wall-mounted camera screen and verified that the lobby was empty, that nobody else was demanding my attention.

And suddenly Samantha was down on her knees in front of me as I leaned back against the folding table, her thin fingers tracing lines over my meager stomach muscles. She kissed my belly button before moving even lower, making passionate little moaning sounds as her lips skated over my skin. My cock was a painful bulge inside of my jeans now, choosing that particular moment to be pointed down instead of up, and I breathed a sigh of relief when she finally snapped the button and pulled my jeans open.

"There we go, that's got to feel better," she whispered, and as she gazed up at me with her wide, innocent eyes, I thought my heart would explode from the heat I felt coursing through it.

Was it okay to fall in love with a prostitute? I didn't know and I didn't care. I just knew how I felt.

Looking down at Samantha as I leaned against the table, my eyes half-lidded with desire, all I could manage as a response was a feeble nod. I watched her every move, unable to take my eyes off her as she gripped the edges of my jeans and began tugging them down. She giggled when they got stuck on my hips for a minute, but I at least had the presence of mind to lend her a hand. Eventually my grungy jeans dropped to the floor, and I felt my penis pressing against my boxer shorts now, creating an obvious tent that made her giggle once more.

Her eyes sparkling, Samantha looked up at me and moved so that her face was up against the front of my boxers, letting my stiff cock rest on her face through the silky fabric. I could feel the heat of her breath on the sensitive underside, and my breath caught suddenly, making me twitch.

This response seemed to please Samantha, because she smiled wide around my bulge. She let her teeth graze softly over it, her breath hot, leaving wet marks on my underwear. My eyes fluttered shut as my breathing grew heavier, and then I felt her tugging on my boxer shorts, yanking them down easily. I was now completely naked at my place of work, my pants wrapped around my ankles and a hooker at my feet.

My eyes popped open as I realized the vulnerability of my position. Getting caught in this situation would get me fired in an instant, no matter who found me. I should've taken her to a safer location. Glancing up at the camera, I panicked when I realized that there was somebody in the lobby, which means they probably needed me to check them in.

"Oh, shit!" I hissed, and tried to push Samantha away. "There's somebody out there!" As if to verify this, a loud, baritone voice cried, "Hello?! Anybody home?!"

"Be right there!" I cried out, scrambling to find my clothes.

Samantha stood back from me with a grin, amused that I was walking away from her for my crappy job, but I knew that the people shouting wouldn't stop and they would make it impossible for us to continue if I didn't get rid of them.

Finally I managed to at least throw on my work shirt, and instead of struggling with my pants I peeked around the corner of the laundry room, which had a view of the desk from the entrance, and greeted the elderly couple that was standing there.

"Hey, what can I do for you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

They looked at each other, confused and slightly annoyed, and then the elderly woman turned back to me. "Towels. We need more towels. Could we possibly get a few more?" There was a sarcastic lilt to her voice, as if she knew they were interrupting me, and it bothered them that I wasn't more pleased to see them.

"Sure... one second...," I said quickly and disappeared again. When I turned back, Samantha was leaning against the folding table now in my place, and she had pulled the straps of her dress down so that her perfect breasts were exposed for me on full display. Her arms were crossed in front of her, pushing them up while at the same time keeping her dress from falling to the floor.

"The girls and I are getting lonely, you know," she said in a singsong voice, batting her eyelashes at me again.

I paused, my heart jumping in my chest at the sight of her tits so openly exposed in front of me. The only bare breasts I had ever seen in person before were Maria's, and hers were very small. They hardly even counted.

The pair that I was looking at now were nothing short of marvelous. Smooth and unblemished, they were like two soft cantaloupes resting softly on her arms. The rosy, pink nipples were hard and erect, her areolas only a slightly darker shade than the surrounding flesh. Her skin was very pale on her bosom, almost pure white, and the gentle cascade of rust-colored freckles that spilled down from her shoulders stopped at the swell of her breasts and collected lightly between them. She pushed them forward for me, giving me a better view of her arousal, an impish smile on her face.

"I...," I stammered, and lifted a finger in a 'one second' gesture. "I'll be right with them, I promise...," as I walked quickly to the shelves of clean towels. Grabbing extra so they wouldn't come back, I rushed back to the door, trying not to look at Samantha.

There was no way to give the guests their towels without actually approaching the desk, and since I currently had no pants on that was not an option. Instead I opened the side door leading to the laundry room, and gestured them both over. The elderly man approached me, a very disgruntled look on his face.

"Everything okay back there, young man?" he asked me gruffly.

"Yes sir, absolutely. Just busy with....," my breath hitched as I suddenly felt a warm, soft hand envelop my cock from behind the door. It began stroking it gently, quickly making it hard. "... laundry. Getting... some laundry done..." I held the stack of towels out to him from around the door, hiding my bottom half from view.

The man took them, still looking at me seriously. His eyebrows were furrowed and he did not seem amused. "Uh huh," he grunted. "Laundry." He stared at me a moment longer as Samantha gently caressed me behind the door. Her hand was moving faster now, and my cock had swollen painfully large. It was difficult for me to keep a straight face as the old man studied me.

"If there's anything else you need... just let me know...," I told him, my breathing growing heavier.

He nodded, and then to my great relief, seemed to decide that whatever else was going on wasn't his business and returned to his wife. They both glanced back at me with matching looks of disgust before I closed the door, slamming it harder than I meant to.

Chapter 5

When I turned back around, Samantha's hand still grasping for my crotch, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she had let the dress finally fall to the floor behind her, and was now standing naked in front of me. She was more stunningly divine than I had even imagined, and seeing her in this state nearly made my heart stop. It was almost an anti-climax, finally achieving everything you ever wanted and now you had it, you had nothing else to strive for. Because, I knew in that moment, that she was everything I ever wanted.

Her luscious breasts were only the beginning of the sculpture, her ribcage gracefully outlined beneath the curve lines of her perfect bosom. She was thin, and her waist sloped down softly to the gentle ridge of her hips, framing a vagina that was lightly dusted with soft, orange hair, nearly invisible against the pink lips of her labia. Her belly was flat, her belly button cute and pouty with a tiny diamond piercing above it. When she saw me admiring her tender, young body she smiled, and suddenly struck a pose, placing her hands in her hair which pulled up on her breasts. She stuck out one pale, muscular leg in front of her in a bent knee, as if she was a supermodel in a photoshoot, and giggled.

"... oh, wow...," I heard myself whisper, my eyes wide and my mouth suddenly very dry. "You're beautiful... um...," I couldn't finish, realizing I had somehow forgotten her name. Not to mention my girlfriend's name, and about a dozen other things, in that moment.

"Samantha," she finished for me, and smirked. "But you can call me Shannon, if you want to." Her tone was playful but she gave me a knowing look.

I shook my head, understanding what the whole thing was about. "Wait, I get that you're here cause I like redheads, but... Shannon? You're trying to actually roleplay Shannon? Cause I don't have a thing for her." I suddenly chuckled at the thought. Shannon was sort of cute, and I was very horny, but in the end... no.

Samantha tilted her head at me. "You're not? Then why did Marcellus say you did? That's why he wanted to send me."

"I like redheads," I explained, and I walked over to her naked form. She was hugging herself now, suddenly embarrassed. "That doesn't mean I like Shannon. She's fucking weird," I took her hands in mine, pulling them away from her body, letting her breasts hang free. They jiggled slightly as they dropped and I entwined my fingers with hers.

"Well, I feel kind of silly now, but I guess it's nice to not have to pretend anymore," she said, sighing gently. I wondered what 'pretending' she was referring to but didn't push it. Her acting was nothing like Shannon.

I moved a little bit closer. "If it helps, I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I even have a girlfriend, but I don't care right now..."

I had just enough time to see the look of pure joy that spread across Samantha's face, a look of genuine, heartfelt happiness at my words, and then the phone began ringing at the front desk, the loud, electronic jingle echoing through the lobby.

"Son of a bitch!" I shouted angrily. "This is really fucking killing the mood." I turned and stormed off to the desk to grab the cordless phone, knowing that if I ignored it, they would just keep calling. I still wasn't wearing any pants and doing so risked getting spotted by a guest, plus I would be appearing on camera. I was so annoyed right then it didn't matter, though. I went fast, successfully grabbing the phone and bringing it back to laundry again, my cock hard and bouncing up and down the whole way.

Once back in the safety of the laundry room I answered the phone, hoping it was something simple, like someone asking for pool hours or a kid playing a prank so I could just hang up. No such luck, of course.

Instead, I was treated to the grumpy voice of an elderly woman once again. Only this time, she was on the phone, and she was asking for as much detail as possible on renting a block of rooms next month for a funeral party. I answered her questions as fast as I could, making up several of the answers because I didn't have the computer in front of me.

As I listened impatiently to this woman's life story, Samantha suddenly kneeled down in front of me. She grinned wickedly up at me as she brought her face in close, pushing my polo shirt back so that it framed the base of my erection. She stuck out her tongue, and with a smile, she ever so slowly brought it up to the head of my penis.

I had thought that I had received a blowjob once before, from my girlfriend, what's-her-name. I was wrong. What she had done was simply place her lips on the head of my cock and tickle it with her tongue. In the end I had finished by jerking off into her mouth, an act that she had found repulsive. What Samantha did now could only have been performed by a professional.

She let her tongue slide down the underside of my shaft, taking a moment to flick it back and forth over the sensitive folds just beneath the head. Her hand came up and gently stroked it near the base, and with her other hand, she reached up and cupped my balls. As she kissed and licked my cock, she gently rolled my testicles around in her delicate fingers.

Meanwhile I was trying to have a conversation on the phone about hotel rates, and at this point I was completely useless to the woman without actually doing my job and checking with the computer. She asked if we had rooms available for the 4th - 6th.... uh huh, yep, we sure do. What was the rate? Uh, $89 maybe? I had no idea what I was telling this woman, I just wanted her to stop talking to me, and so I told her what she wanted to hear.

Things got complicated when Samantha slid her lips over the head of my cock, flicking it with her tongue, just like Maria had done. She looked at me, a small smile dancing at the corners of her mouth, and then suddenly she was swallowing me, taking the full length of my shaft into her warm, wet embrace. I cried out, "... ah... AHH!...," completely forgetting that I was still on the phone with an old woman. I squeezed my eyes shut, the feeling of her lips sliding over my sensitive flesh nearly overwhelming. The woman on the phone was silent at first, and I stood there biting my bottom lip as Samantha began bobbing her head faster, her tongue dancing around the length of my shaft.

"H-hello?" a raspy voice said in my ear, and I suddenly remembered what I was doing. "Is everything ok, sir?" she asked me, sounding concerned. What a sweet woman.

"Oh... yeah, yeah I'm good. I'm very good...," I breathed, and Samantha grinned up at me, her lips still around my cock. "What... what else did you need?"

"I said, I would like to make the reservation! If it's not too much trouble for you." The woman was beginning to sound annoyed now. She was expecting me to find my computer and actually make her a reservation, something that simply was not happening.

I could've hung up the phone right then - I should have. But either because I was too lost in the ecstasy, or because some part of me found the depravity of it really hot, I didn't. I instead held the old cordless phone on my shoulder, tipping my head down to hold it in place, and positioned my lips near the mouthpiece. I had given up on the conversation now, so instead, as Samantha continued to slide her mouth up and down my hard member, I groaned openly, letting the old woman hear every sick, disgusting grunt of pleasure. I started breathing heavier, and as I heard the woman exclaim her surprise with a startled, "OH!" I whispered, "Oh, shit... that feels so fucking good...!"

I don't know how much longer the woman stayed on the phone after that. I heard her gasp, heard her shout, "Sir!" one more time, and then I just dropped the phone, letting it clatter on the ground. I couldn't take it anymore, and I knew that Samantha was going to make me cum if she didn't stop now.

Chapter 6

"You have... you have to... stop...," I panted, and Samantha looked up at me again through a mouthful of my cock. She pulled her head back, letting it slide through her lips slowly, her saliva coating its length and making it glisten before finally releasing it with a pop.

"I don't have to do anything unless Marcellus tells me to do it," she said impishly. "Maybe I wanted to taste your cum. Maybe for your tip, I wanted to taste yours," she giggles at her own bad innuendo.

"And maybe for my tip, I want to give it to you. I thought you said something like that in the beginning," I countered, thinking I was clever.

She leaned in close suddenly, her mouth close to mine. I could smell my own musky scent on her lips "So... why haven't you?" she whispered, almost too low to hear. Her breath was like a feather's touch against my cheek, and I felt a tingle run down my spine.

My heart was pounding as I took her hand in mine and walked her over to the big stainless steel table they used for folding towels, the one I had draped a towel on already, and stopped at the side of it. She smiled at me, her face lighting up with a brilliant radiance that even the harsh fluorescents weren't able to dispel. I smiled nervously back, my cock standing stiff in front of me like a soldier at attention. I moved in closer, sliding one hand around her thin waist, my head down because I was suddenly too nervous to look at her.

Thankfully, Samantha was a pro and sensed my trepidation, quickly moving in to help. My cock was very close to her now, bobbing up and down in time with the beating of my heart, and she gently took it in one hand. She began to stroke it, her soft hands sliding up and down my already sensitive member. As she did she pressed her breasts against my naked chest, her nipples quickly growing hard from the contact, and she pressed her lips to mine, tenderly.

In fact it was the kiss, more than the feeling of her soft skin, that seemed to arouse me the most and made my cock swell in her hand. Not just the physical expression of rubbing our body parts together, but the close intimacy shared in a kiss like that. Her hot breath mingled with mine as our lips brushed against each other, our noses bumping and making us smile as we stared into each other's eyes. The tenderness, the emotion, the simple expression of love. I was getting that kind of attention from a prostitute, and it made me wonder if there was something special about me that she held me in higher regard than most clients. That maybe I could help her, somehow change her and take her out of that life. When she looked into my eyes, it was like she could see into my soul, and I felt a connection with her that I never did with Maria.

Slowly, her eyes full of desperate desire, Samantha stepped back against the table, leaning on the towel. She pulled me close, one thin hand wrapped around my waist, the other still gripping my cock. Her eyes were glazed over with lust as I moved in for another kiss, urgently needing to taste her, to feel my lips on hers. I thought then I was being passionate, but I see now that I was probably just young and eager, slobbering in her mouth like an excited lap dog.

After a moment of this Samantha gently pushed me back with a delicate hand on my chest. Her eyes locked on mine and she lowered her head alluringly, giving me a look that seemed to challenge me, to dare me to do what she knew I wanted to do. And to see if I was man enough to do it. Her legs widened, and I stared in fascination as her slender labial lips spread apart, the pink folds within already glistening with arousal.

I took hold of my cock at the base and stepped closer to her, my body trembling lightly with anticipation and trying not to show it. Internally, alarm bells were going off, every part of my body bracing itself for the moment I had been lusting after for the past 6 years. The culmination of what the painful puberty years had been all about. The frustrations of having a frigid girlfriend. It may be with a prostitute... but I was finally about to lose my virginity.

She smiled as I came close, placing one hand behind my head and pulling me in for another passionate kiss. My cock pulsed in response, and I felt the warm heat of her body next to mine as I brought it in close to her silky opening. With her other hand, she reached down and gently gripped my stiff member, guiding it towards her slit. I positioned myself in front of her, and she stretched her long, slender legs around my waist, pulling me closer. My engorged head mingled with her juices for a moment, becoming slick and shiny, and then with an involuntary groan of triumph, I plunged inside of her.

Nothing else in my life could possibly rival the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling in those first few minutes with Samantha, my organ a perfect fit for her own. I felt the warm, wet pocket of her vagina clamping down on my shaft, and I buried it within her as deep as I could, grinding it in a lazy circle and simply enjoying the feeling of being inside of her. I didn't want to fuck her too quickly because the sensation was pushing me to the brink almost immediately, and I wanted it to last. Her pussy just felt way too good.

Her head rolled back and she let out a soft drawn-out wail, obviously trying to be somewhat quiet. Seeing her eyes clenched shut, her mouth contorted in a snarl of pleasure, I did my best to hold on, to make this moment last.

And then, to my unbelieving ears, I heard the sound that already haunted my darkest nightmares. The sound of the front desk bell, followed by a man's voice, "Hello?"

I froze, my cock buried to the hilt inside of this girl's wet pussy. Looking up at the mounted TV screen displaying the cameras, the one focused on the front desk showed me a sight that stopped my heart. A young father was standing there, holding a baby, and next to him was his wife. Behind them stood a boy and a girl, neither of them older than ten. It was an entire family complete with kids, which meant they were here to check-in. The luggage they were still carrying confirmed this.

"There's a fucking family out there," I whispered fiercely at Samantha, my cock buried deep inside of her. Despite my terror I found myself still moving my hips, grinding against her G-spot.

Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she struggled not to make a sound. Despite this, she was letting out occasional soft whimpers, her body beginning to shudder as I felt the walls of her pussy ripple. "Don't you... fucking ... dare...," she growled, and I felt her grip tighten around my neck, felt her legs wrap around my small ass more tightly.

I began thrusting more quickly, staring up at the young family as they looked around the lobby with confused expressions, I pumped my cock in and out of Samantha's pussy more completely, letting her feel every inch of it. At first I tried to move slow, but the sight of the family in the lobby made me speed up, the sight of them for some reason fueling my passion. I could feel her wet warmth sliding tantalizingly up and down the length of my cock, massaging it, kissing it, and I was finding it difficult to remain quiet, myself.

"Is anybody here?!" the man cried out again, and I looked down at Samantha. She had ignored it this time though, her eyes clenched tightly shut as her body began to respond. She began to shake, and a long, low whine began to emanate from deep within her throat.

"Mmmmmmmm..." Her orgasm was overtaking her, and she didn't give a damn who was standing at the front desk anymore. I felt her walls clamp down on me hard, and the feeling of making this beautiful girl cum almost sent me over the edge. Her hips lifted off the table and I tried to move with her, her pussy slick and wet as I suddenly felt her juices release, a warm flood that coated my cock and stomach.

The man at the desk began pounding on the bell repeatedly now, but I no longer cared. I had been interrupted enough tonight and was not going to let it happen again.

I started pounding Samantha's pussy faster and harder, grabbing her legs and holding them up in the air as my sleek cock thrust in and out of her. Her head was lolling listlessly from side to side as she rode out the last shudders of her climax, her eyes closed gently shut and her mouth slightly ajar. She looked beautiful in her moment of post-coital bliss, and knowing that I had made her feel like that made me feel powerful.

This realization was the final straw, and I felt my penis suddenly swell inside her. The pressure in my loins localized, congregating together like a warmth in my stomach, and I started to moan softly through my teeth. In the camera, the kids were now wandering the lobby, and the adults looked upset. I didn't know if I was being too loud and honestly I no longer cared. In that moment I would've gladly traded my job for Samantha.

The feeling was more intense than I expected, and when my own climax crashed over me I involuntarily cried out. The adults on the TV screen both turned their heads towards the laundry room door, but I didn't even realize it, because I had become lost in a sea of pleasure so intense I couldn't focus on anything but my own cock.

I knew, even in my mindset, that I couldn't cum inside of her without a condom. But, I had no problem pulling out and jerking my load onto her taut, slender body instead. I let out a series of unintelligible grunts as my cock pulsed repeatedly, spraying out hot jets of semen up Samantha's stomach. The final squirt didn't go far, instead dribbling out onto her clit and mingling with the soft fuzz of her pubic hair.

She smiled sensually at me as I withdrew, the tip of my head still oozing a final bead of pearly white cum. As I took a step back, my legs feeling weak, I looked up at the camera just in time to see the couple throw up their arms in frustration. There was a good chance I was going to get in trouble tomorrow.

"You better go tend to the Brady Bunch," Samantha said sleepily as she stood up. She grabbed one of the clean hotel towels and used it to wipe herself off. "They look mad."

I nodded but didn't answer. Instead I just began collecting my clothes. I took my time, since the family had already been neglected for so long I figured another minute wouldn't matter. When I was finally dressed again, I looked back at Samantha, who had already thrown her own simple, blue dress back over her head.

"Thank you for the tip," I said quietly to her. "You're amazing. I really hope I can see you again." I smiled dopily. I felt lazy and at peace, not at all concerned about the angry guests out front.

"You're very welcome, sweetie. You actually made me cum, most guys don't do that." She stepped close again, giving me a final kiss. "So thank you, too," she smiled one last radiant smile, and then she turned and walked out the laundry room door. I heard her tell the family at the desk that I was on my way soon. Trying not to grin, I went out and apologized.

Chapter 7/Epilogue

I went into work the next day with a new spring in my step, feeling excited and eager to see Samantha again. I hadn't been able to get her off my mind since our last meeting. I was so smitten with her that I had immediately sent a text message to my girlfriend Maria, telling her I wanted to break up. She had gone into hysterics, begging to know why, but I didn't want to tell her I had slept with a prostitute. So I simply told her I had cheated on her, instead. With Shannon.

"Heeyyyy, there's my favorite grumpy guy!" my supposed mistress said as I walked in that afternoon, jumping up and down like a child. As usual, she followed me to the office, and as soon as I put my stuff down she pounced on me, giving me yet another firm hug. Oddly enough, it didn't do a single thing for me this time.

"So what's going on today?" I asked cheerfully as I walked over to the computer. I signed in, eager to see my workload for the day. Secretly, I was also checking to make sure Marcellus was still there.

Before I could check, Shannon answered the question for me. "Not much, same ole same ole," she said as she gathered her things. "That creepy guy finally left. Do you know he asked me to come with him? To New Orleans? I think he might have been a pimp, I was like, nooo way!"

I froze and looked up. "He left? Really? Did he... did he have anyone with him?" My heart raced. Surely Samantha wouldn't have just left with him, leaving without so much as a goodbye.

"Yeah? Maybe? There were a couple girls walking out when he was hitting on me, carrying his bags I think. Were they not supposed to be here?" she asked.

My heart sank. So it was true, the girls had left with him. And Samantha hadn't even left me a farewell note or anything. Hadn't said anything about it last night.

She was just gone.

The girl of my dreams, the most beautiful human being I have ever seen even to this day, had vanished into thin air.

That night I learned a lot of things that I remembered later in life. I learned what I should value in a woman, because of course I came to regret losing Maria.

I also learned what I shouldn't value, and that a beautiful heart is a far more wonderful thing than a beautiful face.

But, perhaps most importantly, I learned that it was not, in fact, a good idea to fall in love with a prostitute.