Chapter 1: First Day

I had applied for the job at the hotel several days before. It was a hotel in the countryside, and catered for businessmen. The interview told me that I had to be broad minded and ready to handle most situations on my own. For that I would receive a much higher then usual wage plus tips, what the customers gave me, and a percentage of what was left at the main desk. It sounded too good to be true, but I took the job, wondering what was really involved.

I'm slim, have long straight blonde hair, small breasts, and 19 years old.

I arrived at 6:30 and was immediately told to change into my uniform. I was surprised to see what that uniform was. (I had already been told to wear white underwear). They before me hang several uniforms from size 10 to 12 only. It consisted of white stockings, suspender belt, a short mini black dress and a little white apron. I was beginning to catch on by what they meant when they said I needed to be broadminded.

After changing I was told to see the manager. I entered his office. He was about 45, heavy set, with short black hair. I told him my name. He asked if I understood the requirements of the job, I told him I thought I did. He asked me to turn around, which I did. He then asked me to bend forward a little,... I did that too. From where he was sitting I could guess he was looking at my bottom and my white panties... the dress was really very short. "Oh yes, you'll do." He told me.

He then gave me a warning. "Whatever happens here is up to you. But we look after our staff and our good name. So if for any reason you decline a situation, we will back you up fully. Any situation that occurs is if you want it too. I find we get the best from our staff that way."

I was beginning to enjoy this. My mind was racing, 'situations', mmmmmhh; I wondered what that would actually mean.

I didn't have long to find out.

At 8am I was sent up to a room with the breakfast tray. I knock and was told to come in. A young man was lying in bed looking at me. He was about 25, with blonde hair, and very good looking. "Morning sir." I said walking over to the beside table where I put the tray.

He looked me up and down. Then smiled. "You're new."

"First day sir." I told him, hands clasped behind my back, smiling.

He smiled again, "Look, would you mind re arranging my pillows a little, maids do it so much better."

Now I guessed. "Yes of course Sir." I leaned over him and began to arrange the pillows, his face was near my throat, I could imagine him looking down the front of my dress at my breasts, held in that little white bra. I was getting horny. He raised his head up and I felt his lips brush my throat. I stood back, "Sir?"

"Don't worry," he smiled, "Please carry on."

I leaned over him again, only to find his head returned and he started to lick my throat while I moved the pillows. These pillows ere going to take a long time to re arrange I decided. I pushed upwards a little and felt his lips caress the upward swell of the top of my breasts. Then I felt his hand touch the back of my leg and slowly caress it's way up to my bottom. He lazily circled the cheeks with his fingers while I remained leaning over him. Then his finger moved to between my legs, stroking gently my pussy through my panties.

"I think there's something under these sheets, could you check?" He asked.

I was about to suggest the same seeing that there was an out line of something long about where his hips would be. "Of course Sir, I'd be glad too."

I slide a hand over his chest and under the sheets... I let my fingers drag along his smooth chest, down his tummy, and then finally felt something touch it, hard and slightly wet.

"There is," I told him. My fingers caressed the hard yet soft head of his cock.

"Perhaps you had better take a closer look." He told me.

I didn't need to be asked twice. My head swooped down to his chest where I gave him a couple of long licks across before sliding under the sheets, downward. I could see in the half-light the head of his cock pointing straight up at me. I brushed my lips against it before opening my mouth and sucking the warm head into my mouth. He moaned and I started to swirl my tongue around the head. With my hand I pulled back the skin letting the top slide out completely and pushed my lips down that to just below the rim of his cock head. Hold it there in my warm mouth I began to gently wank his cock with my hand. His hands were busy too. One was holding my head, caressing my hair with his fingers. The other one had found it's way into my pussy and was gently finger fucking me.

I pulled away to ask him if there was anything else he required but he said 'no' and explained he was really happy with what I was doing so far. I was a bit disappointed, I wanted to fuck him, but then I was working and he was a guest here. I kept moving my hand up and down that shaft, keeping his head in my mouth, licking over the top of his cock while I did so. I heard him say how nicely I was doing that.

With my other hand I gently started to squeeze his balls, sort of milking him. I took the head of his cock from my mouth and started to lick and bite the side of the shaft down to his balls, which I then licked before planting his cock back into my mouth. I held his cock tightly now, pushing the sheet off me. Holding it up straight at the ceiling I then started to bop my head up and down on it. I just used my hand to steady it while my lips did the work. After a minute or two I heard him warn me that he was going to come. I held my ground... I didn't want to spoil the sheets did I?

I kept on bopping my head up and down on his cock until suddenly I great wad of warm stick cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed quickly as another and another wad shot out the end of his cock. My hand was squeezing his balls quite hard now and his legs were jerking up and down. He was moaning a lot, but I believe it wasn't about the service. Finally he stopped pumping and his cock started to grow small in my mouth. I kept licking until it was very soft and tiny. I looked at him. He had his eyes half closed. "That's was outstanding." He told me. "Thank you."

His finger was still playing with me but I needed more then that. "It's ok," I said and then looked down at his hand. He smiled and withdraw.

"A tip for the lady," he said. "My wallet is in my side jacket pocket on the chair, I think a fifty is in order."

Wow, and for something I enjoyed, "Thank you sir," was all I could really say.

A minute later I was outside, $50 richer.

Back downstairs I killed time for a while before being sent to another room. "He wants his bath cleaned." I was told. I went up stairs and found the room. Knocking I found a man in his 50's standing there in a dressing gown. He was over weight, and had grey hair. But he looked ok and seemed friendly enough. "It's my bath, would you mind cleaning it young lady?"