Chapter 4

There was an older man, early 50’s if I were to guess, in the shower and a younger woman on the bed watching tv. While he had a slight belly and wasn’t toned, I was pleasantly surprised to see a soft but fat cock dangling between his legs as he soaped up his chest and arms. The girl was fully dressed, her arms wrapped around her drawn up knees so I couldn’t get a good look of what her body was all about.

“Mr. Blanchard is requesting a female audience tonight,” Dash said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I nodded and looked up at him, puzzled. That was a pretty common request and could have been handled by Dash himself by just filling out a quick room service form. It would have taken two minutes, tops.

“Okay...” I said. I was confused but pulled up the right screen on the computer anyway. “I can fill out the form for you if you’d like. What time does he want someone there? You said a female?”

Dash chuckled darkly. “It’s not that simple. That’s why I came to you Claire-bear.”

My fingers stilled now on my keyboard and waited for him to continue.

“Mr. Blanchard’s partner tonight is a little out of the ordinary.”

I shrugged, Dash and I both knew out of the ordinary here wasn’t a thing. Hell, last week I fisted a nun while a priest prayed over us. After three years of working here, nothing surprised me anymore.

The phone rang again and seeing I was occupied with Dash, Taryn answered it.

“Mmm hello again Mr. David. Was that dildo not large enough for Mrs. David?” She laughed at whatever he said on the other end of the line. “Oh well then congratulations are in order for breaking a personal record! I’ll send the next two sizes up and a bottle of champagne right away. Mm-hmm, of course. Have a good cum!” Taryn’s fingers flew over her keyboard as she hung up.

“Anyway, Mr. Blanchard understands his partner is considered to be in poor taste by many, so he’d like to make sure the person fulfilling his request is okay with the taboo,” Dash continued.

My brows pinched together. “Who on earth is he fucking?” I asked.

Dash smiled devilishly, a big grin stretching across his handsome face. “His daughter.”

Beside me, Taryn gasped.

I looked up at Dash, shocked. “Seriously?”

He nodded, one of his brown locks of hair falling adorably down on to his forehead. “Absolutely. They’ve been fucking since his wife died apparently.”

“Wow,” Taryn said, said still stunned.

“Wow,” I echoed.

“I assured him we don’t judge here and I’d see what I could do.”

“Well if they’re both consenting adults...” I trailed off.

Dash nodded. “She didn’t seem unwilling. And we know she’s of age with our eighteen and older guest policy.”

“Do we even support incest?” Taryn asked, frowning.

I looked over at her. “Yes?” I said hesitatantly and searched my memory. “We had that mother and son a couple of years ago. They didn’t ask for any bull or bunny services but they did go through a hell of a lot of lube.”