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By (user no longer on site) OP
8 weeks ago
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As if losing my job wasn’t bad enough, the only work I could find was that fancy hotel in town, working as a bell boy. It’s a long time since anyone’s called me boy, not to mention they had me in the full outfit, white gloves, pillbox hat. The works.
I thought I’d hit a bum deal, right until the first time I was called to service room 137. The call came through in the middle of the night and it took a lot to drag myself up in the lift, but by the time I reached the door I was smiling, straight backed and ready to serve.
I rapped on the door and after a pause, it was eased open.
An elegant woman, dressed for a night on the town in a body-clinging dress and tottering heels was stood confidently in the doorway. She was olive skinned, tall and busty, practically spilling from her dress and she smiled with a kind private amusement as she looked me up and down. I could see past her to the corner of the room, where a man, perhaps her husband, sat in a chair with his head in his hands.
‘Room…service?’ I stuttered, taken aback.
She practically licked her lips as she stepped aside to let me in. The hall was rather narrow so, afte a moment of wondering what to do, I decided to brush past her. She was a little taller than me, so her cleavage was right under my nose as I entered. I swore I heard her chuckle as I eased my way in and she turned to bolt the door.
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