Tracy, the head housekeeper, was standing outside the door waiting for me with a clipboard in her hand. She used her master key to let me into the room and followed me inside. I had expected her to leave me alone to work as usual but this time she sat down on the edge of the bed. She nodded toward the sink as if to let me know where I was supposed to address the problem. We hadn’t spoken a word.
She was a very pretty girl in her early twenties, with long wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes, a slim turned-up nose, and full lips. She had a Mediterranean air about her and despite her good looks I suspected she was a bitch; the type of girl who knew she was pretty and could turn any man into putty.
What made her even more desirable was the contrast between her beauty and the strictness of the hotel uniform. Her white silk blouse, dark blue jacket and matching pencil skirt, black stockings and perfectly shined black heels would have made any man want to fuck her silly. I had taken glimpses of her slender legs and cute butt whenever I could, but this time I could tell that she was there to observe me. Perhaps someone had complained about my work, and she was there to supervise, take notes and report back to management. I walked over to the sink and got to work.
“Do you see the problem?” asked Tracy.
I looked up and thought I was in a scene from a porno movie. She stood over me and all I could see were her thighs, her stocking tops, and her white panties. I was speechless. I wasn’t sure if she realized how she was standing and what I could see. I looked away and mumbled that I was still searching for the leak. My face was flushing bright red.
“Do I need to spell it out to you?’ she continued.
As she said this, she lowered herself down onto her knees, smothering my face between her thighs and pinning my upper arms to the ground. The moistness of her white cotton panties touched my nose. I inhaled deeply, mainly because I was in shock but also because the aroma of her pussy made me want more. My cock stiffened immediately.
“You’re skating on thin ice, John” she said, tightening her thighs.
I couldn’t speak. She had pressed down so hard that all I could do was to breathe heavily through my nose, which was planted firmly against her clitoris. I felt the heat of my breath radiating back through the crotch of her panties.
“Management wants to get rid of you,” she said, “They think you’re lazy.