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Housekeeping

By: chrissexual



It was like most other work seminars held at a local hotel conference center. "Blah. Blah. Blah. See you next time." Luckily we had covered a lot of ground the 1st day, so on the 2nd day we finished up by about 11 am. Some of the guys were off to hit the course. I on the other hand was not. I had parked on the far side of the hotel due to parking shortages and was trekking my way through the halls to head out. As I walked by the indoor/outdoor pool and sauna, my mind started wandering, thinking about the "spas" in Europe where men and women intermingled nude without a care in the world. And where I had gone and masturbated out on the sundeck with beautiful, tanned ladies laying naked only occasionally glancing over to see if I had finished. And where I had showered with a total erection just 3 feet away from other naked women jumping in and out of the shower next to me and noticing my hard-on but just smiling. Anyway, that's another story. Pondering these thoughts, I happened to notice several rooms that were wedged open for the maids to clean. I only saw one maid down the hall, so I decided to slip in, maybe rub a quick one out, and get on with my day. 

I got into the room and surveyed it briefly. Somebody had been there the night before but left very little evidence that they were there. By the makeup stains on the washcloths, I could tell it had been a woman. I pulled off my clothes, closed the door and hopped into the bed to stroke off. I grabbed the remote and started surfing for a little visual stimulation on the TV. In luck, they had hotel porn. I browsed through and saw that the "All you can watch until checkout" option had been purchased. Lucky me. I flipped to a channel with amateur couples bringing in an extra guy. It was pretty hot but without the hard core cum shots. As I laid there stroking my hard cock, I heard the women out in the halls talking about which room to clean next. My mind swam. I wanted them to come and join me. I went to the door and peeked out there were two Hispanic maids out there. One was probably in her 40's and a bit round and the other seemed at least 10 years younger but slim and attractive. I heard one of them knock on the door to the room next door. 

She hollered, "Housekeeping!" No response. She entered. Now I was scrambling to figure out the best way for her to "catch" me jerking off my hard cock. I summoned up a quick plan and waited for her knock. Apparently she was just collecting towels and trash right now. Then it happened.

"Knock! Knock! Knock! Housekeeping!"

...a pause...

...then the keycard going into the door...

"click."

Here she came. She went into the bathroom right off to her left first. The bed I was on was in a smaller adjacent room to the left out of her sight. 

I got up. I moved to greet her now. My thick cock was throbbing, standing straight out its whole 7 inches and dripping pre-cum. As I turned the corner, I was standing not more then 5 feet from her. She was kneeling down pulling the trash bag out of the can when she realized I was there. She looked up and gasped, "Oh, I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I didn't know anybody was here." 

I reassured her that it was alright. She tried not to look at me and looked down practically scrambling to get out of the room. But unfortunately (fortunately for me) she had alrweady gazed. She had probably frozen for a good 3 seconds staring at my hard-on before it hit her what was staring her right in the face. I stood there as if nakedness was an everyday thing. She slipped out of the room as quickly as possible. That was it. I pulled 2 little tugs and cum flew everywhere. But when I went for the towel, they were all gone. So I peeked out the door for my towel collector friend. She was at the next room talking to the other maid and they were laughing and obviously joking about it. When I peeked out she froze. I told her I needed a towel to clean up. The older gal slowly grabbed one and walked over to hand it to me. I figured. "Okay, how bold is she?" I opened the door all the way to step out and get it. When she saw me with cum all over she stopped and said, "Here, take two. It looks like you'll need it." Then she went about her business.

I was so worked up by then. But I had to go. As I was getting dressed, I saw a keycard laying on the desk, so I picked it up. On my way out I passed them and smiled saying goodbye. They both smiled and went back to work. 

What would the keycard do for me? I would have to find out some time soon.

HouseKeeping



The doorbell rang and it took me a few seconds to answer it. When I opened the door, I was very please with what I saw. She seemed to be about 45 years old, as promised in my phone call with her two days ago, but she was smoking hot. She had a face that was sort of long, with dark brown shoulder length hair that formed an oval around her face, and just enough make-up to tell me she was wearing some. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and seemed so deep I could fall into them and drown. She was wearing an overcoat in spite of the fact that it was warm outside that hid her figure, but even the coat could not disguise the fact that she was slim and shapely. I smiled widely and invited her inside.

"You must be Kelsey," I declared with certainty. "I am Todd. Welcome to my home."

"It sure looks beautiful from the outside, Todd, and it is probably just as beautiful inside." Kelsey was politeness itself.

"Come in, Kelsey, and let me tell you a little more about why you are here." She had a beautiful face with an alert expression, but laced with just a hint of apprehension. She wore some pale pink lipstick, and what might be some blush on her high cheekbones. The colors around her eyes highlighted her eyes rather than covered them, making them the dominant features of her face. They were dark brown and seemed to be pools of liquid, and they showed so much life they exuded excitement. All told, she was even more beautiful than the pictures she had sent to me by email. I led her to the family room, and sat on the couch. She sat near me, but not next to me. She still wore her coat, and I did not offer to take it from her at this point.

"As you can see, Kelsey, I have a large and beautiful house. I have designed it myself, and furnished it according to my tastes. And also, as you can see, my tastes are most decidedly masculine. I have lived alone since my divorce almost 20 years ago, so I can decorate how I want to. And it is almost 4,000 square feet, a large house for just one person, I am told by my two sisters constantly, and by my friends regularly. But I like it. A lot. Still, it is a big house. I have no problem keeping the kitchen clean, and my office is for me alone. But the rest of the house sometimes needs a little touch up here and there, and this is where you come in.

"I explained my ad to you the other day on the phone. Now I want to go into a little more detail. I need two things that I stated in the ad. First, I need light housecleaning. You know what I mean - sweeping, dusting, vacuuming, and maybe a little mopping every once in a while. If this works out, and you get to know me and my house, maybe you can straighten up here and there, put things away, even wash dishes once in a while. I want the bed linens to be changed every week, and the bathroom towels to be washed with the sheets. Only what I believe to be light housekeeping. Once a month, I expect to find someone to do the serious cleaning, but that is a separate issue. If you are at all interested in that, we can discuss it later." I paused for a few seconds, to make sure I had covered everything I wanted to say about cleaning. I couldn't think of anything else, and she jumped into the silence.

"And the other thing you need?" Kelsey inquired softly, almost gently. I noticed that her smile was so warm and engaging that I took a moment to bask in it, yet it was just a little hesitant.

"The other thing I need, Kelsey, is a little entertainment. I have been alone for too long. I hate the bar scene, and I simply am so out of touch with the dating scene that I don't know what to do once I enter a bar. Yet I absolutely love feminine company, and I miss having a sexy woman around. I have more than enough money to enjoy life, but I have no one to enjoy that life with. So I decided that it was time for a change. As I stated to you over the phone the other day, I want someone to clean my house who is scantily clothed. A classic "French maid" outfit is just fine, whatever you believe that to entail. Or beautiful underwear is even better. Whatever is tantalizing to me and fun for you. But at no time will I ask or expect you to be fully nude. I promise I will not touch you in any way while you are here. On the other hand, you may touch me if you choose. And you may touch yourself if you want. It is most important that you relax and enjoy your time here, because I want to be teased. If you are not enjoying yourself and your time here, I will know it, and I will not be as teased and excited as I would be if you were enjoying yourself. 

"I will pay you $300 for two hours of your time. At the end of two hours, I will pay you cash and you may leave. If you want, you may clean up here, or take a shower, or whatever you decide. And once I have paid you, if you choose, I would like to take you to dinner. To a nice restaurant, where you may dress up and show off how beautiful you are. As I expressed to you the other day, inviting you out to dinner is entirely my option. If I find I enjoy both your conversation and your company this afternoon, I will invite you out to dinner with me tonight. If I enjoy our time together, I will ask you to make this a long-term contract - twice a week, on Monday and Friday, if it were my choice, but how often would be your choice. Each time will include dinner, but only if you choose. It is entirely possible that you will enjoy the housecleaning and the spending money, but not wish to participate in dinner. That will be entirely up to you and will have no impact on the more pragmatic side to our relationship." Again I paused to think if there was anything I left out.

"In the ad, and then again in our phone conversation, you mentioned the possibility of additional money; I think you called them tips. What did you mean by that word?" She seemed slow to inquire about what I meant by "tips," perhaps even a little embarrassed by asking. I smiled.

"Yes, tips." I paused, trying to put my words together. "I consider the stated fee to be the equivalent of the cost of dinner. It is fixed by the menu. But I have always tipped for good service, and even more for special service. And the only time I have tipped as low as 10% was when I was not happy with the service. If I am happy with the service, I tip my server anywhere from 15% to as much as 50%. To be more specific, I want you to enjoy your time here. If you do, I will almost certainly enjoy myself even more. And the more I am teased and excited, the more I will tip. But I am talking about being teased and entertained. I am not talking about you stripping naked, as I already said. Being properly teased is as much a mental thing as it is a visual thing. If I invite you back, and if you decide to come back, over time you will understand what teases and titillates me and my unique tastes. As you implement that knowledge, the tips will increase. Do you fully understand what I want from you? Do you have any questions for me at all?" I believed I had been a clear as possible, but I had no idea what her response to the offer was going to be. I hoped that her presence here implied a positive response, but my description of what I wanted was more detailed this afternoon than it had been a couple days ago on the telephone. I looked into her gorgeous eyes and waited to see if she was interested in the offer. Her response was quick in coming. 

"So, you want me to clean the house to the point that it looks and smells clean. And you want me to be sexually entertaining while I do it. But you are not asking that I strip naked for you. And you are not asking that I have sex with you. And the indescribable balance between uninspiring and titillating is left undefined, but the amount of my tips will rest on my finding and exceeding that balance. Right so far?" I found that I really liked her ability to grasp and then to verbalize. I suspected this one was a keeper.

"Right so far," I nodded. "But I still hear a question in your eyes." I chuckled when she raised her eyebrows, those sexy almost black eyebrows.

"Yes, I have one more question. Why in the world would you ask for a 45 year old woman when we both know you could have a list of hot young women lined up at your doorstep to do this?"

"I told you I want to be teased and tantalized. That requires that we work together to develop a fantasy. And a fantasy works only as long as it seems possible. If I can't see the possibility of this fantasy ever coming true, then the fantasy collapses. There are hundreds of 20-something women who would go for this. Hell, there might be several thousand of them in the area, I don't know. But that fantasy could never come true. I could get sexually aroused by a young and sexy woman, but I could never get properly teased and tantalized by a fantasy involving a woman that young. I wanted this to work with a woman more my age. And before you say anything, I need to tell you that there is no such thing as a perfect body. And even if there were a perfect body somewhere, I am not convinced it would be encasing a 25 year old woman. I wanted an older woman that was more mature - it is just that simple." I sat back, confident that I knew what I wanted and what would be the most exciting image for me to build this fantasy. And since this was my fantasy I was pursuing, I didn't want to start out with something that I knew would fail in the long run.

She paused for a few seconds, and then nodded. 

"So I guess the next thing would be for you to decide if my body is good enough that you might want, and be able, to develop your fantasy with me." Her voice was clearly a monotone, almost unmotivated, and her expression was unreadable. Did I detect a little anxiety in her?

I replied with, "Yes, I think that is the next step." I had absolutely no idea what her body looked like, but I found myself getting aroused at the possibility of seeing it the first time. 

She slowly stood, walked around the coffee table, and turned to face me from about two feet away. I discovered that I was holding my breath.

Slowly, she untied the belt that was wrapped around her full length raincoat. Then, one by one, she unfastened the buttons, allowing her coat to drape open only slightly. I caught a glimpse of white lace, and sat there waiting. I looked up and into her eyes, and was thrilled to see a twinkle there. She was already teasing me, and seemed to be enjoying it. I waited without a sound, amazed at my patience.

After a pause of several seconds, she shrugged her shoulders and her coat dropped to the floor. She stood there for at least ten seconds without a word. Then she turned slightly to the side and bent over at the waist to retrieve her coat, giving me a great profile view. She folded the coat and gently laid it across the over-stuffed chair behind her. Then she turned again to fully face me, making no attempt to hide anything.

What I saw was a fantasy. It was clear that she was 45 years old, based on the slight sag of her breasts and a wrinkle here and there. But before me was a gorgeous woman with a fantastic body. She was at least eight inches shorter than me, standing at no more than 5'6" tall without her heels. She was wearing matching white underwear. Her bra was very lacy, showing only a hint of her nipples and the darker skin of her areolas surrounding them. She was a full C-cup, and maybe a small D-cup in size, and her breasts were barely contained in the cups that seemed to be mostly missing. Her sides narrowed to a slender waist, perhaps two inches more around than some 21 year old "perfect" body, showing by her nearly flat stomach the fact that she worked out regularly and probably frequently. Her waist expanded to full hips, with what looked like a tight yet rounded ass that sagged only slightly. That beautiful ass was only slightly covered by white lacy panties that weren't quite a thong, but covered only a little more than a thong would have covered. And her pussy was almost exposed by the thin material that seemed to cling to her lips and outline them for me to see. Her legs were long and very shapely, and were covered by light gray stockings that were held up on her thighs by a four inch band of elastic and lace of darker gray. I guessed she might have weighed 140 pounds, but only because of her full and rounded breasts and shapely legs. She wore beautiful white sandals with heels about two inches high and straps that wound around her soft calves several times and buckled about four inches above the heels.

I admit that I gasped, and then quickly drew in my breath.

"Kelsey, you are stunning!" I burst out without even thinking. "Damn!" I didn't know what else to say. She sat down next to me, with her hips barely touching me.

"Is this touching too much?" Her smile was infectious, and it seemed like she was enjoying this entirely too much.

"I said I would not touch you, but that you are allowed to touch me." My smile was warm and genuine.

"That's right, you did say that." Her smile was just as genuine, and even warmer than mine had been.

"Okay, now that I have my breath back, I would like to ask you some more questions."

"You may ask me anything you want, but I reserve the right to not answer. This is a job, not a marriage." Her smile was still warm, but her words held a warning. Apparently, there were some things about her life she wasn't ready to share, I guessed. And I really liked her frankness, and the boldness she showed in answering me like that.

"Kelsey, you always have the right to not answer any question, or to not do anything, that makes you uncomfortable. Always. Do you understand that?" I hoped my voice was firm, but I wanted it to be gentle at the same time. She nodded without saying anything, but her smile was still warm.

"I wanted to know a little more about your past, and especially why you responded to my ad for this position. Why would a woman who is gorgeous and clearly very classy respond to my ad for a partially dressed house cleaner?" My curiosity was high - I really wanted to know the answer.

"I liked your ad. You seemed to be honest and straight-forward about what you wanted, and yet you seemed to be a gentleman in how you asked for it. I was curious about you, and about whether or not I could ever do this type of thing." She paused as if she was unsure how to go on. "Besides, I need the money." She paused for several seconds, and then continued.

"I was married for 25 years, and then discovered my husband was having an affair with his secretary. After the divorce, he moved in with her and I decided to evaluate my life. I grew up quite conservative, and I concluded that my conservative nature and dress was not exciting and fulfilling to my husband. Your ad made me wonder if I should consider changing, becoming more adventurous. So I decided to explore showing off my body more than I had in the past. This gives me an opportunity to try it with little risk and no harm."

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" I thought my question was clear, but she showed confusion. "Have you ever taken some or all of your clothes off for fun or profit, for anything other than love?" 

"No, never. And I confess I am a little nervous about it."

"Well, I hope this will be both fun and profitable for you. If not, then just say no, and I will pay you what I promised and wish you the best." I looked at her, hoping that I appeared honest and honorable.

"But first, let me tell you a little about me. I was married for one week short of 22 years. My wife left me for her girlfriend." I saw Kelsey look at me closely. "So I know about surprises, believe me. And I am not into one night stands, and never will be. Yet I still have needs, and even interests, that I am still discovering. I made an unreasonable and illogical investment a few years ago, and it made me millions. But I was still alone. Yet I like me. I actually like me enough to be alone with me if it is necessary. So I could handle life alone, but I longed for a relationship with a beautiful woman who was both mentally and sexually stimulating. And I wanted this relationship without any of the problems consistent with a one night stand. Since I didn't want to hang around topless bars, and I didn't want to have a string of prostitutes hanging around, I decided to try this. It is a total experiment with me. I don't know what will come of this. But I do know that I am going to enjoy experimenting. And if you want to try this experiment with me, then maybe we can both have a little fun. How about it?" I shut up and waited for her to respond.

Kelsey stared at the floor for another few seconds and then smiled. And that smile changed her entire presence. She had been hesitant before. Now she sat next to me positively glowing. And as her excitement increased, so did mine.

.

"Who knows?" she almost mumbled. "Maybe I will get hooked on this exhibitionism thing." I smiled in excitement.

"So, how about I show you around my house." I stood up and looked down at her. I reached out my hand and she took it. I helped her to her feet, and began the tour at the place we stood. As we walked through my large house, I couldn't help but notice her awesome ass, especially as it seemed to sway more and more as we walked. Part way through the tour, I suggested a glass of wine. I led her to the kitchen where I kept a supply of different labels. She selected one, and I uncorked the bottle. As she reached to take down the wine glasses, I found myself staring at her body. The tight panties pulled into her butt crack, outlining her beautiful ass and the camel-toe in front. I found myself getting hard, and she noticed.

"Is that for me?" she asked, almost shyly.

"No, that is for me later. But let's get that issue out in the open. Kelsey, you are totally hot, and beautiful at the same time. If you are around me dressed like that, then you will see me get hard frequently. After all, that is what teasing is all about. So you will have to get used to it. Make all the comments you want about it, you won't embarrass me. But get used to it because you will see me get hard a lot. Are you okay with that?" She looked at me with a grin.

"Isn't it part of my job to make that happen?" I nodded in response. "And don't I get more tips if I make it happen a lot?" I nodded again, and added a grin. "Then I look forward to seeing it happen a lot! Besides, it looks great to me. I actually want to see it a lot, and would even if I weren't getting tipped for making it happen. So maybe you need to get used to me enjoying it!" Her expression was one of triumph, and she took another sip of her wine.

Suddenly, I realized that things just might take a turn I had not expected if I wasn't very careful. This whole experiment was based on entertainment without the possibility of my emotions getting involved, and I realized my emotions were trying to get involved. And as that thought began to percolate in my brain, I decided that unexpected events were not always bad. I found myself looking forward to this experiment far more than I had originally expected.

I finished showing her around the house, including where I kept the cleaning supplies. I poured a second glass of wine but she declined hers.

"So, have you decided to take the job?" I hadn't really asked the question, and she hadn't really said yes.

"From the looks of your pants, I think I have already started." Her saucy grin was a joy to behold, in addition to being sexy as hell. I smiled in response, glad to hear her say yes, and also glad that she seemed to be enjoying getting a rise out of me. Her rather saucy attitude was going to make this thing much more fun.

"Okay, sweet lady, you are now on the clock. Your job is over in two hours." My grin was as big as hers.

"Two hours! From what you have shown me, it will only take one hour." She seemed a little confused.




HouseKeeping



"Then, you will just have to take your time. Maybe you could walk past me a lot more than would be necessary to take up more time." I knew from the start that the tasks I wanted her to accomplish would not take two hours. I wanted her to have the freedom to take her time, and to tease me all she wanted during that time. Hell, I was paying for teasing and titillating, wasn't I?

She went to work, and I followed her around. We talked about all sorts of things. Her intelligence became more obvious, as did her sense of humor. I really enjoyed talking with her. I found myself liking the woman before me far more than I had anticipated. And even more, I loved watching her work. 

When she was sweeping the floor, she would bend over and her boobs would almost fall out of her low-cut bra cups. She would look at me, making sure I was watching, and then sweep some more, adding an exaggerated sway to her hips here and there. And when she would stretch to vacuum the living room carpet, her scanty panties pulled tight against every crease. Her camel-toe was always on display, and I suspected she frequently pulled her panties up and tight to make sure of that. And she was always wiggling her hips in front of me, and swaying just enough to keep my attention.

Once, when walking past me, her breasts brushed against my arm, causing my cock to attain a stiffness I had not seen or felt in years. Her smile as she looked down at my hardness was incredibly enticing.

In short, she was hot as fire and made sure she kept me smoldering the entire time.

Once, when vacuuming the carpet in one of the bedrooms, she faced away from me and bent at the waist to pick something from the floor. She stayed bent almost double for several seconds, allowing me to see her pussy lips as the lacy panties hugged her lips so tightly. And by now, those pussy lips were thick and swollen, suggesting that she was getting turned on by all her exhibitionism as much as I was.

I watched as her boobs struggled to escape her low-cut bra. As she was putting some dishes into the cupboard, she dropped a coffee cup. She twisted and jerked and caught the cup before it struck the granite countertop. She proudly held it up to show me that the cup had not shattered, but all I could see was her right breast. It had fully escaped her bra and stood proudly for me to see. The dark brown areola puckered tightly, and her nipple protruded beautifully. When she saw that I was staring, she looked down and noticed with apparent unconcern the beautiful tit flesh on display. She made no attempt at putting the boob back into the bra where it belonged, and spent quite some minutes putting away the rest of the dishes with the breast fully exposed. She watched me with a smile as I stared at her breast the entire time. After a while, she looked at me.

"This thing is uncomfortable. Do you mind of I take care of it?" she asked politely. I told her to do what she needed to do, disappointed at the possibility of her pushing her tit back into the bra cup. But instead she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting it slide off her arms. Now she had both breasts on display, and I watched with renewed interest and with my mouth hanging open. Her boobs bounced and jiggled with almost every move of her body. God, she had an exciting body!

One time she saw me staring at her crotch, and she looked down. We both could see her pussy lips clearly hugged and perfectly outlined by her tight panties. And we both could see a little wet spot forming between those lips.

"Well, I guess you aren't the only one getting turned on by what is going on around here for the past hour." Her expression clearly showed that she was a little embarrassed by showing her wetness. I, on the other hand, couldn't have been any harder, or I would have responded to her wetness by swelling even more. This caused her to comment on my hardness one more time.

"Listen, Todd, that looks painful. If you need to do something about that, please don't let me stop you. In fact, I wouldn't mind watching, if that is in the job description." She grinned as she bumped her hip against me. "You do realize that I am not the only one around here with a wet spot, right?" In the last few minutes, we both had noticed her wet spot getting larger and larger. But I had not noticed the same problem with me.

I looked down and saw my cock was hard, but twisted a little out of shape. And then I noticed the dark spot of wetness where my pre-come had leaked through my pants. I had worn some nice khakis rather than my jeans, because they gave me a little more room, and a lot more give. But I had not thought that they would show a wet spot more than my jeans would.

"Look," Kelsey said, "You really need to let that thing move around a little or it just might break off." As she was saying this, she unsnapped my pants and was pushing them down. "Oh, look, you forgot to wear any undies today." She stared at my very hard erection standing boldly in front of her.

"The agreement was that we would not touch!" I exclaimed as I almost jumped out of her reach.

"No, honey, the agreement was that you would not touch me. But the agreement did allow for me to touch you." She finished pushing my slacks all the way down. "There! Leave those things bound around your ankles if you want, but I recommend that you kick them off. And doesn't that feel better?" Her eyes were glued to my cock as it stretched to its full length. I wasn't hung like a porn star, but I noticed proudly I was at a full eight inches today. My erection reached for the ceiling, and it bounced a little when I could see her fascination with it. I paused for a moment, and then kicked off my pants.

"Okay," Kelsey said. "I have pretty much finished everything. Just one more thing left to do." I didn't ask what was left, but followed her sweet and very mobile ass into the living room. "You sit over there and you can watch me as I dust the furniture." She flashed a smile at me that was almost blinding. I sat down in the middle of the large couch with my hard dick pointing at the ceiling and watched her run the feather duster across the furniture. I was unconcerned about my naked boner, and she seemed to look at it more than I was expecting. Her attention to by hardness was inspiring it to new heights of excitement. It only took about four minutes for her to finish the dusting.

"I think that is about it, Todd. No, wait, there is some dust on the wall above you." Then without any warning, she was standing on the couch. She had a foot on either side of me as she stretched to reach some place high on the wall above my head. And as she stretched to reach that spot, her sweet pussy pressed into my face. I froze, and then tentatively reached out my tongue. She tasted so sweet. I almost came as I first sniffed her, and flicked her lips with my tongue.

Then I realized what was happening. I tried to move my head back and away from her, but my head was against the wall, and there was simply no place to get away from her. As I sat there trapped against her wet panties, it became obvious that she was grinding her pussy against my mouth intentionally, and I realized that she wanted this as much as I did. So I gave myself to the wonderful job of removing all the juices from her very wet panties. After at least three whole minutes of licking her pussy through her panties, I could hear that she was moaning and groaning and making all sorts of pleasurable sounds. I reached my hands up to hold her cheeks, those soft and firm cheeks that I had been watching so hard for almost two hours. I massaged them and squeezed them and spread them and pushed them together. All the while I never let up licking her wet pussy lips. And all the while, she never stopped all those wonderful sounds of pleasure she was making.

Then I paused for maybe three seconds, and all sound in the room diminished. Without warning, I firmly pressed my tongue against her clit and shook my head as if saying no. Kelsey screamed, and collapsed in my lap, shaking and shuddering and moaning in her almost violent orgasm.

After a while, having recovered from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she looked down and saw my cock sticking up between her legs. So she pulled the leg of her panties to the side and my hard cock was pressing against her very wet and very bare pussy lips.

"This is not part of the job description, sweet lady." My voice was so husky that I almost didn't recognize it.

"Then I am moving outside of the job description, sweet man. Are you going to fire me for it?" she asked as she raised and then lowered herself against my cock. I easily slid against her lips with no effort at all because she was so wet. The stimulation was so awesome, apparently to both of us, that I began to make my own noises. She tilted her head back in sexual excitement while she moaned louder and louder. Her pussy simply dripped with juices as she soaked my hard cock, and she moaned louder and louder. 

"Fire you? Not at all. In fact, I was thinking of a raise and a huge tip." And I kissed her as we both started to move. Up and down she moved, kissing me the entire time. She mumbled something about liking how she tasted on my lips, but I was so busy enjoying the massage her pussy lips were giving my dick that I couldn't answer her. So I pulled on her hard nipples, causing her to cry out. I licked and sucked her nipples, and then licked her entire boobs, enjoying her awesome, tight body for several minutes. 

"I thought I promised you we weren't having sex." My words were almost hyphenated by her movement up and down, and I struggled to breathe. I looked down and saw my cock glistening with her juices, as her pussy lips continued to massage my cock.

"I thought we had a president that defined sex for us, and this wasn't in his definition." Her words were interrupted each time she dropped hard into my lap and my hard cock pushed against her clit. She didn't pull up high enough for me to enter her pussy, but that didn't stop her lips from almost wrapping around my cock and massaging it wetly.

I cried out as her groans became a scream. She bounced up and down harder, causing her lips to massage my dick even more. Her gorgeous boobs bounced wildly, making it almost impossible for my lips to attach to her nipples the way I wanted so badly. With clear abandon, her body enjoyed my body. Our excitement built until the inevitable.

Then her pussy flooded my crotch with hot juices, making wet, sucking sounds as her movements subsided slightly. Finally my cock followed her example, splashing my cum all over her stomach. After several seconds, she almost collapsed in my arms.

"Yes," I said, "Definitely a raise!"



"Housekeeping!"



Smokey Saga #59: "Housekeeping!" 

***** 

Here's an intriguing little yarn I originally spun in 2007. For whichever reason or another, I've been going through earlier things of mine lately—I guess because I like these stories (though having written them myself, I'm a bit biased), and being able to make the characters lesbians and have them girl-play together is quite a privilege. This one's been updated and changed a little more—for example, these characters originally had different names—the names have been changed to protect the horny—and I'm going to set it in the (relative) present. Hope you like it, of course, and as always, feedback is highly welcomed, valued and appreciated. 

Side note: I didn't mention this in my last submission, but as of December '15, my amount of story views total has reached its first million. Thanks so much, Dear and Beloved Readers, to everyone who helped make it happen!! 

***** 

Such A Lovely Place, Such A Lovely Face 

Friday, December 4th, 2015, 11:18 a.m. 

Ding! "Front!" 

Yet one more festive weekend was underway at the swanky Meridian Inn and Suites at the corner of 37th and Bradwood Street. It was one of the most renowned hotels the city of Juniper had to offer; a top-of-the-line five-star with plenty of amenities to occupy. Holiday vacationers checked in to have their bags toted up to their respective rooms. Guests relaxed, took a dip in the heated indoor pool, tried their luck in the casino, worked out in the gym or treated themselves to a hearty continental breakfast. Romantic couples settled down in eager hopes of peaceful, worry-free lovemaking, signaling on the outside of the door for "Privacy, Please." And five sixths of the staff were all smiles, through the smooth patches and the rough. Even in the stressful moments, it was difficult not to enjoy the privilege of calling such a fantabulous resort home. Not impossible, but difficult. 

The remaining sixth of Meridian employees who were not so very crazy about their jobs were those on maintenance duty. Both the domestic and imported maids were less than enchanted with their positions. Though they too understood the significance of their posh, schmancy establishment, this failed to make their jobs a great deal more enjoyable. Still, individual feelings on their work formed a fairly broad spectrum. Some of them absolutely hated the occupation, some were merely disconcerted. One particular Meridian Inn maid, however, despite her profession, was the happiest young lass in Minnesota. 

Lilly Amshire hummed cheerily as she finished another vacant room and moved on to the next. She was today assigned the ninth floor of the twelve-story inn. Her workload fluctuated, depending on how many guests were in or out, and she often had to go back and straighten up empty rooms which were earlier occupied. But she never complained. She never squawked over the repetitive monotony, get to her though it could. She was happy just to have a steady full-time job, and extra happy for the stable residence—working at home, as it were. For a small chunk out of her paycheck, she and the other hotel staff lived essentially rent-free. And like any other laborers, when her shifts ended, she could do whatever her sweet big heart desired. 

But the greatest cause of her joy—as well as the greatest desire Lilly's big old heart fostered—was her girlfriend, Julie. Lilly'd met Julie Hancock in May, and the two began semi-seriously dating by the start of June. One month later, they were veritably going steady. If Julie'd had a school pin or jacket, Lilly would have been wearing it by July. The Hancocks had named her Julie because she was born right in the midst of moon seven, America's month of Independence. Bright, intelligent, funny, attractive, sassy, Jules was just about everything on Lilly's mating checklist, rolled up into one delightful, delicious package...well, almost. Julie's demeanor and persona could be a bit sweeter for Lil's personal taste, but no matter; her perks more than made up for the occasional tartness. 

By now in Lilly's life, six months ago had seemed like such a long time. She didn't know if she'd been just so moody or sour as her fellow maids back then, but once Jules came along, it was a tall order being sour or moody about anything. Julie really was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. And if the most Lilly had to tolerate in her relationship was an occasional nip of bitter moxie after a tough day, well, it was a small price. Lil really would do anything for her. 

The other maids could not wait for their shifts to end just to escape the mundane boredom surrounding them day to day. Lilly could not wait for hers to end just to collect Julie Hancock in her arms and be taken out for another night of bliss. While on the clock, she turned in a full and thorough job, and kept her mind off the brain-numbing routine by thinking about Julie: favorite dates they'd been on thus far, ideas for future outings, love songs she compiled as a soundtrack of their time together. Her adoration and devotion for Julie was immeasurable, and around the second week in October, at last reached a pinnacle. 

Julie worked as a pourer at the Port Canyon Winery and Vineyards, and knew everything there was to know for an oenophile. When they got together, she turned Lilly on to it. A virgin to the wine world, Lil didn't have a very sharp palate, and couldn't really distinguish between the varietals. They all seemed to taste the same to her. But Julie told her that was okay, and Lil just wanted to be able to share in her sweetheart's interests and passions. Moreover, she wanted to be her sweetheart's foremost interest and passion. 

On October 10th, she got her wish. It was a brisk, breezy Saturday night, and Jules took her back to her place for some wine-tinted kisses. She poured them each a glass of fun, flirty Merlot, which just went on flowing. Just because Lilly knew little about wine didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it. And just because each tasted identical to her didn't mean they didn't taste good. Lilly didn't know about this at first, because at a younger age, alcohol had an adverse effect on her that resulted in kneeling before her porcelain throne. But she hadn't been sipping wine at that time, and she hadn't been in love, either. If there was any tummy trouble here tonight as a result of Julie's sloshing her, it went unnoticed. This goofy juice went the opposite direction: straight to Lil's head. It made her dizzy and giggly. Julie threw on some soft sexophone tunes to help things along, and before either of them knew it, all systems were go. 

As intoxicating as was the selection Jules poured, it proved nothing to Julie's plush lips, smooth pearly teeth and satiny tongue. Lilly couldn't locate her defenses with a map and a pickax to begin with, and on top of which, Julie's devastating seduction turned her entire world upside-down. The tipsy Lilly went straight to blind drunk with the supplement of romance, and commenced to professing her undying love. Holding on to Julie's hand, she somehow made it around to the bed where her hostess took her. 

After this night, the girls' relationship would never be the same again. 

***** 

Gratuitous Sex Flashback: Wine Her, Dine Her... 

Saturday, October 10th, 2015, 9:44 p.m. 

"Wha're we doi'mph..." garbled Lilly, trying to stop her inebriated mind from vertigoing insane. 

"We're fucking like bunnies, silly boobs." Julie was of course far more skilled at handling her liquor, and found Drunk Lilly utterly adorable. So adorable, in fact, she couldn't resist teasing her, in every which way. Once Lil inevitably staggered and stumbled onto the bed, lost any semblance of balance she'd had left and tumbled in the mattress, Julie hopped in and straddled her. 

Lil's mind went silly. She reached up and clumsily tickled Julie's underarms. "Goochie-goochie-goo..." she slurred. 

"AAAAAAAAHHH!!" Julie screamed, nearly falling on top of her. 

"Baby...please don't ever tickle me again...or I'm going to have to kill you." 

"Aw, I'm sawwy..." Lil cooed. "You hate t'bein' tickle..." 

"I do. It's the worst thing in the world. I mean it, baby. Never, again. 

"Now...let's move on." 

Lil's body heated up, redirecting her bloodflow as her seductress climbed back on top of her. Dozens of tiny stars rode a merry-go-round about her dizzy head, hundreds more over the rest of her tingly body. Julie grinned as she watched how visibly crazy she drove Lilly. Natch, she found this quite flattering. With that, she confidently began to undress her with her teeth. She chose this method so her hands were free to do whatever they pleased: prodding, fondling, pinching, palming, tweaking, fingering...penetrating... 

A dreamy, intoxicated, enormous smile lit up Lilly's pretty face. Even though her mental faculties were all but gone by this point, she thought she could discern that her beloved was directing this whole production. And Lil was all too fine with that. Her princess was spoiling her. She had treated her to a sumptuous vintage from her wine collection, and now to a splendid romp in her soft, cushy king-size. She felt her hormones searingly tugged back and forth as Jules worked her over manually and dentally. After disrobing Lilly to her teeth's ability, Julie finished undressing her the easy way, as she nibbled, gnawed, tongued and kissed her raw, naked flesh. Lilly's eyes rolled, slowly up, up and away, straight back in her head. It couldn't get much better than this. 

Once Lil was stark naked, Julie rose on her knees and whipped her top off over her head in a stretching pose, exposing her taut torso, before she lowered herself back down for the kill. The vision alone set Lil's juices to flowing. Damn, she was hot. Jules took herself back down as if doing a push-up, dangling her fine unsplit ends over Lilly's cheeks before their faces touched. Lil closed her eyes and puckered, to feel the tip of Julie's nose brush her lips. But she didn't care what it was, as long as it was on her sweetheart's body, and allowed to be kissed. A few moments later, she at last felt Julie's dreamy lips press to her own. 

Lilly's blood warmed and sped through her veins. Julie held Lil's arms down with her hands, suffusing her with the wildest desire she cared to remember, and vice-semi-versa. Jules exercised more willpower to focus on her task and responsibility as top to Lil's bottom. She could allow herself to be swept away a fair bit, but was looking after Lilly's satisfaction in the act as well as her own. She settled in, lapped herself delicately but passionately over Lil, and waggled her rump as she ground her knees into the mattress, in and around Lilly's legs. She broke the kiss to take a breath and whisper a spicy sweet nothing. 

"You'd better have a hard time walking when I'm done with you, sweet cheeks." 

With that, she forced another, more aggressive kiss, pushing her tongue into Lil's mouth to massage her teeth and gums. Lilly gave a squeal, feeling Jules release her arms to palm her cheeks. Limbs free to do as they would, Lil flung them around her, both arms and her free leg. She swirled and swished her tongue with Julie's, savoring leftover traces of Merlot. It tasted even better the second time. 

As Julie's body pushed and smushed down on top of Lilly's, she slowly but surely began coercing out liquid arousal, and gradually secreting her own as well. Both sets of heaving tits plumped and swelled with their stiffening nips. The girls squeezed each other and held on extra tight, mashing and grinding their breasts together. Julie was still working up her excitement, but to Lil, the sensations were simply amazing...perhaps too amazing, if she could imagine such a concept. Both her legs quivered, clamped around Julie's. The kissing progressed. They felt one another's hot pussies dampen their thighs. And knowing they were making each other so ecstatic in turn made the lasses and their wet cunts even happier. 

Moans ensued, permeating the room. Beads of sweat materialized and laced Julie's and Lilly's brows, both dripping down the sides of Lil's face, abiding by the law of gravity. Pleasure coursed and intensified. Their bodies felt so good against each other, neither could resist gripping for dear life, holding on as hard as she could, caressing, stroking, loving... 

Lilly couldn't take it any longer. She fumbled for one of Julie's hands, found it, kissed it, and pulled it beneath her panties. Jules caught the hint and began rubbing her through the hot autolube. Lilly gasped and rejoiced. 

"Yesssss!..." she smiled in a daze, closing her eyes in euphoric delight. "Oh, sweetie, yes...hand-fuck me...I love it." 

"I'll show you hand-fucking, baby," Julie taunted, harnessing her manual dexterity to put to use. She groped Lilly's right tit with her left hand and squeezed, simultaneously sucking her sweaty face through another kiss, and pushing her right fingers through the pussy juice, to start jilling Lilly off at a moderate pace. Lil's eyelids fluttered helplessly. She sent a hungry growl through the kiss, to Julie's ears, encouraging her further. Jules needed zero encouragement, but appreciated it nonetheless. 

This lovemaking session, circumstances had decided, would be all about Lil. Next time around, they'd more than likely focus on Julie and a big bad 'O' for her. For now, after easing her in, Julie kicked things up another notch. She kept her predatory paws to their tasks, added a thrusting hump to the pelvis, and sank her teeth into Lilly's neck, gnawing what would grow up to be the hickey of a lifetime. Lil begin to lose it. She made one hand into a fist, kept the other open, and threw a hot passion tantrum, alternatingly whapping the mattress with both. Her moans turned to shouts, her growls to howls. Ever sharper, more powerful spikes of lust struck her like falling stalactites. Her swollen, engorged pussy burned and yearned for more, always more, clenching down on Julie's fingers with each thrust, unable to get enough. Her stiff clit emulated her nipples, proudly bulging forth. 

Lilly was on fire. She gasped desperately for breath, through both her flaring nostrils and tight-pursed lips. She blazed up, grimacing for release, arching her back as wave after wave of torrid sizzle drowned her like a pool of electricity. She couldn't stand it another second. She screeched repeatedly, begging Julie for an orgasm. 

"Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! UHHHHHHPLEASELEMMEECUUUUUM!!" 

Julie smirked with wicked satisfaction at the knowledge of owning her girlfriend. 

"Work for it, baby. Earn it. Tell me you're my bitch." 

"AAAAAAAHHHIIIII'MYOURBITCH!" 

"Tell me your pussy belongs to me." 

"M-MY-MYPUSSY'SYOOOOOOURS! PLEASECANICUUUUUUUUM!!" 

Julie grinned. 

"And don't you forget it...bitch." 

With that, Jules kicked it up to turbo mode, forcing the vicious handjob of a lifetime on the fragile li'l Lil. Lilly reacted predictably. 

"AaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!" Lilly shrieked, her voice rocketing into falsetto like a five-year-old girl. Julie found this intriguing, as if taking sexual advantage of someone smaller and more vulnerable than she. She leered and kept going. The waves crashing over Lilly tossed and tumbled her, bounced and buffeted her off all the bumpers in the cosmic climax machine. She whapped and hammered the mattress like a madwoman. Her screams engulfed the entire room until she began to get hoarse. But Jules didn't let up, even as her wrist grew sore. She pumped Lil relentlessly until her cum sprayed out, caking her hand in hot sticky love. Finally, the smoke cleared, and Lilly settled back down. She gave up any energy she had left, dropped practically dead, and fell asleep. 

Finally, Julie plucked her fingers from between Lil's still swollen pussy lips. She smeared the cum over Lilly's right breast and licked it off, lovingly tonguing her nipple. Once she could see Lil was down and out, she climbed off and slipped out of the room. 

"Sweet dreams... 

"...Bitch." 

***** 

Of All The Hotels In All The World... 

Friday, December 4th, 2015, 12:17 p.m. 

Lilly finished room 934 and exited, vacuum cleaner and cart in hand. She went quiet as usual egressing back to the hallway. Much as she felt like singing and skipping her way along like a schoolgirl, she normally had another maid helping her on the current hotel floor. Today was no exception, and no matter whom she shared the floor du jour with, it was usually a pretty prudent idea not to rub the other maids' noses in her happiness. So she kept her cheer behind closed doors, inside the rooms where she cleaned. The Meridian Inn and Suites' hotel room walls were built extra thick for optimum comfort and seclusion, so she could sing and dance around like Mrs. Doubtfire while cleaning up, and not disturb anyone. 

Room 935's occupant was occupying, as evidenced by the "Privacy, Please" on the doorknob. So Lilly moved on to 936. 

Though she'd admit it to no one but herself, Lilly's favorite part of her job was trying to piece together this or that about an occupant by whatever belongings she found around the room. She wouldn't snoop or try to invade anyone's privacy, but she couldn't perform a thorough tidying up without checking a few things out. Sometimes she found valuables tucked away in a specific little nook or cranny, which she could understand. Of course, it went without saying that she couldn't take anything that wasn't hers, and she was too honest to steal in the first place. She was ashamedly tempted now and then, but was also only human. Being merely tempted didn't mean she did anything about it. She valued her job and home far too much. She just enjoyed an innocent pretense of visiting the guests and hanging out with them, partaking in whatever activities said guests enjoyed. 

Vacuuming included, each room took about an hour to clean, maybe a bit more. Time fluctuated for each maid; a rough hour was Lilly Amshire's E.T.C. Sixty-three minutes later, she lugged her accoutrement out of 936 and slipped the door shut. 

"Oh." 

Lilly turned to see the ostensible occupant of room 936: a middle-aged gentleman in a suit and jacket. 

"Sorry, 'm I interrupting?" he asked. 

"Oh, no, no, sir!" Lil waved off. "Not at all; please! I actually just finished with your room." She gestured him in. 

"Oh," he repeated, this time with a pleased nod. He retrieved a wallet from his jacket, opened it and handed her a tip. "Thanks!" 

Lilly gasped. "Wow, ten dollars?? Oh, gosh, thank you, sir! Enjoy the rest of your stay!" 

What a generous tip. These were moments Lilly lived for as a maid: true appreciation, and a nice reminder of confirmation. She waited for him to reenter the room, stuffed the $10 note down her front waist pocket, and moved on to the next. 

"Dee-dah-dah-dah, dah-dee-dah-dah-dah, dah-deeeeeee..." she sang, entering 937. "...Dah-dee-dah-dah-dah, dah-dee-dah-d—" 

Having gotten her cleaning materials inside, she stopped, noticing something unusual. 

A distinctively sequined black Coach handbag stared at her from one of the nightstands. Lilly recognized it. 

...Julie? 

This was Julie's purse. Lil didn't need to look inside it. She knew this purse; it was unmistakable. 




"Housekeeping!"



What was Julie doing here? 

It was the strangest thing. Of all locations, her domicile was the one in the world where Lilly did not expect to find Julie Hancock. Lil thought she'd have known if her beloved was staying at her own hotel. And...well, she supposed it was possible another woman could have this exact same, custom crafted handbag...extremely improbable, but possible. But going back to the hypothesis that Julie was in fact staying here...why in the world wouldn't she tell her own sweetheart? Was she planning some sort of surprise for her? 

Lilly was a little unsure what to do. Should she just take a quick peek inside the purse to confirm it was Julie's? 

No. There were better ways of checking on such things. She'd start cleaning, and maybe she'd come across something else to clue her in. And if not, she'd get one of the receptionists to let her know. Either way, she'd figure it out eventually. She set to work. 

Lil was vacuuming as the clock struck 2:00. With the vacuum going, she didn't hear the key slip in the lock, or the door click. But she did see it open out of the corner of her eye. Reflexively, she looked up. 

Julie entered the room. Lilly's face lit up in half-revelation. She was pretty certain she'd be back along at some point, but didn't expect her so shortly, while she was still tending to the room. And she also didn't expect the door to remain ajar after Jules came in... 

...Or the other lass who came in behind her. 

Lilly's facial expression faded from beaming to bemused. She shut off the vacuum cleaner. 

"Sweetie?..." 

Julie looked up and halted in her tracks to see her. An awkward look crossed her own face. 

"...Oh. Uh...Lil." 

"Lil"? What happened to "baby"? 

Lilly looked back and forth between the two of them, Julie...and the doll-faced ginger who stood beside her. 

"...What're you doing here...honey?" 

"Oh...well, you know, I've got that meeting at Windham Hill in Solvang early in the morning, and this is right near the airport." 

This wasn't quite what Lilly meant. She could see she'd have to ask the question she really wanted an answer to. 

"...Who's your friend?" 

Holding gaze on Lil, the mystery ginger tilted her head down while arching her eyebrows. It was Julie's turn to look awkward. 

"...Ummm..." 

The unknown companion turned to Jules. 

"...Is that her?" 

Lil unhanded the vacuum and took a step towards them, raising her voice. 

"If you mean is that Julie's girlfriend, then yes, I am," she asserted. 

Julie now had four uncertain eyes on her. 

"I...thought you said you told her," said the ginger. 

Lilly felt a chill grip her spine. She suddenly had a feeling she was standing in quicksand. 

"T—...told me what, Julie?" 

An innocent-looking smile crept up under Julie's nose. 

"...Eh, Lil...this is Colleen Flowers. She's...well...well, I guess the only way to say this is to just come right out with it. Uh... 

"...You've been replaced, baby." 

Lilly's soul cracked as a gigantic dark cloud settled over her happy world. 

"...What?" 

"Yyyyyyyyyyeah..." Jules went on. "Well, I mean, y'know, we never officially agreed that we were gonna be exclusive, so..." 

Lil almost instantaneously felt tears rush her eyes. 

"You—...you're...you're dumping me?? Just...just like that? It's over?" 

"Well, yeah..." Julie nodded, looking disturbingly apathetic over the whole deal. "I mean, I was honest with you, y'know, Lil. I never told you I was in this for the long haul. 

"Well, and besides, baby...tell you the truth, uh...you never really turned me on that much anyway." 

Lilly tried to hold back the wracking sob that suddenly wanted out. 

"The way you made love to me suggested otherwise!" she shouted. 

"This is awkward," Colleen stated. "Maybe I should go." 

"Oh, no!" Lil contradicted her. "Stay! By all means, stay! Stay here, so I can kick your fucking ASS!!" 

"WHOA, okay," halted Julie, stepping between them as Lil's angry eyes moistened. "C'mon now, Lil, you knew deep down this day would come. I told you early on, I don't settle down. I'm not a committer. I never promised to be with you forever." 

As Lil thought back, she could vaguely remember Julie giving her a speech to this effect, but...well, she guessed at the time she'd found it hard to believe. She'd thought that even if Jules said this about herself, Lilly had the power and charm to "change" her. To make her see that Lil was the one. The one special person who'd win her heart and make an honest woman out of her. Evidently, she was wrong. But even so, how could Julie make love to her with such passion, and then turn right around and pull a stunt like this?? Lilly felt her blood boil over it all. She had to refrain from a physical attack just to save her job. She made and shook two irate fists. 

"But you said you loved me!" 

"Yeah, well, now she loves me, cleaning lady," Colleen informed her, stepping out from behind Julie. "And I'll tell you something else, too: I don't need her to defend me. You get nasty with me, I'm not too much of a lady to teach you a lesson." 

"Oh, really?!" demanded Lil. "We'll just see about that!" 

"Yeah?? What're you gonna do about it?" asked Colleen, standing up to her. "So far, all I see's a lotta talk and no action." 

"I'll show you action, you little cu—" 

"All right!" Julie commanded, pulling Colleen away. "I said that's enough! Lil, take your shit, and get out of our room." 

Lilly didn't move. 

"...'Take my shit'...and 'get out of your room'?" 

Julie had given Lil this order in the heat of the moment, and now did regret it a bit a few seconds later. It was rather rough and insensitive, especially considering she'd just broken Lilly's heart. Indeed, she however had no idea just how devastatingly—until Lilly covered her face with her hands, shut her eyes tight, dropped to her knees on the floor, and cried. Julie and Colleen watched her a few moments. Her first weeping breaths were quiet and still, building to the wracking sobs charging forth to escape. Before the three of them knew it, Lilly was bawling uncontrollably all over the floor of room 937. 

Lil had no idea how long it was after she broke down—it could've been a few minutes, it could've been immediately—but she heard Julie say, "Y'know what? No. No, Lil. I changed my mind. You stay here, and finish cleaning our room. And, uh..." 

Lilly opened her soaked eyes to see one of them reach down and pick up something that had fallen from her front waist pocket. 

"...We'll see if we can find a suitable use for this." 

Julie took Colleen and they started heading back out of the room. Lil looked up to see they had just stolen her $10 tip. 

"Hey!" she cried. "That's my money!" 

"Room better be clean when we get back!" Slam. 

***** 

Heartbreak Hotel 

Saturday, December 5th, 2015, 1:28 a.m. 

An irreparably heartbroken Lilly Amshire tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. After having her heart and world shattered by the girl she loved more than life itself, she'd been presented with the afternoon from hell. What with the busy Meridian's hundreds and hundreds of rooms needing attention and t.l.c., poor Lil couldn't just take the rest of the day off, without an airtight excuse. Projectile vomiting in her basin would cut it; emotional anguish, alas, would not. Not even the heartbreak of a lifetime. 

Somehow, she'd made herself carry on and finish cleaning 937 to move on to the next room, despite her intense misery. The springtime of her life was in full bloom. How had such a frigid, doomy-gloomy winter crashed around her so abruptly? She'd had to continue cleaning and finish out her shift through tear-ravaged eyes. Unfortunately, her suffering did not end as her hours did. 

She couldn't begin to discern the worst of it all—having the love of her life taken right from under her nose, the utter humiliation of breaking down into tears in her own home and workplace, the oh so cavalier attitude the two of them had displayed in broaching the news to her—"you've been replaced"—the addition of insult to injury by taking her money, or the fact that she couldn't do a single thing about it, because she needed her job and because in the service industry, the "customer was always right." What a crock of shit. 

After work, Lilly normally liked to do any number of leisure activities, from going out with the other maids—or, more recently, Julie—to lounging in her room watching TV, playing computer games or taking a nap. Today she felt the will only to sob her eyes out. And to make matters yet worse—if possible—the crying gave her a headache, compelling her to call down to the front desk and ask someone to please go pick her up some aspirin, thereby depleting her funds even further. 

An hour or three later, the tears finally tapered off, but the unbearable pain eating at her gut remained. How could she??! Lilly wanted to know. She'd given this girl six of the finest months she would ever have, and while six months may not be an eternity to some, she'd built such a solid investment in this relationship, she couldn't help but feel destroyed. Her life might as well be over. 

Okay, just try to get a grip here, she told herself later Friday evening. You're a big girl. You can handle this. Awful things have happened before and we've always gotten through them. Time heals everything sooner or later. 

Of course, this was a big one. She couldn't see this monumental an ordeal being healed any time sooner. She felt horrible, but as the evening wore on, her emotion transformed a whit. Seeing the two of them together, all Lilly wanted was to crucify this she-demon who had taken her beloved away; to just fasten her hands around Colleen the ginger's pretty little neck and make her choke for mercy. She grew happier just thinking about it. Oh, and that name. "Colleen Flowers." "Flowers," for fuck's sake. How ridonkulous. Why didn't they just name the little twat Daisy, get her beat up every day on the playground and scar her for life? 

The anger calmed down into melancholy forlorn sadness after they left. But hours later, it flared back up to searing ire again as she reminded herself that Colleen was only half the problem. This was each bit as much Julie's fault as Colleen's. In fact, while the fault may have been equal, it could've too been weighted on either side. If Colleen knew, hypothetically, that Julie had a girlfriend, and then still pursued her...but then, there was that other statement of Julie's about how she wasn't a settler and didn't commit. She may have mentioned this to Colleen as well. If this was true, Lil thought, cheering herself up a tiny bit, Colleen would eventually get hers. 

Oh well, none of this was really important right now. They both contributed, and Lilly was content assigning fifty-fifty blame. But it didn't make coping any easier. Her anger escalated as she recalled the hurtful things Julie'd so lackadaisically told her. Especially, "And besides, baby, tell you the truth, you never really turned me on that much anyway." Ooooh, did that one cut deep. Once again, Lilly thought with fury, their passionate nights would prove otherwise. She let the words eat her up inside, the irritating sting just prodding away at her. How COULD she??! Did our time together mean nothing to her?! 

Her unfortunate but inanimate pillows took the brunt of her rage. A sufficient amount of steam had to be let off before Lil allowed herself to calm down. Her heart was broken, and it looked like she was just going to have to deal with that, but...she next began to contemplate things in terms of justice and ramifications. There had to be consequences. There had to be some way to pay these two back, to let them know that such deplorable actions couldn't simply be gotten away with. But...how? 

In the wee hours after midnight, Lil got out of bed and took a walk down to the lobby. She couldn't sleep, and figured if she wasn't getting any rest, she might as well find something constructive to do. She'd told a number of individuals of her tragedy, just to elicit a little sympathy. But she was done whining about it. Big girls didn't cry, she reasoned. They didn't get sad, mad or glad; they got even. 

She was a bit surprised, even at 1:30 in the morning, to see no one manning the front desk. Normally at least one receptionist was taking care of things down here at all times. The clock-shaped placard was on display, informing visitors that someone would be back shortly. Hmm, thought Lilly. Apparently whichever one was on duty had trotted off to the restroom. Technically speaking, as a maid—and off the clock—she shouldn't really be doing this, but...Lil slipped behind the front desk. 

Aha. The computer was up, and unlocked. Lilly maneuvered through its system to the guest log. There wasn't really any info in here she didn't already have or needed to know, but...she guessed...she didn't know, she guessed she just wanted to be sure her now ex-girlfriend and her new slut kitten had actually registered and paid for their visit, and had not simply stolen this too. 

Yep, there she had it: room 937—Julie Hancock and Guest. Lilly quietly snorted. "Guest," indeed. Their check-in time had been 4:00 p.m. on Thursday the 3rd, and check-out would be by 11:00 a.m. later today. Then of course, they'd be flying to California for this wine thing of Julie's. Lilly felt sour and hurt as she remembered how they'd enjoyed wine together, not to mention the pleasures it led to after. She'd kind of felt like having a drink tonight to get the edge off a little, but just the idea of alcohol now dredged up the same memories. For all she knew, Jules had indefinitely wined, dined and sexty-nined her whore Colleen as well. 

But more importantly, they'd be leaving and catching their flight in just a matter of hours. Lilly didn't know if or when they might meet again after this, but she knew that if she wanted to get even, she'd better think of something quick. It was difficult enough to begin with, and the clock was ticking. She sighed, pounding her fist on the desk in frustration. 

The desk drawer below rattled from the impact of her blow. She heard a jingling sound. The drawer was supposed to be locked, but would still give way if yanked hard enough. She did so, forcing access to its contents. Ah, so that jingle-jangle was a set of keys, two of which unlocked the hotel safes. Lil thought back to her first days here, when the managers had showed her around and told her about, among other things, the hotel safes. One was for valuables, she recalled them saying, and one was for supplies. That was right, she remembered now: first-aid and CPR, maps, flashlights, batteries, matches, generators, a massive length of rope... 

Her eyebrows jumped. A light bulb clicked on over her head. 

She closed out the computer guest log, took the keys, shut the drawer and snuck back to the private quarters where she'd find the safes. She clickety-clicked the key in the second's lock, turned, opened...and lo and behold, amidst everything else, there it was. 

For the first time in twelve hours, Lilly Amshire smiled. 

***** 

Room Service: Special Delivery 

Saturday, December 5th, 2015, 1:57 a.m. 

Lilly returned the keys and swapped them for one of the master hotel keys she and the other maids used. After filling a thermos with a generous helping of coffee and dropping back by her own room to get a few things together, her next stop was 937. 

Stepping off the elevator onto floor nine, she shuffled down the hallway in her slippers. Her heartbeat quickened. Intimidation snuck up on her. Could she go through with this? 

She conjured the vivid, horrific scene of being unceremoniously thrown overboard by Julie as motivation. It worked. Yes. I can. 

Acting natural and inconspicuous, she touched her ear to the door to make out any sound. None. She retrieved the master key. This was going to require some finesse. She took a few breaths, told herself to be cool, and inserted it. 

It was physically impossible to open or close a hotel room door without making any noise, so Lilly had to shoot for very little. She held her breath, chain-bolted the door, and turned around. 

To her relief, no one except she was awake. There was only darkness, save for the moonlight filtering in through the blind. She knew the basic identical layout of each room by heart. She passed through it like a ghost, each step deliberate and precise. She could make out each distinction from a normal unoccupied room, from belongings strewn here and there...to a half-full wine bottle on the nightstand...to their forms cuddling under the comforter. Ugh...how sickening. 

Well, you two're about to be together far more intimately than you bargained for. 

Years of experience turning down beds under her belt, Lilly exercised immense care and discretion sliding the covers down off both unconscious bodies. Unblanketed, the girls curled up a bit in response to the draft, but did not awaken. Lil smirked. Her eyes having adjusted to the dark, she determined that Julie wore no slippers or socks, just her striped pajamas Lilly'd always hated. Colleen, conversely, was naked. Hm, thought Lil. How delightfully convenient. And nice curves...for a thief of hearts. 

She thought back on the times when she and Jules would be playing in bed together. She brought to mind the couple of instances when she either accidentally or purposely brushed her nails over Julie's bare skin, making her shriek hysterically. It was how she'd found out just how insanely ticklish she was, a secret she'd always wished to keep private. Part of Lilly had always wanted to try tickling her feet, but Jules never let her even think about touching them. 

Before Lil knew it, a massive grin played about her lips. 

Ostensibly, they'd been drinking before going to bed this evening. Only able to hope the alcohol had knocked them out good and cold, Lilly cautiously, gently took hold of their ankles, tranquilly guiding all four to the foot of the bed. When this was done, she held still a moment to make sure their legs stayed there, and they remained asleep. Time to put the rope to use. She crossed the inner two legs over one another so that their feet alternated, then threaded the rope around their ankles, again carefully as possible. 

This was getting exciting already, thought Lil, making herself keep from giggling. Once the feet were lassoed together, she took the rope under the bed, bringing it around and up, through the headboard, proceeding to do the same with their hands. Now she was getting really excited, not to mention a little turned on. There was something about hot chicks—beautiful on the outside, at least—turned into damsels in distress, tied up to one another, that made Lilly feel all warm, fuzzy and tingly inside. 

At last, the lasses were down, and weren't going anywhere. It was time to have some fun, thought Lil as she switched on the lamp beside where they lay. And she had to throw in some hustle now, as the light and the feeling of their bound limbs were interfering with the girls' slumber. They were starting to wake on their own. Lilly wanted to awaken them her special way. She scurried back to her tote bag at the foot of the bed, rummaged a moment, whipped out her notorious Hitachi, and hastened to plug it in. 




"Housekeeping!"



There was no longer any need to worry about making noise, but Jules and Colleen were floating closer and closer to consciousness. Vibrator plugged into the wall, Lilly smiled, turned it on, and touched it to the spot where the arches of their inner two bare feet met. 

It took a sec, but Lil got her desired result. The vibration jolted the girls right out of their peaceful sleep with a start, prompting both to scream in alarm. Lilly was so pleased she had to laugh. Once her captives came to, their reaction was foreseeable. 

"Wha—...what th-what the hell?!" cried Colleen. 

"Hey, wh—...what the fuck!" Julie shouted at the same time, overlapping her. Lil waited for them to pipe down. 

"Housekeeping!" she waved. 

Turning attention to their greeter and captress, Julie and Colleen's eyes widened. 

"Lil?" asked Jules. 

"What the hell're you doing here?!" Colleen demanded, angrily struggling against the ropes. 

Opting to leave them in the darkness a few moments longer—no pun intended—Lilly merely feigned sympathy for them, pouting out her lower lip with sad puppy dog eyes. Just as quickly, her merry grin returned. Still, she explained nothing. 

Her hostages struggled some more. "What, is...is this s'posed to scare us or something?" Julie wanted to know. 

It was time for Lilly to bring her next playtoy into the game. She sifted through the tote for her trusty-dusty feather duster. 

"Actually..." she remarked, laying a start to their terror by dusting all twenty twitching toes— 

"...Yes. Is it working?" 

Julie and Colleen tried, indignantly and in vain, to keep from laughing, but of course to zero avail. Snickers, chortles and squeals escaped still. It was only the toes with which Lilly'd begun, after all. That was okay; she'd get to the real deadly spots eventually. 

"Oh, why, ladies!" Lil exclaimed, prancing around to the side with the duster, overemphasizing her words. "Your bed is all dirty! Just look; it has all this scum and slime in it!" she shouted at them. "Shame on the two of you! This needs to be cleaned!" 

She lifted Julie's pajama top to expose her belly and tits—no need to do so with her naked companion Colleen—and furiously shook the feather duster all over their exposed torsos. They began wriggling like fish out of water, screaming and laughing helplessly. Lilly grinned in both satisfaction and total control. All her intimidation had long since vanished. She had the power now, and the whole lot of them knew it. After a few minutes, she stopped for a break. 

"Well now," she taunted, leering at them. "It would appear that we're ticklish, would it not?" 

Julie's and Colleen's reactions to this declaration abruptly diverged. Colleen's was to yell out— 

"Omigod what the fuck! You sick bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?!!" 

Julie paused to glare at Lilly with fiery eyes, remembering how she'd warned her never to tickle her again. 

"...Fuck you...you miserable little cunt." 

Not paying Colleen much mind at the moment, Lil just smiled back at Julie with a contented nod, as if to say, Mm-hmmm...guess who's got the upper hand now, sweetie? 

Colleen, meanwhile, continued to rant. "Jesus Christ! What the hell, lady?! Are you fucking crazy?!" 

It was evident that she didn't care much for being tickled—especially against her will—either. This, however, wasn't Lilly's problem. Still addressing and confronting only Julie, suddenly, the smile faded from her face. 

"Fuck me?...Oh, no..." 

She marched to the head of the bed, defiantly glaring into the eyes of her victims, and swatted each across the face with the duster. 

"Fuck you!" she hollered at them. "The both of you! You, you heartbreaking cheater, and you, you homewrecking whore! No one tosses me aside like so much garbage! I'm gonna teach you two a lesson, and make you see that you can't just play with someone's heart, and then break it like a toy! You two are gonna pay for this, and you are gonna pay dearly." 

Seeing how serious Lilly was, and that it looked as if they were in deep trouble, Jules and Colleen eased up on their aggression. 

"Ok—...okay, okay, Lil," said Julie. "Okay..." 

Lilly stared down at them, crossing her arms. 

"Okay what?!" she demanded. 

Jules took a breath. "...Lil..." 

"I'm listening." 

Julie exhaled again and tried to whip something up to mollify the situation, but somehow, the words she wanted just wouldn't come. "I-I-I..." she stammered. "...L-l-look, I..." 

"Spit it out, Jules! You've got something to say, I wanna hear it! C'mon, be a woman! Talk!" 

The pushiness stirred Julie. She snapped out her contrition. 

"Look, I'm...I'm-I'm sorry, okay? W-we're both sorry. All right? Is that what you wanna hear? We're really, sorry." 

The maid scowled down at the wine pourer with narrowing eyes. 

"'Sorry'?" she repeated. She was feeling an impulse. She wanted to hurt Julie. But not in a way Julie'd enjoy. 

"'Sorry'?!" 

Lilly seized Julie by the naked tits, dug in her nails, and squeezed. Jules promptly winced, emitting a hushed, "Aaaahhhhhh..." 

"That's supposed to make up for what you did to me today?!" 

She released Julie's breasts. Julie heaved a breath. 

"W—...wh-what...what do you want from me??" 

Pause. Lilly straightened up. 

"I'll tell you what I want," she growled ominously. "I want you...to feel exactly what you made me feel today. I wanna see you go out of your mind. I want you to suffer. I wanna make you cry, like, a baby." 

At these last few threatening words, almost as if on cue, Julie obediently whimpered. It would seem the apology she'd just offered was not strong enough. Julie didn't know if a more adamant apology might get her anywhere, but she was willing to try. 

"A-all right! All right, all right...Lilly, I swear, I could not be sorrier for what I did to you than I am right now. Okay? I swear to God. It-it was thoughtless, and careless, and I should've been more sensitive to your feelings. All right? I admit it. Please. Please...just untie us...we're-we're not gonna do anything, just let us go, and we can work this out." 

Lilly gazed at her in a mixture of mock pity and pure scorn. 

"You're 'sorry'?...Just 'let you go'?..." She shook her head. 

"Julie, Julie... 

"You must think I'm fucking insane." 

Julie's eyes widened in terror as a horrible chill iced her to the bone. But this fright proved little against what Julie watched happen to her next, as Lilly grabbed her around the hem of her jammie bottoms, and yanked them to her ankles. 

Julie gasped. "WHA—??!" she squeaked. 

Lil pointed at her. "Quiet...bitch." 

Colleen piped up. "Hey! Don't you call her that! Leave her alone!" 

"You keep your trap shut as well, Daisy. Now—" 

Colleen didn't discern why Lil would call her Daisy, but such a minor detail couldn't matter to her less right about now. 

"You are nuts!" Colleen screamed. "You are fucking insane, you hell-freak!" 

Lilly had just about reached the end of her patience with this yelling. She marched back to the foot of the bed. Oh, was she going to enjoy this. It was time to rip out the stops and make her two little pets go crazy. 

"All right, I warned you; now that's it. You little brats asked for it, now take it!" 

Without another instant wasted, she vigorously, rapidly swished the duster's feathers across the bottoms of all four feet. 

The effect was immediate, explosive, and sweet. Both girls blew like volcanoes. Piercing, hysterical, almost maniacal laughter erupted and filled room 937. Lil was right; she was enjoying this. It was so much fun! In a millennium and a half, she could not have imagined she'd relish tickle-torturing the living daylights out of anyone, any victim(s) pinned down on a bed or any other surface, unable to do a thing about it, or stop her in any way. She felt so...so...powerful! 

Before she knew it, she was laughing herself. "Oh-ho-ho, Julie, Rose, you guys love this!" she cackled. 

"NO-O-O-O-O-O-OOOO! PLEEEE-E-E-E-E-E-EASE!!" Colleen and Julie chorused between guffaws. 

"Oh, you can't fool me!" Lilly sneered at them, shouting to be heard over their cacophony. "I know you're lovin' it!" 

Faster and faster, she swirled the duster back and forth over all four bare soles. The four feet trembled, shook and whapped the mattress as well as one another, tightly curled and balled up into little toe fists. But of course, they couldn't protect the bottoms. If the girls could think rationally, they'd try to help each other out, shielding each other's feet with their own. But there was no rational thinking here tonight. Lilly gleefully poured it on, watching as her girl-toys just flipped out more and more desperately all the while. They whipped their heads, smacked one another's feet, gripped the wooden headboard and dug their nails in, tearing gouges into the posts, all the time wailing for breath and mercy. And of course, lest they forget, the walls were extra thick. The rooms might as well be soundproof. Nobody'd be coming to their rescue. Oh, just so very much fun for Lilly to delight in. 

"Go right ahead!" she urged them. "Scream your fucking heads off! No one's gonna hear you!" 

She had to finally force herself to bring the foot tickling madness to an end, at least for now. Otherwise, she couldn't carry out the additional plans she had for these two. She could always get back to this later. She let up at last, and the tickle treatment ceased. 

Jules and Colleen reflexively heaved huge breaths of relief once they were allowed. Wheezes, coughs and expletives followed in turn. Lilly noted they did not thank her, either for the tickling, or for bringing it to a merciful halt, but she supposed she couldn't blame them for everything. She glanced between their coochies, studying Julie's familiar light bush of fuzz versus Colleen's ginger landing strip. Yep; the carpet matched the drapes. 

"Well! What do you think, ladies?" Lil asked them. "We having fun yet?" 

Julie threw out gasping breaths, no longer willing to be so cordial. 

"I hate you," she snarled at Lilly. 

"But you see, this is your own fault, my friend," Lil chided, shaking a finger. "If you hadn't done what you did in the first place, we wouldn't be in this fix. You and I would be continuing to celebrate life together. Y'know, my dear, it would've been so heavenly, us just making the world our own. But no. You decide instead that some girlfriend-napping, pussyteasing little skank sex puppy like our friend here...might be a fun little change of pace. Things getting a little boring with stale ol' Lilly, huh? So you figure, what, make a clean break of it now and you'll just get away with it? That it?..." She shook her head. "Nuh-uh. Don't think so." 

She tossed down the duster and went to re-retrieve her first paraphernalium. 

"I think there's something the two of you might like to know about me. I am not a girl who'll just roll over and die when you stab her in the heart. You cannot mess with me. I will react. And now, girls, that we've got those lovely pussies of yours out in the open..." 

Neither Julie nor Colleen liked the sound of this. They tried to squeeze their thighs together to hide their cunts. 

The Hitachi was still plugged in. Though Lilly's two wrongdoers had felt the Hitachi and been awoken by it, they were unaware of its presence. And so each of their four eyes jumped wide open as Lil held it up to display. 

"All righty then, Julie, Ginger...who's first?" 

Colleen's mouth hung ajar in stunned consternation. Julie's mouthed the words, "What the fuck?" 

They watched as Lil's smile spread, showing off her pearly whites. She alternated pointing the Hitachi's vibe at each of them, until settling on a decision. She sidled to Colleen's side of the bed, remarking, "Well, now, this looks like a tasty ripe little tangerine." 

If the truth be told, neither would know how to feel—beyond creeped the hell out—regardless of whom Lilly chose first. As she now closed in on Colleen the ginger, she meekly scooted up against Julie, futilely trying to escape this lunatic maid's debauchery. She knew she couldn't get away, and if she were being honest, she didn't know if she would hate this, or...not hate it. 

Lilly continued grinning wickedly at her, climbing up onto the mattress beside them. "Come on now, Heather..." she cooed. "Be a good little pet...hold still...and take it like a big girl." She lowered the frightening vibrator to Colleen's body, making her do only her best to snake around, avoiding it, and smushing Julie underneath her in the process. 

"Lil, don't!" Julie shouted. "Stop it! Don't dooooohhf!" 

"Ohmygod, please!" begged Colleen. "I don't wanni—!" 

Her panicked speech morphed to wordless infantile syllables as Lil closed in, veritably straddling her to finally force this next phase of antics. At last, Lilly ground a knee in between Colleen's thighs, coercing her legs apart, ignoring her babyish pleas, flipped on the Hitachi...and made vibing contact to the whining redhead's trapped pussy. 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE—!" the humiliated Colleen shrilled, squeezing her eyes shut in terrorized disgust. She turned to bury as much of her face in Julie's as she could, resigning herself to enduring this...this... 

...Torment? 

Colleen was unsure what was happening, but her gritted teeth separated, and a warm rush came over her. Her tense, embarrassed expression slowly melted into pleasure. She abhorred being dominated and taken control of in such a belittling way, but she had to admit, her pussy didn't mind this quite so much. It gradually pinkened, dampening, moistening, surging vibrating passion through its owner. Colleen began to surrender to the Hitachi's will, leaning her head back and moaning, completely forgetting that Jules was still pressed underneath her, uttering muffled squeaks. Kneeling over them, Lilly found this all only too hilarious. 

"Ohhhh...fuck...oh, shit," Colleen exulted, wincing helplessly, beginning to sweat. Her detonative hatred and rage towards Lilly, despite having known her less than twenty-four hours, was quickly evaporating bit by bit. The still semi-clear-headed Julie supposed Lil was getting "even" with them in her own...twisted way...though if she was punishing them, Jules was unsure why then she was imposing such intense pleasure—on Colleen, at least. The infernal feather duster she could understand, especially given how she'd expressly ordered Lil never to tickle her ever again. And Lilly had, and natch, Julie detested her for it. Now, she wasn't as certain what to think or how to feel. How would she react should Lil force her way into her pussy and vibe her into oblivion? 

Lilly chuckled with sinister glee and gratification as she reaped the fruits of her labor. She continued to focus on Colleen, bringing her mercilessly further and further along, blotching her skin red, culling perspiration from her pores and melting her defenseless cunt like wax. She did have a plot to castigate the two of them, which they would later find. For now, she was having great fun lording this sexual power over them. But before she lowered her proverbial axe, the dazzling lust inflicted on them was to be ramped up another few notches. So while still working on Colleen, she took one hand off the Hitachi, licked her fingertips, slipped them under the top corner of her slit, and rubbed the ginger's stiff, erect clit. 

Colleen's head flew back, compelling Julie to brace herself and push out from under her. "FUCK!" she reiterated, the inferno blazing under and around, as if Lil just poured lighter fluid on her. So out of the loop was she by this point, she did not hear Julie scream at her captress, "Lil, what the fuck are you doing?!" or the replied, "Right now, I'm doing your job, Jules." 

The twilight minutes ticked on. Between the relentless cunt-vibing and the manual clit-fondling, Colleen Flowers was losing it, having flipped nearly 180° from her earlier position. Julie lay beneath her to the side, still perturbed by everything going on here. She'd have no one make any mistake that this was indeed insane, but even yet, something about it remained...bizarrely...hot. 

Wow, this is fun!! thought Lilly ecstatically. She was even starting to get pretty wet herself, an unexpected but not unfathomable phenom. She watched excitedly as Colleen's sopping pussy dripped onto Julie's thigh below her. She couldn't help but get aroused. Colleen looked just so delicious, so irresistible lying there, flat on her back, trussed hand and foot, exposed and vulnerable as could be, screeching for a climactic release, driven into a dizzy fucking frenzy by the Almighty Hitachi. Yes. Definite turn-on. 

Julie and Lil were starting to catch up to Colleen in the heat of stimulation, but Colleen remained far ahead. Especially as Lilly flipped the Hitachi up to the next setting. Colleen howled until her lungs began to give out. Hair stuck plastered to her brow and face. She was about to blow, as her companions could visibly bear witness. For Lilly, as fun as it would be to make her cum right now, it wasn't in her plans. She reminded herself that she was here to admonish these two, not to reward them. 

"OHHHH! FUUUUCK! OHHHGOD! I'MGONNACUUUUUUUUUMMM!!" Colleen bellowed, racing to the edge. Lilly counted down the seconds, reading her signs until she would reach the zenith. Seven...six...five...four...three...TWO... 

Then...she took the Hitachi away. 

"No you're not, Iris!" she sang, grinning down at her. 

Feeling the abrupt, cruel drop from her ascent, Colleen opened up her eyes as wide as her mouth. 

"That's right, Posy!" a chipper Lil crooned. "De-nii-iied!" 

Realizing their evil captress wouldn't be allowing her to cum, Colleen shut her eyes and cried. "Noooooo-o-o-o-o!" she sobbed. 

"Why, but yes, silly little Flower girl!" Lilly confirmed, tweaking her nose. "You didn't think I was just gonna let you cum, did ya??" 

"Oh, God, I hate you!" Colleen wept. 

Lilly's smile turned upside-down. 

"Well, now, there's a coincidence," she stated. "You stole my girlfriend, and I hate you more. So fuck you too, Azalea." 

She took the Hitachi and climbed up off of her, stood back up, and waved it at her pilfered ex. "Your turn, Jules." 

Julie's eyes and mouth opened. She started to speak, but was cut off. 

"Quite an electricity bill the two of youse are running up," commented Lilly. "We'll have to take care of that a bit later." 

Neither Colleen nor Jules knew what she meant by this, and they weren't afforded the opportunity to ponder it either. Lil climbed back up into bed, this time between them, and grinding her way under, turning her back on Colleen to concentrate on Julie. She couldn't have Colleen pushing to hog these good vibrations as well, wanting Julie's pleasure for herself, to finish and reach her orgasm; why, that wouldn't be just at all. So she put herself between the two of them to ensure success. 




"Housekeeping!"



Colleen had stopped crying, but was certainly not happy being deprived of further treats while her partner in crime over there now reaped the bounty. Stuck in her sour mood as a victim of orgasm denial, she actually found herself hoping Julie would be made to suffer the same fate. It would only be fair, she reasoned; if she didn't get to cum, why should Julie? 

But maybe this was the evil maid's plan. Maybe she was doing this purposefully, to drive a wedge between them. Colleen knew only that she didn't care for the sound of Julie groaning and gasping in throes of ecstasy when she should've reached completion first. Had she been allowed to cum, Colleen would have been all too happy for Julie to join her in Orgasmland. But this wasn't the way things had happened. Jules had told Colleen about Lilly before today, and clearly, Colleen thought, their short dating span had meant far more to Lilly. Maybe she'd even considered them in an official, exclusive relationship. That would explain why she'd gotten so upset, and probably also why she'd now essentially kidnapped them, and was torturing them with Hitachis. Maybe— 

Her train of thought was interrupted. She heard the maid flip up to the next setting, and ask Julie a question. 

"By the way, Jules, something I've been wondering," Lil called down to her over the vibing. "Why would you bring your little sweet-tart here, book a room here, and dump me here, in my hotel, where you very well know I live and work, when you also knew the two of you'd be spending the night here, and when you've got plenty of other hotels near the airport to choose from?" 

She gave her a moment, but Julie only moaned in response to the Hitachi. 

"...Huh? I mean really, think about it. You know I have access to every single room, being a maid. What'd you think, that I'd have no feelings of retribution? That I was just some weak-willed marshmallow who'd just roll over and cry and let you get away with this? Is that really what you thought?...Or, were you just a little short on brain cells at the time?" 

Under normal circumstances, Julie'd indeed have been outraged at being taken advantage of and controlled this way, by a Hitachi-wielding, vengeful, scorned ex-girlfriend. Unfortunately, her mind was a bit too occupied right now for such trivialities. She was as susceptible to overwhelming, forced sexual lust as her ginger—if not more—and looked just as delightful as Colleen, lying here under the havoc-wreaking Hitachi's spell. She too was making Lilly wet and randy down there, wanting to turn the Hitachi on herself. 

But she wasn't done with her once beloved darling just yet. 

"You likin' it, Jule?? Huh??" Lil taunted. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhfuuuuuuuuuuck!" was Julie's only answer. 

"Good," Lilly cooed. "'Cause now you're gonna go crazy for me." 

She flipped the Hitachi up to the next setting, and torched her. Jules' head burrowed straight back into the mattress. She cringed, yowled, and held on, as the world spun her like a top. She gasped for breath, grunted, swore, snorted, rasped and thrusted her pelvis against the vibrator. She couldn't get enough. Lilly had called it pretty accurately; Julie was now going quite insane for the captress' entertainment. Each pulse felt like another piercing, white-hot fireball shot through her cunt. She was riding a shooting star from the outer reaches of space, diving towards Earth at the speed of light. It wouldn't be much longer at this rate. 

Now that Colleen was granted time to mentally sort out all this insanity, she found that she didn't like what was going on here. At all. She resented and loathed this despicable lady for doing this to the two of them, especially her, as she felt she was innocent in this situation. Julie had told her that she'd broken up with the girl she'd been seeing—this maid—and so Colleen assumed that everything was squared away, and that she and Julie could spend some nice time together, beginning with their trip to wine country in the morning. She'd been looking forward to this. She'd also been looking forward to making splendid love to Julie Hancock, secluded and intimate, not having their plans invaded by Julie's psycho ex. On the other hand, there wasn't much she could do about it. 

"Stop it!" she shouted at Lil. "Leave her alone!" 

"Patience, Buttercup," Lilly tossed over her shoulder. "We'll get back to you eventually. In the meantime, though, I wanna show you something. Look this way. I'd like to direct your attention to our mutual friend Jules." 

Right now, Colleen wanted to do just about anything Lilly didn't want her to, but like it or not, the maid was going to do what her ruthless little mind desired, and she was going to make Colleen observe. Lil turned back on Jules, looked down into the whites of her eyes—now that her eyeballs had rolled straight back—and began issuing her commands. 

"Work for it, baby! Earn it! Tell me you're my bitch!" 

Julie could do no other than oblige. 

"Tell me your pussy belongs to me!" 

Again, Jules was compelled to obey. 

"Beg me to let you cum!" 

"GODFUCKINGPLEASELETMECUM!!" 

Satisfied, Lil grinned. 

"All right, since you asked so nicely...very well. 

"Now tell me again how I never really turned you on anyway. And if that's true, lovergirl, then fucking explain this!" 

She pushed down on her and angled the Hitachi so that its potent vibes seared Julie's frothing pussy and her bulgingly hard clit. It was instantly too much. She couldn't take it. Colleen dropped her mouth open with eyes equally wide as the girl she now thought was her lover was lit like a rocket and sent through the most devastating motherfucker of an orgasm she'd ever seen anyone experience. Watching this happen, Colleen no longer knew how to feel. She was torn. In the first place, she was still resentful, and now as well incensed with jealousy. In the second place, however...this spectacle went a long way towards putting her back in the mood. 

Twenty seconds later, as Julie had concluded her shrieking banshee rendition, Lil got off her and hopped down to the floor again. Colleen gazed at her as if to ask, How come she got to cum and I didn't?! But even were this question asked out loud, this was for Lil to know, and the two of her hostages to find out. Meanwhile, the plug to the Hitachi came out of the wall, and a different one went in. 

"There you go, Hyacinth," said Lil, turning back to Colleen. "Good luck ever making her cum like that. 'Cause after that, you know deep down that you will never be able to thrill her like I just did. We have a little history, you remember. I know what she likes. 

"But you wanna know something?" Lilly went on to Colleen. "It doesn't even bother me anymore. It doesn't hurt now. And why?..." She shook her head. "...'Cause you're not worth it. Y'know what? Jules wants you, I don't care. I don't care! She can have you. Go ahead, you two, have the half-assed life you've carved out together. And we'll be done with each other. 

"Eh, that is, of course, after I've finished punishing you." 

A minute or two later, the already drained Julie and Colleen were starting to blink off to slumber again when they heard a suspicious, loud noise. They each summoned a necessary modicum of energy, and looked up. 

Lilly smiled at them, holding another cleaner's helper. 

"And, this situation still calls for a bit of maid service, for our Little Miss Ginger here, I think," she explained to them. "Ergo, I've also had the forethought to bring along with me my trusty, pocket, vacuum cleaner." 

The girls' eyebrows jumped. 

"Isn't it neat?" asked Lil. "Look, it even has a slot where I've hooked in this little attachment nozzle... 

"Which is just about...yeah, y'know, I, eh..." 

Lilly turned back to Colleen, with her malevolent smile. 

"...I think it's just about the size of a Flower girl's clitty!" 

She switched on the pocket vac, grinning ear to ear. Colleen immediately saw where this was going. 

"Oh God, noooooo!!" she implored. "PLEEEEEASE NOOOO!!" 

Lil turned it off with a sad puppy face. 

"But I brought this with me to give to you as a present, Zinnia," she explained. "Are you trying to tell me you don't like your present?...You don't wanna hurt my feelings, now do ya?" 

Colleen nodded vehemently. Lilly paused for a beat, then shrugged. 

"Oh well. Too bad, sweetie; you're gonna get it anyway." 

She moved in. Colleen panicked, clenching her thighs together with a terrified squeal. 

"AAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAAHHH! NO! SHIT!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" 

"I'm sure you're wondering, Cherry Blossom, why Julie got to cum and you didn't." 

"No! No!" Colleen desperately insisted. "Not at all!" 

"Ah, ah, ah," Lilly waggled her free index finger. "I agree, it was not fair to leave you out this way. Therefore..." 

Once again, she nudged her way in between Colleen's legs, ignoring her lung-puncturing protests. 

"Calm down, Jasmine!" Lil ordered. "You must learn to take these things like a big girl!" 

"Lil, please don't do this to her!" Julie chimed in. 

"Oooh, feeling greedy, are we, Jules? Well, that's too bad; again, you'll just have to wait your turn." 

"No, Lil, it's Colleen! She's too delicate!" 

"Oh, is that a fact? Well, why don't you let me be the judge of that." 

"No, Lil, don—!" 

"YYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!" 

Lil's vacuum attachment latched onto Colleen's still semi-stiff clit, and sucked. The poor ginger lost it. Her voice rocketed straight up like a high-striker. Julie winced beside her, wishing something was covering her bleeding ears. Colleen's caterwauling was anything but easy on the auditory canal. Jules was indeed protective of Colleen and her well-being, but just as much so of her own eardrums. She felt pretty sorry for the both of them right now. 

"Aw, what's the matter, Violet?" asked Lilly. "Too intense?" 

The clock was making its way around to the early morning post-twilight hours as Lilly far too thoroughly cleaned out the anterior of Colleen's pussy. Lil truly was continuing to have the time of her life. Her revenge techniques were more effective than she could have dreamed. In fact, she was starting to actually feel bad for them. Not bad enough to put them out of their misery early, of course, just a little pity. Julie was still yelling at her to stop, and Lil was beginning to see why. Her outbursts were barely audible over Colleen's anguished cries. Being inflicted upon Colleen right now was an excruciating mixture of bliss and agony. Julie hadn't been lying to her about what a fragile lass she was. She sobbed. The pressure was just too great for her. It pinched on her clit, squeezing tears from her eyes. Colleen wanted the Hitachi back, but wasn't even sure she'd be able to enjoy that at this point. 

"Ahh—OW!" she complained. "THAT HU-U-U-URTS! PLEASE, STOP IT! IT HURTS!" 

Lilly's expression turned surprised at this declaration. But now that she looked, she could see the pain in Colleen's face was genuine. As she looked back down, Colleen absolutely seemed to be foaming at the pussy, as if about to monstrously cum. But it was obvious to anyone the poor gal couldn't be liking this any less. She was bawling like a baby. 

"Okay...okay, Petunia." Lil's pity cup finally ran over. She turned off the vacuum and let her go. 

"OH-ho-ho-ho!..." Colleen wept as relief finally took her over. Ironically, being released from this awful vac device's vise-like hold almost felt like an orgasm in and of itself, after the hell of being pinched in it. She hoped this didn't cause any long-term damage. 

Julie, meanwhile, was glaring at Lilly. 

"You miserable little shit. That was fucking brutal, Lil. She didn't deserve that. Fuck you for doing that to her." 

Lil secretly agreed, but wouldn't allow them to know it. She got up and unplugged the pocket vac. 

"Maybe...maybe not," she shrugged, wrapping up and repacking the vac. "Either way, one thing's for sure... 

"This is one night you two aren't gonna forget for quite some time." 

They couldn't argue with that. Lilly trotted to the john. The girls heard the lid laid up, followed by the sound of Lil taking a leak. 

"Are y—...are you gonna let us go??" she heard Julie shout. 

"What?" Lilly called from the throne. 

"I said, are you gonna let us go?!" 

Lil finished, stood and flushed. 

"What??" 

Jules threw out a frustrated sigh, as Lilly came out of the loo and returned to the bed. 

"Lil, you gonna fucking untie us here or not?!" 

"WHAT??!" Lilly yelled, standing directly in front of them, and of course clearly able to hear. Seeing now that she was just messing with them, Julie exhaled, simply glowering at her. Lil smiled at them, and pranced back into the bathroom. 

"Hey, wh—...where are you going now?" Jules demanded to know. 

"I just thought I saw someth—aha!" Lilly'd had inspiration strike while she was answering nature's call. She picked up two identical items she found, held them behind her, and once more regreeted her victims. She rocked back and forth on her heels. 

"Hel-looooo..." 

Colleen was still sniffling away her tears. Julie only stared, starting to seethe. 

"Lil...this has gone way too far," she growled. "It was almost a little cute at first, but it's not funny anymore." 

"Not 'funny' anymore?" Lilly repeated. "I find that debatable. 

"I mean, I suppose 'funny' is subjective...all depends on your view. I guess I could see how this seems more 'funny' to me than to you right now. But, eh...actually, I have a 'funny' feeling you guys are gonna be laughing about this sooner than you think." 

Colleen looked straight up to the ceiling, blinking her eyes dry. Jules looked back and forth between them. 

"...What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Well, I honestly found it really fun how this all started tonight. Perhaps the lot of you can use some cheering up." 

It was finally time to show them what Lilly'd grabbed from the bathroom: Julie's and Colleen's matching electric toothbrushes. 

"What th—...what the hell are you doing with those?" Julie wanted to know. Colleen slowly raised her head to look. 

"Mmm...I think I..." She quickly tested them. "...Wanna bring our little adventure here full circle, before I send y'all on your way." 

Colleen and Julie dropped their heads back to the mattress. 

"Fuck, us," Lil heard one of them say. "Fuck both of us, right fucking now." 

"Not again," she told them. "I just wanna hear that lovely laughing harmony of yours one more time." 

Whirrrrrrrrr! went the toothbrushes. The rapid, electrically spinning bristles were activated... 

"Oral B..." Lilly noted. "...Recommended by four out of five dentists...and hotel maids..." 

...Were lowered... 

"...For all your hygiene, and tickling torture needs." 

Gasp. "NOOOOOO!!" the girls screamed. 

...And were touched to the bottoms of the captives' feet. 

"Brush daily, brush thoroughly, ladies." 

"WAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH!!" 

***** 

You Can Check Out Anytime You Like... 

Saturday, December 5th, 2015, 5:23 a.m. 

"Ahhhhhhh..." Lilly threw out a happy exhalation, gulping down a throatful of coffee and relaxing on the mattress between her two now utterly destroyed kidnappees. "What a nice morning it's turning out to be, hm?" 

Now purely content, feeling she'd achieved closure to put this chapter behind her and move on, Lil laid the toothbrushes to rest, and lovingly caressed Julie and Colleen up and down their legs. Her smile was no longer wicked or vindictive, but now warm and benevolent. Her victims were wrecked, reduced to blubbering messes of tears and sweat, breathing through pants and sobs. They were headache-y, and also a bit backache-y and tummyache-y. Lil went to fetch some tissues and wiped each of their eyes dry. 

"Is there anything either of you would like to say to me?" she queried, sweetly smirking down on them. 

A small part of Colleen felt apologetic, but unable to express it just yet. Another part of her felt downright infuriated, but unable to express it just yet. Lacking stamina to arbitrate, she swallowed, and puffed out, "Why...why'd you do this to us?..." 

Sigh. "Oh, Flower..." Lil nurturingly caressed her like a loving mother figure. "Because some of us need to be taught our lessons the hard way. Otherwise, we just won't learn. But not to fret; you and Jules will be allowed on your way, to have your life together." 

Julie and Colleen exchanged glances before looking uncertainly back at their morning's mistress of ceremonies. 

"You—...you're gonna let us go?..." Julie asked skeptically. 

With one kind blink, Lilly signaled to her prey that she was her old happy self again. She reached over to pat Jules on the belly, stood, and wordlessly undid the bonds pinning the ladies down. Neither immediately bolted up to kill her dead, as Lilly knew they wouldn't. They merely sat up to stretch themselves out, surreally experiencing mobility again. 

No one said anything for a short while. The party only cast about a triangle of stares. Colleen was unsure whether to book it for the door, stay to try and protect Julie, grab the phone, or what. She felt wounded, like a whipped puppy, and also like a small child who'd just disappointed her parents for the first time. Her mind was spinning. Finally, she heard Jules break the silence. 

"...So what're you gonna do now?" 

Lilly shrugged. 

"Well, vengeance has been properly administered. It would seem the only logical and civil thing left to do now... 

"...'S to let you go." 

Julie gazed, furrowing one eyebrow and arching the other. Colleen's mouth fell ajar. 

"You...can't be serious," she told Lil. "You...you actually think we're just gonna let you get away with this?...That...that-that we're not gonna tell the police? Or-or anybody? I mean, excuse me for pointing this out, but, uh, you kidnapped us, lady. That's a felony." 

Lilly shook her head. 

"You don't understand, my friend. Letting you go does not mean you just get off scot-free." She picked up the dormant, still moist Hitachi, gave Colleen a poke in the sternum, and pushed her back down onto the bed with it. Her tone turned eerily hostile. 

"Now, this is how things are going to happen. I noticed your tickets are over there by your suitcases, and I had a moment to look at them. So I know that your flight leaves at 6:30, which is...oh, look at that: just about an hour from now. That should give us just enough time so that the two of you can make sure you have all your things, get dressed and ready to go, and I'll call us a cab. The three of us will ride to the airport together, where I'll personally escort you to your gate, and make sure you catch the flight." 

Julie and Colleen again looked to one another, and back to Lilly, who nodded at them. 

"That's right; we'll get you on the plane together, and I'll see you off. And this incident is never to be brought up again. I warn you: know that it's not in your best interest to so much as think about fucking me over. Because after all this is over and done with... 

"I don't see one single shred of evidence that anything happened here tonight. 




"Housekeeping!"



"And also because, if either of you comes back here one day taking it upon yourself to dredge this up..." 

She swapped out the Hitachi for her feather duster and menacingly brandished it in their faces. 

"...I will make you very sorry you did." 

Reinforcing ticklish fear in them seemed to work. They gave the same reply in unison, one with a murmur, one with a squeak. 

"...Okay." 

"Good! That's my girls. A'right, you two, up an' at 'em. 

"And, eh, just my opinion, but, I'd suggest picking up some new toothbrushes. Perhaps you can use that $10 you stole from me." 

One hour later, Lilly Amshire successfully sent her ex-girlfriend and said ex's new galpal on their way halfway across the country. As the sun peeked, giving way to the dawning of the new crisp weekend, Lilly watched her companions' plane pick up speed, at last lifting off terra firma. It blasted out of sight, leaving Lil with a bittersweet feeling of emptiness inside, the realization that the love of her life was gone, that Julie Hancock had vanished...but too that alas, it wasn't meant to be. Her heart might still have been broken, but she'd get on. She wasn't proud of what she'd done, nor was she regretful. She couldn't feel remorse for the closure she needed. The last six happy months of her life would stay with her and weigh on her indefinitely, but...she'd done what she had to do. She kind of wished it hadn't had to be done this way, but...oh well. It was done. She couldn't change it now if she wanted to. 

The plane faded to a small dot in the icy cold heavens, and was finally swallowed up by the blue. She waved with a whisper. 

"Goodbye, my love." 

She gave a sniffle and a shiver, brushing a tear away. It seemed to occur to her for the first time this morning just how cold it was, even in her bundled-up state. And even after everything that had happened in the last five hours, she wished Julie and Colleen well. Part of her still loved Julie, and always would. And she wanted Julie to be happy, whether that be with Colleen, with someone else, on her own, whatever the circumstances. And she'd be happy again one day herself, she knew. She'd learn to trust and love again, and would find someone who earned that trust and love. Someone whom she deserved. Someone who deserved her. 

But, everything in due course. Today she had a shift starting at noon and just three or four hours to fuel up with a little shuteye. 

"Taxi!... 

"Meridian Inn and Suites, 37th and Bradwood, please."