Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 74

Three Years Ago

The hotel manager works down a form on a clipboard, ticking off boxes and checking annotations.

“I have to say Charlotte, that I’m very happy to offer you the job, but perhaps you’re a bit wasted on room cleaning? We have a position on the reception desk and I’d be more than happy to give you a trial on it, a well turned out girl like you.”

The red-haired girl with the intense green eyes looks down. “I’d rather not. The chambermaid’s job is fine. I’m…. I’m not very good with people. I wouldn’t be at my best on a front desk. I’d rather be in the background, where I don’t have to meet people.”

The manager nods sympathetically. “Shy eh? Well, if you’re happy that way…. You’ll be assigned the third floor. It will be your job to work your way through the guest rooms and public areas of that floor….”

*****

The woman is tall, elegant and immaculately turned out.

Her make-up, whilst apparently demure, hosts smoking eyes and well-defined lips, shaded to produce an apparent pout. Her fingernails are long, exquisitely manicured and painted in a shade to match her lips, a shade just shy of fuck-me red. Trim ankles and calves end in four-inch heels, and a slim line traces up the back of her stockings.

Her skirt, whilst ending at an inch above the knee, is slit to reveal a hint of shapely, toned thigh and her blouse, while merely suggestive of a cleavage, would unbutton rather easily. And the wide belt she wears emphasises her narrow waist and generous breasts.

She sits at the bar, legs elegantly crossed at the ankle, drinking what appear to be cocktails, but which ‘Charlotte’ has noticed are all ‘virgin’. By her side is a collection of bags, each bearing the logo of some expensive clothier or designer.

Charlotte’s work takes her all around this floor of the hotel; cleaning rooms and guest suites, vacuuming carpets in corridors, mopping and polishing floors, polishing brass and glass.

It is a constant cycle of work and allows her to regularly pass through or by the bar area.

A man in a suit takes a seat at the far end of the bar. Waving the barman down, he orders a drink, takes a newspaper from his briefcase and settles to read.

Charlotte dusts the bookshelves, taking her time over cheap paperbacks left by guests and cheaper hardbacks bought by the yard.

They need cleaning, don’t they?

Each one is taken down and meticulously wiped. It’s a time-consuming task that keeps her in the lounge longer than might be expected. The duty-manager passes through, nodding approvingly as he notes her meticulous attention to detail.

After a while, the man at the bar, glancing over the top of his paper notices that the woman is watching him. He glances down, then up again.

After a minute, he raises a finger to the barman, nodding towards the woman. The barman mixes a drink identical to her first, sliding it across the bar to her. She smiles, accepts the glass and tilts it towards the businessman. Smiling back, he folds away his newspaper, straightens his tie and moves to take the barstool next to the woman.

She shifts on her stool to face him, recrossing her legs in a graceful, leisurely movement, incidentally displaying a little more smoothly muscled thigh.

They talk for a while. Too quietly for Charlotte to pick out the words, but after only a few minutes, they rise and leave the room together, heading in the direction of the elevators.

Jenny rearranges magazines on the low tables beside overstuffed armchairs, clears away the remains of dishes of olives and peanuts, polishes the brass plate of the tall mahogany doors. But neither woman nor businessman return….

…. Until, the following evening….

Charlotte works her way through the public bathrooms on the third floor.

Wheeling her trolley of cloths and wipes and cleaners into the men’s washroom, she wipes and polishes the basins, sprays, disinfects and polishes WC’s and urinals.

The door from the corridor swings open, a man stepping into.