The Hotel Ch. 1

You may be wondering about the preferential treatment they afford me. It is really simple to explain. My position as Senior Clerk is roughly equivalent to that of Manager. I answer only to the Brothers' Ernesto and Hector! I wield a lot of power and I wield that power ruthlessly! Even Hector is hesitant to fuck with me!

I sat and listened to the conversation and sipped my coffee. As expected, the subject of the conversation was indeed the Americano teenagers. The teens were everywhere, getting into everything. Despite the fact that the boys and girls had been separated and the chaperones were doing their damnedest to keep an eye on them, the kids had paired off and were at each other almost from the moment they had arrived at the hotel. The Cabana's on the beach had to be checked almost constantly to ensure the kids weren't in one of them fucking their brains out.

The teens had discovered all the secluded spots in the garden and were fucking in there too! I thought to myself that they had only been here a matter of hours and already they were fucking like rabbits. There was a lot of talk about one boy in particular, his name was Randy Detwyler! It seems he is particularly well endowed for one his age and he thinks it is his destiny to share this endowment with every woman he meets. He has already made advances on several of the hotel staff and many of the women are fearful of him.

Mrs. Davis' son Bill has paired off with Heather Sewell, the teen with the big chest. Mrs. Davis has devoted most of her energy in chasing them around to keep them from fucking one another. She has not paid that much attention to the other teens in her charge and the staff has begun to wonder what is going on there. Everyone laughs at the observation that Mrs. Davis has been unsuccessful in preventing her son from fucking this girl.

The conversation turns to Mr. Johnson, the large black man. It seems that he gets and makes a lot of calls to the U.S. and talks to someone they believe is either his girl friend or a wife. No one has been able to figure out which it is. The one thing that is known is that whom ever he talks to, is not happy with him being here and not back in Atlanta.

No one seems to know anything about Ms. Fletcher. She only comes out of her room occasionally and has little to say. She seems to be quite shy and was a poor choice for chaperone. They all agreed that she could be quite pretty if she fixed herself up just a little!

I sat around and listened for a few more minutes as I finished my coffee. I circulated through out the room and listened to various conversations and filed various tidbits away for future reference. there were several pieces of information that I thought interesting and possibly profitable. Such as the news that at least two of the boys who had managed to room together are homosexuals and at least four of the girls in this group are lesbians or at the very least bi-sexual. How this was discovered was not discussed.

I left the lounge and headed back toward the lobby. I spent the next couple of hours doing some necessary paperwork and dealing with several problems presented by some of our more demanding guests. When I looked at the clock I saw that it was lunch time and I picked up the desk phone and dialed room 358. Mrs. Davis answered on the third ring simply saying "yes! I identified myself and smiled into the receiver, because when she had answered she had been breathless and I thought of her blue friend.

Mrs. Davis immediately thought there must be a problem because of my call. I assured her that all was well and there were no problems to report. The nature of my call was in the way of an invitation for her and the other chaperones to join me as the hotels guest for lunch. I told her that I was extending the invitation through her as I had assumed she was in charge and that I should deal with her in all matters concerning the group.

Mrs. Davis thanked me for the invitation and would collect the others and bring them to lunch. You could hear the obvious pleasure in her voice that I had assumed she was somehow in a position of authority. She asked what time to be in the dinning room? I asked that she and her fellow chaperones be here at the front desk in twenty minutes and they would be escorted to lunch by one of the staff. Her pleasure increased as she perceived the obvious preferential treatment.

I called the kitchen and told the head cook what I wanted and that I wanted it in fifteen minutes and that it was to be set up in the garden adjacent to the hotel. I told him to make whatever arrangements that were necessary.

I told Carmelita that I was going to lunch. It was not necessary to say anything else to her, she understood what she was to do and that I should not be disturbed unless it was a dire emergency. I patted her little behind and walked toward the hotel entrance that led to the garden patio.

As I arrived in the garden one of the hotel's waiters was supervising the last details for the luncheon and had everything just about ready. A table had been set for four and fresh flowers had been arranged in a tasteful center piece. Chilled wine had been placed next to the table. I sat at the table and waited for my guests to arrive.

I did not have long to wait as Carmelita led my guests through the door and to the table. As they approached I stood and greeted them. They were obviously surprised to be here rather than the dining room. Mrs. Davis seemed delighted and Mr. Johnson looked impressed. Ms. Fletcher looked excited but said nothing. I shook hands with them and invited them to sit. Camelita who had stood in back of Mr. Johnson stepped forward and pulled a chair out from the table for him and asked him to sit. Johnson looked surprised and sputtered a little but took the proffered chair.

I held a chair for Mrs. Davis first and seated her. She all but wriggled all over as she took her seat, clearly pleased with the attention. I next seated Ms. Fletcher. As I pulled the chair out for her I touched her lightly on the back with my hand and her body jumped just a little at the contact. As she seated herself she turned and looked up and I captured her eyes with mine and I smiled at her. She blushed slightly and smiled back thanking me.

I took my seat and signaled for the waiter that had been hovering near by and he stepped forward to pick up the chilled wine and present the label for inspection. I asked them if they objected to my selection of wine as the waiter showed them each in turn the label. They all agreed that it was fine. Camelita had continued to stand just a few feet away and not make a sound. I looked in her direction and nodded. She turned immediately and departed. I thought to my self as I watched her go that I was going to have to start paying more attention to her in the future.

I nodded to the waiter and he pulled the cork on the wine and poured a small amount into Mr. Johnson's wine glass. Mr. Johnson took a small sip and allowed that it was fine. I was amused as the waiter continued to stand at Mr. Johnson's side holding the bottle of wine. Mr. Johnson seemed not to notice. Mrs. Davis nudged his elbow and in stage whisper told him to tell the waiter to pour the wine. Johnson looked startled for a moment and then confused as he turned and looked at the waiter. Finally I saw comprehension dawn on him and he signaled the waiter to begin.

As the waiter poured the wine I thanked them for accepting my invitation to join me for luncheon. I explained that this would give us the opportunity for us to discuss how the hotel could be helpful to them in arranging some of the activities they had planned. I told them that I had thought this private luncheon was more appropriate than the dinning room for this kind of meeting. Mrs. Davis beamed, Mr. Johnson sort of puffed up a little and Ms. Fletcher watched me intently. I had been using their formal names and Mrs. Davis told me to call her Marjie. I told her that if she thought that appropriate I would call her Marjorie. Johnson looked a little disappointed with this but introduced himself as Frank. I looked at Ms. Fletcher and she dropped her eyes saying her name was Simone.

I gave the waiter an imperceptible signal and he hurried off to return with in mere seconds with several others who began serving our meal. They were getting first class treatment whether they knew it or not as each off them had a waitperson who attended to their every need. Simone was clearly uncomfortable with all the attention. Marjorie was just thrilled and Frank tried to bluff his way through by acting as if he was accustomed to this level of attention.

We talked about several things that they wanted to do while the group was here. A fishing trip for those who wanted to indulge, a trip to the market place where they waste their money on junk that no self respecting Mexican would have in their home. There were several things that were discussed and I assured them that the hotel could help them with all of it.

Soon the meal was complete and the wait staff cleared the table unobtrusively and melted away. Our waiter reappeared and we were all served coffee and Flan, and he too melted away. We chatted idly about the hotel business, what it was like being a chaperone, dealing with kid's these day and several other subjects. I stood and excused myself saying that I had to return to work, but that they were welcome to stay and enjoy themselves as long as they wished. If they needed anything else, just summon the waiter and he would see to it.

After checking with Carmelita at the front desk I wandered around the lobby area for a while. I went to the bank of elevators and took the next car to the fifth floor and proceeded to the utility room and let myself in. I sat in the chair and turned on the large monitor and checked the activity in the rooms. I checked Senora Davis' room and it was empty. I ran the tape machine back and queued it to about the time I had called her and invited her to lunch with me. As I had suspected Marjorie had been engaged with her little blue friend. I wondered how often she used her toy? If it were as often as it appeared from the tapes, I wondered if she had calluses on her pussy.

I watched as she worked her pussy over with the vibrator. She was on her knees on the bed with her head facing away from the camera. Her ass was in the air with her head a shoulders resting on the bed. She had a hand between her spread legs working the vibrator in and out of her wet pussy and grunting as she slammed it into herself repeatedly. I thought to myself that this woman needed to be fucked and fucked good. She began to hunch her pelvis back and forth and was really reaming her pussy good with the plastic friend when the phone rang. Her hand froze in mid stroke and she swore. The phone rang a third time and her body slumped to the bed as she reached for the phone and breathlessly answered.

At first she looked cross because she had been interrupted but then she smiled at something that I had said to her. Her smile became broader as she listened and she began to nod in agreement with what was being said. She hung up the phone a smile still playing about her lips. She rolled over and sat up. She had pulled her sun dress up to her naval to masturbate and it still hung there leaving her exposed from the waist down. Grasping the dress in both hands she pulled it over her head and dropped it on the bed. She reached behind her with both hands she unclasped her bra and in a fluid motion shrugged the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Her large breast swung free of their confinement and her nipples contracted from the cool air of the air conditioning unit.

Naked, she stood and walked to the bathroom where she took a damp cloth and wiped her self down. Walking back to the bedroom she selected fresh panties and bra and put them on. Going to the closet she selected a fresh sun dress and put that on. Slipping on her sandals she went to the bed and picked up the blue vibrator and to it into the bathroom and rinsed it off and dried it. She then place it in her purse and left the room. I was amused that she never seemed to go anywhere without the damned thing!

I reset the tape machine and switched the video feed to Simone's room, but it was empty at the moment. I ran the tape back a couple of hours and saw that she had come and gone a few times and had even gone to the bathroom. She had hiked her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties down and before she sat down I saw that she had a shaved pussy. I reset her tape and checked the room where I had put Heather and Donna. The room was unoccupied so I shut off the monitor and left the room.

As I arrived in the lobby and had started to head for the front desk I saw Marjorie talking with a couple of the teenaged boys from her party. She looked away from them and saw me and she waved. I waved back and continued toward the front desk. She said something to the boys and hurriedly moved in my direction. I stopped and waited for her and she told me that she had some questions for me and would I mind? I assured her that I would be more than happy to answer her questions.

She had a lot of question about the hotel itself, how many rooms did we have, how many of those rooms were suites, how big were the suites, what did they cost? I told that of the one hundred room in the hotel, only twenty were suites and that the cost of the suite varied with the size and location within the hotel. She told that she'd always wanted to rent a suite but could never afford it, besides she didn't think they were worth it, after all, how good could they be?

I asked if she'd like to see one of our suites and she could then decide whether or not it was worth the cost? She said she'd love to see one, but did I have the time for this silly stuff? I assured her that I did, it was part of my job to see to the needs of our guests. I asked her to please come with me and I would show her a suite. We took the elevator to the eighth floor, that is our top floor and bid her to follow me as I led her down a short corridor to an ornate door. I used my pass key and opened it. I let the door swing inward and stood and watched her face as she looked into the suite from where she stood.

This was one of our best suites and it showed, the walls were a rich creamy color and there was a very plush plum colored carpet on the floor. There were wide spacious windows with panoramic views of the ocean and the beaches. The furniture was a cream colored leather and very plush. I urged her to enter and as she passed me I placed hand at the small of her back and gently guided her into the suite. As I had placed my hand against her back I felt a shiver pass through her body.

Taking small steps she crept into the suite as if it were a church or some holy place. I asked if she thought the extra cost was worth it? She slowly nodded her head and she looked around wide eyed. She walked to the large windows and stood staring at the vista before her. She kicked her sandals off and stood digging her toes into the deep pile of the carpet. She looked at me and I smiled and nodded my head. Her face was lit up with a brilliant smile and she fairly skipped around the suite looking at everything. She looked in the bedrooms and the huge master bath all the while exclaiming over some thing or another. I just stood and watched her as she bounced around from room to room.

Marjorie ran over to me and threw her arms about me gave me a wet kiss on the cheek and hugged me tightly. I slipped an arm about her waist and held her to me. She pushed her self away from me where her body had been molded to mine. Her face was flushed and her lips parted slightly. She looked into my eyes and saw the desire there. She flushed even more deeply and pulled further away from me. I still had an arm about her waist and I drew her to me pressing her body once again to mine. She placed her hands against my chest and pushed, but I held her in place with my arm around her. I placed my other hand behind her neck and pulled her face toward mine. She pushed harder with her hands against my chest while she still looked directly into my eyes.

Neither of us had said a word since she had hugged me. I still held her tightly with one arm around her waist and my other hand I hand moved up her neck to her head and gripped hair. I pulled her hair downward forcing her to raise her face toward mine. Suddenly her hands were no longer pushing against me, they now gripped my suit coat clutching at me in an effort to pull me toward her. Her lips parted and I crushed my mouth to hers and speared my tongue into her mouth. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and kissed me hungrily. We kissed passionately for what seemed like several minutes, our tongues dueling and thrusting back and forth.

I released my hold on her body and she pressed into me as if she wanted her body to melt into mine. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back from me. Her eyes smoldering, her breath ragged and her chest heaving she only stood for an instant before she launched herself into me, slamming against me, knocking the breath from me and her mouth was again on mine.

I struggled with her and finally grasping her by her upper arms I again pushed her from me and held her at arms length. She snarled and tried to lunge against me once more. I struggled to hold her at arms length and shook her hard. Her eyes swam into focus and she looked at me with her mouth hanging open, breathing heavily. When I was sure I had her attention, I told her to take her clothes off. She thrust my hands away from her viciously and with shaking hands she tried to undo the buttons down the front of the flowered sun dress she wore. I shed my clothes easily and with an economy of effort as I watched the woman in front of me.

She swore repeatedly when she could not make her fingers behave and get her dress undone. Finally she got all the buttons undone and roughly tried to shed the offending garment. I heard something rip as she pulled the dress from her body. I watched her as she tore at her clothes in a frenzy. I thought to myself as I watched her, don't gringo men ever fuck their women?

The instant she was naked she was on me again, slamming into me and knocking me backwards into a wall. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, she screamed and I covered her open mouth with mine and jammed my tongue half way down her throat. I grabbed her roughly, picked her up and threw her onto the sofa. She bounced into the air, arms and legs flailing. She landed and bounced again before coming to rest on the soft cushions with her legs widely spread. I leapt on her and landed between her legs. I reached down and grasping my throbbing cock in my fist I jammed myself toward her wet pussy. I found her slit with the head of my cock and parted them and rubbed myself up and down a couple of time. She was really wet and my cock was coated with her juices.

I found her opening and with a vicious thrust of my pelvis I buried my cock in her. Marjorie screamed as I entered her and she clawed my arms and shoulders. I withdrew my cock almost its full length and then viciously slammed it into her convulsing pussy. She was cumming already and I had only just entered her. I hammered my cock into her and she screamed and wailed beneath me. I slammed into her and she moaned constantly and I could feel her pussy convulsing and gripping at my cock. Then I was into my own orgasm as I shot long bursts of semen into her cunt.

We spent the next half hour fucking and holding each other. I got up and dragged her to her feet and pushed her ahead of me to the bathroom. I turned on and adjusted the shower and we soaped each other down. I got dressed and told Marjorie that I had to return to work, but she was free to spend the remainder of the afternoon there in the suite if she wished. She thanked me and said that she wished I could spend that time with her. I kissed her and left her sitting, wrapped in a large bath towel.