The next morning when Michelle came to work, Ray Benton called her into his office. Her heart froze, as she wondered if somehow Jay Sommers knew of her spying yesterday. To her relief, Benton greeted her with a big smile.
"I just wanted to tell you about our latest guest on the third floor" he said. "I want you to be
especially nice to him and his party. His name is Carlo Rossi. Ever hear of him?"
Michelle looked frightened. "Hey," she said, "what's he doing here? I thought he was some kind of gangster."
Benton chuckled. "Honey, you've been watching too much television," he said. "That kind of stuff doesn't happen any more. Let's just say that Mr. Rossi has very important business connections back East. Anyhow, if he likes this hotel, he'll come back, and he'll recommend it to his friends-and that means a whole lot of money coming our way. Rossi's a very generous spender. So if you see him, baby, smile. Got it?"
"Got it," Michelle said with a resigned sigh.
She still didn't believe that Carlo Rossi was a good man in any sense of the word, but she had to follow orders or lose her job. On her way up to the penthouse floor, she just hoped she wouldn't run into him. She'd find it hard to fake her smile.
As she rode up in the service elevator, she tried to recall just what she'd heard about Rossi. She wasn't very interested in the news, being only eighteen, but she did recall that Rossi had been charged with extortion and income tax evasion a few years back but that there was insufficient evidence for a conviction. Now he passed himself off as a cigar manufacturer. Nobody had ever exactly proved him guilty of anything, yet everyone believed he was guilty.
The elevator stopped and Michelle got out, pushing her cart. She was so deep in thought that she almost ran right into Jay Sommers, who was returning from his regular pre-breakfast swim. She
stopped just before running over his bare toes-and just as he gave a yelp and hopped out of the way. Michelle blushed furiously.
"Oh, dear, I'm terribly sorry," she cried. "I didn't look where I was going."
Sommers flashed her one of his million dollar smiles. "You better watch it, honey," he said. "You could get a traffic citation for that."
He stepped closer, and his electric blue eyes seemed to examine and approve her whole body in a split second. "By the way, Michelle," he said, more softly, "I'd like you to deliver two Bloody Man's to my room every morning at nine, okay? Deliver them personally."
"Yes, Mr. Sommers," Michelle said breathlessly. He'd remembered her name! She was so thrilled, she just stood there gawking after him when he smiled and went off down the hall to his room. She almost forgot his drink order, in fact. Then she snapped back to reality, phoned in the order, and took the drinks on a tray to Jay Sommers' room, just as she'd done the previous morning.
He shouted for her to enter, and the scene was just the same as before-the unmade circular bed, Jay just starting to remove his wet swim trunks-except that Kristi wasn't in the bed. Michelle heard the shower running. She set the drinks on the bedside table and started to leave, but Jay reached out and caught her wrist.
"You forgot your tip, Michelle," he said.
She blushed and stammered, "You don't have to tip me, Mr. Sommers. It's a thrill just to serve you.
He pulled her closer to him and frowned right
into her up turned face. "Honey, that's a silly attitude. In this life you gotta grab every chance you get. If somebody offers you money, take it. You're a very pretty girl, Michelle, but you won't get ahead on looks alone, believe me."
Michelle didn't know what to say. Not only had he called her pretty, but she was standing so close to him, she could feel the radiating heat of his nearly naked body. As she stared at him, he pulled her even closer, till her braless tits touched his chest, and then kissed her.
Michelle damned near wet her pants with excitement. She gave a muffled cry as the famous star began to kiss her, and then her whole crotch seemed to glow and moisten with lusty arousal. Jay Sommers wriggled his tongue into her mouth, and Michelle moaned and went limp against him. She could feel his cock starting to rise.
"Hey, where's my drink?" Kristi called from the bathroom.
"Coming right up," Jay answered.
He released Michelle and delivered the drink, taking his time, without any sign of panic, even though his beautiful young mistress had almost caught him kissing the hotel maid. He handed Michelle a five dollar bill and rested his hand on her waist as he escorted her to the door. She was trembling so excitedly, she could hardly walk. As Jay let her out, he grinned at her.
"See you tomorrow, Michelle," he said.
"Yes, sir," Michelle sighed.
She went off in a daze, hardly aware of what she was doing. Jay Sommers, the biggest star in Hollywood, had kissed her. He knew- her name,
said she was very pretty. It was all just too much. Head in the clouds, Michelle turned a corner, pushing her cleaning cart ahead of her, and ran over someone's foot.
"Sonofabitch"' the man shouted, hopping up and down.
"Oh, my gosh, I'm sorry," Michelle squeaked. "Are you hurt?"
The injured man looked at the teenage blonde, who was also jumping up and down-with concern. Her ripe round tits were jiggling crazily in her tight red t-shirt. He forgot his hurt foot, smiled, and stepped closer to the pretty hotel maid.
"I'll live," he said shortly. "What's your name?"
"M-Michelle, sir," she said, blushing hotly.
Michelle guessed the guy to be about forty, though he was in excellent condition-deeply tanned, powerfully muscled, walking with easy feline grace. His black hair was just starting to recede at the temples. He was wearing only swim trunks, and Michelle found herself gawking at the thick mat of black hair on his broad chest.
"Well, Michelle," he said, "I won't say anything this time, but you better keep your mind on your job from now on. You won't last long in a career if you screw up."
"I know, sir," she said, hanging her head.
"You can clean my room now," he said. "I'm going out for a swim. I have one of the penthouse suites-Carlo Rossi."
Michelle blushed hotly. My God, she really had screwed up. Here was the guy that Ray Benton had told her to be extra nice to-and the first thing she did was run over his foot. Humiliated, she hurried
on down the hall to clean the Rossi suite, leaving Carlo Rossi to stare after her. He watched her round wobbling little ass, smiled faintly, and then continued on to the elevator.
Rossi's suite was even bigger and more expensive than Jay Sommers'. It took Michelle a full hour to clean it up, make the giant bed, and put fresh linens in the bathroom. It was so big, in fact, that when she finished she couldn't remember the way out. She took what she thought was the hall door and ended up in another bedroom instead.
Fortunately there was no one in the room, but she heard someone entering Rossi's room. Just like yesterday she was trapped in a potential spying situation. She didn't really want to spy this time, but she couldn't go back into Rossi's room with people in it, and she didn't know who might be in the hall.
"Forget about changing," she heard Rossi say. "Just come here."
"Is that all you ever think about?" said a scornful female 'voice.
"Is there something better to think about?" said Rossi.
"You really are an animal," the woman said. "I'll do as I please, thank you, and right now I want to get out of this bathing suit."
To her horror, Michelle saw the doorknob turning. The woman was about to enter the room where Michelle had accidentally strayed. Michelle quickly crawled under the bed. Then she heard an angry screech, and door flew open. The woman was holding the knob, but Rossi was dragging her back into his room. Michelle, cowering in the
shadows under the bed, had a perfect view of everything.
"Let me go, you bastard," the woman snarled. "I'm not your slave."
"You are if you want my money," Carlo Rossi said gruffly. "You wanta go on living like this, baby, you do what I say. And right now I wanta get laid-so get over here and get your clothes off."
He let her go, and the woman stood there fuming. She was a black-haired Amazon, almost six feet tall, superbly built. Her blue-black hair fell straight and thick to her waist, and her huge heavy breasts jutted straight out, threatening to burst her tiny bikini bra. She didn't look like a real woman-she looked more like some horny adolescent fantasy of a woman.
"Pig," she spat.
"Aw, come off it, Nadine," Carlo said, starting to look impatient. "Take off that swim suit and come to bed. I want you, baby."
"Tough," said Nadine. "I don't want you."
She turned on her heels and started into the other room, but Carlo came after her, much quicker on his feet than seemed possible for a burly bull-like man. He seized her from behind and hauled her roughly over to the bed. They crashed onto it and started wrestling.
"Frigid bitch," Carlo snarled..
"Selfish prick," Nadine shouted.
Michelle didn't know whether to laugh or not. It certainly was a strange way to make love that's all she could say. Nadine was apparently Carlo Rossi's mistress. He'd brought her with him, given her a room connected to his. But she didn't act like it.
She fought him tooth and nail till finally he seized her skimpy bikini top and tore it off.
"Ohhh, damn you," Nadine cried, "just look at that."
"I'm looking, I'm looking," Carlo chuckled.
Nadine had enormous long breasts, literally the size and shape of watermelons. They looked extremely heavy, and each was easily as big as Carlo's head. Her nipples were large, too, cone shaped and light brown. The fantastic jugs shook and swung violently as she went on wrestling with Carlo.
He was laughing, trying to pin her down, but in a moment his patience faded and he ripped off the bottom of her bathing suit. Michelle couldn't help seeing the naked Amazon. Nadine had a very large muff, dark and triangular, that seemed to cover the whole lower half of her belly. The lustrous black fur seemed to attract Carlo, for he -moaned and buried his, face in it.
"Get off me," Nadine whined.
Far from obeying, Carlo pressed his face even tighter against her thick black muff, and he slid his hands under her round naked ass, cupping the firm cheeks, and pulled her tight against him. Michelle saw his tongue snake out, red and wet, and wiggle into the dense fur, seeking Nadine's clit.
"Oooooo," she moaned suddenly. "Damn you, Carlo,don't."
Carlo gave a muffled laugh and went on tonguing her small red clit, flicking and lashing it with an expert tongue tip. Watching from her hiding place, Michelle was starting to get aroused already. All she had to do was think of some guy
licking her clit, and it was enough to make her frantically horny. She'd never had it done to her, but she could imagine how great it would feel.
Or could she? Suddenly Michelle's curiosity was so intense, she wanted to find out for sure. Lying on her belly under the bed, she slid a hand inside her shorts and panties and touched the delicate fur of her mons. She slipped a finger between the soft furry lips and found the small tender lump of her clit. She pressed a fingertip against the tiny organ and began to flick and rim it just like Carlo was doing to Nadine.
"Ummmm," she moaned.
Luckily they didn't hear her, and she knew she'd have to be careful not to make noises again. But she just couldn't help that first outburst. She hadn't expected it to feel so great when she rubbed her clit. It was the first time Michelle had ever played with herself.
Too bad-she should have done it ages ago.
Sighing happily, but softly, she went on rubbing her clit while she watched Carlo eating Nadine's pussy. The big black-haired girl was still struggling, but without much conviction, and every few seconds she gave a helpless screech of pleasure. Carlo clung to her like a leech, clawing her ass, tonguing her small red clit hungrily.
"Stop it, stop it," Nadine whined, pushing against his powerful shoulders, "don't do that, Carlo. Ohhhhhh, God. You bastard, stop! I don't want to-ahhhhhh! I hate you, you prick!"
And so on-Nadine alternated between hostility and pleasure as Carlo noisily licked her clit.
Michelle notice that Nadine's long shapely legs were falling open wider and wider, permitting Carlo to thrust his flushed face even farther into her crotch. Michelle again tried to imagine the sensation of a man's slick wet tongue on her clit and she creamed furiously, hotly, into her own hand. God, she'd like to try that.
She still hadn't decided if she ever wanted to get balled-the thought of a thick hard cock in her tiny tight virgin cunt was pretty frightening. But she sure as hell would like to try out some of the foreplay she'd seen in the last couple of days. She wanted to try licking Kurt's cock, and she wanted Kurt to eat her pussy.
"Oh, damn you, let me go. Ahhhhhh," Nadine moaned. "Why do you do this to me? Why humiliate me? Can't you just rape me and get it over with, you disgusting-ooooooo!"
The noise of Carlo's clit-licking seemed to get suddenly louder, wetter and more juicy. Michelle looked closer and saw that – he wasn't licking Nadine's clit any more-he was sucking on it. Michelle felt her body glow with arousal as she thought of how great that would feel. She couldn't imitate it with her fingers, but she did her best, taking her wet little button between her thumb and forefinger, kneading it swiftly. The pleasure was sudden and powerful.
"000000," Michelle cooed.
Luckily Nadine was making so much noise they couldn't possibly have heard her. The big black-haired girl was kicking and screeching, lout of control with pleasure, as Carlo noisily sucked her clit. She certainly wasn't fighting him any more.
Her white teeth flashed in a lusty grimace, and her eyes rolled crazily. She arched her tall body, close to coming.
Suddenly Carlo lifted his head from her crotch. His face was bright and wet with her cunt cream, and he was grinning, licking his lips. Nadine uttered a loud moan of frustration as she lost the delicious stimulus of his tongue and mouth just a moment before she was going to climax. She looked up at him with a mixture of longing and hatred.
"Why do you do this to me?" she said hoarsely. "Does it amuse you?"
"Yeah, it does," Carlo said with a grin. "I like to watch you get hot. It turns me on to make you mad, too. But best of all I like to ball you baby. We've played enough games for this morning. Let's get down to business."
He got off her and stood beside the bed. Nadine seemed to know what he wanted. Naked, she sighed and went to kneel before him. He was wearing only his swim trunks. She seized the waistband and began pulling the garment down. Carlo grinned at her, apparently aroused by her servile behavior.
Michelle went on frigging herself, kneading her wet little clit and sending melting bursts of pleasure through her belly, but she kept her eyes on the action, too. She wanted to know exactly what people did when they fucked, how it looked. She watched wide-eyed now as Nadine slowly peeled down Carlo's wet bathing suit.
Where Jay Sommers was tan and golden, this man was naturally olive-skinned and hairy. He reminded Michelle of a gorilla-but something in
his very virile brutishness turned her on. Her eyes got wider as Nadine slowly unveiled his semi-erect cock. Michelle wanted to see a big variety of cocks, Study them.
At last the suit was down, and Michelle could see Carlo Rossi's thick pale prick. It was almost erect now, and already it was as fat as Kurt's or Jay's, though not as long. The head seemed huge to Michelle's inexperienced eyes, a big purple knob of flesh. Nadine helped Carlo step out of his suit, and then she, too, stared at his rising cock.
"Kiss it," Carlo said hoarsely. "Kiss my dick, baby. Show some respect."
Nadine snickered, but obeyed. Her red-glossed lips touched the fat purple head of his cock in a juicy exaggerated kiss.
"Now lick it," he nearly whispered. "I wanta feel your tongue on my cock, doll."
Nadine's pretty pink tongue flicked out, wet and gleaming, and she used the very tip to tease and lash the thick head of his prick. He moaned loudly, and his cock lurched into the final stage of erection, stiff and rigid and hugging his hairy belly. Big drops of juice poured from the mouth of his prick. Carlo gripped Nadine's shoulders and looked down at her intently. "Suck me," he whispered, barely loud enough for Michelle to hear. "Suck my dick a little, baby, please."
She frowned at him. "You won't come in my mouth? You know I can't stand that."
"I promise," he said meekly, "honest. Please, Nadine, just suck it a little."
Nadine sighed and opened her mouth. She fed
just the fat oozing head of his cock between her lips, and then she started sucking. Michelle paid avid attention, trying to learn the technique. She was sure Kurt would go wild with pleasure if she tried it on him-that is, if she and Kurt made up their quarrel and got together again.
"Awwwww, YEAH," Carlo whined, "yeah, suck my dick, baby. Awwww, Jesus, I love that, Nadine. Suck it harder, please!"
Nadine did as he asked, but she didn't seem to get any real pleasure out of it like Kristi Jones did when she blew Jay Sommers. Nadine apparently was just in it for money, not love. Michelle herself would have liked to try it. She thought it might be a real turn-on to suck and taste a guy's cock. She tweaked and massaged her soaked little clit faster and faster as she watched.
"Ohhhh, baby, that's good," Carlo moaned, "real goad. Take it in just a little more, okay?"
Nadine dutifully sucked in more of his cock and then suddenly Carlo grinned maliciously, put his hands on her head, and pushed down hard. He forced his whole prick into her mouth, and Nadine made a gagging noise and looked up at him desperately.
"You better not bite," he warned her. "If you bite, you die-and you know it. Now just suck me a little more, till I come. You can take it, baby. You'll learn to love the taste."
Apparently Nadine disagreed, for she suddenly reached up and seized his arms and managed to break his hold. She got away from him, and his saliva-drenched cock snapped from her mouth to splat against his belly, fiercely erect and drooling.
Nadine looked furious.
"You rotten bastard," she hissed, "you promised you wouldn't try to come in my mouth."
Carlo just laughed. "Aw, I was only kidding, honey," he said lightly. "You know it-turns me on to make you mad. You're so cute when you're mad, you know."
He approached her, speaking softly, trying to soothe her, but as he got within reach, he grabbed the big black-haired girl and pushed her toward the bed. Nadine fell with her hands on the bed, her feet still on the floor. Michelle saw her bright red gash with its thick fringe of black curls. Nadine's pussy was swollen and wet, as if somehow fighting with Carlo turned her on.
Carlo rushed up behind the bending woman, seized her around the waist, and began thrusting his cock between her thighs, trying to fuck her dog-style. Nadine gasped and struggled, but the only result was that she fell face down on the bed, Carlo in place on her back. He kept jabbing his rigid prick between her legs.
"Let me go," she howled. "Damn you, I didn't say I wanted to ball."
"Too bad," he lghed. "I do."
Michelle had a good view of the whole thing. She could see Carlo's fat pale prick with its knobby purple head banging away against Nadine's wide red slit, seeking entrance to her cunt. Michelle saw it when Carlo finally hit the target, his thick meat disappearing up the shadowy hole at the center of Nadine's crotch. Michelle creamed heavily as she watched.
"Oooooo," Nadine wailed. "No, no, don't
fuck me. Take it out!"
By now Michelle understood that Nadine's protests were just a game, a way of turning on both Carlo and herself. She screamed for him to stop, to take his cock out of her, but all the time she was panting and moaning with pleasure and a steady river of juice was pouring from her cunt. Carlo was laughing and fucking her like crazy, slamming his prick hard and fast in her little wet twat.
"Don't lie to me, bitch," he chuckled. "You love to ball, and you know it."
Michelle was so excited watching Carlo and Nadine that she rubbed her aroused stiff clit even faster and suddenly, to her astonishment, she was coming. She just barely managed to stifle the shrill cry of pleasure that rose in her throat. Her cunt and clit seemed to burst and flame with fulfillment, and hot cream spewed all over her stroking finger.
After a few delicious moments of writhing and coming, Michelle drew her hand out of her pants and grinned sheepishly. So she'd finally masturbated and made herself come. It was every bit as wicked as she'd imagined and every bit as fun. She knew her folks would be horrified if they found out. And she knew she'd do it again.
Meanwhile Carlo was fucking Nadine like a pile driver, slamming his rock-hard meat furiously in her flooded steamy cunt. They were both howling loudly, and the bedsprings were creaking. Michelle thought it was a good thing the rooms were soundproofed.
She also knew it was a good time for her to get out of there. She wanted very much to watch Carlo
and Nadine when they came, but that would be risking discovery. Better to sneak out now while their attention was wholly absorbed in their wild love-making. Reluctantly she crawled out from under the bed, quietly opened the hall door, and wheeled out her cleaning cart.
"Ahhhhhh," Nadine wailed, "you bastard, you're making me come."
Michelle grinned and shook her head wonderingly as she closed the door. There certainly were a lot of wild ways to make love. She was seriously tempted to try some of them herself. Maybe it was foolish to wait for marriage, as Kurt kept arguing. Maybe she should just phone him, make up, and let him ball her.