Chapter 1: Introduction
Tom strolled down the hallway of the luxurious pleasure resort, the plush carpeting cushioning his footsteps. He glanced at his neatly pressed green uniform before pushing open the door labeled 'Housekeeping.' Laughter and muffled music escaped the room, and he stepped inside. If this was his fate, then he would embraced it with a wide smile.
Three women lounged on the enormous bed, sunlight spilling across their glowing skin. Tom's supervisor, a round woman with a blonde beehive, beamed at him.
"Ah, this must be our new cleaner! Welcome to Paradise, I'm Bambi." She tilted her head. "Ladies, say hello to Tom. He'll be taking care of the, uh, cleanup in the mornings."
The three women smiled, and one with a diamond on her finger waved him over. "Hi there, Tom."
Introductions complete, Tom approached the bed, nerves tickling his stomach. His eyes surveyed the trio, curiosity piqued by their confidence.
Bambi patted his shoulder.
"Best get to work, Tom. Pleasure's waiting!"
Unsure of what to do, he gulped. "Can I, uh, use a towel or something?"
The diamond-wearing woman chuckled. "Of course, darling. Comfort for all!"
Tom wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist and glanced around the room.
The women resumed their intimate play, shamelessly caressing each other's bodies.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, he approached the nearest one—a buxom brunette with a tiny, black thong. He knelt Next to the bed and tentatively touched her hip.
"Take it off," she commanded, a devious smile playing upon her lips.
Slowly, Tom eased the fabric down her thighs and over her heels, casting it aside.
Her glistening pussy greeted him like a burst of sunlight, inviting him in. He marveled at the warmth emanating from her core, inhaling her earthy musk.
He took another deep breath, knowing the women craved an eager servant. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against her pelvis. The brunette sighed and tangled her fingers in his hair.
"That's it, lover boy," she murmured.
Parting her folds with featherlight touches, he teased her. She arched her back, offering more.
Taking the cue, Tom dived in, hungrily tonguing her slit. The woman squirmed beneath his touch, responding to each lap and stoke of his skilled tongue. His cock stiffened behind the towel, reacting to the weeping sex mere inches from his panting mouth. He held her thighs steady, pushing his wanting tongue deeper.
"Oh, yes, just like that," she moaned, throwing her head back. Her firm breasts heaved with every labored breath.
Tom pressed his thumb against her clit, snaking his tongue in and out of her wetness. She snarled her delight.
The other two women watched, hands wandering over their breasts and thighs. He lavished attention on the brunette for several more minutes until she gasped, clutching his head and grinding against his face. Tom couldn't help but smile behind his veil of black hair.
Bambi reappeared at the foot of the bed, monitoring Tom's work.
She patted her hip, motioning for him to come over.
"Very good, Tom. The clients remain content, and you haven't made any messes. I'd say you're a worthy investment."
Tom swiped his mouth, avoiding her gaze, then he scurried to her side.
"Now, Bambi, I must ask—is this always how it goes?"
A smirk crossed her lips.
"Well, I can't deny you'll encounter some kinkier situations.
Every client has their quirks and preferences," Bambi explained, winking. "But remember, it's essential to keep things light, cater to their needs, and above all, make their pleasure yours. She patted his back, ushering him to a bustling hot tub. "You'll get the hang of it, Tom. Now, let's see if you can handle our next client.
But that's the beauty of working here. It's a never-ending parade of raunchy, lust-filled twists and turns!"
Bambi smoothed her hands down Tom's still-toweled waist.
"Work with me a little longer, and you'll learn how to ride those waves!"
Tom considered her words, still watching the mess on the bed as the women writhed and moaned.
"And Jane? What about her?"
He couldn't stop thinking about the brunette.