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Bellboy (mm) 1/2
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-The Bellboy-
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
Part One
"Bartender, another round for me and my
partner here." Bill Sullivan called out as he
indicated the two empty glasses in from of them.
"Right away." The tall man at the far end of
the counter answered.
"I still can't believe it, Jim." The 40 year old
said to the man standing next to him as two fresh
drinks appeared before them. "I can't believe we sold
the whole fuck'n package."
Jim Donaldson just smiled as he took a slip
of his drink. He knew his partner was well on his
way to getting plastered, but tonight he really didn't
mind. They had come to New York on their yearly
excursion to the big city, a chance to make a few
good sales. Today they had signed a contract with
a major store. The commission on this one alone
was going to be equal to four months salary for each
of them.
"We lucked out all right." Jim quipped. "But
if you keep downing that stuff like there's not going
to be a tomorrow you're going to miss out on a
little surprise I'd planned for later."
"What surprise?" Bill asked as he put down
his drink.
"You remember Becky from our trip last
year?" Jim whispered as he learned closer.
"Becky....." Bill repeated as he searched his
mind for the name.
Jim make a quick popping sound as he
opened his mouth into a O, then he closed it just as
fast.
"Oh Shit!, Becky" The 38 year old
exclaimed as remembrance filled his eyes. "How
could I forget....best fuck'n head in New York."
Well she still works here in the hotel, I'm
sure we can work out an encore performance of last
year."
"Fuck'n A!" Bill replied as he drained the last
of his glass before slamming it down on the bar.
Jim also finished his drink, taking his time to
savor the taste. In his minds eyes he was also
savoring the memory of the maid they had met on
last years trip who was willing to put out for extra
tips. The thought of her tight, experienced mouth
wrapped around his hard cock brought a pleasing
warmth to his groin. For a few bucks, they could
both get their rocks off. Their wives kept a tighter
rein on their spending than the company. As much
as they'd like to, they'd never be able to hide the
money they'd have to spend to get a hooker up to
their room.
Exiting the bar, they wandered into the Hotel
lobby. They went up to the front desk and asked the
desk clerk there where they could find Becky
Carlson, describing themselves as old friends. The
young man looked at the two of them for a few
moments, then decided that the two well dressed
men didn't look like kooks. He directed them to a
small office on the other side of the lobby. When
they reached it, the sign on the door read Domestic
Services. Under it, in slightly smaller letters was the
name, Rebecca Carlson, Assistant Director.
They hesitated a moment, no longer sure that
this was a good idea. Looking over his shoulder,
Jim saw that the desk clerk was still watching them.
"What the hell, nothing to loose." He
thought as he rang the small knocker on the door.
" Come in." Said a feminine voice from
behind the door.
Watching the door close behind the two
men, the desk clerk went back to his business.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" Rebecca
Carlson asked as she looked up from the papers on
her desk.
Both men were taken aback for a moment.
The woman in front of them barely matched the
image of their memories. Rebecca was in her mid
thirties with dirty blond hair. She was sort of plain,
although each of them had recalled her as pretty.
They also remember her as having enormous breasts,
but failed to recall that she also weighed close to
160 lbs. Between the alcohol and the thrill of getting
blown, they had both created a whole new woman.
"I'm sorry, I think we made a mistake." Jim
said as he tried to excuse themselves. "We were
looking for someone who used to be a maid here."
"Well I used to be one, I've only had this job
for the last year." Becky said as she took a real long
look at the two men. "Wait a second, I remember
you two, about a year ago...right. Just before I got
my promotion."
"Er, yeh." Bill answered.
"You'll have to forgive my not remembering
you right away, gentlemen." Becky continued. "It
wasn't like I performed that special service for every
guest, but it was over a year ago."
"Of course, we really didn't expect you to
remember us." Jim said, trying to think of a graceful
way to exit.
"Oh really, then what may I ask are you
doing here?" Becky said as she rose from her desk
and walked around it to face the two.
Each stood silent, not knowing what they
could say.
"Well how this for a thought." Becky said as
she leaned back against the desk. "You're on your
annual trip to New York and you have reason to
celebrate. So one of you decides, why not find that
maid from last time and see if you could get a few
cheap blowjobs like you did last time. Am I close?"
The red shading of both men told her she had
hit it right on the money.
"Well sorry to disappoint you gentlemen, but
that's not going to happen
"Of course, we didn't mean to imply..." Jim
said.
"Bullshit!" Becky laughed. "That's exactly
what you meant to imply. But don't worry, I'm
actually not offended. I kind of like the idea that
you enjoyed yourself so much that you'd come back
for another try."
Both men felt a little relieved that they had
gotten out of a very embarrassing situation.
"Tell you what, what I will do is meet you in
the bar in about twenty minutes and let you buy me
a drink to celebrate my new job."
To which Jim and Bill readily agreed.
A half hour later, Becky was sitting with Bill
and Jim in a isolated booth in the far end of the bar.
After a few drinks, none of them were feeling the
least bit awkward about what had happened.
"Too bad the hotel doesn't have a few more
maids as dedicated to customer comfort as you
were." Bill joked.
"Oh we do." Becky shot back with a smile.
"I really can't blame any of the girls for doing
something that I've done myself."
Both Jim's and Bill's eyes opened wide,
perhaps the night wouldn't be a total loss.
"Unfortunately, all three of them are off this
evening." Becky finished.
"Damn," Jim muttered.
"But I do have an idea, although I'm not sure
if you would be interested."
"Hell, I'm so horny, I'd fuck a goat!" Bill
said.
Jim shot him an angry look. Drinks or not,
that wasn't language you used in public.
"Well, if all you guys are really interested in
is getting your rocks off, we happen to have a really
cute young man on the night shift who I happen to
know is really attracted to, how shall I put it, older
gentlemen."
"A faggot!" Bill said. You want to send us
up a faggot?"
"It was just a suggestion." Rebecca replied.
"I mean he is really cute, in a feminine way. And I'm
told gay men really give the best head.
"Well, forget it!" Bill snapped.
Rebecca was about to get up to leave when
Jim motioned her to stay.
"Wait a minute, Bill." He said softly. "Lets
not be too quick about this."
"What......" Bill stammered. "You really
want to think about this."
"Lets just say it might be kind of interesting."
Jim continued. "What the fuck, we're both grown
men. You can't tell me you've never been curious
about it."
Bill looked at his friend. Deep down he knew
he had indeed been curious about being with a man
several times in his life, but he never would've had
the courage to been the first to admit it. Instead the
"fuck'n faggot" reflex had immediately shown itself.
"Then should I set something up for you?"
Becky asked.
"Is there a way you could set it up but leave
it that we could back out if it didn't feel right." Jim
asked.
"Hmmm." Becky thought. "You could wait
until the end of his shift, that's at 11, and call down
for some ice or something. Ask for Kevin. When he
comes up, you could see if it feels right. If not, you
can just thank him for the ice and send him on his
way."
"Not a bad idea." Jim answered. "I think
we'll try it."
He turned his attention from Rebecca to Bill
and asked.
Will "we" try it, or should would you rather
wait down here in the bar.
Bill thought about it for a few seconds, then
said.
"No, "we" is right.
Both Jim and Becky smiled.
"Kevin, take a bucked of ice up to 234."
The night manager said to the tall blonde bellhop.
"Oh come on, Mike." The Bellhop said in a
voice tinged with disappointment. "I'm out of here in
10 minutes, can't Steve take it up."
"Sorry pal, they asked for you by name." the
manager said. "Maybe they want to give you a
special tip, it says on their card that they're checking
out tomorrow. Some guests do that, so you don't
think they stiffed them after you busted your ass
doing stuff for them and they miss you at checkout."
"Ok, boss." Kevin said, thinking that he
didn't even know who was in 224, much less why
they were requesting him personally. But a tip was
a tip, every bit helped.
"Hey, Kevin," The manager said just before
the elevator doors closed. "When you're finished,
just take the freight elevator down to the locker
room. I'll sign you out at 11, that way you can make
up some time."
"Thanks." said the voice from the elevator
as the doors closed tight
Ann Douglas
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