Author note: Home sick today, so just firing off a fast one :) Feedback welcome!

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Marie fished key card from her pocket with one hand, and wiped her bleary eyes with the other. She was dressed like the rest of the hotel service staff—loose-fitting black scrubs, comfy shoes. Although her striking middle-eastern looks betrayed that she probably wasn't part of the housekeeping staff, she appreciated having a job where she didn't have to get dolled up. After all, none of the guests would ever see her.

Double checking that she was about to enter room 220, Marie consulted the guest requests hanging on the door handle: "Oral only, moderate testicle squeezing, expedited finish, swallow." She unlocked the door and navigated the pitch black room from muscle memory, lightly running her hand along the bed to see which side he was on.

She whispered, "Mr. Curtis, this is your wake up call." He stirred, but didn't wake. She lifted the sheet, and slid her head under the covers near his crotch. As requested, she immediately placed his flaccid penis in her mouth, and began lightly sucking. Dicks needed time to wake up too.

Since the guest had requested an "expedited" service—he probably had an early flight to catch—Marie wasted no time once he was hard. It took less than 3 minutes of deep-throating and ball fondling for Marie to be chugging his cum. As she left, she flicked on the lights and turned on the TV to make sure he didn't fall back asleep. She could still hear him moaning as the door clicked closed.

The next few rooms were pretty standard. Room 225 wanted a finger in his butt, and 226 only wanted a handjob. A regular guest in room 230 asked to be edged and denied—apparently he thought it gave him extra vigor for the day. In room 235, Marie found the guest passed out fully clothed with the lights on, clearly still drunk from the night before. It took her nearly 10 minutes of aggressive throat fucking to get him off.

The orders for room 242 caught her a bit off guard: "Woman, fingering, clit licking, moaning (warning: heavy squirt)." Marie rarely got women for wake up calls, with most of the exceptions being couples. As she crawled between the guest's legs, she could tell the woman was on the bigger side. Still better than another smelly dick, she thought. Marie buried her head into the pussy, surprised to find it already damp. After 10 minutes of fingering, moaning, and licking, the woman clenched her legs around Marie's head and—true to the warning—absolutely drenched her face. Housekeeping was going to love this one.

Exhausted but on schedule, Marie approached the last door on her hall. She could feel nearly 20 guests' worth of cum sloshing around in her stomach. Maybe room 245 would also just want to be edged, she hoped. But her heart sunk when she read the request, which was only 2 words: "Bachelor Party."