Let me tell you, running a motel is worse than herding cats. The morning is fine, frenching the nightshift clerk so she's a little more awake on the drive home, checking for emails from corporate, and so on. But as soon as the housekeepers start showing up, it becomes a circus. Most of them live on their own, so coming to work is the first chance for relief they get. I have a more or less even mix of guys and gals in housekeeping, but I still end up with a spare woman coming into my office and riding my dick while I try to type out my email replies.

Of course, once they are out and about and cleaning rooms, guests have at them. Before the new free use laws? Four housekeepers and one head housekeeper would be just enough to keep a 100 room motel going. Now we have to have double that, because inevitably at least one housekeeper will get bogged down tackling morning wood after morning wood while she tries to get to the next room to clean. Then the head housekeeper tries to help, but they're just as likely to get pulled aside. It's like spinning eight plates trying to make sure they all can clock out at a reasonable time.

And then there's getting the guests to leave in an orderly manner. Couples are fine, they take care of themselves. But you also get groups of one gender or the other loitering around the lobby, harassing the new guests coming to rent a room. If it's too bad, I'll wade in there myself, or let a guy or two come around the counter to use the day clerk. Well, I complain about all this, but the pay is good and there's always new people to meet, so it's not as bad as it sounds.

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We have this annual dog show nearby, though most of the guests don't bring their dogs into the lobby, they just move the cages to their room. Maybe it's to keep random people from messing up the grooming? At any rate, there was this severe-looking lady, 5'10", black hair pulled back into a tight bun, curvy body in a light gray skirt suit over a black turtleneck top. We had already checked her in a half hour ago, Elizabeth Clearwater, I think her name was, 36 according to her ID. Anyways, she requests to meet the male housekeeper who will be cleaning and restocking her room during her three day stay. I was kind of looking forward to seeing her let loose, but that's not what happened exactly. Mike came in, and Elizabeth takes a leash out of her purse, fastened the collar around her neck, and asked Mike to walk her to her room. He was as mystified as I was, but lead her out of the lobby as she crawled on her hands and knees.

Can you blame me for following them? Not to mention she had a nice, round ass. Mike opened the door to her room, and the dogs started barking and growling like mad in their cages. Elizabeth wasn't surprised, she just climbed up onto the bed, unzipped her skirt, and wiggled her black thong-clad ass at Mike. He got the idea soon enough, and mounted her. After half a minute of thrusting, the dogs quieted down, and Elizabeth explained that it was a dominance thing. Now that she has established Mike as over her, the dogs won't bark at him when he comes to clean. He hesitated, not sure if she's done with him, but she asked him to finish the job, she needed all the relaxation she can get before the dog show. I moved on, my curiosity satisfied. A couple hours later, and I came across Mike's cart, but he wasn't in any of the nearby rooms. I found him a ways down, shrugging on his housekeeper smock as he left Elizabeth's room. He froze when he saw me, offering a sheepish grin. "Oh, hey boss, just, uh, making sure our guests are satisfied." I raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. "It's fine, Mike, just don't volunteer next time if they don't ask for it."

He nodded sharply and jogged back to his cart. I noticed he left the door open, so I peeked inside. Elizabeth was laying on her back, rubbing her thighs together languidly as she scooped up some jizz from her breast and sucked it off her fingers. The woman had that glaze on her belly, chest, and traces around her face and hair. When I went back to the front desk, I had to pump a load into our dusky-skinned receptionist, Nikki, before I could calm down.