I look at you bored as the manager walks out of the door. The sliding door locking for the night, the lights on the parking lot dimming. You have only two more guests to check in. A guy way too old for the woman next to him, her heels too high, her makeup too thick. As they saunter away, the guy smacks his companions' ass appreciatively. I sneak up on you, playfully pressing you against the lobby desk. Whispering suggestively in your ear, "What would you think they are up to?" I make sure the guests hear nothing. Stepping away to do my rounds, making sure everything is secure in this rundown hotel. The two guests at the bar nursing their beers, the floors of half unoccupied rooms. One making the unmistakable sound of a couple of hundred dollars being fucked away. All of it reminding me It's just you, me, a hotel full of strangers and a long night ahead....

....The supply room smells dusty and the racks with drinks shake as I plow you against it. A carton of juice dropping from a shelf when I grab the frame to thrust deeper. Your legs kicking as I casually use you again. The sensors in the hallway don't detect our movement, clicking off the light. Leaving us to our business in the privacy of the dark pantry. I groan into your neck, spasm and finish inside you. "Ting" "Ting" Someone rings us in the lobby, probably looking for a smoke, an extra pillow, or possibly to get their turn with you? I sigh, stepping back, letting you drip over the fresh fruits stored below. You need to wash them before putting out breakfast. "I'll go see what they want, think I might be ready for the next round when I'm done." Nothing about that statement takes your feelings about it into account. The cum trailing down your legs, staining more of the produce and floor, more for you to clean up before the hotel doors open at 7. As I walk away, you look at the clock, now illuminated by the hallway lights I trigger. It reads 2 AM, and you know your shift is far from over.

Two employees, an empty hotel. Please message me with a description of your official job, and why you find yourself pinned to the pantry wall.

(noncon/dubcon, Service-sub, humiliation, lotsofcum)

Limits: Anything bathroom related, blood or too heavy violence

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