The Hotel Trade

Melissa had only ever wanted a career in the Hotel and Catering industry and she had finally landed her dream job. She was Night Manager at the most prestigious hotel in town; she had been in the job for just over a month and she was loving it but the job was not without its pressures. The high-end clients expected the very best and whatever went wrong was laid at her door.

Hotels do not like to admit it but the very best hotels can provide ANYTHING which the client desires. All five-star hotels have the telephone number of a number of escort agencies which means they can provide the very richest customers with services which are not in the brochure but which the Night Manager can call up if asked. Melissa began her shift at 10pm that Friday and the phone call came through just before 10.30.

International Leisure had a double booking and they could not provide the girl who had been booked for Suite 14. They were extremely sorry and would give a huge discount for the next girl who was booked but, this late on a Friday, they simply did not have another girl whom they could send.

Melissa sat at her desk overwhelmed by the scale of the disaster. Suite 14 was permanently reserved by a multimillion-pound company of Investment bankers and, in that suite at this very moment was the International Director and an important client from Eastern Europe. Booking just one girl for two men to share was not meanness but Melissa knew that some men (vile creatures that they all are) get a major buzz out of using one girl and fucking her silly between two men. They were up there now getting all horny about the girl who was due to knock on the door at 10.30 sharp.

There was only one option. Melissa ran from the room to find her deputy and babbled out that he would have to take over for the rest of the night. She took off her name badge and her black uniform jacket and borrowed an expensive looking coat from the staff cloak room. Then she took the lift to the top floor. It was just 10.30 as Melissa stood outside the door to the suite and steadied her breathing. She was resourceful and she could do this. She knocked on the door.

A voice bade her enter and she found herself facing two men who were reclining in the lavish seating area with whisky glasses.