Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9

Lately, now working full time, my job consumes a lot of my life, which is strange to say. Before it was nothing but school and then I was part time at a retail store and then part time at a hotel and now I’m full time and didn’t realize how much of it now consumes my mind when it becomes my whole life. Anyways, sometimes it can get pretty boring, and when I have nothing to do, my mind tends to wander and where my mind goes, usually it’s dirty and dark. I guess writing so much about sex and being so consumed by that most of my life, there really is nothing else I do think about…anyways. This was my latest fantasy when it comes to all of that.

I won’t go into too much detail, but as I’ve said before, I work at a hotel which being with the company for over 2 years, my job can vary from day to day depending on how I get scheduled. Sometimes, I’m next to a pool, picking up towels and making sure our lifeguards are ok, another I’m showing guests how to get to their rooms, and doing it 5 days a week and with people staying so long, some tend to remember me… for some reason.

So, I’m scheduled rather randomly to do housekeeping, a task that I’ve rarely done and to this day still makes me a little nervous to do. Being in a guest room, the random things that I find, the thoughts that I get while in their alone. Not so much sexual as getting in trouble for something, dropping something valuable, being accused of taking something or seeing something I wasn’t supposed to.

I will admit, I did see a lot of things I never thought I would while working this job. The obvious lots of condoms, used and otherwise was one. Bondage and sex toys that were sometimes just barely visible in suitcases and other times left out for anyone to see with no shame at all. I more worried about the expensive stuff that may break and what would happen if it was thought of as my fault. It was one day cleaning up a room that a very expensive bottle of alcohol got knocked off and spilled all over me as I was on my knees picking up some trash off of the ground by the desk.

For such an accident, the smart person would have just cleaned it up and left, told their superiors what happened and had them deal with it. In my case, I panicked, cleaned off my uniform the best I could but still smelled like booze. I worried that people would think I was drinking on the job which was one of the few things that would instantly get you fired and decided without a second thought to strip and jump into the shower to wash off the smell the best I could. It all sounded logical in my head, but there was a bunch of things I didn’t consider in the split-second decision.

First, to keep my clothes with me into the bathroom then just stripping them off there in the room, clothes, underwear and all. Next, I didn’t even think about how much time I had left before the guests may come back and thirdly who would be coming back if they did. If I had taken the time with this room, I would have seen 4 luggage bags, guys stuff all around, things that only younger guys would have brought with them, entitled guys who could afford expensive alcohol and this room as well without a second thought.

I was already naked under the hot water before any of that could even sink into my head. Though with such worries and thoughts, I didn’t even hear the door open and the guests return. If I was out there, I would have noticed them seeing my clothes, specifically my bra and panties on the floor, them creeping around as they heard the shower running and one noticing me through the door, I had left slightly open with a view that would have made me blush.

They were watching me, in all my naked glory, washing off all the body soap as I tried to get the smell of whiskey off of my skin. The worse part is, I thought of touching myself, the idea of masturbating in a guest’s room without getting caught was turning me on so much, but that’s when I heard the creak of the door and immediately went to cover myself with my hands. I got out of the shower and tried to reach for a towel to cover myself, but it was yanked away, leaving me wet, and naked in the bathroom.

“Now what do we have here,” one of the guys spoke up, holding the towel in his hand like a trophy.

“Little slut, from the looks of it,” another spoke up.

“Probably walked into the wrong room,” the third said.

“No, she definitely works here, the name tag says Maggie,” I saw him holding my shirt, “I think I remember her from the pool yesterday.”

“Awww man, I thought it was a boy.”

That made me blush and a little angry, through most of my life people thought I was either a boy or a lesbian, which neither were true.

“Guess we were wrong obviously.”

“Please, I’m sorry, I just needed to use the shower, something spilled on me, I need to get back to work.”

That statement was really true, I had to get to the next room, I was on a schedule and if I didn’t check in, my supervisor would start wondering where I was and I didn’t want her to find me like this. I already felt like she didn’t like me as it is, me naked in a room with 5 guys seemed like the end of a job that I really needed.

“Sure, we’re nice guys,” the guy with the towel reached it out to me as if urging me to take it, but I knew if I did, I would be exposing myself and that’s what he wanted.

I tried to get closer so I wouldn’t have to move my arm, but the second I did, he pulled back.

“Come on, don’t be shy, we’ve seen it all already,” he played with the towel, spinning it around, teasing me with it, “give us a little show, and it’s all yours.”

I was embarrassed, blushing red with humiliation and even worse arousal, but I let my hands slowly and painfully drop to my sides.

“The little boy has tits,” the comment made me cover myself again, and filled me with anger.

“I showed you, now my towel and clothes, now!”

“Oh, you think you have the ability to make demands, I think we’ll have to show you who’s in charge.”