Norma Egan: The curious maid

"There's not much to it, is there?" she said doubtfully.

"Don't worry," Benton replied with a perfectly straight face, "we keep the place well heated. You go ahead and change into that, Michelle-there's a dressing room for maids just next to my office. Then you can get right to work."

Michelle went to the maids' dressing room and quickly changed into her costume. She looked at herself in the full length mirror that was provided. She blushed all the way down to her toes, till she was almost the same color as her outfit. There was almost nothing left to anyone's imagination in that tiny clinging costume.

There was a knock on the door, and Benton stuck his head in to have a look at her. He gave an appreciative whistle. "Perfect," he said. "You look great, honey."

"Uh, Mr. Benton-Ray," Michelle said, blushing hotly, "don't you think this costume is a little too revealing?"

She turned to face him as she spoke, and he studied her with a frown. "No, doll," he said, "I don't agree with you. In fact it's not revealing enough. We'd rather you left off the bra."

Michelle didn't think it was possible to blush any harder, but she did. "No bra?" she cried. "But-"

Benton gave her another devastating smile. "Gotta please the customers, honey," he said. "Remember, this is just a hick town in the woods, and a lot of our guests come from LA or New York where there's real action. They're used to costumes like that. We have to compete."

Michelle sighed. "All right," she said. "I'll take off my bra. Then I better get to work."

"Right on," said Benton. "By the way, if you're not doing anything after work, how about having dinner with me in my penthouse? Just the two of us."

Something warned Michelle not to get involved with this man who looked like a friendly hippie but talked like a super-sophisticate. She wasn't ready for him yet. She had enough trouble dealing with a simple small-town mechanic like Kurt.

"I'm sorry, Ray," she said primly, "but I promised my folks I'd be home for dinner. Maybe some other time."

He just grinned at her and left much to her relief. She didn't want to start off the new job by making her boss angry. She went to the supply cupboard, got her cleaning equipment, and started to work. Her assignment was the top floor of the lodge-hotel. On the way up she spotted other young girls wearing costumes like hers, and that made her feel a little less nervous.

Leaving the service elevator on the top floor, Michelle almost bumped right into a movie star.

At first she couldn't believe it. She just stood there and stared, certain that her eyes were playing tricks on her, The outrageously handsome blond man was perhaps in his mid-thirties, wearing skimpy blue swim trunks, on his way back to his room from an early morning swim. His tan body was superbly shaped and muscled-and his face was SO familiar.

"Hi there," he said to Michelle, flashing her a smile.

"H-Hi," she managed to whisper.

It WAS him, Jay Sommers, the hottest leading

man in the movies. Michelle thought she was going to faint with excitement for a moment, but she managed to pull herself together and start pushing her cleaning cart down the hall. Jay Sommers was heading in the opposite direction-no doubt he had one of the penthouse suites.

"Oh, Miss," he called.

Michelle whirled around, her heart pounding. "Yes, sir?"

"What's your name?" Jay Sommers asked, still giving her that famous smile that made her knees go rubbery. She told him. "Okay, Michelle," he said, "would you have two Bloody Marys sent up to my suite, please? Right away."

"Yes, sir," she said.

She didn't have to ask his name, and he knew it. He strode off down the hall, and Michelle called roam service to put in his order. The drinks quickly arrived on a dumb waiter, and Michelle set them on a tray and went to the door Jay Sommers had entered. She buzzed and heard him shout for her to come in.

Michelle walked into a lavishly furnished bedroom where a stark naked girl lay stretched out on the enormous circular bed. Jay Sommers was standing beside the bed, just taking off his swim trunks. Michelle was so embarrassed she almost dropped the tray, but Sommers and the girl didn't seem the least bit upset. As Ray Benton had remarked, they were used to more action.

"Your drinks, sir," Michelle managed to say.

"Oh, yeah, just put them here on the bedside table," Sommers said, stepping out of his trunks. Naked, he padded over to a chair where he'd

thrown his pants, fished in the pocket, and came up with some money which he put into Michelle's hand. She nodded her thanks far the tip and staggered out of the room.

In the hall she stopped, caught her breath, and looked at the crumpled bill she held. It was five dollars-just for delivering a couple of drinks! But that wasn't what was really blowing her mind. It was what she'd seen. In all her life she'd never expected to see anything as spectacular as Jay Sommers without a stitch of clothes-not to mention his mistress as well.

Michelle recognized the girl now from TV and a few movies. She was Kristi Jones, a very young and fantastically built redhead. She and Jay Sommers were apparently living together that year or whatever arrangement was popular among the jet set. Michelle buzzed with excitement as she recalled what she'd just seen.

Kristi almost spread-eagled on the bed, not bothering to pull her legs together when the maid walked in, wantonly displaying her moist pink pussy and her cute little coppery puff of mons fur. She was a real redhead, all right. Jay Sommers nonchalantly stepping out of his trunks, his limp pale prick wagging lewdly from its nest of blond tight curls.

Michelle felt a sudden searing heat in her pussy which was becoming all too familiar these days. Damn it, just from looking at Jay Sommers she'd gotten horny. There was nothing she could do about that right now, though. She'd better get to work, try to get her mind off the sexy scene she'd just witnessed. She took her cleaning cart and

started doing the rooms.

Michelle worked her way slowly back toward Jay Sommers' suite, giving him and Kristi plenty of time to have their drinks and get dressed. She reached the room next to theirs, knocked, and got no answer, so she went in. She was just about to turn on the vacuum cleaner when she heard a girl giggling.

Michelle followed the sound and discovered to her embarrassment that she wasn't in a separate suite after all but apparently in a bedroom connected to Jay's. A partially open door gave her a glimpse of the room she'd been in before, the one with the circular bed. Kristi and Jay were still in there.

"You naughty thing," she heard Kristi giggle, "you wanta ball before breakfast?"

"YOU know me," Jay laughed. "I don't have any scruples. So take your clothes off, baby, and come here."

"Shit," Kristi pouted, "I just got dressed."

"So?" Jay said impatiently. "We're not going anywhere. There's no place to go in this hick town. That's why I brought you here, so we could do nothing but fuck."

"Jay, you're awful," Kristi squealed.

"I know," he said. "Now get undressed."

As she listened to this sexy talk, Michelle blushed beet red. She wasn't supposed to be in an occupied room, and she certainly wasn't supposed to eavesdrop on the guests' conversations. The proper thing to do was to leave at once.

But when would she ever get another chance like this in her whole life? To see a famous star make

love.

Blushing furiously, ashamed of herself but bursting with curiosity, Michelle crept over to the half open door and peered into the next room. It was a perfect setup. She was at an angle where Jay and Kristi were unlikely to look, but she had an excellent view of the huge circular bed. She just couldn't resist. She knew she was going to watch.