Norma Egan - The curious maid

He shouted for her to enter, and the scene was just the same as before-the unmade circular bed, Jay just starting to remove his wet swim trunks-except that Kristi wasn't in the bed. Michelle heard the shower running. She set the drinks on the bedside table and started to leave, but Jay reached out and caught her wrist.

"You forgot your tip, Michelle," he said.

She blushed and stammered, "You don't have to tip me, Mr. Sommers. It's a thrill just to serve you.

He pulled her closer to him and frowned right

into her up turned face. "Honey, that's a silly attitude. In this life you gotta grab every chance you get. If somebody offers you money, take it. You're a very pretty girl, Michelle, but you won't get ahead on looks alone, believe me."

Michelle didn't know what to say. Not only had he called her pretty, but she was standing so close to him, she could feel the radiating heat of his nearly naked body. As she stared at him, he pulled her even closer, till her braless tits touched his chest, and then kissed her.

Michelle damned near wet her pants with excitement. She gave a muffled cry as the famous star began to kiss her, and then her whole crotch seemed to glow and moisten with lusty arousal. Jay Sommers wriggled his tongue into her mouth, and Michelle moaned and went limp against him. She could feel his cock starting to rise.

"Hey, where's my drink?" Kristi called from the bathroom.

"Coming right up," Jay answered.

He released Michelle and delivered the drink, taking his time, without any sign of panic, even though his beautiful young mistress had almost caught him kissing the hotel maid. He handed Michelle a five dollar bill and rested his hand on her waist as he escorted her to the door. She was trembling so excitedly, she could hardly walk. As Jay let her out, he grinned at her.

"See you tomorrow, Michelle," he said.

"Yes, sir," Michelle sighed.

She went off in a daze, hardly aware of what she was doing. Jay Sommers, the biggest star in Hollywood, had kissed her. He knew- her name,

said she was very pretty. It was all just too much. Head in the clouds, Michelle turned a corner, pushing her cleaning cart ahead of her, and ran over someone's foot.

"Sonofabitch"' the man shouted, hopping up and down.

"Oh, my gosh, I'm sorry," Michelle squeaked. "Are you hurt?"

The injured man looked at the teenage blonde, who was also jumping up and down-with concern. Her ripe round tits were jiggling crazily in her tight red t-shirt. He forgot his hurt foot, smiled, and stepped closer to the pretty hotel maid.

"I'll live," he said shortly. "What's your name?"

"M-Michelle, sir," she said, blushing hotly.

Michelle guessed the guy to be about forty, though he was in excellent condition-deeply tanned, powerfully muscled, walking with easy feline grace. His black hair was just starting to recede at the temples. He was wearing only swim trunks, and Michelle found herself gawking at the thick mat of black hair on his broad chest.

"Well, Michelle," he said, "I won't say anything this time, but you better keep your mind on your job from now on. You won't last long in a career if you screw up."

"I know, sir," she said, hanging her head.

"You can clean my room now," he said. "I'm going out for a swim. I have one of the penthouse suites-Carlo Rossi."

Michelle blushed hotly. My God, she really had screwed up. Here was the guy that Ray Benton had told her to be extra nice to-and the first thing she did was run over his foot. Humiliated, she hurried

on down the hall to clean the Rossi suite, leaving Carlo Rossi to stare after her. He watched her round wobbling little ass, smiled faintly, and then continued on to the elevator.

Rossi's suite was even bigger and more expensive than Jay Sommers'. It took Michelle a full hour to clean it up, make the giant bed, and put fresh linens in the bathroom. It was so big, in fact, that when she finished she couldn't remember the way out. She took what she thought was the hall door and ended up in another bedroom instead.

Fortunately there was no one in the room, but she heard someone entering Rossi's room. Just like yesterday she was trapped in a potential spying situation. She didn't really want to spy this time, but she couldn't go back into Rossi's room with people in it, and she didn't know who might be in the hall.

"Forget about changing," she heard Rossi say. "Just come here."

"Is that all you ever think about?" said a scornful female 'voice.

"Is there something better to think about?" said Rossi.

"You really are an animal," the woman said. "I'll do as I please, thank you, and right now I want to get out of this bathing suit."

To her horror, Michelle saw the doorknob turning. The woman was about to enter the room where Michelle had accidentally strayed. Michelle quickly crawled under the bed. Then she heard an angry screech, and door flew open. The woman was holding the knob, but Rossi was dragging her back into his room. Michelle, cowering in the

shadows under the bed, had a perfect view of everything.

"Let me go, you bastard," the woman snarled. "I'm not your slave."

"You are if you want my money," Carlo Rossi said gruffly. "You wanta go on living like this, baby, you do what I say. And right now I wanta get laid-so get over here and get your clothes off."

He let her go, and the woman stood there fuming. She was a black-haired Amazon, almost six feet tall, superbly built. Her blue-black hair fell straight and thick to her waist, and her huge heavy breasts jutted straight out, threatening to burst her tiny bikini bra. She didn't look like a real woman-she looked more like some horny adolescent fantasy of a woman.

"Pig," she spat.

"Aw, come off it, Nadine," Carlo said, starting to look impatient. "Take off that swim suit and come to bed. I want you, baby."

"Tough," said Nadine. "I don't want you."

She turned on her heels and started into the other room, but Carlo came after her, much quicker on his feet than seemed possible for a burly bull-like man. He seized her from behind and hauled her roughly over to the bed. They crashed onto it and started wrestling.

"Frigid bitch," Carlo snarled..

"Selfish prick," Nadine shouted.

Michelle didn't know whether to laugh or not. It certainly was a strange way to make love that's all she could say. Nadine was apparently Carlo Rossi's mistress. He'd brought her with him, given her a room connected to his. But she didn't act like it.

She fought him tooth and nail till finally he seized her skimpy bikini top and tore it off.

"Ohhh, damn you," Nadine cried, "just look at that."

"I'm looking, I'm looking," Carlo chuckled.

Nadine had enormous long breasts, literally the size and shape of watermelons. They looked extremely heavy, and each was easily as big as Carlo's head. Her nipples were large, too, cone shaped and light brown. The fantastic jugs shook and swung violently as she went on wrestling with Carlo.

He was laughing, trying to pin her down, but in a moment his patience faded and he ripped off the bottom of her bathing suit. Michelle couldn't help seeing the naked Amazon. Nadine had a very large muff, dark and triangular, that seemed to cover the whole lower half of her belly. The lustrous black fur seemed to attract Carlo, for he -moaned and buried his, face in it.

"Get off me," Nadine whined.

Far from obeying, Carlo pressed his face even tighter against her thick black muff, and he slid his hands under her round naked ass, cupping the firm cheeks, and pulled her tight against him. Michelle saw his tongue snake out, red and wet, and wiggle into the dense fur, seeking Nadine's clit.

"Oooooo," she moaned suddenly. "Damn you, Carlo,don't."

Carlo gave a muffled laugh and went on tonguing her small red clit, flicking and lashing it with an expert tongue tip. Watching from her hiding place, Michelle was starting to get aroused already. All she had to do was think of some guy