"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
licking her clit, and it was enough to make her frantically horny. She'd never had it done to her, but she could imagine how great it would feel.
Or could she? Suddenly Michelle's curiosity was so intense, she wanted to find out for sure. Lying on her belly under the bed, she slid a hand inside her shorts and panties and touched the delicate fur of her mons. She slipped a finger between the soft furry lips and found the small tender lump of her clit. She pressed a fingertip against the tiny organ and began to flick and rim it just like Carlo was doing to Nadine.
"Ummmm," she moaned.
Luckily they didn't hear her, and she knew she'd have to be careful not to make noises again. But she just couldn't help that first outburst. She hadn't expected it to feel so great when she rubbed her clit. It was the first time Michelle had ever played with herself.
Too bad-she should have done it ages ago.
Sighing happily, but softly, she went on rubbing her clit while she watched Carlo eating Nadine's pussy. The big black-haired girl was still struggling, but without much conviction, and every few seconds she gave a helpless screech of pleasure. Carlo clung to her like a leech, clawing her ass, tonguing her small red clit hungrily.
"Stop it, stop it," Nadine whined, pushing against his powerful shoulders, "don't do that, Carlo. Ohhhhhh, God. You bastard, stop! I don't want to-ahhhhhh! I hate you, you prick!"