A maid

She didn’t say anything, just smiled and shook her head. They both just stood there until she waved him in.

“We’ll come on, are getting in or did you just want to flash me?”

He stepped in next to her and her cart. The doors closed and they continued towards her floor.

“Well?” She said. He looked at her not knowing what to say. “Are you a streaker… are you a flasher… what is with the whole nudity thing?”

“You don’t seem very fazed by it.”

“Honey, I’ve seen plenty of dicks in my line of work. You guys who take the ‘do not disturb’ signs off the handle, strip naked on the bed, and masturbate until someone, which is me, comes in.”

“Do you get them in trouble?”

“Naw, they are paying customers. As long as they don’t try to touch me I’m fine. And besides, I don’t know how I would even tell my boss. ‘Hey, look so there is this guy jacking off in room 212.’”

“How old are you?”

“*scoff* What, are you going to ask me out? And how old are you, anyways?”

“I’m 18, almost 19. Just wondering how long you have been working here.”

“A few years.” She was non-specific on purpose. You never knew these days. She could be an old-looking young person, maybe around his age, or a young-looking old person. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a standard hotel maid uniform, with a lengthy skirt. He was really bad at telling. He could read her mind, but she didn’t want to tell him and he liked that mystery about her.

“So what next, naked dude.” She said as they arrived on her floor. She pushed her cart out to continue her job.