Ask her to show you to your room

She smiles almost imperceptibly at your request, then nods.

"Very well, follow me."

You're led up a narrow flight of stairs and into a long corridor, which seems to run the length of the converted building. Your room, number 6, is about half way down. As you pause outside the door, Cathy points down to the left end of the corridor.

"That's where the staff rooms are. Mines Number three."

Then she takes your key from your hand, unlocks your door and leads you inside.

As soon as you step across the threshold, before you've even had a chance to take in any of the rooms details, Cathy grabs your shirt collars and with a practised yank rips it open, then pulls it off you and tosses it into the corner.

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can she's undoing your belt and unbuttoning your trousers, and yanks both them and your underpants down around your ankles with one efficient tug.

"What're you doing?" you say stupidly, understandably shocked.

"Simply welcoming you to our hotel," she says primly, and gives you a double handed shove in the chest that sends you toppling backwards onto the bed. She reaches under her skirt, and with just a little undignified leg hopping pulls off her sensible panties, tosses them after your shirt and then pounces on top of you.

"Now, I'm rather busy, so let's keep this brief for now, shall we? I have to return to the desk soon, so I'll keep my uniform on." 

She takes a firm hold of your cock and begins to squeeze and tug on it briskly, and despite your surprise find your self hardening under her touch.

"Now, I can get you ready in short order," she says, "But I will require lubrication. There should be a bottle in the bedside cabinet... but perhaps you're skilled in the art of cunnilingus?"

She stops working your cock for a second and looks at you expectantly, one eyebrow raised.