Carol did want Thalia’s help

“Yes,” Carol nodded. “He would recognise my voice -- we’ve worked in the same office for a while.”

“Ok, then,” Thalia said. “But this time you are in charge. You set the rules. I’m just there to help out. I’ll step over to reception and see if there is a brief or any notes.”

“What do you mean?” Carol asked. “What’s the brief?”

“Some clients give specific instructions or have particular requests. Things that are part of their own fantasy world. It’s helpful for us to know that sort of thing. But it’s also the place where the reception staff can make some notes based on anything they picked up on when the guest made the reservation. Carlos has been coming here for years and I must have serviced him half a dozen times so I know exactly what he wants. I’m expecting a big tip based on that last performance. But this next guy is new and it’s helpful to get all the information we can get. I’ll be right back.”

Carol watched Thalia’s ass as she swung her hips out of the changing room. What would O’Rourke have requested, she wondered.

Thalia was back in a few minutes. “No requests other than, as he described it, ‘the works’,” she said. “The girl on the desk got the impression he might not have done anything like this before. Something about making the most of his week here. Probably why he didn’t know what to ask for when she asked.”

“I suggested they put him in one of the more specialist rooms. I’m not sure which one they will have available, but we will see what we are allocated,” she continued. “He should be there in about ten minutes and they will let us know when they put him in the room.”

Carol took the chance to ask a question. “Was how it went with Carlos pretty normal?”

“There’s no real ‘normal’ in this work. Carlos was perhaps expecting a longer session, but he will have been aware that there was more than one person in the room and having a woman ride the dildo gag in his mouth will have been a treat for him. My juices were dripping all over his face and I’m guessing he probably won’t wash that off for a while. But it can be more or less **** depending on how I feel and what the client wants.”

“And do you always get as involved?” Carol asked.

“Not at all. That part was pretty spontaneous and was probably only an option as you were helping. I guess that’s an occasional treat I allow myself from time. One of the perks of the job.”

The receptionist appeared at the changing room door. “I’ve put him in the room,” she said. “He’s strapped in and blindfolded with some soothing music on for now. Room 6.”

“Thanks,” Thalia smiled and the receptionist left.

“Room 6,” Thalia continued. “This should be fun. Let’s go. Follow me.”

Carol followed Thalia out of the changing room and down the corridor.