Erica

on the second floor, erica was dusting the framed pictures that lined the walls. she was a mature lady, 38 years old, her skin a faint shade of brown all over. Every once in a while, she would check to see if anyone was around. when she was satisfied, she would go back to her dusting. as she got to the last painting, she heard one of the lifts open. she moved herself a little closer to the wall, trying her best to hide her body from whoever was coming. "I tell you mavis, all this place needs is a little switch-up" an elderly man said as he walked out of the lift. he rounded the corner, and the couple's eyes fixed on the apron-clad erica. she smiled, and waved. "that certainly is a switch-up" his wife replied, chuckling. erica blushed, and smiled at them. "hello there. are you enjoying your stay?" she asked. "well, you certainly seem to!" the gentleman replied, laughing loudly. Erica laughed with him, her cheeks a faint shade of red. "it's our boss' way of cutting costs and boosting customer numbers. he does work in funny ways." erica explained. the couple nodded. "well, try not to catch a chill" the gentleman's wife exclaimed. erica nodded, and the couple headed to their room. 'wow, people may actually be kinda chill with this' erica thought to herself. she pulled her arpon outwards a little, and stared at her breasts. she smiled, and carried on with her cleaning.