Exchange the Carts

Lucille scrambled out of the service elevator pushing her cart with a heavy breath. Since its doors had closed a withdrawal had set upon her.

She needed to hurry. Deep inside a voice cried for her to just flee, that it couldn't be too late, but the rest of her just hungered. Who needed salvation when you could have fulfilment?

"MARIA!" She exclaimed bringing the cart to a stop. "We need to change carts."

"Excuse me?" Maria was in her 50s and notoriously stubborn about anyone messing with her routine, which included her cart.

"You have your floors to do. You leave me to take care of my rooms."

A sudden shock and an increase in withdrawal twisted at Lucille's stomach. Gazing at the cart the solution just seemed to bleed into the front of her thoughts.

"It's the room supplies. Head office is rebranding and marketing wants to see these in the room." Lucille held up one of the soap bars, it's white wrapper now a charcoal grey. "Even the towels have been changed. The manager wants me to swap all the carts so most of the floors are done by the end of the hour."

Maria furrowed her aged forehead at this impudent news. "Ai-ca-rye." She muttered, her broken english accented heavily. She shook her head and put her hands on her heavy set hips.

"The company, they no care no more. Always want miracles. I almost done an they do these." Pushing her cart away she laid a hand upon the one Lucille had brought.

She gazed over it. Something about it just felt wrong. But maybe that was just her stomach anxious at this new deadline, such a sudden and last minute turn over. She had never seen a rebranding push like this.

"These don't even match the room." She said as she pulled out a towel, it too a charcoal colour. "So dark, they just want these so it easier to look clean." There was almost a warming sensation from the towel in her hand, and a gently scent wafted about it alluringly.

She gazed at Lucille as Lucille was bent partially over the cart breathing heavy.

"You ok? Something look different."

Lucille quickly grabbed Maria's cart and began steering it back towards the elevator.

"Yeah... uhh..." She moaned heavily. "It's just 4 of us in today, right? Need to restock all the carts."

Maria turned away perturbed and grabbed some more towels off the cart. "Yes yes. Change all the rooms. Go." She dismissed with a wave of her hand pausing to wonder just why Lucille was running down the hall. It wasn't like her.

As Lucille stormed the cart into the elevator she spun and hit her floor button and the door closed button in a panic.

As the doors closed she collapsed to the floor in another climax. It wracked through her body compounding with the others waiting for her to get some kind of release.

She threw herself back on her haunches groping herself. Oh how her hard nipples itched against her bra.

As the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened there stood Jeremy slowly brushing his trunk around the room. His soul bitter with always being side lined channeling the idols demonic energy without it's full release into the idol. It all felt so justified, everyone getting fucked like they deserved.

As Lucille pushed the cart out she draped herself across it breathing heavily, her hair slightly frenzied.

Jeremy's trunk lifted her face for a moment. "Almost there." He guided her up and under his trunk for a deep kiss that left her hanging after.

"Straighten out your hair a bit dear Lucille. Imagine how good you'll feel when you get the next cart."

Lucille staggered over to a mirror there ironically just for the purpose of inspecting appearances.

She stopped just as she was about to start her hair. She could swear she had shed years off her face. Her skin was beautifully flawless, her wrinkles seeming to have receded heavily. She appeared well rested and very much unladden of the years of endless long hours. As she went to redo her bun she decided instead to let it drop down and bundle it in a ponytail. She like this, she wanted more... But what more could she ask for?

She turned around to see Jeremy push the button for the elevator. "Imagine what awaits." Jeremy uttered as the elevator arrived.

Lucille quickly scrambled in, thinking about the werewolves and horsemen she had seen in the hall. Their perfect bodies. Thosde dicks, those breasts those... She momentarily ponder the sudden arousal at the thought of the other women, nevermind these animalistic beasts.

She pushed the button for the floor Natalie should be on and braced herself with a wicked smile as pleasure wracked her in reward.

As it lurched to a stop she hustled the cart feeling the withdrawl once again taking hold. How she wanted to just throw herself at anyone, but strangely she felt only one of the changed people could truly satisfy her, and how she would give anything she had left for that.

"NATALIE!" She shouted waving down the hall. How had she never noticed those curves she wondered. Natalie's uniform pressed out upon a shelf in the front, from which it hung as a generous ass peaked from behind it.

Her frizzy hair reached out in almost every direction from the ponytail containing it as dark brown eyes were over looked by slightly bushy eyes brows.

"Oh hey Lucille. What's the worry?" She said with a look of compassion as Lucille parked the cart next to her.

"It's this rebranding. I have to rush to do my rooms after swapping the last three housekeeping carts over." She rambled with a heavy exhale. Pleasure once more starting to emanate from the tusk between her legs.

Natalie glanced at the cart real quick. "Fucking figures this happens when I have four rooms left."

As Natalie glanced back at Lucille as she grabbed her cart she noticed something. "Did you like shed 20 years from your face?"

Lucille blushed momentarily not sure what to reply when she glanced down. "It's the new moisturizer we're putting out. You should try some when you get the chance." With that Lucille scrambled back to the elevator as Natalie began to assess what to swap.

Lucille once again dropped to the floor of the elevator as another climax compounded her body. THe erotic pressure building inside of her, a volcanoe eager for release.

She felt her uniform pants slide gently as the elevator once more opened to Jeremy. Once more he infused the cart this time taking a moment to run his hands down Lucille's sides noting how nicely her hips had flared out. As she once again straightened her hair she couldn't help but think she looked as young, and even more beautiful than the women her son often dated.

How she could show those hussies a thing or two. Make them want her to show them a thing or two. She noticed in the mirror the bright red shade that had taken over her lips. Almost like a candy apple red lipstick, she smiled with satisfaction as a kiss upon the mirror left an imprint of just how perfectly her lips pressed against her reflection. The bright red contrasting beautifully with her mocha skin tone.

As she got off the elevator for her final stop she no longer rushed or hurried. The withdrawal was but a dull ache to her as she strutted down the hall to the last cart confidently. Soon she would have it. Soon all her co-workers would feel this... Great. Just the thought sent a shudder and climax through her body.

"Alisha, we've got a product flip. Take my cart while I restock yours." She shouted into the room where Alisha was in the midst of changing sheets.

Lucille felt a tightness forming in her chest as she walked back to the elevator. The tusk within her was nonstop resonating a pleasurable hum with that tingling electric sensation having spread throughout her body. As she waited for the service elevator she unbuttoned her uniform shirt. She ran a hand across her taught abs. She kneaded a breast free from her bra to embrace the euphoria of groping herself. Her A cup breasts quickly swelled past a b and sat at a generous C as the elevator door opened.