Meanwhile Alisha...

Alisha flung herself onto the bed releasing a deep sigh. It was sort of a work tradition. She'd straighten the sheet out on last time before leaving. As soon as she… She really didn’t want to get up. The sheets smelled so nice and relaxing.

Alisha just lay there feeling herself just relax on the soft bed. She just felt so good lying there, and she should. Alisha thought, she had changed over all her rooms to the new stuff. In fact she had been so busy with that she had failed to notice the carpets turning a rich crimson, the walls now a charcoal hue and the ebony of the doors and their accenting trim.

The mocha skinned woman was in her mid twenties, she had got the job through her mother who worked in the office. She did this to pay the bills, and put away cash for her true love of life, the beaches of her home country Trinidad. As she absent mindedly fidgetted with her uniform blouses top button she thought about how relaxing it would be to lay on those beaches now, possibly even letting her D cup breasts tan if she was feeling adventurous enough.

She felt a bit flush thinking about her breasts catching the eyes of passer bys.

As Alisha thought about basking in the sun, her hands passively unbuttoned her shirt, it seemed to pull aside, as if drawn open across the bedding exposing her black bra to the room. As she breathed deeply, thinking about the sun, beach, and sea she snapped upright to a clamour.

Catching her breath, she laughed for a moment before wondering how the tv not only turned on, but apparently even ordered a porno, the opening credits of which were rolling.

She paused for a moment as they showed a girl who reminded her of Natalie. The corrupted tv had glamoured over many of her changes, especially the animalistic ones. “Wow. I need to tell Natalie about this…” Alisha didn’t finish talking to herself, she was too busy picking her jaw up off the bed.

As the background echoed with moans this girl licked up the side of a monstrous cock, "My name was Natalie, now... Now I'm just another sex starved slut." Alisha dropped her jaw, she couldn’t imagine the Natalie she knew even having sex, never mind deep throating a cock so aggressively. "I was just a maid. Now I'm a personal servant."

With that final line the intro gave way to the start of the scene. “OH. MY. GAWD!” Alisha couldn’t believe it, it was Natalie. It had to be. The way she sauntered through the hallway was foreign to Alisha, but the uniform, and the three light knocks on the door were all too familiar.

Alisha wasn't one to watch porn, but she felt glued in place wondering just what Natalie would do. It was Natalie. HER NATALIE! Swinging the door open the sexual symphony became readily apparent in the hall as the camera angle switch the show Natalie swinging the door open.

"Did somebody call for housekeeping?" Alisha heard Natalie say suggestively with a confidence she had never seen Natalie portray.

As the camera panned out the room and it’s occupants began to appear. A man was on a rack, his face obscured, he was flanked by two perfectly proportioned porn divas, a third grabbing his cock between them. One an Asian, here entire voluptuous body on display atop its 4” stilleto display stand. Opposite her next to the rack was a toffee skinned blue haired beauty in knee high heeled boots. While a pale familiar looking raven haired beauty flaunted her curves before the cock she held.

Next it showed a buxom beauty riding atop a toned guys face as she sucked on two monstrous cocks enthusiastically. Her perfectly bronze skin contrasted with her blonde hair, her breasts perched full and firmly out for any takers to grope.

Alisha kneeled up on the bed, feeling herself increasingly engrossed by the orgy unveiling on the tv.

Alisha watch intently as Natalie stripped, her uniform discarded with an appealing urgency as she locked deeply into a passionate kiss with the blonde tasting the cocks from her mouth before joining in sucking them.

Alisha let out a low moan as she fondled a breast, quickly struggling to ditch her bra with a desperation she remained unaware of. Thoughts of guys offering themselves so eagerly danced in her head, the control of choosing just which cock to pleasure, or please her as others watched. Even going full lesbian driving guys to the point of squirting their loads on to her and whatever woman wantonly sought to tease alongside her.

Her big brown eyes reflected with the gratuitous sexual images before her, Alisha's well manicured hands diligently danced across her light brown skin, exploring growing sensitivities, and new places to touch herself in the workplace. She was oblivious to the wide open door to the hall and her cart sitting as a beacon to anyone glancing down the hall.

Her arousal grew as seemingly naturally the cocks changed shape, their owners twisted with equine features, or lupine ones, Alisha found herself lusting after the attentions Natalie was receiving as Natalie sprouted her horn and took on the pale complexion and rainbow hair..

Alisha arched her back as she squealed in climax from her fingers delicate performance across her clit and along her slit. It coalesced exquisitely with her clenched breast and rolled nipple driving a growing desire for greater pleasure.

Her hand was down her pants. When did she put her hand down her pants? Alisha wondered slightly as she basked in the pleasure breathing in deeply the alluring scent of whatever detergent had been used to wash the linens.

As she fingered herself more she decided who cares, it felt too great. Suddenly something grabbed her attention. Staring at the door to the room she realized she wasn't alone.