Answer the door

Miguel opened the door to find a young Asian woman there, dressed in a black and white maid outfit. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was the same lady he had seen getting her brains fucked out in the stairwell only a few minutes ago. She still looked disheveled from the experience, but she gave him a tired smile and a polite curtsy. Regrettably, her necklace was red.

"Good afternoon, sir," she said. "May I service your room?"

"Yes, by all means," he replied. He had only just gotten there and barely used it, but he hoped her necklace would cycle back around while she was in the room.

He stepped to the side to allow her to come in. She giggled as she passed, making sure she "accidentally" brushed his rising cock with her hips as she did. "The little tease," he thought. He prayed to Lady Luck that her necklace still had another cycle in it. He sat down and watched as she did her little routine around the room: dusting, cleaning, straightening, tidying, the whole thing.

She was clearly a pro at this. She always bent at the waist, and she seemed to take the most time on tasks which required her to bend over and expose her ass to him. Her tiny skirt rode up and exposed her cute little panties each time. Those panties were a little stretched around the seams, he noticed, from being stripped off so many times.

Miguel's erection was straining at his trousers but her necklace stubbornly would not change.

He focused his attention on Camila, pulling up her feed on the tablet. just as he had hoped, the little rebel twat was being bent over the bar by the patrons. The geniuses who had invented this place deserved a special place in heaven.

"All done, sir," the woman said, with a giggle. He stood up, and her eyes flitted down to his cock.

"Are you going to do anything about that?" he demanded.

"Today's not your lucky day," she giggled and gestured to her still red gems. "Perhaps tomorrow will be better." She blew him a kiss and left to head down the hall.

Miguel's cock felt like it was going to burst now. He needed some relief and he wanted to take out some of his frustration on Camila. He grabbed the tablet again and moved through the options, looking for something appropriately sadistic. However, under "Advanced Options" the options were all greyed out, with a pop-up that read "Contact Tech Support." There was a phone number listed.

"I'll be damned, they should not be locking me out from anything," Miguel muttered angrily. He called the number from his room phone and a pleasant sounding woman answered.

"Hello, sir. How can we help?"

"This is Miguel the Rehabilitation Officer in room 227. My tablet has options locked out, which is completely unacceptable!" He was starting to launch into a self-righteous tirade but the voice on the other end of the phone gently cut him off.

"We are very sorry to hear about that, sir. It was merely that the more advanced options need to be explained thoroughly so they can be used to their full potential. If you would kindly come down to the IT room, we will be more than happy to assist you." She sounded almost excited, as if the prospect of a visitor was a rare treat. It disarmed him, to the point that he had no response. So she continued, "Just come down to the basement level, we are the last door at the West end. See you soon!" She then hung up.