Morning!

The first thing you see when you wake up is the black hair of Bailey, she has her back nestled against you and holds your arm so you are spooning her. As soon as you try to move away from her she pulls on your arm and pushes her butt back into you, you're surprised not to feel an erection.

"Don't you have a client this morning?" You ask hoping this would coax her into getting up.

"I canceled," She answers simply not making any moves to let you go. You're not sure how you feel about that, you hope she canceled because she was tired and nothing else. Just when you were about to ask why she had a loud *gurgle* resonate in the room and you realize you're famished.

"Here's the deal, you let me call room services and we can cuddle until the food gets here." You say giving her shoulder a kiss. She let a whimper out before finally letting your arm go.

You take the phone and tap the food button, it only takes a few seconds before someone answers.

"This is the kitchen, how may we help you?" The female voice asks.

"I'd like breakfast, room huhhh." You say trying to remember your room number.

"1003, what should I tell the chef to prepare, sir?" The employe answers before you can remember. You think for a second and have no idea what to ask for.

" Just tell him I'm famished and ex-military." You answer leaving for this chef to choose what to send up.

"Ok ... We'll send your food up as soon as it's ready, have a nice morning, sir." The female answers before hanging up.

You turn around and as soon as your arms circle the teen Bailey grabs it and forces you back in spooning with her.

"Hmm, you're so warm." The teen mumbles happily and you can't help but find her antic adorable. You settle behind her and let yourself drift back to sleep.

.................................................................Hotel kitchen.........................................................

"Ok ... We'll send your food up as soon as it's ready, have a nice morning, sir." A blonde woman says before hanging the phone.

"What is it this time? Lobster? or worst something like dogs or some weird shit like that?" A gruff voice asks the blonde woman. The blonde employee turns around to face the chef who's preparing another room call.

"He said and I quote 'Just tell him I'm famished and ex-military'." The woman answer looking confused. Usually, guests were very peculiar about anything they ordered here. When she saw the chef's face break into a smile and nod before turning to his fridge and perusing it she was even more confused.

"What is it? Some kind of code or something?" The woman asks finishing to dress a plate before handing it to the hostess waiting.

"I guess you could say that. Famished probably means 'don't send me some fucking fancy dinner made for anorexic teen' and ex-military means 'I'll eat anything you send up'." The chef answers getting a huge slab of meat out of his fridge.

"So you know him then?" The blonde question him.

"Not at all, I'm just happy that for once there is someone who's ready to let me do my fucking job and thrust what I make will be good." The chef answers jovially.

"Call his hostess and tell her it will be ready in 15 minutes." The chef adds before turning back to his work.

The blonde woman quickly opens her computer log to send the message to the assigned hostess but when she reaches the name listed for room 1003 the woman freezes.

"There must be a mistake!" She exclaims turning back to her coworker. The chef just looks at her with a raised eyebrow.

"The name listed has the hostess is ... Miss Ivy ... she ... she never hosted anyone since I came to work here." The blonde informs unsure of what to do. The chef is a bit surprised but he quickly decides that this is not his problem.

"So? If she's the one listed then it's not our problem ... send her the message." The chef rules before returning to his task. The blonde employee turns to her computer and sends the message hoping her ass wouldn't be chewed out for this.

About 10 minutes later the blonde woman sees Madison walk to the take out area.

The blonde woman couldn't help but stare at her boss, she really fucking likes her job. Madison was well known for dressing up extravagantly for no other reason than she liked an outfit, the employee wasn't sure if her boss was going for the whole 'naughty maid' vibe consciously but she knew it was a fucking sight to see. She would certainly bend that naughty maid over the counter and bury her face in that juicy fucking ass is she wasn't her boss. She was roused from her fantasy by the said boss question.

"Is that all for my room, Ronald.?" The milf asks the chef looking at a filled service trolley.

"Yes, soldier boy is hungry and was kind enough to let me decide what to send up," Ronald answers with a smile completely unashamed to have overdone it. When Madison reaches for the cart the chef stops her.

"Wait, just need to finish cooking the eggs and you can be on your way." He says flipping the eggs over and letting them cook for just a few seconds before putting them in an empty space he had left in one of the plates.

"Ronald, he said he was ex-military, not an army!" The blonde says looking at the filled tray with a laugh looking at Madison lead the tray toward the elevator.

"I won't leave a man who served our country starve while in my care, Lexi." The chef answers proudly.

...................................................................Back to John......................................................................

Madison doesn't stop to knock and instead use her all-access card to get into the room, peoples never really expect the same kind of privacy in here anyway. When she reaches the foot of the bed she's greeted with something she didn't expect, it's a cute sight but also one that she doesn't like.

Bailey had canceled her appointment claiming to be ill, but here she was cuddling with you and with no signs of illness at all. Madison was pissed and it was NOT because the little trans-slut was with YOU, no, she was definitely NOT jealous to hear the little whore moan when you shift to look at her with groggy eyes. She also didn't clear her throat loudly because she wants the slut to wake from her perfect little sleep and separate her from you.

You take in the sight before you and can't help but smile, Madison sure knows how to make an impression even to a half-asleep man. Suddenly you feel Bailey jump out of the bed stuttering at her boss.

"M-Miss Ivy ... I can explain ... I ... It was just that ... ... I'm sorry?" The teen finished lamely looking at her feet.

"Yes, I'm sure you can explain why I had to apologize to Ms. Anderson for you not being able to be there, he outright canceled you know. So why is it that instead of finding you ill I find you cuddling with John?" Madison says clearly not amused by the situation. You want to come to Bailey's defense but she did make the choice herself and you always believed in owning up to your decisions.

"I'm sorry Miss Ivy, I have no excuses outside the obvious that I didn't to stop sucking his dick," Bailey says bluntly seemingly ready to face the consequences. You see Madison's eyes narrow before she gets herself under control and let a sigh out.

"Look, I understand John is ... very inviting, believe me. But you can't just skip your duties every time a nice stud is catching your eyes. Now go freshen up and call to ask Ms. Anderson if he is willing to reschedule for after diner. And make memorable, Bailey." Madison orders looking at the teen nods and quickly leave but not before giving you a kiss on the cheek and thanking you for the night. After Bailey has left, Madison is staring at you with her hands on her hips.

"What?" You ask not really seeing why she would be mad at you for.

"Didn't peg you for a sissy lover, John." Madison spits but immediately regrets it. Not only it was completely inappropriate for someone in her position but it was also not her style to judge anyone's sexual preferences. She was surprised when you just smile at her and retort.

"And I didn't peg you for a noisy bitch, Madison." You spit back getting ready to eat. The chef had really had taken your famished comment to heart it would seem.

Madison was taken aback by your dismissive attitude toward her comment, she thought you would be angry at her or worst just ask her to leave. She squirms while you eat and look at her waiting to know why she was still here.

"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that ... it's just she shouldn't have done that and ... I'm mad at her not you but ... " She stops realizing none of that was explaining why she had snapped at you at all.

"Yes, she probably shouldn't have ... just like you shouldn't have tricked me or that you should have knocked before entering MY room." You say without any anger, you just want to give Bailey a break and making Madison realize she could also make mistakes should make her go easy on the teen.

Madison is mortified by what you said, she's looking down and bites her lips while fiddling with her sexy skirt.

"We need to talk, why don't you take a seat." You say wolfing down the most delicious breakfast you ever had...................