Progress is slow but sure

Aiden made his way back to the food prep room, surprised to see it empty. He caught a glimpse of the rounder ass of one woman disappearing through some doors pushing a cart loaded with tainted food ahead of her. He sensed that the rest of the servers were delivering similarly corrupted food and likely helping themselves to some of the people who had ordered that food. He glanced into the kitchen to see the three cooks similarly hard at work. One of the men, the older of the two, was furiously wanking his dick, occasionally spurting a wad of cum onto one of the dishes spread out in front of him. The other two, the younger man and the woman, were gasping and moaning, fucking each other hard. Their combined juices dripped down to fill a large pot on the floor beneath them, probably the start of the soup Aiden had requested they make.

Satisfied, Aiden started to leave when one of the servers came back. A quick probe of her mind let him know her name was Tanya, not that he really cared. She immediately bowed when she saw him.

"My Lord," she droned absently, her mind still clouded with his cum.

"How goes the infection to the upper floors?" Aiden asked, eager to know how things had been going in his absence.

"We have been able to make deliveries to a few rooms and infect the inhabitants. The man I just served began to roam the floor and infect others as well," she said passively.

"Did he enjoy his...service?" Aiden asked, glancing at her pants, seeing several damp spots on them, particularly one large one on the crotch.

"He did," Tanya said, a small smile on her face. Aiden's own expression matched hers as his suspicions were proven correct.

"Good, continue as best you can, the more people we can infect now, the better. It will make mopping up stragglers much simpler."

"My Lord," Tanya said, bowing again and returning to her job. Aiden watched her move about the room for a minute, appreciating the woman's curves, before leaving and heading for the front desk. With the infected spreading through the hotel, there was bound to be complaints about the noise. The sex-driven minds of newly infected was rarely subtle. Better then, Aiden thought, to diminish the chance of the hotel staff going to check on the noise and being transformed themselves. Eventually, someone was bound to notice that staff kept going up but never came down.

Aiden reached the lobby still dressed in his staff disguise. Fortunately, there was only one man staffing the front desk, which should make taking control of them easy. Unfortunately, they were in the lobby surrounded by people, meaning he would have to be careful about how he approached the problem.