The cleaner

“We need something down-to-earth, something ordinary that involves interaction. The guests should feel that you’re really part of the spa’s daily routine.”

He suddenly grinned.

“I’ve got it. You’re the cleaner now. The men’ve just been eating sweets and ‘accidentally’ dropped loads of them. They’re rolling all over the place – under the loungers, under the tables, between the guests’ legs. As a cleaner, it’s your job to pick them up. On all fours, of course.”

I blinked. “Seriously? As a cleaner?”

“Exactly. It makes for great, dynamic photos. And the guests find it funny. Come on, put a little white apron over your bikini; it looks professional.”

I tied the tiny white apron around myself. It barely covered anything. Then I got down on my knees.

The floor was covered in little, colourful sweets.

I began to crawl.

First I crawled under a sun lounger. My bottom stuck high in the air, the red bikini stretching tight over my buttocks. I stretched my arm far forward to reach a sweet. As I did so, my face came very close to the legs of a man wearing only red swimming trunks.

I crawled on to the next table. Three men were sitting there. I had to bend low under the table. My head came dangerously close to their crotches. One was wearing red trousers, the others just bathrobes.

One of the bathrobes ‘accidentally’ slipped open. For a brief moment, I looked straight at an older man’s semi-erect, thick cock. I flinched back, turned bright red and quickly crawled on.

“Sorry…,” I mumbled sheepishly.

The men laughed quietly. “No problem, cleaning lady. Carry on.”

I crawled between the sun loungers. Again and again I had to bend down low, bottom in the air, my upper body almost on the floor. Several times my face came within centimetres of the men’s crotches.

A young man in red trousers was sitting there with his legs spread wide. As I reached under his lounger for a sweet, his trousers slipped up a little. I saw the distinct bulge of his cock beneath the thin fabric.

Another man, older, had his bathrobe tied only loosely. As I leaned forward, the robe opened completely. His semi-erect, thick cock lay exposed, just a hand’s breadth from my face. I froze for a moment, then hurried on, my face burning red.

Jan was running around with the camera the whole time, taking loads of photos – from below, from the side, from behind. He seemed to be having a great time.

“Perfect, Lisa! Lower down! Closer still! Yes, just like that!”

For me, it was extremely uncomfortable and embarrassing. I crawled on all fours between the men, my bottom raised high, my face repeatedly just centimetres from their crotches. I saw cocks – young, hard, old, thick, semi-erect. Some could only be glimpsed beneath thin fabric, others lay exposed because the bathrobe had ‘accidentally’ gaped open.

I tried to remain professional.

‘It’s just a bit of fun… I’m the cleaning lady… it’s all part of the job…’, I told myself.

But my body reacted differently. My nipples were rock-hard, and it was getting wetter and wetter between my legs. The humiliation and the constant proximity to male genitals turned me on in a perverse way.

Jan particularly enjoyed photographing the moments when I was crouched deep under a lounger – bum up, head down low, face just centimetres from a cock.

Once I even had to squeeze myself sideways under a table. My face ended up right between the legs of a man in red trousers. The fabric stretched taut over his obvious erection. I could feel the heat.

I crawled on, collecting sweet after sweet, always on all fours, always with my bum held high and my upper body bent low.

The men grinned, made jokes and kept dropping new sweets.

Jan laughed quietly behind the camera.

“That’s exactly the interaction we need.”

I was flushed, sweaty and extremely aroused when I finally picked up the last sweet.

For me, it was a humiliating but harmless clean-up operation.

For the men in the red glasses, it was one of the hottest scenes of the day: a completely naked Lisa crawling around on all fours between them, bottom raised high, her wet, glistening pussy and little arsehole on full display, whilst her face was repeatedly just centimetres away from their hard cocks.

Jan took hundreds of explicit photos.

And all I could think was: “I hope this is over soon…”