Gerry's New Job

“My name is Gerry Grant, I believe you have a reservation for me.” The receptionist jumped a little as I spoke. It seemed her mind was elsewhere. It was the middle of the night, so I was willing to forgive her. She was the only other person I had seen since the helicopter pilot had pointed me towards the hotel lobby.

Let me back up a bit. I'm Gerry. I'm English, 32, fairly average build, I work in retail management, and I can not afford to stay at this resort. At least, I don't think I can. I tried to look it up on the internet, the only thing I found was that it was part of the most exclusive hotel chain in the world. The cheapest room in the cheapest hotel in the group was more per night than I earn in a month. This was probably more expensive than any of the others because it is not listed anywhere. I knew it was on an island, because the helicopter pilot told me, the only way on or off was by helicopter. Exclusive-get-shot-down-if-you-don't-know-the-password-helicopter. OK, then. I knew the building had four floors above ground, because I can count. I knew this sort of exclusivity was not cheap. I knew there was some sort of shopping mall inside, because I had been offered a job running it. That's why I was standing here with my best suit in my suitcase after 13 hours of travelling.

The lobby was nothing special. A long desk opposite the automatic doors. A currently unmanned smaller desk off to the left with the concierges’ cross keys symbol above it. Either side of the reception desk were arches leading beyond. Only one other person besides me in sight. The attractive female receptionist.

“Are you alright?” I was beginning to suspect the receptionist wasn't concentrating.

“Yes, Sir. I'm fine. Sorry, what was your name?” She was squirming on her seat, like it was hot. Her face was flushed and she was breathing erratically. She didn't seem alright.

“Gerry Grant. I've got an interview tomorrow, the email said there would be a room for me tonight.” I explained.

She stopped squirming, gave a shudder and softly moaned. Even as tired as I was, I recognised those symptoms.

“You just had an orgasm!” Did I say that out loud?

She smiled nervously. “Yes, I did. Sorry. It's Randall's fault.”

“Huh!” My mind was hadn't quite processed the fact that a woman was sitting in front of me having an orgasm. That she openly confirmed it was too far.

“He bet me I couldn't get through this shift with a vibrator in my pussy, and nobody noticing. I think I just lost. Excuse me a moment.” She stood up, reached under her skirt and pulled out a large pink vibrating egg. I could see it glistening as she turned it off and put it on the desk.

“Uh. What was the bet?” Well, you would have asked if you were me.

“If I won, he would have to lick me out every day for the rest of the week. I lost, so that means I owe him a blow job every day.” She didn't seem to be embarrassed about either the sex toy between us or talking about the terms of the bet. I wasn't really used to this sort of talk, especially in the lobby of a hotel and with a potential future colleague. She didn't seem worried as she continued.

”And, because you asked, I lost a second bet, so I owe you one too.”

“Huh?”

“A blow job. Would you like it now or later? I finish at 6am. I could come to your room?”

I wasn't sure what to say. I hadn't booked in yet and the first person I met wanted to suck me off, in the lobby of the hotel I wanted to get a job at. While she was on duty. Had I entered the twilight zone?

“Oh! I haven't given you your key yet! I'm sorry.” Her fingers tapped at the keyboard briefly and she was all business. A key-card popped out of a machine, and she handed it to me with a couple of pieces of paper.

“These are your room details, and this is your key. Room 204, lifts are round the corner. Um, I can see you are tired, so I'll see you tomorrow. I won't forget I owe you blow job.”

“Oh, err, right. Umm, it's OK, you don't have to... you know... You don't know me, so it's alright. Really. I won't tell Ronald.” I was sputtering, while trying to pick up the paperwork, my suitcase and my composure. Bits of my brain were thinking about blow jobs.

“It's Randall, and I don't renege on my bets. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr Grant.”

“Call me Gerry.” I responded automatically as I headed for the lifts. I kept my head down as I pushed the call button and rushed in as soon as the door opened. I jabbed the number 2 button and sighed as the door closed.

204 was not far from the elevator. My key-card worked first time, and I was soon inside. I hooked the Do Not Disturb card on the outer handle and closed the door. The room turned out to be a suite. I had entered a lounge area, with three comfy chairs, a coffee table, a desk and office chair and a set of curtains that I assumed covered a window. I moved further in and saw a door to the bedroom. A king size bed sat in the very middle of the room. A room that was nearly as big as my entire flat back home. Wardrobes lined two walls and more curtains covered a third. The bathroom was nearly as big, with a huge bath and a shower that could probably hold four people.

“These people sure know how to make someone nervous before an interview.”

I was too tired to worry about it anymore, and after getting mostly undressed I collapsed onto the bed and was asleep in seconds.

****

I was dreaming about the receptionist. She was sucking my dick expertly. It felt so real. I could feel the hardness of my 9 inches as she gently took more and more into her warm mouth. She dragged her soft lips along the shaft every time she drew her head back. The tongue fluttered against the underside as she slowly slid back down to my crotch. In the dream, I could feel her breath from her nose on my moist shaft. I wanted it to last forever but I was losing control. I felt the cum rise up from my balls and surge into her waiting mouth.

It was then that I realised I was awake and she was actually there, drinking down my semen.

“OH, sorry, I didn't realise... I thought it was a dream.” I was spluttering again. She giggled.

“I told you I would see you this morning. By the way, my name is Sally.”

“Ah. Pleased to meet you. How did you... I mean why... Umm... Thanks.”

“You are cute when flustered. I told you I owed you a blow job. Actually, I enjoyed it, you have a nice dick.” She wiped some errant sperm from her chin.

“Thanks. Again.” Hopefully I would start making sense soon. Sally stood up and straightened her clothes. I caught an enticing flash of pussy hair before she got her skirt in place.

“Also, I have a message from management. Your interview has been delayed by a day. They would like you to enjoy the resort today as their guest, all expenses paid.”

“OK. I can manage that. I'd like to look around anyway.” Finally, something sensible to think about.

“Cool. I'm supposed to tell you to ask for Jelena if you want a guided tour. She knows everything that goes on here.”

“Right. Jelena. Who do I ask?”

“Pick up a phone and ask whoever is on the desk.” Sally stood up, and straightened her clothes. “Right, I'm off to get some sleep. If you need another blow job let me know. I will only charge you one orgasm in return.” Sally waved as she turned away.

“That sounds fair. I might take you up on that.”

“Any time, Gerry.” I head the outer door close as she left.

I looked at the clock. 6.27am. Nothing to do today, late night yesterday, sexually satisfied. Back to sleep I think.