Without checking the pad I was handed, which contained the guest list and their session details, I pushed open the door to room no.2.
"Ah.. Ahh.. Ahh.. Ughmm.. Deeper.."
A middle-aged bald man was ploughing a 20-year-old redhead girl. The girl had her ass up and face buried in the soft bed, a hairy leg pushing the pretty face deeper in the mattress. The bald man was holding her by her hair while going demon time on her tight snatch.
Well.. relatively tight. Cristy was one of the regulars. She did it for the money. University was not cheap at all, even in a small town like this. I didn't know her that well; I just heard things about her in passing from others.
Seeing me, both screamed. Cristy pulled the sheets and wrapped herself in them. The bald man hurried to find something to cover himself. But he missed a step and fell face-first on the wooden floor.
Stepping inside, I put down my pad on the side table and opened the closet where the mop was.
"Your session has ended, sir. You may wash and get dressed." I said.
The man nodded like a madman, then quickly grabbed his clothes and ran towards the washroom. I started mopping the sides of the bed in case there was some liquid. Cristy had her face buried in a pillow as long as the bald man was present. The second the man closed the washroom door, Cristy looked up at me. Then pushed away both the pillow and the white sheets and stood up atop the bed. Her small tits bounced playfully.
Now that only two of us were present, her mental block was lifted, and her perversion was at its peak.
Biting down her lips, her eyes quivered. She stood in a way, showing herself fully to me, as if she were the most innocent girl in the world, desperate for a fucking.
My dick stirred, obviously. But after a glance at her, I kept mopping till I heard,
[Congratulations to Hero Roy for successfully surviving another challenge.]
[20 Survival Points Received.]
When her trick didn't work, Cristy got more direct and went on her all fours, swaying her petite butt left and right.
"Oh, come on, you sexy bastard! Fuck my pussy, will you?"
Before I could reply, the washroom door unlocked and the bald man, now fully clothed, walked out. Cristy once again made a burrito of herself in white sheets.
"Go, wash up." I reminded the burrito with a smile.
She stirred, picked up her clothes while covering herself in sheets, and went inside the washroom.
For the few minutes that she was inside, I cleaned up, changed sheets, and put back everything as best as I could. The bald man kept eyeing me for the whole duration.
Bi bastard were the worst.
If the man were straight, even left alone, he wouldn't feel attracted to me. This was the worst part of this job. I kept the mop ready in case the guy came towards me. But he did not.
Cristy came back, and I guided the two near the counter and left them in the care of another employee.
Cristy kept glancing my way appreciatively. In the heat of the moment, women wanted nothing more than to get fucked. But if one refused or endured as I did, it left a really positive impression in their minds. Because I saved her from more shame, and our relationship was still unharmed.
Of course, it depended on what the woman truly desired when she was normal. If she had a serious crush on me, or if she wished for any reason to come closer to me—my denying her would only fuel her anger.