Hotel Secrets

by Michael Maaz

  Hotel Secrets

  Hotel Secrets

  Midpoint

  Hotel Secrets

  By

  Michael Maaze

  Copyright MMaaze 2015

  ©MMaaze, 2015

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  Please note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By

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  Hotel Secrets

  Business was slow but Victoria tried not to panic. Normally a successful sales woman, companies were just not booking Marriott Conference rooms and suites.

  With a new mortgage and family to support, things were looking bleak. Victoria's coworkers, Stacey and Kelsey, were in the same boat.

  Three smart attractive women who could normally fill the hotel to capacity with ease, bordered on the brink of financial ruin.

  Stacey, a 25-year-old college grad, with a mountain of debt and a fiancé struggling through medical school. Kelsey, a stellar 42 year old divorced red head, with an epic body and razor sharp wit but struggling to pay for two kids in college.

  But it was Victoria who the bank was calling. A delicious strawberry blonde, who handled their threats of foreclosure with poise and class but in truth her heart raced at the thought of her family pushed back to an apartment with a big stain on her credit. Especially since her husband was recently laid off.

  During their usual daily lunch, complaining about how slow business was and what they could do to turn it around, Victoria had an idea. Well actually it was a fantasy that circumstances pushed her to seriously consider. She perked up and felt that spark of life again. Victoria knew the idea was crazy, but something told her to go for it.

  Stacey and Kelsey knew that look. Victoria was up to no good. When she explained her plan, the ladies' jaws dropped. They chastised Victoria for being so deviant. But Victoria being a natural leader who pointed out the few options available, the ladies decided to take a chance.

  Two days and one Craigslist ad later, Victoria took a deep breath before opening her hotel door to Greg. At least that was his given name. A well dressed professional in his early 40's.

  Victoria took control of her nerves as this tall gentleman walked in, closed the door and placed a thick wad of hundred dollar bills on the dresser. Greg turned and looked at Victoria as he began to unbuckle his pants.

  Victoria along with her "girls" down the hall were officially in business.

  Greg was disgusting. Not his appearance but his visible weakness. Victoria noticed everything about him as he pounded away between her legs.

  Victoria flew away. Behind those eyes, there was so much this world would never know. Would never understand about her. The gifts of family, of husband and child felt like weights. Weights that Victoria lifted alone.

  "You like that baby? You like getting fucked you little whore?"

  "Yeah fuck me daddy! Fuck me!!" She could act too.

  Her body taking care of business. Her mind miles away.

  Victoria was street smart. Like really fucking smart. Especially for a white girl raised by both parents. Her early life a cross-country blur on the road. A military family, which meant she knew how to adjust. Her family was as Brady Bunch as it gets on the outside, but Victoria was born at the wrong time.

  A time when the definition of family, of wife as mother was a big fucking question mark for everyone. A black president, gay marriage but the country was predominantly conservative. Christian. No one knew what the formula for happiness was.

  And Victoria was in survival mode.

  "You like getting choked don't you, you filthy fucker?"

  Her words impressed her. Her grip around him was something vicious. Victoria was a natural. This was her first trick and she already knew this weak motherfucker needed to hurry up. A long groan and two strokes later, Victoria had popped her Madame cherry. There would be no reflective crying in the shower. Victoria knew exactly what she was doing. The line she had finally crossed. What she had become.

  Greg got dressed with the pace and shame his marital status dictated. Victoria soon learned that all men are much more confident and willing before they cum. They revert back to scared little boys after the condom fills.

  The $700 dollars on the dresser was the only thing of value he left behind. His wife can have the rest of him.

  Two thousand, three thousand, four thousand…fuck $4750 from one days worth of "work". Why the fuck did Victoria fight the title of whore for so long. They sure make better money!

  The first week had gone by in a blur, but not the first night back home.

  Shopping bags filled with shrimp and salmon, grass fed beef and top choice steaks. Hubbell and Hudson receipt read $397.82. Victoria needed a good story. Her family never ate so well and husband's pride was at stake.

  "So I guess we won the lottery?" His words highlighted the growing tension over the last six months. He was the provider but now this.

  His bitch wife rubbing his failure as a man in his face. Men are bred to provide. Women to produce. Now Victoria is here doing both and it was divinely yet scarily delicious.

  Spooning the gourmet baby food into her toddler's mouth was rewarding. But a sulking out of work husband on the couch made it challenging to enjoy the moment.

  It was times like this that Victoria forgot her marriage and texted Daniel. The Band-Aid, the crutch. He ate and fucked her beyond the realm of a temporary fix. Daniel, her secret lover who filled in her gaps and gave her the glow needed to power through another day as the scripted the happy married working woman…the girl who has it all.

  If only they knew...

  Victoria didn't have to say shit. He took it. Curly hairs was all he saw as he lunged his tongue deep into her waiting slit . Her new shepherd. Guiding her moans. Her gasps into wholeness. Her living high. She an addict. This white housewife who was half role model and half statistic. Giving into the devil. Her secret black boyfriend.

  Her dream.

  It was her parent’s nightmare. His brown cock destroying her future. So many ways, and for so many reasons. Victoria unapologetic, as she flew the cliff.

  "`Why don't sell it?" Asked Daniel.

  "What? I'm not some whore!!!"

  "All women are whores baby. It's just the smart ones who realize it and capitalize on it."

  The truth struck Victoria cold.

  That conversation snaked through Victoria's mind as she counted out the days' take… $5300. Her share after paying Kesley and Stacey.

  They were adjusting in their own way. Stacey stored the cash in a shoebox deep in her closet and took a shot of Patron to numb her to the innocent stares of her fiancé.

  Kelsey stored the cash in similar fashion, spoiling her kids in the best clothes money could buy in addition to paying cash for each semester. She carried the guilt of her new job better than most, but she was smoking again.

  The 7th floor of the Marriott was their new place of employment and with Victoria controlling the "showing" schedule no one grew suspicious. The ladies went to work in their traditional wardrobe. Made their way one by one to the seventh floor and changed. Victoria turned on their temporary work phone aka the "burner" and the clients were instructed on how much and where. She made up names on the visitors log and since business was slow industry wide, no one really questioned the men coming in but not booking rooms. They were doing that before Victoria opened up for business.

  Inside the rooms, the ladies put in the real work.

  The ladies job inside the rooms consisted of manifesting an artificial air of affection for cash carrying married men. The sex was straight, sweaty and repetitive. A job in all the traditio
nal ways.

  An hour at a time. A service station for the flesh.

  Four months of smooth operation and cash stacking created its own problem. The three women began to share a similar fear. How could they ever go back to a civilian job? The money was so good and so fast, how could a regular salary compare? Would they be selling their bodies for life?

  That was the poison Daniel began to whisper to Victoria. His drinking changed him. Normally a sweet, caring listener. A loyal secret lover. But the whiskey made him a plotting huckster. Far from a solution, he was always in Victoria's ear and it began to show.

  Victoria slowly but surely started to doubt the value of being a law-abiding citizen. Her cash flow backed up Daniel' logic. Normal jobs were for suckers. But Victoria had no intention of fucking for money for the rest of her life. But she did like the taste of life outside the law. This underground economy.

  "Baby we should rob a bank," Daniel blurted out as he poured another Jack on the rocks.

  "What? Are you crazy? We can't rob a bank. We don't know anything about it and it’s too dangerous. Absolutely not!"

  "Baby, you didn't know anything about running a brothel out of a hotel either but you made that work. Besides, one job could replace six months of sweaty tricks. Look at this."

  Daniel handed Victoria a bank trade article highlighting the fact that most bank robbers get away with the money. In fact most only get caught because they see how easy the job is and don't stop. The average take being $147,000

  "Three jobs and you never have to worry about money again."

  His words slipped into Victoria's mind as she faded into a deep sleep. Her nap before going back to life as wife and mother.

  She loved the money from whoring but not the title and hated being pinned under filthy men all day. She had to admit, the title of bank robber put her in a position to fuck rich white men over in a way that counted.

  She knew Daniel shared this passion.

  Victoria smirked and closed her eyes. Behind those blue eyes, her gears were turning again.

  The beginning of a career change.

  Bonus Story

  Partners In Crime

  Smashing the petite Latina bank teller's head into the protective glass as she cooed "oh my, oh my, god..mmmm," it was clear Daniel was doing a good job distracting the last on duty teller with a brutal deep fuck from behind.

  Cindy's nametag scraped the high counter with every ram, as her pencil skirt was hiked up over her hips and laced panties pulled down cuffing her ankles. She was immobile other than the intense back and forth rocking motion inspired by her doggy style lover. The 25 year-old entry level banker had made her first big career mistake and it wasn't just because she was fucking a customer after hours.

  Cindy, who has been married 3 years, barely knew Daniel, but after 3 secret motel romps she was in love with his mouth and dick. So much so she didn't notice Victoria slip by with two empty duffle bags to the main vault.

  3 Right-7 left-9 Right-10 left.

  Victoria was good with numbers. Click. But even better cracking a safe.

  A professional criminal in general. A natural thief specifically. Victoria was as good as they come.

  Slipping inside the cold steel vault, she set her stop-watch to 60 seconds as her partner in crime continued doing his "job" in the other room.

  The timing revealed just how much time and effort Daniel and Victoria put into pulling off this heist.

  3 months earlier, while going over their meticulous plan together, Daniel promised to distract Cindy to give Victoria enough time to get in, get the cash and get out. Jealous by nature, the strawberry blonde bombshell wasn't crazy about his "technique" but her fetish for fucking on a 2 million stack of cash swayed her to give Daniel the ok.

  Daniel was quite persuasive during their planning. Particularly when he was in deep in his woman staring into her ocean blue eyes. Truly a dynamic duo, the power shifted between them, depending on circumstances.

  Dragging both bags out of the vault, revealed just how physically strong Victoria was. Her thigh muscles flexing through her black athletic tights. Sliding right past Daniel who saw his slick partner out of the corner of his eye. His cue to finish up.

  Ramming harder than ever, Cindy purring to a loud finish. It was this type of epic fuck that convinced the naive teller to be naughty, shut off the cameras and enjoy an after hours romp with her secret man.

  Victoria meanwhile was almost out the back door until things went left.

  "Freeze! Police!!!" The officer pointing his high caliber weapon directly at Victoria. Head on. Victoria froze. Calm, but counting the cost on the inside. She was going to do a lot of time for this.

  "Put your hands behind her head." He was alone. Victoria realized this was an accident. No alarms were tripped. There was no scheduled patrol. The officer got lucky seeing her coming out of the back as he was inspecting a hunch.

  Victoria putting her hands behind her back as the officer holstered his gun and began to cuff her wondered, "where the fuck is Daniel?"

  Like magic, a 45 Glock came into view. Right to the back of the officer's head.

  Daniel, naked from the waist down, with beads of sweat running down his forehead, looked like half man half beast, with his semi-erect member, cloaked in a sagging condom, pointing his big gun at the officer.

  Victoria's man was in control.

  Pulling the officer back into the bank. Victoria followed closing the back door so all looked normal.

  Cindy, now bound and gagged in the chair, was soon joined by the officer.

  From a slick get away to two hostages, things were not looking good. Daniel and Victoria needed to adjust.

  Pacing for a few minutes, Victoria had an idea. After giving Daniel a smirk she walked over to the officer.

  A muscular stud in his early 30's. From his ring and demeanor, a family man. A genuinely good guy. Victoria hated "good" guys. She wanted to defile him and get away with it. She came to terms with her true nature 3 heists ago. Victoria was a hunter and Daniel loved her for it.

  Daniel watched from afar as Victoria stooped to her knees and unzipped the officer's pants and looked up into his eyes. He actually looked scared. She gave him a reassuring smile as she confidently reached into his boxers and pulled out an impressive flaccid cock. The officer squirmed in mild protest. He did not want to be unfaithful.

  His guilt only fed Victoria's pleasure.

  Giving him one last look, she dove in kissing and sucking away, stroking him between thumb and index finger. The beautiful thief controlling her hostage with her warm wet mouth.

  Cindy looked on stunned. Her eyes bulged as she watched this blonde beauty orally violate the officer.

  The officer's moan's turned from protest to pleasure. He was enjoying being owned and he didn’t know what to do with that.

  Daniel was sitting quietly, with a smile. His cock growing at the sight of Victoria taking control. He knew what she was about to do. They had joked about this move being their plan B.

  The officer was now fully erect was dangerously close to cumming, so Victoria stopped.

  Victoria stood up and methodically lowered her tights and panties past her knees turned around brushing the officer's nose with her incredible ass. She even teased him a bit rubbing his nose up and down, in and out of her crack.