25-06-2020, 06:51 PM
I assured Jacque that Denise really was sorry and wanted him to continue helping us. By way of apology, I gave him a $200 tip. "That should cover any medical expenses because of your nose bleed. OK?"
"Sure", he smiled. "Women are just nuts sometimes." We shared a good laugh together.
Later that afternoon, I knocked on door of the Richardson's room. Fortunately, Carie and Derrick were both there. "Derrick, I'm sure you both have heard what happened in our room when our "assistant" moved our bags in."
"Yeah, we heard. It's the gossip all over the hotel right now, Derrick laughed."
"I need to talk to Carie privately for a moment. Would you mind, Derrick?"
"Of course not, Mark. I'll go down and have a drink at the bar."
"That won't be necessary. It will only take a minute. If Carie will just step out in the hallway, I just need to ask one or two questions."
Out in the hallway, I said, "I didn't want to ask you this in front of Derrick, but I really need to know the truth. When your "assistant" unloaded your baggage in your room, did he ... well.. I mean.. did he.."
Carie finished the question for me. "Did he feel my ass or my pussy? Of course he did. As soon as he had a chance, his hand was between my thighs against my pussy. Didn't you notice what our "assistants" looked like. Every single one of them is a hunk.. a handsome, well-build, hung hunk. They were selected for the pleasure of the wives, if they should be interested. They felt us up just to let us know that they were available anytime we wanted to utilize their, how should I say this, ... their "services". If we aren't interested, nothing more happens. Is that what you wanted to know?"
"Yes. That's it. I had to know."
"Unfortunately for Jacque, he got Mrs. Ice Cunt of the century. But he had no way to know that, and he was just doing what the management had instructed him to do."
"Mrs. Ice Cunt?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you, but that's what all the women call Denise. I would imagine the men have other names for her."
"Sure", he smiled. "Women are just nuts sometimes." We shared a good laugh together.
Later that afternoon, I knocked on door of the Richardson's room. Fortunately, Carie and Derrick were both there. "Derrick, I'm sure you both have heard what happened in our room when our "assistant" moved our bags in."
"Yeah, we heard. It's the gossip all over the hotel right now, Derrick laughed."
"I need to talk to Carie privately for a moment. Would you mind, Derrick?"
"Of course not, Mark. I'll go down and have a drink at the bar."
"That won't be necessary. It will only take a minute. If Carie will just step out in the hallway, I just need to ask one or two questions."
Out in the hallway, I said, "I didn't want to ask you this in front of Derrick, but I really need to know the truth. When your "assistant" unloaded your baggage in your room, did he ... well.. I mean.. did he.."
Carie finished the question for me. "Did he feel my ass or my pussy? Of course he did. As soon as he had a chance, his hand was between my thighs against my pussy. Didn't you notice what our "assistants" looked like. Every single one of them is a hunk.. a handsome, well-build, hung hunk. They were selected for the pleasure of the wives, if they should be interested. They felt us up just to let us know that they were available anytime we wanted to utilize their, how should I say this, ... their "services". If we aren't interested, nothing more happens. Is that what you wanted to know?"
"Yes. That's it. I had to know."
"Unfortunately for Jacque, he got Mrs. Ice Cunt of the century. But he had no way to know that, and he was just doing what the management had instructed him to do."
"Mrs. Ice Cunt?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you, but that's what all the women call Denise. I would imagine the men have other names for her."
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