Liz and I now had a dilemma.
We had recently discovered a niche in the hotel business and had decided to effectively turn our small hotel into a very discreet and upmarket knocking house. Of course going for the upmarket slant we didn't use words like knocking shop or brothel, but chose to continue describing our business as a hotel for clients requiring a little more than just a bed for the night.
The hotel having only eight bedrooms wasn't exactly the Hilton but Cavendish House was an old Georgian townhouse and while it looked old world and traditional from the outside the inside was modern but retained some of the original features, high ceilings, open fireplaces and thick walls -- very good for soundproofing and discretion.
After our first accidental attempt at dipping our proverbial toe into this area simply through word of mouth of those two satisfied customers our bookings had rocketed up. Obviously word had spread and while the customers had never specifically asked for sexual favours at the time of booking there had been more than one unsubtle hint that that was the reason for the booking.
Liz, my girlfriend and I decided that we would need to take on at least a couple of staff otherwise we would very quickly be run ragged as the business picked up. With a current average of four bookings a night and a capability of reaching up to eight we were either going to be fucked into an early grave or fail to live up to the standards we had set ourselves. As Liz pointed out the answer was additional staff, the problem with this is we couldn't just put an advert in the local paper asking for experience in the hotel business willingness to screw customers essential.
We had employed casual staff previously but with our new intended range of services none of the previous staff really fitted our needs. With that in mind Liz and I came up with a plan for finding staff. We needed young, attractive and willing men and women who were intelligent enough to be discrete. Liz had stumbled (so she claims) on a website where fake interviews for the porn industry were conducted, fake agent she thought it was and suggested we conduct something similar to get the right kind of employee, the difference between us and the website would be that there actually was a real job.
Liz set up an online advert looking for hotel staff but managed to include sufficient requirements that it weeded out anyone that we felt would be unsuitable for our needs. We agreed there would be a two part interview, firstly a review of the applicants "hotel" skills, cleaning, beds, presentation even bar work and bookings. This gave us the opportunity to further vet the applicants and reject those that didn't meet the look or age group we were going for. Then came the second part which was where we worried things could very quickly go wrong, this would be effectively a sex interview with the applicants needing to show they were prepared to provide the kind of customer service we were looking for.
Because we didn't want this blowing up in our faces and immediately exposing Cavendish House we rented a hotel room at a local hotel chain to do both parts of the interview.
After posting the advert and discarding obviously unsuitable candidates we were left with seven potentials. Five women and two men, all of them aged between 18 and 22. Most of them attending the local university with a reasonable amount of free time available.
Liz and myself agreed we would both be involved throughout the interviews just to make sure there was a second point of view and also we thought it might be a lot of fun.
Liz set up the interviews over the next week with the plan to do no more than two a day, partly to enable us to continue running the Cavendish but also in case the interviews became strenuous so we could make sure we both put in maximum effort.
The first interview was Laura. 19 years old and a business student in her second year. Laura was 5'6" tall with dark hair pulled back into a ponytail which extended to between her shoulder blades. Laura was dressed smartly with a blue pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse, tights and a pair of heels. Her make-up was light with only a touch of eye shadow and lipstick, I also noticed she had neatly manicured nails which were painted in a similar shade to her lipstick. The best part however was her figure, at 5'6" she wasn't tall but her shape was a perfect hourglass, slender legs, full hips underneath a tight waist and then a healthy bust which at an estimate must have been something like a 34D.
Overall first impressions were very good.
Liz led with the first part of the interview which she explained was why we had requested the meeting in a hotel room, running through a demonstration of the standards expected for cleanliness in the rooms and how to make the beds and tidy up blah blah blah, all relatively simple stuff but the plan was to keep it easy so the interviewees relaxed before we then moved to part two.
We had decided that at any point if either Liz or myself didn't feel the candidate was right or unwilling we would quickly end the interview to avoid too much unnecessary embarrassment.
Neither Liz or I so far had noticed any objections regarding Laura so we moved on to part two. My turn to take the lead.
"Ok Laura" I started "the domestic side of the role looks pretty good and we see no issues there, but the customer service aspect is in our hotel even more important than the stuff Liz has shown you so far."
Laura nodded and even made a comment about the customer always being right. Oh if she only knew how right she was.
"And would that be a problem for you?" I asked wondering how far she would take this.
"No, I've done bar work in the past and we had the instruction that even if the customer changed their mind half way through an order, always give them what they want without making a fuss or making them feel bad for the mistake." Laura beamed as if this was a mantra that a previous employer had drilled into her.
"Very good, but you can get some rather personal requests in hotels" I let the statement hang for a few seconds knowing that Laura would probably pick up on it and ask the question....
"What do you mean?" Laura asked with an innocent smile, a smile that I was positive was a mask hiding a more knowing expression but as yet unwilling to reveal it.
"Our clients are mainly business men or women and occasionally after a long day working away from home they look for a little stress relief, we often find they look for that relief from hotel staff, especially when the staff are as pretty as you are." I laid the last part on a bit heavy but I figured a touch of flattery was always good for the ego. "How would you react if one of the clients asked you to help them relax?" I tried to put it delicately hoping Laura would understand.
She didn't.
"I don't understand, what do you mean by relax?" Laura questioned.
