This is for the person who wanted the name Mary in a story. You will have to give me your email address sometime.
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I work at a hotel, small but clean, we get lots of summer traffic but in the winter things slow down, that is how the business is. My name is Sara and I work the midnight to 8 am shift as the night Auditor. It gives me my days to myself and many nights it is so slow I lock the door and take a nap so I have plenty of rest if I want to stay up all day.
I'm a petite brunette, not a girl the guys go for, being small I also have small breast. I don't use a lot of make up and working nights I don't hit the bar scene or the partygoers scene. That leaves me to my own devices when I get the urge for self-abuse or gratification.
I guess that's why when this girl checked in and asked me about the local action I couldn't give her any details, only where and what time they were open. Her name was Mary Sellers, she was in her late twenties, 5 '7" and about 130 pounds. Like me she didn't wear a lot of make up, her hair was worn in a ponytail and she was dressed in jeans and a pull over. Thinking back I guess small minded people would think of her as a dyke or lesbian.
Around one AM I heard a car pull in and looked out to see Mary getting out of a car with two guys. They seem to be laughing and the way they were walking they appeared to have had too much to drink. About thirty minutes later a call came in from Mary's room, she wanted to know if I could bring her some extra towels.
Since it was a slow night and it was late I told her I'd bring them to her room, usually the guest have to come to the desk to get these things. So I locked the door and put up the message to ring the bell or call our number to gain entrance, then went to deliver the towels.
Before I knocked on her door I could hear them laughing and Mary was giggling about something one of the men had said. I thought how fortunate that I had placed her in a room away from other guest so that their noise wasn't going to disturb anyone. At my knock the door swung open and one of the men stood there in his under shorts holding a bottle o beer. I could see the other on the bed with Mary both of them were semi nude. Jake, the guy at the door, bowed and begged me to come on in and join the fun. I offered him the towels but he took my arm instead. As I was pulled into the room, Jake closed the door and took the towels.
He asked me what my name was and when I told him he introduced himself and his friend Jason.