Consuela had never walked in on two people having sex before, let alone three.
She had knocked, she had announced that she was with housekeeping, and she had listened for voices. There were none. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, after all, and most of the hotel guests were either at the slot machines and pai gow poker tables or at the lunch buffet.
The two women and the man in room 314, however, were not hungry nor in the mood to gamble. They were too busy fucking on the floor at the foot of one of the queen beds. Consuela saw the longhaired woman first. She was lying between the legs of the shorthaired woman, squeezing her buttocks and licking her pussy from behind. Consuela looked up the back of the shorthaired woman to see the man kneeling by the woman's head as she sucked his cock. He stroked her hair and back. She reached back and held the longhaired woman's head in place.
The man looked up and locked eyes with Consuela. He was surprised for just a moment, but then smiled. Her heart pounded in her chest and the key card in hand became slippery with sweat. The man motioned with his head for her to come in and join them. The women hadn't noticed her yet. She knew Lupita would come along any moment to say hell as she leap-frogged to the next room. She could push her cart into the room and shut the door before Lupita came into the hallway. She could embrace this man and discover if what her lesbian cousin said about the great taste of another woman's pussy was true.
The sound of Lupita's cart drew her eyes away from the man as he started coming in the shorthaired woman's mouth. She shut the door just as Lupita approached and told her the guests in room 314 were still sleeping.
She moved to room 316 before Lupita saw her shaking knees and her nipples pushing out her uniform shirt. She pulled her cart into the doorway of room 316, cutting off any surprise entry by Lupita. She stepped into the bathroom and flushed her face with cold water.
She dried her face, relaxed, and got to cleaning room 316. She started on the beds first, as they were usually the biggest part of cleaning a room. She pulled the sheets off the first bed and wondered if the sheets in room 314 would be balled up into sticky, sweaty knots from three bodies twisting and sliding on them.
She was cleaning the mirror behind the television when she heard the moaning. It was a deep surprised "Oh!" that leaked through the wall every few seconds. She put her hand on the wall. She imagined the man thinking of her as he fucked one of the women. He may know she was just in the next room, and he may be putting in extra effort in hopes that she would hear. Her fingertips throbbed on the wall, but she was unsure if the throbbing was from her pulse or the pounding of a headboard on the wall of room 314.
She pictured the man driving his cock into the shorthaired woman while the longhaired woman kissed his back. She saw him fucking the longhaired woman from behind, yanking on her dark brown hair as she slurped come from the shorthaired woman's cunt.
Consuela groped at her breasts, keeping one hand on the wall to feel the thump-thump-thump of the headboard. She pinched her nipples through her shirt, wondering if the two women would suck on each of them if she were in there right now. Her hand slid down the front of her skirt as she imagined how his cock would feel in her hands, how the women tasted, and how many times she would come with them.
At the sound of Lupita's cart approaching the open door, she turned away from the wall and straightened her uniform. She snatched up the bottle of Windex and sprayed down the TV screen just as Lupita leaned in to ask how she was coming along.
The sounds from room 314 had ended before she was done cleaning the room. She heard them leave, giggling as they walked down the hall. She peeked out to make sure they were gone. The women held hands as the man pressed the elevator button. They were too far away for her to hear their conversation, but the man caught her looking. She squeaked and ducked back into room 316. She waited until she heard the elevator doors open and close before she came out into the hallway.
She stood shaking before room 314. She took gulping breaths and did everything just like before, just like she'd been taught. She rapped on the door with one knuckle, announced that she was with housekeeping, put her key card in the slot, and then pushed the door open.
The main room still smelled of musk. The sheets on one bed were twisted much like she'd imagined they'd be, and they were still damp with sweat. The bathroom was still humid from their showers. Or was it just one shower? She wondered if they'd all been in there. Did the women soap each other? Did the man watch as they rubbed their slippery breasts across each other? Did he fuck them against the shower wall, or over the sink?
She was clutching at herself again. She had never felt this charged. She had walked in on naked people before. She had found sex toys and dirty magazines left behind, but nothing had ever affected her like this. She needed attention, and she needed it now.
She wanted to lie on the messy bed and sink her fingers into her wet cunt, but she was afraid someone would see her from the hallway. She couldn't pull her cart in and shut the door, because Lupita would notice she was missing and come knocking. She took more deep breaths and got back to the task at hand.
She spotted the tip atop the television. Most people left a dollar per person in the room, when they left anything at all, but this was a twenty-dollar bill. There was a note attached to the bill. It asked her not to leave next time and it said they hoped she'd come back before they checked out the next day. It was signed: Robert, Wendy, and Nina.
A rush of heat struck her. She steadied herself on the nearby dresser. Her heart bounced in her chest. Her thighs pressed together, trying to squeeze her clit. She leaned against a wall out of view of the door. She propped her right foot on the nightstand and lifted her uniform skirt to her hips. The crotch of her pantyhose was soaked, and she buckled at the touch of her hand cupped over her pubic bone. She slid her hand inside the waistband and pinched her clit between her fingers. She gasped, loud enough for anyone in the hall to hear. She slipped two fingers inside and was hammered by a hard orgasm that shoved her back against the wall.
She stuck her wet fingers in her mouth while she straightened her skirt with her other hand. She came around the corned with a pillowcase in her musky hand, just in time to see Lupita coming in to ask what was taking her so long.
