[Fiction] The Luxurious

[AnalAriana]

Please give us more. You are THE best writer on getdare!!!

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It's a monstrous climax, and I milk it completely, forgetting everything else as my seed empties onto her beautiful face, her nose, her cheek, her chin, her mouth, her lips... She opens her eyes after the fact, and I can't tell how she's going to react.

"...you watch too much porn," she tells me.
"I'm... sorry? Got swept in the moment."
"It's all right. Kleenex?"

Instantly, my hand reaches for the box and I hand it to her. She starts wiping my spunk off her face. She doesn't seem dissatisfied at what we just did. Rather, I see a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth - even if that last part, spraying her face, may have been much. She looks back down between my legs, pushing me back, getting down to her knees.

"Let me clean you up, boss," she says.

She swallows me again, using her tongue to wipe the remaining cum off my shaft. I just came, but I'm still hard - perhaps because she's so quickly back on my dick.

"Wow! Keep going..."

She does, for a while at least. It's no good for now. I came too hard - I'm all spent. Still, feeling her warm lips on my cock is just the incentive I need to know I made the right choice hiring her.

"You and I will definitely be spending more time together, Olivia."
"Of course, Melody. Or is it boss?"
"Melody is fine. Get up."

I help her get to her feet, and then I kiss her. She seems reluctant to trade tongue with me, so I don't insist. I can still see her chest panting; I gave her a good ride and she's still recovering.

"...does the rest of the staff know?"
"Actually, as I said before," I reply, "most of them have their turn with me every so often. It's not a... regular schedule. But at least once a week, to keep my body familiar with yours."
"Ok... and... how many hours a week?"
"With your talent? Full-time, for you."
"At three times the basic pay? Can you afford it?"
"I certainly can..."

We are rich. We pay our employees above the basic cost of life because we can and we care. I also pay them high because I like keeping my employees. I like keeping the people I fuck close to me, if I can.

That was a typical interview for me with an atypical girl. Having a Caucasian lady - Olivia Turner, mmmmm, her name rolls off the tongue - in the staff will help broaden our international appeal. And I certainly won't get bored with her. She's very receptive to sex.

"So... where do I start?" she asks me.
"Right here... why don't you clean my office for now. I'll get you some nice clothes to put on, and then, I'll show you around, introduce you to the team."
"All right."

She looks around, wondering what she can do to clean up my office. She sees the torn condom on the ground and picks it up.

"Where do you...?"
"Just the regular wastebasket. There's no point in hiding them. Everybody in here knows how I roll..."

She smiles shyly. She'll get along just fine with everybody else.

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End of Chapter 1
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Next: Chapter 2 - Making the Rounds

[AnalAriana]

Keep up the good wor!!

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I am nine months into this new job at the Luxurious Hotel (my first real job, and hopefully my last too). I'm only 21 years old and already the staff manager. Nepotism. I don't mind admitting it. It's how my family deals with what what they can't handle. I get paid, a very decent salary. All I had to do was renounce my identity. I am no longer Ashara Rehatta, daughter of Limiarti, grand-daughter of Job Rehatta, perhaps the most famous fashion tycoon in Indonesia.

I am now simply called Melody, or boss. Both suit me fine.

I started this new day the best way I know how: with a job interview. This young Caucasian girl was looking for a job. I interviewed her, fucked her, and hired her as a chamber maid. If that sounds odd to you, it probably is, but that is how I operate. I am the head of personnel in the hotel and almost all of my employees have sex with me. This morning, Olivia Turner walked in, got to her knees, sucked my dick, let me fuck her pussy, and then indulged me in covering her face with my spunk. In exchange, she now gets handsomely paid, three times the average on the island, and we will fuck again in a few days.

When I first took the management position, I cleared out a lot of the old staff. I was hired to do that - we were running high on operating costs and downsizing was expected. It only occurred to me after a month to start asking for sexual favors. Here's the weird part. Half of the staff was gone by the time I got my first favor, from my first new hire. She offered. I accepted. Afterwards, some of the local staff heard about it, and I almost lost my job. But then, something happened. Other offers came in from the staff women, and I started indulging plentily. During my second month, I started instigating the 'mandatory sex with the boss' policy. Oddly enough, it worked. It was some kind of issue of fairness. It's still a bit weird to me. I now have twenty-one employees - or rather, Olivia makes 22. All women. Some people would see it as sexist. I wouldn't blame them. It is my choice.

I have had sex with all but one. She is married and will not cheat on her husband. I can respect that. To be fair and to avoid such a complication, I mostly hire independant girls, those unattached or those open to adventure. Of the original staff of forty (hired before I came and started the firing process), only 18 remain.

As usual, in the morning, the first thing I do is to check in with my veteran chambermaid. Her name is Lintang. She is 52 years old, and one of the first women I fucked coming here. She is married, has five kids, including two girls which I have had the pleasure of meeting (and fucking, though not in their mother's presence). Lintang was reluctant at first, but tripling her original pay swayed the argument in my favor (that's where the deal started, actually), and the pleasure she got from my penetration (as opposed to her husband's, a man in his seventies) closed the deal. She is so much more mature than any of the other girls. When I can't find another partner, she is always willing to accommodate me - provided it doesn't get in the way of work. Work first - fun later. Her oldest daughter is 33 years old, named Utama. She works on the beach as a bartender for a different hotel; I had a brief adventure with her in one of our hotel rooms. The other daughter, the cadet Grace, just turned 19, and I had the pleasure of fucking her on her birthday. I was invited to the party, and managed to get her alone in her bedroom. Since then, we have fucked on a few occasions. She drops into my office every few weeks.

I know her mother knows. The fact that we haven't talked about it tells me two things: either she doesn't mind, or she prefers to avoid the subject. Either reason works for me.

That morning after my interview with Olivia, I join Lintang after she has handed out assignments for the day. I go over the details with her, then I present her with our newest recruit. There is always a certain 'unsaid things' scene when a new girl comes in. Everybody knows I have tested her. Lintang welcomes the new addition to the team, and I let them go together.

I have only started my rounds today. There are still many employees I need to meet, and a lot of places I need to visit.

[AnalAriana]

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Hello,
I have not been able to continue this story this week due to my father passing away this week. I will get back to it at some point in the future when the energy to write comes back, but I thank you for your understanding.
- Your interesting writer.

[sub_boy]

I think i can speak for all of Getdare when i say; We are sorry for your loss, take all the time you need, we will be here for you when you come back.

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I have only started my rounds today. There are still many employees I need to meet, and a lot of places I need to visit.

With seven floors to cover, our team of maids has its work cut out. We are rarely at full occupancy. In the slow season (monsoon season), the place is practically empty. The staff still has to work to keep the place clean, but we usually have less people working. When it's busy season (the rest of the year), we are usually booked up a minimum of a third. Then, there's summer - where we actually have to rent condos to house everyone coming in.

I love summers, but it's not until a while. At least, monsoon season is done, so we're starting to have more people in.

My new employee, Olivia Turner, is going to be part of what is called the rotating staff; they essentially cover all the rooms. Lintang does the schedules for them and supervises their shifts; they generally work the single and double occupancy rooms in shift.

When Lintang is not around, Niken fills in for her. The 35 year-old woman is from the old guard, and she's the only one of my employees with whom I haven't slept. I have asked - she has declined. She wasn't even offended. She simply has a wonderful husband (I have met him, and he is a gem). She cannot imagine being with anyone but him. Initially, I considered firing her, but then I realized how much she brings to the place. Lintang handles the dayshifts; Niken works the night shifts. Her husband is a nightshift security guard at a local bank. They have no children - or rather, their only child, their son, drowned four years ago while he was only ten. They have decided not to have any others. The death of their son made them so close - and I would never intrude on that unique intimacy.

Niken is, of course, not there that morning. I still check if she has left me any memos from the night. The file is empty. It allows me to move on.

We have eight luxury suites. A dedicated trio of maids is in charge of its maintenance. Their leader is Utama, a recent new hire. She has only been with us for two months. At 27, with a degree in management, she seemed overqualified. She showed up asking to get experience for a future posting elsewhere - essentially, she wants the Luxurious to be her stepping stone to managing her own hotel later. I respect that. I gave her the conditions to be hired. She waited twenty-four hours before accepting my deal and my rules.

Needless to say, I took full advantage of her employment, and have found her to be quite receptive to my advances. Had I not already enjoyed my fill with Olivia, I might have been tempted to have a go at Utama. It has been a while.

The other two members of the Luxury Suite Maid staff are Dian and Icha. The first one is only 21; although she has a boyfriend, she also does home pornography from her apartment to get more money. There's a video out there (you don't see my face) with me ramming it deep in her ass, with her boyfriend videotaping it. We haven't told him we keep fucking in the hotel, not that he would mind. The second one is 24, currently studying to be a nurse. She enjoys a healthy sex life of which I am a happy part of, every so often. Both of these girls were working prior to me arriving.

The one great memory I have of these Luxury Maids was an official meeting that turned into an orgy. With both Icha and Dian willing to experiment sexually, we ganged up on Utama and gave her the show and thrill of a lifetime. I have high hopes of doing something like this again if we can get the circumstances just right.

I arrive in the area where Utama is working, and check in with her. The Luxury clients in the hotel are quite satisfied with the service, and there is nothing to report. I tell Utama that I may have need of her later in the day, to which she politely acknowledges. After all, it would have been her this morning, had I not scheduled an interview for a new hire. We talk a bit about Olivia, and then I move on to my next destination.

It's important for me to keep a personal contact with most of my employees. I see Utama and Lintang everyday, and I try to see the others as often as possible too. And there's someone else I have to see every single day. Our VIP chambermaid, the one that personally handles the in-building apartments and the Master Suite.

I take the elevator to the seventh floor where her office resides.

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I take the elevator to the seventh floor where her office resides.

As I step off the elevator, I catch the fragrance of fresh flowers drifting down the hall. This floor is in the exclusive care or our most talented maid. She is one of the rare non-Asians working here. At 34 years old, she is still the best looking woman in the entire staff - if not the entire island. Her name is Masha. She comes from Norway. She has been working here for seven years, and she has been in charge of the seventh floor for about two of them. When I came in, I never even considered removing her. Even if she had declined my advances, I would have kept her services without hesitation. She is truly a gem in every which way.

If there's one person with whom I am in love here, it's here. Except that she doesn't do love.

When I first came in and started having sex with the employees, she was actually the one that approached me. She asked why I was doing it, and if she needed to sleep with me to keep her job. I told her the truth: as an employee with a spotless record, she didn't have to worry about her job, that her sleeping with me was not paramount to keeping it. She smiled, kissed me, and then we made love. In the few months we have worked together, I have only had sex three times with her. She is one of the rare few whom I let decide when her time is up.

You may wonder why she gets so much freedom. The truth of the matter is that she tends to the seventh-floor apartments and the Master Suite. She has a satisfaction rating of 99.4% over the two years she has been here. She will do literally anything to make the customers happy. Literally, short of killing someone. There's something in her character that makes her the most devoted employee. She is available 24/7. She is more than a maid - she is a personal servant to the people who lodge in our most expensive rooms.

I love her. Everyone loves her. She is as perfect as can be, and no one challenges that notion. She adores her job, she adores her clients... I wish she adored me, but I have to be content with what she provides. It's always worth the wait, and it's always different.

The first time we had sex, it was in my office. She caressed me for hours before making me come in her hands, and then kept at it until I was hard again, sitting on me, facing me, eyes locked as I penetrated her. It was the most intimate love-making experience of my life. It made me question if I was falling for her, if I wanted to be with no one but her.

The second time, we were actually on a boat with a valued customer, a man wealthy enough to buy our hotel. He was in town for only two days, and all he wanted was to indulge in as much debauchery as possible. She invited ten girls to the yacht for an orgy of food, alcohol, drugs and sex. I was also invited. Our valued customer was quite keen on watching me have my way with all of the girls that had been invited. I spent two entire days fucking, coming, resting, and repeating. In the process, I watched him do the same to most of the girls, including Masha.

What he didn't see was that, after he fell asleep, Masha ravaged me further allowing me to take her in all her holes, even insisting that I spent myself in her delicious ass. I thanked her profusely. Again, once the deed was done and the passion was gone, she became her regular distant self.

The third time was even more intimate than our first. It was strictly the two of us. I had actually invited her on a date (with no relationship obligations tied to it). We ate the best seafood in the world. We talked on the beach, as if we'd been together forever. We walked on the beach in the moonlight. We made love under the stars, in the still of the night. Twice. It was the most quiet, most delicate love-making I had ever done, and it filled me with so much peace afterwards.

It was after that encounter I realized I had slept with three different persons. Masha doesn't have a personality of her own; she becomes whoever she is with at that time. She becomes whatever that person needs. It's a form of mental disease, actually, from what I've read. It makes her the most emphatic person I know. And it makes me ache for her even more. I suppose, in a way, I relate to her.

All of this is still in my mind when I knock at her office door. She is expecting me.

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All of this is still in my mind when I knock at her office door. She is expecting me.

"Come in," I hear her say with her lovely accent.

I walk into her office. It's similar to mine, on the first floor, only a tad smaller. For a moment, a thought enters my mind: we haven't had sex in this room. I put that memory away for later.

"Masha. How are you?"
"Busy, Melody, but I always have time for you."

I sit down across from her; she has a desk, but it's against the far wall, so there's nothing between us. She's wearing a beautiful one-piece orange dress with spaghetti strings. Her blonde hair is curled up a in a knot behind her head.

"So. How are the guests?"

Masha doesn't need to pull up any information: it's all in her head. We have one apartment full (hosting a wealthy family of three from somewhere in the Middle East) and the master suite is occupied by a single traveler from Australia, John Westus, the owner of a private transport company which our hotel often uses for travel arrangements. Masha answers my query in her usual efficient fashion.

"The Hassans need special maid service today for their boat trip. I have requisitioned Ilara."

One of our good general service maids. I don' see Lintang having an issue with lending her to the family for the day. Ilara has done this before, quite a few times. She also particularly enjoys blowing me; she's much more comfortable with it than actual penetration. I've only taken her pussy once since I got here. I believe she has a boyfriend, so she may not want him to know about her arrangement. It is a potential opportunity for blackmail, should I want more from Ilara, but I have no need for that. I am quite satisfied with my harem.

"Wonderful. They leave around what time?" I inquire.
"The husband is already gone to his sports retreat. This leaves mother and daughter to spend the day together."

I try not to bite my lip. The family has been here for eight days now, and they're planning on staying for about three more weeks. Plenty of time to get to know them personally. In fact, I have already started - not that Masha is unaware of it. It's probably the reason she's telling me this.

"They should be back late in the afternoon. Ghada (the mother) usually goes to the pool when she returns. Her daughter is probably going to be spending that time in her room with her cellphone."
"Her name is Hala, right?"
"That's right," Masha confirms.

I nod my appreciation.

"And what about Mister Westus?" I continue my inquiry.
"He actually has several meetings today. He has a reservation at the Pacific Theatre tonight."
"Wonderful. I see you have things well in hand. Is there anything else you need?"

I'm hoping for more, but Masha is self-sufficent. She doesn't need me as much as I need her. It makes me sigh. She seems to understand and smiles.

"Soon," she tells me.
"All right," I reply, trying to curtail my anticipation. "I'll await it eagerly."
"You already have potentially two appointments today," Masha replies, a smile on her lips.

It's true. It doesn't mean I'm not interested in another. But I let it go for the time being. She has work to do, and so do I.

I get up and give her a big hug, then walk back towards the elevator, trying to ignore the sensation rising between my legs.

[AnalAriana]

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My day rolls in slowly, and I get to work, supervising and managing all there is to do in a hotel. Time flies before I even realize the time it is. I barely eat lunch between duties.

Eventually, I wind up at the pool, with a moment to myself. That's when I spot Ghada Hassan, one of our VIPs, resting by the pool in tight form fitting swimsuit. Tanned skin, beautiful curves, gorgeous black hair, she is the definition of a real woman. A mother too.

My mind drifts to three days ago. She was in the massage rooms, being tended to by one of our very own massage specialists. We have two. Ming Xi (Japanese) and Elima (local). The former works almost exclusively with women, while the second one prefers to massage men. It works out great. Ming Xi had offered, as is expected, a happy ending to Ghada. She had accepted. I walked in - discreetly - even Ming Xi's fingers were gently caressing the tip of Ghada's clitoris. Of course, Ming Xi gets naked to do most of her work on her clients.

Walking in on them of course made me hard. I dropped my dress and pulled down my underwear, and went to stand behind Ming Xi even as her fingers explored Ghada's threshold, teasing my cock in-between my employee's butt cheeks. Of course, our guest realized I was in the room and she was quite normally surprised, but then I pulled away, and Ghada saw my endowment. Like practically everyone else, she was curious, so I explained myself to her, and I apologized for intruding on her private time.

The next was elementary. She wanted to see it in action, to find out if it was as real as it looked. I moved closer to her face. First, she touched it with her fingers, then her lips. That was when I encouraged Ming Xi to further the stimulation. My Japanese massage specialist buried her mouth on Ghada's love nest and had her reeling with delight even as I helped Ghada wrap her lips around my shaft. After two earth-shaking orgasms at the hands of my specialist, Ghada wanted more. I delivered. I climbed on top of the massage table, parted her legs and pushed my hardness into her flower. She begged me to continue. She begged me to fill her up.

After the fact, I regretted not using any protection, but I learned that she wasn't sick in any way, and she couldn't get pregnant either. We ended up kissing for another ten minutes afterward, with me partly inside her. She said she loved the sensation of my breasts on her chest. I asked if she wanted this to be a one-time thing, or if she had desires for another encounter. She said that she needed to consider it, that she had thoroughly enjoyed the surprise, but that she needed to make sure her husband and daughter never realized it.

I still remember the roundness of her whole body under my weight. Watching her sunbathe in her gorgeous swimsuit (even if it's not that revealing) is bringing back fond memories and new desires. But not today.

Today, I have another agenda.

I take the elevator to the right floor, walk to the luxury apartment door and let myself in. It's expected for staff to do it. That being said, I'm discreet about it. The doors don't even ring when I use my own keycard.

I'm inside the apartment and I head towards the room that's of interest to me. I stop by the entrance, discreetly stare in. She's there. Ghada's daughter. Hala. Fresh and new. She's lying on her very own king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a very short red shorts and a yellow tank top with spaghetti strings (I can see she doesn't wear a bra, not that she would need one). They both contrast on her tanned skin and long, flowing dark hair. In her country, she'd never be allowed to wear this. In my home, she might as well be wearing nothing.

Three days in. This is the day where I finally get her.

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Three days in. This is the day where I finally get her.

"Hala?" I call the girl out.

She looks back, somewhat startled. Her ass cheeks bump slightly as she twirls to see me. I'm no stranger. She has seen me practically every day since they got here, and we have had a few pleasant conversations.

"Melody. Hi. Didn't hear you."

We share a common language. That is always helpful when trying to get into someone's pants - shorts, in this case.

"Sorry," I fake apologizing. "Aren't you at the pool? I saw your mother down there."
"Nah... didn't feel like sun today."

I look down at her music player.

"What are you listening to?" I inquire.

She tells me the name of the song or the group. It's only a polite question on my part.

"Can I listen?"
"Sure."

I move around the bed and sit beside her. Her tanned skin is so inviting contrasted with the bright colors of her short and tank top. I feel the bulge forming under my dress. It's a bit too soon for that, but hopefully not too much. She plays the music for a minute.

"Never heard this before," I tell her.
"It's great. I can never listen to it at home. My grandparents won't let me."
"Your father and mother are very different from the rest of your family, it seems."
"They are. They're great!"

In her home country, wherever that is, women are second-class citizens. Here, in my hotel, Hala and her mother are free to explore their sexuality and life as they see fit. I know the father/husband does the same. He has booked evenings at a local strip bar, and I know at least one instance (from a previous visit) of an affair with one of the strippers. This particular trip is more about business, but that doesn't mean he won't indulge. People who come to my hotel almost expect that normal rules of conduct don't apply. It makes me smile.

"What are you smiling about?" Hala asks me.

I realize I was lost in my thoughts.

"You," I reply.
"Me? Why?"
"Your youth. Your energy. I envy it."

She smiles, but then becomes serious.

"You're not that much older than I am," she tells me.
"True, but I work here. I have a steady job. You... can have all the fun you want. All the fun you need."

I go for the pity play, and it seems to work. She places a hand on my knee, for sympathy. I feel the arousal coming back; I'm really sensitive today. I make sure that she can't see my erection for now.

"I'm sure you have lots of fun."
"I used to," I tell her, sounding as naive as possible. "When I was your age - I know it wasn't so long ago - before I worked here, you know what I liked to do?"
"No."

I have piqued her curiosity.

"I used to do a lot of daring stuff in the hotel."
"Daring? Like what?"
"Fun stuff. Running in the halls naked. Stealing towels from the carts. Simple stuff."

I see that her interest is still sharp, so I decide to expand my make believe story (it's only partly invented, as it is based on experiences indirectly related to what I'll be telling her).

"I used to have a few girlfriends, back then. We would have parties in our underwear, braid our hair, swim naked, tell each other stories, shower together... whatever we wanted!"
"Wow!" she lets out.
"Don't you have anyone like that back home?"

She almost laughs, but it's forced.

"Nope. I don't really have any friends. Well, no one that I can do things like that with..."
"That's a shame," I tell her, and then I wait.

There's a moment of silence. I hope she picks up my cue. She doesn't. I have to force it out of her; it's always more difficult when it comes from me, but if I want to make some headway, I have to go for it.

"Well... maybe you and I can do something daring."

Her eyes light up: it's the reaction I was hoping for.

"Like what?" she asks.
"I don't know... I... made a lot of suggestions," I tell her. "Maybe one of those? Or something else? What do you want to do - no, let me rephrase. What can't you do at home that you really want to do here?"

The question lingers in the air, and I hope she's going to aim in the right direction. I'm up for anything, of course, but there are a few ideas that top my list, and most of them involve a lot less clothing than we have right now.

Her mind wanders to the possibilities. I can't say anything. It has to be her choice, otherwise she'll feel manipulated. Hopefully, I have built up enough innuendo to sway her decision.