Hospitality

“Housekeeping.”

Quick check: clean vest? Check. Smooth sleeves? Check. Zipper up? Check. Buttons buttoned, belt fastened, shoes tied? Check, check, check.

After the pitter-patter of bare feet on tile and the fumbling of locks, the door before you opened to Sana and Miyeon, clad in plain white bathrobes.

“Heyyy,” Sana greeted with a smirk. Miyeon wiggled her fingers at you from behind Sana. Once you stepped in, the doors locked, and both ladies grabbed on to one arm each.

Excited? Maybe. Anticipant? Definitely. You’ve been in this position already, after all.

Sana lightly slapped your chest with an airy thud. “I see you’re finally wearing the shirts we got you. Doesn’t he look cute, Miyeon?”

Miyeon leaned her head over to scan you from neck to waist. “It makes you look older. Mature.” She winked at you. “Our age.” You felt your cheeks flush.

It must have been your second year or so in the hotel when you were first assigned this pair of frequent guests. Everyone begged you to endorse the calls to them instead, some higher ups warned you about their… eccentricities. But here you were regardless, a call boy to who must have been the two most angelic human beings to exist.

You always tried your best not to stare, but you still ended up doing so anyway. Miyeon was a little more dismissive, smirking at you like you’d just struck a weird pose; Sana was much warmer, a bright toothy smile greeting you. Both made your heart leap equally.

Being so smitten with them made the hurt of tonight’s circumstances a lot more uneasy.

“Ahem. Thank you, ma'am. If I may ask, how long will you, um, have me tonight?”

Miyeon stopped, pulling you back just before you entered their bedroom. “Why does that concern you?”

Sana leered at her. “Oh, come on. We can drop the role play for a quick second. But,” she turned to you, “she has a point.”

“Well, Manager Izumo – y'know, the old one – he’s out on leave tonight. And Assistant Manager Cham is… a bit too tough on our turnover time.”

“Nonsense,” Miyeon reassured with a light slap on the chest. “Give him a call. We’ll vouch for you.” You caught her giving a wink to Sana.

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you cautioned. “He can be temperamental.” The ladies seemed to ignore your pleas as you entered the bedroom.

“Here, you can sit by the telephone,” Sana gestured to the edge of the bed. Before you could start pressing buttons, the two knelt down before you and started fiddling with your belt and waistline.

“W-wait, I thought I was going to–”

“You will,” Sana smirked. “But if you’re a good boy and last the whole call without giving us away, we’ll give you a reward.”

“Just keep talking, do what you gotta do,” Miyeon added. “But we’ll start when the phone starts ringing. And if you moan once, we’ll leave you hanging.”

“M-miss–”

Sana got up and kissed you on the lips. “Do it for us, baby,” she caressed your cheek. “Please?” Before you gave any response, the two started making out in front of you, intent on assuming your yes from the erect cock now standing before their eyes. God, how easy it was for you to be caught in their whims.

Miyeon gave your shaft a playful flick, watching it bounce with a grin. “Go ahead, dial.”

You dialed up the local of the manager’s office, and the two gently brushed their fingers on your shaft, Miyeon from above, under your head, and Sana along the veiny underside. You pursed your lips, desperate not to breathe in too loudly as the phone rang once, then twice.

“Hello? How do you have this number?” The voice on the other side was instantly recognizable.

“Mr. Cham? Yes, I’m calling from Room–”

“What?” He recognized your voice instantly. “Haven’t I told instructed you to not call using the room phones? This is outrageous,” he continued.

Glancing back at the two, they stared at you as tongues swirled and played around. Miyeon smiled as she bared her neck for Sana, making trails of saliva on her neck.

“Well?,” Mr. Cham scoffed.

“I–I understand…,” you trailed off, immediately pursing your lips as Sana and Miyeon’s lips continued crashing against each other with gusto – this time with your cockhead between their mouths.

“You understand? No explanation or rationale? No apologies?” Miyeon shot a dirty look at the phone.

“I’m sorry, sir…”

“This is very unprofessional of you,” he continued, Sana and Miyeon ravenously lashing their tongues around the sides of your shaft. “It is either you don’t do this around Manager Izumo, or you do it behind his back. And in either case, I’m disappointed in you. I can only hope the guests are not there with you.”

“Hey! I need some help with the kitchen here!,” Sana shouted in the other direction, faking a scenario. You widened your eyes as she replied with a mischievous smile.

“Cooking?! You know you can’t do that! And in front of the guests?! You better– I’m gonna– Just you wait till you get here. I’ll give you a proper sitdown when you’re not on the other end of a guest’s phone line!”

“Sir, I–” you choked, as Miyeon suddenly swallowed your cock whole, doing her best to mute her gagging behind shut eyes.

“Don’t you dare have an emotional breakdown in front of the guests. Pull yourself together, get out of there, and come to my office, now!,” he fumed.

“But, s-sir,” you heaved, with Sana doing the same, swirling her tongue around your base. “T-the kitchen t-thing…”

“I will send for someone else. This is the room with the young lesbian couple?”

Sana let go of your cock with a pop, her mouth still agape alongside Miyeon’s in scandalous horror.

“Lesbians?!,” they said together aloud, Manager Cham making a faintly audible yelp.

“I’ll have you know your profiling is a lawsuit waiting to happen!,” Miyeon growled.

“M-miss, I–”

“Now look what you did! He’s crying here!,” Sana lied, giving you a wink. “How could you be so cruel to one of your best employees!”

“M-my apolo–”

“We heard everything, by the way,” Miyeon butted in. “I can’t believe you treat your employees like this in the first place.”

“And we would like to declare that your employee’s presence here is very welcome,” Sana added in. “And until he’s fit to continue his duties, he will stay here with us, and away from you.”

“T-that’s understood, miss…”

“And get me the manager,” Sana scoffed. “The real one. I assume he’s out tonight.”

“Y-yes–”