He finally hadthings running well enough that the weekend staff could handle almostanything that would come up, and the on call staff could handle vir...uallyanything else. Virtually. The way things had been going the last couple of weeks, that one littleword made Angel nervous. *Paranoid much?* Lena teased. *Just realistic. Whacha up to?* *Frantic last minute cleaning. We have some important guests coming todinner tonight, and Mom wants to make a good impression.* *Need any help?* *That would. It was something her girlfriends did when they were touring around the country performing at strip-clubs.Derrick was usually there, making sure the fans didn't get too close or grab her ass. He liked to work out most of the day and used his muscle to intimidate Racquel's fans. When he couldn't make it to the shows, Racquel liked to party it up, teasing her fans in ways that would have infuriated Derrick.She liked running her hands over the muscular day-laborers that came in, and sitting close. "Fuck me, David, fuck me with your big hard cock!" I cried as he pumped my wet, little cunt. "Oh, yes," David moaned, as he continued furiously fucking me doggy style. "You hot little bitch, I love fucking you so much. Elli, I'm going to cum. Yes, yes, oh yeah!" "Come on, lover," I screamed. "Give me your juice, squirt it in my tight, wet cunt." Seconds later I felt David's cock explode. My own orgasm took over my body as I felt the warm liquid ooze inside me. David kept pumping his big dick. ‘You are all set, sir. Just go to the elevator right there, and George will take you to the top floor. Enjoy your stay at the Dunesbury Hotel.’ George tried to focus on the numbers of the floors they were passing instead of the heated battle of tongues that was transpiring behind him. For the first time in his forty-year career, he felt claustrophobic in the little box. With a sigh of relief, he announced the couple’s floor, and the doors opened. ‘Your suite is the one on the left, sir.’.