Oh, Kurt likes that. They shouldn't, they really shouldn't, but they do.
Mr. Molloy's hand is so big as it settles on their lower back, huge and warm through their blouse, fingers almost spanning from hip to hip, and their whole body stiffens at the touch before going soupy and hot, a wave of shivers racing through their body. From where she's sitting, Ginger can't quite see what's happening, where the new owner's hand settles—he could be squeezing Kurt's ass, for all she knows—but she immediately notices them going red. The grin she shoots them is damn near predatory.
"Have fun on the tour~" she coos, waving them off with one hand while the other reaches for her phone. Kurt can practically hear her acrylics clicking against the screen as she attacks the group chat with the new hot gossip:
Freyja beat us all to it.
Kurt, for their part, continues on with the tour as thorough and professional as ever, not commenting on the inappropriate touch from their superior. They certainly don't seem perturbed, if how they keep just a little closer to Molloy as they walk him down the hallway is any indication. They chirp and chatter about the different sizes of rooms they offer, the amenities and costs and overheads, while walking on sheer autopilot towards the only room they really have the key for. Their own.
"So, as you can see, sir, for being one of the standard rooms, it's still fairly spacious," Kurt says, beaming as they lead him inside, silently thankful they cleaned the place up earlier. Tripod and ringlight stuffed into the wardrobe, clamps and cuffs and dildos and harnesses and seventeen flavors of lube all safely stored in the box under their bed. The bed which they knelt on and cooed at the camera from just this last weekend, fingers curling into the bedspread as they lowered themself onto a formidable toy like it was nothing.
The bedspread they're currently petting with a neatly manicured hand, showing the quality of their linens to their new boss. "We take quality very seriously here. Medium-firm profile mattresses with quilted pillow tops, even in our standard rooms. No one leaves the Hotel disappointed, sir."
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Oh, Kurt likes that. They shouldn't, they really shouldn't, but they do.
Mr. Molloy's hand is so big as it settles on their lower back, huge and warm through their blouse, fingers almost spanning from hip to hip, and their whole body stiffens at the touch before going soupy and hot, a wave of shivers racing through their body. From where she's sitting, Ginger can't quite see what's happening, where the new owner's hand settles—he could be squeezing Kurt's ass, for all she knows—but she immediately notices them going red. The grin she shoots them is damn near predatory.
"Have fun on the tour~" she coos, waving them off with one hand while the other reaches for her phone. Kurt can practically hear her acrylics clicking against the screen as she attacks the group chat with the new hot gossip:
Freyja beat us all to it.
Kurt, for their part, continues on with the tour as thorough and professional as ever, not commenting on the inappropriate touch from their superior. They certainly don't seem perturbed, if how they keep just a little closer to Molloy as they walk him down the hallway is any indication. They chirp and chatter about the different sizes of rooms they offer, the amenities and costs and overheads, while walking on sheer autopilot towards the only room they really have the key for. Their own.
"So, as you can see, sir, for being one of the standard rooms, it's still fairly spacious," Kurt says, beaming as they lead him inside, silently thankful they cleaned the place up earlier. Tripod and ringlight stuffed into the wardrobe, clamps and cuffs and dildos and harnesses and seventeen flavors of lube all safely stored in the box under their bed. The bed which they knelt on and cooed at the camera from just this last weekend, fingers curling into the bedspread as they lowered themself onto a formidable toy like it was nothing.
The bedspread they're currently petting with a neatly manicured hand, showing the quality of their linens to their new boss. "We take quality very seriously here. Medium-firm profile mattresses with quilted pillow tops, even in our standard rooms. No one leaves the Hotel disappointed, sir."