Maggie Hill
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Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9.2
🕑 Added 2023-07-12 13:23:33 +0000 UTCThey handed me a small hand cloth and dropped my clothes on the floor. There was nothing I could do at that point, I had to dry myself and get back to work, but there was really no modesty when it came to drying off now. Their eyes felt like they were scanning over every inch of my body, ever move I made to dry a piece of skin felt like it exposed another and when I thought bending towards them was keeping my butt somewhat covered, I didn’t realize with the mirror, they were getting a full 360 degree view of my body till it was too late.
My hair still slightly wet, I was dry enough that I felt like the show was over. I reached for my clothes and sorting through them, couldn’t find my underwear.
“Hey, did you take my underwear?”
That was immediately answered as they were holding both my bra and panties along with my wallet and keys, dangling them like trophies of a kill.
“Did you think that was it?” their obviously leader said, “you’ll have to come back for these.”
“Can I at least have my bra, I can’t go out like this, it’s a little…” I blushed, “see thru…”
“You’ll be fine, you’ll just have to figure out a way to cover up as you work, or maybe you don’t and make some guests really happy.”
“Please, I can’t go out there like…”
“John, call up the front desk, tell her we found one of the maids naked in our room.”
I immediately got the message and started to get dressed, they were holding all of the cards and I had to play their game. It felt weird wearing the uniform without underwear, the cheap material of the pants felt rough against my bare skin, I didn’t know how some of the employees did it in thongs or less feeling like they were sandpapering their butts and thighs.
The top was no better, it was always a little transparent that you could kind of make out a bra, and without a bra, I felt like my nipples were on full display.
“Let me help you with that,” he walked up and tweaked my nipples before I could swat his hands away.
With an arm reaching around me, a hand went between my legs, pressed a finger up through the crotch of the pants and in-between my pussy lips, making me gasp at the sudden intimate intrusion. I had never gotten this much attention or advancement in my life from guys before and now I was getting it all at once like I was at some sketchy bar with a bunch of frat boys.
“Better get going before someone else comes,” I blushed from embarrassment walking out the door in shock.
Looking in the mirror I saw my hard nipples poking through the shirt, thankfully I was so pale and the color couldn’t be seen as much, but looked down to see almost a camel toe forming in my pants. I walked down the hallway to the next room and when I walked in, and was startled by my supervisor.
“Where were you,” she looked at me and sniffed the air, “were you drinking or something?”
“No, I was cleaning the room and the guests spilled some alcohol and offered to clean it up,” I was worried and nervous not only of my state of dress now, but her thinking I had been drinking on the job, “and some got on me and I tried to wash it off.”
I was ranting and freaking out by this time when all she did was put up her hand to silence me and responded, “fine, fine, just pick up the pace and get back on schedule, we need these rooms for afternoon check-in.”
“Yes ma’am.”
As she was walking out, she looked back, giving me a brief look, raising her eyebrow as if she was scanning me from head to toe before walking out, “stop at costuming when you have a chance, you can’t walk around smelling like a bar and that uniform doesn’t look like it’s fitting right anyways.”
After the door shut, I looked into the mirror again, the shirt looked just as badly with my nipples, I never fixed the camel toe in the front and looking behind saw it pulled up into my ass crack, instead of the usual non-form fitting pants, they looked downright slutty. I didn’t know what to do. I could head down to costuming and change, but looking at my schedule I still had 4 more rooms I had to get done and I was already behind.
I just had to tough it out, making this room wasn’t that hard and thankfully there was nothing to knock over. The only hard part was, moving around was making my clothes rub all over sensitive spots and no matter how many times I fixed my pants they would creep up right inside of me again when I would bend over.
With all the trash thrown away, bathroom cleaned, bed made and everything put into place, I thanked my luck and headed to the next room. The walk down the hall felt, well, exposing, we’re required to make eye contact and greet every guest we walk by and I felt like I was openly inviting their gaze every time I said hello. With the lightning of the hallway, I worried how sheer the shirt looked compared to normal and without a mirror I only had the terrible thoughts in my imagination.
I had seen other’s walk around in this shirt and you could clearly, sometimes, see their bra depending on the color, and sometimes even panties through the pants. Now I was wearing nothing and wondered how I looked to people who possibly could barely make out that fact in the dim lights. My next room couldn’t have come sooner as I ducked in to start cleaning.
I took a whiff and instantly knew that smell. Usually stuff like this disgusted me, but today the aroma had a different effect. I walked up to the bed to find used condoms and threw them out to make the bed. I wasn’t even thinking to throw on gloves as usual and just picked them up with my bare hands and put them into the trash, the grossness was for some reason arousing me and I felt disgusted with myself.
I made the bed thinking of who and what had happened in it, bending over making my pants dig into my crotch and ass wasn’t helping but only sending images into my brain of being bent over and teased from behind. The bathroom was rather spotless with nothing moved yet as was the rest of the room. The drawer at the side was slightly open and when I went to close it, it wouldn’t close completely. I opened it to see what was stuck and gasped at the largest black dildo I had ever seen in my life.
I couldn’t believe someone could have such a thing, let alone use it. I took it out of the drawer, my hands having a mind of their own. It was so heavy and even though it was hard it was flexible as well, which I learned when it the tip landed on my lips. If things weren’t bad enough as it was, I could only imagine someone walking in on me at this moment. I shoved it back into the drawer right away, blushing and embarrassed, unable to close the drawer to hide the monster. Just did the best I could and left the room.
I didn’t realize till I was walking out that moisture was on my lips. Instinctively I went to lick it off and it tasted like salt and strawberries. I smelled my hands and realized they smelled like me when I was aroused. I worried that I may have just indirectly tasted my first vagina and it was now all over my hands as well.
