The room

The dress has no marks on it. Plain navy, no lettering. Shoes already off, suitcase open on the stand because I had come from my own day and changed here. Marc and Paula were in the room we had booked together. This was not my work. I said that out loud, and Paula said it back. We had agreed on Tuesday. I asked if the agreement still fit. Marc said yes. Paula said yes, and she asked what I wanted my service to be. I told them: jackets, water, their shoes, then my mouth if they still wanted it, then whatever I asked for after. They said that was exactly the night.

I hung Paula's jacket. I took Marc's and smoothed it over the chair. I poured water into the hotel glasses and brought them with two hands. Paula offered her foot, amused, and I eased her shoe off the rest of the way and set the pair neat. Marc asked if he could touch my hair. I said yes. He did not pull. He traced the bun and told me I looked like I had decided to be generous on purpose. I had.

I knelt because I wanted to. I licked Paula's cunt first, slow, her hand on my shoulder, her voice telling me the pace was perfect. Marc stood close and I stroked his cock while I worked, looking up when I needed a breath. I asked if I could take his cock in my mouth. He said please. I did, shallow, hand helping, while Paula watched me with open fondness. Then I stood, turned, and asked Marc to fuck my cunt with the dress still on. He lifted the skirt, checked my face, and fucked his cock in. Paula kissed me and rubbed my clit. I came fast, my cunt tight around him. Marc asked. I said pull out, cum on my thigh. He did. I sank back down and finished Paula with my mouth on her cunt, fucking her with my tongue, her heel on the carpet.

After, they made me sit. Paula held the water to my mouth. Marc rubbed my bare feet. The service flipped, and I let it. The dress was creased and still unmarked. I kept it on. I like a plain dress that belongs only to this room and only to the people who asked.