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CHAPTER ONESomething told Scott Colby, bellboy of the Hotel GUARDIAN, NOT to go into Mr. Adams' room because some kind of sex might be going on. His instinct in sensing erotic activity of the hotel guests was unerringly accurate. Sometimes it was also embarrassing; he had not yet developed the discreet sense of the professional hotel man.On the other hand, Mr. Adams was in great danger. His wife had just checked into another room of the hotel and was looking for him. She knew he was in the hotel, she knew he was NOT alone and she had come to catch him in his infidelity. Mr. Adams tipped all the bellmen well against the disaster that had now befallen him. Each new man received a twenty dollar bill the first time he took up Adams' luggage. There would be another twenty for the lucky bellhop who served as an early-warning system. Scott Colby WANTED that twenty.Scott knocked on Adams' door and waited. There was no answer. But the young man felt that slight swelling in his scrotum that said Adams was in his room and up to no good, no good for his marriage anyway.Two floors below and ten rooms up the hallway Mrs. Adams waited. Scott had caught the front to take her to her room, and she had made it explicitly clear what she wanted from Scott. The name Adams had used and the room number. There was a five dollar tip. Scott had assured her that if her husband was in the hotel he could run him down--that bought time. Scott figured he could stall the woman about twenty minutes at the most, before she started calling the dumb room clerks who, in typical GUARDIAN courtesy, would tip her off. Room clerks for some reason always tried to please guests without thinking things through.There was no use to call Adams; he always took his phone off the hook when he checked in with his girl friend.Scott fumbled nervously with the passkey. It was hung from a big, brass ring so that the help wouldn't carelessly stick it in a pocket. He would have to go in, no matter WHAT Mr. Adams and Charlotte what's-her-name did, because they might go on doing it for a half hour or more. Both were well-known to all the bellmen in this wing of the hotel; they'd been here countless times and were almost like live-in guests. "Regulars" was the word. Regulars to be protected against the hostile, outside world.He slid into the room, leaving the door behind him ajar. He was in a small living room alcove. The garden rooms all had a partition so you couldn't see the bed from the entrance. He gulped. The sounds from the other side of the partition confirmed his very worst fears. Something heavy was going on.What he should do was stand here where he couldn't see the bed and call out. Loudly.But Scott wanted a peek. Just a little one, mind you. In all of his twenty-two years he'd only had sex twice and with not attractive girls either. Charlotte What's-her-name had a fantastic body. It would be fabulous to catch just a peek. Then he could retreat and call out as if he'd seen nothing. He eased forward, feet silent on the rug, cautiously peering around the partition, his pulse jumping in his throat."Oh, God, you're fucking me. Oh, God, I'm fuuuuucked!" wailed Charlotte suddenly in a loud voice that made Scott jump."Baby, take it. TAKE MY COCK," Adams crooned.Scott was treated to a sight he would remember forever--two beautiful people locked in the heat of passion. Charlotte had her legs extended as if she did an exercise, too tense to curl them around her lover's back or rest them. They were exquisite legs, from dainty feet to slim ankles, to graceful calves to well-shaped thighs. Utterly naked of course. And those beautiful legs vibrating from the sex.What really froze Scott was the way they went at it and the high degree of exposure of the woman's body. He could see Adams' ass squeezing as he plunged his prick into Charlotte, but his eyes quickly swept over that. He saw Charlotte's flat girlish belly pressed against that of the older man.Adams held her by the hips and her torso was bent back as if the swift working of the cock made her arch her spine in extreme pleasure.There was the soft, naked rib cage and then those gorgeous breasts of the young woman, fully exposed and jiggling from erotic pressures. How many times had Scott hungered to see what she "had" under her blouse or shirt. Well, there it was and it was glorious. Large, rounded and well-shaped breasts with the nipples, big, red, locked in passion. A sweep of creamy, nude flesh, a graceful throat thrown back, the lovely hair in glossy disarray, eyes closed, forehead beaded with passion sweat. The rictus of her sensual mouth, as she was being fucked, thrilled Scott. It worked as if the woman were mortally wounded with exquisite pleasure. The pink tongue curled and quivered.To Scott Charlotte was one of the great beauties of the city. He had envied Adams a thousand times. He had had dreams about Charlotte, and a couple of them had been wet dreams. Dressed and normal, he thought her a queen. Naked and caught in the throes of passion, he thought her a goddess. Scott's cock came up in his pants so quickly that it hurt some before he could ease the pressure.Just a minute more--it was the finest sight he'd ever seen in his life. Adams was wild to lay it into his young conquest. He held her by the hips, drilling her fiercely and it seemed to Scott that it was his own loins that drove into the woman. It melted his insides until they turned into a churning, hot core to see two adult humans fucking with such wild passion. Their bodies gleamed with a slight sweat as every convulsive movement spoke of their pleasure. It was wild to see a male lay it into a female, holding her body and driving his prick into her. Scott actually saw the point of contact, a bit of cock and cunt in action, and he felt a sex rush down to his toes. The sounds added to the luscious sight, animal groans and grunts that raised the hair on the back of his neck."Ah, uh, oh, digging--deeper--ah. ohhhh.""Wow, I love your p-prick. Looooove it!"Scott actually felt faint from this first full vision of raw sex. It was nothing at all like those quick shots in the movies where there was a faint air of embarrassment. Scott picked up their wildness. He had a crazy desire to pull out his prick and jazz himself as he watched the sexed-up couple. Yet he knew he wouldn't. Back in high school Scott had looked at the world and decided that too much sex was behind most people's troubles. Masturbation was okay but it led to high, hot desires which led to full sex, which led either to early marriage or to the dissipation of serious career effort. He could not afford to indulge in the girl chases and problems his male friends went through.It had paid off for him handsomely. He was now engaged to the daughter of the hotel's general manager. His mother had a steady job in the hotel gift shop. It was Spring--in six months he'd go to the University to take his pre-med course. For the past four years the living had been precarious for his mother and himself--now the future was bright. All this was because he did not waste time and energy trying to plant his pickle in some girl for kicks. Not even his fiancee.He turned and started for the door. He had to get out of here. There was a wildness rising in him that threatened to tear his mind from its moorings. The sight of those two bodies reveling in abandoned sex was just too much...The door which he'd left ajar came open. A hotel maid walked in. It was their time of day to turn back the beds. The blood drained from his face when he saw who it was. Oliva--the one maid in the entire wing who was everybody's sex object. A luscious beauty. Some of the maids were ugly, some not bad. Oliva was superb. She was a Spanish girl, married to a tough Irish bartender, Tom Riley. Tom was intensely jealous of his wife's beauty. Most of the bellhops, clerks, housemen, waitresses and bartenders turned on to Oliva but were afraid of Tom. Oliva had the creamy complexion, the dark eyes, the rich black hair that made some Chicano women among the most beautiful in the world. Her figure was terrific. She had been propositioned by every male on the staff--except Scott.Oliva wore a short, shiny black dress with a maid's apron. Walton, the manager, insisted on this formal costume for all the housemaids. It made most of them fade into the background. Not Oliva--with that creamy skin and Latin beauty, the lush figure, she looked like a million dollars.She brushed past Scott without looking at him. She had learned not to look men in the face, because she always saw sex hunger. Eyes downcast demurely, she headed for the partition to turn down the bed. A paralyzed Scott could not stop her. How embarrassing for the poor, shy young woman to walk in on this!Scott saw her face turn white, then red as she saw and heard the wild fuck action of the plunging couple."Oh, baby. I'm screwing your belly off--" panted Adams."Your prick... kills me--kills me," whined Charlotte.Oliva watched for long seconds, as frozen as Scott was. Scott watched her in distress. It was all his fault for playing peeping Tom instead of getting right to business and warning the couple when he came into the room. Oliva turned at last, eyes bright, face flushed with embarrassment and tried to escape from the room. She ran right into Scott's arms as he zigged when he should've zagged.Their bodies met--the shy, frightened maid and the chaste young man who had never so much as winked at her. They folded into each other's arms. Scott's hard-on pressed cruelly on the maid's silken belly.Scott couldn't let go of Oliva. The sights he'd seen, the sounds he still heard, had spun him out of his mind. He clung to Oliva, pressing his cock to her belly. Delicious sexual pleasure filled his loins. The maid's belly began to move against his cock.He couldn't believe it. She didn't scream, or jump away or flee. She gave a low, soft groan and undulated against his cock.There was a reason why the lovely Oliva was transfixed. That morning she'd had failed sex with her husband, Tom. Failed for her. He got it off--left her dangling deeply aroused. Like most shy and modest persons she had a sex volcano inside of her. All day long she'd felt the heat in her loins. Then she came into this room--saw the couple on the bed twined in wild abandon and exceeded her flashpoint. As soon as she stumbled into Scott's arms she was lost. She had to act or her sexual tensions would drive her into hysterics. Scott could help. He was the one nice boy on the whole staff who did not chase or embarrass her.She shivered in his arms, reached down and released his cock from his pants. Next she took his hand and pressed it behind her back and down under her dress to touch her cunt. Her panties were already soaked. Scott did what came naturally and frigged her swollen cunt with his fingers, gasping. His freed prick rubbed lusciously up and down on the satin softness of her dress and her warm belly.They clung together wordlessly, each afraid to speak in their own sudden lust, thrilling to sexual ecstasy in this mutual masturbation, each making fuck motions, he with his cock on the outside of her belly, she on his fingers. The sounds from the other room drove them wildly.It was impossible for Oliva to mouth Scott's organ, take his mouth on hers or go to full-fledged sex. That was against her morals, her Church, her training. Nor did it occur to the inexperienced Scott to push the girl to the floor and penetrate her. Inhibited people take the smallest steps necessary, and so they indulged in mutual masturbation.In the other room the thrashing reached its peak: "Oh, God, I'm COMIIIIIING!" cried Charlotte."Baby, I--losing it. AHHH!" echoed Adams.Scott and Oliva didn't have to witness the climax to respond to it. The words plus their own actions were enough. They had masturbated for golden minutes. They were both highly charged; Scott was up because he was almost always up, with the inhibitions he laid upon himself. The climax in the other room swept them along with it.Scott felt a crazed, utterly delicious sensation. He also felt embarrassed to realize he was going to spend on the maid's dress. There was no help for it--he was lusciously gone, and his super-thrilled cock began to milk off onto Oliva's belly. He was out of control."Ahhhhh, arggggg," he moaned in a tight, controlled cry the others couldn't hear. His spurts came. He spent rich rinse after rinse of his jism up the outside of her dress, as high as her breasts. The relief was fantastic. All he wanted in the world was to hold this soft, beautiful creature tight and explode his deep pleasure against her. The feel of his spurting, wild cock did it for Oliva. Her knees sagged and she came with a delicious shudder, squeezing Scott's fingers in her cunt with throbbing quakes of girl submission. His fingers had forced some of the cloth of her panties inside of her vagina to apply abrasive action on her clitoris. She gulped in mad delight and gave up her sexuality. They clung, spending as both of them rocked into an orgasmic heaven."Uuuuuuuuuu," she went."Eeeeeeeeee," he went.The couple in the other room were unaware of the sex between the maid and the bellman, working off in massive passion their own huge orgasms.The sex was over for the couple in the other room and they lolled in euphoric delight, still stunned by their hot, animal fucking. It was different for Scott and Oliva. With the madness gone, they stared at each other in shock."I--couldn't help it," Scott whispered Scott in embarrassment. He was shocked to see his spill all over the front of the girl's dress. There was a huge, wet stain on her torso and up onto her breasts, reeking of the starch smell of his male sperm. There were ridges of the greasy stuff looped here and there. It was a sight he'd never forget, his sex spill spread all over the beautiful, shy girl.Her dark eyes flashed. "You must never speak of this! You must never touch me again!"Then, to his relief, she ducked past him and fled from the room. He stood there for long moments, desperately calculating the odds. Would he have to deal with the powerful fists of Tom Riley who was a former prize-fighter? What if Oliva told his fiancee or her father, the manager. Wow!Common sense flooded back. She would NEVER tell. In fact, through sheer luck he'd had a fantastic experience and laid his jism right on Oliva Riley that every man in the hotel hungered for. He--the straight guy who got kidded so much--and he'd made it with Oliva!"I won't tell either, honey!" he chuckled softly. Then he got down to the business he came for, pretending to enter for the first time and give the couple plenty of warning...As he finished his shift and got ready to go home, Scott realized there was a subtle difference in how he felt. Never before had he had a sex secret to hide, not from his mother, nor his boss, nor his girlfriend. This must be how an adulterer felt--pleased to remember the hot, forbidden act but also guilty and apprehensive."You seem quiet, Scott," said his mother when he checked with her at the gift shop as it was closing. "Are you coming down with a cold?""No, Mom. There were a lot of check-ins, lots of luggage to carry."She headed home to their small apartment to make dinner. He told her to leave him out of it tonight. He had a date with Natalie to eat in the coffee shop and go to a movie. But when he got to Mr. Walton's apartment on the top floor, in a penthouse apartment, he found that his plans had been suddenly changed."A girl friend of mine just checked into the hotel," said Natalie. "I went to Stevens with her and she's only in town overnight."She wouldn't take him, of course, to visit her high class friends from the finishing school she'd attended. Natalie had this snob thing that would last until he got to college himself and became a pre-med student instead of a mere bellboy. In a way he didn't mind--the future was a challenge to prove his worth to the Walton family. Still- Outside in the hall he ran into his future father-in-law. Tall, powerfully built, looking a little like an Army general, Rogers Walton fixed Scott with a fierce eye."Had to fire another bellman today for making a pass at a guest. Dammit, I can't figure out the young men today. They think they can fuck anything--but they find out otherwise in a hurry in my hotel! Sometimes, Scott, I think you're the only young male in the shop I can trust, thank God.""Thank you, sir," said Scott, feeling guilty. If only old Walton knew what had happened in Adams' room! He began to have second thoughts in his delight in the episode. It went against his own strait-laced ways. Look how guilty he felt now--with his mother, Natalie and the old man.He was sorry to hear that Harvey Donaldson was out. He'd liked Harv, but the guy thought he was God's gift to women. Sooner or later he was bound to get into trouble. More proof that his own way was better if less exciting... Funny how different women were--he couldn't imagine that masturbation taking place with Natalie. She was pretty enough, maybe a little pudgy, and her hair was stringy, but it was her class. She was a high class girl and she didn't like too much fooling around before marriage. Well, that was all right...He took the all-glass elevator down. The lobby of the GUARDIAN always thrilled him. It was a huge, modern city hotel of the latest design. The interior was a massive open cathedral-cavern, eighteen stories high. Interior corridors rose endlessly above one another with an unimpeded view all the way to the top. Two all-glass elevators moved majestically up and down the great interior walls, providing the guests with a fantastic view of the spread of the lobby below which was an enormous courtyard. Shops lined the ground floor, there was a large indoor "outdoor" appearing restaurant, and pools, free standing sculptures and lots of open space. Boxed plants ridged all the corridors and the whole effect was of an enormous enclosed park with fabulous lighting, the endless motion of people and moving escalators and signs on every hand to fascinate the eye. At the GUARDIAN this interior landscape was far more interesting than the city's skyline. During the day when the sun poured in on the skylight, eighteen floors above the lobby, everything was tinged with rich gold. Sometimes Scott thought it was almost decadent in its sensuous appeals, a barbarian rich man's city, aloof from the dirt and mundane hustle of traffic of the outside streets. He would hate to leave all this for the harsh world of pre-med school.Perhaps someday when he was rich he would come back here as a guest...But Walton nailed Scott in the lobby."Up to your old tricks, huh, Colby?""What's the matter. Bud?"Bud Walton was the Old Man's son, learning the hotel business. Right now he was on the security staff and wore the dark blazer with the gold insignia which was the modern dress for the old hotel detective. Bud did not like Scott. He had his father's military bearing and always seemed to Scott to be trying to play tough sergeant.Walton looked in his notebook."A Mrs. Veronica Adams came to the hotel to find her husband. You gave her the runaround. She's mad as hell and complained to the office, so they called me.""Of course I gave her the runaround, you klutz," flared Scott. "Adams was shacked with his girl friend. He does that every month. I wasn't going to lead his wife to the lovenest.""So you put him alone in a room he didn't rent, with his luggage. That breaks a house rule, guest in a room not registered for.' "Bud, this guy's a big spender at the GUARDIAN. His wife comes one time, takes a cheap room and makes trouble. Adams and his girl friend are nice people.""This is a family hotel. We don't condone adultery.""Then you better empty the place. You've got more in these thousand rooms than the rest of the city.""Dad would love to hear you say that."Scott tapped Bud on the chest. "Mr. Walton may not like it, but he's too smart to sing out about it and run an empty hotel."He walked off. Bud caught his arm."Listen, Colby, you get up to room 1048 and apologize to Mrs. Veronica Adams. We don't want letters to the papers or complaints to the Vice Squad.""Oh, come on. Bud!""Do it!" Bud Walton strode off with a satisfied air. One more black mark against Scott Colby to report to his father and sister.Scott was more worried about poor Mr. Adams. The dumb security man must have blown it to the wife. Goodbye Adams and his big tips! Goodbye Charlotte and her fabulous body! He didn't want to go upstairs, but if he didn't the wife bitch would probably howl to Bud Walton again. She was going to be mad...She was: "You're despicable," she hurled at him as soon as he entered her room."How's that, Mrs. Adams?""You tipped off my husband. You took him to another room and then led me there to find him alone. You didn't know that I brought along a private detective who found the room where Charlotte King was with Earl. Who found evidence in that room that Earl was there. I want you to know that I faced that vicious young whore and gave her a piece of my mind.""Yes, Ma'am.""Then I went back to that phony room where you put Earl but the dog had packed his bags and left. No matter. My private detective will follow him wherever he goes. He probably has another girl friend in the city and we'll find her, too. The security man said that the hotel's against prostitution and this Charlotte creature will probably be thrown out and denied entrance here again."Scott felt his cheeks red with embarrassment, but what could he say. "I'm sorry our hotel was the center for your troubles," he said sadly."I'll bet you are. Earl always throws his money around wildly. How much did he give you to cover for him?" She glared at Scott."Twenty dollars... Can I go now, ma'am?""No!" she snapped. She looked at him coldly. "Is that woman one of YOUR whores?""No, ma'am. I don't believe in that sort of thing. I'm engaged. I don't fool around. It's also against the rules."She took a turn up and down the carpet."She's VERY PRETTY, isn't she. Prettier than I am, don't you think?""She's only about twenty-five," Scott said in misery.Mrs. Adams gave an exasperated laugh. "At least you tell the truth. I'm forty and ugly, am I not?""No, ma'am, you're NOT ugly.""But I couldn't give you an erection, now, could I?"Scott blushed more deeply. "I'm sure you could, Mrs. Adams."A glitter surfaced in her blue eyes. "You damn know it, son. I may be forty, but I know how to please a man. Come here."Startled, Scott moved nearer. The woman walked up to him and put her hand right on his soft cock mass in his pants."Look at it this way--" she studied his badge-- "Scott. I'm all alone in a friendless city. I'm an UNLOVED wife, and I've got a big, empty bed for tonight. My husband's been screwing a beautiful young girl and has taken off. I think he really owes me something, don't you?"Scott pulled back, shocked."He p-probably couldn't complain, ma'am.""You damn know it, son!" She was a redhead and had flaming blue eyes. "You're a good-looking boy--and you owe me something, too. Isn't that a fact?""I--I'll give you the twee!--the twenty he gave me!" gulped Scott.She began to unbutton her blouse. "You stand right there," she said. "I'm going to give you something better than a twenty.""Oh, now, Mrs. Adams," he cooed in desperation."Don't knock it until you see the merchandise," she said with biting irony.She threw back her blouse. She might be forty but she wasn't badly built. Slim. There was a bra under the blouse and a lot of fair skin. Scott stood stock still wondering when her joke would end. She wasn't drunk or on drugs. She WAS bitter, of course. Maybe a little wild. She skinned out of her skirt. Flat stomach. Nice thighs and legs, encased in sheer pantyhose. It seemed hot in the room to Scott. In spite of his shock and fear he felt tremors in his cock as she revealed her body. Pretty good, not bad at all, actually. She reached up to unhook her bra from behind."You don't know this, Scott. You just walked in on a lustful drama. For a long time now I've been planning revenge on Earl, but I never knew who to settle on. How old are you, Scott?""Two--twee--twenty-two.""You're a helluva good-looking young man, compared to him especially. Compared to anybody. So is she, compared to me, or anybody. The old equalizer, huh?' Her bra came off. Her breasts were small, neat and tipped with sexy, big nipples, hard-centered right now. Scott's cock came right up in his pants. It had never occurred to him that a forty year old woman could look so sexy. Her hair was golden red, short, but gleaming. There were only faint traces of age at her eyes and mouth. In fact, her mouth looked soft and sensual. She had an earthiness that he hadn't noticed."You--you--plan to have sex--with me?""I'm going to suck your cock, Scott. There's a reason for that. On the first date he ever had with the bitch, she sucked him off. Never mind how I know that."