Organisation Man: Chapter 11

I'm as shocked by it as you are, officer.

Norbert Shunter sat behind the desk in the reception area of the Hotel Moonlight. He was bored. Not even the copy of Razzle, through which he thumbed in a desultory fashion, was able to banish his sense of the monotonous awfulness of life. He would not want to knock the fine publication that was Razzle, but he had seen too much of the pictures in this issue – the pages were now a bit sticky. And while Razzle was all very well, he could do with seeing some real tits for a change.

And then it seemed as though Norbert's prayers might just be answered. Two women came into the lobby of the hotel and approached the desk. One had dark hair that seemed to be tied in a ponytail, while the other was a redhead. And the red head was wearing a relatively low-cut top that revealed just enough cleavage to Norbert's gaze. He was the kind of man who divides women into two categories: fuckable and unfuckable. And being a naturally generous character, most women ended up in the fuckable category. But these two, there was no question about it. They were definitely fuckable.

"What can I do for you, ladies?" said Norbert, in his most charming voice. He was also the kind of man who tended to stare at women's chests while talking to them. Being faced with two women and their chests his eyes had no real option but to dart frantically from side to side.

"We're looking for a room. For the next four nights", said the brunette.

"Well I think we have some free", said Norbert. "What kind of room would you be looking for? One with two beds, or one with just the one? That would be nice and cosy". He smiled and briefly looked them in the face before his eyes dropped back down to where they were more comfortable.

"We'd prefer one with two", said the brunette.

"But we aren't fussy", said the redhead.

"Well let's see what I have for you", said Shunter, rummaging through some documents on the desk, not making any effort to hide the copy of Razzle. He thrust two forms at the women. "You'll need to fill these in. And I'll have to take a copy of your documents".

The women handed Norbert their passports, filling in the forms while he copied the passports on a small photocopier behind him. He handed back the passports and pointed to the notice explaining the suspiciously low tariff. And then he held up a key.

"We'll put you in room 5. It's a nice one. First floor. Come on, I'll show you where it is".

He led them up the stairs to the room. And then, when he unlocked the door to show them the room, the women grabbed him and pulled him in. They swiftly undressed while simultanaeously running their hands over his body. Kissing him, and each other, they ripped open his trousers, unleashing his enormous and eager man-root. Shunter felt himself being pushed back on the bed. The brunette got to work on sucking out his love-juice, while the redhead climbed up on the bed, straddled him, and then lowered her juicy sex onto his face…

Well, that's what Norbert Shunter was hoping would happen. Instead the redhead grabbed the key from him and said, "I think we'll find our own way up, thanks".

And then they were gone. A disappointed Shunter went back to his Razzle.

Once in the room the brunette said "Oh Jesus, that horrible man! I need a shower".

"I'll let him know. Maybe he'd like to watch… or he could help scrub you down", said Hackett, for it was she.

"Urgh, you are sick!" said Maguire. "I'm putting a complaint in when I get back. I shouldn't have to work with pervs".

"Hey, sorry", said Hackett, reaching out and briefly touching Maguire's arm. "Don't let him bother you. If he tries anything on just kick his nuts up into his oesophagus".

"Oh I will".

"Nice room we have here", said Hackett. It was not a nice room.

"And just the one bed. Great".

"It's just for four nights. We'll manage. Come on, let's go out and get something to eat. We can forget what we're here for tonight and just go and see what the city has to offer us".

They went down the stairs and headed out, not bothering to acknowledge Shunter's feeble greeting as they stormed past.

15/11/2011

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