Premier Inn Passion

The Premier Inn at 2 AM was dead. Just me, a broken vending machine, and the receptionist who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else.

Then she looked up, and suddenly I didn't think she minded the night shift so much.

"Late check-in?" she asked, her accent pure Essex—all elongated vowels and attitude.

"Yeah. Booking under Thompson."

She typed slowly, giving me time to look. Destiny—according to her name badge—was thick in ways that made her purple uniform look pornographic. Massive tits straining the buttons, wide hips, lips done up plump and glossy.

"Single room, one night." She slid the key card across. "Room 247. Lift's on your right."

I took the card, let my fingers brush hers. "Quiet night?"

"Dead. Been here since eleven and you're the first person I've seen." She leaned forward on her elbows, giving me an eyeful. "Gets boring, you know?"

"I can imagine." I didn't move. Neither did she. "Got any suggestions for entertainment?"

She looked me up and down, making no effort to hide it. "Might have a few ideas. Room service is 24 hours. Very... personal service."

"Room 247, you said?"

"Give me twenty minutes."

The knock came at exactly twenty past. I opened the door to find Destiny with a bottle of wine and that smile that promised trouble.

"Complimentary upgrade," she said, pushing past me. "To the girlfriend experience."

She was on me before the door closed, kissing me hard, the wine bottle abandoned on the desk. Her body pressed against mine—all softness and curves and heat.

"Been staring at that CCTV all night, watching you walk in," she admitted, pulling at my shirt. "Thought, finally someone fit. Not another business wanker or someone's drunk dad."

"Happy to be of service."

"You fucking will be."

Her uniform came off in pieces—buttons popping, skirt hiked up. Underneath she wore matching red underwear, barely containing everything.

"Like what you see?"

I answered by picking her up, carrying her to the bed. She squealed, laughed, then moaned as I buried my face between her tits.

"Fuck yes—been needing this—"

I unhooked her bra, watched them spill free. Massive, natural, with dark nipples I immediately took in my mouth.

"Shit—right there—"

Her hands found my jeans, worked them open. When she wrapped her hand around me, her eyes went wide.

"Jesus. Good night for me then."

I pulled off her knickers—soaked through—and spread her legs. She was waxed smooth, glistening, and when I buried my tongue in her she nearly came off the bed.

"Oh fuck—nobody does that—"

"Their loss."

I ate her until she was shaking, thighs clamped around my head, voice hoarse from moaning. Then I climbed up, positioned myself.

"Please—need it—"

I pushed in slow, watched her face contort with pleasure. She was tight, wet, and made these little sounds that drove me crazy.

"Harder—I can take it—"

I gave her what she asked for. The headboard slammed against the wall, probably waking whoever was in 246. Neither of us cared.

"Gonna—fuck—already—"

She came screaming, nails raking my back. The feeling of her pulsing around me was too much—I followed right after, burying myself deep.

We lay there, panting, her leg thrown over mine.

"Best fucking shift ever," she said.

"Do you offer loyalty points?"

She laughed, hitting my chest. "Book direct next time. I'll make sure you get... upgraded."

I checked out the next morning with a smile the breakfast staff couldn't explain.

Five stars. Would stay again.