You know the score ... when you work away and are stuck in hotels each week it can be tiresome. You get to know the staff and by the time you realise it's almost a second home there, forced smiles greeting customers day after day. There two receptionists, at two different hotels. One a slender, brunette wearing specs, her dark uniform costrasts again her pastey skin, always constantly smiling and able to a grumpy miserable patron and turn them into a singing bird anyday. Short hair clipped behind her ear on one side, flat chested but she has that 'fuck me right here, right now look' about her, a proper classy woman able to have any man meat she desires. The other, at a different hotel, she be a relaxed ginger lass, again slender but fiesty girl. Like the brunette but when she dresses up with her hair tied back, it makes you think she could make any man whimper at a click of her fingers. Both seem to have that classy with a cheeky touch and both seem decent enough to have a random conversation with, flirt and ... try it on, possibly? Anyway, what I would I give to act out my impure thoughts with them both. At times when I have noticed ms ginger' perky bosom I have wondered what it would be like to fuck her from behind infront of a mirror, in full view of neatly trimmed garden and her perky breats. Try to tame this shrew ...