“You’re not working in the spa” she’d say curtly while looking me up and down and with her gaze inevitably aimed at my chest she’d ask what on earth she was going to do with me? But I was a cocky little sod and I knew that the corridor from the kitchens passed the fire door into the spa lobby and once a client had stopped me and asked me for towels so I’d explained to Miss Connah this was not the sort of hotel where you looked blankly at an American tourist and said you couldn’t help because you weren’t working in that department. That’s how I found the mezzanine and it’s suitability for an unscheduled break that first time and now every time Miss Connah scolded me for going awol I’d use the same excuse.

So I was on the mezzanine amusing myself with a magazine and wondering how long I could hide for when the door opened and as I sat up and looked down I heard the giggles and was astonished to see that it was Miss Connah standing below and even more astonished to see she was with Ben, one of my mates from the staff.

They began kissing like teenagers, his hands groping at her chest, her wrestling with his uniform until his waistcoat was cast onto a nearby linen truck and her hands could loosen his trousers and reach inside. She sank to her knees, kissed his quivering penis and with a free hand lifted her boobs from her bra. “We don’t have long” she said but even as she checked her watch she was hitching her skirt to show him she was wearing nothing underneath except flesh coloured hold-ups and as the sight made him stiffen still further she turned away to present herself over a wicker laundry basket. “Give it to me Ben”, she said and with a triumphant lunge he entered her and they rocked back and forth in a highly theatrical doggy fuck that wouldn’t have been out of place on one of the DVDs we sometimes watched on nights. Except that unlike the marathon men on film this was all too much for Ben and within seconds he was crying out his orgasm and she was left to turn a little dolefully, adjust her skirt, and after fixing her stockings and tucking her blouse in she told him to fetch some towels and meet her back on reception shortly.

I had never been a voyeur before and as well as stunned, a little grossed out and frankly amazed I found myself very turned on and found my hand had involuntarily slipped beneath my skirt.

Turning the key in the door after her he sat on the basket and looked like he might light a fag but even if fucking the boss in the store room wasn’t a sackable offence, smoking certainly was so he just sat and played with himself until his erection was fully restored and I got my second peek show of the day watching him slowly wank himself, grabbing a pink tissue I’d leant him from his pocket to clean himself up afterwards. When he was done he pulled his trousers up, grabbed some towels to complete his cover story and let himself out.

So what have we leaned? Firstly nothing will ever surprise me again? Secondly if you ever find a secret place to skive at work someone has probably found it first. Oh and Miss Connah is not a lesbian after all and shy Ben who I once snogged at a staff party is hung and fucking a woman twice his age and with her help will probably become very good at it before long.

As for me I finished my shift and phoned my boyfriend to apologise for last night, it was a silly row anyway, me calling him a perv for wanting to fuck me in my hotel uniform, what a square. After telling him to come straight round after work I waited in my bedroom, swapped my tights for hold-ups and moved the laundry basket away from the wall in the bedroom....