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Towel Boy Training!
TJ Ryder
http://www.midnightx.com/
Illustrated Fetish Stories!
Another day working the bellboy day shift at the Royale! And as much
as I look forward to working here in this notorious historic interracial
trysting spot, I sometimes dread it. Wearing my silly monkey suit and
bellboy cap I reported to Dave the day manager's front desk at 10 AM
on a sunny Friday. Weekdays and weekends are pretty different at the
Royale. For weekends we get functions and out of towners and a surprising
number of married black/ white couples. Normally weekdays we get mostly
local discreet white wives checking in during the daytime for a couple
hours.
But Friday we get a little of both and that complicates life for a
bellboy.
Friday and Saturday night are busy times at the party room called the
Voodoo Room where I sometimes pick up money as a waiter. Plus I don't
know what out-of-town regulars are checking in until I talk with Dave.
And finally, my relationship with the lovely maid Charlotte was getting a
little
strained. Last month we were supposed to go to an interracial breeding
party held over the weekend, but I got nabbed by guests and didn't see
what was going on, plus she didn't get pregnant by a black stud like we
planned,
and she was a little down about it. And of course her mentor Josie, the
switchboard operator who got her started with big black cock in the first
place,
well, she had been talking to her and somehow I knew that wasn't good for
me.
"Hi Bob," Dave said from behind the desk without looking up. Because
I am only 5'4 and 145 pounds I'm not tall enough to look down at his
reservations, and the pecking order around here puts me close to the bottom.
"Hello sir," I replied, standing at my station near the front desk.
Ten minutes
later an absolutely stunning young lady walked in wearing a light low cut
summer dress.
Blonde, big-breasted, blue eyes, maybe late teens or early twenties. Dave
seemed
to know her.
"Good day Mrs Swanson."
"Yes, it is," she said, not being too friendly. But she used her
credit card for
the room. She said nothing to me in the elevator even though she didn't
really
need a bellboy for her one medium-sized bag. I figured she would only use
the
room for a couple hours. She gave me a small tip, typical for a rich girl
I was thinking,
seeing she was rich by her handbag and jewelry. I don't think that she
looked at me
directly once or heard anything I said. That's also typical, the underclass
in hotels
are pretty invisible. Rich people check into hotels all the time, and we
are all faceless
after a while.
By 2 PM I had taken 7 more wives up to rooms, gotten pretty much the
same treatment too, and tips were a big part of my income so it wasn't going
too
great. It looked like I'd be working the Voodoo Room as a waiter again to
make
it up. I also buzzed in about a dozen black bucks from the side entrance.
This is
the weird thing about the Hotel Royale. Every single staff member since the
date it was built is sub to black, but since discretion is important and
private investigators
liked to take pictures of the front entrance, we couldn't have the paying
clients
come in the front with their black lovers. A couple bucks insisted on
strutting in the
front, and if the client was on the VIP list Dave put up with it. But of
course we also
had a couple black ex pro football players and one heavy weight boxer on
staff for any trouble
and I also knew the Royale had unknown but powerful political friends to
deal with
divorce attorneys and their flunkies.
While most guests were running to type, I always enjoyed the
occasional odd ones.
A very attractive woman in her early thirties with one bag of cheap luggage
showed up
at the desk. The Royale is pricey, considering it's modest appearance
because it provides
a service other hotels don't. She was clearly nervous but also excited, and
I knew she
was from out of town, more like rural than city. Light brown hair, slutty
dress but new.
She asked about a room and bit her full lower lip when Dave quoted her the
rate for
a double bed. Then she looked at her cheap watch while I looked at her full
cleavage.
She was uncertain now, looking up at the clock in back of the desk to make
sure her
watch was right.
"Well," she said, in a soft southern accent, educated but definitely
rural, "ah don't
really know. Ah'm supposed to meet mah husband here at 2, he's supposed to
be here!
Ah just got in on the train."
"Yes ma'am," Dave said, not smiling, having read her net worth in her
first step into
the hotel. That's all he thought about, turning a profit for the owner who
nobody ever
saw. He knew there wouldn't be much repeat business from this Blackowned
slut.
"Maybe he left a message saying he'd be late!" A couple seconds
paused before
Dave answered.
"Yes, ma'am, perhaps if you'd give me your name?" Dave was having
his little
fun, and one day would get in trouble for it I hoped.
"Oh, yes," she blushed and smiled, "Patty Jackson, and mah husband's
name is
Jerome." Dave turned around and looked at the mail slots, and shook his
head.
"Perhaps he's a little late, madame!" he said, again handing her the
guest book
for her to fill out, and she hesitated.
"Gee," she said, "I don't know. If he's not getting in till tomorrow,
well, I probably
shouldn't, until I know for sure." I nodded at that. If her husband didn't
get in till
tomorrow she could definitely stay at a cheaper place than the Royale. I
wanted her to
stay because she was more in my class, and just voluptuous. Big breasts,
small waist,
and tanned from the real sun. Dave shrugged, and gave me the 'look' and
said he
had to go in the kitchen for a while.
The Look I got as I was standing near them meant to gently move her out
the door.
She watched him go in the back and frowned, and then looked helplessly
at me.
"Um, ma'am, " I suggested, knowing I was going to piss Dave off now,
"you could
maybe wait in the lobby and I could keep checking for messages if you like."
"Oh that'd be real nice!" She smiled with real warmth at that, and I
picked up her
bag and followed her to a comfortable leather chair that Dave hates anyone
to sit in.
Like hotel managers everywhere hey views the lobby as a sort of museum to
just
look at as they walk through to their rooms.
It was that quiet period in the middle of the afternoon that sometimes
lasts for
an hour or so.
"Gee," she said, looking around, "wow, we'd heard all about this
place, Jerome
and me, but to actually be here. It's real nice!"
"Thank you, ma'am!" I pointed out where the interior was original.
She noticed
my Blackrule medallion around my neck, plus my earrings and pierced tongue
stud.
I also had a pony tail that was too long to put up under my bellboy cap.
She giggled, "we don't see too many white boys like you back home!"
I smiled. I knew what she was talking about. "I expect so, ma'am.
But if you
come when things are busy I think you'll see I look like most of the staff
here."
That was sure true, in fact I was the only bellboy who wasn't actually a
fully passable
tv and I hadn't saved up enough for the cosmetic surgery to go that route
yet.
She smiled, "Oh, that's nice! I mean I like the way you look. Just
wish more
whiteboys back home looked like you. Maybe mah, um, husband and me
wouldn't have
to travel so much to just act normal!"
"Well, ma'am, " sucking up to her out of habit, "then we wouldn't have
the
pleasure of your being our guest."
She looked back at the empty front desk. Dave's got an electronic
signal
as soon as anyone came in the front lobby so he would probably be checking
menus
in the kitchen for a while. "But," she whispered, "probly shouldn't say
this,
but ah don't think I like your manager all too much! Ah don believe he
thinks
ah'm rich enough for this place!"
I nodded, smiling. "Well, Dave,well, you know, " feeling I had to
defend him
a little, "well, his main job is, um, different."
"Ah bet he don't like me sitting in the lobby, a single woman and all."
She hit that on the head. Hookers and scam artists in hotel lobbies
were the bane of desk clerks since the world began I figured. And in her
cheap slutty
dress she looked like it, even though in the Royale it's pretty typical to
dress slutty.
"Yeah, well, don't worry ma'am," I said, "I'm sure your'e not that
kind of
problem."
"But, you probly get that kind, I bet!"
"Actually not, " I said, feeling talkative because with all the rich
women I hardly
ever actually talk to people on shift sometimes. "Because the Royale is not
really like other
hotels, we don't have that problem much." That was true, local pros never
came to the
Royale because the typical white businessman didn't stay here too much.
Weekday bookings
were almost always paid by white women using hubby's money knowing or
unknowing,
who didn't need anything besides big black cock.
"Well, thank you," she said, "well, I should tell you, um, I'm not
really married.
I was, but Jerome is my boyfriend. I figured, you know, a big hotel and
all, it wouldn't
look right for a white woman and a black man, even with what we heard about
the
Royale and all..."
I smiled, this woman was so damn innocent I found myself attracted to
her so much.
She was a lot like my girlfriend Charlotte, from the sticks, gone black,
and still
trying to be 'respectable'.
"Don't be concerned, ma'am," I said. Seeing the telephone exchange
girl putting
messages in the boxes, I said I'd be right back. There was a message for a
Patty
Sinclair, and I looked back at her, and opened it. It was her all right.
She took
it eagerly, and then frowned, biting her full lip. She looked up at me, and
at the
folded note.
"I ah, used his last name, instead of mine!" she felt she had to explain.
I nodded.
"Oh my! He's going to be late. Jerome is in the service and he's late
getting out.
Oh well," she said, rising, and went to the desk as Dave returned, giving
her a thin
professional smile.
"Um, hi," she said, as I watched her voluptous body, her breasts
almost touching
the front desk as she handed him her credit card.
"A room for one night, please!"
"Of course madame," Dave said, and as she filled out the guest register
no doubt
with Jackson as a name, he ran the card, and paused, and I knew what that
mean't
without having to see the monitor.
"Um, excuse me, madame, this card has been declined!" He said this in
his usual
soft deadpan but I also caught the fatalistic told-you-so in his voice.
Patty looked
puzzled, and then blushed.
"Oh, um, it must be a mistake, please try it again!" Dave did so to
placate her, and
shook his head. She was very disturbed. "Oh, but it can't be, it's a new
card. I just
started using it. Are you sure?"
Trying not to roll his eyes, he deadpanned, "Sorry madame, do you have
another card
perhaps?"
"Um, no, I mean I did put some charges on it to come down here, but I
thought
we had 30 days before we had to pay!"
Oh boy, I thought, what a hick!
"We can take personal checks, madame, but we do clear them online!"
She didn't
know what he was talking about, and he explained that they verified the bank
balance
before accepting it, and she shook her head sadly.
"Oh, this is awful! I was counting on this card to pay for even my
return trip!"
Dave stood motionless, not looking up, and finally said excuse me and
returned
to the kitchen. As soon as he left she looked at me with pleading eyes and
I just melted.
"How could this happen? I just don't understand. I thought I had 30
days to pay
on this card!"
"Sorry ma'am, those credit companies clear the charges in hours. You
do have
30 days to make a payment but the charges are totalled right away. Um,
maybe
you can wire your family for some money? The express office is two blocks
away."
"I can't," she said helplessly. "Ever since I done took up with
Jerome, well, theyr'e
pretty intolerant."
"Well," I said, lowering my voice again, "I got to tell you, things
are slow now, and
it's off season sort of, but when Dave gets back, you can't be sitting in
the lobby either.
But if you like I can recommend another more reasonable place. It's not bad
at all,
cheapest in town almost." She looked at me, and her lower lip quivered,
and
hesitantly shook her head, and thanked me anyway. I watched her luscious
curves
as she walked out.
"Um, wait, um, ma'am!, " I said, going over to her as she got to the
front door.
"Look, wer'e off season now, plenty of space, give me a chance to talk to
Dave and
maybe we can work something out. Look, just go around the corner and I'll
meet
you at the five and dime counter. Okay, maybe an hour, max?"
She looked at me hopefully with her teary big blue eyes. "Do you
really think
your manager would?"
"Well, what do you have to lose?" She thanked me with a worried
smile, and
walked out, as I watched her swaying bottom. Oh brother, now what to do!
When Dave came back in he looked around and nodded in satisfaction the
woman wasn't parked in the lobby.
"Good job, Bob," he said.
"Thanks, um, say Dave, you know, we do have empty rooms, things are
quiet till next month."
"Forget it, Bob!"
"And you know, we have sponsors like BlackRule, and you know she has a
black
buck in the woodwork. She's a big fan of the Royale, and this is a special
occasion."
"Doing my job, Bob?"
I swallowed. You have to play Dave very carefully. I was already not
his favorite
bellboy. "She might have girlfriends back home with black studs, looking
for
a vacation. I was just thinking about publicity."
"More broke white trash in the lobby, that's a good idea!" He almost
smiled,
which is a bad sign.
I was saved when this limousine pulled up and this beautiful young
woman
in designer silk came in the door.
Soon I was carrying two heavy bags to her room, and then went down the back
and let
two big black ballplayers in with big grins and heavy ballsacs and led them
to her room.
When I got down there I got a call to help unload stuff to the kitchen.
And when
I finally returned to the front desk, things quiet, I couldn't get the woman
out of my head,
and asked Dave if I could take the rest of the day off, since it was quiet.
He didn't like it
but nodded. Jules/Julia would be reporting in soon and there goes my
afternoon tips I'm
thinking. As soon as I got out the front door I took off that despised
monkey cap and
my jacket and folded it in my arm, and went to the dimestore counter,
thinking probably
she was gone.
She was reading someone's old newspaper and nursing a cup of coffee
when I took the
stool besides her, noticing the envious glances from several guys who were
considering how
to make a move on this gorgeous fox. She smiled hopefully and I knew I was
going to be
real dumb for sure now.
"Did you have any luck?" she asked immediately.
"Um, well, sort of. Well, as far as the Royale goes, well, Dave wants
to keep rooms
open in case of convention spillover, so that's out."
"But, I have no money now! I don't know what I'm going to do! I won't
be able
to even cash a check for a couple of days until my paycheck gets deposited."
I guess
she really was broke and I knew I had no choice!
"Relax, I have a solution."
She shook her head firmly, "and I cannot accept any money from you.
Oh, and
I never even learned your name, and your'e being so kind to me!"
I told her my name was Bob, and she smiled and shook my hand, repeated
her name.
"Okay, I really do have a solution. You can stay at my place until you
get a way
back home, and you can invite your,um, boyfriend over to stay too!"
"Oh," she said, stunned. "I can't believe you'd do that for me! Why?"
"Well, " I admitted, "your'e not like so many of the snooty guests, and
you remind
me of a girl I used to go with."
"I just can't, I'm so sorry," she said sadly.
"Look, Iv'e been broke several times too. Unless you have other
options,
New Orleans can be tough for a girl who looks like you unless you have a
place
to go." She looked worried about that, looking around and seeing for the
first time
the hungry looks. She looked down at the slutty revealing dress she put on
for
Jerome and vainly tried to pull the blouse up over her fabulous cleavage.
"But, what about your, wife, roommate?"
I smiled, "my girlfriend is very ex, and doesn't live with me anymore.
I have
a small 1 bedroom downtown."
"Oh, what should I tell Jerome? He's coming into town tonight maybe.
If I
tell him a guy is letting me stay with him, he'll be jealous." That also
made her
narrow her eyes and look at me.
"No strings, really. In fact I know a place I can crash at so you can
have
the place to yourselves."
"No, absolutely not. I can't put you out." The waitress came by
frowning,
she didn't like two seats taken now with no buying. I suggested I show her
my place,
grateful I picked it up recently, and she reluctantly stood up, counting out
pennies
for a tip. Envious looks from guys everywhere, making me feel like when
Charlotte
and I were first going out.
We picked up a streetcar and sat in the back. She opened her wallet
and
took out a photo, and then held it to her fabulous front. The emotional
impact
or the whole thing hit me. I was doing all this so a gorgeous white woman
could
have sex with her Black lover!
"I want you to know, Bob, that my lover Jerome is a big man. A big
Black man!"
"I knew that already, Patty!" I replied with a smile. She bit her
lower lip,
considering that, even as she shifted, her hem riding up and the rocking mot
ion of
the street car, her incredible displays of firm female pink flesh, I got a
rock hardon,
and she had to notice, because we were almost facing each other in the seat.
"Well, yes, but he's in the army all right, but just getting out of
the stockade where
he's been the last 30 days."
"Are they going to discharge him?"
"No, but he's going back to being a buck sergeant. Um, reason I'm
saying this is
because, well, he likes white girls," she blushed and smiled, "obviously!
But he has
trouble with white men. He loves to dominate white men. And if I tell him
a white
boy is letting me stay with him, well, he's so big and strong and jealous."
"Well, um, you could tell him about me. How I work at the Royale."
"Yes,"she said brightly, "that's right. Oh, and your BlackRule button.
Is that
for real?"
"Oh yes, it's an employment requirement for all the staff at the
Royale."
"And you don't mind, if Jerome and I, well, sleep together?"
"Of course not, " the thought was making my cock hard.
She smiled, "I'll tell him your'e like my younger cousin Wardell from
Valdosta. Jerome whipped him once and he was always so respectful to him
afterwards. Can I tell him that, do you think?"
"Yes, I think you should if you think it will help."
"It would. And you know, it's not just Jerome. I just adore the fact
that a Black man dominates. I love it and I just love worshipping him.
Wev'e been apart for a whole month, and I miss making love to him so much."
Seeing and hearing this beautiful creamy white woman say this was
making
my cock seep precum now. I blushed and nodded. She also blushed a little,
but wanted me to know everything. I respected her for that.
"In fact," she said, "and I feel funny telling you this, Bob. But one
of the
reasons we wanted to come to the Royale was because we used to play games
with Wardell after Jerome broke him. He was trainin to be our maid and
stuff
when he got into some stupid trouble and got sent away. Now I hear he's a
big Black man's sissyboy at Raiford." She paused, "and we heard about the
staff at the Royale. I thought after Jerome bein so deprived, me too, it'd
be
fun to do it in front of a whiteboy. I like acting like a real slut with my
Black master right in front of a white boy so much, and Jerome loves it
too."
She paused then, biting her lower lip in confessing so much, and waiting for
me to acknowledge it.
"Well, um, ma'am. You don't have to change at all for me. I mean
that's my
job at the Royale. That's all the Royale is for, getting white girls hooked
up with
Black men."
She chuckled, her smile showing deep dimples in her beautiful face. "I
heard
the bellboys area are also called sissyboys, or even towelboys." I nodded
slightly
and she smiled wider. "Because I know your'e helping me and all, Bob, but
I want you to know there isn't any possibility of well, you and I. I just
want
it up front."
"Oh, of course, Patty!"
"Oh good," she said, a little more in control, knowing I couldn't help
but gaze
at her lush curves. "Because I have gone totally black, besides loving my
black master Jerome. Even if Jerome wasn't in the picture, well, I just
worship black
men now, you see that, don't you, Bob?"
"Yes, (groan) if I were a gorgeous white girl I would too!"
"That's so sweet to say. Cuz I just couldn't ever be interested in a
white sissyboy
after being with big black real men, Bob, ceptin maybe for a towelboy for
Jerome
an me to have fun with,(giggle)!"
"Yes, (gasp) Patty," I sighed, looking at her parting thighs, knowing
just the talk
about black men and teasing a white boy was making her pussy creamy, as her
thighs spread and shut, and she twisted in the rocking seat. "And, well, I
really just
want to help you and Jerome get together. It would make me feel,(sigh) nice
knowing
I helped a beautiful white woman like you be with a superior black man this
weekend
using my apartment!"
She breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled, and showed me the picture. "Cuz
I didn't want to go any further unless you knew the score, Bob. This is
taken
by Wardell of me and Jerome last winter. I keep it in my wallet to look at
when
I'm lonely."
I took the photo, licking my lips. It was taken in a motel room just
after they
came in from the pool probably. They were sitting on the bed and the photo
was
taken from somebody kneeling below them, and Patty had on this tiny string
bikini
and an enormous muscular jet black man, mid twenties, sat besides her with
his
huge hand over her shoulder. Her small white hand was fondling his semihard
penis,
swelling his white briefs.
"It's um, ah, a beautiful picture."
"Thank you," she smiled. "And Wardell, well he was like the towel
boy. He
undressed us and toweled us, and just a week later he got in trouble just
when
we were training him good."
Continued in Towelboy Training, http://www.midnightx.com/