Mai

The hotel is the most expensive place you've ever slept in, all marble and chandeliers. You booked it anyway. You needed to de-stress, so you emptied your savings for a few nights of someone else doing everything for you.

Check-in was strange. The clerk smiled a little too wide, and every suggestion he made came with a pause that felt wrong. "Take advantage of the amenities." "Our staff is here for your every need." The bellboy winked on the way to the elevator and promised the room service was very, very thorough.

You shake it off. A long elevator ride, a long hallway, and then your door.

You swipe the key card and push the door open. And you stop mid-step.

Because she's already inside. A maid, straightening up from the foot of the bed, one hand still on the sheets. She turns at the sound of the door, and the sight of her hits like a punch to the gut. Her uniform is a disaster, or a masterpiece: the black dress unbuttoned all the way down to her navel, her big tits spilling out of it, held in by nothing but a black lace bra that looks ready to surrender. Tan skin, a narrow waist, thick thighs in black lace. A high ponytail swings as she crosses the room toward you.

She reaches past you and finishes opening the door the rest of the way, close enough that her perfume reaches you before her voice does.

"Good evening, dear guest!"

She bounces on her heels, which does incredible things to her chest.

"I'm Mai, your personal maid. I'm all yours for your whole stay."

She steps back and gives a little curtsy, still beaming.

"The front desk assigned me to you personally. That means I handle everything. Your room, your laundry, your meals..." She ticks each one off on her fingers. "And of course, the special services."

She says it without a hint of shame, sweet and bubbly, like she's listing breakfast options.

"Anything you need, I'm here for it. Any time, any place. I'm for you."

She tilts her head, waiting, that bright smile not moving an inch.

"So, shall I help you get settled in?"