Page 10 of Brandy Snap: Part One

I was basically damage control for the Spa. I got rid of any evidence left by guests before the main cleaning team prepared the room. I’d seen so much since I’d first arrived that I was surprised if the rooms weren’t a mess.

Team A paid the most, though it had messed a few people up enough that they quit. But it was enough to make sure Mum was taken care of, and that was what mattered.

Team B would come in after me for the surface clean, then Team C prepared the room; carafes, fresh sheets, flowers, and so on.

“Here’s your individual schedules.” Lucielle lifted a stack of A4 papers. “I’ve left a quarter of you on reserve, so, the rest of you, call them when needed.”

Reserves were allowed to stay in the staff room with full pay, but they didn’t get to choose which floor they worked on when they were called in for extra help on the really bad jobs on the top floors.

I took my sheet from Lucille, doing a brief scan, breathing out a sigh. I only had four rooms to do today, and that would take me up to lunch. I liked working in a group, especially on some of the bigger suites, but I was at the point in my audiobook where Amanda was surrounded by all seven rogue alphas, and it was time for the orgy scene.

After that, I was on reserve. I’d need to add hydrogen peroxide to my cleaning trolley just in case there were bloody stains to rub from the carpet like last time.

“Okay, thank you, everyone! Have a good day.” Lucielle ended the meeting as quickly as she’d started it.

Everyone rose from their seats, chattering and clacking the chairs against the plastic floor while Lucille called out names as she updated the work board. She was a fearsome organiser and could tell you exactly which rooms were already booked six months away.

“Well?” Lucielle rounded on me with a wide grin once most of the other staff had filed out of the room. “Come on, you never have any fun.”

“How do you know that?” She barely gave me any space to think about it.

She flicked her eyes over me before raising a brow. She was completely right. The bags under my eyes were permanent, my weight came from endless microwave meals, and I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I really laughed.

“Fine, okay.” I rolled my eyes. “I can be at yours by seven p.m. But I’m only staying until ten.”

“Yay!” She laughed, dragging me into a hug. “You promised. You have to show!”

“I will, don’t worry.” I replied with a soft smile as I pulled back from the hug.

She opened her mouth to say more, but I waved the paper between us.

“I have to get to work.”

Lucielle pressed her lips together in a thin line, her brow creasing, but nodded, releasing me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she chuckled, her attention suddenly flicking to someone else to my left. “I’ll leave you to it then!” she said as she strode off to talk to more members of the team.

I brushed it off as I folded up my schedule and slipped it into the front pocket of my pink maid’s dress, running my hand over it just to make sure I had my phone, keys and earbuds.

All I had to do was grab my trolley and then it would be me, Amanda, and hours of smutty fun.

Melanie

Ipushedmytrolleydownthe corridor, scanning the sheet that had my list of morning clean-ups. I’d been working here for three years, and, for some reason, cleaning cum off the walls of the guestrooms never got better.

Adjusting my earphones, I held back my groan as Amanda was forced to her knees to be fucked again. Four of them had already had their fun; now it was the rest of the pack’s turn. She’d had two knots, but her heat had sent her out of control.

I wanted to just stand in the corridor and listen to the next twenty minutes of sex scenes, but I was on my last room, and then I could take a break.

I popped out the earbuds before I swiped my key card, then stuffed them both in the pocket of my regulation maid’s dress.

Nudging the door with my shoulder, I resisted the hinge as I opened it just far enough to drag my Hoover inside.

I expected to find an empty room. I expected it to be covered in cum and slick and spilled wine bottles.

What I didn’t expect were two alphas and an omega, all thick, and hard, and completely naked. One alpha lay on his back, his beautiful male omega bouncing on his knot, facing me reverse cowboy style. And the other alpha knelt next to him, his fingers digging into his omega’s head as he ground his cock into his throat.

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