The front desk girl

I have discovered over the years that hiding in the shadows or fucking younger family members can be inherently risky to ones freedom. I have a pretty good gig going here that is a whole lot less risky and a lot less difficult.

I am a manager at a local hotel so I make it a point to hire only the youngest and prettiest girls to work part time at the front desk. So let me fill you in on how it goes down.

Just the other day I was coming in right after Crissy, a part time High school we have help out on the front desk.

So she has her attention on helping a guest, and this is the perfect time for me to slip a few hundred bucks out of the drawer, and slip it in my pocket. Now needless to say when she goes to get ready to leave, she counts her drawer and comes up short. She goes into a panic, so I count the drawer and yep its short(snicker). So I act like I am calling the owner to find out what to do, and make it sound like a deadly serious conversation, “But sir I don’t want to have to put her through that.”. By now she is trembling.

So the conversation goes something like this… “Crissy I’m sorry honey but the owner says because of the amount I have to call the law. They will probably question you for a while and call your parents. Also your parents will probably be sued for the missing money.” She is blubbering by now absolutely terrified. “Mr Greg please no….can we work this out…I will work for free until its paid off…My parents would never believe I screwed up that much…(sobbing) I aaam iiin sooo mmmuch trrrooubble!”

Now just the fear in her eyes along with the tears flowing across her pale freckled skin was starting to give me a rise. So I figured it was a good time to move on with the plan. “Crissy honey settle down, I think we can work this out without anyone finding out about it.” “How Mr Greg? You already called the owner.” “Well,I will pay it out of my pocket, and say it was miscounted, there was money under the drawer.” “Thank you Thank you Mr Greg I will pay you back I swear.” “Now wait a minute Crissy, I am glad you want to pay me back, but I don’t want money I want you to do something for me instead.” “OK! what Mr Greg?” “Follow me, I’ll show you.”

I had her follow me to one of the unoccupied rooms. She had this look of glee and willingness like we were about to go do some cleaning or other menial work that a manager wouldn’t want to do.

Crissy is a very cute, fully freckled, ivory white skinned, redhead from our local high school’s work program. She is 14 just a few months short of 15. She is very shy, and very sheltered with little to no confidence in herself. Her family is Irish Catholic very stringent. I have heard her in conversion with other younger employees talking about holding on to her virginity until she is married. She is about 5’2 100lbs 32B typical Irish pale white with red hair, beautiful green eyes. She was wearing her hotel uniform of khakis and a golf shirt. None of the buttons on the shirt were buttoned and you could see the contrast of her gold cross against her milky skin.

I approached her from behind and started giving her what seemed to her to be casual friendly shoulder rub. She was appreciative and thanked me. I let my hands a little lower now rubbing around her shoulder blades she hung her head down as she was enjoying it. My hands made it around through her armpits and I started rubbing very closely to the side and base of her breasts.

“Mr Greg I think you want something else besides work.” With a grin on my face I replied “Yes Crissy I do, you are young, beautiful, and have something I want. I am 34 and cant legally get what I want unless I am sure you wont let the cat out of the bag.” Crissy seemed to be flattered and scared at the same time, she trembled a little but offered no resistance as my hands got closer to brushing more sensitive areas of her bosom.