The hotel gangbang (1)

I had been working in the hotel bar for about a year when this unfolded. I’d always had a huge crush on one of the receptionists, Nina. Although she usually smiled when I spoke to her during the rare moments our breaks overlapped, I hadn’t pursued anything. I didn’t want a work relationship to turn awkward. Nina was from Spain—a tanned, dark-haired, gorgeous woman about my age.

This all went back to a Friday night and what we saw and guessed. I was working a long shift in the bar, starting at 4 p.m. About an hour into my shift, a couple walked in. My attention went to the wife first—she was stunning, and her sports bra top naturally drew the eye.

I refocused instantly and welcomed them both to the bar. As they approached, I noticed they were clearly married. It looked like one of those romantic Friday night getaways I’d seen many times.

The man ordered drinks, and while I prepared them, the wife moved to sit on a lounge chair.

She was dressed head-to-toe in sportswear, and her Lycra-c