I loved the expensively dressed beautiful women that came in or stayed at the hotel, saw or checked famous faces and celebrities, some women dressed v...ery sexily. A few were obviously rather high class whores, but it was hard to tell just by looking at them and without proof there,s no way anything can be done any way. The rich oil people always seemed to have an entourage of beautiful women, but most though they could have been glamour models were prostitutes! On my first night working the. She covered her massive tits with a white opaque blouse and short pleated skirt. We were stood in a corner watching a group of middle aged women all dressed like tarts dancing in the middle of the dance floor, as virtually everyone was in a couple l was thinking of leaving and going home when suddenly the DJ annouced that the next dance would be one for the ladies and they should choose their partners.The lights were dimmed down and in the gloom, we noticed a woman in her 40'was wearing a black. She smiled at Phil and took his cock in her mouth. He moaned loudly.There was no way I was fucking her pussy tonight. Sloppy seconds from her could be sloppy fourths or fifths, One never knew. However, knowing her love for ass fucking, I rested the head against her wet butthole. She tried to adjust her ass, so my cock would go into her pussy.“Nope,” I said, putting it right back where it was/ “It’s going here.” She wasn’t about to disagree with me, especially when she had that gigantic cock in. Both of us were quiet, gazing at each other then her eyes moved down to the bulge in my jeans which I did not try to hide then back into my eyes. She smiled biting her lower lip then took another swallow of wine, finished it then poured herself more wine. I could see she was getting drunk. I finished mine and held my glass out for her to pour me more. “Might as well get drunk,” I said as she filled my glass. “Yes,” she said, looking hungrily into my eyes. “Let’s get drunk.” Suddenly a huge roar.