It's been nearly two weeks since I started working as a front desk staff at Yoko Hotel. My training officially ended after the first week because Watanabe-san judged that I was capable enough to not need supervision. Though, he does still check on my work randomly.
As for my rental boyfriend side gig(?), I've decided to put it off for now. At least until I get comfortable enough with work.
'I haven't forgotten the reason I became a rental boyfriend, though.'
At the rate I'm getting used to work, I should be fine to resume going on weekly rental dates next month.
As for any past clients checking in as guests and seeing me, there were a couple of course. But I managed to get by by not being awkward about it. It's not like I whored myself out, so there's nothing to be ashamed of.
Fortunately my past clients also understood this and interacted normally with me.
With how smooth sailing everything was, I never would have expected something like that to happen...
.
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"This is the front desk for Yoko Hotel. How may I help you?" I say into the phone. My gaze already on the computer.
"Yes, hello. This is Ikemuro from room 407." An older man's voice echoed out. A tinge of anxiety in his voice. That small detail alone made me take this call more seriously than I normally do.
"Ikemuro-sama, how can I be of assistance?" I ask calmly, choosing to stay composed.
"I've been hearing strange noises from next door. Room 408 I believe. Could you please send someone to check it out?"
"Understood. I'll be right there to check things out."
"Thank you!" he said before hanging up the call.
After putting the phone back, I turn to Watanabe-san next to me. "Watanabe-san, I just received a request from Ikemuro-sama of room 407 to check on room 408 on the grounds of hearing strange noises." I explain calmly to my senior.
"Room 408..." he muttered, pulling up the details on his computer.
"The guest in room 408 is a 29 year old lady by the name of Risa Asae. She checked in last night and she..." Suddenly, Watanabe-san went wide-eyed. "She ordered quite the amount of alcohol..."
'So the cause of the noise may be a result of intoxication...'
"Got it. I'll check it out right away." I say, turning my back to Watanabe-san and walking away.
"Wait! We can just ask a female staff member to check it out!" Watanabe-san called out, a slight worry in his voice.
I look over my shoulder and meet his worried gaze. "A guest might be in trouble. I'll drop by real quick and if I need help, I'll call it in!" I say, waving my DECT handset phone briefly.
I didn't wait for Watanabe-san's response and exited the booth as I made my way to the aforementioned room.
'Room 408. This is it.'
Reaching out, I calmly knock on the door. My knuckles tapping the expensive wood. "Asae-sama? This is Tsukishiro from the front desk. May I come in?" I announce, remaining composed as I do.
Soon enough, the door opened. And the other side was an unkempt woman about a handspan taller than me. Her hair is ungroomed with a few strands curling up. Wearing nothing but a shirt and underwear.
The subtle blush on her face and the strong smell of alcohol coming from her are enough to serve as indicators that she'd been drinking.
'It's only 12 PM and she's already this wasted?' I thought. Though I made sure it didn't show on my face.
"Asae-sama, we received a call about some strange noises coming from your room. Is everything alright?"
"Finally..." she muttered under her breath.
"Excuse me? Could you repeat th- AT?!" Out of nowhere, my wrist was grabbed and I was yanked inside the room.
Before I could process what was going on, the door had been closed and locked from the inside.
"Asae-sama?! What are you- Hmph?!" Without explanation, the drunken guest smashed her lips against mine. The strong taste and smell of alcohol assaulted my senses.
Her arms wrap tightly around my back, pulling me into her embrace.
Soon she broke apart and started kissing my neck and collarbone.
"Asae-sama, please get off me! This is highly inappropriate!" I yelled out loud, yet she showed no signs of stopping. As a matter of fact, it seemed to spur her on even more.
Finally, she pulled away. And I can see the blush on her face has grown far redder than it was before.
"Took you look enough to come, you slut. I called for you an hour ago and you only arrive now?"
"What!? I have no idea what you mean- !?" Without letting me finish, she wrapped her hands around and firmly gripped my ass. The unwelcome touch made me tremble in her grasp.
"But if you were preparing this type of play, then I forgive you. Dressing up like those cuties at the front desk? A 10/10 for creativity!" she said, her lips curled into a wicked grin.
'Did she mistake me for a callboy?!' The realization sent a chill down my spine. If she's this intoxicated then it's possible that she would mistake me for the callboy she ordered.
"Listen! I'm not- Umph?!" Without giving me the chance to explain, the woman smashed her lips against mine again.
"Too noisy! Shut the fuck up already!" she growled between kisses.
She crouched down, grabbing my thighs she tossed me onto her shoulder like a sack of rice.
I desperately bang my fists on her back as I screamed for her to put me down.
"Please! You're mistaken! I'm not a callboy!"
"Hah! You're really devoted to the act, huh?!" she says with a grin on her face.
She grabs me by the hips and threw me onto the bed. Immediately climbing on top of me.
She leans down, and pins me to the mattress as she peppers my neck with kisses again.
"Please stop! I don't want this!" I screamed, flailing around as much as I can.
"Puhah! Shut up!" she growled.
She forcefully silenced me by holding her lips against mine again. Invading my mouth with her tongue.
"Hnggh!!!"
Normally I would feel pleasure being taken by an assertive woman.
But that's only if I consented.
So this-
"Pah-! Get off me!"
This is rape.
"I'm starting to see the appeal in your resistance." she says, holding her hand over my mouth. My screams coming out muffled.
"It really feels like I'm really raping one of the front desk men!"
'That's because you are!!'
Unaware of the crime she's committing, she begins unbuttoning my ruffled blouse with her free hand. Each one exposing more and more skin.
Eyeing my chest, the woman whistled. "Nothing underneath? You're quite the slut, aren't ya?" she says, grinning to herself.
Her gaze scans my form, drinking every inch.
Never before have I felt like I'm being violated by a pair of eyes. The idea of which seemed ridiculous until now.
Inside, the feeling of disgust continues to well up inside me.
'I hate this! I loathe this! I don't want to have sex with a drunk woman I don't know!'
With my whole heart, I desperately wish for someone to come knocking on that door and save me from this hell.
'It doesn't matter who. Just someone save me! Please!'
Then
It happened.
Two knocks echoed from the door.
"Asae-sama? This is security. Could you come to the door and answer some questions?" A woman's voice echoed from beyond the door. I recognize it belonging to one of the senior security guards.
Mustering all the strength I can, I push the drunk woman off me and sit up. "Help! I'm being raped!" I screamed at the top of my lungs like my life depended on it.
"This bastard!" the woman growled and lunged at me. Pinning me back down.
"! Tsukishiro-kun!?" Recognizing Andy's voice, the security auntie exclaimed. "Hold on! We're coming in!" she announced, raising her foot to kick down the door.
"Wait a moment." Tanaka-san held her arm out to the security guard who was about to bust down the door.
With her free hand, she dug into her pocket and took out a keycard. Different from the ones given to guests, this is the Master Keycard only she and two others have.
Pressing it to the electronic keypad, the lock came undone.
The two security guards then burst into the room and yanked the drunk woman off the defenseless young man.
"What the?! Get the fuck off me!" she yelled, still not realizing what she had done.
"Tsukishiro-kun!" Watanabe-san ran to Andy's side. He reaches out, and brings the young man into his embrace. Rubbing his head, hoping to soothe him.
"I knew we should have asked a female staff to check! Then this wouldn't have happened!" the older man said out loud.
But what's done is done. Everyone can only be grateful that it was stopped before something irreversible happened.
Meanwhile, outside the door , standing in the hallway, Yokoyama leans against the wall. Her blonde locks falling on her shoulders.
Her arms crossed under her chest. Lips curled into a deep frown.
Inside she's burning with immense anger. Enough to want to kill the bitch who harmed Andy.
Tanaka-san stands to her right, standing in front of the door. Her calm eyes observing the situation actively being resolved.
"If you weren't watching him through the cameras, security might have acted a minute too late. For that, I commend you, Yokoyama-sama." she says without looking.
"....." However, Yokoyama didn't respond to her subordinate's praise. Too focused on quelling the rage inside her.
The perpetually composed Tanaka-san turns her gaze to her superior, and parts her lips. "However, your excessive attention on Tsukishiro-san might evolve into favoritism." she says, voicing her observation. And Yokoyoma flinched ever so slightly in response.
"... No matter what relationship you had with that man before, the power imbalance between you two now cannot be ignored. If you make any advances towards him, he will feel pressured to accept because of your position." Tanaka-san says. Not lecturing her boss, but explaining what will happen.
Yokoyama stays silent for several seconds.
Then
"?" Tanaka-san furrowed her brow.
She watches as the frown that once decorated Yokoyama's lips transform into a smile.
Yokoyama, or rather Karina, looks up and turns her gaze to Tanaka-san.
"Then... it's fine if he doesn't know I'm his boss, right?"
"..... What?"
The ever so composed Tanaka-san who rarely showed emotion.
Was, in this very moment, caught off guard by what she just heard.
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