The screeching alarm of the plastic bedside clock blared me awake. I rubbed my temples. Four AM is too early.o Forcing myself to the bathroom, I shrugged out of my pajamas and into the shower.
I started the fire in lodge’s entryway. I didn’t remember putting on my makeup or going down the elevator. I continued through the morning routine, putting out the granola bars and fluffing pillows. I saved folding the throw blankets last; I shuddered to think of the last time they were cleaned. Guests treated them like bedroom doors, hiding everything that went on underneath.
I checked my uniform was on straight before heading outside. It wasn’t a bad outfit really, just a bit too sexualized for a ski resort. The jacket top was comfortable, but the V cut plunged down between my breasts. The built in shelf required bra tape to hold my girls in place. Meanwhile the pants sat low on my hips, leaving my midriff out. They clung to my curves, and had a habit of riding up my ass as I walked.
I put on the company puffer coat and went outside to do my rounds. Sprinkling salt on the porch, resetting chairs, picking up trash. It was light work done quickly. Then back inside to staff the desk to help with the morning rush.
It was monotonous. Checking out guests, telling guests they can’t check in yet, answering which slope was the best, the busiest, the freshest, the fastest, the prettiest, the closest, the longest, and then the same set of questions for the next guest.
Then out to man my ski lift to Snake Pass, which was the answer to none of those questions. It was a boring, wooded slope far out from the main lodge. It had a great view of the highway, and was on the Eastern ridge which always received the least real snow. There was hardly anyone.
I stood directly under the heater in the wind shelter and took off my jacket, as required. Then I unfastened the top two buttons of my top, as forbidden by policy. In practice the managers would prefer we walk around naked with rabbit tails if it meant more guests. It revealed a lot more cleavage, but most importantly got me better tips.
The first guests of the day arrived, two women in their thirties. I took their tickets and motioned where they needed to stand for the chair lift, which swung around and proceeded to take them to the top of the hill. Then the next guests, an older couple who knew the drill which I acknowledged with barely a nod.
Then my target. A pair of guys in their twenties. Full customer service mode activated.
“Have you gone down Snake Pass before?” The answer was obviously no, or else they’d be elsewhere.
“Here, let me check your straps before you hop on the lift.” I knelt in front of the first guy, leaning to check that his shoes were locked in and intentionally letting him see down my top. “Looks good! Now let’s check yours.” Again the same. I popped back up quickly, letting my breasts bounce up.
“Oh me, I almost fell out of my top there!” I pressed my breasts together. “That would be such a shame..” I glanced over at the empty tip jar. A moment later it held cash.
“Hmm, it looks like there’s a bulb out. Let me see if I can reach it.” The socket wasn’t even wired. I jumped up to reach it, then continued jumping. They watched as my breasts jiggled after each attempt. After the third attempt, they broke free of the bra tape and started truly bouncing. After the fifth, the third and final button on my jacket top unbuckled. My breasts were finally free.
I gave one final faux jump. I checked to ensure no one else was walking up the path. No free shows after all. “Looks like I can’t reach it, darn.” I cupped my boobs, circling my nipples that hardened instantly in the winter air.
“There’s an itch between my legs I just can’t wait to scratch..” I looked back over at the tip jar, and immediately it held more cash.
I slid my hand down between my legs. “That’s a little better, but I just can’t.. quite..” I slid my hand down my nylon pants and underneath my pink thong. With my left hand I pulled down the front, letting them see my panties stretch to accommodate so my fingers could do their best work.
“Mmm, that’s better. Oh, much better!” I played it up as I played with my pussy. It did feel good, though, getting off in front of two men who would soon be ready to get off themselves. They couldn’t see my fingers plunging into the warm folds, but they could see enough.
“Can I fuck you?” One of the boys held a twenty over the tip jar.
“I’d lose my job if we were caught..” I bit my lip as I sent myself to paradise. He pulled out two more twenties. I dropped my pants and bent over the service desk. He wasted no time taking me from behind. My snatch eagerly ate him up, my fingers having already laid the groundwork.
“Ugh, she’s so fucking wet. Fuck yes!” He grunted and fucked me like a whore, with reckless abandon. The pumping was fast and furious and with no regard to my pleasure. I took out my phone and started scrolling through Instagram. It felt nice, if rough, letting him do all the work while I checked up on my friends’ lives.
His friend should have been playing lookout, but instead he watched me get fucked. My breasts rubbed against the table. I felt the cock inside me stiffen, then my insides felt a warmth that wasn’t my own.
The thrusting stopped.
I squatted down for a moment, letting most of his seed drip out onto the ground. Then I pulled up my thong and pants.
I motioned to the lift as he tucked away his cock. They hopped on the next chair.
“Have fun on Snake Pass!” I shouted after then, knowing the best part of their ride was already offer.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t6suko/extra_cash_on_snake_pass_mf_exhibition