Becky hummed to herself as she strolled down the hallway back to the elevator, pushing the serving cart along in front. She loved her job, and loved how every day it seemed like more and more slutty horse herms were staying at the hotel.
When the elevator arrived, another kitchen girl pushed out a trolley loaded with jizzcream. It was Katie, a university student paying her way through a law degree.
'Hey Katie! You look cute today!'
'Thanks. You look slutty. As usual.' She pushed past Becky and moved down the hall.
Becky pushed her cart into the elevator and pushed for the upper basement. As the doors shut she heard a shout from down the hall; 'Margaret! Look! Someone got us a lovely gift!'
A minute later the doors opened and she wheeled her cart into the cleaning area of the kitchen. She placed the empty bottles in the dishwasher, wiped down the cart with a cloth, then stripped off her clothes and stepped in the shower stall. As much as she enjoyed being covered in milk and jizz it was hotel policy that she maintain a high standard of hygiene, and management had installed the shower just for her so she didn't have to go by an empty room after every room service delivery.
Rubbing soap all over her body got her horny again. She wished management would install a milker as well, but the kitchen staff objected to the idea. She just had to hope that she'd be called out for whore service again soon, and not just normal room service. Otherwise it would be a frustrating shift.
All clean, she stepped out of the shower. Her tail flicked the excess water and she towelled herself dry, then slipped back into the apron and pump heels. She was too horny to even bother with the miniskirt.
She was ready to resume her tasks. She wheeled her serving trolley into the main kitchen area, her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor, her tail swinging with the sway of her hips. Most of the staff ignored her, but she didn't mind. Humans were silly with their prudishness, and that was their problem.
'Soup for room 722,' said Harold, and he placed a covered bowl on her trolley.
'Did they order any specials?' asked Becky.
'No,' said Harold. 'And don't get any ideas either. Humans aren't a bunch of walking nymphomaniacs like you are, and most of us don't appreciate having sex thrown at us when we're trying to eat. Frankly I'd rather send Katie but she isn't back yet. If you see her on your way, tell her to quit slacking off.'
Becky nodded and strolled to the elevator. Despite what Harold said, Becky intended to at least offer to add a bit of her own milk to the soup.
She reached the 7th floor and pushed along the hall. As she approached 722 the door opposite opened and out walked Katie, pushing her trolley with one hand and guzzling a bottle of jizzcream with the other.
'Hey Katie!'
'Oh hey!' she replied, setting down the empty bottle. 'Are you on another roomwhore callout?'
Becky made a pouty face.
'That's too bad. Here, you can lick the cum off my tits.' She pulled down her apron, revealing her glazed bowling ball tits with thick brown nipples on top of wide, puffy areolas.
'Thanks! Just a bit though as Harold is looking for you', said Becky. She lent in and licked some of the thicker trails.
Katie readjusted her apron and rushed down the hall as fast as her platform heels would allow. Becky watched her friend's brown tail flick from side to side until she was out of view, then turned to knock on 722.