While she waited for the elevator to descend, Katie reached between her legs and scooped up some of Margaret's cum from her snatch. The honeymooning slutmares had given her a good spitroasting even though technically it was only supposed to have been a normal room service delivery as the order was a gift. But every slutmare knew that it was customary for the courier of jizzcream to offer herself as a free use whore, and that was something that the human receptionist who took the order obviously didn't understand.
She shoved the cum into her mouth and moaned at how delicious it was. Having a job where she could be a whore was the only reason she went to college. Back home, her adoptive parents never would have allowed it. Not that they were mean. They just didn't understand what it was to be a slutmare.
The doors opened. She cleaned up as quickly as she could and went over to see Harold. He looked mad.
'Where the hell have you been?!'
'Room whoring,' she replied.
'That's not a complimentary service! Grab these plates and follow me. We've got several rooms to serve and it seems that I can't trust you sluts to keep it between your legs.'
She did as she was told. They got into the elevator and Harold pressed for floor 2. In the short ride he crinkled his nose and adjusted his collar. Then they were out and down the hall.
'My apologies for the delay in service today sir,' he said to the occupant of room 207. 'Please accept this complimentary bottle of wine.'
On to the next floor. Harold wiped his brow and loosened his tie in the lift. Another apology and quick delivery, this time to an older couple. Back in the elevator.
Katie realised that it was her scent that was affecting Harold. With a devilish grin, she bent over at the waist to adjust something on the bottom shelf of the trolley and flicked her tail to waft her scent at him. When she stood back up she noted the erection straining at his black trousers.
There was some confusion on the fifth floor. Harold was expecting a gentleman who had ordered steak to be in room 502, but a naked horse herm with her erect cock wedged between her tits answered the door. She was tall, with dark skin, and her nipples and cock were midnight black like her tail and mane-like hair cascading in waves down her back. Harold stuttered an apology for getting the wrong room, and checked the order after she shut the door. 502: 4 bottles of jizzcream. Embarrassed, he knocked on the door again.
Harold waited outside as Katie wheeled in the cart and set the bottles of jizzcream on the table. 'I love Ling Colt,' she said, knodding at the TV.
'Me too. Wanna watch with me?'
Katie pouted. 'Stupid boss won't let me unless you order the roomwhore service.'