Becky reached the kitchen while Katie was still showering. The slutty herm was masturbating beneath the hot spray and waved at her best friend as she entered the room.
'Hey slut! Wanna join me?'
'Sure!' squeeked Becky. She stripped off her apron and kicked aside her heels, leaving the dirty trolley for after. Becky stroked her friend's shaft and gave it a nice, long lick.
'Oooh, you smell like a whore,' moaned Katie. 'I thought you said it was just room service.'
'Reception screwed up again. Luckily I had some jizzcream to add to her soup and I gave her access to some complimentary porn after a quickie.'
'Smart thinking! Maybe we should just add jizzcream to all the orders just in case.'
'That's a great idea!'
Thinking about all the humans who would soon be unknowingly consuming horsey jizz-milk pushed Katie over the edge. Becky clamped her lips around the head of her friend's cock and swallowed most of it, but left the last mouthful to share in a sloppy kiss. They finished cleaning up and entered the kitchen together.
'There you are!' shouted Howard. 'I've had to send two of the chefs upstairs to do your jobs for you.'
'It's not our fault,' pouted Becky. 'Reception keeps getting the orders wrong.'
'Yeah,' said Katie. 'And it's in our contracts that we are EXPECTED to be whores first, and servants second. We could sue you for breach of contract if you don't let us fuck the guests.'
Howard threw up his arms. 'Whatever. Just get these orders upstairs.' He turned and stomped away to perform some taste checks.
'This place really needs a brothel madame,' muttered Katie.
The slutmares loaded up their trolleys and strolled together to the elevator. When they were out in the hallway they checked that no one was around and lifted the covers on the dishes. They added jizzcream to all the soups, mixed it in with the dressings for the salads and any other sauces provided with the meals. All done, they covered the dishes and waited for the elevator.