The laundry wasn’t open and there wasn’t a rack of uniforms. There was a simple sign on the closed counter that said to knock. Bill gave a gentle little tap three times with one finger and stood waiting.
Millie did not open the counter but she opened the door next to it. Seeing it was Bill, she smiled and ushered him in. Before he could get all the way in, she took his dirty uniforms from him and tossed them into the big bin of dirty uniforms. Then she closed and locked the door.
“Well, morning stranger,” she said. She reached up and kissed Bill on the lips then pointed upward to where mistletoe hung. “Not exactly under it, but close enough,” she said. She reached up and kissed him again. As she did so, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her house-dress so it fell open slightly revealing her bra. “You like? Brand new purple lace. We got it just for you.”
Bill didn’t say anything. He watched as Millie stepped back a few steps and held her top open so he could see the cups of the brassiere. He saw her lips form a shy-like smile, maybe half trying to be coy and half definitely trying to be seductive.
“Well?”
Before he could answer, she turned her back to him and lifted the dress part so he could see her panties. She wiggled for him and turned to face him without letting the dress part down.
“Matching set,” she said. Still holding the dress, she ran her fingers up her inner thighs and over the purple lace panties.
“I like,” Bill said.
“Come here,” Millie said. She led Bill over to right under where the mistletoe hung and pointed to her breasts.
“Kiss each one,” she demanded.
Bill leaned in and did what she asked.
Millie pointed down.”Kiss there too.”
Bill bent over and kissed there too. He couldn’t help his male reaction but he tried not to indulge it. He stepped back away from her.
“They’re waiting for me in the kitchen,” he said.
“We’ll all go over together,” Millie said.
Millie turned around and bent slightly over. “Last place to kiss,” she said.
Once Bill had done that, Millie reached out and took Bill’s hand. She led him to the furnished room, went in first and kind of pulled Bill in. He was reluctant but entered.
Chloe was sitting on the sofa. She was in a purple dress, he saw, sitting with her legs crossed and her hands clasped in her lap. She was made up and he judged quickly she was pretty much flawless.
“Hello,” she said. She did not stand up.
“Hi.” Bill freed himself from Millie and stepped forward to reach out a hand. Chloe took it and they shook hello. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“I saw you yesterday and of course Millie has told me all about you.”
“All?”
“Well,” Chloe said, “maybe not all, but surely most. Nice to meet you too.” She stood up and smiled. “Maybe we should head over to the kitchen, make an appearance at the buffet the banquet chef put out.”
“I have a lot of work to get done,” Bill said. He looked to Millie. “Have some uniforms for me?”
“Of course,” she said.
Bill carried three sets of clean, starched uniforms over his shoulder as they headed out together back toward the main kitchen. Chloe and Millie veered off when Bill headed toward the locker room.
“I hope we get to know each other much better,” Chloe said.
“I look forward to it,” Bill responded.
Getting to know Millie’s boss better, Bill knew, was not a matter for him. He knew, since she was a boss and part of the hotel’s upper management, that any interplay they would have would be up to her, determined and controlled by her. She was in a different class than him altogether.
He stood a moment and watched them head off then headed off to the locker room to put away his uniforms.
