" The Woman of 1,000 Uniforms - The Hotel Job"

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The Woman of 1,000 Uniforms

The Hotel Job -

by Greenstarters




Hotel du Jour
Beverly Hills, California

Four down, seventy-three to go.

These were Serena's thoughts as she pushed her overfilled laundry cart down the hotel's satin-carpeted hallway. Even though she had only cleaned out a few rooms for the day, the blond young hotel maid had already begun to feel the wear of the work. She checked her watch. 9:25 AM. The woman almost laughed. Already she was tired, and most of the hotel's patrons were still downstairs getting breakfast.

But then, that was the beauty of working the hotel's 14th floor. Most of the time, there were hardly any residents willing to stay up that high. It was only now, with that huge scientific convention being held there tonight, that the hotel was packed near capacity.

Still, despite all the hugely important scientists and physicists staying here, Serena liked to think she had a certain power over them. Not in terms of intellect, but in terms of uniform. The hotel's maid uniform consisted of a blue skirt with a sash and a matching collar-button shirt with an ID tag. Serena also wore the custom white shoes with rubber soles, which were quite comfortable to walk in.

Serena stopped her cart outside Room 1405. She noticed the newspaper was still outside the door, indicating that the room's occupant was still inside. She walked up to the door and knocked twice. "Housekeeping," she called.

The door swung open partway, and a pair of female hands shot out. They pulled the maid into the room before she could make a sound. Then, one dealt her a swift neck chop that sent her into a not-so-blissful slumber.

Annie Travers poked her head outside the hotel door. The hall was deserted. With a smile, she closed and tightly locked the door.

"Coast's clear," Annie said to her partner Tara, who sat cross-legged on the bedspread. "Oops, I forgot... You want to bring the cart in from the hallway?"

"Sure." Tara Collings smiled as she rose from the bed and headed for the door, her bright red hair swinging with each step. While she unlocked the door and stepped out into the hallway, Annie lay the unconscious hotel maid on the bed. She couldn't help but admire the woman's picture-perfect figure.

"You are amazing, girl," she grinned. "Unfortunately, you're also a tad small... for me, anyway." She turned to Tara, who was now wheeling in the maid's laundry cart, relocking the door behind her. "Fortunately, I'm not the only one here who knows how to wear a uniform."

Tara walked up and stared at the unconscious maid. "Wow. Can't wait to try those on."

Annie nodded. "Take off your clothes. I'll strip our guest."

Tara obeyed, as Annie unbuttoned the maid's blouse. She rolled the woman onto her back and slid the blouse off her. She pulled off the white rubber-soled shoes and the stockings beneath it. Then she pulled off the skirt, leaving the maid with nothing more than her bra and panties.

Finally, Annie picked up the maid's ID tag. She removed the card from its plastic casing and replaced it with a similar card that displayed Tara's pictures. The things you could do with computers these days, she mused.

"Now," Annie said to Tara, who had just finished removing her own clothing, "let's show our girlfriend the ropes."

Annie reached into the laundry cart and pulled out a few bedsheets. They were on the dirty side, but quite firm. "These should do," she smiled.

She tore off several large strips of the sheet and advanced towards the helpless, uniformless maid. She tied the rope around the woman's chest and upper arms, pinning her arms to her sides. Then she crossed the woman's wrists behind her back and tied them together. She then bound her ankles together with a double knot and did the same to her upper thighs. The maid lay obediently still throughout the whole process, quietly sleeping off the effects of Annie's knockout blow.

Nearby, Tara had just finished donning the maid's uniform, which fit like a dream. Even the shoes were an ideal size. Tara laughed happily as she felt the warmth of the woman's clothes caress her own body. Of all the uniforms she had stolen, this was definitely her favorite.

Annie turned to stare at her and whistled. "How do you do it, honey? You fit right into every outfit you come across."

"It's a talent," Tara smiled. She glanced at the tied-up maid who lay on the bed. "Nice work yourself. When do you think she'll be waking up?"

"Five, maybe six hours. Looks like she could use the rest, anyhow." Annie tore off one more strip of bedsheet and covered the woman's mouth with it before tying it tightly in the back. "That'll keep her voice rested, too." Annie flipped her hair back. "now why don't we find her a nice, cozy hiding spot."

Before long, the maid was resting not so comfortably in the back of the hotel suite's closet. Annie locked the closet door and twisted off the handle. The maid would be stuck inside well past her working hours.

Annie looked at Tara. "Ready?"

Tara grasped the handle of the laundry cart. "Room 1438. Let's go."

.............

Hotel Lobby
Receptionist's Desk

"Here you are, sir. Two key-cards. Enjoy your stay at our lovely hotel."

"Thank you, Miss." The man picked up his bags and headed for the elevator.

Monica Green watched him go, then continued to stare at the rest of the hotel lobby. Several people walked about, more than a few of them scientists. Monica knew about the convention that was planned for today, to be held in the hotel dining hall. In fact, the convention was the precise reason she had taken the job of the hotel receptionist.

A muffled sob came from beneath her desk. Monica sighed and adjusted her uniform, which consisted of a white button-down shirt and black pantsuit, complete with polished black high heels. She leaned down and looked beneath the desk, where a young woman lay in her lacey pink underwear, taped up and gagged, with a blindfold covering her eyes.

"Sweetie," Monica whispered, "we've been over this before. Nobody can hear you. Nobody can help you. Now stop whining before I knock you unconscious with your own high heels."

The woman grew silent, and somewhat fearful. Monica couldn't blame her. She returned to her normal position at the desk. "Good morning, how may I be of service?"

Tara admired the hotel's satin carpeting as she rolled the overfilled laundry cart down the hall. Clearly, this hotel didn't want any of its guests inconvenienced.

She, on the other hand, didn't mind.

Tara stopped outside Room 1438 and knocked twice. "Housekeeping," she called in her most professional voice.

"Already?" she heard a female voice ask. "Very well." The door clicked open to reveal a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a gorgeous black dress with glittering sequins, a diamond-studded necklace, and black high-heeled pumps. Tara detected the scent of expensive, richly exotic perfume. Magnificent, she thought.

"Please, come in," the woman smiled. "I didn't expect you yet. But I'll be leaving in a few minutes to the science convention in the auditorium. I suppose you know of it."

Tara wheeled her cart into the woman's hotel suite. Of course she knew of it. After all, it was the sole purpose of her visit to the hotel. "Yes. Sounds exciting!" she replied. "You're Dr. Madeline Skye, aren't you?"

"That's right!" The woman closed her door. "It's great to meet someone who recognizes me. You must read my magazine articles."

"Oh, sure. Love 'em." And I love your dress even more, Tara thought.

"So nice to meet a fan. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to freshen up in the bathroom. You can start on the bedsheets."

"Yes, ma'am." Behind her back, Tara removed a small cloth from her skirt.

As Dr. Skye turned toward the bathroom, she suddenly felt the maid's hand clamp over her nose and mouth. She tried to cry out, but her voice came out as nothing more than a muffled "Mmpphhh!" The maid's other arm encircled her shapely waist and pinned her arms to her sides. She struggled frantically, even as she breathed in the cloth's intoxicating fumes.

Tara leaned over and whispered into the struggling scientist's ear. "Shhh... calm down, sweetie. It's nothing personal. You'll thank me later... assuming you can talk."

"Mmmmppphhhhh..." The woman's struggles had grown weaker, and her eyelids fluttered closed. Tara held the chloroform pad against her face for another ten seconds, then slowly lowered her to the floor.

"That's a good girl. Pleasant dreams, Sleeping Beauty." Tara walked over to the door and opened it. Annie walked inside. She eyed Dr. Skye's unconscious figure and smiled.

"Nice work, Red," she told Tara. "Now we just need an easy way to get her out of the hotel.

...........

Monica checked her watch. Nine-fifty-eight. She had been posing as the hotel receptionist for nearly an hour, and nothing too eventful had occured. She watched several of the hotel's female guests glide through the lobby, clad in all sorts of gorgeous outfits as they headed for the auditorium. Monica wanted to try on a few of those dresses, but held back the urge. The mission required her to steal a receptionist's uniform, and none other. Well, unless she really had to...

Monica glanced beneath her desk, where the real receptionist was securely bound, gagged, and blindfolded. The unfortunate woman was still sobbing to herself, probably wishing she had some clothes. Monica found it difficult to believe that this was the same woman who had so obligingly led her into the private room behind her desk, fully believing that she was a hotel inspector... right until the moment she had been knocked unconscious.

"Live and learn, honey," she now whispered beneath her desk.

"Excuse me." Monica looked up and saw two young women who had just entered the hotel, carrying a large crate. They were dressed in dark green delivery uniforms with brown boots and baseball caps. One woman had blue eyes and long blond hair, the other had horn-rimmed glasses and dark hair which she wore in a ponytail.

"Special delivery," the dark-haired woman told Monica. "One of your guests ordered some new science equipment. Should we leave it with you, or take it up to his room?"

An idea flashed in Monica's head. "Oh, you can deliver it," she smiled. "What's the name?"

"Dr. Otto von Kampfman," the woman read off the crate's label.

Monica pretended to check the name on her computer. "Ah, here it is. Room 1438. You can take the service elevator."

"Thanks." The woman nodded at her, and she and her friend were off.

Monica spoke quietly into her concealed radio earpiece. "Annie, Tara, you there? I'm sending you two a change of clothes."

With a "ding", the elevator dors slid open, and the two delivery women stepped out on the 14th floor. Their boots padded on the satin carpeting as they carried the large wooden crate down the hall to Room 1438. Before long, they had reached the door. The blonde woman knocked, assuming a scientist would answer.

Instead, the door opened to reveal a beautiful, red-headed maid. She smiled brightly at the two women. "Ah, hello! You must be here to drop a package off. Please, come in!"

The two women entered, and set the crate down, right near the maid's laundry cart. The brunette dusted off her uniform and said, "Is the scientist here? Someone needs to sign the delivery form."

"Oh, allow me." Tara extended her hand out to the blonde woman, who held a clipboard under her arm. "It's what we hotel staff are for."

The blonde gave her the clipboard and pen. Tara secretly pretended to use them, then said, "Darn, this one's out of ink. Come on, I'll get you another." She beckoned the blonde into the adjoining room. Behind them, the brunette delivery woman still stood there, admiring the hotel suite, her back to the overfilled laundry cart. She did not notice two female hands extending from within the laundry cart. One hand quietly covered her mouth, the other grabbed her arm. Before she could react, the woman was pulled backwards, and disappeared beneath the folds of the laundry cart.

In the adjoining room, Tara led the blonde delivery woman over to a desk, and picked up a pen. What the blonde didn't know was that this was no ordinary pen.

"Does that one work?" she asked.

"Like you'd never believe."

Tara whirled and jabbed the pen into the side of the blonde's neck, releasing a strong knockout chemical. The blonde's eyes opened wide, and rolled back into her head. She fell backwards. Tara caught her before she hit the floor.

"Easy, doll. It would be a shame to get that uniform all dirty." Tara lifted the unconscious woman by her underarms and dragged her from the room.

As she set the blonde down on the floor, Tara noticed Annie emerging from within the sheets of the laundry cart, buttoning up her new green delivery uniform. Two bare, shapely legs hung over the side of the cart, now without their brown boots and white socks.

"Fits like a dream," Annie remarked. "Hurry up, Red. The girl's not gonna strip herself."

Tara nodded, and quickly began relieving the blonde of her uniform. The boots and socks were first to go. Tara was disappointed to see that the boots were a size too big. She decided it would be necessary to pad them with tissue paper. Then she unbuttoned the woman's uniform and eased it off her, revealing a stunning body with a lacey white bra and panties. Tara noticed that the woman's belt contained a thick roll of brown packing tape. That could be useful, she mused.

While Tara shed her maid outfit and donned her maid uniform, Annie strode over to the closet and unlocked it. Inside was the sleeping Dr. Skye, still in her dress. She was beginning to stir, her eyes slowly opening. Annie produced a chloroform pad and pressed it gently against the woman's nose and mouth. "Shhhh... go back to sleep, lemon drop. Just for a bit longer..." Dr. Skye seemed to flinch for a moment, but then her eyelids fluttered closed. Annie continued to press the pad against her face until she was confident the woman would not wake up again for quite a while, then dragged her from the closet.

By now, Tara was fully clothed in her delivery woman uniform. She pried open the wooden crate and removed the scientific equipment from inside. Then, she and Annie lifted Dr. Skye's sleeping figure and placed it in the crate. They closed the lid and nailed it shut.

"Okay," Annie smiled. "Let's attend to our two guests."

Tara held up the roll of packing tape. "Let's."

In due course, Annie and Tara taped the real delivery women's mouths shut, then taped their ankles together. They crossed the women's wrists behind their backs and wound more tape around them. The women couldn't move if they wanted to, which, of course, they did.

"Mmmmpppphhhh!" the brunette woman cried as she watched Annie don her baseball cap and horn-rimmed glasses.She attempted to wriggle free, but the more she tried, the tighter the tape bound her. The struggling blonde fared no better.

"Don't worry, loves," Annie commented as she and Tara locked the two women together in a tightly cramped cabinet. "The maid comes by here every day. You'll be free before you know it."

Tara looked at her as they both stood up. "Um, the maid is bound and gagged in a closet."

"Oops," Annie smiled, eyes twinkling. "I forgot."

The two women laughed as they lifted the crate and exited the room.


Most of the hotel's patrons were now gathered in the auditorium, so it was a simple task for two delivery women carrying a large crate to make their way down to the first floor and sneak out the back exit. Once the were outside, Annie spotted a small green delivery truck in the hotel's parking lot.

"There's our ride. Let's go!" she said enthusiastically.

Tara followed her to the truck. Annie used a set of keys she had stolen from the real delivery woman to unlock the doors. They placed the crate in the back compartment and covered it with a cloth. Annie got behind the driver's wheel, and Tara sat down beside her. The two women buckled up. Annie turned the ignition, and they were on their way.

As the vehicle roared away from the hotel, Tara spoke into her concealed earpiece. "Monica, we're out. Get to the rendezvous point as soon as you can."

............

Monica had been sitting dully, watching the last few scientists file through the hotel lobby, when she received Tara's message. Instantly her face brightened. "Copy. Be right over."

She leaned beneath her desk and blew a good-bye kiss to the helpless, clothesless woman stuck beneath it. "So long, honey. Been nice impersonating you."

The woman whimpered through her gag, begging to be untied. Monica ignored her as she arose from the desk and exited the lobby.

Outside, the weather was beautiful. Monica sighed. Ordinarily, she would drive herself to the rendezvous, but after sitting behind a desk for several hours, she very much wanted to stretch her legs. In fact, perhaps a refreshing run was in order. Unfortunately, the high heels and stiff pantsuit she was wearing would make running difficult. Monica bit her lip in thought.

A noise behind her caught her attention. From afar, she saw a blonde woman jogging her way up the sidewalk. The woman was wearing a light blue running suit that showed off her figure, with white socks and sneakers. She had a cassette player strapped to her belt, and was listening to music through a pair of earphones. Moica guessed the woman to be about her size. She crouched behind some bushes, slipping out of her high heels.

The blonde was fully absorbed in the music from her cassette, so much so that she did not notice the woman lying in wait for her. As she jogged past the bushes, Monica stood up and grabbed the back of her collar. The blonde barely had any time to open her mouth as she was pulled backwards into the bushes. Within moments, a woman far stronger than her had beaten her into unconsciousness.

Monica stripped the woman down to her bra and panties, admiring the woman's clear love for pink, before doing the same to herself. She zipped up the running suit while it still felt warm, and fitted herself into the socks and sneakers. Already she felt reenergized. Monica removed the earphone cables from the woman's cassette player and was impressed by their durability. She used them to bind the woman's wrists behind her back, then brought her ankles up towards her wrists and bound them together. Monica tore a few strips from her receptionist uniform and stuffed them into the woman's mouth, before securing one strip over her mouth and tying it behind her head. She then carried the woman behind the hotel and left her in one of the metal garbage cans. The sanitation workers would come by tomorrow for a most unexpected surprise.

Monica flexed her limbs. The running suit accompanied them nicely. With a flip of her hair, she was off.