"Cody! Zack! What are two boys doing??" Mr. Moseby called out.
Zack and Cody were being reckless, choking each other - bumping into The Tipton Hotel's precious items. Who knows what they were fighting about, who cared anymore? It seems that ever since Zack accidently gave Cody a blowjob in his sleep, they've been fighting non-stop.
"Break it up!" Mr. Moseby yelled, running towards the sufficating twins.
"Moseby, Zack is a faggot!" Cody yelled, everyone in the prestigious hotel heard.
"No! You little bitch --" Zack once again started to choke Cody.
"Alright!" Moseby pulled them apart, violently. "Now you two need to learn to behave yourself. You can't go all willy-nilly in my hotel!"
"I'm pretty Zack is the going 'willy' for me!" Cody teased.
There was a pause, an awkward silence. "You bitch." Zack said softly, attempting to attack Cody again.
"BOYS!" Moseby called out loudly.
The two boys halted, staring coldly into each other's eyes.
"Now you need to work this out! You two are brothers..." Moseby started, "and you must respect each other."
Zack and Cody both sighed loudly.
"Fine," they said in unison.
"Alright. Now I don't want to see you fighting in the lobby ever again. Understand?"
"Yes Mr. Moseby," the twins said in unison again.
The twins walked quickly towards the elevator, Cody pressed the button that brought them up to the 23rd floor.
"You bastard I wanted to push the button!" Zack yelled.
"Faggots aren't allowed to press the buttons!" Cody screamed back.
They started choking each other in the elevator again, Moseby simply hid his head in his hands.
These boys were overreacting. When they grow up, they'll know that accidently giving someone a blowjob is no big deal. It happanes everyday. If Moseby was choked everytime he gave someone a blowjob, he would be dead. Little did anybody know, Moseby was very promiscuous. He had "gotten around".
He often fantisized about having sexual relations with the people who worked in his hotel:
Maddie - the hot, yet innocent candy counter girl. Moseby often dreamed about riding his hand up her very short skirt, stuffing his hand down her shirt, running his fingers through her hair.
London - the boss's daughter. He knew he would get in trouble if he made love to the highly publisized Tipton heiress. Yet he still wondered what her arse would feel up against his groin.
Carrie - the caberet singer. The only reason Moseby hired her was to possibly have sex with her. Her body was so hot to him, and he daydreamed about her singing to him. Then moving on to other things...
Esteban - the virgin bell boy. Moseby always thought Esteban was sexually attractive. He remembered watching Esteban get out the swimming pool, his body shimmered and his stomach muscles were amazing. Moseby couldn't help but notice Esteban's package usually bolted out of his pants at times.
And lastly, Zack and Cody - the annoying twins Moseby could not get enough of. The way their hair bounced up and down as they fought, the way their tight bodys ruffled against each other, the way they talked to Moseby - a way he had never been talked to before. They excited Moseby in a way nobody else ever had. How he longed to touch them both.
"Mr Moseby?"
Moseby's train of thought was lost when he opened his eyes to see a frumpy candy counter girl standing in front of his desk.
"Yes!" Moseby said trying to sound cheerful, "How are you today Madeline?"
"Well Mr Moseby I was just wondering," Maddie turned around and started pacing at this point. Moseby followed, watching Maddie's fine butt swing back and forth as she slowly walked forward.
"Can I have a raise?" She asked swiftly turning around, catching Moseby in a state of shock. "I mean I've been working so hard lately, and I think I deserve better."
"Why of course you've been working hard Maddie." Moseby said reassuring.
Maddie smiled. Her smile blew Moseby's mind, so teethy and full of joy.
"So I can get a raise?" she asked still smiling.
"Madeline, I would absolutly love to give you a raise. But with decoration costs and Esteban's new humitifyer, we just can't afford it right now."
Maddie's smile wiped off her face. There was such disspointment in her eyes.
"I'm sorry." Moseby said, getting an excuse to touch her shoulder.
"Oh it's fine, it's not your fault." Maddie's smile came back solemnly, "It's ESTEBAN'S!"
Esteban, having extremly bad timing, walked in at that particular moment carrying a very expensive glass bowl. He shreiked loudly as he saw Maddie charging toward him in a fit of rage. He quickly threw the glass bowl into the air and ran as Maddie chased him. With Moseby's quick reflexes, he scooped the bowl before it hit the ground, walked back, and carefully put it on his desk.
"Mosie!" a ditzy voice called from the elevator.
Moseby instinctivly truned around and saw a gorgeous brunette dressed in sparkles head to toe. "For the last time Miss Tipton, do you have to call me Mosie?"
London had just recently given him this nickname.
"Be quiet." London said fiercly.
Moseby obliged, stepping behind his desk and putting on a fake smile.
"Alrighty Mosie," London started, "I need you to do something for me."
"Anything London,"
London stared blankly into Moseby's eyes. How he lusted after those eyes.
"Can you hand me that pen over there?" London smiled.
Moseby was silent for a moment. Then he reached for the pen and gave it to her.
"I have a pen! Yay me!" London called, clapping her hands. She then ran towards the elevator again, pressing a button, and waving furiously to Moseby as the elevator doors closed.
Maddie walked up yet again, looking exhausted.
"Maddie, did you catch Esteban?" Moseby joked.
"Yes," Maddie said breathy.
"Well you look a mess, I don't want you selling candy to my customers looking like that." Moseby realized he sounded a little harsh.
"Your right, I need a shower." Maddie said quietly. "Wait... I have somethingfor you in my room. Come up with me."
Moseby was excited. He followed not saying a word, he didn't want to ruin the moment.
He and Maddie entered the elevator together, she pressed the corresponding floor, and the elevator doors closed. Neither of them knew what would happen next.