Dean was lying on the bed. He was fully dressed and just stared up in the ceiling. He wasn't feeling bad or anything. He was just spacing out this morning. He didn't feel like going for a run, going to a gym or even watching tv. He just needed to relax his mind for a while before having to leave in a couple of hours to be at a meet and greet. He loved his fans but he wasn't always in the mood to see any of them and today was one of those days. There was a knock on the door and it got opened.

"Housekeeping!" A soft voice called out.

He sighed. Not even being alone for a couple of hours could he be allowed to this morning.

"Come on in!" He called back.

He could might as well get it over with. The faster he allowed her inside, the faster she would be gone again.

"Good morning, sir," she said as she got into the room and into his view.

He immetiately sat up in bed and stared at her. If the hotel maids looked like her all the time, he would never again hesitate allowing them inside.

"Dean," he said, his voice barely hearable.

He cleared his throat and spoke louder.

"Dean," he said. "My name's Dean. Don't sir me. I don't like it."

He smiled at her.

"Alright. Good morning, Dean," she said and walked out in the bathroom with fresh towels.

He got out of bed and took a couple of steps out on the floor so he could see her work out there. Damn it, she looked good in that maid uniform.

"And what's yours?" He asked.

She turned around and looked at him like she didn't know what he was talking about.

"Your name. What's your name?" He asked.
"Fiora," she answered and smiled before turning back around to gather the still wet towel from the floor that he had used that morning.
"Fiora," he mumbled to himself and turned his eyes to the floor. "That's a name you don't hear everyday."
"What was that?" She asked.

He looked up and saw she was standing in the same room as him again.

"I said, that's a name you don't hear everyday," he said and smiled.
"True," she said and returned his smile.

She was so pretty.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asked.

He smirked. Oh yeah, he could think of a whole lot he'd love for her to do for him. He slowly walked towards her and he could see in her face she was getting nervous.

"Sir?" She asked as he was right in front of her.
"What did I just say before? Don't sir me. My name's Dean and I'll make sure you'll never forget it once you leave this room," he said.

He reached around to grab her ass and at the same time he bowed his head to kiss her neck. She gasped but didn't push him away. He backed her up against the wall as he kissed her up her neck and slowly moved towards her mouth.

"Sir?" She whispered.
"No!" He growled and moved his head out to stare her down. "One more time and I'm gonna punish you."

She nodded as her voice suddenly seemed to be gone. He lifted up her skirt as he continued to kiss her. She moaned against his lips as he pulled her panties down and let them slide down her legs. She kicked them to the side, never breaking the kiss. She moaned louder as his hand found its way between her legs and he started touching her.

He pushed his fingers inside her, moved them in and out as the palm of his hand constantly glided over her clit. Her kiss became sloppy the more aroused she got and shortly after he couldn't feel her tongue anymore. She was lost in what he did, still moaning into his mouth but not able to use her mouth for anything else. He smiled against her lips before slowly pulling his head away from her just enough to enjoy the sight of her as he was building her up.

"Yes! Dean!" She cried out as she came.

His smile grew wider as he kept moving his hand, trying to drag it out for as long as possible. Yeah, now she remembered his name all of the sudden.

Everything went quiet. He pulled out his fingers and she opened her eyes just in time to see him lick them, still with a twisted smile on his face and a dirty look in his eyes.

"Dean?" She asked.

He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and opened his pants. She looked down as he freed his dick and by instinct she licked her lips. She liked what she saw. He reached down to grab her and lift her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lowered her on his dick.

"Oh god," she moaned as he entered her.
"Not sir and not god either. Just stick with Dean," he chucked.

Before she could even answer to that, he started thrusting into her, making every rational thought immetiately leave her mind.

He held on tight to her as he kept pushing into her. His mouth found her neck again and he kissed, bit and sucked while constantly pushing up into her, making her back slam into the wall over and over. He felt her pussy tighten around his dick as she came a second time, his name hanging in the air again as she cried out.

"Fuck! Fiora!" He roared as he pushed up into her one last time.

He held her up, his dick still buried inside her and his head still in the crook of her neck.

"Holy shit, Fiora. I normally tip the maids but I feel like it would be the wrong thing to do in this situation," he said.
"If anything, I should tip you after this treatment," she chuckled.

He pushed his head out and looked at her with a sassy smile.

"Did you just call me a whore?" He laughed.

He finally pulled out of her and allowed her to set foot on the floor again. She quickly put on her panties and pulled down her skirt, her cheeks suddenly flashing red as if she just now realized what she had just been a part of doing.

"So you don't need anything else?" She asked, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

He chuckled to himself. Odd time to suddenly become shy.

"No thanks, but I do hope you're at work tomorrow too," he answered.

She just nodded and walked towards the door. He heard her open it and then her voice called from the open door.

"Have a good day, sir!"

He shook his head before calling back.

"You're so gonna be punished tomorrow for that!"