Susan Makeba had worked at the front desk of the hotel for almost 12 years now, but had never seen anything like this before. Job etiquette kept her from asking anyone about it, but it was too bizarre not to mention. Not only that, but... the more of them there were, the more sexually charged the atmosphere seemed to be. She had to focus in order to concentrate on her job, or else her thoughts would drift to sex. I'm 47 years old, she thought. Why am I getting so horny all of a sudden?
She watched behind the counter as a group of four Bridgets got out of the elevator and, laughing, went to the restaurant. One of them glanced in Melanie's direction and broke off, approaching her.
"Yes, ma'am. How can I help you?"
"Hi. I'm in 406, and the ceiling light above the bed doesn't work. Can you please come check it?"
"Of course."
They stepped into the elevator together, and Bridget flashed her a brilliant smile. Melanie wondered how big her tongue was. Wow, she thought. These feelings are so strong! Control yourself! The pheromones that Bridget was emitting were making the air in the elevator heavy with sex, so that even a few moments in the enclosed space were enough to cause Melanie to become wet.
When then got to 406, Bridget opened it with her key, and they went in. She closed the door behind them. Melanie flicked the lightswitch and looked up. She frowned. "Um, it looks like your light is working. Is that the one.... you were... um..." She trailed off as Bridget stepped in closer and her scent threw Melanie's mind off-track. She leaned forward and kissed Melanie on the lips, and Melanie kissed back, her job not even crossing her mind. Melanie started ripping off Bridget's clothes, and Melanie stood still and let her do it, grinning. As she took off her underwear, she froze as Bridget's rock-hard dick was revealed. A fountain of cum sprayed out and completely engulfed Melanie, who fell backwards, unconscious.
Twenty minutes later, Bridget went to join her friends in the hotel restaurant, and Bridget put her work uniform back on and resumed her job behind the counter at the front desk.
The Bridgets began to take over the whole hotel. Slowly at first, but faster as their numbers went up exponentially. By the end of the first day, half the patrons and two-thirds of the staff had been converted. Bridget looked outside from the front desk and could see there was a cameraman filming right outside the front entrace, and a reporter speaking into a microphone. She recognised the local repoter Beth Tomoyasu, and figured that she was reporting on the Bridget Takeover. She was trying to talk to every Beth who walked through the door, but none were stopping.
Suddenly the manager came storming in. Hugh McCarold's face was red from anger as he ran up to Bridget.
"You! Who the fuck are you?"
"My name is Bridget, sir."
"Where the fuck is Susan?"
"Susan's feeling ill, I'm covering for her."
"Where is she!"
"She's in the back. I can bring you to her."
"You'd better!"
Bridget led him to a back room and prepared her equipment.
Walking from the restaurant, a group of five Bridgets looked out the front door and saw the reporters. They decided...
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