I flooded the brothel

A new client came in, I'd never seen him before. Lovely gentleman albeit a little drunk but then again, it was late on a Friday night. Almost everyone that came in over the weekend was a little drunk, at best.

I take him into one of the working rooms - simple rooms with a big bed, a couch, mirrors everywhere and a shower for the clients to use. At the beginning of every booking, the clients are asked to do a health check. We basically shine a torch on their nether regions and look to see if there is anything green and oozing. He passed with flying colours and I get him into the shower to start our hour-long booking.

The shower must have accelerated the alcohol in his system, or something else he'd taken had just kicked in. The poor love did not want to come out of the shower. He was sitting on the floor, perched against the wall embracing the hot water. I was asked to join him in the shower as he did not want to miss out on any fun but didn't feel like he could get out. He even offered to pay more for the extra effort of a shower service.

I stripped, took my watch and glasses off and joined him on the floor after I stashed some condoms within reach. We chatted for a while, typical drunk conversations about nothing and wild hand gestures for extra emphasis.

He pulled me into his lap and we kissed for a while before I reached for my trusty rubber stash. The sex itself was not particularly exciting, it was just... in the shower... awkward as all heck. But manageable. He wasn't much help, just kinda sat there and let me do all the work. My poor knees!

The timer on my phone went off, signalling that our booking only had ten minutes left. I looked around and saw water everywhere. Well, as expected I thought. This shower doesn't have a door on it, it is just a little tiled open front rectangle in a carpeted room, the tiled area at the front of the shower was quite long and caught most of the splashing. The bath matt at the end was drenched and I just assumed that it caught all of the overflow.

Without my glasses on, I am blind as a bat. So, it wasn't until I stepped on the bath matt that I realised that it was FLOATING! My foot sunk to the floor with a big splash. The room was sitting under a good inch of water, and I panicked!

I rushed to turn the shower off, much to my client's annoyance, and threw him a towel to dry off. I wrapped a towel around myself and ran out to reception to tell them that I fucked up. The hallway, also carpeted, was drenched as well.

My lovely receptionist followed me back to the working room to check the damage. I had explained to my client that she would be looking in to see the floor before I left. However, this did not stop him yelling at her when she poked her head in. He completely freaked out and screamed that she was eye raping him. He even made threats to sue! At this point, the commotion alerted the big boss, who barged in and told him to piss off, to put it politely.

The client demanded his money back as the receptionist had seen him in a towel. The big boss demanded money from him to have the carpets cleaned which the client refused. It was all a massive kerfuffle. They're arguing in the hallway while me and anyone I could grab for help was running around with armfuls of towels. We did our best to soak everything up. We ran out of towels at the point we realised the water has also flooded the working room next door.

I felt horrible and panicking that I would get fired. Luckily, my boss was a lovely man and just laughed the whole thing off. Despite the mountain of wet washing it involved. I baked him an Oreo cheesecake the next day to bring in for my shift that night. Along with a mop with a bow on it and a little handmade card that said "I'm sorry I flooded the whore house!"

Moral of the story - keep your butts off the drain if you're bonking in the shower!