ROOM 666 - Day 2, first entry

Dear diary,
Last night, I ordered a chef salad and a bottle of sparkling water (I felt adventurous) for dinner. Room service was very efficient (so I thought), and soon a smiling waitress entered my room, pushing a cart positively loaded in food that I had not ordered.
A serving of pasta with a rich, thick gravy. Duck breast (can you imagine!) with truffle cream. Chocolate mousse. And a bottle of wine!
Can you believe it?
I told the girl that was not my order, but apparently there had been a mix-up - the order she had really included all those things, and it really was marked with my room number.
Maybe because it had been such a long day, I was less than charitable with the poor girl, and snapped she should take back her cart, and bring me my salad and my water.

She looked stricken, and tremblingly made to go. Realizing I had been too harsh, I asked her not to worry, and take her time. It was then she explained the wrong order having been prepared anyway, it would be charged to her, as a way to discourage further distractions and errors.
I was aghast. Not only does the hotel require its female staff to work in ridiculous outfits (such as the short skirt an fishnet stockings this poor girl was wearing,and her corset), but fining them for an error such as this.
So, I told her to leave her cart and don’t worry. I can indulge in a little gluttony, for charity’s sake. She smiled and courtsied, and was gone, her smile back on her dark lips.
And so I dined on this excessively tasty food, while laying in bed and watching the TV. It’s good to have a voice speaking while you enjoy a fine dinner. I caught an interesting documentary on the evils of nicotine. I did not know about its beneficial effects on concentration and mind focusing.
Dinner over (I stained my blouse!), I picked up the Good Book and started reading.
And sometime through the Book of Genesis I must have dozed off (it had been a long day), because all of a sudden I was caught in the strangest dream.
I was laying on the big soft bed, staring up at myself in the hanging mirror on the ceiling. I winked and smiled at myself, and I threw off my sheets, revealing my naked body.
I looked different. My tits were larger, and my pussy was perfectly shaven. I gripped my boobs in my hands, teasing my nipples with my black fingernails, and then I rubbed my hand between my legs. That caused me to smile broadly, in a lascivious leer.
I shook my hair, letting my long fiery tresses fall on my shoulders. I scissored my legs, flashing myself the tattoo on the inside of my thigh.
I was sweating in the heat of the room, as I caressed my wide hips, my shapely legs, my eyes always fixed in those of my reflection, sharing a smile, shaping obscene words with my plump, painted lips. My heart was beating faster as I watched myself wiggle on the bed, like in an obscene dance.
Then, as I watched in shocked fascination, the petite maid crawled on the bed on all fours, still wearing her corset and her fishnets, and her red high-heeled shoes. I grinned at her and sat up, my legs open wide, as she advanced on me like a lioness on the prowl, and finally she buried her curly hair between my thighs. I arched my back, mouth open in a silent wail, and grasped her hair in my fists, leading her on.
Then I opened my eyes, looked at me, and winked evilly at myself.
I sat up on the bed with a gasp. I was still wearing my stained blouse and skirt. Bathed in sweat, my panties wet, I was breathing heavily.
I lit up a cigarette to calm down.