Clayton is a small village in the North East
corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings
and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need
to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton
Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was
appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary
was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a
reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He
was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and
he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel
empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily
thought with his dick.
Which
could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up
sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So
it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no
serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.
Blaire Parrott was 26 years old and married to
an alcoholic but despite that she was an upbeat person
She was five foot eight with short red hair,
in a pixie cut, with mesmerizing green eyes.
She also had a very decent figure with a pert
arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.
Gary Playford’s arrival at the hotel had a
massive impact on her, and not just the enjoyable fuck buddy relationship that
had developed between them after she had jumped him in an upstairs closet on his first day.
She had been promoted from head of housekeeping
into the assistant manager’s position and she had been able to leave her
alcoholic husband because she was now living in the Gate Lodge, and all of
these things combined allowed her the time and opportunity to feed her
appetites.
And all of these things combined allowed her
the time and opportunity to feed her appetites.
It was just before Christmas when Blaire was
sitting in her office opening the mail and she had a rather large parcel
addressed to her personally, she opened it and found a gift wrapped present
inside but she didn’t open it, she just read the card instead
“Have a very Merry Christmas Blaire, with love
from a very grateful Guest”
“Well that’s lovely” she said to herself and
then she read the back of the card
“PS – looking forward to dining in my room on
New Year’s Eve”
Which caused her to blush scarlet.
The card was from Michael Foss, a guest whom
she had seduced in his room after delivering his meal.
He didn’t realise when she walked in pushing a
trolley that it was actually she that was on the menu.
But she was and he had dined from Ms Parrott’s
a la carte selection many times since.
After she had finished opening the mail she
then ordered what sounded like a very interesting sandwich from the kitchen
which turned out to be rather boring.
And while she drank the cup of tea that came
with it she decided to go and deliver a present of her own.
Blaire stood in the hall holding a Christmas
package when she knocked on the door of his suite.
When the door opened she found Gary Playford
standing there wearing a dressing gown.
“Happy Christmas Gary” she said beaming a big
smile and holding out the package.
“Wow Happy Christmas Blaire” he responded,
“come in”
“Ok” she said still smiling broadly “but no
funny business”
“No funny business” he agreed and Blaire
stepped inside
“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” he said to
her as she sat down on the sofa.
“I think I do because last Christmas Ken was
drunk for ten days in a row, we had no decorations, because he ripped them all
down in a drunken rage, no tree for the same reason, no Christmas dinner
because he spent all the housekeeping money on booze and there were no
presents” she said and tears were beginning to form in her eyes
“This year, I have a new job, which I love, I
have somewhere I can call home, I have my own office, I have money in the bank
and a bright future ahead and it’s all thanks to you”
He tried to interrupt but Blaire continued
“If you hadn’t helped me, believed in me, I
wouldn’t be here now having the best Christmas I’ve ever had, and I will always
be grateful for that, and the other things of course” she added and blushed.
Then she stood up and gave him a big hug and
an hour later she left his suite considerably moister than when she had entered
it.
“So much for no funny business,” she thought
as she walked down the hall smiling broadly.
Gary meanwhile was showering for the second
time that day and as a result of Blaire’s Yuletide felicitations he was about
forty minutes late leaving for a meeting in Shallowfield and Blaire needed a
change of underwear.
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