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.
When he first found out he was being sent
to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he
viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised
than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it
was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing
as any city girl, if not more so.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep”
which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs
closet.
Although in truth he was rather ambushed.
But despite Gary’s predilection for shagging anything with a pulse he
surprised his father as well as himself by doing a very acceptable job of
managing the hotel and had grown the corporate side and it was becoming a popular
venue for functions.
His father was particularly pleased with him, there had been no reported
scandals and he had turned around the fortunes of the hotel, and so he invited
him up to London for the weekend for a celebratory meal.
The meal was good and it was nice to see his parents but he didn’t stay the
whole weekend as he was missing the quiet of Clayton.
And in truth he was a little embarrassed taking all the credit for the
success at the Clayton Manor.
Because the truth of it was that his success was as a result, in no
small measure, to his decision to promote the former head of housekeeping
Blaire Parrott.
The decision was rather forced on him after Stanislaw Gorski tendered his
resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace group for ten
years and had been the Assistant manager at the Clayton Manor for 5 of those
and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for the
job.
So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too
much for him to take.
The decision to promote Blaire was rather forced on him after Stanislaw Gorski
tendered his resignation, he had been a loyal employee of the Playford Palace
group for ten years and had been the Assistant manager at the Clayton Manor for
5 of those and when the Manager’s vacancy came up he believed he was a shoe in for
the job.
So when Gary Playford was parachuted in over his head it was just too
much for him to take.
His departure left Gary in a very difficult position as he needed
someone who knew the place inside out and Blaire was the only person that
fitted the bill so he offered her the job.
However after her physical assault on him in an upstairs closet on his
first day they had become fuck buddies and so she was reluctant to accept the job
and it took some persuasion.
“I want you because you know the hotel and the staff and you’ll be a
first rate assistant manager” he said “so are you going to take it?”
“Yes” she said
“Good”
On her way out of his office she paused by the door and said
“There is one condition though”
“What’s that?”
“I would still like to be your fuck buddy” Blaire said
“No problem”
Gary felt very pleased with himself for
persuading her although it was for purely selfish reasons.
And those staff members who thought her promotion
was down to sex were not that far from the mark, though not in the way that
they meant.
Having Blaire as assistant manager, who was
not only hard working and diligent but could also handle the guests very well,
meant he could comfortably leave her in charge while he was doing what he did
best, seducing women.
On Saturday night after a lavish meal Gary said goodbye to his parents
and drove back to Clayton and it was 4 am when he pulled up outside the hotel, and he was surprised to see
there were lights still burning in his office so he decided to investigate, and
on looking through his office window he saw Blaire was asleep in his chair
behind his desk.
Gary smiled and
then turned and headed to the entrance and
when he reached his office door he could clearly see her sleeping behind his desk.
Blaire Parrott was five foot eight with
substantial breasts and long shapely legs.
But in his leather chair she looked quite
small, almost childlike, her head, with her pixie cut red hair was turned to
the side and she had an angelic look on her face.
It was a pretty face that he was very
familiar with, although more often than not it was not quite as angelic as he
was more familiar with it being distorted by an orgasmic grimace.
Blaire was 26 years old and she had worked
at the hotel for three years and had been head of housekeeping for two of
those, and was now the assistant manager, and it was something of which she was
very proud, to have been promoted was a great achievement and the majority of
the staff were pleased for her, although one or two put it down to her being
rewarded for services rendered.
She was married to an alcoholic who hadn’t
had an erection for two years, which was why she was so receptive to Gary’s
attentions.
As she slept in his chair she was wearing a
turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.
He tip toed in
and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and watched
her sleeping.
26 years old Blaire Parrott was married to
an alcoholic who hadn’t had an erection for two years, which was why she was so
receptive to Gary’s attentions.
she had worked at the hotel for three years
and had been head of housekeeping for two of those, and was now the assistant
manager, and it was something of which she was very proud, to have been
promoted was a great achievement and the majority of the staff were pleased for
her, although one or two put it down to her being rewarded for services
rendered.
As she slept in his chair she was wearing a
turquoise green skirt, a rather creased white blouse and black opaque tights.
He tip toed in
and closed the door behind him then he sat on the corner of his desk and
watched her sleeping.
“Good morning” he
said as she opened her mesmerizing green eyes.
“What are you
doing here?” she said startled “I thought you were in London”
“I was, I came
back early” he replied
“More to the
point, what are you doing here?”
“Kenny” she
replied
Kenny was her
alcoholic husband.
“What’s he done
this time?” he asked
“He’s drunk” she
replied
“So what’s new”
he said ironically
“But this time
he’s been hammered for ten days straight”
“You should leave
him” he said
“And go where?
And do what?” she snapped “He’s blown all our money on booze, there’s nothing
left for me to start again on my own”
“But he’s never
going to change” Gary said
“I know” she
agreed resignedly
“So why don’t you
live in?” he asked
“I need something
more than a maid’s room” she said sinking back in the chair
“That wasn’t what
I had in mind” he said
“I don’t know
what you mean” she said with a confused expression on her face and then when
the confusion cleared she said “oh no I can’t live with you”
“God I wasn’t
suggesting that” he said with horror
“You don’t have
to sound quite so horrified” she said
“Sorry” he said
“but what I was suggesting was the Gate Lodge”
“Gate Lodge?” she
responded
“Yes it’s the
building down by the gate”
“I guessed that
much, what about it?” she asked
“Well apparently when Stanislaw Gorski was assistant manager use of the
Lodge was part of his package” Gary said
“No, Stan lived
in the village” she corrected him
“Out of choice”
he said “but he didn’t have to”
“Are you sure?”
she asked
“Yes I saw it in
his personnel file the other day”
“What were you
looking at that for?” she asked
“I had to do a
reference” he replied “his file is still on the desk somewhere”
He said as he
glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and
reached over and grabbed the file marked “private and confidential” and began
reading it.
“You were telling
the truth” she said “So I can live there”
“I had to do a reference”
he replied “his file is still on the desk somewhere”
He said as he
glanced over his shoulder and all of a sudden she rose up from the chair and
reached over and grabbed the file marked “private and confidential” and began
reading it.
“You were telling
the truth” she said “So I can live there”
“Why would I lie?” he asked affronted
“I thought you
were just being nice” she said as she leant over the desk reading it
“That doesn’t
sound like me” he said
”No it doesn’t”
she agreed
“You cheeky cow” he
said and pinned her to the desk and tickled her mercilessly until she was
laughing so hard no sound was coming out of her.
And when he had
finished and let her regain her breath Blaire started to rub her arse against
him.
“So you want to
play do you?”
She didn’t answer
him but let out a long steady exhale through her nose and then she pushed again
against the lump in his trousers.
He repositioned
his stance and began hiking up her skirt and released the pressure against her
to allow the fabric to pass between her arse and his bulge.
She was bent over
his desk with her full weight on her palms and the hem of her skirt halfway up
her back.
He was about to
grip the waistband of her tights and yank them down as he often had before,
“Stockings eh?” he said
“I found that the Tights made me too hot”
she replied
“It’s not possible for a woman to be too hot”
Gary said
“But Stockings make you hot” she said and
rubbed her pantie covered cheek against his bulge
“Very true” he
agreed and pulled her black panties smartly downwards
So with her
knickers safely around her knees he undid his trousers and sat in the chair
with his cock stiffly on parade
“Come on then
Blaire if you want to play” he commanded
Obediently, his understudy,
who still had her hands on her desk shuffled backwards and lowered herself
until she was squatting on his shaft and then rose and fell on him, rising to
the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the
down making wonderfully dirty sounds as she did.
But despite her
skill as a lover, given the unorthodox position, inevitably Blaire lost the
rhythm so Gary with his balls fit to burst, used one hand to hold her onto him
and the other to push himself up from the chair and stood up with his cock
still inside her and finished her over the desk.
She was still
laying bent over the desk sighing with her bare arse and bejewelled fanny on
full display while he redressed.
He bent down and
kissed one cheek and caressed the other and said
“Go and get some
sleep, in one of the vacant rooms”
“Ok boss” she
purred
“And tomorrow get
housekeeping to prepare the lodge and then you can move in”
“Thank you Gary”
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