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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