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.
One of his first
decisions was to the head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott into the assistant
manager’s position.
This in turn created a
vacancy and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty seven years old
Denise Adams.
Denise was a pretty
girl with long straw coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.
She was slender and
looked like a breath of wind would blow her away but she was as strong as an
ox.
She and Blaire had
started at the hotel on the same day and had become firm friends although in
truth Denise would have liked their friendship to have developed into a sexual
one but she realized very early on that Blaire was a cock only kind of girl, so
they were just friends.
When Blaire struck
lucky and got her promotion Denise was absolutely gob smacked when her friend
recommended her for head of housekeeping, and in response she worked tirelessly
to repay her faith in her.
This meant that she
was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time
in the evening but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.
Blaire and Denise were
called to a room one Saturday evening after loud and persistent screams were
reported coming from one of the premium rooms.
As they reached the
door they were greeted by a single long loud scream and then silence.
So Blaire began
knocking urgently on the door and got no response so she knocked again and
again no answer so she knocked a third time and almost immediately the door
opened and a sweaty woman in a dressing gown opened it.
“Is everything alright
madam?” Blaire asked
“Oh God yes” the woman
answered, a little wobbly on her feet.
“Somebody reported
hearing screaming coming from your room” she pointed out
“Yes sorry, that was
me” the woman said coyly
“We were…”
“And I um … you
know…. Rather loudly”
Blaire’s suspicions
were confirmed and the sweaty woman blushed.
“Ah I see” Blaire
said, “ok I understand, but perhaps you could try to keep the noise down”
“We will, I will” the
woman said and closed the door
“What was that all
about?” Denise asked
“The lucky cow was
cumming” Blaire replied jealously
“Bitch” Denise
retorted
Blaire then went back
downstairs to her office while Denise went back to the linen room where she was
called away from, to accompany Blaire to investigate the screamer.
When she had finished
she went downstairs to get herself a drink but as she walked through reception
she saw a familiar face sitting at one of the reading tables reading a book and
drinking coffee.
It was Ann Belcher, a
guest she had made love to only two weeks before after she took fresh towels to
her room.
“Still lovely” Denise
thought as she looked her over, her pretty face, blue eyes and soft shoulder
length brown hair.
Ann was in her early
thirties with a gorgeous figure that she had liberated from a cocktail dress
and thick black tights.
Their eyes met and Ann
beamed at her.
“Hey” Denise said and
sat on the chair beside her and squeezed her hand discreetly beneath the table.
“I was hoping I’d run
into you” Ann said
“Me too” she replied
“Would you like
coffee?” Ann asked
“No, that’s not why
I’m here” she replied and put her hand on Ann’s knee and moved her hand up
under her skirt and slowly beyond her stocking top to the smooth expanse of
thigh, and finally into her knickers which made Ann slop coffee in her saucer
and the Denise playfully pulled one of her pubes.
With her hand still in
her panties Denise gently pulled Ann’s thighs apart with her other hand and her
luscious lips were already open and very accommodating to her fingers, which
slipped along her slippery petals and entered her easily.
And in response Ann
instantly closed her legs.
“Take me Upstairs now”
she ordered “I want you so much”
“Yes Madam” She
retorted “I will bring your towels immediately.
Half an hour later in
Ann’s bedroom the floor was littered with clean towels and discarded clothing
and room was filled with pleasurable moans.
Denise was kneeling
completely naked on the bed with her hands on the headboard
and Ann was beneath
her wearing only black stockings as her tongue burrowed deep between Denise’s
hanging lips while her own finger were between hers.
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