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 it wasn’t just the
female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.
There were also the
local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village,
he had become the prey.
Because for the lonely
widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house
frau’s he was manna from heaven.
But the circumstances
under which he encountered Kim Werner were slightly different.
She was neither a guest,
not staff or a local cougar she was the vicars daughter and she was only 17.
Kim had been trying to
get Gary into bed since the moment he arrived in Clayton but he had resisted
her allure.
The reason for that
was not that she wasn’t actractive, she was very, she was a petite brunette,
with a beautiful face and tidy body.
Nor was it her age, he
had bedded plenty of 17 and 18 year olds in his time and would doubtless have a
good many more.
His issue with her was
the fact she was the vicars innocent daughter and he thought it would be a step
too far, so he kept dodging her less than suttle advances.
Gary managed to dodge
Kim’s less than suttle advances for six months without too much difficulty but
she became bolder and bolder until one day when he had been for meal at The Old
Mill in Mornington and walked over to his car and found Kim sitting in the passenger
seat.
“What are you doing
here?” he asked
“I was just passing”
she replied
“You have to stop
doing this” he said and got into the driver’s seat.
But
when he got in the car he noticed she was wearing a pink and white top but was
completely naked from the waist down.
“Can we go now?” she
asked and put her left foot up on the dash board.
“For God’s sake Kim
cover yourself up”
“Why, don’t you like
what you see?”
“That’s not the
problem” he said “Someone will see”
“Then take me
somewhere else” Kim said coyly
“How many times do I
have to say it, no” he said
“Now cover yourself up
and I’ll take you home”
“I don’t want to go
home” she replied “but you can “take me”“
“Stop!” he snapped
“Why? What’s wrong
with me?” she said angrily
“You have absolutely
no morals whatsoever and you shag anyone and everyone” she retorted “So why not
me?”
“What do you mean?” he
asked
“You don’t need to get
defensive, it’s alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said matter
of factly “and I know you are so don’t bother trying to deny it, I even know
who a lot of them are,”
“I think someone has
been spreading rumours” he said defensively
“If they were only
rumours I wouldn’t be interested in shagging you” she said
Gary went to speak but
Kim stopped him by adding
“And as I say I don’t
care who you shag as long as you never touch my sisters, or my mother”
And then almost as an
afterthought she said “Or my aunt Beth”
“Isnt she the one with
the moustach?” he asked and she laughed
“Yes but she has great
tits” Kim pointed out
Her sisters were far
too young to be candidates for his lust and he hadn’t even considered her
Mother or moustache Pete for that matter.
He was just digesting
what she had said when he caught sight of one of the barmaids collecting
glasses and at that precise moment she bent over to pick up an empty glass and
flashed her thronged twat in his direction.
“So all I want is your
undivided attention” she said and punched him
“Sorry” he said
“That’s ok, you can
look at her fanny” she said “as long as when you get an erection, I get it”
“Well someone will” he
said
“Why not me?” she said
angrily
“You’re too young” he
said
“Rubbish I’m 18 so its
not illegal”
“And I’m 33 so it may
not be illegal but its certainly immoral” he pointed out
“Why? Its not as iff
I’m a virgin” she said and he looked shocked
“What? you thought
because I’m a Vicars duaghter that I was all virginal and pure?” she scoffed
“Well yes” he said
“Really? Well I
haven’t been a pure Christian maid since I was 13” she confessed
“So now can we go
somewhere and fuck?” she asked and
Gary replied by
starting the engine.
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