You might be forgiven for never having heard of Montmorency Dulac of Abbottsford, because a Venture Capital company didn’t have anything to offer to ninety five percent of the population, but there was an enormous amount of wealth among the other five percent and MDVC handled more than its fair share.
So come Christmas,
in addition to the normal bonuses, the top 20 performers are rewarded with an
invite to a very special Christmas party at the very exclusive Herbert’s Hotel
in Abbottsford.
This year there
were a number of first-time guests and among them were Ross Hancocks and
Mira Cooke, who joined the company only two years earlier and were pleased to
have been recognised for their efforts, though they didn’t know what to expect.
The event was so
shrouded in mystery and the venue so exclusive that all the guests had to sign
an NDA and declare never to reveal what occurred at the Hotel.
Ross knew one of
the previous year’s guests, Kevin Brown, and tried to glean some nuggets of
information from him but he just smiled,
“Can you at least
tell me what the food was like?”
But again, Kevin
just smiled, but after a brief pause, he said.
“Think buffet,
that’s all I’m saying.”
Ross arrived at
mid-morning and found the exterior of the Herbert Hotel to be rather
underwhelming, the word seedy seemed to sum it up entirely, but once past the
commissionaire and through the revolving door the contrast could not have been
starker, Oak panelling, Leather upholstery, chandeliers, polished brass, and
plush carpeting throughout.
A few of his
colleagues were ahead of him and were checking in, one of whom was Mira Cooke,
and after briefly exchanging pleasantries, he waited his turn and when he was
taken up to his room, he found the luxury and grandeur was not just reserved
for reception.
After everyone was
checked in, there was a group event arranged, an ice breaker consisting of a
Light lunch and a bit of an award ceremony, then they all went their separate
ways to use the pool, gym, or sauna.
Ross and Mira only
knew each other in passing before that weekend, but they seemed to gravitate
towards one another, either because they were similar ages, or had been with
the company for the same length of time or maybe because they were kindred
spirits.
The dress code for
the evening was lounge suits and cocktail dresses and Mira looked stunning in
Emerald green silk, when she walked into the bar, and little else as far as
Ross could detect, and he looked very closely.
After being served
champagne by masked waiters and waitresses and some small talk they were joined
by a very flamboyant character wearing a red silk suit and a sequinned mask who
announced in a booming voice
“Please follow me
into the banquet hall.”
So, the gathered
group, like the rats of Hamlin, followed the Pied Piper along the corridor up
to a pair of large Oak Doors which he pushed open with aplomb and ushered them
inside and the murmurs of excitement which had accompanied them down the hall
turned to gasps followed by a hushed silence.
Ross and Mira were
at the back of the group so were the last to see but then were similarly
affected.
Around the room
there were a dozen or more tables, on the nearest one a beautiful brunette
woman lay spread eagled and was completely naked.
Her whole body was
glazed with chocolate, the inside of her thighs gleamed with sticky honey, her
breasts and nipples were dribbled with some kind of fruit sauce.
She was also
surrounded by ripe fruits and jugs of cream, chocolate, and sauces, to add to
taste.
The woman also
held a cherry delicately balanced on her pursed lips, and a single strawberry
sat between the lips of her hairy pussy.
The other tables
were similarly decorated, just with different hair colour, body shapes, races,
or sex.
“Ladies and
Gentlemen” Boomed the Pied Piper “Dinner is served”
“I don’t know
about you, but I’ve never been a fan of sharing platters” Ross said.
“Would you
prefer…. private dinning?” Mira asked and took hold of his hand.
“My thoughts
exactly” he responded and led her towards the door.
“I will have some
food sent to your room” the Pied Piper said as they passed him, and Ross
nodded.
A few yards along
the hall Mira said.
“I’m not by the
way, I know you were wondering.”
“Not what?”
“Wearing anything
under the dress.”
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