Choice Tales from the Vale – (492) The Dwindling Star and the Understudy

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but that didn’t bother its inhabitants, they may not have been the biggest, but they were in no doubt that they were the best, and that belief was no truer than in the southern town off Abbottsford, Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government.

It was also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, it could also boast that it was a Cathedral City and was home to Abbottsford Town football Club and benefitted from the counties premier Hotel, the Abbottsford Regents.

 

At the beginning of December, the Regents was busier than ever as snow had come early to Downshire and taken everyone by surprise so there was a large influx of walk ins seeking a room for the night and prepared to pay the rather high room rate than risk driving home through the snow.

However, among those already in residence were a host of Professionals and a smattering of the rich and famous, and “A List” American Actress Robin Van Meeuwen being one of them.

She was staying in the Tudor suite, one of the most expensive and was expecting to be there for a prolonged stay as she was starring in a revival of Agatha Christies, The Man in the Brown Suit, at the  Empire Theatre and was in rehearsals for a January opening.

Robin had been in the spotlight since she was 7 years old when she was first cast in a successful Sitcom and quickly established herself as a regular until it was cancelled ten years later, guest appearances in among other shows as NCIS, CSI, Criminal Minds and Stargate SG1 followed, as well as theatre work and Movie parts.

But at the age of twenty-five she won the Role of Petrona in Starfighter Squadron which cemented her as a star in the firmament for over a decade.

However, three things happened in her life in quick succession which derailed her career and life.

Firstly, her husband of ten years shocked her to the core when “out of the blue” he left her for a 19-year-old blonde, second without any warning she was written out of Starfighter Squadron and then finally she turned thirty-five which she blamed for the other two.

Those three events shattered her confidence and left her feeling like a worthless Has-been and she could not work for a year and locked herself away from the world.

When she emerged, her self-esteem was rock bottom, and she was left feeling old, talentless, and unattractive.

It was only her remarkably close and long-term friend Jasmin Fureaux, who dragged her back from the abyss and got her back on the boards to star in her directorial debut, and that was how she ended up at the age of thirty-seven staying at the Regents, but she was still damaged.

 

One person who was delighted to have that particular actress in residence was 30-year-old Receptionist Cameron Vale, who had fantasied about her since he was a schoolboy, but after three weeks at the Hotel he hadn’t seen anymore of her than a figure in a heavy coat and a wide brimmed hat crossing the lobby to the lift.

Robin Van Meeuwen was a reclusive guest, she used the gym for one hour every day, exclusively, at stupid o’clock, and a member of staff had to be posted on the door to make sure she wasn’t disturbed, she took all her meals in her room, she had manicures, pedicures and hair styling in her suite, along with more intimate services, but then the snow came.

 

Cameron shift finished at 10pm but due to the snowstorm he had to stay on longer to cover because his replacement Harry was running late, which was why he was on duty when the call came in.

“The Regents Hotel, how may I help?”

“Yes, hello, I need to leave a message for Miss Van Meeuwen.”

“I’ll put you through” Cameron said. 

“No, no, no time I’m nearly out of charge” he said urgently “Just tell her that Carl from the Agency can’t make it tonight, and they can’t send a replacement”.

“Agency?” Cameron asked.

“Yes um, Escort, male Escort” he explained “Apologize for…” 

Cam hung up the phone after being cut off and smiled to himself, just as a snow-covered Harry appeared in the lobby, because he was going to meet his idol.

 

Cameron knocked on the door of the Tudor suite and waited, and a minute or so later the door opened slightly, and a soft American voice said.

“Are you Carl?”

“No, Carl is stuck in the snow….” He began.

“Who are you then?”

“Cameron” he replied, and the door opened wide.

“Come in then”

He followed her in, and he was a little disappointed because she was wearing a shapeless kind of, fits wear it touches, silk summer dress and he could see no hint of her shape.

But he was in the room with her at least and he had the chance at last to explain what a huge fan he was and was about to declare his admiration for her when she said.

“Ok these are the rules, you must tie me up or handcuff me, and blindfold me, gagging is optional” she explained “and you can be as rough as you like”.

“Ok” he said as he realised that she thought he was Carl’s replacement, and he was able to fuck his idle

“However, no anal, no oral on me, no kissing and No undressing me” she instructed.

“Why no undressing?” he asked.

“I don’t like how I look.”

“And oral?”

“I don’t feel… clean enough” she replied.

There is an old saying about how you should never meet your heroes as they never live up to your idea of them.

He had knocked on her door hoping to meet the sexy screen idle he had lusted after ever since his teens and then he finds out she is ashamed of her body and deeply insecure, still, at least he was going to get to fuck his idol.

“Are we going to do this or nor?” she asked impatiently.

“Absolutely, where are the bonds?” he asked already knowing what he was going to do.

“On the chair” she replied curtly.

Cameron picked up the silk rope and Robin put an eye mask on and turned her back to him with her hands behind her.

“No, hands in front of you” he snapped so she turned around.

He knotted loops around her skinny wrists leaving a short double length between them.

“Is that the best you can do?” she said mockingly.

Robin was a small woman, standing only a smidge over 5ft tall in her bare feet and he guessed a featherweight beneath her baggy garb, so when she was chastising him.

“You’re supposed to be rough with me, this is pathet…”

He grabbed the bonds and pushed her quickly backwards into the bathroom.

He had been at the Regents for a long time and had performed many different rolls, so he knew that the Georgian splendour of the Regents Hotel with their lofty ceilings and 7ft doors.  

Once in the bathroom he closed the door and effortlessly lifted her up and suspended her by the silk bonds from the hook which left her dangling so she could only support her weight on the balls of her feet, and she was panting hard.

When he picked her up, he noticed she was leaner than she was in Starfighter Squadron, so when he had her secured, he decided to check out her shape and began tracing her contours, and he liked them.

Robin was slender, with narrow hips and taught buttocks, clearly as a result of her gym time, but her breasts were firm and plump and he teased her nipples to erection through the silk and watched her licking her lips, then he moved his hand across her well-toned belly until he reached her mound and rubbed her until the silk was wet and she was biting her lip.

As nice as that was, he wanted to get skin on skin, so his hands went up under the silk and yanked her knickers right down and off over her feet before she knew what was happening.

“Wha…What” she said “No undressing, remember the rules” she shouted.

“I’m making the rules now” he said and as he stood up he grabbed the hem of her voluminous garment and tied the loose material in a bow under her chin, before standing back to admire her nakedness, her beautiful breasts, flat stomach neat brown pubic triangle stunning legs perfect little feet, and all the while Robin was hurling profanities at him.

So, he picked up her wet panties and used them as an improvised gag to shut her up.

“Stop making such a fuss” he said, “you’re naked now, and your body is absolutely gorgeous, I’ve been with 20-year-olds who don’t look as stunning as you”.

Then he stood back to admire the view again only this time he undressed himself.

He knelt in front of her and he could smell her pungent odour, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and the heady fragrance spurred him on, she knew what was coming and she stubbornly stiffened to deny him access but as she only had the merest contact with the floor he lifted one leg off the floor leaving her to support her weight on one leg while he supported her other one on his shoulder and he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash and even though she was gagged she let him know how appreciative she was despite not wanting to be noshed.

When he had made her cum, he lowered her other leg gently to the floor and he stood up with her juice all around his mouth, so he removed the gag from her panting mouth and wiped his mouth with them before throwing them aside.

Robin was still panting when he reached behind her and got a firm grip on each firm buttock and lifted her off her feet so her gorgeous syrupy fanny was at the perfect height to receive his cock and once achieved Cameron penetrated her tight creamy cunny and slid effortlessly into her hot gash.

“Ohhhhh my God” she uttered “you’re big.”

He went in deeper, and she moaned again.

“That feels so good, I don’t deserve it.”

“Well, I’ll take it back then” Cam said and partially withdrew.

“No, I really want it, please.”

“Ok you can have it on two conditions” he said.

“Anything” she said urgently.

 “Firstly, I want the mask gone.”

“Why?”

“So, I can see your face when I make you cum again.”

“Ok” she said reluctantly so he pulled it off and revealed her frightened eyes.

“What’s the other thing?” she asked nervously.

“I want a kiss” he replied.

“I don’t do kissing.”

“Ok” he said and withdrew another inch.

“Ok, ok, I’ll kiss you.”

He leant in and kissed her, and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and the kiss continued with hot tongues of passion and when their lips parted, he said.

“Now that wasn’t too bad, was it?”

“No” she agreed, giving him, a weak smile and he penetrated her all the way and her eyes rolled back.

Robin’s slender legs locked around him and he banged her against the door still gripping her tight little buttocks,

As the tempo increased he hitched her up so her bonds were unhooked and went straight over his head so she could wrap her  arms tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he banged her again and again and the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened until the sublime moment, he exploded inside her and she came so hard no sound came out of her mouth for a full minute before she moaned loudly in his ear.

They stayed in that position for about another minute panting hard and then he withdrew from her and lowered her to the floor, he had hoped for another kiss but once he’d undone the silk rope she went cold and distant and quickly wrapped a towel around herself and went into the bedroom and he stayed in the bathroom and redressed.

When Cam was finished, he paused to pocket her soiled panties and then rejoined her.

 

As he emerged, she said without looking at him.

“I’ll contact the agency if I want to see you again.”

“I’m not with the agency” he responded.

“What?”

“I’m not an escort” he pointed out.

“But you said you were.”

“No, I said Carl wasn’t coming and You assumed I was his replacement” Cameron pointed out.

“Well, you didn’t disillusion me” she snapped.

“No, I didn’t”

“Why not?”

“Because I got to fuck you.”

“Well, if you’re not with and agency how do I pay you?” she asked.

“I don’t need you to pay me.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t do it for money.”

“Why did you do it then?”

“Because I wanted to fuck you.”

“For free?”

“Yes, I’d have paid you” he said.

“Well, well, what do I do if I need you to fuck me again?” she asked.

“Text me” he replied and wrote his number on the note pad on the writing desk and then he left.