The beautiful
Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale
located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the
Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa.
It was once the home
The Clerembeax’s, who arrived in Downshire following the Norman conquests and
stayed for a thousand years before the name died out following the death of the
reclusive Marcus Clerembeax at the age of 96.
The current owner was
Yvonne Labuschagne, who decided to open it as a Hotel and Spa and she and her
handpicked staff had made a great success of it, and they had a varied
clientele.
Malcolm Steele had
stayed in a lot of Hotels over the years and he had bedded a lot of women in
Hotels, sometimes he picked up the women and sometimes they picked him up.
The bar was a
favourite starting point and was usually fertile ground and on those rare
occasions that he struck out he could often go to the concierge to find him
one, in the bigger Hotels at any rate.
But in the Clerembeax
Palace Hotel and Spa didn’t really work like that, so if he struck out there,
he would spend the night alone.
However, as luck would
have it when he arrived in the bar there was large busty blonde sitting on a
stool at the bar, and he recognized her.
“Hello Dr Simmons” he
said “Good to see you again”
She was one of the
Doctors at his mother’s care home.
“Mr. Steele, please
call me Sally, I try to play down the Doctor bit when I’m out otherwise people
have an annoying habit of telling me about their nasty complaints”
She laughed a rather
delightful laugh that caused her rather substantial chest to come alive.
“I’m looking forward
to getting hold of those beauties” he thought to himself and then he noticed
the wedding ring, which was to him what Kryptonite was to Superman.
He had a very strict
rule about not fishing in another man’s pond so to speak, a rule which he had
only broken on a handful of occasions and on every occasion he regretted it,
even though the sex was outstanding.
But he thought there
was nothing wrong with having a drink with a beautiful woman and indulging in
some polite conversation while he ogled her tits.
So, over a drink or
three he explained that he was doing a publicity tour for one of his famous
authors and she told him she was hiding from her ex-husbands mother.
“I divorced him, no
problem” she said “but she still thinks she’s my mother in law”
“I notice you still
wear your ring” he said
“That’s to ward off
the lounge lizards” she remarked
“I understand”
“Are you really
publishing a famous author?” She asked and he nodded superciliously
“Your mum says you
publish dirty books” Sally stated and laughed loudly.
“We all have to make a
living” he replied
“So, who’s the author?
Some dirty old man writing for other dirty old men” she asked cynically
“Actually” he said
quietly “she’s a middle-aged spinster from Cheltenham”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously, she has
the filthiest mind of anyone I’ve ever met” he said and they both laughed
It was shortly after
that when they got the distinct impression that the barman had had enough and
was ready to close.
The generally accepted
convention was that the staff were obliged to keep the bar open all the while
guests were wanting a drink but in reality they had to close at some point and
you could still get a drink from the night porter if you wanted a nightcap.
“I think we should let
this poor man close up for the night” she said, and they bade the
long-suffering barman a good night.
As the lift doors
opened, when they reached the third floor, Sally announced
“This is us”
“No, I’m on the fourth
floor”
“Yes, but me and my
magnificent breasts are on this floor” she pointed out “and as you’ve been
staring at them all evening with lustful eyes I thought you might like to do
with them what you’ve been imagining”
“Well as you put it
like that then of course I will accompany you” he said
“Thank God for that
I’m so horny” she whispered as they stepped out of the lift
“Really?”
“Yes” Sally replied
and then added “you wouldn’t believe just how horny”
“Let’s find out then”
Malcolm said and escorted her to her room.
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