The beautiful Downshire village of
Clerembeax St Giles is 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 who frequented the Hotel for a variety of reasons, but all of them
expected a high degree of service.
So, the staff were always on hand to
deal with whatever needs the guests might require, whatever the hour.
Sebastian Chapman was the Senior
Night Manager, he also had a roving eye, but it wasn’t just the female members
of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game, there were also the
local villagers
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.
In the quiet of his office, in the
wee small hours, he was burning the midnight oil, and was sat deep in thought,
as he nursed a large brandy, of who he might slake his lustful thirst with.
One of his subordinates, Chelsea
Winfield, who one of his frequent flyers, was on her day off, so he could chalk
her off the list.
He drained his glass and decided he
would visit the lounge on one final prowl for a likely candidate for his lust,
and there she was sitting alone in an easy chair reading a book and when she
looked up, she smiled at him and said
“Hello Sebastian”
And his mind went blank, clearly some
woman he’d slept with at some time or other and the encounter was so
unmemorable he had obviously forgotten her instantly.
So, he tried to picture her dressed
in a different outfit, casual wear, uniform, bondage gear or work clothes and
then it registered.
“Sarah McAuslan” he replied, not
a woman he had slept with after all and then instantly forgotten she was a
Solicitor from Purplemere who he tried to sleep with.
“Do you mind if I join you?” he
asked.
“Not at all” she said, “please do”
and gestured to the neighbouring chair.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked
“Thank you, yes,” she said, and he
signalled to the barman.
After he ordered the drinks, she said
“I heard on the grapevine you had
been banished to the country, isn’t it a bit slow for a man of your propensities?”
“You would be surprised” he remarked
“Really?” she said “tell me more”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells”
Sebastian pointed out
“Well you’re no gentleman so spill
the beans”
So, over the next fifteen minutes he
related to her some of his more interesting encounters.
“My word you have been a busy boy”
she said and squirmed a little in her seat.
“And what about you?” he probed, and
hoped he might probe further
“What do you mean?” she said
innocently
“You are not after all without a
reputation” he said ungallantly
“Well that’s true enough, though
compared to you I’m an amateur” she said
“Come on out with it” he insisted,
and she regaled him with the lurid tale of one of her clients who attended
meetings in her office after hours and was advocating her senseless.
“Excellent” he said feeling aroused
as he watched her fidgeting.
“Another drink?” he offered
“In my room perhaps” Sarah replied
“A Nightcap?” he asked
“Something like that” Sarah said
“Providing that “Nightcap” is Hotel code for Night Manager shags slutty
Solicitor”
“We at The Clerembeax Palace Hotel
and Spa are here to please” Sebastian said
“So yes, a “Nightcap” is definitely
what I want” she said and stood up and as she walked ahead of him, he said
“So, does this mean that we’ve done
the foreplay?”
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