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, and among the night duty staff were Night Manager Chelsea
Winfield and her assistant Charlie Wadsworth and one Saturday evening they were
called to a room after loud and persistent screams were reported coming from
one of the premium suites, and as they reached the door they were greeted by a
single long loud scream followed by total silence.
So
Chelsea urgently began knocking on the door and got no response, so she knocked
again, and again got no answer, so she knocked a third time and almost
immediately the door opened and a sweaty woman in a dressing gown opened it.
“Is
everything alright madam?” Chelsea asked with concern
“Oh
God yes” the woman answered, a little wobbly on her feet.
“Somebody
reported hearing screaming coming from your room” Chelsea pointed out
“Yes
sorry, that was me” the woman said coyly
“We
were…and I um…you know…rather loudly”
So,
Chelsea’s suspicions were confirmed, and the sweaty woman blushed.
“Ah
I see” Chelsea said, “ok I understand, but perhaps you could try to keep the
noise down”
“We
will, I will” the woman said and closed the door
“What
was that all about?” Charlie asked
“The
lucky cow was orgasming” Chelsea replied jealously
“Bitch”
Charlie retorted
After
they left the lucky guest Charlie went off and found satisfaction of her own
and Chelsea found that the incident with the screamer had left her
uncomfortably aroused and she spent the next hour sitting at her desk getting
hornier and hornier, and that was despite the fact she had tried to distract
herself with mundane paperwork however it merely delayed the inevitable.
So,
in the end she was forced to pick up the phone and call her sex buddy Sebastian
Chapman, who was the Senior Night Staff Manager at the Hotel.
“Yes”
he replied
“It’s
Chelsea, something urgent has come up”
“Ok
I’ll come down”
“No,
it’s ok I’ll come to you” she replied and hung up and before she left the
office she removed her bra, without the necessity of removing her top, and then
slipped off her tights and knickers and stuffed them in her desk draw, she then
proceeded quickly to Sebastian’s room.
Chelsea
Winfield was 26 years old and divorced from a violent alcoholic but despite
that she was an upbeat person, she was five foot eight with long platted blonde
hair, mesmerizing green eyes.
She
also had a very decent figure, with a pert derriere, disproportionately large
breasts, and stellar legs.
Seb
answered the door in his dressing gown and Chelsea walked in.
“So,
what’s so all fired important?” he asked
“Somethings
come up” she said
“What?”
Seb asked
“You
I hope” she replied and put her hand inside his dressing gown
“I
thought it might be something like that” he retorted
After
she had extracted every ounce of pleasure from him and she’d screamed out in
orgasm, she left Seb in a heap on the bed and redressed and said
“Thanks
for the input boss”
“Night
Chelsea”
When
she got back downstairs wearing a smug expression and no underwear, she was
told that there had been several complaints about a woman screaming.
“Ok
I’ll investigate it” she said and smiled smugly
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