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
When they left Chelsea went back
downstairs to her office while Charlie went back to the linen room where she
was working before, she was called away accompany Chelsea to investigate the
screamer.
She also had a roving eye, and her tastes leaned
very much on the feminine side, she had even hoped her friendship with her boss
Chelsea might have developed into a sexual one but she realized very early on
that she was a man only kind of girl.
The
incident with the screamer had left her uncomfortably aroused so when
she had finished with the linen she decided to go downstairs to get herself a
hot drink to help take her mind off her arousal, but as she walked through
reception, she saw a familiar face sitting at one of the reading tables,
reading a book and drinking coffee, who was a viable alternative to a hot
drink.
It was Katie
Daniel, a guest she had made love to only two weeks before, after she took
fresh towels to her room.
“Still
lovely” Charlie thought as she looked her over, her pretty
face, blue eyes, and soft shoulder length brown hair.
Katie was in her early thirties with
a gorgeous figure that she had liberated from a black cocktail dress and thick
black tights, in the privacy of her suite.
As she approached their eyes met and
Katie beamed at her.
“Hey” Charlie said and sat on the
chair beside her and squeezed her hand discreetly beneath the table.
“I was hoping I’d run into you” Katie
said
“Me too” she replied
“Would you like coffee?” Katie asked
“No, that’s not why I’m here” Charlie
replied and put her hand on Katie’s knee and moved her hand up under her skirt
and slowly beyond her stocking top to the smooth expanse of thigh, which made
Katie slop coffee in her saucer and in response Katie instantly closed her
legs.
“Take me upstairs now” she whispered “I
want you so much”
“Yes Madam” Charlie retorted “I will
bring you more towels immediately”
Half an hour later in Katie’s
bedroom, the floor was littered with clean towels and discarded clothing and
room was filled with the pleasurable sounds of love.
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