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.
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.
She also had
appetites, which was why she liked Night Management because there was always a
lonely guest who would be happier satisfying their lust with a real woman
rather than watching porn.
But if she were to
strike out with the clientele, she could always resort to her sex buddy Sebastian Chapman, who was the Senior Night Staff
Manager at the Hotel, who could normally be relied upon to oblige her.
The sex with Sebastian
was great but she wasn’t the only willing and able woman with needs on his
radar and so she preferred to cast her net wider, which was where James
Bottrill came in.
James was a widower
and a regular guest at the Hotel, as he had a business in nearby Abbeyvale.
He was a tall
good-looking man in his late thirties with prematurely grey hair, but he was a
quiet shy.
Chelsea fancied him
from the time before she became Night Manager, and she had hopes that he might
be more than a quickie, so when she got the chance to talk with him she used
the opportunity to flirt with him.
However, he was so shy
nothing ever came of it, despite her best efforts, until one day when she
decided to take drastic action, partly because Sebastian was in Spain, but
mainly because she had to force James Bottrill’s well-manicured hand.
Unfortunately, James
was out most of the evening in question but decided to intercept him when she
saw him return.
“Hello Mr Bottrill”
she said brightly “Have you had a good evening?”
“Yes, thank you
Chelsea” he replied “But tiring, so I think a hot shower and supper in my room”
“Very good Mr
Bottrill” she said and smiled to herself as he walked away, as she had a plan
to get his attention, so she phoned the kitchen.
She met the waiter in
the corridor outside James Bottrill’s room and said
“Ok I’ll take it from
here”
“Very well Miss
Winfield” he responded
When he opened the door,
she could see he had indeed showered, and he was wearing a silk dressing gown
and hoped nothing else.
Chelsea had also
showered since they last spoke, and she had changed from her suit and blouse
and into a dress.
The reasons for that
were two-fold, first it was shorter than her skirt and would show off her
lovely legs and more importantly give her an opportunity to flash her stocking
tops.
“Oh, hello Chelsea” he said, “Do you do everything at this Hotel?”
“No, I was just
passing” she lied and blushed as she pushed the trolley into the room tottering
on her highest heels, chosen for the maximum exposure up her skirt as she bent
over.
Which she quickly did
and asked, “Where would you like it?”
James didn’t reply
because he was too busy staring at the dirty postcard image of Chelsea bending
over the trolley in her seemed stockings and best silk underwear.
Chelsea glanced over
her shoulder to make sure he was looking and bent a little further and asked,
“on the desk or on the bed?”
Suffice is to say his
supper went uneaten, though his appetite had been well and truly satisfied by
the time Chelsea wheeled the trolley out of his room, and as she walked along
the corridor, she was feeling very pleased with herself that she had helped him
overcome his shyness with her special room service, something he would get to
enjoy every time he stayed at the Clerembeax Palace.
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