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.
The Spa was a good attraction, but it was
crucial for them to maintain a high occupancy rate, however things were tough
in the Hotel trade with the success of Travelodge, Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express
and so places like the Palace needed to offer something extra to attract the
guests, apart from the Spa.
So, they put on novelty weekends, such as
“Murder Mysteries” and in addition, they had a sizable Ballroom which was used
for special occasions, high days and holidays, which boosted occupancy and Spa
numbers at the same time, Christmas being a prime example, when there was great
demand and grand Christmas function took place.
However, things had got tough in the Hotel
trade with the success of Travelodge, Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express and
so places like the Claremont needed to offer something extra to attract the
guests, but often guests made their own entertainment.
Guests like Mike Saunders, who woke up with
the sun streaming in through the gap in the curtain which illuminated the naked
body of Jay Powell on the bed beside him.
She had her back to him and was lying on
her side and the sun highlighted the curve of her hip, he leant over and kissed
her shoulder, then he slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom.
When he returned he went back to bed and
cuddled up behind her and spooned her.
“Mmmm” she murmured as he nuzzled her neck
and slid his hand on to her belly.
“Oh no you don’t” she said as his hand
moved upwards
“I’m hungry, I want breakfast”
“We can eat later” he said and kissed
“But I’m famished” she protested
“Wouldn’t you prefer to be ravished?” he
asked as he nibbled her ear lobe.
“Breakfast first” she said and wriggled
free of his embrace and got out of bed.
“You can’t go yet,” he said as she put on
her shoes.
“Yes, I can” she said adamantly as she put
her hand on the door knob
“You really can’t”
“Why not?” she asked as she opened the
door
“I am my own woman”
“You’re also naked” he pointed out
“What?”
“You have no clothes on” he said
“What?” she responded and then caught
sight of her own reflection in the mirror and screamed
“I told you so” he said as she slammed the
door and ran into the bathroom
“You could have told me” she protested as
she wrapped herself in towels
“I didn’t think it was a problem until you
tried to leave” he told her
She emerged from the bathroom and began
picking up the remnants of the previous night’s outfit
“And you are gorgeous” he said
“Flatterer” she retorted and then added with
a giggle
“But get your pants on because I still
want breakfast first”
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