At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town
of Childean and on the outskirts was the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
The manager was Ian Ferguson and he was 28 years old and his father was owned a substantial share in the
Hotel which influenced the decision to appoint him.
However it may have
been nepotism that got him the job but it was his hard work and diligence that
kept him in place.
He worked so hard to
make good that he had no time for a social life so after three years in the job
he had no significant other in his life and no likely candidate on the horizon.
But there was on regular
visitor who he was attracted to called Elizabeth Incledon-Webber who was a 30
something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her
Lizzie Long Stocking, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or
no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she
looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a
pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always seemed to
do a lot when Ian was around.
She had been a regular for a couple of years but since his arrival at
the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first set her sights on him.
Nothing happened between them
though, until one day after a business meeting in her suite.
She always took one of
the grand suites, which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel
room and sitting room, an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold
business meetings in her suite.
Ian happened to be on
the same floor as her suite, patrolling his domain, when the meeting broke up
and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men
emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured
with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on
the other side of the door to Elizabeth.
He knocked on the door
and was releived to hear her say
“Come in”
He opened the door and
found Lizzie Long Stocking sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still
think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells
them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Elizabeth said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a
brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Ian nodded as he digested her words and then Elizabeth suddenly became
concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed
him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she
invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she reattached her mouth to his.
It was something he had often thought about, but never imagined it
would actually happen, he would never have attempted to seduce a guest however
much he may have wanted to.
But she had kissed him so all bets were off and following her
seduction Lizzie Long Stocking stayed at the Hotel more often than she did at
her own home and Ian Fergusson finally had his significant other.
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