[A golf cart quietly glides up behind two guests because that's what electric golf carts do]
"Ahh, finally, Mr. and Mrs. Kline, I have been awaiting your arrival here at the Black Cove Resort for your long holiday weekend and convention. As a reminder, I'm James and I was your luggage porter last summer, but this year, I've climbed the resort ladder and now I'm the main concierge contact for this entire row of resort cabins and I promise to do everything possible to make this season's Middleton Power Couples Retreat convention the best ever. And I'm starting that with a promise to have a fully charged golf cart in front of your cabin each morning just before sunrise and since I remember the two of you from last year, I had the reservation desk put you two into Cabin #5 because not only does it provide for separate sleeping arrangements, it also has one of those fan-fold pull out partition walls so you two don't have to disgust each other at night. It will allow you, Mrs. Kline, to read your trashy novels in bed and you know, in private under the covers, and for you, Mr. Kline, I mean check under the bed for a stash of "Butch" or something, but I'm just spit balling here.
And, and, and, Cabin #5 allows the two of you to put up a good front on the outside as a respected Power Couple since its front porch is visible by most of the other cabins, so, play nice when you're enjoying an ice tea on the porch. Also new this year, thanks to your convention organizer, Mrs. Bentley and her freaky ways, the hidden hairpin cove just to the north has been reassigned as the freedom cove for the ladies who want to highlight or even out their tan lines this weekend and I have gone ahead and added the GPS info for the special topless or nude sun tanning hidden cove into the info screen of your assigned golf cart, Mrs. Kline. Just take the yellow trail on your golf cart and watch for the GPS locator pin to mark your designation. And I used a GPS locator pin indicator symbol that is a set of swirling tassel pasties to mark "X" as the spot because I'm 21 and I look forward to seeing some swirling tassel pasties soon. Or Mrs. Kline, you can just jump into your resort golf cart and follow the scent of Freddie's perfume. Freddie will be your hidden cove concierge from 10am to 1pm daily."
"(Giggles.) Oh, that flamboyant boy then, hmm?"
"The one and only, Mrs. Kline and Freddie has leveled up and his services this season include sun tan lotion application, hair care down there and general giggling girl talk. And for you Mr. Kline, I also took the liberty to sign you up for the first fishing tournament tomorrow morning, but I had to take my best at a partner for you, so I assigned you with Mr. Crooks, but I can change that if you wish to hook a worm with someone else, so?"
"Oh, Bill Crooks? Um, no it's okay, sonny, Bill brings a fine worm, I mean, hooks a fine worm, so it's fine, but as one of the power couples here this weekend, I mean, I should have a seat with Mrs. Bentley's hubby at least once, so?"
"Oh, that's for Sunday morning, Mr. Kline, but in a round robin switch off sort of way. So, other than that, the social Hut opens for the early bird dinner starting at 5pm and stays open until midnight for over indulging, dancing, socializing and general embarrassing groping near the restrooms because of the over indulging thing. So, will there be anything else for now or shall I have a porter take your luggage then, hmm?"
"Harold, don't just stand there day dreaming about Mr. Crooks wiggly fishing worm and open the trunk for the luggage porter! And luggage porter, watch how you lean into the trunk to retrieve our bags! I have a few more questions for our personal concierge, James, so, get with it, Harold!"
"(Don't get married, sonny.) Follow me, porter. Oh, are these canvas cotton shorts then, tee, he? What do you keep in the pockets, huh? And tee, he, can I dig around in your pockets?"
Married power couples, right folks?
"Alright, James, give it to me straight! What's that flamboyant boy's leader board looking like? Last year was a disaster for me! And now that you're promoted, I mean, we can get a few other things straight later too. Anyways, how are the categories stacking up then, hmmm?"
"Oh, it's just Thursday of the long holiday weekend, so Freddie's leader board standings will change, Mrs. Kline, but as of Noon today, um, Mrs. Otter has the sun hat with long flowing hair and over-sized sunglasses look on lock, so just forget about that category, Mrs. Kline. Plus Mrs. Otter is still able to wear a two-piece swimming suit according to Freddie and Freddie projects that she will rock it even harder this year. So, moving on, it's projected to be a close tie between Mrs. Burns and Mrs. Conn for the way they fill out a one-piece swimming suit, but Freddie hasn't had the chance to personally fit you into a new sexy red one-piece swimming suit yet, so you're in the running for that given that it appears that you have been getting with it in your home gym and it would be worth the "viewers choice" votes if you take a quick stroll around the grounds after Freddie stuffs you into your new swimming suit. Um, let's see, OMG, Freddie writes in fem code sometimes, but, um, Mrs. Henderson is the odds-on favorite in the dinner dress category, but with your larger and fuller boobs, I mean, push them out there and give Mrs. Henderson a run for her blue ribbon. Ooh, oh, the best wardrobe failure category is wide open since it's just Thursday. Oh, wait, ooh, Mrs. Kline, Freddie has opened up the wardrobe failure category this year! It's not just during dinner this year, he also has a blue-ribbon category for best wardrobe failure each morning for opening the cabin door with a morning coffee and giving the morning air a nice yawn and stretch, so I hope that you brought a nice cotton robe with you this year, Mrs. Kline, so?"
"What? No best chest heaving category this year then, hmm, LOL?"
"Well, I mean..."
"LOL, I get it, James, ladies of a certain age tend to flop to the side more than heave up and out and like those little chickadees working at the front desk, LOL. Also, James, since you were not my personal concierge last year, holy pool noodle floatie, James! Is this your cock that I have trace outlining with my hand for the last two minutes or is this a pool noodle floatie in your pants?"
"Ahh, Mrs. Kline, that's all me and that's for you for at least????"
"Oh, three times, James, good things come in three's, wait, or is it bad things come in three's then, either way, I have three holes, so?"
"Well, Mrs. Kline, since I'm about to pop off from being rubbed off, no matter how you call it outline tracing, I mean..."
"Harold! Have the luggage porter hand my cosmetics bag to James! James can carry that into the cabin bathroom for me and be quick about it, Harold!"
Well, hello there, people, I'm James and I have worked here at the Black Cove Resort for the last two summers in between semesters and I have the best job ever!
[Gulp, suck, gulp, squeeze, swallow, milk it, gulp, squeeze it, swallow, gulp, ahh, man drizzle!]
"By the way, James, this one doesn't count against my three, since I basically hand jobbed you off half of the way there and I figured you would pop off quickly in my mouth when I put my mouth on your fat cock and gave it three good sucks. Oh, I'm back to three again, tee, he, but I am counting that as my first sex outdoors, tee, he, since I started to whack you off out front by the car. Also, I hope such a quick pop off was because of all the foreplay rubbing and not your normal. Tee, he, also, also, hell, I don't even care since I haven't had sex in so long, so, find me later, concierge James [mwah]."
Not that I was arguing with that, right? Best job ever, in case I hadn't mentioned that.
And it's totally legit to leave the bathroom and the cabin just after too! I mean, as the concierge, I am expected to be visible and available at all times, so. And to spin around to zip up my shorts, which didn't matter since every direction that I spun around in, well, the resort is that of a circular layout, so.
Oh, and not to be rude people, but shut it about my "preppy" shorts and collared shirt. It's a summer pay check! And some other things. And I'm just 21. So.
"Barb? Barb, where are you? Concierge James, where did the battle axe, I mean, where did the wife go, hmm?"
[Flush, always flush for the sound effect and the excuse]
"Oh, there you are, Barb, so, are you feeling okay, you looked flushed, so?"
Best summer job ever, in case I hadn't mentioned that.
"(Gulp). I'm fine, Harold. Concierge James, thank you for unloading, oops, my cosmetics case, that is and maybe we'll bump into each other later then, hmm?"
"Absolutely, Mrs. Kline. And thank you for allowing me to unload, um, your cometic case. I mean, I want to be the best concierge that I can be, so, thank you. Oh, oh and Mr. Kline, I almost forgot, should I just go ahead and enroll into tonight's 10pm Brandy and Cigar pontoon boat float then, hmm?"
[So, um, so, a power couple horny wife just leans against the door frame behind her hubby and does that action with her finger inside of her mouth then?]
"Oh, I mean, I didn't know the resort offered anything like that, so, like the days of old when the men would retire to parlor after dinner then?"
"You guessed it, Mr. Kline, but the resort holds it to eight men, due to the size of the pontoon and the reservations have a tendency to go fast, so?"
"Oh, well, push the damn button on your mini tablet then, James! Not that I find it interesting to be on a boat float with, um, eight other men, you say, hmm?"
"And with Brandy and fat cigars, Mr. Kline, so [pushes a tab on mini tablet], there you go, you're hooked, I mean, booked, Mr. Kline!"
"Aha, aha, aha, I mean, good work, sonny."
I mean, the Black Cove Resort is an equal opportunity resort folks, so.
