From Marilyn's younger, wilder days:
She was nearly late for her shift. Colin winked at her when she arrived.
Her mother had also told her that when it came to sex and opportunity: 'it never rains, but it pours'. The truth of that became obvious a few minutes after starting her shift that morning. Mark, the bell captain, asked her if she'd like to go for a drink after work sometime. He'd been chatting her up so much lately that she was wondering if he'd ever make a move. The conversation had just never taken that turn.
"Tonight would be fine." She replied. She hoped she hadn't seemed too eager. Last night was great, but she was hungry for a man.
A few minutes later Colin said, "I'm glad you showed some restraint, and didn't just throw yourself at him!" The sarcasm wasn't lost on her.
She made a face and said: "Well if I'd known that you fancied him I would have told him no. Besides, he's been chatting me up for over a week now."
"True, he's shown quite a bit of discretion for a change." He smiled and whispered, "I'm burning with jealousy."
"It shows."
An hour later Roger Marberry showed up dressed for tennis and asked her to search the register for a particular guest. He looked tanned and fit in his shorts. His smile was dazzling. She was having a hard time concentrating on the screen. She found the name from a few days back.
"Here he is." She smiled brightly at him.
He picked up the phone. Can you give me his personal cell number, please? The son-of-a-gun is late."
She did as he requested and went on about her tasks while he made his call. She thought about last night again and it gave her that warm feeling. Her lil friend was sated for a change and not sending the 'I need it now!' message every five minutes. She noticed a tall, older man dressed for tennis approaching Roger from behind. He was smiling with a cell phone in his ear. He put a finger to his lips as he snuck up behind Roger. He stopped a few feet away and said: "Are you ready to play or what?"
Roger started, turned, and laughed. He made a mock face at Marilyn. "You could have told me this character was up to his tricks!"
His friend instantly jumped to her defense: "I'm responsible for that, Rog, I shusshed her when she saw me." He was younger and a little taller than Roger, with a salt and pepper brush cut. She felt her juices flowing in the presence of these older, handsome men.
Roger introduced her to his friend, "Peter, this is Marilyn Delacroix, Marilyn, meet Peter Bigelow, one of my oldest and most mischievous associates."
Peter checked her out as he shook her hand, giving it an extra squeeze. "If I'd known that I was going to meet this lovely, I would have been on time!"
"That'll be the day!" Roger laughed.
Something about both of these men flipped her switch. She was going to have to visit the women's room at break, maybe before, for some instant relief. She spent the rest of the morning daydreaming about Peter's hands and his smile. There was just something about older, self-assured, successful men that made her wet. She knew that Peter was just being pleasant with his light banter but he had admired her cleavage just a few moments ago. He was interested. So was Roger for that matter. Day after day she wished she could give him some encouragement. The only things in the way of her doing that were:
1. He was her boss.
2. He lived on the top floor of this hotel, where she worked.
3. He was married (in her experience that didn't make a lot of difference if a man was interested, and he was)
4. He was her boss.
She laughed at her predicament, 'Other than incredible odds stacked against me, it's a slam dunk!' The worst part was that her coochie was all worked up again. She was wet and that quim would acquire an aroma. She usually didn't mind (it sure worked on Delia!) but she wasn't completely sure she was going to do it with Mark. Maybe ninety-five percent sure but once he got close, touched her tits, and smelled her pussy there wouldn't be any doubt. She wasn't a total whore, but damned near. When she thought about Delia she got wetter still. She was getting into a state. She probably was going to fuck Mark.
Julianna Marberry stopped by the front desk and gave her some envelopes and instructions for disposition. She wrote the addresses and instructions down so that she'd get it right. Julianna Marberry was the banquet business manager and part owner of the Marberry. She was a trophy wife for Roger but this woman had ambition, drive and brains to go along with her good looks. She had invested in the Marberry prior to marrying Roger and was the largest shareholder behind him. She looked to be around forty but Colin had told her that she was fifty. She was trim with striking good looks -- piercing blue eyes and black hair. Marilyn wouldn't want to face off against her to contend with her man but she knew for a fact that he did keep a mistress who also worked for Julianna.
It was a tangled web for sure.
Marilyn looked up and asked, "94409 is the zip code, and to the attention of Robert Sawyer. Is that all?"
Julianna had been examining Marilyn's cleavage. Her gaze wandered up Marilyn's throat, neck, and face till she made eye contact and said, "That will be fine." She glanced at Marilyn's tits again before she said, "Please take care of that right away, thanks."
"Of course."
She nodded to Colin as she left. He moved next to Marilyn and said, "She was giving you 'that look'. She likes you."
"I guess." She finished with the envelopes and put them in the postage meter that would weigh and stamp them. "I really didn't notice."
He watched Julianna disappear down the hall and continued, "She has a huge appetite, I'm told."
"Yeah, right." Marilyn was a little annoyed at him. "What are you 'told' about me?"
"That you're a shameless little tramp who's slept with everyone! And you voted republican!"
She cracked up; he was such a nut case. "I'm going to hurt you."
"When, soon?" He flashed a look of glee. "The sooner the better, I always say!"
She shook her head; she couldn't stay annoyed with him for long. Later, after they finished the room count, he asked her if she'd join himself and Michael at Barclay's -- a restaurant/bistro several blocks from the hotel.
"He's just back after three weeks in Europe and Asia. He's dying to meet you. I should be jealous, we haven't seen each other for three whole weeks and he wants to meet you!" He teased.
