As I lay there - staring out of the window across the room -, I could see the brightness of the moon cascading down through the branches of the old oak tree outside. It was winter now, and there were no leaves left on the long woody stems -, the silvery light bounced off each branch and left a surreal glow.
I sat up and swung my legs around to place them on the thickly carpeted floor. My bare feet sinking into the pile; my toes wiggling, feeling the soft fibres trying to close around them. I sighed and got to my feet. Tonight was going to be a long one. I only hoped the usual tedium wouldn't drag me down as it often tried to.
I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower. Whilst I waited for the water to reach its optimal temperature, I admired my body in the full length mirror on the back of the now closed door. I stood straight, reaching my full 5' 6" height. I gazed at my red wavy hair that flowed smoothly down to my slender waist, my bright and sparkling hazel eyes that became greener in summer and browner in winter, and my round face with pouty lips that begged to be kissed but never were lately. I lowered my eyes and gazed at my breasts in the mirror. They weren't large by any stretch of the imagination - a 34C in size - but shapely and firm, with large, dark aureoles that led the eye to the delicate, round nipples.
The mirror then began to steam up from the now hot shower, so I quickly stepped into the cubicle and showered, taking care to cleanse every inch of my body. I poured some liquid soap into my palm and began to lather my body - working in long, firm strokes over my arms and legs. As I lathered and washed, I allowed the water to cascade over my body, rinsing and making my skin tingle as each droplet exploded on contact then ran down to caress my naked flesh and wash away the nights dirt into the drain.
After washing my hair, I stepped out of the shower and reached for a large fluffy white towel to dry myself. I didn't have time for a long soothing pat dry, so I vigorously dried my body. As I reached between my legs to dry my thighs and centre, I suddenly wished I had someone to do this for me - someone who would lovingly rub the towel over me, teasing me gently. My mind began to imagine a tall, blond haired man with muscles that were firm and toned and large hands that were so gentle - just imagining those hands reaching my core with the towel sent shivers through me.I broke my reverie and dried my hair, then walked back into my bedroom to dress and get ready for work.
I arrived at the club and, after chatting with the doormen, walked through to the office. I made a fresh pot of coffee and sat down at the desk to read the mail. Starting this club had been a dream of mine that had finally been realised two years ago. It had taken me a year to find staff that I trusted and the manager I had hired was certainly worthy of the trust. Six months ago I had given him more responsibilities and that meant I could cut my hours and take time out to enjoy the world again - eighteen months of spending sixteen hours a day working had been taking its toll on me.
I was just reading through an invoice from the building contractors for some refurbishments they had done when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Tom, my manager, looking down at me.
"Need another coffee?", he asked. "Thanks, but I think I'll finish this one and then head out to check the cleaners have done their jobs properly", I replied. "Okay", Tom said cheerfully, "You might want to check the gents too, I've not had time to yet. I've got to restock the barrels"
I finished reading the days mail and yet again had let my coffee go cold. I was so bad for doing that. I couldn't remember the last time I had ever managed to drink a full cup. I got up and headed out into the main area of the club - there were two bar areas either side of the club, and one huge dance floor in the middle. The D.J.'s booth was elevated and we quite often managed to have big name D.J.s performing with us. I checked the areas, making sure everything was clean and tidy, that there were no obstructions to doorways and headed off to the back of the club to check the facilities.
I entered the ladies first and the scent of perfume caught me as soon as I opened the door. The air conditioning in the ladies was on a different circuit to the rest of the club, it had an auto timed switch that sprayed a mist of delicate scent into the vents and then the fans would push it out into the room making it more welcoming. After all, ladies spent more time in this room than the men did in theirs.
I checked all the stalls and made sure the bins had been emptied and everything replenished before looking at my watch and seeing we had only an hour now till opening time. I walked back out and headed for the gents. Even after seeing this room for these two years, it still held an air of school girl curiosity for me. Upon entering, there was no scent to welcome me, just the clean smell of disinfectant. I quickly worked my way around, checking the urinals and stalls. It wasn't that I distrusted my cleaners, just that I had a habit of double checking everything - just to satisfy myself everything was being done to make this one of the best clubs around... I had worked damned hard on this club and I had made sure both the ladies and gents facilities did not look and feel like an outhouse.
