By popular request (all right, I admit it, one request), I am returning to the lives of Julie and Marina, I first wrote about in "The School Fete".
It is eighteen months later and Julie is still married, but Marina's husband has left her for his young, blonde, big breasted, secretary, how original. The story starts with the girls enjoying a coffee together in a café.
"The thing is Julie, I do need some extra money now Simon and I are separated. He is not being mean at all, but money is still tight; and if I don't get some adult company, I'll go crazy." Marina finished and sipped her Cappuccino.
"Well thanks, what am I, your imaginary friend?" Julie joked.
"Sorry, you know what I mean, perhaps I should have said, male company." Julie raised her eyebrows and sniggered.
"Not that sort of company, you're sex obsessed you are. I'm finished with sex for ever... alright, for the next few hours." Marina said, as her friend giggled again.
"This job offer is ideal, you know I worked in hospitality before I was married and a few nights a week working as Night Manageress in a hotel, means I can still be available for the kids in the day.
Are you sure you don't mind having the kids overnight, I can't afford to pay you much."
"Forget about it, the kids will love a sleepover and they go to the same schools, so it is no trouble taking them in the mornings. I don't want payment, though the odd bottle of wine would ease any pain, honestly." Julie replied, she still felt guilty for getting her friend trapped in a Gang Bang at their children's school, over a year ago.
"You're a life saver, I can go to the interview now, knowing I have child care sorted. I may not get the job of course."
"Of course you will, with your looks, the place will be swarming with lonely travelling salesmen, like Bees around a honeypot." Julie replied and she wasn't lying, as she looked at her friend critically.
Even at 32, Marina was a stunner, with long black curly hair and pretty, even features, she looked much younger, even after two children. She wasn't tall, 65 inches, but her legs were long and slim and her bust magnificent. Her breasts weren't porn star size, but a firm, perky,36D. They were definitely what you first noticed. For many men, they were often all they noticed. Marina was used to talking to the top of men's heads, as they were mesmerised by her tits: flattering, but boring after a while.
The girls finished their coffees and left the shop, followed by the eyes of all the men in the shop, annoying their female companions no end.
Two days later, Marina drove the 15 miles to the hotel's location. Dressed conservatively in a black skirt and white blouse, she was pleased to confirm the Owner/Manager was a women. She had experienced enough lecherous bosses who treated their female employees as a Harem. She immediately liked Jill, who was pretty and about 15 years older than her. She found out that the Hotel had been inherited from an aunt and that it wasn't doing that well. Jill was pleased to hear about Marina's experience and asked her advice.
"You don't do an Evening Meal, I suggest you should do something simple, say a single Starter and Dessert, with a choice of meat and vegetarian main course. Just wholesome home cooking, a single sitting at say seven.
You don't have a Website either, you need a simple one these days, that's how people find a hotel. My soon to be ex is in Computers, I can twist his arm to do it for you."
"I don't want to cause any trouble between you." Jill replied.
"Oh he owes me and he knows it, I have been very reasonable to him, don't worry.
In the long term I would look to making it a Short Break attraction for couples or families. You could hook up with local stables, fisheries, maybe a shoot. You know, the full range of country activities. There is a Zoo near here and the Theme Park, not to far away too. Sorry about all the suggestions, just some quick ideas." Marina finished.
"No, no, you're quite right, I know we need a Website and Evening Meals, but taking it on was to much for me. Could you cook sometime do you think?" Jill finished.
"Sure, I can throw together a decent Lasagne, Steak and Chips, grilled fish etc."
"In that case, when do you want to start?" Jill asked.
"That simple, no references, Probation period?"
They settled on a start time. Marina was to work from 8PM until 8AM, starting earlier if she was cooking. There would be a cot in the office behind reception she could use at night, then she would lay up for Breakfast in the morning. It all seemed good to Marina, busy, but a good set up for her.
Marina's first night on duty was two weeks later. She had decided to wear the same skirt and blouse as she wore at the interview. There was only one guest, a visiting salesman. Things certainly needed to improve if her job was to be viable, but the simple web site was already up and a few bookings were trickling in. They were going to start serving an evening meal the following week.
She went into the small Lounge Bar, where he was quietly working on his Tablet.
"Excuse me, but can I get you a drink Sir?"
"A pint of Bitter please."
She served the drink and left him to his work, returning to Reception to familiarise herself with the systems on the computer, She settled down on the cot after the guest went to bed and the rest of the night was undisturbed, as was The rest of the week. Marina had was due to work four days a week, but one was cancelled that first week, as there were no guests.
Over the next four weeks, bookings were building up and Marina had started to come in it at seven in the evening and eat with Jill and sometimes the guests. They had developed the habit of eating with the guests, if they wished and they seemed to enjoy the easy companionship and simple cooking. They were trying to create a home from home atmosphere, rather than a Hotel and it was proving popular.
One particular evening there were three guests, two men and one women and the meal was particularly enjoyable, with plenty of conversation and laughter. They were all on first name terms. One of the men, Jim, was staying for a second time and he and Marina were getting on very well. The others at the table shared knowing looks about the two of them, engrossed in each other.
After the meal and cleaning the tables, Marina moved into the Bar, where Jim and the lady guest were working separately.
"Can I offer anyone a drink?" Marina said.
Jim asked her to join him and get a drink herself, which she did. He put his computer down and they fell into an easy conversation. He was married with two children, like Marina. She found herself talking about her children and the Separation from her husband. The female guest thanked her and went up to her room. Marina and Jim relaxed more and both sensed how attracted they were to each other. She fixed him with her eyes, lent towards him, smiling and he rested a hand on her knee.
For some reason, they started talking of things they had done which they were ashamed of. Marina, in an unguarded moment, described the afternoon at the School Fete, when they had had been trapped into "Servicing" a group of schoolboys.
"What, you mean you and your friend fucked 11 teenagers, still at school, the same school your boy was attending? I'm impressed, that is really wicked. Is that why you are separated now? Sorry, that's private, I shouldn't have asked." Jim finished.
"No, he never found out, thank goodness, no-one did. It wasn't our fault anyway, we were tricked." Marina defended herself.
Jim Laughed,
"Come on, you stripped naked for them. I assume your friend is as gorgeous as you. What did you expect them to do, discuss String Theory or Kierkegaard?"
Marina flushed at the compliment and noticed the hand on her knee, slipping higher up her skirt. She found she didn't object at all.
"I suppose you've never been punished for your quite disgraceful behaviour either?" Jim challenged her.
"No and we didn't deserve punishment, we were duped into stripping off and having a bath." They both laughed at her ludicrous defence.
