"Thank you. That was a most entertaining tour. I will recommend it to all of my friends."
I'd just about got used to her posh accent, and her superior demeanour, but I was still finding it hard not to laugh, but thankfully I managed it. Then she handed me an envelope. After taking it from her I quickly put it in my pocket. It was strictly forbidden to accept tips from the guests, but as long as we were discreet, management turned a blind eye to it. The next guest did the same, but her envelope was bulging, and on it was her number, written in what appeared to be bright red lipstick.
After giving me a discreet pat on the bottom, and then after checking that nobody was looking, a firm squeeze of it, she said, "The next time you're in New York, give me a call. I'll drop everything to come and see you."
She then chuckled, and I knew why, because what she'd drop would be her panties, and it would be done quickly. She was mid-fifties, and to be brutally honest, well past her sell-by date. In her prime she would have been gorgeous. However, that was a long time ago, and the advancing years had not been kind to her. But boy could she fuck! I'm twenty one, and I'd had difficulty in keeping up with her. It just goes to prove what they say, you can't judge a book by its cover. I've never been to New York, but it's on my bucket list. If I do eventually go to the Big Apple, then I might look her up, but if I did, then afterwards I'd need another holiday to recover.
After the last guest had departed, I made my way to the bar. It was customary for all of the staff to get together before making our way home. It was an opportunity to relax, to let off some steam. To talk about the guests that had just left. To whinge about the difficult ones, and there was always at least one of them. And on this tour we'd set a new record, because there were four that I could quite happily murder.
When I got there, there was a beer waiting for me.
"Thanks Matt."
It was a hot day, and the cold beer was refreshing.
After wiping the froth off my mouth with the back of my hand, I eagerly asked, "Have you seen the guest list for next week?"
His smile told me that it was a yes, and when he pulled out a single sheet of paper from his pocket, I realized that somehow he'd managed to get a copy of it.
For the next fifteen minutes we studied it, and we didn't speak, except to order more beer. This was serious, we needed to concentrate.
When we'd finished, Matt was the first to speak.
"So Alex, who do you fancy?"
"Mrs. Wilson or Mrs. Hawkins. Two middle-aged women together. They're easy pickings."
He laughed, and I knew why. As usual, it was all guess work, based upon very little information. Just because they didn't have a male companion with them, it didn't mean that they were available, and even if they were, that didn't necessarily mean that they would be interested in me. We were wrong more times than we were right, but it didn't matter. We always enjoyed speculating on who the 'lucky' women would be, the ones who were going to get our personal attention, even when we were wrong.
"But what about you, have you selected your next victim?"
And then, before he could answer me, I added, "And it had better not be Ms. M. Jones, because she's Melisa, my Mother!"
I've been a tour guide now for nearly three years, but I've only been with this company for the last six months. It specialises in exclusive guided tours, mostly of rural England. You stay in the best hotels, eating the best food and drinking the best wine. By the end of it you will have had your fill of castles, cathedrals, ancient monuments and historical market towns. But it's an experience that's not to be missed. No expense is spared to ensure that the guests have a good time, but they scrimp on what they pay the staff. However, what we get in tips makes up for our meagre wages. And there are some perks of the job, one in particular, that myself and Matt get great pleasure from. For those that want it, we give them our special attention. To put it crudely, we fuck them!
Matt is nearly thirty, and he's been with the company for six years. When I joined, we quickly became friends, because of our shared interests. One of them being our love of women. And he'd explained that as long as you weren't too fussy, you could find women on the tour that were eager for sex. And after the 'Holiday Romance', they would go home, leaving you free to look for more pussy when the next guests arrived. It sounds ideal, and sometimes it was, especially when it was an eighteen year old, with a beautiful face and a prime body, that we were fucking. There were many times though when we struck out, going the whole tour without any pussy. And that was always disappointing. But we'd shrug it off, and then vow to try harder with the next group of guests.
Ever since I started working for, 'Eagle Exclusive Tours Ltd.', whose motto is, 'The best at what we do', my Mother has been eager to take advantage of the staff discount for family members. But she's had to wait until the end of my six month probationary period, before being able to get the seventy percent discount on a two week tour.
Matt had told me that passing the probationary period was a formality, 'a piece of cake'. However, last week when I met my boss to discuss it, I was nervous. But she soon put me at ease.
While smiling, she said, "Mrs. Williams wrote, 'Alex did everything that I asked, and enthusiastically'."
I remembered her. Some of what she'd asked me to do to her had been new to me, and certainly extreme, and in some countries it would be illegal. If I'd told my boss what we'd done together, she would have had a heart attack.
"And the one from Ms. Green was even better."
It was, and that didn't surprise me, because she'd had a threesome with me and Matt. And there were other testimonials, all of them singing my praises, but those two were the best.
Having successfully passed the probationary period, I was now a permanent member of staff, and therefore my Mother had got a large discount on her holiday.
After two days off it was back to work. The first of the guests were due to arrive at four o'clock, but we had to be at the hotel at midday, in case any of them arrived early. While waiting, I passed the time by playing chess with Matt.
Mrs. Wilson and Mrs. Hawkins were the first guests to arrive, and I was assigned to look after them. That was good, because it gave me the opportunity to check them out, because they were the two women that were top of my list for fucking.
After welcoming them to the hotel, I was encouraged by their opening words.
"Hi Alex, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mrs. Wilson, but please call me Alice. Our friend Sophie Gregson speaks very highly of you."
