THE WEEKEND AWAY - PART 1
She was there for business, a boring conference at a bijou hotel in the sticks, but she'd agreed to it simply for the chance to do something different, see somewhere different. Her job, her life, had become dull and routine.
There was something about being in a hotel that had turned on a switch in her brain; despite a distinct lack of libido at home recently, she found herself feeling a tingle of arousal. Why, she coulcouldn't say, but she felt horny for the first time in months.
Without really taking it seriously - she would never cheat on her husband - she idly eyed up the other guests as they arrived, wondering if any of them would be feeling the same, if any would be thinking of a little 'conferconference coupling' over the weekend. They were gathered in the dining area as they arrived, for complimentary drinks and a 'getting to know you' exercise; three women, three men. The other two women all looked like they'd worked in Admin. for 30 odd years and were just here for the free prosecco; probably called 'Brenda' or 'Maureen' or something. The men were no better: a balding, greasy-haired accountant type, going through his receipts and Megabus tickets as he filled out a spreadsheet for his travel expenses; a 'cityboy' salesman type, reeking of Lynx Africa, with so much product on his hair that he must have had shares in Superdrug; and a grossly obese MD type, full of his own importance. Nothing here. Oh well.
She wandered back to Reception, planning to collect the keys to her room and take a shower, maybe relieve her frustration a little while she was at it, when the Receptionist caught her eye. He was beckonbeckoning to her (though he was no better a contender: the overly pampered skin and guy liner was a dead giveaway that she wasn't his type, even if the glances he was casting at Lynx boy hadn't been enough of a clue.)
"Here, miss." He crooned, handing her a pamphlet. "The local tourist attraction. The ONLY local tourist attraction. A 16th century listed building, just along the road there. Open to visitors for the next hour, if you hurry. I would heartily recommend it. You like as though you could use the... distraction."
She took the preferred pamphlet and glanced over it. Had it really come to this? Was this how she would spend her weekend? Oh well, why not? The hotel had little else to offer. She thanked the Receptionist, and headed out to see what the manor house had to offer.
The Receptionist's camp 'have fun!' caused her a moment's pause; what was it about his tone that made the hairs stand out on the back of her neck...?
