One of my duties at the holiday camp was to check the units and cabins to make sure there were no maintenance problems. I'd do random checks each day after the units were cleaned and unit specific checks whenever one has been vacated. The daily checks were just to ensure that the cleaning staff were doing their job properly, thereby heading off customer complaints. The unit specific checks were to ensure that the departing guests hadn't trashed or cleaned out the unit prior to leaving. Even bolting a TV to the wall doesn't stop them from walking.
If I'm checking a place that's currently occupied I don't bother if there's a do not disturb sign out. If there isn't, I always knock and wait in case someone is home. If no answer I open the door and announce that I was part of the cleaning service, just in case someone hadn't bothered to answer the knock. Then I check the place out.
If a place has just been vacated I waltz straight on in, ready to do a quick inventory. That was the situation with number ten. They'd checked out and I'd actually seen them leaving. Also, the cleaners went in right after the occupants left, so I was free to just saunter in and do a full inspection.
Here's me, sauntering in to a vacated unit. Here's me, hearing a clunking sound as my mouth fell open and my jaw hit the ground. Here's me taking a quick photo for a treasured memory. There's her, lying down asleep.
A pretty young thing had pulled the roller bed out from under the couch and was lying on it, dead to the world. She wasn't exactly flat on her back, more partially on her back and partially on her side. One leg was straight and the other bent out and away from her body, giving me a complete view of a very charming body.
When I say complete, I mean complete. She didn't have a stitch on, not even a sheet to cover her lovely nudity. Actually, she did have a sheet. It just wasn't covering her, having slipped to the side and onto the floor. She looked quite fit, having a fine, slender, figure. Even with gravity causing her breasts to pool against her chest it was plain that when she stood up she'd have a lovely pair to display. Her skin practically glowed with a nice even all-over tan and her mons and labia were so smooth I wondered if she'd had a professional wax job performed.
The biggest question in my mind was what was she doing there? Being an intelligent young man I didn't leap to the conclusion that we had a trespasser. I assumed someone had made an error. I quietly departed without waking the young lady and headed down to reception, after hanging up the do not disturb sign.
"Marie," I said as I walked into reception. "Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't number ten vacate this morning?"
She replied in the affirmative and I broached my second question.
"Do we have a new tenant for that room yet?"
"Yeah. I let it out again almost immediately," she told me.
"Uh-huh. So I can expect them to check in at about three," I observed. "Plenty of time for me to do a post exodus inspection."
"Oh. Ah, no," Marie said quickly. "The woman was really tired so I said they could move in straightaway. The cleaners had already cleaned that room. The husband was going fishing but she said she just wanted to sleep as she'd been driving for ages."
"Did it occur to you that there is a reason for the three o'clock check-in," I said, putting some ice into my voice. "It gives me time to inspect the unit for damages before the next lot of guests move in. It means I can walk in and not find myself facing an irate guest who is getting ready to scream blue murder. Perhaps a heads-up next time so that I know the unit is occupied."
Marie blushed and so she ought to. If that woman had been awake I'd have been in deep shit.
"Sorry," she said. "Ah, is the customer likely to raise a complaint?"
I shook my head.
"No. I noticed her moving about through the window just as I was about to barge in. Potentially we could have had a problem. I'm not telling you not to permit the occasional guest in early. Sometimes it's the right thing to do. It's just a case of letting me know that you've done so. Not to get permission but to make sure that I don't screw up."
I was tempted to tell Marie what I'd walked in on but wiser councils prevailed. She's a gossip. She'd have embellished the story and passed on her own version.
I officially met the lovely Peri Norton the next day. Her husband was down for the fishing. She was an add-on to his holiday, the way a number of wives seemed to be when there was a keen fisherman in the family. I have to admit that when she was standing up her breasts were every bit as large and shapely as I'd guessed they would be.
Peri was a bit of a minx. She was quite happy to mildly flirt with any man who came by, including me, which did not bother me at all. What did bother me just a little was that she also tended to flirt with men who had wives attached. A few of the wives found this a little irritating.
"Hey, Peri," I said, coming up behind her. "Did you know that Mrs Higgs was looking for you?"
"Ah, no," she said. "Um, which one is Mrs Higgs? Do you know what she wants?"
"You might know her as Beryl," I said, indicating with my hands a woman about five foot high and possibly four feet wide. That was Beryl. A very large and rough looking woman. "She was saying something about punching you on the nose."
Peri blanched. If Beryl punched her she'd stay punched.
"For god's sake, why?" she said in a half scream.
"She's sort of got the idea that you're hunting the husbands. She's looking to warn you off any attempts to flirt with hers."
Peri went even paler. Mr Higgs made Mrs Higgs look small, and that was no mean feat. He always hired a motor launch to do his fishing. Smaller boats would sink under him.
"But I wouldn't. Tell her I wouldn't. Why does she think I would?"
"Oh, I don't know. Possibly the fact that you're flirting with all the other husbands? She feels that her husband will be next and he's very susceptible to youthful charms."
"Oh, god help me. You've got to stop her. Tell her I wouldn't have him if he came gold plated."
"That," I mused, "would take a lot of gold and would make him a very wealthy man. You may relax. I assured her that I would speak to you and let you know that husbands are off limits. One per customer and you've got one. Leave it at that. Flirt with the singles."
"Easy for you to say," she grumbled. "If you flirt with a single man he thinks you want him and expects you to go to bed with him."
"I don't flirt with single men," I pointed out. "I don't swing that way."
"You know what I mean," she said, a little snarky.
Peri," I said with a sigh, "if you flirt with a husband they think the very same thing as single men. They're just more careful about how they express it as they don't want their wives catching them."
Peri grumped a bit but she admitted I had a point. Mrs Higgs was a very telling argument.
The next couple of days were reasonably peaceful. The men tended to go fishing and the women found their own amusements and grumbled about the men. One afternoon I was just wandering around attending to business when I happened to drop by the game room. The game room is a common area that all our guests are entitled to use. We had a pool table, darts, board games, and cards available.
When I wandered in there were five young ladies there. Make that four young ladies and Mrs Higgs, who was neither young nor a lady. There was an argument going on, four against one, which tends to suggest that the one was the person in error. The one just had to be Peri, didn't it?
The way Mrs Higgs was glowering at Peri I thought it might be wise if I offered to arbitrate.
"Problem, ladies?" I asked, politely including Mrs Higgs in the generic term.
"Yes, her," snapped Beryl. "She's a cheater."