Holiday Surprises
Saturday night at Le Bontemps was wild. The house was full of guests, but it had taken any number of unplanned trips at odd hours to retrieve them from flights fighting their way through the last of the great snowstorm. I had drafted the Varsity girls, as we now called them, to be van drivers. Decked out in ski outfits with rosy cheeks from their escapade with the ski instructors and lift operators on Friday, they were the perfect advertisement for our new B&B.
Upon arrival, each guest was handed a hot toddy while gear was taken to their room and to the ski closet near the winter entrance door. Combined with the altitude, the toddies generated instant gemŸtlichkeit. Many guests already knew each other, and the rest were soon introduced and enjoying the party atmosphere. Kathleen had prepared a background sheet on everyone, which the staff was expected to memorize as part of our commitment to making them feel appreciated by WIL.
C-M, Kathleen, Ellen and I had conspired to bring Josh Reynolds, the superbright assistant to Ross Cahill, who had directed the counterattack on our hackers, to Steamboat Springs early. The nominal reason was to be advance man for his boss, who was coming on Tuesday, and lend a hand with lingering network issues. The more devious reason was to provide male companionship for our young women. C-M had discovered, during conversations about the network, that he had skied competitively for Dartmouth and thought several days on our hill, while ostensibly working on the network and doing errands for Ross, was a terrific idea. The whole business was a complete surprise for our Varsity girls. Late Thursday afternoon, a few minutes before heading to the airport to collect him, C-M announced, "I have a surprise for you all. Josh Reynolds is coming today to be an advance man for his boss, and my helper on the network."
I said, "Terrific. He deserves a big thank you from us. Does he ski?"
C-M, keeping a straight face, said, "Not sure, we didn't talk about that."
I added, "Well, maybe one of our redhot women skiers can show him the hill?"
Fingers were pointed at me, "Look at that smile. He is just trying to avoid humiliation while skiing with us!"
I laughed and waved C-M out the door. This was going to be fun. Catherine was primed to coach him about his job to blow by the Varsity. This required at least one run as a klutz on the hill. To heighten the suspense, he was assigned to the spare bedroom in the rented house, away from the regular guests. Ellen and I had been sleeping together in the other bedroom and could help keep the conspiracy going.
An hour later, C-M and Josh showed up at the B&B just as dinner was announced. She had fixed him up with a waiter's uniform and whispered in my ear that he told her he had a lot of wait person experience from earning money for school.
After the guests were seated, Josh circulated with red and white wine, pouring beautifully from the proper side. The Varsity girls, in their maid uniforms, kept doing double takes. Ellen and I, helping in the kitchen, were poking each other and giggling. C-M, assisting her cousin Aimee and our real French chef, Robert, frowned.
The meal was a great success, even if some of the guests were far gone with wine and altitude. Clapping and shouts for the chef rang out. Robert took a bow and actually blushed. Afterwards, Ellen and the Varsity passed coffee, cognac and Belgian chocolates in the parlor. Bliss prevailed and eyes drooped. A couple of the younger males asked about skiing.
Toni responded, saying that there would an announcement at eight in the morning, and we would post it in the dining room for early breakfast. Surprisingly, that sent almost everyone to their rooms. I wondered how many we would see at early breakfast.
I joined others in the kitchen, clapping Robert on the back and hugging Aimee. C-M hissed in my ear that our investment in plane tickets was paying off big time. I pinched her tough bottom and said she was right, as usual. Toni pressed close and said the hill would be open in the morning, according to her operations friend. "I wanted to create some suspense," she said.
Josh came up and said his disguise had been broken. "Toni looked me up on Facebook and knows everything. But she promised to show me the hill tomorrow anyway."
Ellen had my arm, "The old folks are going to bed." I gave her my wide eyed look, "Old?"
"Hush, I'll tell you later."
After helping with breakfast setup, we were out the door, headed for the bedroom in the rented house, our temporary spot at night.
"Lucas, you are so dense. He's already got them all gaga. Wait until he beats them down the hill!"
Something about having a new and handsome male around had Ellen fired up. I hardly slipped into bed when she had a tight grip on my equipment, directing it between her legs. I don't turn down invitations like that and plunged forward.
"Ahhh, yes. More." Whether it was joy over the success of our first day, or horniness watching a new man chasing our women, I couldn't tell, but there was overflowing energy making a mess of the bed. We were still at it when there was a knock on the door and Rya came in.
"I knew it. You two are so predictable." Her clothes went on the floor and she lifted the sheet, letting out a waft of sex smell. "Have you still got him in there?" Her hand explored as I pulled the body to us.
Ellen used her outraged tone of voice. "This won't do, Rya. Interrupting us..."
Rya had her own slinky tone. "Some boss you are. Screwing the help behind my back. I want that cock and I want it now."
She was wet and ready and pulling me tight. "Yesss. Better. The way this works is you are supposed to screw me first and her last."
Rya was demonstrating how deprived she was when the hall light clicked on, illuminating the figures of Josh and C-M headed for the other bedroom. Catherine exclaimed, "Don't you have any decency at all? I'm trying to instruct Josh on how to handle our skiers and he is getting nothing but x-rated looks into your bedroom!"
Rya had pulled up a sheet and called out, "Come in here and explain yourself. What exactly does Josh have to know about my skiing?"
Catherine decided to play along and clicked off the light as she pushed Josh into our room and down to the carpet. "What's going on?"
"Strip to your briefs and join me on the bed." Looking at the three lumps already under the covers, she asked, "How many beers are needed?"
Everyone needed a beer and she went to retrieve them. Rya told Josh to get on the bed and not to worry about who did or didn't have clothes on. "At Western Investors, staff conferences are held in bed. Lucas started it a while back and the rest of us like it that way."
Josh stretched out and muttered, "Damn, I could get used to this. In Manhattan, I didn't even get these privileges in my ex-girlfriend's apartment."
Ellen was giggling under the cover and pinching me in a delicate location.
C-M still had her lacy briefs on and settled on Josh's midsection, handing him a beer. "Now, about tomorrow..."
Rya climbed on behind C-M, hiding her nakedness and saying, "Don't listen to her. She's already hot for you. You saved her bacon and then some two weeks ago. She owes you. I'm hot for you too, provided you ski as good as you look, but C-M has first dibs."
They leaned down, alternating kisses and checking his muscles. Josh appeared paralyzed, but managed to ask, "Do employees get to ski on fresh powder days?"
"Lucas is a very cruel taskmaster, but not on powder days." They had him under a blanket now, and the groans told us what was happening.
"It isn't possible, is it, that you both are hitting on me?"
Ellen sat up, exposing the best boobs around. "We are pretty affectionate, but you have to be firm. Take them both under your arms to the other bedroom. They'll let you know if you push them too far."
Ellen wanted what she hadn't gotten so far, and I obliged as we heard a cascade of giggles through the wall.
"He will get both?" I asked.
"Yes, of course. He is a junior Greek God, and they are very horny as result of your ignoring their needs."
I thrust hard and she laughed, followed by a very loud, "Oh Lucas, more, harder!"
Teasing brought her right to the edge, and over. The climactic moans were sure to heat up things next door.
"You do a good slut job when you want, woman."
Josh's romp with Rya and C-M didn't keep us awake, but we knew he had been welcomed into the family when he appeared with coffee in the morning in the 6 am darkness.
Ellen teased, "Do you have the strength for skiing today?"
He actually blushed and began to say something when simultaneous whacks arrived on his rear from his bedmates, who were already in their long johns. "What are you doing in here? Afraid to be seen on the ski hill?"
With a roar, he hustled them out. Ellen slid tighter and whispered, "Ross will kill us for hiring him."
"We'll figure something out. Let's go ski. I am in instructor mode today, giving you a very expensive private lesson!"
Chapter 32 - The Foodie Guy
There was double excitement at Le Bontemps when the skiers returned from a marvelous day on the powdery hill, even with limited runs and some rocks to dodge. In the parlor, Aimee and Claire were welcoming Arnold Jones and his photographer, Guy Tremblant. Arnold was the chief food critic for a leading British magazine, and Guy was known for amazing shots of fine food. Their last minute arrival was more than welcome, but bed arrangements had to be changed.
Ellen and I stood to one side, sipping mulled wine and listening to the rapid back and forth, much of it in French. I nudged her, "What do you suppose Robert is preparing for the picky critic?"
"It is supposed to be a big secret, but he is doing Veal Orloff. We are to spread the word that dinner will be served at exactly seven pm. No drunks and no stragglers. The entree must be served when the crust is perfect."
As others filtered in, the collision of fine skiing on the first day of the season with an impending super meal of French cuisine left everyone a bit breathless.
Toni and Lyn rushed me. "You doublecrossed us. He is a ringer!" I watched over their shoulders as Josh accepted a mug from C-M, a very large smile on his face. Catherine was as smug as could be, whispering to him, her rosy cheeks bright in the room.
"How many times did you beat him down the hill?"
