As the Ultimate Social Director at "The Palace," I always look forward to my next challenge. My reservation office manager, Lucy, a gorgeous blonde in her mid-thirties called me on my cell. "Doc, we have three new guests arriving, and these will really challenge your imagination!" I quickly responded, "I'll be right there Lucy, but as my second in command I expect you to have this under control!" I quickly continued, "I'll make minor adjustments to your suggestions, but this is why I rely on you!"
"Lucy I want your recommendations, I'll see you in a half hour."
I was in the midst of hiring a new escort, and she was extremely thorough in her presentation. Wearing red stilettos dressed in a red micro-mini skirt, with a pink top that was so tight that I easily witnessed a pair of perfect 36Cs, with pointed nipples. I don't think any brunette could have topped this girl. She wore no bra, and no panties. Her name was Shari, with a very tanned complexion, which was throughout, as I was to learn later. She walked, no sauntered, into my spacious office, and planted a kiss on my mouth. I gently pushed her away, and told her that I was married and was not to be considered to be on her or anyone's menu. She said she understood, but really wanted to be my friend. After which I felt like a combination between a voyeur and gynecologist. Her voice was like a melody, and she kept saying that whatever needed to be done she'll do.
During the questioning she took off all her clothes. This was not like any indecent act. It was more like in the form of a dance. Her figure, was similar to a coke bottle, 36-24-36. She must have sunbathed in the nude, and often, for she had absolutely no tan lines. Her 36C breasts were exquisite, obviously implanted by a high-priced plastic surgeon. The nipples were like proud erasers and aureoles were light pink, the size of silver dollars. Her face reminded me of Cher, but with much softer features. Her snatch was clean-shaven, emitting a musky, but sweet smell, as she walked inches from me. She left a very narrow tuft of hair, barely enough to cover her slit. Her butt was the most perfect, I have ever seen. I hired her, and told her to report for work on Thursday. She replaced one of our regular hostesses, who married one of our earlier guests.
I called Lucy, and asked her to report to my office, and to brief me on the three new guests, their problems, and her recommended solution to those problems. Lucy came into my office, and she was really shaken, but I figured I'd let her speak before I correct or console her. Lucy, my faithful, assistant, brought with her three files. She seemed very concerned that we may not be able to accommodate them. I told her to brief me one-at-a-time. The first guest is to arrive next Friday, and he is former Superbowl quarterback, Lance Laughton, who had a season ending injury to his lower back near the spine. He's had divorced three wives, and he hasn't had normal sexual relations in some time. He is planning to stay until Monday, or 4 days and three nights. His injury left him partially paralyzed, and he was depressed that he was 37 and was confined to a wheel chair. He hasn't had an erection since the injury. His only request is to have lots of sex for the weekend. Lucy suggested teaming him up with Robin, a very good-looking redhead, who has done marvels, and has received praise for her oral talents. I interrupted her by telling her about our new hostess Shari, and told her to get a full medical report on Lance. I also told Lucy that Shari will do fine, and asked her to brief me on the next two guests. She told me that the other two guests were a husband and wife team, who decided to try other partners just for this weekend. She is the Prime Minister of Grand Aulitia, and he is her husband.
