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The Last Girls Weekend Pt 04

The Last Girls Weekend Pt 04

by bradoxox
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My meeting with my boss on the Friday after Thanksgiving resulted in him telling me that I'm moving to a parallel position as an assistant manager at the resort H [a national hotel chain I work for] has on Miami Beach. I decided it might be a good idea to call the one person I know there, Hugh Clark, a fellow assistant manager, to get the lay of the land. I was told he was working days, 8am to 4pm, Monday through Fridays. It was after 4pm on Friday. I left him a message to call me.

Monday morning he called my cell. He was friendly but wary. I guess he was worried that I was going to ask for another favor that might get us both fired. After hellos, Hugh asked, "How are things with your.....How are things?"

"OK, we're divorcing. I'm evidently moving to Miami Beach."

"Yeah, my manager just told me. We can use another assistant manager here. We're short at least one but they told us we weren't getting anyone. Now we are. He said you'd be here on January 1st. Why are you moving?"

"Long story. I'll tell you when I see you. I owe you a dinner so you can hear all the sordid details then. I wasn't really given a choice. I can stay where I am but my manager made it clear corporate wanted me out of here. It would be the end of my career. He basically told me that they wanted me at your Miami Beach resort. He framed it as a new start for me. But the bottom line is I accept the job on Miami Beach or I'm done."

"They find out about the live feed and the recorded video I gave you?"

"Not that I know of. I'm calling to ask about your manager. What sort of a guy is he?" Hugh hesitated, so I said, "What you tell me goes no further. I just want a head start on what I'm dealing with."

Hugh replied, "Mr. Beck. And he wants everyone to call him 'Mr. Beck' or 'Sir'. He supposed to work 8am to 4, Monday through Friday, but he doesn't usually get in until after nine. Sometimes he makes it until 4pm."

"He wants to see me at 9:30am on the Friday before the Monday I start. New Year's Day. He won't be in on the 1st."

"I work the same hours as him. I'm not sure what he does, he almost never comes out of his office. When he does, it's to leave for a couple of hours. I really don't want you to repeat what I'm going to tell you. The guy's petty and vengeful. I don't need to be on his bad side. I'm not sure anyone's on his good side but I don't want this getting back to him. OK?"

"OK."

"Beck considers himself more of a Christian than Jesus. He's always criticizing others for their moral lapses. The world, helped along by his immoral and lazy employees whom he's always complaining about, is going straight to hell.

"He has some moral lapses himself but doesn't seem to want to shine his moral spotlight on himself. When he and I meet, I listen but don't engage with him. I don't challenge him about anything he says. I just let him rage until I can turn our meeting back to hotel business. I suggest you do the same. Just listen and when you can, ask about whatever hotel stuff you're supposed to be talking about."

"What moral lapses?"

"It's just gossip really. If I could prove anything, I'd take it to corporate. And I'd need a lot of proof to convince corporate to act. H hotel managers have their own little fiefdom. Corporate makes suggestions about how to run their hotels but the manager is on the ground and is mostly given free rein to do as he or she wants. Beck uses his free rein to do exactly what corporate tells him to do. Always. They love him."

"What's the gossip?"

"He's in his fifties, married with two kids who have their own families. He has an eye for the ladies. He finds vulnerable women employees and uses his position to sleep with them. Some of these women don't have the proper documentation to be working. He tells them he'll protect them. Some he promises promotions to. Some he gets hired, despite their having been rejected by HR, and makes sure they know they owe him. He only does this for good looking women who he believes will be grateful he gave them a job. He tells them he'll help with their career or keep them safe. His help is having them share a hotel room with him for the night. Or maybe more than one night. If they don't play along, they get a visit from immigration or don't get the promotion or get fired.

"I haven't been able to catch him. He never takes them here. Always at another hotel. This stuff is very hard to prove. One woman complained that he told her he'd promote her if she slept with him. He was evidently very direct about it. She wouldn't sleep with him and didn't get the promotion.

"Corporate investigated and concluded she was making it all up. Beck told them she expected a promotion and when he didn't give it to her, she made up the story to get back at him. He said her work didn't support promotion. They believed him over her. They're always going to believe him unless there's a flood of women or I can document his behavior. The guy's a creep but I haven't been able to get the goods on him. I'd love to get him out of here.

"The good news is that after your meeting with him, you'll never see him again. I work his hours so he has me do stuff that he really should be doing himself. I don't think he ever talks directly with any of the other assistant managers. He gives me his marching orders for them. Whatever corporate told him to have us do. Or not do.

"Do you know what shift you'll be working?"

"No. I assume he'll tell me all that when I meet with him."

"He told me this morning. You'll be working nights. Midnight to 8am, Saturday's through Wednesday's. Thursdays and Fridays off. He has no business giving you that shift with your seniority. But it's his call. I don't know who or why they're punishing you but either corporate is or he is.

"Do me a favor and don't tell him I told you your hours. Pretend it's a surprise when you meet with him. In fact, please don't tell him anything I told you about him. Don't even tell him we talked. He'll think I went behind his back. Like I said, he's a vindictive prick."

"I won't tell him anything. Thanks for the info though."

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"No problem. Find me after you meet with him. I'll be working. New Year's also. You're scheduled to start Monday the 1st at midnight. You'll have all the New Year's Eve drunks to deal with." He laughed. I thanked him again and we got off.

My last day at the hotel in L [the city in central Florida where I've been working] was Christmas eve. I planned to spend Christmas through New Year's with my parents who live in West Palm Beach, about an hour north of Miami. I packed up my clothes but decided to leave the furniture at my old home. Once I have a new place to live, I'll move the furniture and either rent or sell my old place.

I owed Lt. Markey a dinner too. He had told my manager that I had been truthful with the police when they investigated the death of Cheryl's husband, Roger. We met for dinner at the hotel restaurant on December 23rd. I started by thanking him for telling my manager that I had no blame in Roger's death. That I was in the clear.

He said, "I'm not sure I got the full story there. Actually, I'm sure there's more you didn't tell me. But his brother confessed as part of his plea deal. We got the right man and he's in prison. Another shithead off the streets. So we're good."

"Thanks for doing that. I think he and the hotel big shots are beginning to believe I had nothing to do with any of that. Also, thanks for telling him that Cheryl and I got together only after both our spouses knew our marriages were over. You didn't have to do that. H doesn't like married men who cheat with married women. You're telling him our marriages were already over helped improve my tarnished image."

Markey replied, "From what I could tell, that was true. I know that Cheryl moved out. She left your house in the middle of November. I assume she went back to Miami. She was no longer our problem so I didn't ask Miami PD about her. So you're going to Miami to be with her?"

"No, I'm going to Miami Beach because they gave me no choice. I haven't talked to her since she left but her plan was to move back to Miami. With my ex-wife."

Markey said, "I understand Cheryl's attraction but you should stay away from her. She's scary. She killed the two guys who did the home invasion at your house. But you didn't get the whole story. Let me tell you what you're dealing with in Cheryl. The two guys were coming up the stairs. Your stairs have fifteen steps. One guy was on the seventh step up, the other guy was slightly to his right one step down from him. They both had guns in their hands. Cheryl aimed between them so she got them both with the first shot. Heads and necks. They were probably dead before they hit the ground.

"They fell back down the stairs. Cheryl walked down five steps and shot them again. Then she went back to your bedroom, put the shotgun on your bed, called 911 and got dressed. She left out of your balcony so as not to disturb the crime scene. She waited out front for the cops to arrive. They found her sitting calmly on your porch.

"Understand what she did. She came out of your bedroom and, in probably less than two seconds, got in position at the top of the stairs, aimed perfectly, and got two experienced armed thugs without them firing a shot. Your shotgun has a long barrel and it's not light. She's aiming down the stairs, almost a forty-five degree angle down. The guy one step down was lower than his buddy but she got both. Centered on their heads and necks. A perfect shot.

"If she had left one of them standing she would have had to pump in another round while the guy was shooting at her. She didn't leave either of them standing. One shot, a perfect shot that got them both. Before either of them could get off a round. I wish I had been there to see it. Only in the movies do you see shit like that.

"Maybe one or both were still breathing after her first shot but she must have known they were goners. They fell back down the stairs and were near the bottom of your staircase. She walked down five stairs and made another perfect shot almost straight down. Got both of them again. An insurance shot.

"She was as cool as a cucumber when I talked to her right after I arrived at your home. Like she was talking about the weather. The same with her 911 call. She was so calm about shooting two men, the 911 operator thought it might be a prank call. Also when I interviewed her at the station. As I told you at the time, like it was just another Tuesday to her.

"She killed two guys and didn't bat an eye. Even experienced cops, cops who have been in shoot outs, don't have the calm it took for her to do what she did. Or be so blasΓ© about it afterward.

"She's hot but she's dangerous Mark. Stay away from her." He chuckled. "Unless you're going to a gun battle. Then ask her to go with you. You can wait in the car while she takes care of things." For the rest of the dinner, Markey and I talked mostly football and the Rays prospects for the upcoming season. As we parted after dinner he said, "Stay away from Cheryl. She's nothing but trouble." I nodded.

I spent Christmas through New Year's with my folks. I went to the resort on Friday morning and arrived just before my meeting at 9:30 with my new boss, Beck. He kept me waiting for over forty minutes. When he was finally ready to see me he didn't stand or offer to shake my hand. He just said, "Sit," and pointed to a chair. When I sat, he said, "So they ran you out of L and now I'm stuck with you. Just so you know, we don't tolerate men who cheat on their wives with a married woman. And with a woman whose husband is mysteriously killed when he comes to talk to you about staying away from his wife. H doesn't condone that kind of behavior and I certainly don't either. We consider marriage sacred. I hear about you doing anything like that, you're out of here."

I decided it wasn't worth telling this guy anything so I said nothing. After waiting for a response and getting none, he continued, "Corporate told me I had to give you a room until you find someplace to live. You have two weeks before you have to start paying for the room. I'd really like you out in one week so get started on finding something." He paused to see if I had anything to say. I didn't.

"You'll be working graveyard. Saturdays through Wednesdays. You start on the 1st, this Monday, at midnight. That's all I have for you. If you have any other questions, go and find Hugh Clark. He's the day assistant manager. You should probably try to find him now and introduce yourself. He's your point of contact here. Not me. The next time you'll be in this office is when I fire you. Clark will tell you what to do regarding HR. That's it. You can go." He looked down at his desk and started shuffling papers. I was dismissed so I left.

I thought, "The good news is that Beck must not have known that the married woman I was involved with is a con artist working his hotel. If he knew anything about Cheryl, he'd have thrown that in my face too."

I found Hugh Clark and he walked me through HR. He told me that the current night person, Susan something, would meet me at reception midnight Monday morning. She'll be with me for a few nights to show me the ropes. We agreed to get together for dinner later in the week, after the holidays.

I spent my shift Monday morning accompanying Susan as she did her routine. I had worked graveyard when I first started at H but at a much smaller hotel in northern Florida. There was more to do here, more to check on, but graveyard is pretty slow and boring. We put the hotel bill under the doors of people checking out the next day. But unless there's a guest emergency, or guests come in drunk, there's not much to do until people begin to check out. Lots of drunks on my first night, New Year's Eve. But the resort has a large security staff.

I was off at 8am and got to my hotel room at about 8:20. My opening the door woke Cheryl who had been asleep in my bed. No pajamas. She jumped out of bed and into my arms. A great big hug. I picked her up and hugged her back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and held on like she would fall off the face of the earth if she let go.

After a while, I sat on the bed. She was still holding on to me for dear life. I asked, "Excuse me. Have we met? Do I know you? How did you get in my room?"

Cheryl said, "Did you really just ask how I got in your room?"

"Stupid question. Sorry."

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"I haven't been laid in over a month. Not since I was in your bed. I want to hug you for a bit and then I want to fuck you."

"I haven't seen you for over a month either. Do you think you can just break into my room and demand sexual gratification? I need some romance first. Maybe a few dates. A few kisses. I barely remember you."

Cheryl let me go, got on her knees on the bed, pushed me back and got on top of me. "You have no idea how much I've missed you." Then she kissed me. A long passionate kiss. She got up on her knees and began to unbutton my shirt. "How about we fuck now and date later?" Her plan sounded better than mine. She asked, "Do we need a condom?"

"No."

Afterward, we did it again. I had almost forgotten the goosebumps she gets when she's ready to finish. After that, she was on top of me and asked, "What are you doing here? Don't get me wrong. I'm thrilled to see you. We're together again."

"I wasn't given any choice. They wanted me out of L and wanted me here. I couldn't figure out why. This is their premier resort. I met with the manager here, a guy named Beck, and he, I think, told me why I'm here. They figure I'll fuck up and he'll be able to fire me. I think that's corporate's plan and this guy evidently does everything corporate tells him to do. I'm not sure that I even need to fuck up. I think I was sent here because my former boss wouldn't fire me just because corporate wanted him to. Corporate found someone who would."

"What did he tell you?"

"Nothing specific. He was just very rude. Didn't offer to shake my hand, dredged up all the crap about me cheating with a married woman and Roger's death. This guy is supposed to be insufferable but he went out of his way to offend me. And he couldn't have been more offensive. Certainly didn't make me feel welcome. Told me the next time I'll be in his office is when I'm being fired.

"He doesn't seem to know about you though. Or that you and I were together. Just that I fooled around with a married woman."

"You said his name is Beck?"

"Cheryl," I said in my most disapproving voice, warning her off.

Cheryl answered in her most innocent voice, "Just asking."

"I had dinner with Markey before I left. He wanted to talk about you. He said if I ever get in a gunfight, bring you. He's amazed at how you took down those two guys. And were so calm about it afterward."

"I just got lucky." She snuggled a little tighter. It was after 3am. I was tired but we had a lot to catch up on.

"Markey said they were goners after your first shot. You walked down and shot them again. How come?"

"I wanted to make a statement to anyone else who Jimmy might convince to come after you. If they try to mess with you, they'll regret it for the rest of their very, very short lives. No one fucks with you and gets away with it."

"Or come after your money."

"That too. But the money's replaceable. You're not."

"How'd you learn to shoot like that?"

Cheryl sighed, "I want to be open and honest with you when you ask about my past. Honesty is very hard for me. I've always believed being honest is just another weakness people can use against you.

"I also want to lie to you because I'm afraid if I tell you the truth you'll head for the hills. You'll want nothing more to do with me. But I've decided to be truthful and hope you'll understand. Or at least not push me away.

"This was not the first gunfight I was in. I told you my family, the whole family, are criminals. Hard men and hard women. I was nine when my daddy woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to get dressed. Daddy was real good at telling you what to do but not real good at explaining why he wanted you to do it. And, if you knew what was good for you, you didn't ask. He gave me a.38 revolver. I asked for the shotgun and he said my mother was using it. He gave my brother Jerry, a year younger than me, a.22 rifle and had us sit in bushes outside his meth lab. Mommy, Daddy, my brothers and Daddy's two brothers were positioned all around the lab. He told us to shoot anyone we saw who wasn't a blood relative. This wasn't a discussion. It was an order.

"Evidently, he got a warning that a rival gang was going to blow up his lab. They arrived, the shooting started and the lab wasn't blown up. My daddy now had another lab. This sort of thing happened over the years with some frequency. One of the many reasons I wanted out.

"There was another shoot out about a week before my uncle was planning to leave for Charleston. I had to get out of there. My uncle was a pig and a drunk but he was my way out, the way to get away from my family. I went with him. He took me because he thought he could use me to do bigger scams.

"I told you I always grabbed the shotgun when I went hunting with Daddy and my brothers. I was pretty good with it but it was a shorter, two barrel, two trigger, shotgun you had to crack open to empty and load new shells. Yours is longer and heavier with a pump but I got familiar with it while we were waiting for whomever Jimmy was sending to arrive. I really like yours, by the way. Nice balance. Nice concentrated spray."

"Did you kill anyone protecting your father's stuff?"

"Yes. But, like the two guys I shot at your house, these were all bad men. I recognized the two guys from Miami. They were really bad men. Lots of families won't be destroyed by these guys invading their homes. Lots of wives and daughters won't be raped by these creeps." Cheryl climbed on top of me." Too much talking, too little sex." More goosebumps.

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