I know the pool boy story has been done once or twice, but I've never done one. Hopefully, it's different enough to be worth your time. Have fun.
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When I decided to take some time off from school, feeling overwhelmed, and needing to recharge, I never thought things would work out the way they did.
Sometimes, the best parts of life happen by accident.
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As I said, I had been going to school for over two years straight, trying to accelerate my graduation and start earning money as soon as possible. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and of course, I was a lousy judge of my own stamina, feeling certain I could handle it, even if others couldn't.
Finally, I had to admit that I was in over my head. I had made some gains, but I couldn't keep up the pace. I needed a break.
That break didn't need to be a vacation, just a change. I was looking for a job, so I could at least have some financial gain while I was away. The ad caught my eye.
"Local resort hotel and spa looking for staff to fill multiple roles. Four positions available."
Not a lot of information there, but plenty of mystery, and I always loved a good mystery.
What local resort hotel? Which roles?
I placed a call, and after a brief phone interview, was asked to attend the facility in a few days, for a personal meeting. The interviewer gave me directions, seemingly to the middle of nowhere.
In the meantime, I tried to relax. I would have almost four months to recharge my batteries, before getting back to the serious work of my marketing degree.
As I drove out to my interview, I turned off the highway, exactly as directed. There was the sign I'd been told to look for; a small, weather-beaten wooden arrow, pointing me down the narrow gravel road, that led into the sparsely wooded area.
"Spencer's Canyon" it said, a name that meant nothing to me, as I had grown up well over a thousand miles east. I followed the road up, and over a ridge, before it curled around a tight hairpin and began a descent into the entrance of the canyon, completely invisible from the main highway. As I drove further into the wilderness, the forest began to close in, and I realized that I was driving at last beside a rocky, turbulent stream. That stream, like an oasis in the sandstone that dominated the area, fed the thickening foliage, eventually blocking the canyon walls from view.
After a fifteen minute journey, I found myself at a fork in the road. To the left, the gravel continued. To the right, a more civilized strip of pavement began, and beside it a more civilized, ornate sign read "Spencer's Canyon Resort and Spa".
I had arrived.
Among my first thoughts, I noted just how much of a pain in the butt this commute was going to be, if I got the job. Almost an hour out of town, it was far enough that the distance had to be considered in the decision. I realized that I was getting a little ahead of myself, almost looking for a reason to tank the interview.
"Don't do that," I chastised myself. "Get the job first, then give it a chance, before you quit. You might even like it here."
As if on cue, I rounded a curve in the driveway, and was greeted by the main building of the resort. It was clearly designed to impress, and I wasn't immune.
Local stone and soaring, rough-hewn timbers framed glass, reflecting the thick forest around. It looked at a glance very rustic, but hinted at luxury inside. I was definitely curious.
The parking lot was quite full, with about fifty cars neatly lined up in rows, but I found a slot and parked. Right next to my spot were extended stalls, longer than a normal car. I initially thought they were for trucks, but painted on the asphalt when I walked past, it said 'limo parking'.
"Limo parking? What kind of place is this, anyway?" I asked myself softly.
As I walked in the front door, I noticed that while the mixture of luxury and rustic charm remained, the scale of the building was reduced to a more comfortable, human level. It actually felt... Cozy.
Across the lobby, an attractive blonde made eye contact from behind the reception desk.
"How may I help you?" she smiled, as I stopped in front of her.
"I have an interview, at 10, with Mrs. Spencer?" I ventured.
"Ah, yes. Mr. Gibson," she replied, tapping a few keys.
"Yes, Scott," I nodded, taking in her form. She had very pretty eyes, and a tight, fit-looking body. Nice breasts, too. Her white blouse fit her curves snugly, and a logo adorned the upper curve of her left breast, along with her name tag.
"Take a seat, please," she smiled, nodding toward the comfortable-looking leather couches in the lobby. "I'll call you when she's ready for you."
"Thank you, Alicia," I smiled. Those couches really were comfy, as I found out when I took a place on one of them. A book on the end table caught my attention. It was a history of the area, going back hundreds of years. I was just getting engrossed in it, when Alicia touched my shoulder, leaning in from behind. I turned, and found a nice peek at her cleavage waiting for me.
"Mrs. Spencer is ready to see you," she smiled, her blue eyes sparkling. I put the book down, and followed her, as she led me down a hallway, to a large wooden door. She knocked.
"Come in," I heard from inside, and my guide opened the door.
"Thank you, Alicia," the woman inside said happily, holding her hand out to me, as Alicia made her exit. "I'm Elena Spencer, the manager here. Thank you for coming all the way out here, Mr. Gibson."
I took her hand. It was soft, and warm, and gave me a chance to check her out.
Maybe it was a natural offshoot of being the manager of a spa, but I found her extremely attractive. I'd guess she was in her mid thirties, with long, dark brown hair that reached well down her back. She wore a knee-length black skirt, and the same white blouse Alicia was wearing, with the 'Spencer's Canyon' logo over the breast, although the breast it was over was much larger than Alicia's. She was tall, voluptuous, and curvy, and smiling at me as she ushered me to sit on her couch. I sat on one end, and she arranged herself on the other.
"So, Scott..." she began, reading my application. "What makes you want to work at Spencer's Canyon?"
