Monday 19 June 2017

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (85) The Rebellious Miss Illingworth

(Part 01)

At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean and on the outskirts was the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
The manager was Ian Ferguson and he was 28 years old and his father was owned a substantial share in the Hotel which influenced the decision to appoint him.
However it may have been nepotism that got him the job but it was his hard work and diligence that kept him in place and his choice of old school friend Declan Hughes as his assistant certainly didn’t hurt.
Declan was also a single man when he joined the staff and it wasn’t until Ian was in a relationship with a regular guest that he followed suit.

The Illingworth’s were from Northumberland and stayed at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel for three weeks every July and had done since they were married.
Jack Illingworth was in fish and had a string of fish processing plants, his wife Mary was a big wheel in the Women’s Institute and their 25 year old daughter Elmarie was desperately unhappy.
Some of her unhappiness stemmed from low self-esteem because of her body shape, she wasn’t fat but she was what parents often refer to as big boned.
But mainly she was unhappy because of her domineering parents, they told her what to do, what to say, what to think, where to go, her mother bought her clothes, he father vetted which books she read and what music she listened to, she was to all intents and purposes their prisoner.
But she had begun to rebel although very subtly, in fact so subtly that they didn’t even notice she was doing it.

And one day Elmarie pretended to sprain her ankle so she didn’t have to go out with them on their boring outings and it worked.
So understandably she was feeling rather pleased with herself, it was a small victory in the scheme of things, but it was a victory nonetheless.
In fact she was so pleased with her subterfuge that she set about doing all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do starting with the hotel bar.

It had been a very quiet afternoon, and although the manager, Ian Fergusson, was on a day off, he had everything set up and running like clockwork.
All Declan had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as there were no new arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small office at the back of reception and put his feet up and waited for the bell to ring.
Which it inevitably did, and it woke Declan from a long afternoon snooze where he was dreaming about the curvy Miss Illingworth and he surfaced from that lovely dreamland when he heard the “ding”.
The bell rang several more times as he made his way to the desk and when he reached it he found a rather tipsy Elmarie Illingworth leaning against the front desk with her rather generous chest sitting on the counter top.

(Part 02)

“Can I help?” Declan asked her, although the direction of his gaze one could have supposed he was addressing her breasts.
“I’m locked out” she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”
“Did I mention I was in the bar?” she added
“No”
“It’s a very nice bar” she continued “have you been?”
“Yes I have”
“It’s very big you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if she was imparting some radical new information.
Declan tapped into the computer and looked at her bar tab and was heartily impressed at the amount she had put away in one short session.
“Well I’ll tell you what we’ll do, we will sit over there and have some coffee, while I get someone to look for your key” He suggested
“I’m not allowed coffee” she said “so yes, that would be lovely”
And she tottered to the nearest sofa and sat down.


Declan then rang through to the bar and ordered coffee and asked them to look for Miss Illingworth’s room key.
The coffee and the room key arrived in short order and he sat and chatted with her while she drank.
He had noticed many times before then that she was a pretty girl, with blue eyes and a lovely smile, not that he had seen her smile before, she normally looked a bit sulky.
She also had a curvy figure and great legs, which he had noted before, and she was his ideal which is why he had been dreaming about her all afternoon.
He had always found larger women attractive and he made no apology for that, you like what you like, and she had a pretty face and was the perfect age.
And as they sat together he found she was really funny as well.

A couple of cups of coffee later and Elmarie had sobered considerably
“Ok let’s get you up to your room?” he suggested
“Oh yes please” she said and giggled
“Behave, they’ll be none of that” he scolded
“Shame” she said brazenly

Although it was a slow process he got her upstairs and safely into her room.
“Well thank you” she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the last second she kissed him on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched Elmarie thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise.

As enjoyable as it was, and as much as he had looked forward to kissing her, he didn’t want it to be just a drunken fumble that would be regretted the next morning so he broke away.
“No don’t stop” she said and tried to reengage her lips
“I don’t want to stop” he said
“Good”
“But we must” he said
“But why?”
“Because I don’t want it to be something you’ll regret later” he explained
“I won’t though” Elmarie said
“I don’t want to take that chance” Declan said
“So that’s that then” she said grumpily and sat down heavily on the bed
“As you say “That’s that”” he confirmed “which is why you are going to have a sprained ankle again tomorrow, and as it’s my day off tomorrow we can spend the day together”
“Really?” she asked and stood up
“Only if you want to”
“Will there be kissing?” Elmarie asked as she walked towards him
“I hope so” Declan said
“Me too” She said and hugged him

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