The Devil Makes Work For Idle Hands.

The pubs are running beautifully, so is the hotel. The pole dancing clubs have been expanded to five venues now and we are working on developing them too. 

High standards don’t always equate to vast outlay, and high standards are not negotiable with me. 

Staffing is something I delegate, apart from management level appointments, and it’s obvious my expectations have carried through to the appointments made. 

Only one person had to be let go. A manager who made all the right noises in interview, and had a superb resume, but the reality turned out to be very different. He was a bully, and I won’t have that. I began to see a change in the staff in his department. The fire seemed to have gone from them. It didn’t take long to find he was being dismissive of their ideas, and worse, palming some of them off as his own. One of the girls asked to leave very suddenly, and it turned out he had focused unwanted attention on her. When she declined his advances, he turned nasty towards her. I won’t allow that and his feet didn’t touch the floor on the way out. Cheeky twat actually asked if I’d give him a reference. Of course I will. But references are personal statements from one employer to another. I will tell it exactly as it is. 

Even so, my loneliness at home is getting to be a problem….especially if I am around Summer at the hotel! This girl presses all my buttons. Theres an innocence about her, and in any other circumstance, I would be all over her. IVe wanked my clit raw thinking about her and the endless possibilities that could lie before us. 

It’s true, I do need a housekeeper (again). The previous one, Dani’s successor, couldn’t handle the naked days….or the spontaneous sex that Emily and I enjoy. I have thought over and over if I could…or should invite Summer to try out for the job. I’m told her cooking is “good” (which from my head chef means ‘superb’, but that her range of menus is limited. (Again, this means she could supply us with several weeks worth of food without repeating herself.) I know she’s meticulous when it comes to cleaning, but I also know that having her in the house would be fatal. I know, simply know, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. 

It’s funny how my sexually orientated brain takes snippets of real life and moulds them into the most salacious dreams. 

Last month was room inspection. I don’t care what my staff do in their rooms, but it’s necessary to make sure they aren’t hoarding food, or have a million electrical devices hanging onto one mains outlet….that kind of thing. 

In Summer’s room, on the floor, were a pair of dark blue panties. Nothing special, just plain dark blue cotton bikini-style, but the way they lay on the floor revealed just a tiny amount of the vaginal discharge in the crotch. A few little streaks of white….that was all. Oh, it was quit enough to make me want to dive onto the floor and bury my head in them, but naturally I didn’t.

Fast forward to last night. Sleep came quickly. I knew it would. Having spent the afternoon with my accountant, trust me, it was either rapid sleep or suicide! He’s brilliant, but he can bore at Olympic standard. 

The dream came rapidly too. Summer’s dark blue panties. Except they weren’t on the floor of her room at the hotel, they were on the floor of my utility room having fallen from her laundry hamper. In the dream, I had walked over to them and picked them up only to find them still moist. Last night’s then? Of course, I had smelled them….deeply. Her scent permeated every cell in my nasal cavity and her pheromones coursed through my blood. I became instantly wet and slipped a hand between my legs to rub one out. 

In the dream I had my back to the stairs and as the orgasm approached I had moved her panties from my face to press the damp crotch inside me. I had also said, out loud “Oh, Summer! How I wish your cunt juices were really inside me..,,I wish you could squirt up my hole! And I had cum. 

I know that when I cum in a dream, I cum in real life too. That’s why I wake up having squirted in my sleep, and sometimes with aching tummy and vaginal muscles too.

But there was more. “Who says you can’t have?” Summer’s voice! From behind me on the stairs. “Come on.” The dream state made her lead me to my den and settle me on the settee. Her one end, me the other, both of us without undies. We scissored our legs, but we didn’t rub our labia together, we just made sure our holes were opposite one another, then we masturbated. Summer smellled my panties, and I smelled hers. She told me when she was getting close and when she was cumming. In the dream, I actually felt her squirt land inside my vagina, which in turn triggered me into cumming and squirting in her too. In the dream, the orgasms were massive! The tummy ache the following morning bore witness to the fact. 

Squirting inside another girl, and/or having her squirt inside me has been a long-term desire. I wouldn’t even mind if a girl peed there. 

I am wandering around my home now, pleasantly wet, trying to decide if I will, in fact, break my Prime Directive in her case. Would it be so bad if she took on some housekeeping duties here? Would it be possible for us to start afresh? A ‘Dani 2.0’? 

Every girl I have ever had sex with has been less experienced than me, but every single one has shown a desire to experience and learn as much as possible. It seems to me as if it’s a case of a firework exploding. You light that touch paper and away you go. 

Girls are, and I’ll take no argument on this, far more relaxed when they’re with another girl. They’ll do more, far quicker. And, IVe found, even a girl who has very limited sexual experience beforehand seems to…..come alive….with suggestions, many of which seem to have appeared from nowhere. 

Lastly, girls are somewhat hammered by parents. (I wasn’t, particularly, but oh, so many are.) Come puberty, it’s “sit with your legs closed….stay clean down there….never wear dirty panties….always wash down there…..it’s all about cleanliness and decorum. No wonder, then, some girls rebel, and all they want to be is……well….dirty.