Update

Firstly, and with more sadness that I can put into words, the lovely Dani is leaving us in the New Year. She has a job opportunity in Australia, and although I could insist on her three months this notice, I could never be so cruel. So, on January 3rd, she departs for Cairns, and a new life. I simply can’t express how much I’ll miss that girl. 

Well, that’s that out of the way. 

Secondly. Emily is pregnant! (Well, one of us had to be able to do it!) she conceived naturally, with the assistance of The Divine Alan. I may be wrong, but I rather think she began to enjoy it. They had sex every day for a week covering her ovulation period. Having described how Emily and I make love when using our strapless strap on, Alan and I practiced him fucking me until he got the speed and penetration just right. I suppose that Alan being no stranger to being ‘feminised’ during sex sometimes helped. He reported that to begin with Em called him my name, but towards the end of the week, she was using his! Emily just shrugs if you ask her if she’s beginning to like cock…..but there’s a definite glint in her eye. I hope she fares better than I did with it all. Oh..wait…that sounded bitchy…no. I mean it. I remember the special feeling being pregnant offered me, and now she’s experiencing it too. Jealous? Yes. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t, but I’m also looking forward to us being parents too. 

Work? Well, there have been some changes in the hotel. Staff movements mainly, though not many. The remainder of the original staff…the people I took over…have gone. They just couldn’t make the transition to being pro-active employees from just being minimal output drones. The idiot running the place before seriously de-skilled these people. I’m sorry to lose them, but I know my business model works. No, I don’t make the profit I could, but the place buzzes with ideas and new thinking, and I’d far rather have that. One girl, on her own initiative, went out and visited tome small manufacturing firms near the hotel which are on a small industrial estate. She cut a deal for supplying not just sandwiches and rolls, but hot dinners too. Orders in by 10;00, deliveries between 12;00 and 13;00. After costs, she will clear us about £500-600 a week….of which she gets half. Yes, I know. But what do you think the effect on the others this will have? 

Lisa, the girl I admit I lust after at the Hotel has been joined by a new girl called Summer….and she is summer by name and summer by nature. I mean…oh my goodness! 18, radiating happiness and cheerfulness, and my eyes and Miss Brain tell me that stripped to her bra and panties she’d look like I did at 16! She and Lisa are close friends and I’m wondering just how close? Miss Brain has it that they are friends with benefits. God, I hope so! The other day, I got an eyeful up Summer’s uniform dress. Grey panties (which turn me on like crazy), a visible moist mark running between an equally visible camel toe, and wisps of pubic hair. Miss Brain informed me that she would smell absolutely divine. I really must try to find out! 

The pole clubs? I’m sorely tempted to franchise them, but then again, there’s nothing like direct control. I will look at expanding this business in the New Year. All the clubs are at capacity with waiting lists….which means I need more clubs! I’m wondering about adding spa facilities too. Sauna, steam room, large spa baths, massage? Mmmmm. 

Pubs? Well, most are going great guns, but to my disappointment, the two canal-side ones are proving hard work. They’re breaking even…just….but there’s something we’re missing. Boats aren’t stopping as often as they could be, and even though there is a large marina close by, we aren’t picking up any business from it. I’ll give it another summer, but I’m already thinking it might be a case of at least one ‘pub overboard’. 

STOP PRESS: I have my very own Viking! Olaf (of course), blonde-haired, blue eyed, muscled to his fingertips works in one of the pubs. He simply has no idea how many times he’s fucked my brains out…at least in my imagination. Oh, the things I’d do to that boy…and the thing’s I’d let him do to me! He has been in the country two years, yet no girlfriend, no boyfriend….only his right hand for company, I think. To say I’m tempted is an understatement. 

To make matters even more unfair, Dani has fucked him!. She describes him as “hung like a fucking horse” to the extent that “it actually hurt going in, but it’s that good hurt, you know?” Yes, I fucking know. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had a cock so big it hurts, and yes, I’m as jealous as fuck! One of my all-time favourite fantasies is being fucked by an impossibly huge dick. 

My head chef has got all the kitchens in all the venues as she wants them now to the extent that she is working with catering colleges to offer real line/ brigade work experience for recognised qualifications in the industry. (Another income stream). Menus are varied and changed regularly. We only buy from local farms direct (yes, it costs more, but I’d rather have the profit going to the growers than some middle men somewhere.)

My accountant regularly shows me how much more my businesses could be making. He’s right to do so, but he’s missing the point. This is about inspiring people as well as training them up in a trade. 

Oh, I had to throw someone out of the village pub last week. Not a local, that’s for sure. He turned up in an all-singing, all-dancing Audi and was mouthy and abusive from the start. When he refused to pay for his meal, describing it as “third rate slop”, I stepped in. (Partly because I could see through the kitchen door that my head chef had a meat clever in her hand and was looking seriously pissed off. Hacking a guest to pieces isnt good business.) 

He took one look at my somewhat diminutive size, decided I was no threat at all to his masculine superiority, stood up and said “And what the fuck do you think YOU’RE going to do ab………” 

It’s a very satisfying feeling to grab a man’s balls and squeeze so hard you feel something in their give. Without a word, I moved him to the restaurant cash register, smiled sweetly and said “Pay, please.” Never has a gold Amex card been produced so fast. His bill paid, we moved through a fire escape and into the car park where, still holding his manhood in a vice-like grip, I informed him that I’d rather not see him again, and if I did, I might have to get …..unpleasant’.” 

I am eternally grateful to my dad who got his security guys to teach Alison and me how to look after ourselves. I hated it at the time because, if we didn’t fight as hard as we could, they gave us some nasty bruises to remember for next time. I’m not physical in that way naturally….but I can be. 

And I found it made me seriously wet. I mean have-to-get-myself-off-now kind of wet. Aggression has to go somewhere I guess. I came thinking about his bruised balls. 

There will be some changes in the New Year. We’ll need a new Housekeeper for a start. Someone who doesn’t mind our somewhat weird ways. I think I’ll advertise among my existing staff first. Better the people you know, right? 

So, my lovelies, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all.