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Name: Adrian Proir
Age: 49
Height: 6 ft
Eyes: Piercing Blue
Hair: Black, with grey highlights and slightly balding, so cropped short
Build: Tall, broad like a rugby player but also carries some middle age spread
Profession: Accountant
Adrian was frustrated. His train had been delayed as some poor sod had jumped of a bridge in an effort to commit suicide in front of an oncoming train. He had no idea whether they were successful or not. - nor did he care.
All he knew was that he was late. The foyer and reception area of the rather upmarket hotel was empty, and so he pressed the bell on the reception desk - somewhat out of place for the modern sleek design of the hotel. This would be his third stay in as many weeks. The clock on the wall read 7:18.
He sighed deeply.
Then she emerged from the back Office.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting sir… Er Good evening Mr Proir. How was your trip down?”
“Good evening Emma” he replied, having read the name badge on the receptionist's grey pinstriped uniform dress. The dress was a light grey and white pinstripe affair which was slightly loose around her torso, and a high neckline to reveal very little cleavage; yet the slight tension lines across her breasts suggestive that her breasts were reasonably full. The
He was taken back slightly by that she had remembered his name. It was a relatively small hotel with only about 40 rooms or so but it was a premium 5 star hotel, catering for the professionals. His client had suggested the hotel, and were picking up the bill, which suited him down to the ground. His first two stays had been excellent. The staff were diligent and attentive, the food excellent, and the facilities second to none, especially the gym and pool.
Emma was swift in booking him in as he signed the paperwork, and offered his company’s credit card. Moments later, he was being shown to his room by the porter who insisted on carrying his suitcase and suit holder.
He saw her briefly later that evening as he headed to the bar, wearing a shirt sleeve shirt and a pair of Docker Chinos, and approached the bar. He recognised the bartender/waitress from his previous visit, a rather tall, attractive looking female, with a cute smile and a slender yet curvy figure. The bar was quiet, a small group of about four or five people in the one corner, and a couple of others like himself, alone.
“Evening Kali” he offered. “May I have a pint of London Pride please?”
As he was served, he looked around the room, identifying himself a table with a large Edwardian style red leather armchair in a corner; away from the TV; even though it was turned off.
“Sure, I’ll bring it over. Room 404?” she asked to confirm having entered his name onto the till PC.
He wandered over to the chair and sat down, and swiped on his new IPad-Pro, entering the password, before selecting the kindle app. Moments later his reference book was open, on how to use his new camera he had just purchased a couple of weeks ago
As he glanced at the screen, he saw Kali approach him over the top of the tablet, her pencil skirt reaching down to her knees.
“Thank you” Kali he offered, smiling as he saw her lovely green eyes, her long brown hair tied in a pony tail.
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Room Service....
Name: Adrian Proir
Age: 49
Height: 6 ft
Eyes: Piercing Blue
Hair: Black, with grey highlights and slightly balding, so cropped short
Build: Tall, broad like a rugby player but also carries some middle age spread
Profession: Accountant
Adrian was frustrated. His train had been delayed as some poor sod had jumped of a bridge in an effort to commit suicide in front of an oncoming train. He had no idea whether they were successful or not. - nor did he care.
All he knew was that he was late. The foyer and reception area of the rather upmarket hotel was empty, and so he pressed the bell on the reception desk - somewhat out of place for the modern sleek design of the hotel. This would be his third stay in as many weeks. The clock on the wall read 7:18.
He sighed deeply.
Then she emerged from the back Office.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting sir… Er Good evening Mr Proir. How was your trip down?”
“Good evening Emma” he replied, having read the name badge on the receptionist's grey pinstriped uniform dress. The dress was a light grey and white pinstripe affair which was slightly loose around her torso, and a high neckline to reveal very little cleavage; yet the slight tension lines across her breasts suggestive that her breasts were reasonably full. The
He was taken back slightly by that she had remembered his name. It was a relatively small hotel with only about 40 rooms or so but it was a premium 5 star hotel, catering for the professionals. His client had suggested the hotel, and were picking up the bill, which suited him down to the ground. His first two stays had been excellent. The staff were diligent and attentive, the food excellent, and the facilities second to none, especially the gym and pool.
Emma was swift in booking him in as he signed the paperwork, and offered his company’s credit card. Moments later, he was being shown to his room by the porter who insisted on carrying his suitcase and suit holder.
He saw her briefly later that evening as he headed to the bar, wearing a shirt sleeve shirt and a pair of Docker Chinos, and approached the bar. He recognised the bartender/waitress from his previous visit, a rather tall, attractive looking female, with a cute smile and a slender yet curvy figure. The bar was quiet, a small group of about four or five people in the one corner, and a couple of others like himself, alone.
“Evening Kali” he offered. “May I have a pint of London Pride please?”
As he was served, he looked around the room, identifying himself a table with a large Edwardian style red leather armchair in a corner; away from the TV; even though it was turned off.
“Sure, I’ll bring it over. Room 404?” she asked to confirm having entered his name onto the till PC.
He wandered over to the chair and sat down, and swiped on his new IPad-Pro, entering the password, before selecting the kindle app. Moments later his reference book was open, on how to use his new camera he had just purchased a couple of weeks ago
As he glanced at the screen, he saw Kali approach him over the top of the tablet, her pencil skirt reaching down to her knees.
“Thank you” Kali he offered, smiling as he saw her lovely green eyes, her long brown hair tied in a pony tail.
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