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Name: Adrian Proir
Age: 51
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, working for an investment bank
Adrian was frustrated. His train had been delayed by an hour or so as some poor sod had jumped off 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 were 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. It was a smart hotel, set in grounds close to the city centre of the market town, it was clearly at once a home to a wealthy landlord, and, or a Victorian entrepreneur. AS such it was quiet and exclusive, though he wondered about the business model. But it must be working as it was still open. He looked around the grand hallway, with a glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling, though there was still sufficient daylight from the summer evening to lighten the area. Along the side were tables and leather chairs, and in the far corner was the bar area, available for a hot chocolate or a fine brandy. The opposite side, was the restaurant area, partially set in a wrought iron conservatory.
He sighed deeply as he stood at the desk, in his smart chino shorts and short sleeve Oxford shirt, his suitcase behind him. He could see activity in the office through the slightly frosty glass.
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 Leah” he replied, having re-read the name badge on the receptionist's grey pinstriped uniform dress; again noticing that she was an assistant manageress; ie the poor sod who had to do all the quiet shifts the main manageress can't be bothered to do herself. 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.
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 as they were picking up the bill, the hotel 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, which was where he was intending to swim 25 lengths or so, before retiring to the bar for a light supper and a beer.
Leah was swift in booking him in as he signed the paperwork and offered his company’s credit card. As he watched her, he smiled as he started to relax, and remember the slightly flirtatious comments they had exchanged the previous week.
"So how are you Leah/ How was your weekend? Out clubbing and pubbing and jumping on young men?" he teased.
The two of them chatted briefly as Leah called the duty Porter/dogsbody, who promptly arrived and led Adrian up to his room, on the fourth floor. Once there, he quickly unpacked, hanging up his suits and shirts, before changing into something even more casual, before picking up his trunks and swimming goggles.
The pool was empty as he entered the pool area. It was a 25-metre pool, and not too deep at just over a metre deep. There was no lifeguard, but several cameras give the reception area coverage of the pool for safety. He was not a stylish swimmer, but he had the power and despite his age and build to swim for a while if he wanted to. As such it didn't take him long to swim his 25 lengths, clocking up 500 metres. His main form of exercise was cycling and running, but swimming was good he felt for his upper body strength.
Showered he returned to the main building and the bar area, where he was intending to enjoy a pint of ale and a sandwich. The previous Sunday, they had a lovely beef and horseradish sandwich, the remains of the beef from the carvery lunch. As he approached the bar, he saw Leah again, chatting to the waiter.
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Name: Adrian Proir
Age: 51
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, working for an investment bank
Adrian was frustrated. His train had been delayed by an hour or so as some poor sod had jumped off 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 were 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. It was a smart hotel, set in grounds close to the city centre of the market town, it was clearly at once a home to a wealthy landlord, and, or a Victorian entrepreneur. AS such it was quiet and exclusive, though he wondered about the business model. But it must be working as it was still open. He looked around the grand hallway, with a glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling, though there was still sufficient daylight from the summer evening to lighten the area. Along the side were tables and leather chairs, and in the far corner was the bar area, available for a hot chocolate or a fine brandy. The opposite side, was the restaurant area, partially set in a wrought iron conservatory.
He sighed deeply as he stood at the desk, in his smart chino shorts and short sleeve Oxford shirt, his suitcase behind him. He could see activity in the office through the slightly frosty glass.
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 Leah” he replied, having re-read the name badge on the receptionist's grey pinstriped uniform dress; again noticing that she was an assistant manageress; ie the poor sod who had to do all the quiet shifts the main manageress can't be bothered to do herself. 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.
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 as they were picking up the bill, the hotel 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, which was where he was intending to swim 25 lengths or so, before retiring to the bar for a light supper and a beer.
Leah was swift in booking him in as he signed the paperwork and offered his company’s credit card. As he watched her, he smiled as he started to relax, and remember the slightly flirtatious comments they had exchanged the previous week.
"So how are you Leah/ How was your weekend? Out clubbing and pubbing and jumping on young men?" he teased.
The two of them chatted briefly as Leah called the duty Porter/dogsbody, who promptly arrived and led Adrian up to his room, on the fourth floor. Once there, he quickly unpacked, hanging up his suits and shirts, before changing into something even more casual, before picking up his trunks and swimming goggles.
The pool was empty as he entered the pool area. It was a 25-metre pool, and not too deep at just over a metre deep. There was no lifeguard, but several cameras give the reception area coverage of the pool for safety. He was not a stylish swimmer, but he had the power and despite his age and build to swim for a while if he wanted to. As such it didn't take him long to swim his 25 lengths, clocking up 500 metres. His main form of exercise was cycling and running, but swimming was good he felt for his upper body strength.
Showered he returned to the main building and the bar area, where he was intending to enjoy a pint of ale and a sandwich. The previous Sunday, they had a lovely beef and horseradish sandwich, the remains of the beef from the carvery lunch. As he approached the bar, he saw Leah again, chatting to the waiter.
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