leftybeancounte
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The end of the summer season was not far away and Pierre was looking forward to moving on to the Alps and a winter of ski instructing. He was the recreation manager of Club Head, an all inclusive resort on the French caribbean island of Soixante Neuf. Pierre's job was to make sure all the guests had the time of their lives in the sea, on the beach and wherever else they wanted. It was tiring but one of the advantages was that, every week, the old guests left and new ones arrived. The resort was for adults only and he knew that many of them came for the sexual adventures. Pierre was in his late 30's, bronzed from days in the sun and fit from all the sports he organized and played. He knew that some of his co-workers indulged in a bit of fun with guests - a practice ostensibly frowned on by the senior managers but really ignored. Pierre stayed aloof from this although he knew he'd been tempted by some of the advances made by guests in the past. To him it was a job and he prefered to save his body for his French girlfriend whom he'd be meeting for the winter season in a few weeks.
It was Saturday afternoon and the week's new arrivals were due any time. Pierre slipped a t shirt over his shorts and walked down to reception to take a look at his new charges. Who knew what each week might bring?
It was Saturday afternoon and the week's new arrivals were due any time. Pierre slipped a t shirt over his shorts and walked down to reception to take a look at his new charges. Who knew what each week might bring?