25-06-2020, 06:43 PM
As I expected, the corporation had a van awaiting our arrival. As soon as we had disembarked the plane, our baggage was efficiently loaded in the van and we were all driven to our luxury accommodations in the finest hotel on the Islands.
At the hotel, each couple was assigned their own personal assistant/bellhop/valet etc. who would be seeing to our needs for the entire week. It was obvious to me that our personal "assistants" had not been selected at random. Jacque, our assistant, looked like he might have come off of a Hollywood set. His light brown olive skin was smooth and even seemed to shine. I wondered if he used some type of body oil to get such an effect. His handsome face reminded me of a young Harry Bellefonte. The tight uniform he wore revealed a broad powerful chest and well-formed biceps above a small waist and a tight, small butt with an obvious bulge at his crotch.
He placed our baggage on a luggage carrier, smiling at my wife continuously. When he unlocked our room and handed me the keys, I was surprised to see that all of us had been assigned two-bedroom suites. "Nothing but first-class for the Corporation", I thought. While Jacque unloaded our bagged, I carried two bags into the second bedroom and was inspecting the bathroom when I heard the loud cry of pain from the other room.
Racing back into the other bedroom, I had a hard time believing what I saw. Jacque was lying on the floor, blood streaming from his nose, trying desperately to staunch the blood flow. Denise stood a few feet away, her fists still clenched, her face a fiery red. She was screaming at him while she dialed the phone:
"You worthless degraded pervert! You sick miserable son-of-a-bitch. How dare you put your hands on me like that! "
"What happened?", I asked in astonishment.
"What happened? I'll tell you what happened. You walk into the other room to inspect the accommodations. I bend over to put one of the suitcases on this bed, and this PERVERT decides he will take the opportunity with me bent over to first feel my ass and then slide his hand between my thighs and feel my vagina."
"OK. I understand. I think Jacque has learned his lesson. You've explained things very clearly to him. I'm going to help him downstairs. You finish unpacking, Ok.?"
My wife nodded. And then to my surprise, turned to face Jacque as I helped him to his feet.
"Listen. I'm sorry. I overreacted badly. I was just so startled when I felt your hand between my legs, I went overboard. I really didn't mean to hurt you like that. If you will forgive me, I would like to have you remain as our assistant during our stay. At least, think about it."
At the hotel, each couple was assigned their own personal assistant/bellhop/valet etc. who would be seeing to our needs for the entire week. It was obvious to me that our personal "assistants" had not been selected at random. Jacque, our assistant, looked like he might have come off of a Hollywood set. His light brown olive skin was smooth and even seemed to shine. I wondered if he used some type of body oil to get such an effect. His handsome face reminded me of a young Harry Bellefonte. The tight uniform he wore revealed a broad powerful chest and well-formed biceps above a small waist and a tight, small butt with an obvious bulge at his crotch.
He placed our baggage on a luggage carrier, smiling at my wife continuously. When he unlocked our room and handed me the keys, I was surprised to see that all of us had been assigned two-bedroom suites. "Nothing but first-class for the Corporation", I thought. While Jacque unloaded our bagged, I carried two bags into the second bedroom and was inspecting the bathroom when I heard the loud cry of pain from the other room.
Racing back into the other bedroom, I had a hard time believing what I saw. Jacque was lying on the floor, blood streaming from his nose, trying desperately to staunch the blood flow. Denise stood a few feet away, her fists still clenched, her face a fiery red. She was screaming at him while she dialed the phone:
"You worthless degraded pervert! You sick miserable son-of-a-bitch. How dare you put your hands on me like that! "
"What happened?", I asked in astonishment.
"What happened? I'll tell you what happened. You walk into the other room to inspect the accommodations. I bend over to put one of the suitcases on this bed, and this PERVERT decides he will take the opportunity with me bent over to first feel my ass and then slide his hand between my thighs and feel my vagina."
"OK. I understand. I think Jacque has learned his lesson. You've explained things very clearly to him. I'm going to help him downstairs. You finish unpacking, Ok.?"
My wife nodded. And then to my surprise, turned to face Jacque as I helped him to his feet.
"Listen. I'm sorry. I overreacted badly. I was just so startled when I felt your hand between my legs, I went overboard. I really didn't mean to hurt you like that. If you will forgive me, I would like to have you remain as our assistant during our stay. At least, think about it."
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