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One hundred percent positively lost. My sat nav has been useless today.
Turn Key, the team building business I was supposed to be at ten minutes ago, has to be around here somewhere. I drum my fingers against the leather steering wheel.
I pull my black Camaro over to the curb and look around. Every street looks the goddamn same.
Where the hell am I?
Did I punch the zip code in incorrectly? I check my phone again.
Opening my emails to double-check, I realize I’ve typed a digit wrong. One bloody digit. Christ.
Right, here we go again. This time, I enter the code correctly. I’m only five blocks away from my destination. I was so close.
Driving in the correct direction this time, I put the windows down and enjoy the sudden gust of warm air that enters the cockpit of my air-conditioned car. I run my hair through my overgrown floppy locks.
Having let my hair grow over the past few months, I need a good barber. A good shave is also required. I’ve never had a long beard before; scruff and goatee are my usual look and I always like to have my beard shaped, short and sharp, but it’s a lifetime away from that at the moment.
When I scratch the long bristles on my face, I look in the mirror. I look like a beach bum but it matches my love for surfing I appear to have a natural talent for, so I fit right in.
Having lived in a seaside town all my life, I still can't believe I have never surfed. Although I am sure my dick is happy with that. The thought of surfing in the winter North Sea makes my balls withdraw into my body.
Scotland is a beautiful place and I love my hometown, but it's a chilly place most of the time.
California is where it’s at for the sunshine and warmth and I love nothing better than grabbing any bit of heat I can get my hands on because as soon as I set foot back in Castleview Cove, it will be autumn, so I am making the most of the hot temperatures.
One minute away now, my mind wanders.
The last twenty-four hours have certainly been interesting and my trip overseas has suddenly become more exciting.
I can’t believe I thought Violet was the cleaner. I’m kicking myself and feel a whole lot of foolish. She was clever at keeping up the bravado, pretending to be the cleaner as she clearly wanted to sneak into the gym undetected.
Although that was a difficult thing to do given the gym is not attended after ten o’clock at night by anyone.
Violet, AKA Lucy will make my last few weeks at the gym very, very interesting indeed.
No amount of jerking off in the shower last night or this morning can scrub the vision of her pink waxed pussy from my thoughts.
When she asked me if I saw anything when she fell backward, I was honest. I didn’t technically lie. I didn't see anything because she was bare. Hollywood wax bare and it was the prettiest flash of a pussy I have ever laid my eyes on.
Why didn’t she have any panties on at a business meeting? Maybe she never wears them. If that’s the case, working with her in such close proximity is going to be hard. And I mean, rock hard.
I let out a low moan and rearrange my cock in my sweatpants.
Having spent a lifetime in suits, I’ve enjoyed kicking back and chilling out in athletic wear and casual clothes. I didn’t even pack a shirt for traveling. My new staple look is tee shirts teamed with sweatpants or shorts. It makes getting dressed easier, too.
For today's activities, our group email to all staff gave instructions to come comfortably dressed for our team building event as some activities involved us being physical and others would be for the mind and soul.
Sounds like a great day ahead. I love this stuff.
Back at our hotel complex, we run team building days once a year over five days. We have too many staff working for us, making it impossible to have everyone off on the same day without a disruption to our guests, and for me and my father, seamless service is paramount.
Our hotel, The Sanctuary, is the only privately owned, family-run, five-star hotel left in Scotland. We are unique and do things properly. We connect with people on a personal level and we pride ourselves on being the only hotel close to becoming a six-star rated hotel in Scotland.
It may take another couple of years to achieve that, but my father and I set a goal. We have a plan and we are making it happen. My grandfather couldn’t be prouder of our achievements. Since my father took over the full responsibility of the hotel when my grandfather retired and became a silent director, followed by me coming on board full-time, the hotel has gone from strong to stronger.
My father is a brilliant businessman. He deals with all the financials and the board of directors. As for me, I look after all the staff, ensuring the hotel runs smooth like clockwork every day. I work on the floor, ensure we have the best staff, and deliver the best customer service. I’m a people person; it’s where I thrive.
That’s what makes us work. Me and my father are a team and I'm buzzing about getting back to my hotel.
