The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – Holy Week – Lazarus Saturday
The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa.
It was once the home The Clerembeax’s, who arrived in Downshire following the Norman conquests and stayed for a thousand years before the name died out following the death of the reclusive Marcus Clerembeax at the age of 96.
The current owner was Yvonne Labuschagne, who decided to open it as a Hotel and Spa.
The Spa was a good attraction, but it was crucial for them to maintain a high occupancy rate, however things were tough in the Hotel trade with the success of Travelodge, Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express and so places like the Palace needed to offer something extra to attract the guests, apart from the Spa.
So, they put on novelty weekends, such as “Murder Mysteries” and in addition, they had a sizable Ballroom which was used for special occasions, high days and holidays, which boosted occupancy and Spa numbers at the same time.
But it was necessary to offer guests as wide a range of activities as possible during their stay, to attract them in the first place, and hopefully to come back.
But some guests came back time and time again in pursuit of entirely different activities.
One such visitor was Carole Went, who was a very lustful Lady, an eye-catching cougar who doused herself in heavy musk and went on the prowl.
She was a woman on the wrong side of forty who was still a woman full of desire, with the looks and the confidence to get what she wanted.
She was outrageously flirty and was exotic, erotic, earthy and dirty, and swung both ways in order to get satisfaction.
Carole preferred to cast her net on nights when there was either a function on in the ballroom, or a stag do or hen night, when she knew she could play the percentages to ensnare her prey.
Carole walked into the bar looking for someone to satisfy her desire and the bar was full of randy young men on a stag weekend and on that night, she chose a young man twenty years her junior called Tony, to satisfy her urges.
Lustful Carole took him to her room and used him and abused him and extracted every ounce of pleasure from him until he was a spent force.
She awoke in the early hours and sighed before congratulating herself on a job well done and lay there for about twenty minutes before she sat up and sat on the bed watching him, rerunning the earlier events through her head, subconsciously selecting those specific moments that were most memorable.
As he stirred Carole wondered if he would do the same when he was awake and what moments they would be.
Tony opened his eyes and looked at her watching him and then she pulled the blanket off him and said
“I hope you’re ready to go again”