Chapter 1

The Laidlaw family fortune came into being through the hard work of previous generations. Based on a small family business, in the late 1800s, as Queen Victoria visited Scotland for her holidays, the Laidlaws opened a small guest house. A hundred and forty years later, the Laidlaw family now owned a hotel and hospitality empire across Scotland: Highland hotels, Golf hotels, and City hotels. It is one of the most successful family businesses and is still in the original family’s hands.

Lady Mary Laidlaw looked at her reflection as she sat at the bar of the Laidlaw Clyde Golf Hotel, sipping her French champagne. It tasted delicious indeed. She was 36 years old, in the prime of her life, with dark hair, bright eyes, and an elegant, sexy style. She had just about everything she wanted, apart from a husband. She had been widowed at the age of 21 when a tragic car accident took away her new husband and her parents, Lord and Lady Laidlaw. Leaving her with a newborn baby son, Ian. Thus, Lady Mary had been thrust into leading the family business at an early age. A widow, single mother and with a colossal responsibility for a young woman. It was her grandmother who supported her. Lady Agnes Laidlaw steered Lady Mary into leading the family business into the next century of prosperity.

The Laidlaw Clyde Golf Hotel has recently been refurbished and extended. This evening was the ‘Grand Party’ to reopen the hotel for the new season. The Scottish weather had relented a beautiful May day with the sun shining all day. Golf had been played, prizes had been given, and drinks and food had been laid on. It all went like a perfect relaunch. Lady Mary was pleased and took a few minutes to sit and drink a glass of her champagne reward at the new hotel bar.

‘Congratulations, boss.’ Said the head barman as he poured a refill into Lady Mary’s glass.

‘Thanks, Angus.’ She replied.

She smiled and turned around to watch all the other people enjoying themselves at the party. Across the room, she spied a young man around 20 years old. Lady Mary got off her stool and approached him, avoiding people as they danced and partied in the middle of the room. As she arrived, she smiled, her eyes twinkled, and she asked him his name.

‘Who are you?’ She said in a seductive tone of voice.

‘Brian.’ The young man replied.

Thirty minutes later, Lady Mary Laidlaw was on her back, naked apart from her tan stay-op stockings and high heels, with her legs spread apart, being fucked across a hotel bed by young Brian, also naked and being encouraged by Lady Mary to fuck her harder.

‘Come on. Harder, fuck me harder!’ She urged him.

Enthusiastically Brian responded and ploughed his cock harder and faster up Lady Mary’s juicy cunt.

‘Yes! Yes! That’s it.’ She called out.

Her orgasm swept through her body, and she tensed and thrashed about on the bed, with Brian still fucking her as hard as he could manage.

Brian then spurted inside Lady Mary, filling her up with his cum and draining his balls.

Thirty minutes later, Brian had returned to the party smiling after having his first Milf. (Mother, I’d liked to fuck). Lady Mary stood by the open hotel bedroom window smoking a thin cigarillo. The tobacco smoke curled up to make a small blue-tinted cloud before drifting outside into the night air. Lady Mary did not often smoke, only when she enjoyed a victory of one kind or another. Fucking young Brian was one of those moments. She felt good, strong, and energised by the sex.

The following morning, there was a golf tournament. Lady Mary was to hand out the prizes and trophies. It was to be a casual affair, nothing too competitive, just a friendly round of golf for the players and the golfing fans. Lady Mary Looked for young Brian among the faces, but she did not see him, which was a pity. She would have liked to have fucked him again. He had been a good fuck the night before.

Lady Mary let the golf hotel staff work their magic with the guests, serving drinks and food as required. She then slipped away from fronting the golf hotel’s re-opening. She packed her suitcase, and her car and chauffeur arrived to take her home. She got into the back of her car, and the driver drove the car steadily and safely away. It would take about two hours before she arrived home.

When she arrived home, she was greeted by her teenage son, Roddy Laidlaw, and Granny Agnes Laidlaw.

‘How did it all go?’ Granny Agnes asked.

‘Fine, I left it all in the hands of the staff. Everyone seems happy enough.’ Lady Mary replied.

Lady Mary eyed her teenage son Roddy.

‘I was thinking on the way back that you should join the family business.’ She said to Roddy.

Roddy’s face dropped. He was out of school now and was looking forward to having the summer off and doing whatever he wanted.

‘But.’ He began to say.

‘No buts, you start next Monday with me at the office. Then I’ll find you a place at one of the hotels.’

‘But.’ Roddy interrupted.

‘No buts Roddy. I’ve decided.’ She said.

Granny Agnes just smiled at her grandson’s disappointment. She had thought he might be given a job in the family business sooner rather than later.

‘We all have to start sometime, Roddy.’ Granny Agnes said to him. Roddy looked glum as he realised his summer plans had just been cancelled.

The women had always led the Laidlaw family business. Way back, it had been the first Mrs Laidlaw, not her husband, who noticed the business opportunity to open a guest house for tourists. The family business grew, and with each new generation, it was the women who dominated the managerial direction of the company.

Lady Mary lay awake in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, thoughts going around her head: the business, her son Roddy, being alone, not having a partner to share her life with or lying beside her in bed at night. She got out of bed and went down to the kitchen, made some hot tea and sat there warmly with the aga stove, keeping her company.

‘What should I do with myself?’ She said aloud to the empty kitchen.

The kitchen did not reply. Only the silence of the midnight hour filled the room.

‘If ... If I were a hotel, empty without any guests ... How would I fix it?’ She asked the kitchen.