Chapter 11: Alex

If you think our lives consist of endless debauchery, all day, every day ... Nah. You’re more worldly-wise than that ... Jutta still had a business to run. Staff needed attention and Koen was busy doing odd jobs in the hotel. I was cleaning rooms and did small paint jobs. The higher the perceived level of maintenance and upkeep of a hotel, the greater the potential increase in its selling price will be. The left wing of the second floor was empty, and unlikely to be reoccupied by hotel guests. So I cleaned those thoroughly together with Jutta. She meticulously inspected the room, and I might have occasionally skipped a spot on purpose where I knew she would look. As a result, she sent me to a corner of the room, forcing me to drop my panties and hold up my uniform skirt. The colour of my bottom hardly ever had a creamy white hue; instead, it typically resembled a fiery red. Sometimes she went to another room to clean and left me standing there with the door open. For anyone who passed to admire my red bum. The beautiful countryside lured the guests from the right wing away, leaving the rest second floor blissfully empty, much to my advantage.

Resembling a dark, modern-day Scheherazade, Koen and Jutta made it their nightly routine to compel me into reading from my deeply personal diary; they wanted me to face my innermost fears and secrets and so they listened intently every night until they felt they had achieved their goal.