Chapter 02

Exercise

In the gym I start my exercise circuit while flirting with the female medical technician the hotel has in the gym to ensure the guests don’t overdo their exercise. The hotel is a top class one which really needs this service as a lot of the guests are older while many are recently retired and not back in a decent health condition after too much time in chairs. Most of the male guests seem to feel compelled to get back into top health in a minimum of time, and they think a lot of gym exercise will do that. They often end up with a few other health issues. The paramedic is here to see they don’t go so far overboard they have a heart attack and die in the hotel. I’m not sure if this is to cut insurance costs or if they really do care; either way, it’s good for guests and a great idea for all concerned.

On arrival I ask the paramedic in charge to play a CD I brought to my first session in the gym just after we booked in a few weeks ago. It’s nice and soothing Chinese music designed to help with meditation and exercise like Tai Chi. I spend five minutes on each device I use: walking machine, push bike, rowing machine, and the upper chest muscle machine - one day I must try to find out what they call that. Followed by twenty minutes on the bench press doing repetitions of five at fifty kilograms then work my way up to repetitions of three at one hundred and twenty kilograms in two and a half kilogram steps. I finish by taking time to settle down while doing Tai Chi forms before thanking the gym supervisor while leaving on my way to the pool and spa area.

It’s late Tuesday afternoon during the school term, so most of the guests are people travelling for work or retired people travelling around to see the country or family. Some of the men staying, due to work, have no children and have their wives with them. Some of the ladies are what the Americans call ‘Trophy Wives:’ very good looking women in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties married to rich men in their forties or fifties. Most such women stay at home as part of the country club set, but a few travel with their husbands to avoid the boredom, or to keep an eye on their husbands. At the moment the hotel has three such wives staying with their men in the hotel, all very lovely ladies with little to do until their husbands turn up in the evening. They’ve got serious boredom issues during the day. I’ve noticed, because they’re worth noticing.

When I walk into the pool area I can’t help noticing all three lovely women in their late twenties lower their books to watch me walk to the pool to dive in. After swimming to the other end and back I stop to move to the side while I look at the ladies. All three of them are watching me while relaxing on the lounges under the sunlamps. I smile, and nod to them. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit I like their attention, and the idea of some personal fun times with no concerns for the future. I’m almost certain they all think I’m older than I am because of my size and build.

It’s been several months, but I’m still very depressed about the death of the rest of my family. Since I’ve been in Frederick, Maryland, I’ve met a few people who are helping me to get on with life. People like Jerry Stein, Lia Stein, Sharon, and some of the other hotel staff. Meeting Kath today also helps me focus on the here and now. But there are times when I’m alone and very lonely, and that’s when the depression starts to sneak up on me. At such times it’s good for me to be interacting with people or doing something to take my mind off the past. Spending some up-close and personal fun-time with some lovely ladies with no strings attached sure ranks well up there for taking my mind off the past. It’s sad such times are often superficial, but they can’t be much else because of the situation, and they only divert my attention for the period of the contact.

The Adams Men

I best talk about Dad and me to explain why I’m not surprised at the ladies’ reactions. Dad is tall, and often described as ruggedly handsome. He’s very fit due to his work as an Army combat officer until he retired a few months ago due to a special approval on compassionate grounds to look after me since he had another two years to go in his enlistment. Dad once served a period as a senior hand-to-hand combat instructor in the SAS (Special Air Service), the Australian equivalent of the US Special Forces like the Green Berets. He’s always been tall and very fit; he stands just under two metres in his bare feet, a solid build with lots of muscle and no visible fat. At a few months short of forty he’s still a good catch after just over twenty years as a combat soldier who started as a private and made it to being a major. He turned down a promotion to colonel twice, because it’d take him away from the troops and combat. He hasn’t been all that happy since he retired, but he’s directing his intelligence to his new work. That’s my father, Major Peter Adams, retired.

Mum was tall too, only a little shorter than Dad, and very beautiful. She was into fitness and martial arts. So it’s no wonder I’m tall for my age, the same height as Dad, and a head taller than most seventeen year old kids. Mum insisted on a healthy diet with plenty of exercise like martial arts, so I’m fit and can look after myself in a fight. Like Dad, I’m solid but not heavy; no fat, but a lot of muscle. In looks I take after Mum more than Dad, and with some make-up I can pass for a tall woman. I’m what some call androgynous, and others call effeminate, looking. It’s nice for me that many women like my looks. Aunt Betty used to say I’d make a good living as a gigolo on my looks alone. Mum would laugh and nod her agreement with her. Back in Australia I’d often walk into clubs and pubs without being asked for identification, either they thought I was old enough or looked too big and tough to tackle; I never asked them which.

The mixing of their genes and ideas on a healthy lifestyle means I’m well above average height with better than average looks, and a very physical presence. My Mum and her parents were what some people call Alphas - natural leaders of any group they join, and Dad is a good natural leader as well; but not as good as Mum and her family were.

Mum was a genius, so was everyone else on Mum’s side of the family, and Dad isn’t far below being a genius. According to the experts I rate up there as a genius higher than anyone else in the family. One thing I know about my family is when we apply ourselves we soon take charge of any group we’re in. But I’m not that interested in doing so, and I often take great pains to avoid being in charge. Also, when I want to, I dominate almost anyone I’m dealing with, except my family; which was a shame, because it would’ve been good for getting out of trouble with them.

In summary; both Dad and I are smart, tall, very fit, able to handle ourselves, and good looking - according to many females we know. I do appreciate being mistaken for someone from two to five years older than I am, since it can be very beneficial at certain times and situations.

Taking into consideration my looks, and being at the hotel by myself in the late afternoon, it’s no wonder the women think I’m older than I am. It’s probable they think I’m a very good young executive who’s not too obsessed with their work, thus their interest in me for some personal fun.

Greetings

I make a point of returning the interest in full, and also in showing off a bit by getting out of the pool to do a number of dives from the low diving board. I give them time to run a few ideas through their heads before I walk over to stand in front of the ladies while drying myself with a towel. While smiling at them I say, “Good afternoon, ladies. My name’s Al Adams, and I don’t mind getting involved in a little private fun with such lovely ladies as yourselves, as long as it doesn’t involve anyone thinking it’s the start of anything long term. Any fun would be just that, a fun-time between friends.” They all smile, and nod yes to show they agree. “Good. Since we all know where we stand why don’t you ladies work out the details of how to spend the afternoons so you all get a fair time while no one runs any risks with the other members of their party getting upset.” They all lick their lips, and start a quiet talk together while I move to the next lounger where I turn on the sunlamp to work on my tan a little while they sort out the arrangements.

A few minutes later the one beside me says, “Hi, I’m Beverley Spinks, and my friends are Melissa James beside me with Alison Howard on her far side. We think it best we stay together as a group, if you think you can handle the three of us. That way it looks better when we get a call our husbands are looking for us. All our husbands work for the same company, and they’re here to be involved with a major reshuffle of the corporate arrangements for an acquisition expansion. Since they’re all senior executives and workaholics they usually don’t get back to the hotel until late, very late.”

I smile, and reply, “Well, I don’t know about being able to handle three such lovely ladies at once! But I’m certainly willing to try, and to do my best at making you all happy. Why don’t we adjourn this discussion to the spa in my suite?”

That gets more big smiles. Most of the better suites here have two person spas, while only the top five have larger spas, and I’m saying my suite has a large spa. That means I’m not in the cheap rooms, so it’s not like I’m running a con on them. Actually, the rooms the company booked for Dad and I were cheap, but I upgraded us to the penthouse for some luxury and privacy. The company is paying Dad the amount they set out in the contract direct to his bank account while I’m paying for the suite on my trust account credit card. Yes, it’s expensive, but it’s just a flea bite in my current daily income. It took some arguing, but I convinced Dad to keep the money he’s getting, and he can pay for some nice meals for us when we go out for dinner.

After the ladies nod agreement to my question I stand up, and turn off the sunlamp. Moving to their lounges I offer each lady a hand to help her stand up then I turn off the sunlamp for each of them. We leave the pool as a group, chatting while heading for the foyer.

At the front desk I ask for messages, and the senior clerk hands me one. She also hands each of the ladies a message. While the ladies open and read their messages the clerk, Sharon, smiles and winks at me, so I smile and wink back before opening a message from Dad. His meeting is going into overtime so I’m not to wait for him for dinner. Turning from the desk I lead the way to the penthouse lift.

When we get in the lift Beverley sees there’s only two buttons, so she realises I live in the penthouse. She laughs while she points this out to the others. Then she tells me their husbands will miss dinner.

It could be a coincidence, but I have to ask, “Excuse me, but are your husbands involved with the Strong Security takeover by US Security?” They all look surprised, and nod yes. “Well then, this looks interesting, my Dad’s involved with that too, and he’s held up in a meeting that’s going into heavy overtime, so he’ll have dinner at the meeting. I wonder if they’re all involved in the same meeting?” They all smile, and I can see their minds turning over how to relate where Dad and I fit, since we’ve the penthouse and they don’t. “Don’t worry about it, Dad’s not a senior executive with either company. We’ve got the penthouse because I want some privacy so it’s all on my charge card, not his.” This gets some very wide-eyed looks from the ladies. However, I’m not sure they believe me.

We arrive at our floor, so I use the swipe card and a code number to enter the penthouse from the small lift lobby. They all smile when I stop at the bar to get two bottles of Bollinger, a bottle of orange juice, two ice buckets I fill with ice, three champagne glasses, and a normal glass.

Fun Times

Within a minute we’re sitting in the spa while I pour champagne for the ladies, and orange juice for me. “I don’t like alcohol, and I certainly don’t want it impairing any of my physical abilities.” This gets smiles while I hand out the champagne. The twelve person spa was empty, so the water’s still running when I turn the jets on while it’s only half full.

I wait for Beverley to put her glass down after taking her first drink before pulling her onto my lap. Settling her down on my thighs I undo the bow of her bikini top to slip her top off, and toss it to the decking beside the spa before leaning in to kiss her. A few minutes later I have her stand while I slide her bikini bottoms off, and she sits on my thighs. I caress her body while we talk. After several more minutes I ask her to switch places with Alison, but I strip Alison’s bikini off before I let her sit down. Melissa stands and takes her one piece swimsuit off while I sit there caressing Alison. I smile, because all three women are very nice to look at as all three of them are well endowed with trim figures. In a few minutes more it’s Melissa’s turn to sit on my lap.