Poolside

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Fernando rounded a row of sunbeds and almost dropped the tray of Mojitos he was carrying in surprise at the spectacle that greeted him at the side of the hotel's main pool. He beckoned over Sonia, a fellow member of the poolside bar staff. She followed his gaze and chuckled.

“I see you've met Mistress Ivanova,” she nodded to the tall blonde woman bursting from her bejewelled bikini. “She arrived Friday. As you can see, she is quite high-maintenance.”

“Quite?” Fernando looked on with sympathy at the figure kneeling before her. He felt hot just watching the sun beat down upon the pink latex. “Did she bring her...erm...maid here with her?”

“Her maid?!” Sonia giggled once more. “That's not her maid. Mistress Ivanova's full time...erm...sissy maid is back in Russia. Apparently he was refused a visa. Of course Mistress Ivanova demanded that the hotel provide one for her for the duration of her stay. But you know how our dear employer is...they aren't going to stump up the cash to hire in a professional sissy maid...if such a thing actually exists...”

“You mean...?” Fernando's voice trailed off as he studied the maid's face. Her face was glistening with perspiration and bits of the blonde wig were clinging to her cosmetic caked face. In spite of this Fernando felt a hint of recognition. “Marco?!”

“Yep!” Sonia confirmed as they watched the hotel guest hook a long fingernail under Marco's chin and smile cruelly. “Supposedly she spotted him during check-in and slipped the hotel manager a fat envelope of cash. The manager made it clear if Marco wanted to keep his job, he should do whatever Mistress Ivanova told him and he took her bags to her room and next time anyone saw him he was like that.”

“Poor Marco,” Fernando cringed. “I guess money talks. How long is she staying? She looks demanding!”

“Two weeks and yes she is. Last night during the evening show Marco was under her table massaging her feet. He feeds her, rubs in her sunscreen and Anna said she saw her spanking him for missing a spot. Rumour is she has her eye on adding another maid to her service for the second week of her stay.”

Fernando shuddered. “Are there any rumours who she wants?”

“Well,” Sonia's eyes sparkled and she nodded at the tray of drinks. “Let's just say I hope you are as good with White Russians as you are with Mojitos...”