This is a two part Flashback Friday for Poolside
“You have to tell me everything!” Sonia was half the world away but her voice travelled with such giddy energy down to phone that she may as well have been in Fernando's ear. He knew that while it was early afternoon already in Paris, it wasn't even breakfast yet back at the resort and he shuddered at the thought of what she might muster once whe had got some caffeine in her. “You absolutely have to tell me everything Mistress Ivanova has Marco doing!”
Marco was their colleague from the resort who a few years ago had found himself handpicked to be a personal maid by Mistress Ivanova, a Russian dominatrix who had been visiting their hotel. He had spent the next two weeks being dragged around the pool area on a leash while dressed in latex under the blistering hot sun. When the same guest tried to book a return visit to the same resort she found herself with visa problems and had to settle for a stay in the hotel chain's Paris location instead. Marco thought he had avoided a second stint in a maid uniform as the personal plaything of a crazy Russian lady until it was revealed she had requested his services especially and was willing to pay top dollar to have him flown out. Fearing he wouldn't turn up, Marco's manager had assigned Fernando to go with him to France to ensure delivery of their valuable service.
“Well, erm, she has him in a French Maid outfit...” Fernando fumbled with his words. “As you would expect I suppose...” He glanced up at Marco as he spoke. “It's really short – vinyl maybe. Mistress Ivanova paid for him to have an afternoon at the hotel spa and now he's kind of glowing. His skin looks super soft. His hair too. He's a blonde again, but this time it's super straight and glossy and he has this kind of maid's cap. I think...” Fernando hushed his voice to a whisper. “I think the makeup he had done at the spa might be permanent. It looks super heavy and precise and I haven't seen it move since we got here.”
“Why are you whispering?” Sonia giggled. “Actually, nevermind, tell me more about Marco. Obviously, he's hating every minute but what's that crazy lady got him doing?”
“Well, you know, mostly maid stuff...” Fernando hesitated. “Feather dusters and all that stuff... We're right by the Eiffel Tower and we have this terrace that faces it. Mistress Ivanova makes us...I mean him spend loads of time on it. Of course there are lots of tourists there and Marco is in full view of them. Sometimes it seems like they take more pictures of him that the actual tower.”
“Sounds like they get a total 'eye-full'” Sonia laughed riotously at her own pun. “You said you were on the terrace with him. Why? I thought you were just supposed to hang out and make sure he doesn't try to run away or something. Is there something you're not telling me?”
“No, no...just a slip of the tongue.” Fernando stammered. There was a turn of a key in the lock of the hotel room door and he almost dropped his phone. “I need to go now!” He hissed urgently down the line. “I mustn't yet Mistress know I've been talking to you. It wouldn't be good for...errr...Marco...”
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