The bar!

You survey the scene, a few people are queueing at check in, an older couple head towards the exit. In the far corner you can see the sign to the pool and gym area. The bar extends from the back corner into the middle of the lobby, a large TV is screening A football match. There are only a few people, mostly singles spread evenly allowing everyone their privacy.

You sit down at a corner table and look at the menu.

From the distance you can hear a giggle. There's something about it that sounds familiar so you glance up.

Ahhh Lauren, the airline must be putting the stewardesses up here... She is wearing her gym gear, hair up in a bun, yellow Lycra sports top restraining her large tits back and together. She is a little taller than you would normally go for but looks great. A quick flash of skin is revealed before her tight black cycling shorts stretch down her long legs, she is deep in conversation,

" I'm going to cycle then go for a swim, I'll be done in a little, see you for some dinner?"

Her friends nods and leaves her to it, you stare as she disappears down the stairs.

You regain your composure and head to the bar.

" Oh hello Mr Cavendish, what can I get you?"

You look up to see Ashleigh smiling in front of you, she is cute, very very cute. You doubt she is older than 20, blonde hair in a short ponytail, Petite, 110lbs max. Big blue eyes, you could lose yourself in those for days...

" Ah Ashleigh, bar duty now I see, just a carona charged on my room thanks!"

" Of course" she swirls around with a spring and wonders over to the fridge. As she bends over the back of her shirt creeps up and you see the markings of a lower back tattoo, and some black cotton.

You sit down again and consider staying at the bar, or perhaps a swim?