Royal Naked Blue

Royal Blue velvety walls, shell pink naked skin, here is James. 

He was as dazzling as the blue velvet in his head board, that marble skin and those incredible good looks. Any of the hired help who bought his breakfast in the mornings were never the same after seeing Master James in his morning state of undress.

“Excuse me, sir.”

“Oh, no, not at all.”

“I’ve come in with your breakfast and to turn down your bed.”

“Lovely. Morning already,” he’d say. “I’m ready for a good turn down.”

“Oh sir, you do make me laugh.”

“If I can make someone laugh every day, then that day is a good day.”

“It’s a good way to think.”

“Well, feed me, and then turn me down.”

“You’re new, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes sir, just a few weeks.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name.”

“Martin. My name is Martin.”

“Very good, er, Martin. Pleased to meet you.”

“Yes, pleased to meet you too.”

“Well, when you are ready.”

“Um, yes, erm, I’m ready.”

“Okay then.”

“Yes, okay then.”

“Go ahead.”

“Yes, okay.”

There was an awkward silence as the two men faced each other. James in his robe, which was open and his tartan boxer shorts, and Martin in his black and white outfit. 

It seemed clear that Martin was unsure of his next move.

“Okay then, erm, Martin, shall I give you a hand?” says James Workington the 3rd.

“Oh, er…” Martin seemed to be tongue tied.

“I tell you what, um, Martin, you go around to the other side of the bed. Yes, that’s it. Now, take the very top of the bed clothes. Yes, yes, in both hands. Now fold them over about the same width as the pillows. Yes, yes, just like that. Now, flatten them out. Yes, there you go. Now I am turned down.”

“Oh, ah, that’s, that’s excellent,” says Martin.

“Yes, yes, indeed,” says James.

Martin laughs nervously. “I thought turning down,” Martin made parenthesis in the air with both hands. “May have meant…”

“May have meant,” repeats James.

“Yes, may… have… meant…” Martin’s voice trails off.

“Meant?” James’s questions. His head tilts quizzically.

“Oh, um, you know what I mean?”

“No, no, I don’t.”

“Oh, um, er…” Martin laughs nervously.

There was momentary silence between the two men.

“Okay, then.” James breaks the silence. “If… you now put take the tray from there and place it on one side of the bed, I think we are done.”

“Oh… yes, yes.” Martin moves the tray.

“Well, thank you Martin,” says James. “If I need anything else, I will call.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Martin leaves the room.