The alarm went off at 9, and I was trying to remember as I shut it off why the fuck I had set it so early. I remembered; Gloria had something special going on today and would not be here, and we had a special event starting at noon and lasting until very late. Two guest speakers, and several local clubs to meet in the dungeon for a long day of seminars.

I woke Stella, and asked her to eat breakfast and dress for company; I'd meet her downstairs. Throwing on a dress shirt, ascot, and suit jacket, I went to my office to get the details of the day taken care of. Lance from security was going to pick up the VIP's, and I had to make sure the dungeon was ready.

Pushing his office intercom, "Tom"?
(beep)
"Yes, Boss?"
(beep)
"Are we set for the seminar? Stage set up? Requested equipment and supplies?"
(beep)
"*sigh* Boss, remember who you are talking to? How many years have we
been together? Do you really need to ask?"
(beep)
"Tom, do you know why this place works as smoothly as it does? Because I ask. Good managers are good managers because they check up on things. When was the last time you ran out of lube, Tom?"
(beep)
"Boss, I've NEVER run out of lube! I do an inventory on that every week, just like on all consumables. I'm careful about that!"
(beep)
"Tom, look at the bottom of the inventory form, in the lower left corner. What are the initials down there?"
(beep)
"Errr.... 'CP'. Oh."
(beep)
"Yup. That's why we don't run out, Tom. I set up the form when we opened... and made sure until YOU were hired that we never ran out. Now you do it, because I delegated it. But I still check, Tom. Because I care, just like you do. Thanks, my friend! Our first customers will be down there about 11:30, and the bar will open after the buffet closes at 1. See you later!"

Next, I checked Lance's locator; he was at the airport and... pulling out. Should be here in thirty. Time to head down.

Midori and Master Z arrived at 10:45, and I showed them down to the hall, introducing them to Tom and Doctor Jan. They took over the hosting, after asking if I had found the volunteers they were looking for. Well, I had one for Midori... but not sure she would be OK with Master Z. I would be asking her, OK? OK. If not, he never had trouble getting one from the crowd. Yes.

Back upstairs, I was pleased that the party servers were early, and sent them down to check the setup, and the dining servers were already checking the dining room. I called them together, let them know about the special for today ("Pressed" Duck and "Whipped" potatoes. Gads, I had to get with Chef about those stupid puns), and had them in 'standing present' to check uniform details and grooming. 2 demerits for April for nails, total 5 this week and it was only Thursday. 1 demerit for Virginia, improperly ironed uniform shirt. Marked on list for monthly demerit totals; those punishments were fun, I'd have to do that myself for a few weeks again. Maybe Gloria was getting too soft.

Lunch started at 11, and the first meeting guests were in the bar waiting to go down when I opened the doors to downstairs at 11:30.

Stella came down, dressed for a smart meeting or dinner out. Beautiful! I asked her if she would volunteer to be demonstration model for the famous Midori? It was called "Topping and designing assignments", and nothing would be done to her that I would not do. Game for it? She was indeed; her nipples stood right up and crinkled.

Then I asked her about being Master Z's test subject; he was teaching a class on 'Fire Play'. Would that push her too far? No, not at all. Good. I asked her to step down, then, and act as hostess for the guests and help find seating and such; coordinate with Tom and Doctor Jan who were hosting down there. She kissed me... hard... and thanked me for the opportunity, and took off downstairs.

This left me to concentrate on the operations. And face-to-face with trouble.