Butlins in October wasn't exactly peak holiday vibes. Half-empty park, persistent drizzle, and the kind of forced cheer that came from Redcoats who definitely didn't get paid enough.
I was there for a mate's stag do—his choice, don't ask—and by Saturday night, I'd reached my limit of bingo and arcade games.
That's when she found me.
"You look miserable."
The Redcoat was curvy, dark-skinned, with braids pulled back and a smile that suggested she was as done with this shit as I was.
"That obvious?"
"Very." She sat down next to me on the bench outside the entertainment venue. "I'm Nia. I'm supposed to be encouraging you to join the family fun. But honestly? Same."
"What's the alternative?"
"My chalet. I've got wine. And no screaming children."
"Sounds like heaven."
"It's Butlins, so it's definitely not heaven. But it's better than—" She gestured at the venue, where a DJ was playing "Agadoo" for the third time that evening. "This."
"Lead the way."
Her chalet was tiny but surprisingly cozy—fairy lights, actual bedding, a small fridge full of wine she definitely shouldn't have.
"Perks of being staff," she said, pouring two glasses. "They don't check our rooms. Too scared we'll quit."
"Is it that bad?"
"It's Butlins in October." She handed me a glass, sat close enough that our knees touched. "What do you think?"
"I think you deserve hazard pay."
"I deserve a lot of things." She looked at me over her wine. "Starting with a good night."
"I'm listening."
"You're fit. I'm bored. We're both stuck here for another twelve hours." She put down her glass. "I have ideas about how to pass the time."
"What kind of ideas?"
She kissed me. The Redcoat uniform was rough against my hands, but her lips were soft.
"That kind," she breathed. "More if you're interested."
"Very interested."
"Good." She stood, started unzipping her uniform. "Because this thing is uncomfortable and I've been wanting to take it off all day."
Underneath the Redcoat uniform, Nia was gorgeous. Lacy black underwear, curves that went on forever, skin that was warm under my hands.
"Like what you see?"
"Love it."
"Good answer." She pushed me onto the tiny single bed. "Your turn. Clothes off."
I stripped while she watched, then she straddled me, kissing me deeply.
"Been such a shit week," she murmured. "Need this."
"Happy to help."
She reached down, guided me inside her. We both groaned.
"Move—please—"
The single bed wasn't designed for this—too small, too squeaky—but we made it work. She rode me while kids ran past outside, the surreal soundtrack of Butlins providing background noise.
"Harder—come on—"
I grabbed her hips, thrust up to meet her. She came with a moan, then kept going.
"Again—make me cum again—"
She came twice more before I finished. We lay tangled in the tiny bed, listening to the chaos outside.
"Well," Nia said. "That's the best entertainment I've provided all season."
"Five stars."
"Easy." She kissed me. "When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"Shame." She traced patterns on my chest. "Could've done this again."
"I could come back."
"To Butlins? Voluntarily?" She laughed. "That's either romantic or insane."
"Can't it be both?"
She grinned, grabbed her phone. "Number. I work here through December. Lots of lonely nights."
"I'll keep you company."
"You better."
I went back to the stag do with a stupid grin and plans to return.
Best holiday park experience of my life.