Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
He leaned back and gestured to the table and the only other available chair, across the corner from him.
“Good morning.” He exhaled a blue cloud.
I noticed a smoke of my own beside a lighter with the rest of the table setting.
“How long have you been up?” I asked.
“Take that off. You don’t need it.”
I tugged at the neck of the robe.
“All of it.”
Since he didn’t seem to care about the two servers standing by, I didn’t either. I assumed they saw plenty of naked people—and things far freakier—on an average workday. I dropped the robe and pulled my chemise over my head, then sat down. The sun had warmed the white leather seat, and I gave a startled little jump.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked, lighting up. Eating and smoking at the same time was a major ick; eating before smoking seemed like a waste of munchies.
“You looked like you needed sleep,” he said. Then he revised his statement. “I did try to wake you up. But you made a caveman noise at me. Truly terrifying.”
“Ha ha.” I inhaled, then asked with a tight voice, “I don’t even remember getting in bed. Did you carry me?”
He picked up his cane from where it hooked over the tabletop, then put it back down. “I managed to get you conscious enough to walk under your own power. But I was worried we were going to end up sleeping on the couch.”
“We?” I teased. “You could have tucked me in and abandoned me.”
“Then I wouldn’t have had you clinging to me all night,” he said. He cast a glance at the two servers standing by. One was a tall, slender, brunette with deep bronze skin and long hair held back in a prim headband. In her uniform of a white polo and white shorts, she looked like a camp counselor. The man beside her had a gorgeous golden tan and curly blond hair. Same uniform, but it gave him more of a snotty country-club tennis player vibe.
“You two are way overdressed for this breakfast,” Matt told them. Without hesitation, the two quickly disrobed while I watched, jaw dropped.
“That’s not incense, you know,” Matt said, nodding toward my burning joint.
“Isn’t that like…sexual harassment?” I asked under my breath, as if the two staff members couldn’t hear me. I tried not to look directly at them, out of politeness as well as utter shock at how good they looked.
Wimbledon there was hauling some heavy equipment, and Summer Camp’s breasts had symmetry and volume rarely seen in the wild.
“Do you feel harassed, Nate?” Matt asked, tilting his head.
“No, sir.” The blond had an Australian accent. Holy mother of…
“And you, Natalie?” Matt checked with the woman.
“It’s our job to please you.” She smiled, wide and devilish. “It’s what you hired us for.”
It was starting to come together in my mind. “So, wait, the people who work at the resort…”
“Are sex workers, yes.” Matt pushed back from the table a little and pointed to the floor in front of him. “I thought you read the handbook. Nate, if you would be so kind?”
“Always.” The man moved to kneel between Matt’s legs and, before my disbelieving eyes, grasped Matt’s cock and ran his tongue around the head.
I had read the handbook. More than once. “I don’t remember anything about hired—”
“Natalie?” Matt said and motioned her toward me.
“I—”
“You know what?” Matt said, holding up a hand. “I think Charlotte came to class unprepared. She needs to be punished.”
I squeezed my thighs together, hoping that my punishment wasn’t that Natalie wouldn’t go down on me. My mouth went dry as I watched Matt’s cock grow quickly erect in Nate’s helping fist.
Natalie went inside and returned with two sets of heavy-duty leather cuffs. “Will these do, sir?”
He nodded and slid down a little in his chair. “Arms and legs, good and tight. I don’t want her to be able to move.”
I swallowed hard. This was how we were starting the morning? I hadn’t even had coffee yet.
Natalie secured one cuff around my wrist, then brought the long chain around the back of the chair. Once my other wrist was secure, there was nowhere to go. I could barely reach the ends of the chair’s arms. She used a similar trick to bind my ankles, open wide and pulled back so that the tops of my bare feet touched the stone, and my heels pressed into the back legs of the chair. If I didn’t want to topple over, I had to arch my back and perch my ass on the edge of my seat.
“There. Not the most comfortable position, but that’s why it’s a punishment,” Matt said, still calmly puffing away while Nate sucked and slurped along the underside of Matt’s dick.
Natalie took something from the table, then stepped between my legs. “You have a great body,” she said, and lifted a honey bear bottle, drizzling a line of sticky gold across the tops of her breasts and over her nipples. She leaned down, bringing those incredible tits tantalizingly close to my face.