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CHAPTER 1:
This is the continuing story (from the RESURRECTION story) of one woman, Annie Linder, who finds herself living a dream she was unaware she wanted … until it was given to her. For continuity, it is recommended that you read RESURRECTION, first. See my post for the cover.
Everything still seemed like it was happening so fast. In actuality, it has been three weeks since Sylvia Contreras came to Tucson wanting a meeting with me to discuss her revised resort on the Caribbean island she purchased. I went to the meeting with Jake and Bobbi. I nearly insisted on it, although they would have gone anyway unless I was going to object, which they knew I wouldn’t. Miss Contreras confessed to us that she took full blame for the complete and utter disaster of the two weeks the previous resort was open. We, Jake, Bobbi, and I, were guests for the grand opening. She took the blame … but fired her husband’s business manager, the resort business manager, and the entire management team. Her mistake, she said, was being foolish enough to allow others to manage something so delicate.
Delicate. That brought a smile to my face at the meeting and did again now. Delicate was a very delicate way of describing the resort marketing target and its clientele. The resort was marketed, very privately, as a tropical retreat location for those interested in indulging in b********y. It had been a long-hidden fantasy of hers, something she hoped could become a reality now that … well, her husband had died leaving her with, as she put it, obscene amounts of money, successful businesses, and homes s**ttered around South America. She made two mistakes, that she mentioned: one, she didn’t really know anything about b********y, except what she fantasized, and she didn’t make sure there was qualified people on the resort staff that did; and, two, she figured a business manager was a business manager and they could be ‘plug and played’.
The resort redux was going to be five months in the organizing. She agreed with our critique, mirroring others, that the target was too defined. If it was going to be sexually focused, then it needed to be more encompassing. The original resort had 8 cottages on a portion of a sandy cove; it was being doubled. The original idea of b********y was expanded to be just a part of the idea of sexuality at the resort. And, instead of allowing a place for the free expression of sexuality, it would be focused on the identification and satisfaction of the fantasies of the guests.
At the time we met with her, she was traveling to interview and hire key managers for the new resort: a chef from Atlanta; a hotel manager and his wife who were looking for something different and risky; a human resources manager with a very open mind; and, a maintenance manager who was tired of the city and 20-story buildings. The last manager she said she was looking to hire was me. She wanted to be sure to have that someone on staff who knew what b********y was about, at least with some a****ls. She also wanted someone who wasn’t going to be afraid of the challenge of working with the resort personnel to assist guests in the satisfaction of their declared fantasies. Even she had agreed that there was a lot of “whatever that means” to that description.
After a long discussion with Jake and Bobbi, I knew this was an opportunity I needed to at least give a try. The ‘discussion’ with Jake and Bobbi was more encouragement and reinforced challenge than it was a dialog of pluses and minuses. We had known that it would take an extremely unusual and special situation to given me a reason to think about leaving the ranch. Even more so to get me to leave. They saw how much I had grown in spirit and confidence, how much stronger and self-reliant I had become since the three of us started living together after that fateful episode that brought us together. They also saw how I reacted to the discussion with Miss Contreras. They had succeeded in challenging me to move further outside myself in the pursuit of my desires, releasing myself from my past insecurities and fears. I could now see that those steps they pushed me to take were a prelude to a moment like this at some point in time; a time when I would need to go off on my own to discover and experience more than the ranch could provide. Despite my love for Jake and Bobbi, the unpayable gratitude for what they had done for me and given me, this time was bound to happen as I continued to grow and experience what my life could or might be.
So, here I sit. In the DFW airport after my flight from Tucson and changing concourses, waiting for my next flight. The day started early … very early. The 7:10 AM flight required me to be at Tucson airport at 5:00 AM since it was an international itinerary. Losing two hours going east (Arizona doesn’t go on Daylight Savings Time) made it lunch time by the time I found my way to the appropriate concourse for my flight to Miami. A nearly three hour wait in DFW gave me a leisurely walk through the airport and eating at one of the restaurants rather than fast food. I was enjoying a Southwest Chicken Salad and iced tea in the Chili’s on the concourse and was still reliving the past few days of parties and goodbyes. It was shocking to me that in such a short time I had found so many new friends. This train of thought was a continuation of my thoughts and private giggles since the flight took off from Tucson, during the two-hour flight, and the hike through the concourses. I felt myself blush at the detailed memories of the night two days before when Bobbi, Kaye, and I enjoyed some of the a****ls together while Jake and Matt watched from the side. Kaye made me promise to email, with photos if possible, to let them know what new things I was learning or teaching. That was some night and Kaye finally tried the goat, though I couldn’t get either of the other women to try the hog. That’s going to be memory for all us, the guys included. The three of us standing naked in the pen, having fucked the dogs, jacked-off the horses, me fucking the pony, Kaye fucking the goat, and we’re arguing about fucking the hog or not. We were a mess of dirt and a****l cum. The guys drank beer, laughed, pointed, and adjusted their pants frequently until we took showers for the rest of the night spent with the men.
I walked to my gate, intent on taking out my Kindle from my bag. I had two very large suitcases checked and was carrying a backpack with essentials for a night if my bags were ‘diverted’ along the way. My large carry-bag had my necessities for the trip. And, I needed necessities. The entire itinerary was almost 12 hours, arriving in Port of Spain, Trinidad at 9:38 PM. I would be meeting someone from the resort in the morning for the hour and a half to two hour boat trip to the island almost directly north, putting Trinidad to the south and Tobago to the east. But, Miss Contreras had insisted that I fly first-class the entire trip. During the three weeks before I left, they sent me an American Express Corporate card for all my expenses. It was billed directly to the company and I was warned by her not to chinch on my needs; I was now a company senior manager. This was hard to get used to. Jake told me something as we parted in Tucson, though, that I carried with me. He believed that the resort would be a complete success now that I was involved. It wasn’t that I had so much power or so much business savvy, because I don’t. But, being paid so much, being given a dream opportunity, being given the perks of leadership, were all things that I couldn’t allow myself to have without the company getting their money’s worth and that was what would drive the success, my work ethic and my natural knack with people. I hoped so. Now sitting in DFW, with time to kill, my memories faded back into my mind and the novel didn’t hold my attention. I became antsy. What was I getting into? What if I didn’t succeed? What if I was in over my head and people found out?
I thought about the resort. I knew the concept of the resort. I had a basic understanding of the island from our visit earlier. But, much was changing, being remodeled, being added onto, new cottages being built, new facilities being added to accommodate a wider range of guest needs. I was anxious to see the new facilities for the a****ls. I was told they were being moved. I was anxious to see what a****ls they still had. I smiled at the thought and ducked my head as I flushed at thoughts my mind raced toward, hoping nobody would notice in the bright light of the gate.
Then, I thought about my position. Director, Guest Experience. What exactly was that? Sure it was sexual experiences, as well as other more mundane vacation experiences like snorkeling, horseback riding, beach and swimming, fishing, and jet-skiing. But, also the a****ls. Also, guest fantasies.
On the flight from DFW to Miami, my mind focused on that aspect of what I was getting into. Fantasies and experiences, what might they be? What might I expect? How might I need to fulfill them? I couldn’t do anything about the last part without knowing something about the first part. What fantasies and experiences might be expected? Sitting in first class, a glass of white wine next to me, a blank page of my I-pad on my lap, my mind began to work on the problem. What would my fantasies be? What might I request if I were a guest? That would give me a start in the thought process. I definitely was not without experience and variety. I started working the thoughts out, listing them in no particular order, just recording them as they came to me. My first thoughts were around a****ls; it was after all what originally brought the three of us to the island to begin with. Horses were at the top; could I take being penetrated by a horse? Right behind that was something I hadn’t even mentioned to Jake or Bobbi … being a kennel bitch. The list went on.
Then my mind changed directions. Certainly, I had other experiences, experiences with men that were enjoyable before … well, before. What might I like to experience or re-experience now that I would have control and safety? Threesomes wouldn’t be new, but they are always enjoyable. Group sessions. Gangbang, as the center of the attention? The idea was intriguing and exciting, especially in a situation when it was safe. I was definitely something of an exhibitionist, so what about performing … a live demonstration?
What would guests be looking for? A certain number might be looking for something tame, never having had any opportunity to include others. A threesome or sharing with another couple or swapping might cover it. Others, like me, might be far more adventurous. Might someone want BDSM, being treated like a slave or submissive? Interesting … what might the resort’s limits for safety and control exclude? How would all this come together? Leave the guests to freely experience among themselves? Or, does the resort actively lead, guide, and direct certain encounters?
By the time the plane landed in Miami and I made the mad dash down the concourse to the flight to Trinidad, I was feeling more connected. I had no answers, but I had ideas and questions clearly identified and organized. The rest would come together with the resort management and staff over the next weeks and months to the arrival of the first group of guests. I knew Sylvia had some plans and actions underway with most of the new management group. I was coming into the group late and needed catching up.
After a fitful sleep on the plane, I arrived at Port of Spain, Trinidad. Trinidad and Tobago is an independent country made up of two islands. Trinidad is the largest and has the capital, which is Port of Spain. Tobago is a 3-1/2-hour boat ride or ½ hour plane trip away. Managing my luggage of two large cases, backpack and carry bag was a struggle through customs and out to the taxi line for the trip into the city for the Hyatt Regency, which I was told had easy access to the docks where the resort ferry would be available in the morning. Once in the hotel room, though, I collapsed into bed, having requested a wake-up call by the front desk.
I had left my two large cases with the front desk to hold overnight. I had enough in my backpack for the night and saw no reason to drag the cases with me. In the morning, I went to the lobby, checked out, and made my way to the restaurant where I was to meet someone from the resort for breakfast.
I was sitting at a table for two drinking coffee and speculating, again, what was about to come of this decision to change my life when I noticed a young woman standing at the entrance in a short sleeve buttoned shirt, mid-thigh shorts, and canvas shoes. She was attempting to make eye contact with each woman sitting alone and there weren’t that many of us. I rose from my chair and walked to her.
“Any chance you are looking for Annie Linder?”
She smiled in embarrassed relief, “Yes! Thank you. I was told who to meet, but I had no idea what you looked like.”
We sat and had a nice breakfast. She introduced herself as Amy Brandt from Iowa, originally. That seemed interesting to me, from Iowa and working at a sex-oriented resort. But, before I could formulate a tact to dig into that, she started describing the island, how far by boat it was, what was happening now at the resort, and the other managers and supervisors who had arrived in the past couple weeks. She helped drag my cases to a taxi and we made the short transition to the docks.
Along the way, Amy tells me that dolphins and whales can be seen in the waters around the resort island and Tobago, as well as in between. There aren’t as many seen on the northeast side of Trinidad that they use for access and that might be because of the much heavier shipping traffic. As we continue the ride, I finally learn more about Amy.
She starts the exploration into each other, though. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Not at all, ask me anything. I think it is important to be open and honest with people.”
She smiled shyly and toyed with the bracelet she wore on her left wrist, the only form of jewelry she seemed to have on. “Is it true what they say about you?”
I chuckled, “Well, that would depend what is being said.”
“Yes … true. They say you are an expert at mating with a****ls. Is that true?”
I laughed loud enough to catch her by surprise. “Expert!? I’m not even sure what ‘expert’ would be for something like that. Let’s just say that I have experience, but there is more I want to know and experience.” She nodded and smiled.
I pursued into her, then. She said she was hired for the failed first opening of the resort. She was and still is assigned as a server in the restaurant and café. They are on a rotation between the two. The restaurant is a more formal setting with finely prepared entrees, while the café is far more casual and café/pub type fare. I asked about her background to find out how someone from Iowa ends up working at a tropical resort. She just graduated from college and was thinking about something completely different for a temporary diversion before pursuing what she hoped to be a satisfying career, probably back in the Midwest. She was born, raised, and educated in Iowa and had never so much as gone to Florida for a Spring Break. She worked hard in school and drove herself to complete her degree to get on with her life. Midwest farm work ethics, she figured.
Amy was a 24-year-old, single woman on the cusp of being a professional in her field. In her mind, there was just enough time for a diversion to work for a period at a resort on a tropical island. She had worked serving in various restaurants throughout school, so taking a job like that temporarily seemed like a no-brainer to be on an island for a while. She was medium height and medium weight. To me, she looked similar to Bobbi in body shape. There was a strength in her that didn’t come from a gym, but a strength that came from using her body to power large a****ls around the farm and move heavy bales of hay and sacks of feed. She obviously had a love for a****ls. As I listened to her going on about her home and school, I wondered why in the world the resort hired her as a restaurant server. She just completed her Masters in a****l Husbandry from Iowa State with an advanced option track in pre-veterinary medicine. Unlike some programs, she didn’t specialize in only farm livestock, but also included companion a****ls, which she explained as dogs and cats. Her enthusiasm was a joy to listen to, but … why was she a server?
The approach to the island took my breath away. Miss Contreras, Sylvia, had said she was making a lot of modifications to the resort, but I didn’t expect so much. The approach came from the south, of course since it was north of Trinidad, but it was like I hadn’t noticed it before. The shape of the island was an oval that was about 1-mile-deep and 2-miles-long. The boat was approaching the southeast section where a new dock jutted out into the water inside a reinforced little harbor. Inside the harbor were moored catamaran sail boats and jet skis. Far to the west on the island was the highest point, which was a hill with a ragged cliff dropping into the rocky shore below. I could see the administrative building directly behind the docks with a small road leading to the left of it. Amy saw my interest and further described the island for initial reference. On the north east section was a natural cove where the guest cottages were located, strung along the beach that encompassed the entire semi-circle cove. On the north side was the employee lodging, which was more cottages with four separate little bedrooms in each. They were stacked in front of a beach. About north-center of the island was where the new a****l barn was located with separate kennels, pens, and corrals for the various a****ls. Just a bit north of that was another little cove that already had two cottages constructed just off the beach.
Amy led me up the dock and sloping walkway to the administration building. I looked back at the boat to see two men bringing my cases behind us. I was introduced to several of the employees in the lobby. I made uncomfortable chit-chat with them, more coming out of doorways as we talked. I was getting uncomfortable because there seemed to be much more knowledge about me and my arrival than I understood about any of them.
A woman of about 50-years stuck her head out of a door down the hall, probably to see what the commotion was about. She saw me and her eyes lit up. I had no idea who this woman was walking to me so deliberately and confidently. As she came closer, I could see by the lines in her face that she was indeed around 50-years-old. But, the lines were smile lines and her face was now reflecting that like a beacon of pleasure to see me. Her hair was longish to her shoulders and streaked with grey. She was short, but trim. The legs sticking out from her mid-thigh shorts and her arms out of her sleeveless blouse were toned and fit.
“Annie!” She took me into an embrace. I was stunned and my body must have reflected it with tension. She patted my shoulders on both sides and laughed. “I am sorry dear. Miss Contreras has talked so much about you that I feel like I know you, already. I have been looking forward to meeting you.” She looked me in the face, then gasped, “Oh, my! How rude, I am sorry, dear.” She stuck out her hand, “I am Patricia, Pat, Connors. I am the head of Human Resources. And, we have some things to talk about.”
I chuckled. “I am very pleased to meet you Pat. Everyone seems to know me, which has me at a huge disadvantage …”
She patted my arm, again. She was certainly a hands-on person. “Don’t worry, we’ll get the introductions made as you go. Right now, though, your timing is impeccable! We were just starting our management meeting, so come and meet the team.”
I grabbed her arm when we were about half way down the hall, “Pat, I would really like the personnel files on anyone currently assigned to the a****ls.” She nodded. “And, I would like to see the file on Amy Brandt.”
“She’s the one who went to bring you?” She looked into the lobby at Amy. “But … she’s in the server group.” She looked at me and smiled. She called one of the women over and told her what I needed and to bring them into the meeting. She looked at me, again. “I like that. You are young, but you what you want. I like that.”
The normal business-like management meeting became a mess with my arrival. It quickly degenerated into introductions and understanding each other’s roles with Sylvia leading the discussion. In the meeting was:
Pat Connors, who I just met, and the head of HR. She was 51 years old. She had spent much of her life running HR in large hotels and five-star resorts across the Southwest USA. She found herself wanting something dramatically different after her husband left her three years ago for a younger woman. That’s when she got back into shape and started looking. A tropical resort island, clothing optional, adult only, and erotic fantasy had her too curious to pass up.
Carlos Silva, who is the head chef. Sylvia described him as the best chef she had ever encountered. I liked him immediately … he blushed. He’s 45-years-old and never married. He had worked at several name restaurants before starting his own, but he was also looking for something different. He decided a tropical island resort fit the bill.
Jim and Mary Harris were a married couple. Jim’s the General Manager of the resort. Mary heads housekeeping. He’s 40 and she’s 38-years-old. They have been married for 15-years. With their careers, they never had c***dren and had moved around to successively higher and more challenging positions but sometimes found it unsatisfying as their career path sometimes seemed to pull them in different directions. They yearned for the chance to hang it all up and be ‘normal’. This seemed to them to be a very abnormal way to try to find normal. They hoped to have found a situation where it could be managed well because of its size and they could have true quality time together. All the other stuff the others mentioned were enticements they felt they needed to investigate. Their life had been pretty straight, they looked forward to being brought out into something different.
They all turned to me. I went through some of my history, leaving out the bad stuff and ending with the ranch with Jake and Bobbi, and the discussion with Sylvia in Tucson. Sylvia took over, telling them about my stay at the resort during the first of two weeks that it was open. She talked about what had since become clear about the failure to live up to expectations. She talked about her idea of a completely unique resort based on the fulfillment of fantasies … erotic fantasies.
“As you all heard, Annie has none of the experience or professional qualifications that all of you hold for your jobs. You could manage a very good vacation resort in the Caribbean, like the dozens that exist. But, this isn’t going to be like all of those. This going to be unique.” She looked at me, smiled and continued to the others. “I assure you all, Annie is not a whore, a prostitute of any sort. And, we have no intention of turning anyone into it. This is the part of the resort that will be the most challenging for us to manage and accept, I think. If it won’t work, we need to determine that, but I have brought Annie here to make it possible.”
The meeting was breaking up when the files were brought in. I was looking to talk to Carlos when Mary came up to me with a deep hug. “Dear, the fantasy idea was what convinced us this was the place for us to gamble. I want you to know that we are both excited about the idea. I can’t wait to hear your ideas.” I hugged her back, assuring her how much that meant to me.
I didn’t need to trap Carlos, Pat grabbed both of us and led us to her office. I gave Carlos Amy’s file. He read through it. He was nodding his head. He affirmed how smart and competent she was, mumbling it as he made his way through the file. Then, he read closer and looked up. Even Pat didn’t know what I was wanting the file for. He looked at Pat, “Why was she in the server group?”
Pat shrugged. “None of us were here when most of these people were hired.”
Carlos looked at me, “You want her in your a****l care group?” I nodded. He smiled. “A Master’s degree! I knew she was smart.”
I found Amy in the restaurant getting ready for the lunch serving. The resort served meals to the construction workers and gave them lodging to speed the construction.
“Amy, I just talked to Carlos. You said you were putting your professional aspirations on hold in order to work on a tropical island for a while?” She nodded. “How would you like to have the tropical island and your professional work? Come work with me taking care of the a****ls.”
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes lit up. Her mouth started moving, but nothing was coming out. Instead, her arms went into a flapping kind of motion of disbelief and excitement. I smiled at her. I told her to find me at the barn after she was done with this shift.
As I was leaving the restaurant, wondering what I should do next, I thought about finding a quiet spot to read the three other files in my hand of the other employees for the a****l care. Sylvia grabbed my arm as I was settling into a chair in front of a big window looking into a garden area. She pulled me into an office that was empty of any personalization. The only things on the desktop were two monitors and a laptop in a docking station, and a handset phone.
“Your office.” She put up her hands as if in a defensive position. “I know your responsibilities are … what? … different than most, but you need an office around the rest of us. Even Carlos has an office across the hall, which he won’t use. I know he will be in the restaurant area. And, I know you will be with the a****ls much of the time so I have a little office area for you there, too.”
“Sylvia, I don’t know that I deserve all this. These people are professionals.”
“If the fantasy idea works, you deserve it. Now, let me show you where your cases are located.”
She led me to an electric golf cart. No gas engines were on the site except for the boats and the generators for electricity and water pumps. She drove and took me to the barn. It was rebuilt and looked amazing but there seemed to be a lack of a****ls visible. She kept going but noticed my interest.
“You can spend more time there this afternoon and the rest of your life, if this idea works. And, yes, there are fewer a****ls. I am told the previous manager sold most of them after being fired. I think some might be wondering around the island, but …” I looked at her bewildered. “The mess after those first two weeks was worse than even I thought.”
She went a little further until I could see the ocean through the trees. She stopped at a cottage that opened onto the beach of a small cove, the one Amy talked about. About 50 yards further down was another cottage, only larger.
“This one is yours. It is a two bedroom. The other one is four bedrooms. I thought it might be good for your a****l staff. You’ll be close to the a****ls and your group will have less direct interaction with guest than the other service people. It’s completely up to you if the second bedroom is used or remains empty.”
“Is the other cottage occupied, yet?”
“No. I thought you should decide on your staff, first. I heard about Amy Brandt. You’re right. All employees need to be reviewed. We have to be sure we have the right people and the right people are in the right jobs. We will have to hire more and we need to know what kinds of people we need to hire.”
She led me into the cottage from the back. Stepping inside from the back, it was nearly completely open. The door on the opposite side and the large windows offered a stunning view of the beach and cove just outside. The back was a small dining area on one side of the door and small kitchen the other. The front was a living area across the width. On either side was a bedroom. My cases were in the center. A ceiling fan spun quietly overhead. There were hardwood floors and rugs s**ttered around near the seating areas. It was beautiful. It was like paradise … and this was now home.
* * * CHAPTER 2 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
This is the continuing story (from the RESURRECTION story) of one woman, Annie Linder, who finds herself living a dream she was unaware she wanted … until it was given to her. For continuity, it is recommended that you read RESURRECTION, first. See my post for the cover.
Everything still seemed like it was happening so fast. In actuality, it has been three weeks since Sylvia Contreras came to Tucson wanting a meeting with me to discuss her revised resort on the Caribbean island she purchased. I went to the meeting with Jake and Bobbi. I nearly insisted on it, although they would have gone anyway unless I was going to object, which they knew I wouldn’t. Miss Contreras confessed to us that she took full blame for the complete and utter disaster of the two weeks the previous resort was open. We, Jake, Bobbi, and I, were guests for the grand opening. She took the blame … but fired her husband’s business manager, the resort business manager, and the entire management team. Her mistake, she said, was being foolish enough to allow others to manage something so delicate.
Delicate. That brought a smile to my face at the meeting and did again now. Delicate was a very delicate way of describing the resort marketing target and its clientele. The resort was marketed, very privately, as a tropical retreat location for those interested in indulging in b********y. It had been a long-hidden fantasy of hers, something she hoped could become a reality now that … well, her husband had died leaving her with, as she put it, obscene amounts of money, successful businesses, and homes s**ttered around South America. She made two mistakes, that she mentioned: one, she didn’t really know anything about b********y, except what she fantasized, and she didn’t make sure there was qualified people on the resort staff that did; and, two, she figured a business manager was a business manager and they could be ‘plug and played’.
The resort redux was going to be five months in the organizing. She agreed with our critique, mirroring others, that the target was too defined. If it was going to be sexually focused, then it needed to be more encompassing. The original resort had 8 cottages on a portion of a sandy cove; it was being doubled. The original idea of b********y was expanded to be just a part of the idea of sexuality at the resort. And, instead of allowing a place for the free expression of sexuality, it would be focused on the identification and satisfaction of the fantasies of the guests.
At the time we met with her, she was traveling to interview and hire key managers for the new resort: a chef from Atlanta; a hotel manager and his wife who were looking for something different and risky; a human resources manager with a very open mind; and, a maintenance manager who was tired of the city and 20-story buildings. The last manager she said she was looking to hire was me. She wanted to be sure to have that someone on staff who knew what b********y was about, at least with some a****ls. She also wanted someone who wasn’t going to be afraid of the challenge of working with the resort personnel to assist guests in the satisfaction of their declared fantasies. Even she had agreed that there was a lot of “whatever that means” to that description.
After a long discussion with Jake and Bobbi, I knew this was an opportunity I needed to at least give a try. The ‘discussion’ with Jake and Bobbi was more encouragement and reinforced challenge than it was a dialog of pluses and minuses. We had known that it would take an extremely unusual and special situation to given me a reason to think about leaving the ranch. Even more so to get me to leave. They saw how much I had grown in spirit and confidence, how much stronger and self-reliant I had become since the three of us started living together after that fateful episode that brought us together. They also saw how I reacted to the discussion with Miss Contreras. They had succeeded in challenging me to move further outside myself in the pursuit of my desires, releasing myself from my past insecurities and fears. I could now see that those steps they pushed me to take were a prelude to a moment like this at some point in time; a time when I would need to go off on my own to discover and experience more than the ranch could provide. Despite my love for Jake and Bobbi, the unpayable gratitude for what they had done for me and given me, this time was bound to happen as I continued to grow and experience what my life could or might be.
So, here I sit. In the DFW airport after my flight from Tucson and changing concourses, waiting for my next flight. The day started early … very early. The 7:10 AM flight required me to be at Tucson airport at 5:00 AM since it was an international itinerary. Losing two hours going east (Arizona doesn’t go on Daylight Savings Time) made it lunch time by the time I found my way to the appropriate concourse for my flight to Miami. A nearly three hour wait in DFW gave me a leisurely walk through the airport and eating at one of the restaurants rather than fast food. I was enjoying a Southwest Chicken Salad and iced tea in the Chili’s on the concourse and was still reliving the past few days of parties and goodbyes. It was shocking to me that in such a short time I had found so many new friends. This train of thought was a continuation of my thoughts and private giggles since the flight took off from Tucson, during the two-hour flight, and the hike through the concourses. I felt myself blush at the detailed memories of the night two days before when Bobbi, Kaye, and I enjoyed some of the a****ls together while Jake and Matt watched from the side. Kaye made me promise to email, with photos if possible, to let them know what new things I was learning or teaching. That was some night and Kaye finally tried the goat, though I couldn’t get either of the other women to try the hog. That’s going to be memory for all us, the guys included. The three of us standing naked in the pen, having fucked the dogs, jacked-off the horses, me fucking the pony, Kaye fucking the goat, and we’re arguing about fucking the hog or not. We were a mess of dirt and a****l cum. The guys drank beer, laughed, pointed, and adjusted their pants frequently until we took showers for the rest of the night spent with the men.
I walked to my gate, intent on taking out my Kindle from my bag. I had two very large suitcases checked and was carrying a backpack with essentials for a night if my bags were ‘diverted’ along the way. My large carry-bag had my necessities for the trip. And, I needed necessities. The entire itinerary was almost 12 hours, arriving in Port of Spain, Trinidad at 9:38 PM. I would be meeting someone from the resort in the morning for the hour and a half to two hour boat trip to the island almost directly north, putting Trinidad to the south and Tobago to the east. But, Miss Contreras had insisted that I fly first-class the entire trip. During the three weeks before I left, they sent me an American Express Corporate card for all my expenses. It was billed directly to the company and I was warned by her not to chinch on my needs; I was now a company senior manager. This was hard to get used to. Jake told me something as we parted in Tucson, though, that I carried with me. He believed that the resort would be a complete success now that I was involved. It wasn’t that I had so much power or so much business savvy, because I don’t. But, being paid so much, being given a dream opportunity, being given the perks of leadership, were all things that I couldn’t allow myself to have without the company getting their money’s worth and that was what would drive the success, my work ethic and my natural knack with people. I hoped so. Now sitting in DFW, with time to kill, my memories faded back into my mind and the novel didn’t hold my attention. I became antsy. What was I getting into? What if I didn’t succeed? What if I was in over my head and people found out?
I thought about the resort. I knew the concept of the resort. I had a basic understanding of the island from our visit earlier. But, much was changing, being remodeled, being added onto, new cottages being built, new facilities being added to accommodate a wider range of guest needs. I was anxious to see the new facilities for the a****ls. I was told they were being moved. I was anxious to see what a****ls they still had. I smiled at the thought and ducked my head as I flushed at thoughts my mind raced toward, hoping nobody would notice in the bright light of the gate.
Then, I thought about my position. Director, Guest Experience. What exactly was that? Sure it was sexual experiences, as well as other more mundane vacation experiences like snorkeling, horseback riding, beach and swimming, fishing, and jet-skiing. But, also the a****ls. Also, guest fantasies.
On the flight from DFW to Miami, my mind focused on that aspect of what I was getting into. Fantasies and experiences, what might they be? What might I expect? How might I need to fulfill them? I couldn’t do anything about the last part without knowing something about the first part. What fantasies and experiences might be expected? Sitting in first class, a glass of white wine next to me, a blank page of my I-pad on my lap, my mind began to work on the problem. What would my fantasies be? What might I request if I were a guest? That would give me a start in the thought process. I definitely was not without experience and variety. I started working the thoughts out, listing them in no particular order, just recording them as they came to me. My first thoughts were around a****ls; it was after all what originally brought the three of us to the island to begin with. Horses were at the top; could I take being penetrated by a horse? Right behind that was something I hadn’t even mentioned to Jake or Bobbi … being a kennel bitch. The list went on.
Then my mind changed directions. Certainly, I had other experiences, experiences with men that were enjoyable before … well, before. What might I like to experience or re-experience now that I would have control and safety? Threesomes wouldn’t be new, but they are always enjoyable. Group sessions. Gangbang, as the center of the attention? The idea was intriguing and exciting, especially in a situation when it was safe. I was definitely something of an exhibitionist, so what about performing … a live demonstration?
What would guests be looking for? A certain number might be looking for something tame, never having had any opportunity to include others. A threesome or sharing with another couple or swapping might cover it. Others, like me, might be far more adventurous. Might someone want BDSM, being treated like a slave or submissive? Interesting … what might the resort’s limits for safety and control exclude? How would all this come together? Leave the guests to freely experience among themselves? Or, does the resort actively lead, guide, and direct certain encounters?
By the time the plane landed in Miami and I made the mad dash down the concourse to the flight to Trinidad, I was feeling more connected. I had no answers, but I had ideas and questions clearly identified and organized. The rest would come together with the resort management and staff over the next weeks and months to the arrival of the first group of guests. I knew Sylvia had some plans and actions underway with most of the new management group. I was coming into the group late and needed catching up.
After a fitful sleep on the plane, I arrived at Port of Spain, Trinidad. Trinidad and Tobago is an independent country made up of two islands. Trinidad is the largest and has the capital, which is Port of Spain. Tobago is a 3-1/2-hour boat ride or ½ hour plane trip away. Managing my luggage of two large cases, backpack and carry bag was a struggle through customs and out to the taxi line for the trip into the city for the Hyatt Regency, which I was told had easy access to the docks where the resort ferry would be available in the morning. Once in the hotel room, though, I collapsed into bed, having requested a wake-up call by the front desk.
I had left my two large cases with the front desk to hold overnight. I had enough in my backpack for the night and saw no reason to drag the cases with me. In the morning, I went to the lobby, checked out, and made my way to the restaurant where I was to meet someone from the resort for breakfast.
I was sitting at a table for two drinking coffee and speculating, again, what was about to come of this decision to change my life when I noticed a young woman standing at the entrance in a short sleeve buttoned shirt, mid-thigh shorts, and canvas shoes. She was attempting to make eye contact with each woman sitting alone and there weren’t that many of us. I rose from my chair and walked to her.
“Any chance you are looking for Annie Linder?”
She smiled in embarrassed relief, “Yes! Thank you. I was told who to meet, but I had no idea what you looked like.”
We sat and had a nice breakfast. She introduced herself as Amy Brandt from Iowa, originally. That seemed interesting to me, from Iowa and working at a sex-oriented resort. But, before I could formulate a tact to dig into that, she started describing the island, how far by boat it was, what was happening now at the resort, and the other managers and supervisors who had arrived in the past couple weeks. She helped drag my cases to a taxi and we made the short transition to the docks.
Along the way, Amy tells me that dolphins and whales can be seen in the waters around the resort island and Tobago, as well as in between. There aren’t as many seen on the northeast side of Trinidad that they use for access and that might be because of the much heavier shipping traffic. As we continue the ride, I finally learn more about Amy.
She starts the exploration into each other, though. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Not at all, ask me anything. I think it is important to be open and honest with people.”
She smiled shyly and toyed with the bracelet she wore on her left wrist, the only form of jewelry she seemed to have on. “Is it true what they say about you?”
I chuckled, “Well, that would depend what is being said.”
“Yes … true. They say you are an expert at mating with a****ls. Is that true?”
I laughed loud enough to catch her by surprise. “Expert!? I’m not even sure what ‘expert’ would be for something like that. Let’s just say that I have experience, but there is more I want to know and experience.” She nodded and smiled.
I pursued into her, then. She said she was hired for the failed first opening of the resort. She was and still is assigned as a server in the restaurant and café. They are on a rotation between the two. The restaurant is a more formal setting with finely prepared entrees, while the café is far more casual and café/pub type fare. I asked about her background to find out how someone from Iowa ends up working at a tropical resort. She just graduated from college and was thinking about something completely different for a temporary diversion before pursuing what she hoped to be a satisfying career, probably back in the Midwest. She was born, raised, and educated in Iowa and had never so much as gone to Florida for a Spring Break. She worked hard in school and drove herself to complete her degree to get on with her life. Midwest farm work ethics, she figured.
Amy was a 24-year-old, single woman on the cusp of being a professional in her field. In her mind, there was just enough time for a diversion to work for a period at a resort on a tropical island. She had worked serving in various restaurants throughout school, so taking a job like that temporarily seemed like a no-brainer to be on an island for a while. She was medium height and medium weight. To me, she looked similar to Bobbi in body shape. There was a strength in her that didn’t come from a gym, but a strength that came from using her body to power large a****ls around the farm and move heavy bales of hay and sacks of feed. She obviously had a love for a****ls. As I listened to her going on about her home and school, I wondered why in the world the resort hired her as a restaurant server. She just completed her Masters in a****l Husbandry from Iowa State with an advanced option track in pre-veterinary medicine. Unlike some programs, she didn’t specialize in only farm livestock, but also included companion a****ls, which she explained as dogs and cats. Her enthusiasm was a joy to listen to, but … why was she a server?
The approach to the island took my breath away. Miss Contreras, Sylvia, had said she was making a lot of modifications to the resort, but I didn’t expect so much. The approach came from the south, of course since it was north of Trinidad, but it was like I hadn’t noticed it before. The shape of the island was an oval that was about 1-mile-deep and 2-miles-long. The boat was approaching the southeast section where a new dock jutted out into the water inside a reinforced little harbor. Inside the harbor were moored catamaran sail boats and jet skis. Far to the west on the island was the highest point, which was a hill with a ragged cliff dropping into the rocky shore below. I could see the administrative building directly behind the docks with a small road leading to the left of it. Amy saw my interest and further described the island for initial reference. On the north east section was a natural cove where the guest cottages were located, strung along the beach that encompassed the entire semi-circle cove. On the north side was the employee lodging, which was more cottages with four separate little bedrooms in each. They were stacked in front of a beach. About north-center of the island was where the new a****l barn was located with separate kennels, pens, and corrals for the various a****ls. Just a bit north of that was another little cove that already had two cottages constructed just off the beach.
Amy led me up the dock and sloping walkway to the administration building. I looked back at the boat to see two men bringing my cases behind us. I was introduced to several of the employees in the lobby. I made uncomfortable chit-chat with them, more coming out of doorways as we talked. I was getting uncomfortable because there seemed to be much more knowledge about me and my arrival than I understood about any of them.
A woman of about 50-years stuck her head out of a door down the hall, probably to see what the commotion was about. She saw me and her eyes lit up. I had no idea who this woman was walking to me so deliberately and confidently. As she came closer, I could see by the lines in her face that she was indeed around 50-years-old. But, the lines were smile lines and her face was now reflecting that like a beacon of pleasure to see me. Her hair was longish to her shoulders and streaked with grey. She was short, but trim. The legs sticking out from her mid-thigh shorts and her arms out of her sleeveless blouse were toned and fit.
“Annie!” She took me into an embrace. I was stunned and my body must have reflected it with tension. She patted my shoulders on both sides and laughed. “I am sorry dear. Miss Contreras has talked so much about you that I feel like I know you, already. I have been looking forward to meeting you.” She looked me in the face, then gasped, “Oh, my! How rude, I am sorry, dear.” She stuck out her hand, “I am Patricia, Pat, Connors. I am the head of Human Resources. And, we have some things to talk about.”
I chuckled. “I am very pleased to meet you Pat. Everyone seems to know me, which has me at a huge disadvantage …”
She patted my arm, again. She was certainly a hands-on person. “Don’t worry, we’ll get the introductions made as you go. Right now, though, your timing is impeccable! We were just starting our management meeting, so come and meet the team.”
I grabbed her arm when we were about half way down the hall, “Pat, I would really like the personnel files on anyone currently assigned to the a****ls.” She nodded. “And, I would like to see the file on Amy Brandt.”
“She’s the one who went to bring you?” She looked into the lobby at Amy. “But … she’s in the server group.” She looked at me and smiled. She called one of the women over and told her what I needed and to bring them into the meeting. She looked at me, again. “I like that. You are young, but you what you want. I like that.”
The normal business-like management meeting became a mess with my arrival. It quickly degenerated into introductions and understanding each other’s roles with Sylvia leading the discussion. In the meeting was:
Pat Connors, who I just met, and the head of HR. She was 51 years old. She had spent much of her life running HR in large hotels and five-star resorts across the Southwest USA. She found herself wanting something dramatically different after her husband left her three years ago for a younger woman. That’s when she got back into shape and started looking. A tropical resort island, clothing optional, adult only, and erotic fantasy had her too curious to pass up.
Carlos Silva, who is the head chef. Sylvia described him as the best chef she had ever encountered. I liked him immediately … he blushed. He’s 45-years-old and never married. He had worked at several name restaurants before starting his own, but he was also looking for something different. He decided a tropical island resort fit the bill.
Jim and Mary Harris were a married couple. Jim’s the General Manager of the resort. Mary heads housekeeping. He’s 40 and she’s 38-years-old. They have been married for 15-years. With their careers, they never had c***dren and had moved around to successively higher and more challenging positions but sometimes found it unsatisfying as their career path sometimes seemed to pull them in different directions. They yearned for the chance to hang it all up and be ‘normal’. This seemed to them to be a very abnormal way to try to find normal. They hoped to have found a situation where it could be managed well because of its size and they could have true quality time together. All the other stuff the others mentioned were enticements they felt they needed to investigate. Their life had been pretty straight, they looked forward to being brought out into something different.
They all turned to me. I went through some of my history, leaving out the bad stuff and ending with the ranch with Jake and Bobbi, and the discussion with Sylvia in Tucson. Sylvia took over, telling them about my stay at the resort during the first of two weeks that it was open. She talked about what had since become clear about the failure to live up to expectations. She talked about her idea of a completely unique resort based on the fulfillment of fantasies … erotic fantasies.
“As you all heard, Annie has none of the experience or professional qualifications that all of you hold for your jobs. You could manage a very good vacation resort in the Caribbean, like the dozens that exist. But, this isn’t going to be like all of those. This going to be unique.” She looked at me, smiled and continued to the others. “I assure you all, Annie is not a whore, a prostitute of any sort. And, we have no intention of turning anyone into it. This is the part of the resort that will be the most challenging for us to manage and accept, I think. If it won’t work, we need to determine that, but I have brought Annie here to make it possible.”
The meeting was breaking up when the files were brought in. I was looking to talk to Carlos when Mary came up to me with a deep hug. “Dear, the fantasy idea was what convinced us this was the place for us to gamble. I want you to know that we are both excited about the idea. I can’t wait to hear your ideas.” I hugged her back, assuring her how much that meant to me.
I didn’t need to trap Carlos, Pat grabbed both of us and led us to her office. I gave Carlos Amy’s file. He read through it. He was nodding his head. He affirmed how smart and competent she was, mumbling it as he made his way through the file. Then, he read closer and looked up. Even Pat didn’t know what I was wanting the file for. He looked at Pat, “Why was she in the server group?”
Pat shrugged. “None of us were here when most of these people were hired.”
Carlos looked at me, “You want her in your a****l care group?” I nodded. He smiled. “A Master’s degree! I knew she was smart.”
I found Amy in the restaurant getting ready for the lunch serving. The resort served meals to the construction workers and gave them lodging to speed the construction.
“Amy, I just talked to Carlos. You said you were putting your professional aspirations on hold in order to work on a tropical island for a while?” She nodded. “How would you like to have the tropical island and your professional work? Come work with me taking care of the a****ls.”
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes lit up. Her mouth started moving, but nothing was coming out. Instead, her arms went into a flapping kind of motion of disbelief and excitement. I smiled at her. I told her to find me at the barn after she was done with this shift.
As I was leaving the restaurant, wondering what I should do next, I thought about finding a quiet spot to read the three other files in my hand of the other employees for the a****l care. Sylvia grabbed my arm as I was settling into a chair in front of a big window looking into a garden area. She pulled me into an office that was empty of any personalization. The only things on the desktop were two monitors and a laptop in a docking station, and a handset phone.
“Your office.” She put up her hands as if in a defensive position. “I know your responsibilities are … what? … different than most, but you need an office around the rest of us. Even Carlos has an office across the hall, which he won’t use. I know he will be in the restaurant area. And, I know you will be with the a****ls much of the time so I have a little office area for you there, too.”
“Sylvia, I don’t know that I deserve all this. These people are professionals.”
“If the fantasy idea works, you deserve it. Now, let me show you where your cases are located.”
She led me to an electric golf cart. No gas engines were on the site except for the boats and the generators for electricity and water pumps. She drove and took me to the barn. It was rebuilt and looked amazing but there seemed to be a lack of a****ls visible. She kept going but noticed my interest.
“You can spend more time there this afternoon and the rest of your life, if this idea works. And, yes, there are fewer a****ls. I am told the previous manager sold most of them after being fired. I think some might be wondering around the island, but …” I looked at her bewildered. “The mess after those first two weeks was worse than even I thought.”
She went a little further until I could see the ocean through the trees. She stopped at a cottage that opened onto the beach of a small cove, the one Amy talked about. About 50 yards further down was another cottage, only larger.
“This one is yours. It is a two bedroom. The other one is four bedrooms. I thought it might be good for your a****l staff. You’ll be close to the a****ls and your group will have less direct interaction with guest than the other service people. It’s completely up to you if the second bedroom is used or remains empty.”
“Is the other cottage occupied, yet?”
“No. I thought you should decide on your staff, first. I heard about Amy Brandt. You’re right. All employees need to be reviewed. We have to be sure we have the right people and the right people are in the right jobs. We will have to hire more and we need to know what kinds of people we need to hire.”
She led me into the cottage from the back. Stepping inside from the back, it was nearly completely open. The door on the opposite side and the large windows offered a stunning view of the beach and cove just outside. The back was a small dining area on one side of the door and small kitchen the other. The front was a living area across the width. On either side was a bedroom. My cases were in the center. A ceiling fan spun quietly overhead. There were hardwood floors and rugs s**ttered around near the seating areas. It was beautiful. It was like paradise … and this was now home.
* * * CHAPTER 2 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
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