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Lifestyles of the Very Rich and Unknown Introduction This is another of my stories depicting possible real-life situations, no magic, no science fiction, no unknown chemicals, though adult situations of sexual activity, coercion, kidnapping and some limited violence are involved, so consider yourself forewarned. My intent here is to explore the nature of friendships and relationships, and how people respond to events that are verging on the impossible to deal with. And the ending may surprise you, as things may not be exactly as they first appear. In my Acknowledgements following the end, I explain where some of the ideas came from. The Story The older middle-aged man's eyes linger on the sleeping form next to him. The young, quite attractive, and very curvaceous woman has rested her head on his upper left arm and is snuggled in next to him. She is quiet and still, lightly breathing, as he can barely feel her breath against the bare skin of the side of his chest. She appears quite peaceful now, not like the wildcat that had fought him not just earlier in the night, but for a number of nights. But he had finally subdued her, broken her independent spirit to his superiority, his will. He loved the fight in her. That test of wills, which of course, he would win. She, like the previous others could not win this match. She was of the weaker sex, where there would eventually come the time, when they would submit to the stronger. There was no way she could win, but he reveled in how she fought, how she at times wanted him and then resisted him, until in the end, when he had plunged into her this night, filled her waiting receptacle with his throbbing, quite large manhood, pinned her down, so that she had to take it, and could not refuse his desires, when through the plunging and withdrawing, the depths he went to, the fierceness and voraciousness of his craving, she had yielded and accepted, and in a moment, she could not get enough of him. He smiles appreciatively as he recalls those following moments earlier in the night when she finally yielded to him, gave her body, her mind, and her soul completely and totally to him. How she then hungered for his kiss, his touch, and how when he had allowed her to reach that moment of ecstasy that some women can achieve, she had just collapsed in a quivering heap in his arms, underneath his body, with an occasional soft whimper. Once he had spent himself completely in her, and had just relaxed for awhile, almost completely covering the poor girl, he had withdrawn, and had heard one final soft and subtle cry from her as he did so. As exhausted and barely conscious as she was, he could tell that she did not want him to take it out, and leave her empty. He knows she will now want more, and quite often...and do what will be necessary to obtain it. This man also understands that he is sated for the moment, at least. Oh, this girl still has much to learn, and he believes that when she fully learns to be the woman he desires of her, that she will please him for many, many nights. Yes, the pleasures one can enjoy when one is quite rich - to be able to buy and create baubles like this creature sleeping next to him. Eventually, he suspects he shall again feel the need to take another, someone who will fight and refuse and try to turn away, but upon whom he will again force his will and will again win, but for immediate future, she will more than suffice. He recalls reading somewhere that it was like taking a wild horse and breaking and taming it. There was an excitement and thrill to gain that mastery over the wild beast and to tame it to one's needs, but that once tamed, instead of the thrill being gone, it was also exciting in a different way to ride it into different situations, have it be there for when its master needed its blind obedience and complete subservience and devotion to its master's desires. But that was only one horse. Wasn't it so much the better to have a stable full? And to always be looking for that special one to complement the others? Of course! And could this girl be that special one? She has a good start, but only time will tell. He is one of those very rich, very powerful people whom you have never heard of. He owns or has interests in many businesses and ventures, some quite legal, a number quite illegal. But illegal is only a word. It is illegal only if one is not only caught, but prosecuted and convicted of violating some silly inconsequential civil statute. That has never happened to him because he understands the workings and needs of the people he has to deal with in order to continue accumulating wealth and power. One has to correctly understand as well as deftly execute bribes, coercion, persuasion, even compromise or strategic withdrawal and sometimes even elimination to be able to succeed to where he is now. So rich that he can buy and re-create people on a whim if he so desires. And lately his desires have been for more resistant young attractive women than he has had in the past. He desires women who will not only give him a greater test of wills than he had previously been used to, but once, when finally broken and tamed would jump in fully and take on the persona they had been given, so completely and so totally, that they would provide him with sexual pleasure for months beyond what he had had before. He was surprised a little when he discovered an unexpected but possibly ideal source for his desires, and after thoroughly considering it through, had concluded that the answer had always been in front of him, he just didn't recognize it. He first entertained his suspicions when he had seduced and bedded a woman CEO of a small company he intended to buy. She had been more resistant to his charms than most, but had finally submitted to his mastery over her. She was not particularly attractive nor young, both of which he desired, but typical young and attractive women were mostly vapid and provided little or no sport for his demands and desire to conquer absolutely by winning a test of wills. He considered perhaps kidnapping women executives and having them surgically altered to meet his needs - breast enhancements, plastic surgery on their faces and bodies, etc. - but when pondering that option, realized that the majority of these women were most likely in their 40's or older. He needed that strong almost overwhelming competitive desire in someone younger, who could withstand long nights of very physical sexual romps. And then the thought came to him that perhaps someone like a transgendered person might meet his requirements. He would search out young males who were rising or close to the top of a company, who were dynamic and very competitive, and who had a certain kind of physical attractiveness, with minimal family ties, and he would abduct them, give them sexual reassignment surgery along with plastic surgery, fill them up with estrogen and progesterone and then proceed with his desires and plans to gain mastery over them. He wasn't sure initially how it may work out, but he had the time and the money. The young woman now at his side is his third reasonably successful attempt, and so far the best of the three, as he has learned through trial and error on how to identify, obtain, transform, and handle a candidate for the selected surgical procedures. There had also been an early unfortunate 'accident' where the project had to be terminated, but he and his staff had learned from their mistakes, and were now able to create quite satisfactory subjects for his demands. This woman lying peacefully next to him has fairly thick long honey blond hair in soft waves and curls beyond her shoulders, she has blue- green eyes, a clear and smooth complexion, significant very natural looking breasts and vagina, and curves everywhere a man could desire. When she would walk by, she just imbued men with a sexual desire for her. And, of the three so far, was the quickest to understand and begin using what limited power her sexual attributes gave her. This was an added plus for him when it came time to take her. Not only did she fight like the others, but her struggling was far more involved, intense and at times subtle. She would tease him with her attributes and then quickly deny them to him. The previous two had been brutish in their fighting and defense, not at all cultured like this one. She had promptly understood that he could easily overpower her with his might, so she had to use all her wiles that she could command to continue fending him off, and she was very good at it. That was why his conquest of her was so eminently satisfying and all the more sweet and pleasing to him and why he knew she would give many more nights of pleasure. Oh, they may have some disagreements and he may again be forced to brutally attack her, but he knew for both of them, the results would be incredible and supremely sensually gratifying, perhaps for a considerable length of time. Yes, he ponders, she is a fine addition to his 'harem' of beautiful young women. And at his fairly remote retreat here on this little island in the Mediterranean or is it in the South Pacific, or perhaps one of his other hidden retreats - it matters not where they are currently located - she will have a fine time while here when not being desired by him, sun bathing, using the different facilities, perhaps entertaining a special guest; yes, an almost idyllic life, even continue becoming friends with some of the other young women. And how fortunate that she and that other young woman, found each other. Sometimes, he understands, we must let fate enter in. Of course, she might not be staying here indefinitely. Eventually he may grow tired of her as he has the others, and she will then be shipped to some high end brothel that he has interests in, for a number of years, but there will be a time when she will be resettled in a very well appointed enclave to spend the remainder of her years, in pleasant surroundings, but unable to communicate with anyone from the outside to tell her story or any secrets she may know. He does not desire to eliminate faithful employees, he just needs to make sure they are not put in positions where the temptation to divulge glimpses of his life might be present. Or, perhaps, there might be more to this one. He glances down at the sleeping girl curled into his left shoulder and pulling her a little closer to him with his left arm, bends his head down and plants a light kiss on her full, glossed lips. The perfume she is wearing still lingers about her, and is that almost intoxicating scent that he really likes. She knew it, which is why she is wearing it. She wanted to tempt him, gain a little control over him. It was just what he had wanted to see from her. With the kiss, she murmurs a little with a small smile on her face, and snuggles in just a little closer with her left arm resting a little on his chest. He looks at the girl again, Mariska is the name he had given her, and tonight she has finally accepted it as who she is. He is a very happy, satisfied, and contented man as he goes to sleep, remembering a little of the events of five or so months ago. **** Mark was a very driven young executive in the small company he had joined out of the elite business school. At about age 25, he often put in more than 60 hours per week, fully realizing that he was stockpiling points for his future. And he had been rewarded, being given executive stock options several times in the past two years along with fast track promotions. Everyone acknowledged that he was destined for stardom, perhaps a CEO of some other company. He had little time for outside activities, although he did have a girlfriend of sorts. He understood the need for that as he did not want to be seen as gay. He wasn't but he was concerned how other people might misunderstand him. Not that he couldn't have been. Mark was handsome, not in that rugged way, but in the male model way. If he had entertained different desires, male modeling would have been an easy profession to enter although the money wouldn't have been as lucrative as his future now portended, nor as challenging. He was also not particularly tall or big, being about 5'8" and a very trim 145 pounds. Mark's girlfriend was not enthusiastic about his work ethic as she was realizing that if he was already married to his job, she wasn't sure exactly what her role in his life might be, and at times felt she might be not much more than his mistress, which didn't make her happy. She had tried to discuss this with Mark, but he usually was much too busy, and didn't want to spend time talking about these concerns in the few moments he would be with her. He had thought he was satisfying her during their intimate moments, but lately her responses had been muted. He was a little concerned about their relationship, but since he was still enjoying it, he dismissed those as trivial. But there were times such as just before going to sleep when he thought about them, and if there were something more he could be doing. By morning those thoughts were usually gone. Mark's co-workers, while acknowledging his abilities, also did not feel particularly close to him. Because, in his drive to succeed, he had stepped on a few toes, and he had left behind several friends with whom some good and lasting friendships might have come about. He had some remorse at these losses but quickly stopped thinking about them as much more pressing concerns about his career shoved them aside. He was now an assistant vice-president specializing in mergers and acquisitions. But at this moment, it was his company that was being looked at as an acquisition. Some large multi-national said to have ties to that reclusive Ukrainian very wealthy businessman, a Gregor Ivanov, was actively courting Mark's company. He was given the assignment to determine whether it was a good move for his company. He had an instinct for being on the right projects and on the right side of projects throughout his (short) career and he fully expected this project to be no different. Whether the merger went through or not, he felt that the information he was gathering along with the presentation he would provide, would ascertain a successful future whichever outcome came about. He even entertained thoughts about being recognized by the multi-national company and possibly being courted and offered a position regardless of any merger. He did have his dreams. He was to give his presentation to a select group (sort of a steering committee) made up of two or three very high level executives from each corporation at a neutral site. It mattered to some extent what his own conclusions would be, although they would be fully acknowledged and considered. This committee would use Mark's numbers - if they were deemed correct, which they always were - to make the final recommendation and present it to the executive boards of both corporations for their final decision and/or approval. His recommendation would give additional weight to that final decision. Mark and two senior executives arrived at the meeting place and were ushered in. Inside the non-descript conference room which was in a very cookie cutter office building, they were met by four of their counterparts from the multi-national, including a large and tall burly very distinguished looking gentleman off to one side, who was introduced as Mr. Gregor Ivanov, and was said to be only there as an observer. Mr. Ivanov had that Eastern European look of a bear of man. One you did not want cross paths with, although a rugged handsomeness could be discerned. Mark's research had covered some of Mr. Ivanov's background - although only a little was available - but Mark was not expecting to see him in attendance. However, if Mark was nervous, he never showed it, launching into his presentation with a well practiced presence and self-assuredness. Upon the completion of Mark's presentation, everyone could see that he had done his homework. He had somehow obtained facts and figures that most the public had little knowledge of, including one or two in attendance. It was an impressive presentation, especially when, based on these numbers, Mark could not recommend that his company approve the buy-out, despite the highly rumored fairly significant per share price being offered (which included a large premium). The rest of the morning, the executives discussed the numbers, some brought up questions as to their exact accuracy but were overridden by those in the know (including a casual nod or two from Mr. Ivanov), and finally an agreement of sorts was reached on how the details and some of the multi-national's business practices might be 'enhanced' to make the offer more attractive. The price seemed no hindrance. Mr. Ivanov was especially attentive to Mark's presentation while later in private, asking some questions about Mark's abilities and future. He knew Mark's numbers and recommendation were correct being a little surprised that someone could uncover them, but he still desired to acquire the company nevertheless. Mr. Ivanov was very impressed by Mark's drive, his courage of convictions, and how well he responded to potential attacks. But he was also almost equally impressed by Mark's appearance. Later that day, Mr. Ivanov made some inquiries into Mark's personal life, obtaining the complete dossier on this young man which had been updated and enlarged, information that would be put into use very quickly. While disappointed about the initial offer from the multi-national, Mark's superiors were greatly impressed by his presentation, since it showed some serious flaws in the offer - flaws that could have consequences for those close to the top. Mark was congratulated and the executives added this to Mark's impressive resume that was expected to be used to propel him into the top offices, either here or at some larger company. A few days later, as a token of appreciation for a presentation and recommendation that had the potential of saving not only possible expensive litigation, but pointing out some deficiencies in the operation of the multi-national that might affect its bottom line, Mr. Ivanov gave a gift to Mark of a very expensive sports car. The documented donor of the gift was supposedly Mark's company (listed as a bonus) as his birthday was approaching, but Mark understood who the real donor was. That weekend, Mark took his new car out for a spin. He had hoped that his girlfriend would have joined him, but very recently she had become quite distant, and had declined with some odd excuse. He shrugged it off and decided to enjoy it himself. Unfortunately, something went badly wrong. According to all official reports, the car crashed and burned, on a lonely stretch of winding road deep in the mountains, rendering the driver's lifeless body barely identifiable. Only a few distinguishing marks were left besides Mark's I.D.'s which somehow miraculously escaped serious destruction. As was also almost as miraculous, how speedily a rescue truck and ambulance arrived, too late, though it appeared. The now unrecognizable body was quickly cremated, followed even more quickly by a quiet memorial service, where the small gathering in attendance were grief-stricken, although he had no brothers or sisters, his father had passed away, and his mother was in a memory care unit. His fairly large insurance policy paid off, and her remaining life was spent in the best care unit in the state where she was quite well taken care of, thanks in part to the intercession of an anonymous benefactor. Gregor Ivanov was also in attendance and grieved at how such an obviously bright young man with a very promising future in front of him could be so terribly taken from the world. He vowed to make a donation in Mark's name to a very reputable charity as well as to Mark's alma mater. Everyone involved thought that a very generous tribute which also raised their estimation of the man making it. The next day, a patient in a quite exclusive and private hospital was given the green light to leave the country and go to Europe for very specialized and specific procedures. Gregor Ivanov accompanied the patient who was unconscious, and securely strapped down to a bed. The name of the patient was scrawled in a doctor's almost unreadable handwriting, and the few nurses and aids in attendance weren't exactly sure if the patient was a male or a female, having been assigned to the patient only hours before the transfer. Within a day or two, the patient was started on the intensive set of procedures and surgeries needed for the completion of a sexual reassignment. The name given to the patient was Mariska. Also, somewhat coincidentally, Mark's old company on the same day, decided to approve the takeover replacing the original demands made upon the multi- national with several compromises. The senior executives were to become richer than they had expected, and Gregor Ivanov was a very happy man. **** Not quite five months or so after the beginning of the operations, a very beautiful, leggy, voluptuous blond looked over the Brazilian inspired string bikini swimsuit she was to wear to the pool, sullenly put it on, added the light almost shear robe over it which remained open, and donning sun glasses and sandals, stepped out of her bedroom which opened up onto a veranda with a view of the ocean, and walked over to the pool area. The days were too nice to continue sitting in her room, and the other people who came to the pool each day, certainly looked like they were enjoying it. The usual crew attended to her that morning, bringing her breakfast in bed, waiting on her every need, helping her with her clothing selections as well as her make-up. She was slowly if grudgingly learning how to do it, as acceptance to her life here was also slow in coming. The first days she had been awake here were frightful. Her last moments of remembrance from before had been the screeching of tires and the crunching of metal and fiberglass, and windows shattering as the car she was driving careened out of control on the unexpectedly and almost deserted road barely into the fairly flat countryside and crashed into something. She knew she had felt no pain, nor felt anything affecting her body, except the protection of the seat belt before she lost consciousness. Even if the car had totally crashed as was explained, she thought the air bag would have easily deployed sparing her much injury. And what happened to that other car that seemed to have come out of nowhere and had - what she felt was intentional - cut her off? Of lesser importance, why did that GPS unit seem to give inaccurate directions? Yet, it was obvious that extensive surgery had been performed on her. Obscenely extensive, as no explanation had been given as to why she now had the body, oh, god, did she have the body, of a very attractive young woman. She had only been told that she had been in a crash, she had experienced life threatening injuries, and she needed drastic repair and a long recuperation period. She was scared, alone, unsure who or what she was, and one of the only people to talk to was an older seemingly native (Asian? Middle-eastern? Pacific islander?) nurse who spoke very little English. The woman was friendly and positive, talking often to her in some unknown language, and even held her when she broke down in tears early on, which she found somewhat comforting but did not admit to either the nurse or herself for a long time. The nurse only became adamant when bringing the daily medications that Mariska was required to take. She had no idea what they were, and took them now as part of her routine, as the nurse had been very resolute that she do so. After her initial fright had subsided, the first several weeks had been barely adequate as she accepted some of what she had been told, even acknowledging the name now given to her, Mariska, if not actually accepting or using it. She had long since tired of trying to convince the servants or help that her name was Mark and she was really a man. It was easy to see why no one believed her, and anyway the help here knew exactly what they were doing, but, like the nurse, knew very little English. Communication with them, of any sort not related to their jobs was very difficult, if not impossible. Nor would anyone tell her where she was, or give her access to any communication off the apparent island. At least it looked like an island. Endless blue salt water in the directions she could see, a beach stretching to both sides with both sides seeming to curve back to a far side, but with each ending in massive jungle tangles and rocks that could not be navigated. The grounds were large enough, a brochure spoke of tennis courts, a small nine hole golf course, a large pool, a horse stable, archery and rifle ranges, seemingly every amenity that a posh resort could offer. Except a check-out time. And the land beyond the resort was thick almost impenetrable jungle. There was a boat dock, lightly used, once a week mostly, some type of cargo ship, perhaps, from what she could see, and a small airstrip for what looked like a mid- sized business jet that occasionally arrived and departed along with a smaller one that came at odder and less often times. Looking like she did (and very unsure of herself) she refused to voluntarily come out of her room - actually a suite of rooms, which was one of several loosely connected villas - except for an occasional physical check-up by the nurse in an exam room nearby. An exercize room was also close by and the nurse almost forced her at first to make use of it, showing her the routines she was to do. She gave in to that fairly quickly, understanding the need to keep in shape. She did become very tired of living like some monk or nun, when others who she caught glimpses of, seemed to be having some fun, even though her room did have that ocean view including sounds of the surf and sea birds. These things she always enjoyed hearing and seeing growing up but never seemed to have the time for in the past several years. There was even a small porch with a chair where she could sit and see a little of the ocean and hear the sounds, and was not near any walkway, so she could stay and not be fearful of being seen, and she did stay, a lot. She just couldn't for a time, see herself being out and being seen wearing items from her wardrobe much less wearing the swim suits provided, nor appearing in her full make-up. And that sitting around may have almost been the worst part of this existence as she had been for the past several years, a person of action, always on the go. Now she was being forced to do little, to seemingly sit around and relax. It had been intimated that she was here for recuperation from her accident, but surely it shouldn't take so long, she thought. And often in her thoughts, her life from before the accident would surface, and she would think about all she had been and done...and seemingly more now, not been and not done. But she finally gave in, as she had in accepting her physical appearance as a woman. She no longer bristled when others called her Miss, or Ma'am, or Missy, as much of the help were apt to do. And she was now thinking of herself as 'she' even though deep down she believed she would never give up Mark. That was who she really was, and some day, she felt sure she would get it, and him, back. There had come a time when Mariska seriously considered taking her life, when she felt she had no control over it at all, and no future. She knew she was being watched, but it didn't seem like it was every second, 24/7. One night, she slipped out to the beach and seriously considered just walking out into the water and then swimming as far as she could and letting it happen. After standing close to the water's edge and longingly looking for something in the far distance, that probably didn't even exist any more, she then sat for a long time on the sand as the tide slowly came in on the clear, warm, moonlit night. But she just couldn't do it, even as the water line moved beyond where she was sitting. She had always rejected suicide as something for those totally without any hope. She knew she still had some, and finally returned to her room. It was the following day, that she started thinking of herself as 'she'. And began learning to apply make-up, and watching and learning how she was to care for her body beyond just the exercising. It was hers now, for better or worse, she might as well make the best of it. And she began exploring the body she had now, looking at it and accepting it, for now at least, as hers, and learning to understand what was there, and what it was about, her hair, which for all intents and purposes seemed attached to her scalp, her face which looked familiar yet different, her breasts which were quite full and soft feeling, her curves, her vagina. She experienced new feelings, and began to think about herself. She tried on various clothes when she was alone and no one was about. And she would stand for a long periods of time, in the nude, looking at herself in the mirror. She knew she had a certain ability or 'knack' for projects. Slowly her mind came around to what she was seeing in the mirror. Wasn't this life, this body she inhabited now, a project of sorts? Take what had been given and make something better out of it, improve upon it? She could do that. And she could work up the courage to venture out. She also eased up on snapping at the staff, which they were grateful for, which then made her feel better. It wasn't really their fault, they were only paid help. They just couldn't help her in what she really wanted, nor could they tell her who was in charge. It had now been a week or so since that moment, as she walked to the pool area. Mariska had put on the red string bikini, wondering how women dealt with the obviously overt sex that it screamed. Of course, she remembered very distinctly liking to look at young attractive women dressed like this. But now she was the one wearing it. Why did it make it different, she wondered. She hoped no one would pay her any attention, she could just sit and relax, perhaps even work on a little tan. She remembered tanning as a teen-aged boy and when she got an early tan one summer because she had been south for several weeks, and everyone commented positively about it, and how she had considered looking into male modeling, but that felt like such a long time ago. Mariska surveyed the pool area which now had four or five people around it, young women and older males, and walked over to a row of chaise lounges that nobody seemed to be using. She had very mixed emotions as she made her way over. She was simultaneously quite nervous about appearing like she did, yet somehow feeling very proud of her body, because she knew it had that 'look'. She hoped both that no one would notice her, and that she would be noticed and appreciated by all. Several people glanced in her direction and smiled and she smiled back but said nothing. She just wanted to be left alone, at least for now. And she was, except for a young male waiter who came over after she was settled. "Good morning, miss. May I get you something to drink?" "Good morning. No, thank you, nothing right now, but please come back in about a half hour, if you could." "Yes, miss, I'll be back then. But if you do need anything, just let me know and I'll be happy to serve you." "Thank you, that will be fine," she said with a pleasant smile on her face and then reflected on her voice and how different it sounded, soft, higher pitched, a different resonance, modulation, and timbre. She wondered again for a moment exactly how that came about. The sun felt warm and the day was turning out very nice. She was a little happy that she had come out, even looking like she did, with a figure to die for and a very revealing string bikini. She had been reminded enough, that she carefully applied the lotion provided over her body to protect against burn. A little after she ordered just an ice water from the waiter, another young woman came out and put her things on a chaise about three down from Mariksa. This woman was brunette, attractive as they all were, but in a more girl next door way, although also very well-endowed, probably southern European, Mariska surmised. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini with black trim which Mariska decided looked rather nice on her. Mariska thought she may have seen her walking the beach one morning. She said, 'Hi' to Mariska, smiled and said nothing more as she also applied lotion and then relaxed in the warm rays. Mariska said 'Hi' back and smiled and was glad the woman wanted no further interaction, yet at the same time, sort of wished that she could ask her questions, perhaps find an answer or two. After some time, the young woman got up, went for a quick swim, returned and gathered her things and said a very pleasant and smiling, 'Have a great day' to Mariska. Mariska smiled back and said, 'Thank you, you, too.' A few moments later, she, too, gathered her things and returned to her room feeling a little hungry. She had been asked by the staff numerous times if she wanted to take her meals in the dining room, but she always declined. And so, had an early dinner in her room, again. The next day, she was less hesitant to go out and almost enjoyed a little putting on the black bikini laid out for her. Upon arriving at the pool area, she saw the brunette in the same chaise as the day before, and so, again took the chaise three down. It appeared the other young woman was napping as she said nothing. In a little while the waiter came by, and as he passed the brunette, she roused and asked for a Bloody Mary. That actually sounded good to Mariska "I'd like the same as her," Mariska said as he came to her. "Certainly, miss." The brunette glanced towards her and smiled and said, "Good morning, and good choice. They are delicious." Mariska smiled back, "Good morning. It does sound good." The other young woman smiled and settled back. Neither young woman said anything more as the waiter brought the two drinks and the young women sipped on them. The drink was delicious, exactly what Mariska wanted. She turned slightly to the other woman and said, "You're right, it's very good." The other woman smiled a very appealing smile and responded, "They make the most excellent drinks here. I had forgotten about this one until this morning." "I'm glad you remembered, and ordered it." "Mmmm, yes." Nothing more was said for a few moments and then the other young woman asked with a little hesitancy, "Could you, maybe, do me a real favor, please? It'll just be a for a moment, if it's all right and not much of an inconvenience?" Mariska thought for just a second and said, "Sure, I guess. What is it?" "I want to work on my back tan and I can't quite get the lotion some places and I don't want to burn. Could you please help me out, a little?" Mariska thought back to days on the beach and doing that for a girl or two. They were very appreciative, and he was happy to do it. "Of course," she replied with a genuine smile. Mariska got up and came over and sat on the chaise next to the other woman as she rolled over on her stomach. "Here's the lotion," the young woman said as she handed a tube to Mariska and reached around and undid the string in back, baring her backside. Mariska looked at the tube and it was slightly different than what she was using. She wondered about it, but said nothing. "Ok, how about if I just do most of your back, which will be sure to cover what you might have missed, and it will even it out?" "Sounds great, thanks," she replied, obviously happy that Mariska was happy to do more instead of less. Mariska applied the lotion and quickly realized that she had totally different feelings about it than when she had done it years earlier. Then, the other guys were envious and Mark basked in the glow of doing it, but also of being close to a female. Now Mariska could only imagine that here were two young, attractive women, sort of friends, helping each other out, just being nice. She realized she was thinking about making sure the lotion was even and covering, and wondering just a little if she had enough coverage herself. Strange how these thoughts were just a little different. "Oh, my name is Danielle, but you can call me Dani." Mariska thought for a second and then sighed a little and said, "Hi, Dani, I'm... Mariska." It was the first time she had used that name as herself. Mariska, Mariska. It sounded and seemed almost normal. It wasn't, of course, but it sounded that way. "Mariska. I like that, it's a pretty name. Hi!" A pretty name. Well, it sort of is, isn't it. But it's not mine, well, it's mine right now, but it will change...sometime. Mariska replied, "Um, Danielle is rather pretty, too." "Mmm, I guess. If you want me to do you, just ask anytime. I'd be happy." "Thank you. Maybe tomorrow. I think you're probably at least a day or so ahead of me." "Oh, I'm sure you'll catch up quick. You've got such a nice complexion and skin tones, you should tan easily, just put enough lotion on." "I suppose," she replied as she continued applying it. After a several moments, she said, "There, I think I got it all." "I'm sure you did, it felt like you got everywhere. Thanks so much." Dani turned her head towards Mariska and gave her a huge warm friendly and ingratiating smile. Mariska couldn't help but smile back. "You're welcome." She got up and went back to her chaise and settled in. Again, nothing more was said for some time. Just about the time Mariska considered getting up and leaving, Dani roused and tied her bikini and said, "Thanks, again, Mariska. I really appreciated that. It would be so easy to just fall asleep here and burn and that would be just horrid." "Oh, no problem. You're very welcome. And I agree. It is quite relaxing here." "I'm going to take a quick swim before I go in. Would you like to join me?" Mariska thought about it for a moment and decided, why not. She had enjoyed pools and swimming once, even it if meant playing silly macho games like who could make the biggest splash, or catching frisbees or something. "I'd like that, thanks." They both walked over to the pool and got in at the shallow end. It was more pleasant than Mariska had imagined. Just the right temperature. Dani reached over the side of pool, grabbing two noodles that were lying there and handed one to Mariska. "Here, this'll help keep your head out of the water. Unless you want to go in." "Oh, that's a good idea." Mariska wondered for a second where to put it, above her breasts or below them. Her breasts looked a little to her like they could be flotation devices by themselves. Dani had solved the problem by putting it behind her, like chair arms, and then later slipping it under her like a seat. Mariska started with it above her breasts and that worked a little, though her 'assets' were now hidden. Putting the noodle under them was almost flaunting them. Decisions, decisions! Mariska asked, "Um, I noticed you're using a different lotion than me. Is it good?" "I think so. It's not the one normally supplied, you have to ask for it, but they get it for you right away. Some of the other girls I've met here, swear by it." "Ok, thanks, I'll ask for it. Your recommendation is good enough for me, and it had a good feel and smell when I put it on you." Dani smiled appreciately and said quietly, "You're welcome." "Um, where are you from, if that's all right to ask?" Mariska said as they floated around. "Sure, my family is from southern Italy, but we moved to America when I was very young. My family lives near Chicago. Where are you from?" "Oh, a little town near Cleveland, but I moved to New York City so I guess I'm from there now." "The big city? I don't know if I could ever live there." "It's certainly different than here. Fast paced, lots of people, a certain excitement I guess." "I can imagine. I do like it where I work. It's Worldwide Traders, WTI, in their Chicago office - because I can speak Italian pretty well - well, which is really in the suburbs. We get to come here cuz I think they own it, and stay for awhile if we want," she paused and then quietly added, "or sometimes they ask." Mariska thought on that. She had seen that name somewhere in her research for the acquisition project but couldn't quite place it. At least this was something. A corporate resort, that made sense. For select employees, maybe corporate guests, future senior executives, rewards. But why was she herself here, and not some other place? Her company certainly had nothing to do with WTI. She then thought on that last comment by Dani, and started thinking of another question to ask, one that sounded rather inconsequential but might help when Dani said, "I'm going in now. You can stay if you want." Mariska sighed, "No, I'm going to go in too." As they got out of the water and went over to their things, Dani said a little hesitantly, "Are you going to dinner in the dining room tonight?" Mariska thought for a second and said, "I'm not sure, why?" "I had been having dinner with a girl and she left here last week, and I really don't know anyone else. Would you like to join me? Unless you have another engagement." Mariska thought and came to a quick decision, "Yes, I'd like to, thank you. What time? And I haven't been there for dinner yet, is there certain attire?" Dani smiled that nice big smile saying, "Oh good. I hate eating alone. About 7ish? Is that ok?" "Yes,7 sounds good." Mariska was beginning to hate eating alone, too. "About clothes, just tell the staff you'll be eating in the diningroom and they'll lay out the right clothes. And offer suggestions." Mariska smiled, too, "Oh, good, sometimes I hate making a lot of decisions." "So do I. See you at 7?" "I'll be there!" "Good. Bye!" "Bye." Mariska watched Dani walk away for a second, and felt really good. This had been the best day here so far. Someone to talk to, maybe find something out, a reason to get in the pool and a reason to dine. And it felt so comfortable talking to Dani and just being....who? Mark? Mariska. Ok, no decisions, Mariska for the short term. Mark will be the long term project right now. Mariska gathered her things and returned to her room. When one of the staff came by like they always did, Mariska said she would be going to the dining room to have dinner with Danielle at 7 and could the staff put out something for her to wear, and then she added with a moment thought, something nice. The person made a discreet call on some kind of phone and in minutes, a maid arrived who quickly pulled out a suggested ensemble. Mariska was a little taken aback by it, but determined to wear it. It was a little black strapless dress, matching 4 ?" pumps, panties, dangling earrings, a small necklace, a matching bracelet with a little watch embedded, some rings, and little else. The dress had a built in bra which somehow held her up reasonably well. She was asked if she would like help in getting ready, and taking a breath, Mariska said, "Yes, I would really appreciate that." The two women staffers smiled and one went and prepared a nice bubble and oil scented bath and the other began laying out cosmetics. A bottle of wine appeared and Mariska was given a glass to enjoy as she bathed. After the soothing and refreshing bath, one of the staff washed, set, and dried and brushed out her hair and then did her nails, finger and toe, helped her apply make-up, and do the other small things to get ready. Mariska looked in the mirror when they were finished and she felt she looked fairly attractive. Mark would certainly think so. She thought on that a moment. Is Mark still there? She could see little bits here and there, she thought. Anyway, that's not this project. This project looks fine. The help left and then it was time to go to dinner. Grabbing a small matching purse, she left her room and walked the not that far distance to the dining room which was towards the ocean. The heels took some getting used to and Mariska was glad no one seemed to be watching. She hoped she didn't look too ungainly as she carefully made her way. Inside the diningroom, a maitre'd was at a small podium. "Good evening, Miss." "Hi, I'm Mariska. I'm to meet Danielle for dinner?" "Of course, Miss, your table is ready, please follow me." Dani was already there, and smiled quite pleasantly when Mariska arrived. The maitre'd held the other chair at the two person table with a sweeping view of the ocean and it took Mariska a second to realize what was happening, but quickly smiled at him and sat down. The dining room was near but not at water's edge with the beach sloping downward, thus giving the diningroom an elevation. And while the view was grand, it was cut off in one direction a little by a wall. Mariska wondered for only a second on why that was. The window had numerous sections that opened and most were as the day was still warm and pleasant. One could hear the waves and sea birds in the background. It was a very scenic and relaxing view. And a very upscale diningroom. Mariska felt a little overdressed, but not much. Dani said as Mariska settled into her seat, wondering about her dress, and how this all would work, "Hi, I'm so glad you could join me. This will be so much better than eating alone like I have." Mariska decided to let things just flow and try to stop worrying, "Hi. I agree. And what a nice view." "It is," she paused and continued, "you're so attractive! That's a very elegant dress." "Yes, I know. Maybe a little too dressy," she mused as she glanced down at it. "Oh, no, not at all. I like it a lot. And for here, it goes well. A waiter showed up and asked, "Good evening, may I bring either of you something to drink?" Dani looked at Mariska a little expectantly, so Mariska said, "I'd like a glass of your Pinot Grigio." Dani smiled and looking up, said, "I'd like that too, please." The waiter left and the two chatted for awhile. "I really like your nails. Such pretty French tips. You didn't have them like that at the pool." "Oh, yes, when I told the staff I would be coming to dinner, and wanted to look nice, they really went to work. They are attractive." Mariska held her hands up palm outward and then lowered her hands so Dani could see them. They did look very pretty, and it was little touches like that, that made Mariska feel a little good about herself at times, like now. They continued chatting while looking at the menu and eventually ordering. During dinner, Mariska glanced around the room and there appeared to be at least two or three couples, with an older executive looking male and a younger quite pretty female, as well as three apparent businessmen probably in their mid to late 30's sitting to one side. Mariska sighed as she remembered times as Mark that he imagined being in a place like this like those men, probably appreciatively looking at the two young, attractive women sitting across the room. It was sort of strange in a way, now being here rather than there, but also interesting in a way. She then refocused that for the short term she was Mariska, here and now. Dani asked, "Is everything ok?" Mariska sighed for a second time and got her smile back which brought Dani's back, "Oh, I was just thinking of some time long ago. Something reminded me of it, but, you know, this is so much better, now, I don't want to think about it. And I certainly enjoy the company here." Dani smiled a little and said, "Thank you, so do I." The menu wasn't very extensive, but quite varied, and the servings were actually decent sized rather than oversized like at most restaurants. Mariska had a grilled chicken salad, deciding to forgo the steaks that Mark liked (she was quite aware of the limitations of her 'project'!). If she came back another evening, she saw other salads and light meals that looked interesting. After they had pretty much finished, they continued just talking which Mariska actually liked a lot. Dani asked, "You said earlier you live in New York City, where do you work, when you're not enjoying this place?" Mariska answered, "Well, for the past two years since college, I've been working at a little investment company called Harrison, Johnson. It's not well known, but very up and coming." "Oh, sounds exciting. Where did you go to college?" "um, Harvard University in Massachusetts," Mariska was going to say more when Dani responded. "You went to Harvard? Oh, my, no wonder you sound so smart! You must be super intelligent. I only went to a year of community college," Dani sort of slumped as she said that and her ready smile lessened noticeably. Mariska was all of a sudden feeling a little bad as she felt she had hurt Dani's feelings. She had to say something. Rather instinctively she reached out and touched Dani's arm softly with her hand and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't trying to brag or boast or anything. I was just so lucky to be given the chance to go there and I really wanted to succeed and it took a lot of work. A lot more work than I was expecting." "I suppose, but you are so beautiful looking, I wouldn't be surprised that that helped." "To tell the truth," Mariska knew she wasn't exactly telling the truth but it was close, "I certainly didn't have time to look like this in school. It was a lot of late nights and long days just to keep up. But, don't put yourself down. I think you're extremely bright, and very pretty." She was thankful she didn't mention it was the graduate business school and not, as she felt Dani thought, just the undergraduate school. "Really? Do you mean it? I look at myself sometimes and I just don't see it." "Really, you do, and I mean it! If I were a guy or just suppose for a moment," she gave a little grin, "a girl who likes girls, I'd be all over you." Mariska thought at the same time, 'Mark certainly would be, darn it.' Dani's smile came back which made Mariska happy, "Thank you, Mariska. I really have had a fun time today. It's been awhile. I'm glad we got to know each other. And to tell the truth, you're so much more fun and easier to talk to than the girl who left. I hope we can be friends for a long time." Mariska now said what she felt, "Me, too." And Dani softly touched her in return. Dani then said, "I would love to stay and talk more, but I'm meeting someone in a little bit." "Oh, well, good for you," Mariska had a huge smile. "I hope you have a good time." "Thanks," she said as her eyes began looking dreamy, "I think I will. And don't worry if you don't see me tomorrow. I probably won't be back at the pool until the day after. But let's do dinner, again, after the pool. Ok?" "That would be wonderful, I'll look forward to it." "Good. Um, if I'm not being too personal, are you here, uh, with someone?" Mariska thought for a second and then replied, "No, I don't think so anyway. Oh, well, yes, I'm with you, if that's all right." And she smiled back at Dani, a happy, pleasant smile. "Oh...yes, that's wonderful. I, uh, thought, your dress, your nails....," and then she was very quiet for a moment with a very soft smile and a slight glisten in her eyes, "for me." And then quickly, "You are so...elegant and you do look so beautiful." Mariska blushed a little, "Thank you." "I have to go. This was very nice. And, I think you're a really great person." She stood up and so did Mariska, but she didn't fully understand why, until Dani came around and they gave each other a little hug and an almost cheek kiss. "Bye!" "Bye, and have a good time!" "Thanks, I will." And Mariska was alone again as she sat back down. She still had some wine left in her glass, and decided to just relax and enjoy it. She thought about all that Dani had said. She really liked her and was glad they met, and were becoming friends. She then wondered on who Dani would be seeing. Perhaps it was some lover. But for the past two days Dani had been at the pool and no one else ever came near. Maybe it was work related, but she said this was sort of a vacation. But, also that her company could request them. Uh, could she be like a courtesan of old? She didn't want to say 'hooker' or worse words. She could not, would not imagine Dani as anything like that. But that could explain a lot. Why the women who seemed to be guests were all young and extremely beautiful. There certainly didn't seem to be older couples here or at least no older women...as guests, anyway. Or maybe she was just a low level employee with some high powered executive, a business retreat for him away from a shrewish wife and she was accompanying him. And she seemed to think that Mariska was here with someone, and did a very nice, and very, very sweet recovery. She thought on that and also of missed friendships for a long time. Mariska then caught some movement out of the corner of her eye and realized one of the men at that threesome was heading in her direction. She thought, 'Oh, gawd, what do I do now?' As he approached she pretended like she didn't even notice him. "Excuse me, Miss, I don't like seeing people alone at a beautiful location like this. Is your friend coming back?" Mariska looked up, sort of nonchalantly, and gave him a pleasant smile. Interesting pick up line, she thought. Perhaps, she could play with him a little. This could be fun, remembering some not all that fun moments from her past. "No, I believe she has a very hot date. Lucky girl," she glanced at her watch and then back at the man, "at least for a little while. So, I guess you drew the short straw." She hoped he would be a little put down by the implication that he wasn't hot, as well as she might also have a hotter date coming up, and that she guessed why it was he that came over and not either of the others. Although he was quite handsome, Mariska had to admit, maybe the handsomest of the three, but she wasn't going to let him know that, at least not yet. "Oh, uh, that's, uh, nice. Um, would, uh, you mind, if I, uh, joined you? That is, if, uh, it's all right?" Oh, she liked seeing him flustered like that, at least he was persistant, if not smooth. Give him credit. "I guess, but I will be leaving shortly, you understand." "Yes. Uh, my name is Bill," he said as he offered his hand. Mariska took it and was pleased he didn't squeeze too hard. She could tell he certainly liked touching her. "That's nice, Bill." And she paused dramatically as Bill was obviously hoping she would tell him hers and standing very awkwardly as he was just as obviously planning on sitting. Finally, with taking a breath and smiling at him, she said, "Oh, yes, mine is Mariska, and I'm pleased to meet you, Bill. Do sit, if you'd like." "Mariska, Mariska," he said as he sat down. Actually he was quite good looking, Mariska thought, wondering why she was thinking this. She instead said, "Yes, like that actress on that police crime series on TV." "Oh, that's where I've heard it. She's Jayne Mansfield's daughter, I believe." Mariska gave a questioning look and shrug. She was beginning to really like playing with him like this. "Uh, yeah, she's way before your time, and mine too. She was a blond bombshell back years ago, sort of a competitor to Marilyn Monroe." "That certainly was a long time ago. Was she in any movies?" Mariska thought she knew who Jayne Mansfield was, but decided to continue playing dumb...or coy. "Um, only one I can think of with, uh, Tony Randall." Mariska gave another questioning look and a shrug. "He was before your time, too, I guess." "Either you know your movies, or it wasn't much before your time," Mariska smiled, emphasizing 'your time' slightly, as he was very evidently flustered. But she could see he really wasn't that old, like she had thought, mid to late 30's. "I, uh, do like older movies sometimes...I haven't seen you before, did you just arrive?" "No, actually I've been here several weeks, I just came to the diningroom today for the first time." "Oh, well, the food is excellent here isn't it?" "Oh, yes, and the portions are perfect for a change. Except the melons, they can be a little large, can't they?" Bill's eyes got wide as it was obvious he was desperately trying to not let his gaze drift below her chin. And it was apparent he was speechless. Mariska only continued her warm smile. At that moment his cell phone rang, and he fumbled a little trying to get it. "I.I'm sorry, do you mind?" "I hate cell phones, but I understand, please take it." He got flustered again but turned and took it. "Hello." "Yes, it is." "Oh." "Yes, I see." "Oh, yes, I understand." Mariska noticed that for a moment he seemed to turn pale. She wondered what the phone conversation was about. Not much information coming from this end, that's for sure. "Yes. Yes. Thank you so much. Yes. Of course. Yes. Good-bye." "That sounded interesting." He looked at Mariska with a wry smile, exhaled slightly, and said with a sad tone, "I hate cell phones, too." "Ah, we should start a campaign." "I guess. Mariska, I've really liked chatting here, but something's come up. Perhaps, we might get together some other time." "Yes, perhaps...that might be nice, " she cooed a little as she slightly touched his arm. He took a breath at that, and exhaling, said, "Good-bye," as he got up and left, more than a little dejected. "Bye, I hope you'll still have a nice evening." He nodded and tried a smile and returned to his friends. Well, that was interesting, Mariska thought. What a day! I'm about exhausted. She got up, and went back to her room, pausing to compliment the maitre'd on the food and service, which he was happy to hear. She only saw that handsome man once more from a distance and he seemed to look right past her which surprised her a little. The next day, she returned to the pool and Dani did not show up, which made Mariska a little less happy, but it was another nice day and she enjoyed it. She ate in her room that night. The next day, she went to the pool and Dani was there and they were both happy to see the other. "Did you have a good time?" "Oh, yes, quite good. It was very nice." "That's great. Does he have a friend?" Mariska thought for a second, did I mean that, or am I teasing? Dani laughed at that, "You're so funny." Mariska told her about the three guys from the previous dinner, and Dani laughed at that, too, and agreed with how Mariska handled it. Mariska was beginning to understand that the young women here pretty much had someone they were with or were to be with, and that while picking up girls like that one guy tried didn't seem to be frowned upon from what Dani suggested, it just didn't ever happen that much. But Dani then said rather quietly and in a knowing tone, "Oh, I'm sure there'll be someone for them eventually. That was probably their first night here. " Mariska didn't ask, but it was confirming her suspicions that this place wasn't exactly a getaway for young, single, employed women, at least not what one would consider your standard secretary or file clerk or office assistant or manager or just plain worker. This place may not be a brothel, even very high priced, but the girls were here for one primary purpose, to entertain business executives. If it was a brothel, there would be a bevy of girls who would have been here for some time, but from what she understood, there were several young women here, maybe more that never came out, but it would appear they didn't stay much over several weeks, maybe a month or so, if that. But why, Mariska continued thinking, am I here? Of course, this would be an ideal place for recuperation from that accident. Warm sunny days, nursing care, no hassles except for an occasional horny guy, that couldn't be handled any easier than she did already. Perhaps Dani was a regular employee who had been approached about spending time with a certain client or customer or maybe two or three over a long period, with lots of free days in between, and lots of, no doubt, cash payments. A nice way to make a lot of extra money without working that hard. If you voluntarily sold your body and no drugs or coercion or abuse were involved, what was wrong with that? And the girls probably had excellent care with very little chance of STD's. This could be an ideal situation for the right girls. Mariska liked how her analytical mind could still work. In a pause in their chats about people, Dani said to her, "Mariska, I just want to say again, that I am so happy we met. I have to tell you on the first day you were here at the pool, I wasn't sure about you at all. I'm not a good ice breaker and I probably lose more possible friends than I can imagine, but I really don't like people who put others down, and so I'm sort of afraid a little of girls like you, so refined, so smart, so...oh, posh, I guess. I just feel I'm not in their society. But now that we've met, you're so different and so much nicer than I could have thought. Thank you so much." Posh? Mariska never ever considered herself that, nor as Mark either. Is that what I look like, she wondered? She smiled a deep appreciation as she replied, "Dani, I don't think of myself as posh at all or refined. Maybe a little smart, maybe too much for my own good, I'm wondering. I've been practically alone here from when I arrived and it's not very nice, I can tell you, and it can get habit forming if you let it." Dani nodded, and said, "I know!" Mariska smiled and continued, "I was afraid to come out, afraid of what others would say, or how they would look at me, afraid of myself, maybe. But meeting you was about the best thing that's happened to me here, and I can't thank you enough. And, please, don't sell yourself short, you're an awful lot smarter than a lot of people I've met in New York." Dani blushed a little at that, and all she could say after a few moments was a hesitant "BFF?" Mariska replied confidently and quickly, "Yes, BFF. For sure." And they were both happy. This now idyllic life continued for several more days as the two young women shared confidences, asides, comments about others around them, and lots of lounging in the sun, frolicing a little in the pool and nice dinners. Mariska quit lunches altogether as she didn't need them, except for maybe fresh fruit, and she and Dani met several times in the exercise room and worked out together, often taking walks along the beach together, which Mariska really enjoyed. And mostly when they went to dinner together, Mariska's dresses weren't quite like that first night. They were still form fitting, revealing lots of curves and skin and accentuating her breasts but Mariska was getting used to them and they were a little more sedate. Having phones in their rooms, they also exchanged room numbers and often one would call the other and they would talk for awhile late at night. Mariska really begain enjoying those talks. She did ask once why neither of them seemed to have cell phones, as the room phones were limited to the resort area, and Dani explained, "I think they want us to feel like we're executives while we're here. We don't really need them because the staff here keeps track of everything, and keeps us informed of changes and brings phones to us if needed. And I don't think they want cell phones to be a nuisance at certain times, if you know what I mean. Which they can be!" And she smiled and gave a nod to Mariska, wh