The office was light with translucent blinds over the large windows and had a desk, chair, and a seating area with an old leather sofa and low coffee table. Two brass fans spun slowly on the ceiling. They walked inside and Nick closed the door behind them.
“Have you waitressed?” he asked.
“Yes”
“Worked behind a bar?”
“Yes”
“Housekeeping? Hotel maid?”
“Not really”
He paused and looked at me. Again his eyes moved over my body - slowly, open and unashamedly.
“I don’t need any more waitresses or bar staff or maids,” he said flatly. “But that’s not why you are here, is it?”
I shook my head. I was nervous but excited. I was here, I was actually here on the island to take a job that involved sex.
“Amy explained it to you?” he asked.
“Yes” I replied.
“Here we call it ‘hospitality’. That is what you want?” he asked.
“Yes” I replied again.
“You’ve not done this kind of work before though, have you?” he asked.
“No” I admitted.
“Let me show you the island,” he said abruptly, and moved to the door.
“So…I’ve got the job?” I asked, confused but hopeful.
He looked over my body again. Jesus. “No my dear, not yet. First I want to show you.”
He opened the door. “Come,” he said, gesturing to follow him. We walked down the path to the beach, beautiful white sand with crystal clear blue water. He pointed to a young Thai woman sitting on a towel, applying sun cream to herself. “That girl works in hospitality” he said.
“Is it her morning off?" I asked.
“No. Hospitality girls have free time, particularly during the day.” We walked on, following the beach. Luxury huts were spread along the shore, accommodation for guests some of whom were sitting on the porch and some were spread out along the sand. Nick pointed to a girl emerging from the sea. “That girl - hospitality.” This girl looked Caribbean: dark hair, skin the dark side of olive, contrasted with the bright colour of my bikini. I admired her beautiful figure and self-consciously glanced down at my own.
I lost track of time on the tour but figured it took maybe an hour or so. I saw the pool, the beach, the lawns, the massage rooms, the huts, the restaurant and the bar area. Guests were anonymous, seen yet unremarked, but so-called hospitality girls were drawn to my attention around the facility. Asian, Latino, Caucasian. Brunettes, Blondes, Red-heads. Athletic girls, petite girls, wholesome full-breasted girls. If Nick hadn’t pointed them out I would have assumed all of them were guests. And there were men, beautiful men. And none of these hospitality staff seemed to be doing any work at this hour.
Finally we returned to the office. I stood by Nick’s desk and he closed the door behind us and turned to face me. His eyes ran over my body yet again. Slowly, deliberately, with no shame. This was Nick’s island, and we were standing in his office. Seemingly he would look wherever he wanted to look. “I would like you to work as a hospitality girl” he said, finally, before bringing his stare back to my face. “If you are up to it.”
“I am. I’d love to have a job here” I said. I really meant it now. The place was incredible and my mind was set on doing whatever it took. Besides, given the many fantasies I had conjured up in the last 24 hours, I was curious - even impatient - to get started.
“You can enjoy the island.” Nick said. “You can lay on the white sand, swim in the warm blue water. Use the pool and spa and any of the facilities.” He paused and his eyes drifted down to my breasts. “To earn this inestimable privilege and luxury,” he continued, “you will be available for the pleasure of our paying guests. They might choose you for an evening engagement, or you might be called upon to serve in one of our massage rooms. Our guests pay a large sum of money to be here and we want their stay to be enjoyable and stress-free. There are many beautiful girls here, like yourself. If one of the guests chooses you, it is a compliment. And you will oblige them.”
Oblige them. That’s what Amy had done.
Nick took a step closer and drew his hand lightly across my bare belly. I shivered involuntarily and felt my heart pounding. Amy had told my what to expect at this point but standing here with Nick, waiting for it to happen, filled me with nervous anticipation.
“I have no other job to offer you,” he said as his hand moved across my skin. “But if you want to work in hospitality, I need to know you can.”
My breath quickened. This place was paradise. Amy had said it and today I’d seen it. I could stay here as long as I wanted. By becoming a sex worker.
“I can do it,” I said.
“Take off your top,” he told me. I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt tied up at the bottom over my breasts, exposing my mid-drift. I undid the knot and the few buttons, then I eased it back over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I had a bikini underneath. He lifted his hand and ran a finger lightly from the base of my neck down my chest between my breasts. “This too,” he said, indicating my bikini top. I reached behind my back, which had the effect of pushing out my breasts, and undid the knot. I removed my top and revealed my breasts and nipples to this man, who licked the dryness from his lips as he stared at them. He brushed his hand across my bullet-like nipples and I gasped as they screamed at me. The fantasies, the anticipation had made me more than ready it seemed. My whole body was eager.
“Show me.” His hand moved from my breasts and rested on his belt buckle. My eyes dropped and I
