Exclusive Entertainment- The Billionaire's Resort

by Emily Kee

  “Drop your arms down,” he instructed.

  I looked at the floor, embarrassed. Dropping my arms to the side, I knew my nipples would be hard from the rush of being partially naked in front of him. I was blushing, but slightly aroused, knowing Brice was looking at my breasts.

  “Quite nice,” he started, “I think there’s been a change of plans. You’ll be my server this weekend. I’ll find our guests one of the other wait staff. Come with me,” he said, not giving me much choice. He walked away, before I had time to protest.

  I felt like everyone we passed looked over and stared. I was on display and felt self-conscious. Everyone else seemed so comfortable. Did that just take time, or would I feel awkward all weekend? I groaned, realizing I’d be in this near naked state for more than two full days. If my parents knew about this, they’d be mortified. I reminded myself that nobody had to know about this experience. I’d keep this particular secret to myself.

  At twenty-three, I thought I’d be doing something different. I didn’t know what, but I certainly hadn’t anticipated I’d be practically nude, some topless waitress at a paradise resort. I should be a guest here, and maybe one day I will be, but for now I’m the one working. I needed to get my act together and change my future. Maybe it was time to go back to school and finally finish. A degree certainly wouldn’t kill me, though more student loans might.

  Brice walked quickly through a maze of hallways, and then stopped at a large door. It was easily twice as large as any regular door I’d seen. As he opened it, I realized why. It was a master suite, easily impressing me. I thought my room was nice, but now I see what upscale clients enjoy. I couldn’t even fathom how expensive a place like this must cost.

  The hand carvings and intricate designs were everywhere – fine details chiseled in stone, carved into wood, and glossed to a high sheen.

  “We’ll be working in here today,” he said. “Why don’t you wait out on the balcony; I’ll let you know if I need anything. I’ve got a bit of work to catch up on,” he said heading to a large granite topped desk. “Maybe some ice water would be nice. Why don’t you get us both a chilled glass of water,” he said. He pointed off towards the left. I scurried in the general direction and walked through the doorway.

  A mid-sized, well supplied kitchenette was in place. I opened and closed cabinets, looking to see what would be at my disposal, and then heard him from the other room, “The chilled glasses are in the freezer. Replace the ones you take out, so we have a constant supply,” he instructed.

  Carrying out the two glasses of water, one for him, one for me, as I was told to get, I went to place it on his desk. “Do you have a coaster?”

  “Oh, we won’t need one. Can you place the glasses against your nipples please? I’d like you to keep them nice and hard while you’re here. I’ll time it – let’s say four minutes, and then you can place mine down on the corner.”

  My jaw dropped, and hiding my expression was difficult.

  “Is there a problem?” He looked at me, like he’d just asked me to dust a lamp, not put cold, ice water against my breasts.

  “I’m not some sex toy. You never mentioned any of this when you told me about the job. I thought you were just being nice, helping me out with a few bucks, but this is getting out of control. I mean no disrespect Mr. Golden, but you didn’t tell me I’d be topless, or hint that you’d want me to do sexual things for you. Now you’re asking me to press cold glasses of water to my tits, so that you can look at my hard nipples. How do you expect me to react, with some sort of gratitude? I’m not some hired hooker.”

  “I didn’t mean to imply you were. I simply wanted to keep your nipples in a more erect state. You are standing topless before me, so I thought you were going along with the game. You didn’t storm out, when you weren’t given a shirt. You followed along, walking partly naked in front of other people, and again followed me into a private room. You tell me, what did you think you’d be doing here?”

  “Waiting tables like I do at the country club.” I said, standing my ground.

  “Why would I pay you as much as I’m paying you to wait tables? Did you really think about that? You had no idea there might be more involved? Isn’t that a little naïve?”

  I thought about what he said, and I guess he was right. I was a little naïve about the entire thing. Maybe I was hoping for something else, but what? And he was paying an insane amount of money for the weekend. What I really need is to pay down my debt, and maybe I was willing to bend my mindset – so I could get the money in the end. I was embarrassed I acted out in that manner. After everything he said, it made me realize how silly I sounded, like some little girl, calling out no fair!

  I looked down, and lifted the cold glasses to my breasts, pressing them to my nipples. “Will that be all?” I said, feeling like he checkmated me.

  Something about that made him smile. It was weird, almost like he got off on seeing me pout. Sick bastard.

  After the first minute, I squirmed. The cold water was shocking at first, but then the cold sensation against my nipples got uncomfortable. It started to sting and bite a little bit, but the third minute, and by the fourth, I was desperate to pull the glasses away. I kept them in place, biting my cheek to get myself through it.

  When he called time, he simply had me place his glass down on the desk and leave the room, not saying another word. “You may wait on the balcony,” was all he said. He didn’t praise me for making it to four minutes, he didn’t send me back to my room, he didn’t even say if he was happy or not that I stopped my bitching and followed through. He simply asked me to wait on the balcony.

  The more I sat waiting on him, the more defiant I felt. Walking back through the French doors, I stood with my hands on my hips, “I’m not having sex with you.” There I said it.

  He sighed, “Have I asked you to?”

  “No, but you weren’t forthcoming with what was expected of me here. You were vague on purpose, and that’s not right.”

  “Listen, I’m paying you to be a hostess. You’re here because you’re attractive, you have a smoking hot body, and I’d like to play with you and tease you a bit. My penis will remain harnessed at all times. I am not interested in sleeping with you.”

  It took me off guard, “What’s the matter, I’m not good enough to sleep with?”

  “There’s no pleasing you. You came storming in here to say you weren’t having sex, I told you I didn’t want sex, and now you want me to want sex. If I knew you’d be troublesome, believe me I’d have chosen someone else to come along on this adventure.”

  “Adventure? Is that what you’re calling it now? I was told I’d be serving clients, and you damn well knew what I thought. You didn’t volunteer anymore information.”

  “That’s enough out of you. You’re being paid good money to be attractive, not mouthy. You’re to be seen and not heard, is that understood young lady?”

  I bit my lip, trying not to cry. I was embarrassed to be reprimanded, but what did he expect?

  “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, would you please draw me a bath? No bubbles, just nice hot water.”

  “Where is the bathroom?” I said, feeling foolish.

  “Through that door,” he said, pointing to the far side of the room. Shaking his head, he looked back down at his desk, and I was excused.

  I’m an idiot. Get through these few days, just do it, and get paid. It’s not like you can just leave. I decided I’d just put up with the nonsense going on, get paid, and put the memory behind me. At least I’d be able to pay off my car repairs and a few other bills.

  His words rang through my head, you’re to be seen and not heard. I’d never been told something like that before. It felt weird. What did he mean by play with and tease?

  I walked through the bathroom door and was amazed at the size of the room. I didn’t expect it to be so large. There was a large stone tub, chiseled and shaped with round edges on the sides, but more square on the bottom. I’d never seen such an
exquisite tub before. It was like a piece of artwork, and it was simply a bath at the resort. It blew my mind how much extravagance there was, something I’d never been exposed to before. It was large, and I wondered how they even got it in here. Filled with water, it must weigh a ton!

  I turned the faucets on, waiting for just the right temperature, or I hoped the right temperature, and let the water fill. Sitting on the edge of the tub, I watched the water cascade in, and slowly inch up the sides. When it was almost ready, I got up and looked for a couple of towels to put nearby for him.

  Walking out, my voice a little quieter, still embarrassed from being reprimanded, I told Brice his bath was drawn.

  “Very well,” he said, shooing me with his hand. “Balcony,” was the only other word. He didn’t even look up at me. I went back to the balcony as directed. It was going to be a long weekend.

  I was surprised to hear him calling me back in after only about ten minutes had passed. “Rachel, would you please escort me to the bathroom.”

  Is this what it’s like to be rich? Is this really how he spends his money? Bringing girls here to keep him entertained? I wondered what the other girls from the past did. Were they more open to other ideas? Did they pout, or put up with the requests without a second thought?

  Walking through the door, I waited for him to excuse me. Was he going to undress in front of me? I waited, holding my breath.

  “Climb in the water please,” he said, “you may leave your bottoms on or remove them. That’s completely up to you.”

  This is insane. I climbed into the water, and was surprised by how soothing it was. I looked at him for further instruction.

  “Please be seated,” he said.

  I eased my way into the hot water, and sat down, looking to Mr. Golden. Was he going to join me?

  He got up and turned around, heading to a slender cabinet. Pulling out shaving cream and a razor, he came and sat at the edge of the tub. “Leg,” he said, putting his hands out, expecting me to lift my leg to him.

  I was confused. I lifted my leg and shifted so he could hold it as he desired. He placed my heel on the side of the bathtub, and then opened the shaving gel. Slowly he slathered my calf and shin with the creamy substance and spread it about. His touch was tender and delicate, gently making sure all of my skin was covered.

  Picking up the razor, he slowly edged it up my leg, tight against my skin, slicking up the shave gel. “I noticed a bit of stubble,” he said quietly. “I’m just going to fix that.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I sat and watched his movements. His hand slid up and down my leg in smooth, long strokes, pulling the razor along. After he satisfied himself with the job, he cupped water into his hand and rinsed the remainder of the shave cream.

  His hand gracefully stroked my freshly shaven skin. “Much better,” he said. “Would you stand up, so I can continue?”

  I stood watching him. For such a ruggedly, handsome and gruff man, his touch was delicate and tender. He added another layer of gel to my thigh, and spread it around. As he touched my inner thigh, I felt a heated sensation run through me. I closed my eyes as he touched me. I didn’t want to admit how erotic it was.

  Again with the razor, and with every pass over my thigh, his hand went behind it, checking his work. After both legs were complete, he rinsed me off, and offered me a plush towel.

  I’d softened my edges, watching him, feeling him touch me, and I even surprised myself by being slightly aroused as he moved his hands and the razor over me.

  “We got off to a bad start,” I said, my voice low. “I’m sorry.”

  “Very well,” he said. He took the towel from me, and started to dry my body.

  As he ran the towel between my thighs, I realized I wanted him to accidently slip and touch me just a little higher. I was more turned on than I thought previously, and was embarrassed by my quick turn around. His hands were so smooth and soft. He had large manly hands, and as he worked, I watched.

  He stopped and stood before me, his hand reaching up tenderly, and he lightly touched my nipple. I watched his fingers as they sat on the tip of one, and he drew lazy circles around it. “They are quite lovely,” he said quietly, turning around to leave the room.

  I watched him walk out of the bathroom, and realized I wanted him to come back. Come back and touch me again…

  I stood waiting, hoping he’d return – but he didn’t.

  **

  Brice was back at his desk working. I studied him from across the room, not wanting to stare. It was weird how I went from being annoyed at him, to suddenly seeing him differently. I was confused. He left me feeling soothed and warm, and yet I was hired to look good nearly naked. None of it made sense, so I stopped trying to make the pieces fit.

  He sensed me standing nearby. “I’ll be finished here soon, and then we can go get something to eat.”

  I went back out to the balcony where he had me wait earlier. The view was exquisite, water as far as the eye could see, and golden sandy beaches. The sand was a yellow white that seemed to shimmer like diamonds. It left you wanting to lay on the softness, or at least bury your feet in it. I hadn’t been to the beach in ages. It took a couple of hours to get to my closest beach, and I hadn’t made it a priority in way too long.

  The water rolled with small waves, landing on the beach. It created a white noise that reminded you where you were.

  I heard a small plane in the distance, and as the plane got closer, the noise grew. It looked like it was coming here. I wasn’t sure where here was exactly, but somebody else was on the way.

  I must have dozed off on the padded lounger, because soon Brice was standing over me, waking me up. “Are you ready to get something to eat?”

  He was a good looking guy, even if he did overstep his boundaries, bringing me here without all of the details. Standing up, I followed him through the maze of hallways until we reached a dining area. It was an intimate restaurant, with only a few tables. I wondered how many guests came to the resort at a time, and how many rooms there were.

  Brice pulled my chair out, and than sat across from me. Picking up the cloth napkin on the table, I placed it on my lap. It felt strange against my bare legs, reminding me once again that I was mostly naked.

  “Do you like wine?” He asked, as a nude server came to the table. I tried not to stare.

  “Anything is fine,” I said, letting him decide for me.

  “We’ll have my usual,” he said, “and a menu for my guest please.”

  Turning to me, “They’ll make pretty much anything you want. There is a menu, but feel free to order something not on it, if you prefer.”

  Was that what I was going to be doing, I wondered. Would I have been waiting one of the few tables in here, if he hadn’t changed his mind?

  “You have beautiful breasts,” he said, “I like their shape.” Pausing, he went on, “Are you getting more comfortable?”

  “I guess,” I said, my voice meek. “It’s a new experience, being exposed like some exhibitionist.”

  “I love the naked form – it’s quite divine, coming in all shapes and sizes, soft and hard,” he went on like it was artwork.

  I watched his eyes as he spoke, and occasionally his gaze would drop to my chest, and he’d continue talking like it was the most natural thing. I watched his lips as well, and noted his dark stubble coming in around his jaw line.

  Wine was poured, and a menu was placed in my hands.

  “Have you given thought to removing your bottoms? It’s really quite freeing. Nobody knows who you are here, and it’s quite delicious to have that kind of freedom.”

  “Why do you wear clothes if it’s so freeing?”

  “I’m the owner, it’s important that I keep things a little unbalanced, so they remember I’m their employer. I pay my staff well to be naked,” he finished.

  “Do you come here often?” I asked.

  He didn’t answer, and instead took control of the conversation once again. “Have you d
ecided what you’d like to order?”

  “I think I’m going to have the shrimp salad on a croissant.”

  “Excellent choice, the pastry chef makes incredible flaky croissants, and the shrimp is always fresh.”

  Brice raised his hand, and the server came over immediately. Placing our orders, he sat and looked at me. “I’d like to ask you to try to be a little more open minded this weekend. I think if you let go of your preconceived ideas, you’ll quite enjoy yourself.”

  I bit my cheek, “I’ll try.”

  “I’d like to display you for my guest,” he said, “I’m not asking you to sleep with him, just simply walk with a sexy strut in front of him, let him look at your body for a few moments, smile a little bit, and then return to my side.”

  “Okay,” I said, “I’ll do my best.”

  “Think of yourself as a trophy this weekend, something I can show off.”

  “But I wasn’t even the person you were going to show off; I was your second choice. You said your other people didn’t show up.”

  “Nonsense, there were no others.”

  “What, but you said…” I trailed off. “Why me? You don’t even know who I am. You simply bumped into me the other night, barely looking my way,” I said, completely confused.

  “When I bumped into you that night, I noticed you looked tired, but even after a long day, you were stunning. I went about my business, but then you popped into my mind at some point later that evening. I wasn’t sure why, but I decided to figure out who you were. I don’t do relationships, so when I see somebody that stirs my loins…” He stopped.

  “Right, but why bring me here?”

  “To spend more time with you obviously,” he grinned. “It’s much faster to see you naked on the island.”

  It seemed so grandiose. If he found me attractive, why not just get to know me locally. I laughed at his last comment. A man as wealthy as he is could have any woman he wants, so why waste time on a little waitress from the family’s country club. It didn’t make sense.

  “I’m going to ask to blindfold you, if that’s okay. I’d like to watch you eat that way,” he said.