by Blair
It was time to be politic. “You and I can say we are a couple. People understand that,” he said, although he knew that some people didn’t. One that he knew for sure didn’t. “And there are lots of other reasons not to fuck someone if you don’t want to, but this is about two people getting it on who want to, and I think that would excite you rather than infuriate you.”
She stood up and smacked her hands on the desk. “Jake, this is not funny in the least.”
“Yes it is,” he laughed. “At least your attitude about it is. Very funny.”
She slammed the door on her way out.
Chapter Four
The next morning, the light was bright and Margot was still in bed when Billie called her on the radio.
“We got an email from the head bozos in Miami that own this place. They want us on the phone in half an hour.”
“Again?”
“Again.”
“I hate you for telling me this.”
“I hate me for reading the email.”
Margot got out of bed, wondering what they could possibly have to add to the last conversation. She struggled to wake up, aware that she had drunk too much the night before. After the day she had had, she thought she needed it, but it had probably been a mistake. She went into the living room where Jake was sleeping on the couch. She remembered being angry with him when he wanted to make love to her. She hadn’t been in the mood for romance. Sex seemed to be the only thing thriving on the island.
In the office, the call proved a nightmare.
“We have been talking about the problems there ever since our last conversation, and are down to two options,” she was told. “Either the island starts to earn some money, which is our first choice, or we will sell it. We hired you because you have a marketing degree and experience in tourism, and we expect you to put that to work and earn your pay. None of us is willing to throw good money after bad, but we are willing to be a little patient. You come up with a way to make it generate revenue within two years, and you will be given profit sharing in addition to your salary. However, if you don’t figure out a way to do that, we fire everyone and sell the island.”
Her stomach tightened. “What sort of a budget...”
“Your budget is whatever your cash flow is. You aren’t covering expenses now, so you will have to make some changes. For the next year, the only money available to you is what the island generates. If you can’t make salaries, that’s how it is. Fire some deadbeats. Do whatever you want to accomplish the goal. Change the business model if you like. Make the bungalows time-share vacation spots. Hire a circus. We don’t care what you do as long as one year from now you are making money by then. So don’t call us with problems. Don’t bother us unless you decide to call it quits before the year is up. ”
And that was it.
Margot called a staff meeting to tell everyone the news. “We are in this together,” she said. “Unless we get creative real quick, next year at this time we are all unemployed.” With everyone in shock at the news, she didn’t expect ideas right away and she didn’t get any. “Please come to me with any ideas that you come up with,” she asked.
“The good news,” Billie pointed out when they were alone, “is no more monthly phone calls for a year.”
Margot took some aspirin from her desk and washed it down with the remaining coffee in her mug. It tasted awful. Everything tasted and smelled bad. She felt bad. She was sure she looked bad.
She took a walk to clear her head. It gave her a chance to think and to check on the empty bungalows. Rhonda didn’t always clean them up right away, and Margot worried that linens left on the beds would mildew. Sometimes guests left food behind, and that attracted bugs. They only had four guests and they were staying on the other side of the compound. She ran through the list in her mind. There were the two women who had arrived the same day and were sharing a bungalow to keep costs down. They would be around for a week or so. The last two were the couple from Belgium who wanted to stay for two weeks. She was concerned because they had seemed disappointed that the place had so few guests.
The bungalows were identical round thatched roofed huts with bamboo doors and screens in the windows but no glass. They were perfect for the climate and easy to maintain or ever replace. They had been set out in groups of four, and for reasons she never understood, with a fifth in the centre. They reminded her of Balinese family compounds.
As she approached a bungalow that had been used by guests recently, she heard a human voice. She walked softly to the window and looked in. As she had thought, there were still linens on the bed. On the bed as well was the tall blonde guest, who was naked and sucking the cock of the Belgian man- Claude, she remembered. She wondered where the dark-haired wife that he had brought had gone. Margot had taken to her. Monique was her name. Pretty and cheerful, she had longish black hair, dark eyes and a stocky but athletic body.
Margot thought the girl sucking on Claude’s cock looked a bit too thin. She sucked him eagerly and Margot watched the full length of the shaft disappear in her mouth. The girl sat on Claude’s face as she sucked him, and Margot could see his hands on her thighs. They were, she admitted, taut thighs. She could just see the tip of his tongue flick her bare pussy. Then she straightened, held his cock erect and moved over to ease herself onto in, moaning softly as it filled her.
Margot thought of Jake’s cock and the pleasure it gave her when he filled her that way. Of course, he put her on his cock; she never climbed on him. It seemed slutty, but watching the girl take Claude’s prick insider her that way made her wonder how it felt to take command and control the fucking.
Margot wondered again where the man’s wife was. This could be trouble. If she came in on them, Margot might have to deal with a situation of domestic violence and she didn’t need that sort of trouble right now. Then she saw the dark haired woman on the far side of the room. Her eyes were wide as she watched the girl take her husband’s cock in her cunt. Monique was on her hands and knees and the wide eyes were probably because Qary knelt behind her, ramming his cock into her.
Margot sighed and turned away. Watching was getting her hot, and she didn’t want to get hot. She wanted to think straight. She wanted everyone to settle down and be sensible. She knew she could manage this place if everyone would just help.
She was flushed with knowing that part of her wanted to feel what these people felt, fucking other people, doing things that she knew she shouldn’t do. Jake expected her to enjoy the feeling, but that seemed wrong. She guiltily wondered if Qary’s cock pleasured Monique as much as it seemed. How could Monique enjoy Qary fucking her with her husband in the same room? How could she stand to see another woman pleasure him? Did they do this with others? Did she get excited by the idea that her husband was getting his thrills inside another woman? She shivered at the idea of Jake fucking one of these women.
She understood none of it, but a lack of understanding didn’t keep her pulse from racing, her blood pressure from shooting up at the sight. Sure, sometimes she had fantasies about such things, but sensible people, she reassured herself, let them remain fantasies.
Yet, watching Claude’s cock disappear between the blonde’s legs, and seeing the look of pleasure on her face, she couldn’t help but wonder how it felt, how it would feel to take her place in that scene. Then she felt guilty about that as well. After all, if you fantasized about other people too much, wouldn’t you eventually do it? Wouldn’t wondering too much about letting Claude or Qary fuck you make you want to do it for real? Was wanting to know how it felt the same thing as wanting to cheat on Jake?
As she walked away, she realized that part of the problem was that she didn’t trust herself to be strong enough to resist temptation. She also realized that her pussy was on fire and liquid was running down her thigh, tickling her.
***
Back at the hut
, she found Jake on the veranda working on his laptop computer
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He smiled up at her. “Research. You asked for ideas and I’ve been looking at what other resorts, other kinds of destinations offer. I was trying to see what they do to get business.”
“Finding anything?”
He laughed. “Lots of porn sites.”
“Just like here.”
“What do you mean? What did I miss?”
She told him what she had seen.
He smiled. “Did it get you hot?”
“What do you think I am?”
“A healthy female who doesn’t want to admit that watching people fuck is a turn on and is smart enough to know that it really does.”
“It seems like all anyone can think of on this island is fucking!”
“Yeah, you mentioned that earlier. In fact it gave me an idea.”
She snorted. “I know what kind of ideas you get.”
He frowned. “I don’t get you. You liked fucking well enough not that long ago, but you are starting to act as if anything that has to do with sex is awful. Well this business caters to a public that doesn’t think that way. The people who go to tropical islands for a vacation often like the idea of a little sensual fun. Bear that in mind.”
“I don’t think sex is awful.”
“Yes you do. At least that is how you are acting. The other morning, instead of fucking me, you let me have you to get it over with for the day. You as much as admitted it, saying that it should hold me over until that evening. Then last night and this morning, when you got all upset about the business, instead of letting me make you feel better, you decided that sex, or even me touching you, was the last thing you wanted.”
“Jake I was trying to sort things out. I wasn’t trying to push you away. But you are right that sex wasn’t the solution to my problem.”
He stood up and walked from the computer. “Forget it. I don’t know why I thought you would actually be interested in anything I suggested.”
She sighed. “I apologize, Jake, but I have to focus on solving this problem. That seems more important than short-term pleasure right now. The sexual pleasure you give me doesn’t help resolve things or give me any more time for you. I am wracking my brains to figure a way to salvage the business. This isn’t what I was trained for, so I am struggling. I haven’t seen anyone making positive suggestions. If you are trying to help, then I want to hear about it.”
He shook his head, wondering if he should tell her. “Well, not that you will like it, but it is the only option I have thought of that we can afford.”
“Go ahead.”
“Ever hear of a magazine called SWINGER MONTHLY?”
“No.”
“It is both in print and online and has a large readership. The demographics are amazing. The readers have lots of money for travel, or at least they spend more than the average bear to go to interesting places. One of the things the magazine does is report on places that are private, with facilities that suit swingers, both those who like screwing in the great outdoors and those that prefer it as an indoor activity. From what I can see, we would be competitive in that market, if you wanted to try it.”
“I don’t think so. We can’t afford an ad anyway.”
He held up a finger. “That is where this gets good, or at least possible. We don’t have to buy an ad. The editor is running an offer to places that want to become known as swinger friendly destinations. You send in an email about your place with some photos. If it catches the editor’s interest, they might write an article featuring it. A recommendation would bring customers. And it is all free.”
“The price is right,” she admitted.
“I don’t see many other marketing options for us without a budget. Since you think that swinging is what everyone is doing here anyway, why not go for it?”
She sank onto the couch. “Okay, Jake. Do it. Anything. We will specialize in swingers, or panda bears, or anything else that will work. I don’t want the island sold. I’d have to go back to a straight job, probably in some awful city.” She looked at Jake. “And I know you won’t leave the tropics, and so I’d lose you too.”
He looked at her in surprise. Her last words sounded sincere, but her recent actions didn’t match up. If she was afraid of losing him, why wasn’t she doing something about it? That was a topic to explore later. “So we try it?”
“We try it.”
“I’ll go to the office. We have some materials on that system that tell about the place. I’ll write a cover letter and get it out.”
“Fine.”
“And then I can come back and cheer you up?”
She shook her head. “I think I will take a nap.”
He switched off his computer and stood up, looking at her. At that moment, slumped on the couch in a funk, Margot looked limp and lifeless. A few days before he would have plopped on the couch beside her and started fondling her, knowing it would get her smiling and bring life back into her. He would have happily relit the fire of desire. He shook his head sadly. Clearly that that kind of attention wasn’t welcome now. Maybe it was good that Trina was still around.
Chapter Five
Jake went to the office and wrote the letter to the magazine. He picked out some good photos, zipped them into a file along with the letter, and emailed it to the magazine.
The message gone, he felt listless. Listless and horny. Margot putting him off had him on edge. He skimmed the online edition of the magazine and that didn’t help his mood. Articles on having successful threesomes and personal advertisements that listed kinky preferences were a push in the wrong direction.
Finally, in desperation, he left the office to track down Trina. The skinny girl had said he could have her any time and in any way. That sounded like what he needed right now.
He knocked on bungalow three and her roommate Connie answered. He remembered Margot complaining about Qary fucking her. She was a big woman - tall and muscular. She wore nothing but a towel.
“Come in,” she said. “I was just going to take a shower.” She smiled. “Want to join me? You look dirty to me.”
“I was...”
“Looking for Tina,” she finished. “She is off somewhere, probably getting her ashes hauled.” She opened her towel. “Will this do in the meantime?”
Jake stared, surprised at how eager she was. “What if Trina comes back?” he had asked.
Connie pulled him onto the bed beside her and undid his shorts. “Trina’s a big girl. She knows how to wait her turn.”
Tina didn’t make it back, and Connie was a happy and pleasant fuck. He hadn’t thought a woman built big like that would be so tight.
He had fucked her on the bed, and then again in the shower. It wasn’t the same as a romp with Margot, but at least his thinking was clearer when he headed back to the office.
***
When Margot woke stiff and sore from an uncomfortable and fretful nap, she went to the office to see if she could accomplish anything. No one was there, but despite the quiet, she immediately found that she couldn’t manage to do more than sit at her desk moping. She hadn’t had a single new idea. No one but Jake had come up with any ideas at all and she didn’t have much hope for that one. Even if they ran an article and raved, she couldn’t see it doing more than dragging in a few extra customers, and that was nearly enough. Her hope was running out with time. If they didn’t get moving on something soon, they couldn’t possibly be in the black in a year. Any plan they came up with was going to take time to execute and even longer to turn a profit.
She looked at the numbers from Billie’s spreadsheets, wondering where she could make cuts that would free up money for promotions. Her own salary was about the only place she could think of making a cut. No one made
very much as it was.
Jake came in without saying a word. She knew he was angry with her for keeping him at arm’s length, but she couldn’t think of a thing to say to him, nothing constructive anyway, as he went to the back of the office, where he flipped on his terminal. As the screen came to life, a small banner popped up saying “YOU HAVE MAIL”. He checked the inbox and whistled. “Hey, Lady M, we got a response from SWINGER MONTHLY. Somebody named Nichole wants more information.”
“That isn’t a yes,” Margot said gruffly.
“But it is a maybe, and that is not bad. She says the place sounds interesting. Interesting is good.”
“Better than a kiss off,” she agreed tiredly, unwilling to get her hopes up.
The email requested many particulars concerning the operation, including a layout of the facilities, available transportation to and from the nearest international airport, local currency and weather, and details about the staff. “These folks are thorough,” Jake said.
“And getting you to do their work for them,” she said.
“That is fine with me if they use it,” he said and he busied himself collecting all the information.
Margot decided to let Jake deal with it entirely, and put it out of her mind. She needed to think of other alternatives, more sane ones than a group of swingers. If it happens, then I will figure out what comes next, she decided.
Her immediate concern was what to do about Jake. She was sure he was going to want to fuck her that night. She didn’t know if she could respond to him. Putting him off the night before had probably made things worse; doing it two nights in a row would be sending a message that wasn’t the right one. Could she just let him take her and fake passion? She shook her head. That felt dirty and she wasn’t a good actress anyway. She had thought that giving in to him the other morning would please him. She hadn’t even been faking but he had realized that she wasn’t enthusiastic and it had bothered him. What did he expect from her? How could she become enthusiastic with all that was going on?