She sounded like she was getting close to her own orgasm, and his dirty talk only seemed to make it worse. One hand on her clit, the other wrapped around his legs and ass to hold herself steady, she took him as deep as she could before starting to gag. Only then did she pull back slightly, her saliva lubricating everything as it spilled over the head of his cock and around the edge of her lips.
That was it. Her talented mouth pushed him to the brink, and he came with a hard growl. Yanking his rigid cock out of her mouth at the last second, he watched in orgasmic bliss as it spurted all over her face and tits. The woman’s orgasm followed his immediately, manicured nails gripping painfully into his leg as she shuddered. Harrison put his cock head back into her moaning mouth just a bit as she did, and smiled when she greedily sucked at it, waves of ecstasy still shaking her beautiful body.
“You’re something else, you know that?” he said to her. “Better clean yourself up.”
She sighed with a contented smile, and took his offered hand to stand up in the shower stream and rinse his cum off of her skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, pressing her body into his. “How about we don’t leave the room today?” she said in a throaty voice. “I can make you cum as many times as you can get there.”
Harrison did his best not to sigh and roll his eyes. They always wanted him to stay, no matter how many times he told them the night before that he wouldn’t. He really did try to be the least-douchiest version of himself possible, up front and honest about his expectations. But even at this resort, a place set aside for uninhibited and unattached hedonism, he still found the same trappings of the regular world: people who didn’t want to listen when they didn’t like what they heard.
“Afraid that’s not going to work for me, love,” he said. “I’ve told you, today isn’t my day off.”
She gave him an exaggerated, pouty frown that some bloke at some point had found attractive, he was sure, but one that did nothing to change his own feelings about her. The little girl act got old quickly. He didn’t have time for it. “Are you sure you can’t stay?” She nuzzled her face into the side of his.
“I’m sure,” he said with a gentle smile. “Maybe I’ll catch up with you later tonight.” He was lying, but he was good at it, so she only grinned happily and kissed him in response.
He made quick work of the shower after that, getting the smell of sweat and her pussy off his skin. After he stepped out, he carefully picked through the maelstrom of fabric and bedding that was the penthouse suite to find the clothing he had come in with the night before: board shorts, undershirt, button-up, boxer-briefs, sandals.
Through the haze of his memory, he did recall that the night had been wild, but apparently it had been wilder than he remembered, judging by the state of the room. He tried to recall exactly what bar he had met the woman in, and whether it had been he or she who decided they should start hitting the Sambuca. There seemed to be too many bras floating around the room, and in different sizes. Harrison hoped he remembered what that was all about later, because there certainly wasn’t another set of un-bound tits in the room. At least one partner had snuck off before the morning.
She stood in the bathroom doorway in a silk kimono, the robe half-open to tease her luscious body, watching him get dressed. “Maybe dinner?” she tried, as he pulled the second of his sandals on.
Harrison looked over and gave her a half-smile. “We’ll see about that. I’ve got quite a bit on my plate today with work, but thank you again for the smashing evening.” He stood and gave her a peck on the cheek, laying one hand gently on her hip. Before she could turn it into a real embrace, he pulled away and left the penthouse. It wasn’t until the door closed behind him that he finally let out the sigh he’d been holding back.
She was probably going to be trouble, whatever her name was. He should have known better than to drink Sambuca. He always did stupid shit whenever he drank Sambuca. For starters, his finely-tuned ability to detect crazy pussy flew right out the window, and he wound up in the suite of women who would crush his whole vibe for however many days they were supposed to be at the resort.
He decided he would bribe the rest of the staff to make sure he never went for the Sambuca again, no matter what. It would be worth the small fortune it would cost him.
Truthfully, though, he was sure some of them would probably do it simply for the pleasure of denying him something and potentially watching him beg for it. All without the fear of later reprisal for holding it back.
Harrison made his way down the hotel hallway towards the north bank of lifts. It was early enough that most of the guests were still sleeping off their own wild nights and creeping hangovers. In fact, this time of day was probably the quietest the resort ever got. All he could hear was the gentle roar of the ocean tide coming from the open windows at the end of the hallway, and the soft voiceless Muzak playing from hidden speakers overhead. The curtains fluttered in the sea breeze, and suddenly all he could think about was grabbing coffee and getting out in to the fresh ocean air, a certain cure for what was left of his headache.
The lift chimed and he stepped inside the empty car to head down to the first floor lobby. Leaning against the gold bannister, he pulled his phone from his pocket. The battery was nearly dead, but he pulled up his emails anyway, to make sure there were no second-tier emergency alerts from maintenance. After a few spam messages, and more than a few messages from women, he spotted one that made his heart stop.
From: George Moore
Re: the Future
Harrison,
Your mother and I are very pleased to hear your news, though I do wish this had been done over a more personal mode of communication. I’ve decided to put off the acquisition meetings and stop by the resort instead to have a sit down about your new plans. We will see you in a few days.
Harrison blinked, and read the email again. He waited patiently for something to wake him up from his nightmare, but nothing did.
“Um, terribly sorry, can you repeat that?” he said to his phone, as if it would reply. What was his father talking about? What plans, what news? His father hadn’t visited Bali in five years, and that was exactly the way Harrison liked it.
Panicking he pulled up the “sent” emails from his folder. Waiting there at the top of the feed was the original email his father had been replying to, titled “the Future”. A black dread filled Harrison’s gut as he opened it up and slowly recognized his own stupid Sambuca-poisoned words:
Father, I’ve decided you were right, and I want to run the family business in the proper manner you desire. Tell mother I have found my future wife, and she has shown me the kind of future I want. After the wedding, you and I can sit down and talk about the future of the resort.
Harrison
Chapter 2
Clarice
Bali.
Clarice could barely believe how gorgeous the little island paradise looked from the windows of the private jet. It was like a glowing emerald jewel rising from the crystal sea. The sun sparkled on the water so bright that it was like being in a dream. Less than twelve hours ago she had been waiting on a curb in New York in the dark early morning twilight. Now here she was on the other side of the world, cruising high over coral reefs and lush volcanic islands.
Trudy hadn’t been kidding when she said this was going to be the trip of a lifetime.
“See? She’s not even nervous, now,” said Liz from the seat next to Clarice’s. “Champagne fixes everything.” She patted Clarice’s knee with a giggle and gave her a wink.
“I was distracted,” said Clarice, as she turned from the window with a mock angry look. “By the gorgeous view all of you are missing, by the way.”
“But the champagne didn’t hurt, right?” laughed Liz as she sipped at her own glass of bubbly. The girls had been drinking it nonstop, all the way across the glittering blue expanse of the Pacific. Initially in the first-class commercial cabin that had brought them from New York, and now again
, in this small but lavish cruiser meant to take them to their secluded resort. Even though it was so much smaller, the interior of the cabin felt like being inside of a tiny, plush pearl, all cozy and luxurious.
Clarice had to shrug. The morning buzz was nice. “Touché. We are on vacation, I suppose.”
“To be honest, the only view I’m interested in is the view of some beautiful shirtless bros on the beach,” said Sophie from across the narrow aisle. She rapped some knuckles on her window. “Plus, it’s just ocean out here on my side. I can’t see shit.”
“Thanks for this, ladies,” said Clarice with a sigh and a smile. Muscles loosened throughout her body. “Sorry I fought you so hard, but now I think this was a really good idea.”
“Of course, it was my idea,” said Trudy from next to Sophie. Trudy was closer to Clarice than any of the girls, and she leaned forward to meet her best friend’s eyes with a witty smirk. “I know what my girl needs, and girl, you need this.”
The girls had refused to let Clarice participate in any of the planning of the trip. Having known them since high school, she knew there was no point in trying to stop any of them individually — never mind when they all ganged up — and so she tried her best to go with the flow, despite the anxiety in her muscles that just wouldn’t fully fly away.
But it was just a matter of time, she hoped. “Who doesn’t need some time on a beach?” she mused.
“Oh, it’s not just that!” said Sophie in a sing-song voice as she flipped through a leftover magazine. She let out a little squeak when Trudy elbowed her in the shoulder and shushed her.
Clarice narrowed her eyes at all three of them. Liz only averted her eyes and tried not to burst into a smile, but she was too buzzed to pull it off.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Clarice. The way the girls had been giggling amongst each other since they picked her up bright and early this morning, she knew they were up to something. They’d been friends for far too long for shenanigans like that to work. Clarice thought it was adorable that any of them thought they could hide anything from one another anymore.
But knowing something was up and getting it out of them, well, those were two different challenges. This whole trip had been one big mystery. Trudy had only told Clarice when to schedule her vacation with work, and refused to tell her anything more or let her help with the plans. “You need this,” Trudy had said, her hands on Clarice’s shoulders, when Clarice had tried to protest all the unnecessary mystery. “Just trust me.”
“Nothing!” said Sophie, her eyes bright and smiling with the secret. “Only that maybe… they will have… taco carts on the beach? Wouldn’t that be great?”
“Taco carts?” said Clarice with a scoff. “In Indonesia?”
“Hey, this is a global civilization we’re living in,” said Trudy. “I’m sure the Balinese are very cultured on the ways of tacos, enchiladas…”
“Literally none of you are fooling me, you know. I know you’re up to something and I’m going to figure out what the deal is with you bitches,” said Clarice, narrowing her eyes and pointing her finger slowly at all three of them. “Just you wait.”
The girls pursed their lips and exchanged glances, giggles bursting like air bubbles through their closed mouths. Soon all four of them started laughing, too buzzed and high from the travel excitement to contain it. Trudy waved the nice blonde stewardess over for another round of champagne and together they clinked their glasses together.
“To vacation,” said Clarice.
“To the future,” added Trudy.
“To hot men!” said Sophie.
“Hell, I’m just here for the booze,” said Liz with a laugh.
It was a short van ride from the tiny local airport, used mostly by private planes, to the resort that Trudy had found for the trip. The ride itself was stunning as the van wound around the island’s outer curves, hugging the beach where perfect palm trees swayed in the warm Pacific wind. Beautiful tanned bodies mingled in the glittering white sands.
This side of the island was almost nothing but resorts and hotels of varying quality, but it was hard to imagine any spot would be bad in this paradise. The sun shone down in beaming rays that Clarice found hard not to smile into.
“This place is going to be amazing,” Trudy said to the girls, turning around from the passenger seat. “The resort purchased the parcels of land around the buildings so that it’s extra private, plus it preserves the ecology for hikes and such. And we won’t be sharing our beach with anybody who isn’t at our resort.”
Liz whistled softly, watching the green jungle race by her window. “It does sound pretty fancy.”
“Worth every penny,” said Sophie. “They have stores, restaurants, a full-service spa, I can’t wait. Ugh. We’ve been working so hard on the October issue that I haven’t even had time to get a manicure.” She frowned at her nails.
“We all need this,” said Clarice, and she meant it. “I haven’t been on a vacation since…” Since she broke up with Tanner, she was going to say, but she didn’t want to say his stupid name. That it constantly repeated in her head like a tragic Greek chorus was already bad enough. “Well, it’s been a while.”
“This is going to be a new beginning for all of us, ladies,” said Trudy with a triumphant and full sigh from the front seat. “A reset button on the last shitty year.”
“Amen,” said Liz. “I am determined to go one full school year without getting puked on, starting now.”
“Your job sounds so gross,” said Sophie with a squished nose.
Liz opened her mouth to argue, but she shrugged instead. “Nah, you’re right, it is gross.”
Listening to them banter made Clarice extra happy. It seemed like it had been forever since they had all been together on a trip like this. Every minute that passed made her realize how badly she really needed the recharge.
Trudy wasn’t kidding about the privacy of the resort, Clarice discovered. The van had to be led through a patrolled security gate before heading slowly down a smooth paved boulevard, lined with highly manicured foliage and symmetrically planted palm trees. The flowers in bloom were unlike anything Clarice had ever seen, and she could already smell them from the vehicle’s open windows. Sea birds cawed in the distance, and somewhere on the wind, the smell of smoking spiced meat flowed.
Stepping out of the van at the resort lobby was like sensory overload. Warm sunshine and wind, the sound of the ocean, the smell of the fresh island, all of it combined to instantly light up the faces of all four women while they stood together in a gaggle, watching handsome young bellhops collect and organize their luggage. The soft fabric of Clarice’s sundress spun around her legs, as if the place was welcoming her with a warm, sunny embrace.
“Jesus, Sophie,” Liz said, shaking her head. The bellhop was pulling bag number 6 belonging to the fashionista from the back of the van, all in the same gorgeous matching shade of Tiffany blue. “You looking to rent here?”
“Oh hush up, we’re here for a whole week!” said Sophie. “How would it look to anyone who knew me if I didn’t come prepared? I’m not letting some fun little getaway wreck my reputation.”
“Are you expecting a lot of fashion icons to spot you at this private resort, halfway around the world?” laughed Clarice.
“You never know who shows up at these things!” Sophie said, playfully lifting the beautiful curled ends of her stylish bob with her palm.
“I thought the whole point of this place was I didn’t have to be dressed,” said Liz. Almost as soon as the words had left her mouth, she went pale as a ghost, and turned with wide eyes to Clarice.
Clarice froze, blinking at her friends. All of them looked like they had just been caught sneaking booze from their parent’s liquor cabinet.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” asked Clarice, suspicious. “Did you bring me to a nudist colony?”
Trudy laughed just a little, the way she did when she was nervous but had nowhere to hide. “Wel
l, not technically, you see…”
“Don’t ‘technically’ me, missy,” said Clarice. “Your lawyer tricks aren’t going to work. What’s going on, you guys?” She looked around at the gorgeous landscape and few milling people; everyone seemed to be fully dressed and normal looking. “Where the hell did you bring me?”
After a few seconds of tense silence, finally Liz blurted out, “It’s a sex resort, okay? It’s a sex resort, Clarice.”
Clarice’s face flushed with heat and color. The bellhops didn’t even seem to be listening to them, but she was mortified nonetheless, and scooted closer into the group towards her girls. “What the hell? Are you serious? What the heck is a sex resort?”
Trudy was clearly upset her surprise had been blown so crassly. She rolled her eyes. “It’s called a hedonistic resort, Liz, don’t be crass. It’s a place where hot, young, successful single people such as ourselves come to relax and get away and… get laid by other hot, young, successful people. It’s not like you have to have sex, it’s just implied that everyone here is, well… down to clown, as the kids say.”
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