Prologue
The Board of Directors meeting was going well and winding down. The financial reports and Old Business items had been reviewed. Revenues had been increasing, along with modest cost aggregation, but profits were exploding. The last item for New Business was a proposal to develop other offshore venues for exotic, as well as erotic, excursions. There were three potential venues: a Mountain Ski Lodge, a Desert Dude Ranch and a Tropical Island get-away.
A motion was made to commission Total Woman Security to send investigative teams to survey available venues and report back on viable options for development. There was a second and unanimous 'ayes'. The meeting was adjourned.
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Present Day
The scarab was anchored in the aqua blue bay. Joan and Mack were prepping the Zodiac for its run to shore. The beach of this secluded Caribbean cove was ringed with coral white sand. This was their third and final investigation. The previous sites had proven to be either too cold or too hot during their useable seasons or unable to handle year-round outdoor activities due to the weather vagaries.
The tropical island theme would appear to meet the year round climate flexibility demanded by the wealthy, business-laden patrons that Total Woman Excursions catered to. Joan and Mack would study the island's attractions and its beneficial advantages of security and seclusion.
Securing the yacht, they tooled across the clear expanse of water to shore. They could see the owner of the plantation-house-turned-resort standing on the beach. Three young ladies stood nearby. The investigative team ran the boat up on the sand as the three women dashed in the water and helped haul the craft higher on the shore.
Mack and Joan alighted and shook hands with their presumed host, a Hispanic man in white pants, sandals, Panama hat and floral tropical shirt. They introduced themselves and inquired if he was Paulo, their contact on the island.
"Yes, I am Paulo and these are my nieces: Solei, Luna and Estela. They provide the ambiance for the few visitors we still get. They are very good at warm welcomes."
Mack eyed the three Hispanic beauties. Either Paulo's family had incredible genes or Paulo had an incredible eye for picking 'nieces'. Mack looked forward to getting warm welcomes from any or all of them. He kept his eyes on the females as he addressed Paulo in an aside voice.
"I hope we can report favorably on your property. I like what I see so far."
The bikini clad milk chocolate trio was checking Mack right back. They smiled brightly, wondering which of them Mack would choose first when the time came for warm welcomes. More likely, Uncle Paulo would decide for them.
Paulo followed Mack's obvious stare. This was the partnership he needed. The family oriented themes of other nearby resorts were a losing proposition with air travel encumbered by terror activity and economic recession. Paulo wanted to rebrand this island resort to cater to wealthier lifestyles. He winked at his hotel staff.
"From the discussions I have had with your investment sponsors, this resort should be just what you're looking for. The jungle is alive with exotic flora and fauna, the weather and sea are refreshing. We have real seclusion from neighbors which provides security and privacy for discriminating guests.
Mack continued his relaxed ogling of the island women, his inattention to Paulo prompting the facility owner's continued sales pitch.
"My nieces and I intend to give you an extensive tour of our all-inclusive vacation packages. We want you to forward a good report to your bosses. No requests or requirements are too much to ask. We will gratify your every need."
Mack liked the sound of that. Joan wondered if she would get as much accommodation. Mack was her work partner and security colleague but he was also her assignment mission sex mate. It would be a long week for her if Mack was constantly tapped out by this bevy of beauties.
The girls hoisted the valises and carried them to the residential lodges while Paulo escorted Mack and Joan to his office. Along the way he pointed out portions of the facilities as they passed. The grounds were modestly landscaped with tropical flora and the structures were sound but showed the nattiness and wear of delayed maintenance.
In Paulo's office, they chit-chatted about this and that, getting more acquainted. Finally Paulo brought the subject around to a tour of the facilities and grounds.
"I highly recommend that you take separate tours. Two people see things differently and you can compare and combine notes for your report."
Mack and Joan concurred. Paulo paged one of his nieces. Joan and Paulo would look over the books and discuss finances while Mack got the first round of inspection tours.
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Solei preceded Mack through the rear doors onto the landscaped and sculpted pool area. Mack was entranced by the combination of bobbing bikini ass cheeks that were swished by the tips of ass length wavy brown hair.
Solei chattered the standard lines in her island accented Spanglish. She pointed out the lounges and umbrella tables surrounding a clear Olympic sized swimming pool. Cleverly arranged hedges and floral draped screens gave the large area a cozier feel by creating alcoves and little divided nooks. A cascade of decorative waterfalls curtained the far corner of the pool. The falling water gave the air a fresh, moist flavor and a soothing background white noise.
Mack followed Solei's mesmerizing backside wherever she led. She led him to the waterfalls. There were steps built into the pool that disappeared under the waterfall. Solei turned to give Mack a 'come hither' look, kicked off her sandals and then descended the steps, passing through the cascading sheet and out of sight.
Mack waited for her to emerge but waited in vain. Finally, he went down through the water curtain after her. Solei stood soaking wet, facing him from the middle of a huge artificial grotto. She was tilted sideways, wringing the water from her drenched hair. She looked up and laughed.
"So.., you finally follow me into grotto. We very like this place" she shouted in Spanglish.
Mack looked around. The walls glowed with an internal luster. The grotto was built with small caves and caverns along the walls, another nod to a sense of discretion and privacy for multiple parties of occupants. The water fall provided a sound deadening reverberation that kept sounds from mixing between the private areas.
Mack smoothed a hand over the rock wall and discovered it was covered with thick translucent foam, providing a water-resistant cushion and illumination diffuser all in one material. The glow came from pastel toned LED light spilling through from underneath. He was walking barefoot on a floor of the same texture. The fluid sound, soft light and moist atmosphere made it feel like a glowing maternal womb. He only felt this peace decades ago as a trusting toddler in his mother's arms before bravely breaking away into a scary world.
Mack moved along the exterior walls. The alcoves were randomly formed, each offering a different configuration. There were hollows shaped as arm chairs, pedestals and stools, broad benches and platforms. Every surface was coated with the soft, gently-lit foam.
Mack sat on a long bench in one space and Solei came to join him. He closed his eyes and, for a moment, the warm moist air with the white sound cleared his mind of worries. He entered a twilight sleep and day dreamed.
Someone was removing his tee-shirt and shorts. Mack perceived himself laid along the bench, comfortably resting with his hands behind his head and feet propped up. His penis was moving about gently, a rough texture making swipes along the length. There was a growing pressure. Something heavy but soft laid over him and his cock was surrounded by wetness. He dreamed that a masseuse was rubbing his chest with warm cushiony sponge balls. The air took on a minty scent. Suddenly his thighs and abdomen cramped and relaxed.
Mack made a dream note to tell the TWS Mission Surgeon about those cramps just in case it was a sign of overwork or some other stress related influence. The masseuse started in again. He hoped she would work those cramps in his retightening thighs. She seemed to be rubbing his hips and stomach instead. Then the sharp tension rolled and passed away again.
Mack felt drops of water wet his cheeks. He came out of the dream state and opened his eyes. There was a blurred image of a woman, Solei he remembered, staring down at him. Sweat covered her face and dripped onto his. His clearing vision told him she was smiling. She dipped down, kissed his lips and braced up on her hands.
