CHAPTER 9A: THE RESORT CLIENT
"I wouldn't have thought this would fit into our normal client niche," Marie commented. The resource group, consisting of Todd, Cindy, and herself, was gathered in Pam Benson's office. They had just concluded a conference call with the owner and General Manager of Black Beach Club Resort which was a smallish resort on a smallish island among the many in the Caribbean.
"Definitely not," Ms. Benson confirmed. "Surprising the reach Joe Cornell's name has. I asked the same question and was told he made a search, talked to different people, and we were one group highly recommended for the type of discrete help he needed." She looked past her desk at the small group assembled before her. Todd, a very capable recruiter, and HR Specialist; Cindy, a conflict management specialist; and, Marie, her Executive Assistant. Including her, three women, and Todd. Including her, three naked women, and Todd. Poor Todd. The first weeks had been rough on him. In the best way possible perhaps, though. There were seven naked women in the office and three of them were in his small group. No matter who he turned to work with or consult with he was faced with bare breasts and shaved pussies. He managed admirably, though, and proved to have impressive recovery.
"Joe encouraged me to stretch our consideration beyond our normal manufacturing expertise. And, when it came down to it, there were very few firms who were willing to touch a situation like this. I've talked with Gerald Olsen (the firm's attorney on retainer) and he'd added additional protection in the proposal and contract language." She paused, looking at her desktop, considering once more how they might proceed with this client. When she looked up, she found Todd's eyes riveted on her chest. She followed his eyes to see her nipples erect. She smiled. She then looked at the breasts of the other two women and found the same condition. They might act like it is normal to be naked in the office every day, but it isn't. Doing normal work, engaging with clients by email and phone, meeting with office associates, interacting with clothed men, and the erotic sounds frequently carried over partition walls and through open office doors while being naked was very much not normal even for them, and even after time had passed in the experience. It was erotic. They were professional and dedicated and they all did good work. But, it was very definitely very erotic. And, it didn't matter that she was a full partner of the firm. She was just like the other women in the office. She enjoyed the eroticism of exhibitionism, the fucking, and sucking cock and pussy.
She took a deep breath, partially to calm herself and also to refocus her thoughts. "Clyde Martin, the owner and manager, understands why his request received so little interest and why this will be difficult. This isn't going to be the normal effort by us helping with human resource policy and recruitment strategy and targeting." She looked at the two women who seemed noticeably nervous. "Are you familiar with the Bar Rescue TV series? That's the approach we'll need here."
There was a reason why the request for proposals from Black Beach Club Resort received so little interest and why Ms. Benson had also been hesitant but encouraged by Mr. Cornell. Although the firm was established with specific expertise to assist manufacturing companies, the internal make-up of the firm lent a unique element... expertise... to consider this. She considered that but only after meeting with her team did she relent and submit a carefully outlined proposal.
Black Beach Club Resort was the only resort on a small island in the Caribbean containing a proportionately small town for support. The island was too small even for an airport for small planes so all visitors came by boat as did all necessary supplies for the island. The closest supporting island was about five miles away. It wasn't the size or isolation that caused concern, though, it was the marketing strategy of the resort. Black Beach Club Resort was intentional in its naming. Turned into an acronym, the resort was called BBC Resort and that was the marketing. The target clientele was white women and black men. The resort advertised on porn sites, swinger sites, and innuendo wherever else they could get away with it. The resort felt there was a niche for providing a place to accommodate the white and black fantasy lived out at an island location. They didn't specifically advertise that women would find an abundance of big black cock but she was told there usually was enough.
A deep dive into their financials showed they had been effective, too. It was a small market but it was a small resort. They didn't worry about providing the fanciest restaurant or clubbing experience. They had a restaurant and they had a club but the real experience was independent of the quality of those venues. The white women seeking the 'black cock' experience and black men willing to provide it found the resort in sufficient numbers to make the resort quite profitable. Until the recent quarterly results.
The recent results indicated a down-turn that was reflective of a slowing of incoming guests. Really, it was a slowing of incoming white female guests. Some women normally came as singles or together and some came as couples which may also reflect the fantasy of guys wanting their wives and girlfriends with other men. Their search indicated that the group not showing up in regular numbers were the single women and women coming together. Puzzled, they did a deep search on the internet to find an increasing number of reviews of the resort indicating that women have problems with men. They didn't feel safe.
"That's where 'Bar Rescue' comes in," Ms. Benson said while looking at Marie and Cindy. "We talked about this but you can back out. There would be no problem for me or Joe. We know this is asking a lot." The two younger women shared a look, a shrug, and a smile. Ms. Benson leaned forward, her forearms on the desktop. Todd loved this part when her mature C-cup breast hung down slightly. "As we talked, something is going on down there. The women seemed reluctant to say anything to management which might indicate this is not random but targeting. The only thing we can think is to send in undercover female guests."
Todd spoke up, "Maybe I should go down there, too. I could be a boyfriend or something."
Ms. Benson shook her head. "Thanks, Todd, and we all share your concern. The thing is that none of the women submitting bad reviews were with husbands or boyfriends." He nodded but both Marie and Cindy reached to stroke his arms in thanks.
"Any more words of wisdom, boss?" Marie asked.
"Sorry... I have no experience here. You're going to have to develop a plan on the fly. Just be safe." She slid across the desk two envelopes. They contain flights, resort bookings, and itineraries. "Clyde Martin will make contact with you but it should always be discrete. You'll just be two young women on a vacation to experience fantasies."
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"Ms. Jensen, Ms. Morgan... welcome!" The young woman behind the reservation desk bubbled out the greeting after checking the passport of each of them. After clicking on the keyboard with her long fingernails, "I see you are booked into our suite for the next 5 nights. Your stay includes all the amenities, I see." She looked up and smiled. The two weren't aware of that but assumed Mr. Martin was taking care of them. The young woman behind the counter was dark-skinned from the islands with an interesting accent. Her hair was black and long. The uniform consisted of a white pullover top and a light blue skirt that fit her very well.
Marie and Cindy were handed room key cards and an elastic band with a fob attached. Much easier than carrying around the key card. She giggled, "Some of the bikinis don't cover much and a key card is difficult. Besides, the beach and pool are clothing-optional." She gave a wink. That detail Marie and Cindy were aware of and were looking forward to. Naked outside.
The resort's main building was laid out with two wings angled to the right and left with another shorter wing bisecting them. In the center, where all the wings joined was where the offices, restaurant, shops, and club were located. The rules were simple: no nudity in the public areas of the building or the front of the building open to the public. The pool, beach, and open areas in the back and between the wings were clothing optional. The wing bisecting the rest of the rooms contained the large suites which are where Marie and Cindy were pointed. The suite they were given was at the end with open access to the pool area and beach.
They had unpacked and stowed their suitcases in the back of the closet when there was a knock on the door. Cindy checked through the peep-hole, then opened the door to find a tall, well-toned black man wearing a pull-over shirt with the resort emblem on the left breast. He was holding a tall basket of goodies in his two hands.
"Welcome to Black Beach Club Resort, ladies," he said as he brought the basket in and placed it on the small table next to the sliding patio door facing the pool and beach in the near distance. Both Marie and Cindy took the man to be one of the employees. Instead, "I found an excuse to offer to bring this welcome basket to you personally." He held out his hand, "Clyde Martin," he said by way of introduction. The women smiled and introduced themselves. "Yes," he continued, "Pam Benson sent your pictures. I really appreciate your firm being willing to do this. When Pam outlined the approach you were going to take... I admit I was surprised."
Marie and Cindy shared an understanding look and smile. Marie responded, "I suppose. We didn't know any other way to... uh, mmmm... get exposed to the problem."
He looked with skepticism at the two young women he knew were associated with a well-respected consulting firm. "Are you sure you're up to this? I mean..."
Cindy checked with Marie simply by looking, received the affirming nod she was expecting, and the two of them stepped the short distance to press their bodies into him on either side. "Tell us, Mr. Martin, how does the... mmmm... black experience here work?"
He hesitated, nerves and uncertainty now clearly evident. Were they implying something from him or merely seeking information for use later? "Simple, really. I suppose it's like any hook-up situation except more obvious and intentional. Guests want sex... black and white in particular so there is not much subtlety. It's supposed to be all consensual but that is why you are here, right? It seems sometimes it is not."
"And what about employees?" Marie asked as her hand smoothed over his shirt, feeling his toned chest and abs.
He sucked in a breath. He wasn't expecting this, though he didn't know what to expect from professional women accepting an assignment like this. Both women were stroking his chest and stomach down to his belt. He was aroused. Both women were beautiful and their vacation shorts and tops showed fit bodies. If they stroked any further down, they would know just how aroused he was and he wasn't sure if that would be professional for him.
