Chapter 5: To The Victor Goes The Spoils
"Look in your upper right dresser drawer," Victor said on the message. "You will find a white sling bathing suit I would like you to wear. You will also find a white t-shirt, which you may wear over the top. You may not wear any shorts or other covering over the bottom. You will also find white heels you must wear. They strap around your ankles. I'm sure you've worn some like them before. There is also a black collar you should put around your neck. Before you get dressed, rub baby oil all over your body and put your nipple rings in. I would like your hair down and you're the same candy red lipstick you wore yesterday. I expect you to follow these directions explicitly and to be at my suite no later than 8 a.m. The door will be open. Knock twice, then come in."
Cori looked at the clock. She had plenty of time, but she couldn't take time to relax like she had hoped. This endless three-day fuck fest was wearing her out. She hoped Victor would take it easy on her today. Not so much the sex part -- she felt like he deserved to get every bit as much as the other two had and maybe more since he had waited the longest for his own day and had been pretty nice to her throughout -- but the activities. Golf, tennis, snorkeling, fishing, not to mention the photo shoots and various public appearances had worn her down. She understood he'd probably want to show her off too, but maybe just a nice quiet dinner or walk on the beach would be nice. Everyone could still see them together without the physical toll of all the other activities.
But, if that's what he wanted, she would go along without complaint. She had one more day to go. It had gone better than she had expected so far and she was determined to not just finish it, but finish it right. She could rest tomorrow. And the next day and several days after that!
She rubbed baby oil all over her body, making her skin look even darker and feel even smoother and softer. She put the nipple rings in -- no chain this time -- and put the sling on. She was surprised to see that this one actually had very wide straps that easily covered her nipples and part of her breasts. The string running between her ass cheeks and up her back was spaghetti thin like most, however and the suit was a little too short, which made it press tightly against her pussy lips, wrapping around them and showing off her camel toe.
She put on the heels -- 4-inch high white ones with straps that circled her ankles and a strap over the top, showing off her toes. The custom-made black collar said "Vic's Bitch" on it -- pretty tame compared to many she had worn -- the words written in shiny silver beads. It was a thin collar, looking more like a choker than some sort of bondage gear.
She put on the t-shirt. It was thin, white with the letters "BJ" in bright red letters on the front and "U" on the back. She wasn't sure why he wanted her to wear this, but she could guess what the "BJ" stood for. Not surprisingly, he had gotten her a small, which was big enough for her shoulders and torso, but didn't allow enough room for her full breasts. So, the t-shirt sort of draped over them, falling just short of her navel. Still, it was more covering than she was used to and it helped make her walk across the resort a little more comfortable.
She knocked on his door twice, then entered just as she'd been told. She looked around, expecting to see him waiting for her, but he wasn't in the living area or kitchen. She admired the décor, which was elegant and classy. She went into the bedroom, figuring he'd be laying there with a hard-on. Not there either. She looked in the bathroom, but there was no sign of him. She looked out on the balcony and he wasn't there either. She was starting to get worried. Had something happened to him? Had she misunderstood the directions? Or was someone else waiting for her, ready to jump out? She walked back into the living room, intent on leaving and going back to her suite to call him from there. Then, she noticed the note on the TV.
"Cori, play the DVD," was all it said. She looked on the sofa table and saw a DVD with "Cori" written on the disc. She put it in the DVD player and hit play. She found a towel and put it on the soft leather sofa before she sat down so she wouldn't get baby oil all over it.
She watched the screen and Victor's face appeared. She noticed that it was night time and that he was wearing the same clothes as he had been yesterday and figured he must have taped this last night. Probably with Sam's help.
"Good morning, Cori," Victor smiled into the camera. "I can't wait for our day. It's going to be a lot of fun. And I have a big surprise for you that I think you'll like. I know this is probably a kind of scary way to start the day, but I assure you I will see you very soon and that you will not be harmed in any way. This is a role play and you've shown so far that you're excellent at playing your role.
"I want you to take off your t-shirt and go to the third suite from here -- 415 -- and knock on the door," Victor continued. "The man who stays there is named Barry Coffman and he's usually there alone even though he's always bragging about these hot women he claims to have back in Colorado. I know he's here this week because I saw him yesterday. He doesn't know about this role play, so he won't know you're coming or why you're there. But you'll tell him that you're looking for me. Show him the collar and tell him you're lost. When he tries to tell you where to go, insist -- beg if you have to -- that he bring you to my place. You're hopelessly lost, tragically naïve and ditzy and all you want to do is find your man whom you're sure is suffering with a big old hard-on, waiting for you."
Victor chuckled and Cori laughed too. Unbelievable, she thought. And yet, she knew he really expected her to do this. She knew that somehow he probably had cameras rigged up along the path between the suites to capture the action, 1) to make sure she did as instructed and 2) to have a record of his fantasy brought to life.
"On the way back, you will slip and fall. You won't hurt yourself, but you'll knock the straps off her tits. You'll pretend not to notice. We'll see if he lets it go or tells you. If he tells you, ask him to put them back for you. If he doesn't just make sure he gets a good eyeful. You'll also bend over at least once to adjust the strap on your ankle. Make sure he's behind you when you do this.
"When you get back here, just stay in character. I don't want to ruin the surprise, but you'll know what to do when the time comes. It won't happen, but if he tries to pull anything, don't worry. I'll be watching. You won't be harmed by him, me or anyone else.
"Now, take off that t-shirt, tweak your nipples and go to work."
Cori shut off the DVD and took off the t-shirt, folding it and leaving it on the couch. She pulled the straps of the sling to the sides of her breasts and pulled and rubbed her nipples and the rings, making sure they were hard, pointing out visibly under the suit. She put the straps back in place and walked out the door and down the path. The grounds here were immaculate and there was a lot of landscaping. These suites had a lot of space in between them, allowing for privacy for each of these rich residents. Her heels clacked on the sidewalk as she strode past the first two suites, finally coming to 415.
She took a deep breath and stepped to the door, knocking softly. After a moment, a man came to the door. She assumed it was Barry Coffman, but didn't dare ask for fear of blowing her cover. Instead, she smiled at him, pretending not to notice him check her out. He appeared to be in his 40s, medium height with dark brown hair, brown eyes and a broad, toothy smile. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and some flip flops. He had a broad chest with lots of hair and a bit of pot belly that suggested he'd probably had a few too many beers in his day.
"Well, good morning young lady," he grinned. "Care to come in?"
Come in? Wow, this guy was something else. "Uh, no, I don't think so," Cori said, using her best bubbly girl voice. "I need to find Victor Jones' suite. Do you know where it is?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure," Coffman said. "Why don't you come inside and we'll see if I have his number anywhere."
"Really?" Cori asked, schoolgirl-like, "Well, gee, I don't know. He told me to come right to his suite. He said it was an emergency. He had to have to have me there right now. Oh, I'm supposed to be there! See?" She pointed to the collar, showing him that she was "Vic's Bitch."
"So, you're Victor's bitch, huh?" Coffman sneered. "Looks like his luck is finally looking up. If you're his bitch, shouldn't you know where his suite is?"
"Well, I've been there before," Cori stammered, quickly making up an excuse, "but he likes to blindfold me sometimes and a lot of times it's late at night. I just can't remember the number and these places all look the same in the daytime."
"He blindfolds you?"
