====== DAY TWO =====
I woke late the next morning, with daylight streaming through my window. My girls were gone, and when I looked at the time I saw why; I had slept until about ten-thirty, and they were on their break.
I lay in bed for a while, thinking about the incredible experience I'd had the night before. I'd had threesomes before, but they had always been rushed due to time constraints and I'd never been able to relax and enjoy it properly. Trina and Candi had been the best I'd ever had. I felt myself getting hard again as I thought of how hot they had looked kissing and touching each other, and actually shivered as I remembered that this was only the beginning - I still had a whole week to go!
I threw on my robe and walked out on the balcony, and saw a couple of the other guests relaxing poolside. I was hungry and felt like I could use a dip, so slipped on my swimsuit and went down to join them. I was greeted in the lobby by Samantha.
"Good morning!" she said brightly. "How was your first night with us?"
"Exhilarating," I said sincerely. "Though seven more like it might kill me."
Samantha laughed. "We hear that from a lot of our new customers. Just remember that it's you who sets to pace. If you need a quiet evening during your stay, our companions are well-skilled in massage and relaxation therapy. Trina can provide whatever service you need to make your stay comfortable."
I glanced at my watch. "Where will I meet her when her break is over?"
"Actually, she asked if she could take her extra hour at eleven and extend her break time," Samantha said. "She didn't honestly think you would be awake yet. But I could tell her you're ready to see her now, of course."
"No, actually that works out very well," I said. "I'm just going to have a quick bite anyway, and she's more than earned a little rest. One thing, though... Trina and Candi were so good to me last night, and I want to express my appreciation properly, but I don't like having to talk about money with the, er, escorts; it kind of spoils the illusion. So, maybe I could have a tip for each of them charged to my room today, and set it up so that each morning the girls I spend my night with are given a similar bonus, unless I call and make other arrangements?"
"Certainly, Xavier. It's very thoughtful of you to appreciate our girls in this way. What amount would you like to tip?"
"Two hundred each, for the duration of my stay, unless I call the night before and indicate otherwise. Oh, and another twenty-five daily for the cleaning staff."
The smile on Samantha's face told me that I had named a proper amount. "I'm sure the girls will be very happy to serve such a generous guest, Xavier. I'll need you to sign a paper authorizing the charges, and if you ever want to change the amount you can do so with a phone call."
We took care of the paperwork, and although I couldn't help but feel the sting of what would eventually be about four thousand dollars leaving my pocket, I knew that the girls would show me their gratitude. Besides, I had decided from moment one that if I were going to do this little vacation, I was going to do it in style and with caution thrown to the winds. "Now, this might sound strange," I said, "but I'd really like to maintain the illusion that money isn't even involved here. Could you please ask the girls not to mention their tips, even to say thank you?"
"Of course," Samantha said as I signed the form. "Many guests make that very request. Trust me, the girls will show their gratitude in deeds, not words. I'll let Trina know you're at the pool when she comes out. Have a very pleasant afternoon!"
I headed out to the pool, feeling a little self-conscious again as I came into the view of the other guests. It felt strange to be in a place where we all had shared a wild sex experience the night before, and with that being the only thing we had in common I wondered if I would be expected to talk about it. I didn't feel comfortable with that, really - I preferred to be more discreet with my fantasies.
Obviously, not all of us shared that reluctance, as I saw Brad lying in his lounge chair with one of his ladies straddling him, letting him openly fondle her breasts. It might have been my imagination, but her smile looked a little forced, and it made me even more uncomfortable. I hoped that Trina and Candi weren't feeling similarly put out, and though I knew they were all having sex for money and not pleasure, I wanted to think that I was one of their better clients.
I settled down, ordered some light breakfast from the poolside waitress, and let the sun warm my skin.
"Hey there, gorgeous," said a familiar voice.
I squinted up into the bright blue sky, most of which was blocked by a fine figure that I had come to know well in a short time, wearing a black and white bikini that covered very little. "Candi," I said with a smile. "I didn't expect to see you so soon."
"Well, I was a little worried about you, honestly," she said as she sat down beside me. "I tripped over the champagne bucket this morning on the way out of your room, and you didn't even stir. You must have been really worn out."
"What can I say, you girls are pretty wild." I lowered my voice. "I hope I behaved appropriately. This is all pretty new to me, and I don't want to be the guy that all the women remember as the Jerk."
"You're sweet," Candi said. "Don't even concern yourself, you were fine. Actually, I came over here to offer you a little lotion. Believe me, the last thing you want is to get sunburned and end up unable to stand being touched."
I wholeheartedly agreed, and sat up to let Candi apply lotion to my back. Her hands were soft and obviously trained in the art of massage, and I felt myself wanting to drift back off to sleep under her touch. Right about when Candi finished up my legs, the waitress arrived with my breakfast.
"All done," Candi said. "You're ready for a day in the sun, sweetie."
"Thank you very much," I said. "Would you care to join me for breakfast?"
Candi shook her head. "No, I have an appointment in the spa," she said. "But I'm sure I'll see you around. You and Trina have fun today, all right?"
She got up, blew me a kiss, and walked off toward one of the other buildings. I found myself wondering who she would be pleasing next, and felt an irrational twinge of jealousy. Of course these women were professionals; they had served other clients before me and would do so after me, without any more serious emotion than possible satisfaction of a job well done - or disgust at a client's obnoxious behavior. I had no business feeling possessive or jealous, particularly in light of the fact that the only person who really had a right to feel that way was a thousand miles away, under the impression that her husband was attending a computer class.
I glanced over at Brad, who had finally stopped fondling his date's tits so that she could rub his feet instead. I wondered briefly if I should just let my own marriage go the way he had. He seemed thrilled with his newfound freedom, obviously, and if he had any regrets then he was hiding them pretty well. But the idea lasted only a short time in my head before turning unpalatably sour. I didn't want to leave my wife; I genuinely loved her. I just wanted her to want me like these women did; or at least, like they pretended to.
"Hey, why don't you go get me a beer, sexy thing?" Brad asked his companion. She smiled and rose to comply, but when he wasn't looking she let her mask fall for just a moment and fixed him with an icy glare. Obviously, she despised him. Once again I hoped that neither Trina nor Candi felt something like that about me, and decided to see to it that they wouldn't. I would be a gracious and courteous guest, one that they would be happy to serve.
"Great place, huh?" Brad said to me as his escort walked away. "Damn, I haven't had a fuck like that in years. Gettin' divorced was the best fuckin' thing I ever did. You ought to try it sometime."
"Not if I can help it," I said, not really wanting to converse with Brad but seeing no way out of it.
"Believe me, pal, I've been there and done that with the sneaking around thing. You'll spend half your time wondering when you'll get caught. It ain't worth it. Just cut her loose."
I was bothered by his words, partly because I
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