CHAPTER 2: POTENTIAL
After having been fucked by the biggest cock I had ever imagined, Mr. Tillman ... Don ... led me to the room where I would be staying. Before I came, he had told me to pack for two nights and that the dress code at the resort was very casual. Very casual was an understatement. Perhaps as a test of judging my story about the research mix up, he had me undress in his office while talking about any possible potential and then fucked me on his office desk. Gloriously fucked me to two orgasms. All that had happened without a real hint or suggestion of something for me at the resort.
Almost as if leading me to the room I would be using for the next two nights was another part of the tour, he informed me that only managers and supervisors lived on the resort grounds and all the other staff lived on the nearby islands. The room I would be using was not currently being used. I couldn't imagine that any job I might possibly be able to land at the resort would be supervisor level, much less manager. I had never considered my living arrangements at the low pay I was already anticipating if there was any opportunity at all.
We were going to have dinner at 6:00 PM in the resort restaurant. It was nearly 5:00 when I arrived at the room and unpacked my backpack. Although I had put my dress back on, I had decided against the bra and panties. After slipping the dress off once I was alone in the room, I slipped a hand between my legs. The amount of cum I was leaking seemed impossible but the memory coming back to me was a sense of him cumming in thick ropes over and over and over. I had thought it might merely have been my sex-dazed mind but removing my hand several fingers were coated with it. I raised my fingers to my lips and licked, then sucked them. My body began firing all over again.
I showered and considered the limited items I had packed that would fit in a single backpack. That was when there was a knock on the door. I checked the time: 5:35 PM. Still naked after the shower, I cracked the door while standing behind it. Don. Still not used to the exhibitionism of the resort, I forced myself to step from behind the door.
"Hi," I ventured, not knowing why he was early. "You're early."
He smiled. He was dressed in the same outfit. After his eyes made a casual tour of my exposed body, "I thought maybe you might be questioning what to wear to dinner."
I nodded. "I was just looking over my meager options. I didn't know if it should be the dress or shorts and a top."
I hadn't noticed before that his hand was behind his body. He brought it out, "Neither," he said. "We have details we need to discuss if we are to determine if there is any opportunity here for you. One will be what opportunities might be realistic. Another is your dress code while here. We'll discuss it during dinner." He turned but stopped. "And, Beth, nothing underneath."
While he spoke those few words about dinner and discussion, I had been staring at the garment he handed me. It was a very sheer baby-doll negligee. I closed the door after he left and held the garment up. I could see hazy details of the wall through it. The same would be true of me.
At 6:00 o'clock there was another knock at the door, this one expected. I opened the door to find Don, of course. He smiled looking at me. I was still adjusting to how I was going to be exposed in a public setting. It even occurred to me that being exposed this much around a pool or beach would be different. Dinner in a restaurant? I remembered, though, that guests were likely to be similarly exposed but in their cases by choice. But, it wasn't merely the sheerness of the negligee. After I put it on and stood before the mirror ... it wasn't solid fabric that slipped over the head but fastened at one place just below the breasts. While standing still my pussy was barely visible in the gap of the material, never mind the sheerness of the material. When I stepped, though, the gown parted and flowed to the sides fully exposing my lower body. The bodice provided no support and my nipples were clearly visible underneath.
I had decided Don was still testing me and that one moment of nakedness in his office and being fucked there was not the end of it. It was becoming clear: if he was to allow me to use his resort for employment and access to regular sexual encounters, he was going to set the rules. This wing of rooms was part of the administration building. The guest rooms were in two separate L-shaped buildings enclosing three sides of the pool area. The open side was to the nearby beach. Cottages, more expense and somewhat private, were strung out along the beach front. The restaurant, club, and guest services including a shop was another building. To get to the restaurant, we were walking outside between the buildings. The constant light breeze off the Caribbean opened the negligee exposing me frequently. This was what he wanted, I presumed, so I didn't try to control the gown. Whatever the rules would be, they would be the price of my being here.
"Good evening, Mr. Tillman," the young hostess said on our arrival. She was dressed much like the women at the reception counter: bikini tops, sheer wrap around the waist, and a bright yellow thong underneath. Around her neck was a short chain with a name tag attached: Maria. I suspected there were a number of Marias at the resort.
He asked for a table in the middle. I assumed it was for maximum exposure of me. I think there would be a lot to get used to. I felt that exposure, too. Walking through the tables already filled with guests, we both attracted attention: him for being dressed but in a resort polo shirt and me nearly naked with him, and though most of the female guests were similarly exposed they all had thongs or panties on.
We ordered drinks, then he began, "This is what it would be like, Beth. If we work something out, you will be an outlier as far as employees go. You will report to me and me alone. I will expose you like this and I will use you and your body. You will be free to pursue men, but I will also direct you to other men at my discretion. They may be guests, employees, or others. Without details, is this what you want, what you are willing to accept to fight your desires?"
It was certainly more than I might have considered. True, though, I hadn't really considered what I was doing here, what being here for my relief might mean as a cost, what the trade-off might be. What he was suggesting ... no, what he was laying out to me ... was that he would take control. I would get my relief but I would also surrender much to him in return. Was I willing to accept that? Surprisingly, given the physical and psychological demand for relief I was increasingly feeling, what he was laying out to me wasn't nearly as intimating as I might have expected. No, it was plenty intimidating but weighed on a scale opposite the burden of my new existence, it felt like a price I had to pay.
I took a gulp of the bourbon he had ordered for us and I felt the warm burn down my throat. I looked up at him. His eyes weren't on my face but my breasts clearly visible through the gown. Then he looked at my eyes. I nodded to him, "This should be humiliating and intimidating and ... and it is... but ... I will accept anything, Don." Anything? What's happening, I wondered? I was now surrendering to give whatever was necessary? It was like some switch inside me had been moved. Was my desire, my need, so strong; or, was there other aspects to that drug that company hadn't even anticipated? I fully understood what he was saying, what I would be taking on, but my compliance seemed to come so easily.
He smiled, "We'll test that, Beth. Tonight and tomorrow. We'll see about that." I shivered visibly and that brought a smile to his face. Whatever the testing might be brought excitement and nervousness. What the long-term from the drug had brought a feeling of hopefulness. As crazy as it sounded, sex was what I needed and if relinquishing some control could give it to me, it now seemed worth it. Wasn't that what I wanted? What I needed? Wasn't that why I came here on a blind hope?
Throughout dinner, which was quite good, he shared more about the resort than any thoughts about me at the resort. He said they marketed directly to the fantasy of black men and white women. The most explicit efforts were on other websites, forums, and discussion sites that also related to that image. Interestingly, many black men came in the hopes of encountering white women looking for a black experience. White single women and couples came to the resort for the same thing but more seemed to enjoy the atmosphere more than actually living the experience. One of the challenges they toyed with was how to create a more active scene.
"I have discussed your situation with our marketing director, Beth. Understand, we have not had much time to consider your situation and the potential of you being here or not. But, in the limited time available, he seems to have some ideas and that is what he is considering tonight or he could have been here. I want him to join us tomorrow morning to discuss some of his ideas." He paused and I watched him. I could see he was weighing taking a bolder step in the conversation. "There might be potential for you, Beth, but it is too early to express too much. But, I have ideas of how you could be useful for showing appreciation to the staff as possibly an incentive or bonus situation." He was watching me closely as he shared that. Clearly, he seemed to be almost thinking out loud and maybe still testing what I was willing to accept.
"Don," I interrupted him.
"Yes, Beth," he replied with a smile. I almost thought he might be trying to scare me, to intimidate me, and certainly to test my willingness.
"I had no idea what I was expecting when I came down here. I had no concept of how any arrangement might work in a practical way. It was crazy when I contacted you. All I was doing was grasping at an idea that woman presented to me as a possible outlet. It was crazy when you responded to me. It was crazy that I came down here and that we are talking about any potential. It was crazy that I so easily undressed in your office and then eagerly got fucked by you. It is crazy that I am sitting having dinner with you wearing only a sheer baby-doll. Yet, here we are still talking about it."
"What are you saying, Beth?"
"I am saying that for this small town girl from Illinois this is crazy to consider and act on but it is still the best solution to my problem. You don't need to try to scare me. I am prepared to accept whatever demands you put on me." Remembering what the mystery woman said, this could be at least a couple years under his rules. "I admit that I am scared. I am scared beyond belief of what might happen to me if ... if I don't have something ... someone ... what happens to someone who has such a high sex drive they can't control it? What becomes of that person? I can't imagine what might become of me." I looked intently at him. My current nakedness didn't matter. That I might continue to be naked into the future didn't matter. That I might be controlled and fucked and given to others to fuck didn't matter. "And, yes, I am scared about what might be required of me by staying here. The things you said ... they aren't me. But, I am not me, any longer. But do I have a real choice? That's the choice I have: scared of not being here and scare of what being here means. My real choice is what scares me the least. All I would ask if I were to be here," I blurted out, "is that I be safe from harm."
He stared at me for a long time. Then he surprised me. He reached across the table that had been cleared as we had after dinner coffee. He took my hand and squeezed it. "Wow," he said. "Now I believe you, Beth. Yes, this is crazy and what happened to you is still unbelievable. But I do believe. We have a lot to talk about tomorrow, but if you were to remain here, we would do everything we can so you will be safe."
