CHAPTER 8: ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY
When I returned to my room after yet another wonderful day as the Black Isle Resort slut, I mused about my current life. The 'accident' that had occurred in the blind testing I had volunteered for had originally seemed to be devastating. Point in fact, it had been devastating until I found the unexpected support I desperately needed in the management group of Black Isle Resort. Since coming here, my life had become wonderfully simple and more wonderfully pleasurable.
I was able to fuck my way through my days and many nights. Thomas, the resort security manager, had become someone I truly enjoyed being with even if it didn't include his 12-inch cock pounding away at my pussy or ass or throat. Yes, I found his cock and fucking style amazing but the man himself was equally amazing. Thomas was a puzzle for me. Could a woman who fucked the black male guests as her role at the resort really find a meaningful relationship? Was what I was feeling real or merely the wishful imagining of a woman otherwise consumed with sex?
As had been happening lately, that was what I had been thinking about when I noticed the persistent blinking light on the landline phone. I dropped the sheer wrap onto the bed. A sheer wrap tied at my waist was the most clothing I had worn in a month, at least. It was only an illusion of being covered and that only seemed to be used when in the dining room or the management offices. Otherwise, I was often fully naked. My entire body was an even tan. I needed a shower. Badly needed a shower, but I picked up the phone and pressed the button for messages.
"Beth, this is Margaret. If you get this message before I leave for the day, could you come over, please? I need to talk to you." Hmmm, I wondered, what did the Human Resources Manager need with me. The clock said 3:30. As I went into the bathroom for a quick shower, I was still wondering what Margaret wanted.
As I entered the Human Resources outer office space, my hair was still wet. I said 'hi' to Helen, Margaret's assistant. Margaret, Helen, and I have enjoyed numerous and very pleasurable threesomes. I never would have guessed I was bi-sexual until I met Margaret.
"In here, Beth," came Margaret's voice through the partially open door to her office. When I pushed into her office, she added, "I do need to talk to you. You can flirt with Helen another time." I laughed. Margaret might be older but she was very sexually aware and active. She indicated a chair in front of her desk which I took comfortably. It had taken me months to fully get comfortable with being the only one naked in the administration offices. Now, I sat comfortably before Margaret who was fully clothed while I sat with only a sheer wrap at my waist and sandals.
"Do you know what this week is?" she asked. I had no idea. I considered the question for a moment but no national holiday came to mind. Of course, I wasn't really sure what nation might govern this small island. "I'm not surprised," she chuckled. "You seem to take life now a day at time, don't you? New guests arrive, you remain. New men to flirt with and entice into fucking you." She studied me a moment. "Just curious but ... do you have even a guess of how many times you've been fucked here?"
I set my gaze on her. It wouldn't be like Margaret to be judgmental or demeaning so I didn't take it that way. I shrugged. "Back at the start, when first being referred to as the resort slut, it felt like it could be demeaning and edgy. Now ... I guess since I have no idea how many men I have fucked means I really am just a slut."
She smiled back at me and shook her head. "No," she softly replied, "nobody here thinks of you as 'just' a slut. A slut, maybe," she chuckled, "but not 'just' a slut. You have made a lot of friends here, Beth, which is why I wanted to talk to you. You started as the resort slut a year ago and some of the staff wants to celebrate that."
I stared at her. A year? I've been on the island for a year? And, to her point, I've been fucking strange men for a year?
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Friday night and the night of my anniversary celebration. The typical week-long reservations were based on arrivals on Saturday and departures on the following Friday. That often meant that Friday nights were much quieter at the resort. The conference room in the administration building was the designated party location. I had heard there would be a dozen or so staff in attendance, those who I had the closest contact with.
I stood in front of the small closet in my room deciding what would be the most appropriate item to wear. A sheer wrap at my hips was almost too obvious. That was my standard garment at the resort. This event somehow felt special, though. I went with one of the few other garments I had hanging in the closet, a very sheer baby-doll negligee that tied just below the breasts. It was short enough that my ass cheeks were just visible in back and gaped open in the front with the intention of being worn with a sheer thong. I had no idea where the thong had gone to and had never worn it.
I slipped on the negligee and a pair of sandals and stood in front of the mirror. I smiled at the image. The illusion of covered but definitely not. My nipples showed through the material and my pussy was fully exposed. Although there was nothing sexual indicated about this celebration, this was me at the resort. The only times in all of the past year that I had real clothes on were the few times I had ventured beyond the resort and it was now curious how the feel of clothes was almost uncomfortable.
As I walked down the administration hallway toward the conference room, I could hear the sounds of laughing and the easy, joyful talk of friends very comfortable together. I turned into the open door and scanned the room for a moment until someone saw me. The conference table that normally sat in the center of the room had been turned and pushed to one side. At the other side of the room was a large mattress on the floor. I silently chuckled, did I really expect anything different?
"There she is!" came a voice of welcome.
There were a dozen people in the room: Don, Jack, Margaret, and Helen from the offices; The two reception girls and the dining room hostess; Jared and another of the guys from the beach; a couple guys waiters; and Thomas, of course. Besides the resort guests, these were the resort staff people I frequently had sex with.
Margaret approached me with a glass of wine for me. She hugged me before turning to face the room, "We all know her role here at the resort and we all have enjoyed her fulfilling that role." A loud cheer rose with drink glasses raised high. "Before we go any further with this celebration, though, I have a question for you. There is no prize for the answer because, frankly, she has no idea of what the answer is. I know this because I asked her. But, out of curiosity, here's the question: Beth has been at the resort for a full year now. We all know what a slut she is ... it's her job, after-all ... but ... how many times during that year has she engaged in sex? Any guesses?"
