Preface
This is the third part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. After their stay at Pine Lake and their honeymoon in Maui they embark on a new life with their new friends. I recommend reading the first two sagas. Couples Camp and Honeymoon in Hawaii
A word of warning, most of my stories contain elements of: cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. Some contain elements of consensual non consent and extreme situations that some might find disturbing. Everything I describe is pure fantasy. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 2
Brad woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing on the night stand. It was a text message from Michelle asking him to meet up and give a report. He flung the covers aside and started to get out of bed when a wave of warmth washed over him. The room began to spin and his head got heavy. If he didn't know better he would think it was a hangover. There was no way two whiskies had this much of a lasting effect, perhaps the long hours and whirlwind of events lately where taking their toll. Brad steadied himself and slowly made his way to the bathroom, perhaps a shower would help him recover.
Much better, but still feeling the aftermath of his evening in tow, Brad made his way to the central court where most of the resorts activities revolved around the pool. He notices off on the other side of the pool, Michelle and Ron sitting at a lone table.
"About time, you think you're on vacation or something?" Michelle jokingly asked, as Brad approached.
"Sorry, I must have over slept." Brad grumbled as he pulled out his chair and took a seat.
"So tell me, what, have you found? " Michelle asked quickly getting down to business.
Brad was hesitant to speak in such a public setting about what he was discovering, but there was no secret he was there to analyze the business for Michelle. He explained what he thought was going on. Someone was running a private club out of villa ten. Not only were there no records of that villa being rented out for over a year, it appeared the resort was paying for all the liquor they were taking as well. In addition, it appeared the night club was doing much more volume than they were reporting.
"Well we've suspected Juan was skimming money for some time, but not to this degree." Michelle quietly confirmed.
"We really need to maintain our relationship with his family if we want to keep operating this place." She continued
"What can we do to stop him from draining this place dry without firing him and causing a much bigger problem?" Ron asked muffled by his hand covering his mouth.
"We can hire a buying manager to relive him of the burden of that from now on." Michelle quickly interjected.
"I want you to keep digging, I have a feeling there's more going on here than some minor skimming of alcohol to run an underground club. Just be careful, I don't want to have to find a new accountant, if you know what I mean." Michelle sincerely said with a concerned look on her face.
Brad was about to ask if they had seen Brooke, when the waitress came up with breakfast, interrupting their privacy. Brad didn't realize how hungry he was until he took the first bite, forgetting all about his impending question and focused instead on consuming his meal. The three associates had some small talk as they ate, leaving business behind, until they were finished and ready to depart.
"Any word from Brooke?" Brad finally asked.
"It might be a few days," Michelle responded in a sympathetic tone.
Brad was disappointed at the lack of information about Brooke, but knew it was part of the game plan. She was digging around from her end while he was digging around from his. Brad made his way up to the front office, the whole way his brain flipping through the possible ways Juan was skimming money from the business. Brad was sure he had combed through all the expenses, and couldn't think of anything he had missed, that would hint at what else was going on. Then it dawned on him to take a closer look at the revenue side to see what he might be able to find.
For the next six hours Brad searched through all the deposits, trying to build a picture of where the revenue was coming from. What percentage was from the restaurant, the bar, room rentals, ext. It wasn't easy focusing on his work, as the memories of Mia fought for his attention. Finally he decided to take a break and headed for the bar, half hoping to see her there.
Sure enough Mia was behind the bar, pouring drinks and eagerly helping guests. As Brad took a seat at the end of the bar, Mia looked down at him with a wry smile. Brad couldn't help himself. Something about her smile made him feel ashamed. Not just for having cheated on Brooke by performing oral sex on her, but for how much he desired to do it again. He tried to resist the urge to smile back at her, but his face betrayed him and happily responded with a glowing grin.
"Drink sir?" Mia snickered as she slapped a napkin down in front of him.
"Sure, how about a rum and coke,"
"If you like rum sir can I recommend our Legacy by Angostura? I'm absolutely sure you'll like it." Mia suggested with authority.
Mia stared at Brad waiting for his response as her deep brown eyes probed his soul her upturned eyebrows daring him to disagree with her. Brad felt drawn in as if he was being pulled down a long dark cave, the rest of the resort stuck behind him in the past.
"Uh, yeah, ok I'll try that." Brad stuttered as he felt the grip of her gaze release him.
Brad watched as Mia turned and walked away. Her short tan skirt flapping as she bounced. Brad watched as she got on a short ladder and retrieved a clear crystal bottle from the top shelf. It had a fancy sterling silver top on it and looked to be almost full as she pulled the cork out and tipped the bottle, pouring about an inch worth in an etched glass. Mia returned with his drink, setting it down on the napkin in front of him and paused. She leaned in as if she was going to whisper something to him but said nothing. Instead she just stared at him once again raising her eyebrow as if to dare him while seductively wetting her lip with her tongue.
Brad felt the burn of her eyes piercing into him. It was almost as if he was looking into the sun. He was forced to break his gaze and look away before he lost his sight. Luckily for him, his broken gaze landed perfectly to see the pink lace of her bra peeking out from beneath her work shirt. The unbuttoned polo shirt was transformed into something sexy by her firm breasts pushing out creating a cauldron of desire.
Mia again broke the trance Brad had been placed under with her sweet Caribbean voice.
"Enjoy sir."
Mia slowly turned to continue attending to her other customers, causing Brad's whole body to lean around and try and maintain eye contact with her lace covered cleavage. He was left to watch her bounce away once again, left only with a drink and a longing for her return. Her treating him like any other customer felt a bit uncomfortable after what they had done the night before. It was almost as if she didn't even know him.
Brad took a sip of his rum, and it was good. The nutty spices gave way to a fruity finish with hints of the oak barrel it had been aged in. Brad took another sip as he watched Mia walk to the far end of the bar and out of sight. For the first time since he had sat down, he took a look around, assessing the crowd that was starting to build before the dinner hour.
Brad took the last sip of his rum and set the empty glass back on the bar.
"Another one sir," Mia asked.
"Uh, yeah sure, I'll have another." Brad responded.
Mia returned with a fresh glass of rum and a fresh napkin, placing the glass on the bar, but sliding the napkin forward next to the glass. Brad looked down at her soft hand lingering against the white paper, realizing she was trying to hide her intention from others around.
