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.
"I'll bill your room sir." She announced as she went on about her way.
Brad flipped over the napkin revealing the message she had intended to pass him. Your room at nine was all it said. Brad felt an excitement wash over him. Her cavalier attitude towards him was just a front for the rest of the bar. She wanted to see him again and it sent waves of excitement through him. Brad felt a huge smile overtake his face as he raised his glass up to his lips and took another swig of his recommended rum. As the warmth of the brown sugary drink filled his mouth the guilt of his excitement slapped his psyche. He wanted so badly to see Mia again but felt horrible for betraying Brooke.
It was fifteen minutes to nine when Brad stepped out of the shower. He was scurrying around like a teen boy before prom. He didn't know what to expect from Mia but the prospect of her arrival had him excited just the same. The fact he was still trapped in a prison the size of a thimble was excruciating. No matter how excited he felt, it was impossible for him to show it. Brad might be the one having an exciting evening but Brooke was the one having the last laugh.
Brad held his breath when he heard the first knock on the door. He was about to get up from the couch to go let Mia in, but she beat him too it.
"One of the advantages to working here, I have a master key." She said as she entered his room.
Any unsettling feelings Brad might have from her barging in were quickly overpowered by the joy he felt at her presence.
"You missed me didn't you?" Mia quipped.
But before Brad could answer Mia leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips that shocked Brad to the core. Her confidence overpowered his will to resist and her sexual presence heightened his desire more than he had every experienced before.
"I need to take a bath before we go out, so why don't you fill the tub up for me." Mia instructed as she tossed a suit bag over the back of the couch.
"I didn't have time after work so I just came straight over."
Brad felt weird drawing a bath for her. First of all he had never done that for anyone and secondly he barely knew Mia, but as he turned the knob up, on the hot water, the anticipation of getting to see her completely naked brought life to his confined masculinity. He dipped his hand into the water trying to judge the temperature not sure how warm she would want it.
"Ok, I can take it from here jailbird." An obvious wise crack, reminding him she knew about his chastity.
Mia closed the door leaving Brad alone in the main room as she took her bath. His hopes of seeing her naked dashed as she waited till the door was closed to remove her work clothes. As he sat quietly on the couch waiting for her emergence, he envisioned what her dark brown body looked like soaking in his tub. He remembered the contrast of her bright red pussy against the dark brown outlines of her lips, and the way the excitement oozed from her.
The sound of Mia calling for him pulled him from his daydream.
"Bring me my bag please." She called out.
Brad quickly scooped up the garment bag draped across the couch and carried it to the bathroom by the top hanger.
"I have it." Brad announced loudly from the other side of the door.
"Can you hang it on the back of the door please?"
