The San Arsatius Resort and Spa was a sprawling getaway spot for the wealthy. The grounds included massage parlors, saunas, and a golf course. It was here that Brenda Danforth was getting some rest and relaxation after a long month of organizing huge charity events and parties for socialites.
Right now, she was enjoying a mud bath. It felt so good to have her body covered in the heated, moist soil against her bare skin, and a towel wrapped around her short black hair. Even now, she was thinking of possibly having a mud bath house installed at her palatial home. In the end, she came to the conclusion that it wouldn't really be a good idea, as it wouldn't give her any incentive to leave home for some relaxation. Still, there were the male masseuses; she didn't have those at home.
She'd just entered the bath about 10 minutes ago, following a one hour massage. Right now, she was the only one in the bathhouse. Not long after those 10 minutes of solitude, the door opened, and two females walked in: a young woman with her brown hair tied back into a ponytail wearing a lime-green polo and khakis, and an older woman with cropped blonde hair wearing slippers and a bathrobe. The older woman removed her robe and slippers, handed them to the younger woman, and deposited her naked body into the mud bath right next to Brenda's.
"I'll be back in an hour to check on you, Mrs. Connors," the young woman said.
Mrs. Connors gave a small grunt in reply as she settled into the tub. Brenda waited until the young woman had left before speaking to the newcomer.
"Emily Connors? Is that you?"
Mrs. Connors did a double-take. "Brenda? Oh, I'm sorry that I didn't recognize you. Hello, dear."
Brenda knew a lot of wealthy women, most of them being frenemies more than actually friends, but Emily Connors among the less bitchy women that she knew. Emily's husband, Gregory Connors, owned a large defense company that had contracts with the United States military. Though the Connors family rivaled her own in terms of wealth, Brenda was genuinely glad to see her.
"How's life been?" Brenda asked.
Emily's only reply was a heavy sigh. Brenda furrowed her brow with concern; she knew that when a rich and affluent woman gave a response like that, she had a serious problem.
"You don't have to talk about it," Brenda said. "The last thing you need is me spouting your problems into the big gossip circles."
"Well, I'm not worried about it; it's a barely-kept secret as it is."
"What is it?"
"That my daughter is a whore."
Brenda arched an eyebrow. "You mean, professionally? Like an escort?"
"No, just extremely promiscuous. Isabella's been that way since she started high school. It's all Greg and I can do to keep her indiscretions under wraps. That girl has spread her legs all over the globe."
Brenda said nothing, allowing Emily to pour out her grievances.
"She can't keep a steady boyfriend, because she cheats on them regularly. Whenever she comes home to visit, we find random men in bed with her. For a girl of 22 she has a large sexual appetite."
"Does she now?" Brenda asked, very intrigued.
"Yes. I would be surprised if most of her trust fund went towards birth control pills. You know, she went to this huge fraternity party, and the boys had to call the police, only because they were afraid of her! She'd been through almost every guy in that building, and she still wanted more. I'm telling you, Brenda, it's unnatural."
Brenda fought a smile as she said. "Well, let me tell you about my youngest son, William."
"You want me to do what?" Nina asked.
Brenda chuckled at the Latina woman with whom she was conversing while drinking Arnold Palmers on a beautiful day in the sun-room of Brenda's beautiful mansion.
"I want you to chaperone William today. I'm having a...playdate of sorts for him. I want you to keep an eye on him while he interacts with his playmate."
Nina was confused and worried. Most times she'd been called to keep William company, and she alone had sufficed. Now, she'd have to spend time with both him and some random girl.
William was Brenda's 19 year old, sex-addicted son. About six months ago, Nina had been contracted by Brenda to spend a night with William. Even though Brenda financially compensated Nina extremely well every time that she had sex with William, Nina had grown to love it.
"I wish you'd given me more notice," Nina complained.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Brenda said with a smile completely devoid of regret. "I'm hoping that this girl will be able to satisfy William, but, if not, then I'll need you to do so. Aaaaand, there also might be a small chance that she might be too much for him."
Nina's eyes got as big as saucers. "Is that possible?"
Brenda tilted her head and grinned. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Nina?"
"No! It's just that....No!"
"Well, in any case, make sure you allow the two of them to interact; I just need you to observe. Once he's done with her, he's all yours."
Brenda chuckled and took another sip of her drink. A few minutes later, a servant informed them that their guest had arrived. The two women rose from their seats and headed to the front of the house.
