*** Mobile Services ***
The corporate jet settled onto the runway of the small Caribbean Isle airport. It wasn't a large facility; this wasn't a vacation destination, more of a refueling and transit stop over.
A shuttle jeep stood by, waiting to carry the private jet passengers to the local marina. The speedboat was standing by, prepped and ready by its special crew for the long run to the exclusive resort.
Ms Ashley Daniels was eager to get off the plane. The flight had been long and Ned had been continuously demanding of her cabin borne personal services. The man was insatiable in his sexual needs. And her womb and tummy were full of his ejaculations.
To add to her discomfort, he had modified her travel suit, cutting off the blazer's two buttons, preventing its fastener closure. Then, he made her schlep both their carry-ons, one in each hand. The flaps wavered in the sea breeze gusts, flashing sneak peeks of her loose swaying boobs for all the ground personal to gawk at.
The jeep roared off towards the dock. Pulling up, another team of male dock workers got the same show as she walked the valises aboard their next ride, the speedboat. It was owned by the Tropical Island Transport Service. But that name was too long for the narrow stern and had been abbreviated as 'TITS Express'.
The embarrassment of her walk of shame may have been misplaced. The four-person boat crew consisted of a captain and three female mates. The captain was bare chested, wearing sandals and shorts. The mates were likewise bare chested with white cotton thongs and sandals. In their presence, Ashley looked overdressed for the wave hopping run to their destination.
The boat motored away from the dock and at a distance the captain revved up the engine. The wind blew against Ashley's blazer and she sat near the rear transom, one hand holding the bounding rail while the other clutched the jacket panels closed at her chest. Her hair fluttered in the stiff breeze.
Ned emerged from below; he had changed into the boat's standard dress of shorts and sandals. He spied Ashley seated in discomfort at her station. Ned decided to remedy that. He called over the mates for introductions.
There was Carol, stage name Huggies due to her generous sized breasts which she now showed with proud display. She had been rescued by Ned from a small-town honky-tonk strip joint and had prospered from her floundering backwater adult entertainment career to this current assignment, a true stepping stone to success.
And Astrid, the talented masseuse that Ned had recruited along with her little sister Elsa. Astrid had the platinum hair of her Nordic heritage and the athletic shaped body of a health care professional with hands that could expertly soothed a man's tensions... everywhere.
And a ballerina want-a-be that Ned couldn't remember her name no matter how many times she told him. Her physique was slender, perfectly muscled and toned to perform the artistic dances she practiced. Some of that art was practiced in bed with eager gentlemen. As with all aspiring ballerinas, she kept her straight black hair long, ass length, and it was now blowing freely in the wind.
He asked them to help Ashley fit into her new surroundings. The mates eagerly agreed, remembering the how new friends before had assisted with their acclimations.
The girls grabbed Ashley's hands, allowing the coat to blow open, flashing her big tits for all to see, as they towed her below to get her fitted into a proper on-deck uniform.
They held her removed skirt and jacket as she skimmed off her panties and handed them over as well.
"Take care of those. I'll need them back before we go ashore."
The three mates chuckled and gave her assurances.
"Don't worry. We know what to do."
Ashley put on the offered white cotton thong in keeping with the other mates' uniforms. At least she was in the company of other topless girls and not all alone to be stared at. All four topless females went back on deck. The captain and Ned were on the upper level, driving the boat. They thought the view of the lower deck was very agreeable.
Astrid went back below and emerged with an armload of Ashley's business suit. She tossed the jacket to Huggies, who snagged it as it caught the breeze. Ashley jumped up and tried to grab it. Huggies tossed it towards the ballerina who wasn't quite as good at playing keep away catch. The strong wind blew it out of her hands, over the transom and it floated down to disappear astern in the speedboat's wake.
Ashley gave an angry look at Huggies who simply smirked and shrugged her shoulders.
"Oopsies..."
Astrid gave a call to Ashley as she tossed the skirt towards her. Ashley jumped high, trying to catch the wind-gusted throw, but to no avail. It sailed over her head and joined its matching fashion out to sea.
The only good Ned could see from his perch was Ashley's big tits perform a perfect bounce up and jiggly settle during her leap. He was even more impressed than before at the mobility of her mammaries.
The last toy was her panties. Astrid was polite and asked Ashley if wanted to do the honors. Subdued, she said a quiet 'yes'. Astrid handed them over and they watched as Ashley sadly tossed them overboard over her back like a bride's garter at a wedding reception.
The boat engine whine began to decrease and the boat slowed its gallop over the waves. The horizon revealed a low land mass, signaling their approach to the remote island resort and its welcoming facilities. Ned had been securing select staff for the elite venue over the past few years and was looking forward to renewing his comradery with his previous recruits.
The captain spun the boat seaward and skillfully reversed it into its reserved slip. The girls jumped out, tying off the cleats while shore personnel went about the preparations for the return journey.
Three weary-looking gentlemen were helped aboard by the three female mates. The solitary men barely registered the three topless shipboard mates having been ball-drained day and night for the past week by similar beauties at this exclusive recreational island.
Ned found Ashley's high heels and told her to switch them out and leave the sandals behind. She complied and he took her bicep in a controlling grip, conducting her from ship to shore. He helped her make the one high step onto the dock, her tits bouncing freely. Joining at her side, he took off with a strong stride. He was amused by the way her quick step jiggled her boobs left and right, up and down, as they made their way to the resort's separate staff reception lobby.
*** Staff Orientation ***
Nikki Carlson was tied up, literally. The wrist cuffs were attached to the upper corners of an open square box frame. Her ankles were attached to the lower corners.
She was spread eagle and naked after having her clothes cut away by the resort general manager for this promotion interview. As an Assistant Area Manager, Nikki was trying out for the full Area Manager post. It was becoming quite trying, but she was eager for the advancement.
Sergio Manfredi wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. This was becoming a real workout. The pudgy Resort General Manager always tried to get in his daily exercise but his schedule varied and an opportunity like this didn't often come up.
He liked his staff to be capable of accommodating all types of resort client requests, whatever those were. So, he was testing Nikki's aptitudes for such.
He was beating her everywhere with a play flogger, numerous thin silky strands rather than braided cords or leather straps. It wasn't about the pain but the endurance. And Nikki seemed to be holding up well. He, on the other hand, was feeling some fatigue.
