DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS HEREIN ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. I do not condone any abuse of any kind IRL, and everything herein is just fantasy. Do not attempt to re-enact anything you read here.
The jacuzzi was bubbling delightfully on what was turning out to be an equally delightful august afternoon. The sun was just low enough to keep it out of everyone's eyes, but kept the early evening wonderfully warm. The ladies' skin sang after a long hot soak and extended sunbathe. Sat around the bubbling tub were six members of "the Club", each sporting a tighter and more provocative swimsuit than the last. While officially they were supposed to be discussing important matters, they seemed to find an excuse to hold any and all meetings in the most relaxing parts of the resort possible, taking full advantage of the Club's facilities.
Cups clattered as the third round of empty drinks were set aside, left in seemingly intentionally unhelpful places for whoever would have to pick them up. Of course, they would be along shortly, as a new round was soon to be brought over by one of the Club's new "assistants", and they would no doubt collect the empty cups. After all, that was their job, and the Club didn't ask very much of its poor charges.
The Club, you see, hired assistants under the most lucrative and scrupulous contracts anyone could imagine, so as to ensure the Club could select from a wide variety of applicants and then choose only those who the Club members collectively wished to lure into their employ. Assistants were required to, unbeknownst to them unless they hired a legal team to read through the labyrinthine document, sign away almost everything for the duration of their employment. Not that these contracts would stand up to the slightest scrutiny in court, yet none of their assistants ever seemed to want to raise the matter further once their contracts eventually came to an end. That is if they didn't feel inclined to extend their contracts, of course.
Despite the most rigorous methods of being employed, and loyalty to the Club above all else being deeply ingrained into all current and former staff through extended "loyalty assurance sessions", rumours did occasionally spread about the Club, and in myth it garnered a rather lurid reputation. This however merely served to convince eager applicants who learned of its existence through a that the Club was the most lucrative of opportunities, and the occasional rumour that it's members were all fabulously rich and sex-mad women didn't hurt. That much at least was true. The occasional reporter or curious youth had, occasionally, managed to find their way to the utterly secretive location once or twice, but they had always either decided not to share their findings. There were volunteers who were mostly or fully aware of what fates awaited them, who with grins painted on their faces walked gleefully into the arms of their awaiting temptresses and soon to be torturesses, but even they rarely could have comprehended what awaited them.
A young girl in her 20's, Anna, was the assistant who had been bringing over their drinks for the last two hours. She had been hired by the club two weeks ago, and was "still adjusting" as so many of her employers kept insisting. They had to speak for her, of course, when she spent the majority of every day gagged. She sported shoulder length auburn hair and a svelte body, large and perky breasts, plus a pert butt which had delighted the Club's members as they reviewed her application. She had a tray of drinks in her hands which had taken her a full 30 minutes to prepare to exacting standards, and she dearly hoped the delay would not be counted against her. Then again, showing up too early had a tendency to be just as bad if not worse, as she would be invited to wait there within arm's reach...
The Club's members, sitting in the jacuzzi, were taking great delight in putting their new assistant to the test, ordering drinks which were complex, and asking her to mix them in very specific ways. Not that she was allowed to write any of the instructions down, of course.
She was naked except for a bikini bottom. which was little more than a thin string, but which served to hold the controllers for four vibrating bulbs at her waist, two of which were buzzing away in tandem inside her, and the other two which had been strategically glued to the tray and then taped to her nipples - forcing the weight of the tray to push in such a way that it pushed them into her nipples as it hung from her neck, and making the tray itself ever so gently vibrate, making it that much harder to keep its contents steady as they gracefully danced around on its surface. Her hands were uselessly tied behind her back, of course. After all, why would she need those to carry a tray when it had already been hung around her neck for her?
The tray itself was soaked with spilled ingredients, pool water, and had been "cleaned" with an especially slippery soap which she suspected was simply a lubricant. Twice she had doubled over the bar inside the club house, wracked with orgasm and spilling whatever drink she had been working on as the vibrators tirelessly worked against her. Every step she took was agonizingly slow as she felt herself clenching needily around the others within her, as of course she was required as part of her contract to be medicated with a powerful aphrodisiac whenever it took the fancy of a club member. Of course, usually the staff would spike their assistants' food regardless, and then delight in watching them masturbate through the dorm-room cameras. Or, in the case of those who had earned a punishment through chastity, chew the furniture with frustration.
The floor around the pool and jacuzzi were, as stated, treacherous. Again she suspected that the plastic linoleum tiles had been deliberately coated in lubricant simply to make her job that much more difficult, and to give them any excuse to "discipline" her. Not that she could complain, of course, as part of her contract, as well as that of every other assistant, was to be gagged whenever their mouths weren't needed. She should just consider herself lucky they weren't making her do this blindfolded. The previous assistant at this job, Will, had been forced to bring them their drinks in the same way she had, but while blindfolded he had had to follow the instructions of the ladies calling him closer and closer, before deliberately luring him directly into the jacuzzi where he was now being passed around... His arms and legs were bound, and what little he had been allowed to wear previously had long since been removed and discarded. Despite being a perfectly normal guy, he seemed pathetically small in the company of six libidinous sex fiends who each took pride in their ability to dominate someone with their bodies alone.
The women were chatting casually as they took turns stroking, teasing, toying and playing with the human pool toy they currently had at their mercy. Anna tried not to stare at his throbbing, desperately needy cock, or maddened and exasperated expression half hidden by the massive breasts which encompassed his head. Stepping ever so carefully on the slippery surface of the jaccuzi-side tiles while at her chest two buzzing bulbs were doing everything in their power to drive her insane. Her nipples were practically throbbing with need after two hours of torturous teasing. It was hard not to stare, though.
