Agnieszka immediately caught my attention. She's a tiny Polish woman with short, chestnut brown hair, skinny, no tits to speak of and a bad smoking habit. All of which are negatives for me except for the hair.
Smoking is something I utterly detest. I find fucking small women is generally uncomfortable: injuring my cock on their pubic bones and having their faces buried in my chest takes away most of the fun. I also prefer women with tits that are more than a handful rather than barely a mouthful.
She also speaks English with an awful, squeaky, southern American accent. Another red mark against her. What drew me to her was the unmistakable signs of a submissive alone and afloat. I prefer relationships with strong, opinionated women but the thought of having free use of a genuine submissive was strangely appealing.
The problem with a fantasy like mine is making it real without it coming back to bite you in the ass. How do you proposition tens of people in a way that they willingly prostitute themselves on your terms? There was very little chance of any of the them leaving, given their dire financial circumstances but done badly there was every possibility of trashing the social work side the park. Even though it had been nearly two years, there was also a realistic chance of the god botherers getting wind of my activities.
My experience of submissives is that they can be unpredictable, so at this stage my attraction to Agnieszka was more about the idea than the woman. I need to start with someone else. I settled on Ellie, a middle-aged Filipino widow.
Ellie is much more my type. She's shorter than me but only by about 10cm. Well proportioned with big tits and a round face with long, straight, black hair that she invariably wears in a ponytail. She's outgoing and regularly attends the various language and other classes which made it easier to "meet" her.
I knew she'd left the Philippines to work abroad because her family had massive debts for her late husband's hospital bills. Whenever I saw her, I got the impression of someone looking back at me, sizing me up. My plan was straightforward: get her attention and then engineer a situation where she could make the first move.
She always attends classes when her shifts allow and I like to be available and approachable but not too friendly. It's important for me to remember that I live in a different world and that any friendship is invariably going to be on my terms, no matter what I try to do.
I learnt that working in west Africa, a decade ago. I would invite my driver to breakfast every Friday. I thought I was being friendly and it took me months to realise I was emphasising the gulf between us; offering him a meal that cost more than his family could afford to spend on food for a week, left him with no way to reciprocate. Friendship doesn't need to be symmetrical but if it's purely one-sided then it's not a friendship.
Whether by accident or by design, Ellie had a week covering for one of the people who normally clean the park offices and this gave her the opportunity to solicit me with the words, "Let me know if there is anything I can do for you, personally." She stressed the word "personally" and said it when we had eye contact.
When she repeated the same offer the next day I decided it wouldn't get a better opportunity. The next stage in my plan was just as straightforward. I had the park manager draw up a letter promoting her to the position of shift quality supervisor on double her current salary. The new position was really only necessary during the summer but the promotion was to be immediate to give the company time to train her.
I explained to the management team that this was my way of increasing the support of we were giving to certain people whilst maintaining their dignity. That part felt disingenuous given what I had in mind for Agnieszka, for one. I also made it clear that it should be treated as a genuine promotion and that she was to be trained to check the quality of the cleaning and other aspects of a property to ensure it was up to the required standard.
Ellie's supervisor gave her the letter and explained her new role and the training that would be provided.
Ellie was going to be my girlfriend experience. Someone I would buy little presents for and that I could cuddle up with as well as have sex with. I had no idea how sexually experienced she was but I was going to enjoy exploring that with her.
***
The latest improvement to the park and the last of those that my uncle had planned before his death, was an indoor and outdoor swimming pool.
We Scandinavians love outdoor swimming to the point that it's almost as much of a stereotype as our love of saunas is. However, times change. The new generation of visitors expects more, especially those with young families; and the communal sauna and the small 1970s era lido-style outdoor pool were both in need of repair.
I'd left the new spa complex to last for purely financial reasons. Building the facilities I had in mind was going to cost tens of millions of krones and I needed a solid year's worth of data before making the investment. I'd already added a couple of outdoor gym areas in addition to the hundreds of thousands that have been invested in the various children's play areas around the park but this was going to be in an altogether different league.
Viewed from above, the architects' drawings shows an octagonal building 30m in diameter. This central building will enclose the main L-shaped pool; the pool will be 20m on its longest side and wide enough for 4 swim lanes. Adjoining the central building there will be three smaller octagonal buildings to the north, south and west. Each of these will be 20m in diameter and will contain the changing area and cafe to the north; a jacuzzi, sauna, steam room and cold plunge pool to the west; and to the south a family area complete with two pools and two water slides.
On the east side, the main pool will transition into a 15m long outside pool with dedicated swimmers being able to swim 35m lengths all year round. Next to it will be a new 20m square lido complete with an outdoor changing area that 'retains the character' of the huts from the existing outdoor pool. Further east, beyond the end of the indoor/outdoor pool, the plans include a smaller, octagonal building that will include another sauna, another steam room and an unheated plunge pool.
The complex is designed be a sustainable structure built of wood and glass with a 5m high, vaulted wooden ceiling over the main L-shaped pool, that lets in natural light and can be opened to help regulate the temperature. Heating and cooling will be provided using a mix of heat pumps and solar panels on the south facing roofs. To help insulate the building, the exterior walls will be formed using turf covered earth banks.
The new complex should provide permanent jobs and transferable skills for 15 additional members of staff ranging from lifeguards to the engineers and technicians required to ensure the safe operation of the pools. At peak times this will increase with additional lifeguards, cleaners and catering staff employed during the summer. Longer term, my plan is to add spa treatments assuming it makes financial sense.
***
I was a Thursday and I was having one of 'those' days. I'd planned to work at home but it was too quiet to concentrate, so I'd foolishly come to the office instead. I still couldn't concentrate. Every noise, every voice, everything had me wanting to scream at someone or throw something.
After a couple of hours, I became conscious of Agnieszka's squeaky voice drifting along the corridor from the break area. That was the final straw. I left my office and went down the hallway to get coffee and a cake. There she was. I poured myself a coffee and stood in front of her. "Do you know who I am?" I asked, somewhat pompously.
She looked dazed as if I'd woken her up, after a few moments she focused on me and said, "Yes."
There was nobody else about. I was in a mood and I thought, now is as good a time as any. "We both know what you need." I said, half expecting my voice to betray my uncertainty. I was a little surprised when it didn't. "You need a firm hand. Go to the WC, remove your underwear and bring it to me before you leave today." I turned and walked away back to my office with my coffee.
The adrenaline of that encounter helped cut through my mental fog and I managed to get an hour or so of productive thinking done. I was firmly in my creative groove when she walked in. I rarely close my door.
"Yes?" I asked without looking up.
"You told me to bring you these," she said sticking her hand out with what I assumed were her balled up panties.
I tapped my pencil on my desk to get her attention and then used it to indicate an empty space in front to her, "Put them there." Still I didn't look up.
She dropped them on the desk like they were on fire.
I looked up and in a stern voice, I asked her "Are you stupid?"
She looked at me, uncomfortable and uncertain. There was a long silence.
"I said bring me your underwear. It was a simple request."
She looked at me blankly, still uncertain what I wanted.
"Are you wearing a bra?" I enquired. It was a rhetorical question. I could see the outline of it against her dress.
She nodded, slowly realising where this was going.
"Go and take it off." I said. "Take those with you," I pointed to ball of fabric she'd dropped on my desk. "And bring them both back to me, folded."
She left and I looked back down at my desk and smiled. My cock began to stiffen. She'd done as I'd ordered, twice.
She returned five minutes later and put her folded bra and panties on the desk. They matched.
I looked into her eyes. "Go home. Don't waste my time again." I paused to see her reaction. "Starting tomorrow, whenever you come here, you will not to wear any underwear unless I tell you otherwise." My voice had a hard edge to it.
"Everyday you are here, you are to take a picture of yourself naked in the WC as proof." I paused before continuing, "When I am ready, I will come to your house and I expect to see a picture for each day." My cock was about to drill a hole through the table. "Go."
She left without looking back. I scraped her underwear into my laptop bag. I didn't want to be caught with it in the office. I sat there until my cock softened and I could feel the cold patch in my shorts where my cock had dribbled precum. I needed to go home.
***
