Divorce Lawyer Pt 17

"Oh, god, yes!" Penny moaned as she arched her back in orgasm, Amy sucking on her huge clit as her hand rocked back and forth in her pussy. "That is just the best," she panted when Amy slid her hand from her pussy, moving up to kiss her deeply.

"Is Grant serious about closing down the business?" Amy asked as they lay entwined in each other's arms, rubbing their pussies against one another.

"I don't know," Penny replied. "Ever since France, he's been different. It's like he's suddenly awakened and realized that he was missing out on life in order to win at business. Mom's sure been a lot happier. When I see him sucking Victor's cock and getting fucked by him, it's obvious how much he's enjoying himself. I think that he's enjoyed rediscovering what fun life can be. He's got more money than he could possibly ever spend, so it's not like he needs to work."

"What are you going to do?" Amy asked.

"Go visit Gwynie and Salomé in Thailand," Penny replied, smiling. "Why don't you come with me? I'm going to invite Cindy, too. Grant and Helen have both agreed to come, a real family vacation. Victor has offered to give us all a ride in his Gulfstream."

"That sounds like a party that I don't want to miss," Amy agreed.

It was a 16-hour flight to Koh Samui with a refueling stop in Dubai in Victor's Gulfstream, Penny delighting in taking a turn piloting so that Ilse and John could each take a break. When they cleared Customs & Immigration, Penny's face lit up when she saw Gwynie and Salomé waiting for them, each of them wearing a sarong and a wife-beater T-shirt with SEX in large letters across the front, oblivious to the stares of disbelief on the faces of the people around them.

"Oh, I have missed you," Penny practically sobbed, throwing herself into their arms.

"I can't believe that you're all here," Salomé said once introductions had been made, hugging and kissing each of them.

"We've got a surprise for you," Salomé said as she and Gwynie led them to a passenger van, Penny gasping in shock when she saw Bitalo standing next to it.

"Bitalo!" Penny said, hugging and kissing him. "What are you doing here?"

"I got an offer that I couldn't refuse," Bitalo replied, his white smile splitting his ebony face.

Everyone piled into the van and Bitalo drove towards Maenam, turning into the Santiburi resort.

"I thought that you were going to buy a house," Penny said.

"We found a better option," Gwynie said.

"You live in a resort?" Penny asked.

"It's not going to be a resort much longer," Gwynie replied. "We bought it and are going to turn it into our own private piece of paradise."

"You bought it?" Penny gasped. "Was it for sale?" she asked.

"Not until we offered $500 million for it," Gwynie replied with a laugh as the van pulled to a stop at the entrance. "They couldn't say yes fast enough. But let's get you squared away in your rooms first. We've got a lot to talk about."

Their rooms turned out to be luxurious villas beneath palm trees right on the beach, one for Grant and Helen, another for Penny, Amy, and Cindy, one for Victor, and one for John and Ilse.

"What an extraordinary setting," Helen said as Gwynie and Salomé led them to The Beachhouse restaurant where a feast was awaiting them.

"We came for dinner one night and I fell in love with the place," Gwynie explained as they all took seats around the lavishly festooned table. "It's 23 acres of tropical paradise."

"Why do you need all of this?" Penny asked.

"Sex parties," Salomé replied, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Sex parties!" Penny gasped.

"Salomé told me about the parties that you took her to," Gwynie said, a big smile on her face. "We decided that we wanted to have our own."

"How do you expect to do that with their weird attitudes towards nudity?" Penny asked as they ate.

"We're hoping that you'll solve that little problem for us," Gwynie replied.

"Me! You cannot be serious!" Penny laughed. "How do you expect me to do that?" she asked.

"You're smart," Gwynie replied. "I'm sure that you'll figure it out."

"Gwynie, this is not making any sense at all," Penny protested.

"We want you as a partner," Salomé said, stunning everyone.

"A p-partner!?" Penny gasped.

"Neither of us knows anything about business," Gwynie explained. "We want you to manage turning this resort into a private, year-round, sex party haven. In return, we'll give you one third of it, the three of us equal partners."

While everyone stared in astonishment, Grant burst out laughing.

"I couldn't get the party in Saint Tropez out of my head," Salomé explained. "I've never stopped thinking about it. When we came here for dinner, I thought that this would be a perfect place for a wonderful sex party, but one that never ends."

"But I'm a lawyer," Penny protested. "I don't know the first thing about running a resort."

"Oh, we don't want to run a resort," Gwynie said. "Not like that. We just want to make this a place where the people that go to the sex parties can come year round for a non-stop sex party."

"Don't dismiss their offer out of hand, Penny," Grant said, surprising her. "You're as organized as anyone I've ever met. I don't see you having a problem applying yourself to such an idea."

"You like this idea?" Penny gasped. "The only thing I know about sex parties is how to lay back and let everyone fuck me."

"Are you going to charge people to come here?" Grant asked.

"No," Gwynie replied, smiling.

"Then how do you propose to make money?" Grant asked. "I'm sure that it takes a lot to keep a place like this running."

"We couldn't care less about making money," Gwynie replied with a laugh. "That's the beauty of the whole thing. Between us, we make more in interest on our money in a week than it costs to maintain this place for a year. We're doing this for the fun of it. Neither of us has any family, so we don't have to worry about leaving anything to anyone once we pass on. It's all about having as much fun as possible while we're here."

"Will you advertise, take reservations?" Grant asked.

"No," Gwynie replied, shaking her head. "The whole idea is to provide a playground for the sex party set."

"How will people find out about it?" Grant asked.

"That's easy," Victor interjected, smiling. "We start telling the people at the parties that we go to about it. Word would quickly spread. I can think of dozens of people that would jump at the chance, like me, for example."

"Then why would you need me?" Penny asked.

"Because we want you to be a part of it, our lives," Gwynie replied. "If you're involved, that would mean that you'd be here."

"But it makes no sense," Penny protested.

"It's not supposed to make sense," Salomé laughed. "It's supposed to be fun. How many times have you and I talked about how we wish that we could live our lives at sex parties? Here's our chance."

"We just want you to be the overall general manager, managing the managers so that Salomé and I, and our guests, can fuck to our heart's delight," Gwynie said with a laugh. "There's no accounting, no money involved, just making sure that everything runs smoothly, that our guests, our friends, have a good time."

"Do you have anything better to do?" Grant asked, smiling.

"Are you part of this?" Penny asked. "Did you know that..."

"I'm hearing it for the first time, too," Grant interrupted. "You'd never be content to just lie around, you'd always want to be doing something. Here's an opportunity to spread your wings and learn something new. Tell me, what is your biggest complaint about the sex parties that you've been to?" he asked.

"Not enough men that can keep the women happy," Penny replied after a moment.

"How would you solve that problem?" Grant asked.

"Find men that could," Penny replied, smiling.

"I can just picture that interview process," Amy said to laughter.

"You'll need a secretary to help you," Cindy added, smiling.

"Not you, too, Cindy," Penny groaned.

"Hey, I can think of a worse life than just lying around getting laid in a tropical paradise," Cindy said. "Can you think of a better one?" she asked.

"Do we have to talk about this now?" Penny asked, exasperated. "I mean, we just got here. Can't we just enjoy the dinner?"

"I'm sorry," Gwynie replied contritely. "We're just so excited that you're finally here, all of you."

"Yes," Salomé agreed, smiling. "It's like finally having the entire family together."

Dinner continued apace and whatever conversation there was, was about anything but business.

"Why are you so upset?" Grant asked Penny as they sat in the cool water on the beach afterwards, the lights of Koh Pha Ngan across the way sparkling.

"I don't know," Penny replied with a sigh. "I'm still trying to process you closing down the practice."

"Would you prefer that I not close it down, just retire and leave it to you?" Grant asked. "I know it's been your dream."

"My dream was to work with you," Penny replied. "I never imagined doing it without you. Then it just becomes work."

"Which you don't need," Grant said, nodding. "You're wealthy now. You can do whatever you like. None of the staff that wants to continue working will have any problems finding a law firm that will have them. You don't have to worry about any of them. You've made it very clear to me many times how much you enjoyed the parties that you went to, the freedom to indulge yourself. Now you're being offered the opportunity on a silver platter. You've more than proven your worth as an attorney, now it's time for you to do something else. Accept it, embrace it."

"How could I possibly live here, so far away from you and Mom when we've finally gotten to really know each other?" Penny asked with a sigh.

"Your mother and I have decided to travel more," Grant replied, smiling. "France was a real eye opener for both of us. It reminded us of how we met, what brought us together. We want to recapture that. Quite frankly, we're going to use Victor's and Selena's connections to join in their party circuit. We don't plan on just sitting around the house. In fact, we were going to talk with Gwynie and Salomé to see if they'd be willing to let us purchase the rights to the villa that we're in so that it will always be here for us. We also want to stay as close to you as we can, and what they want to create here seems to be ideal, a perfect dream made manifest. Don't you agree?" he asked.

"Yes," Penny sighed.

"I know you well enough now to know that you'd be quickly bored just traveling from party to party with nothing to challenge you, nothing to stimulate you other than sexually," Grant said. "Overseeing this place would be a piece of cake for you. They're offering it to you because they love you and want you to be a part of their lives. They know that you'd never just accept it as a gift, so they've invented an excuse, a job, so that you'd feel less guilty about joining them, though neither of them has a clue about what it would take to manage such a household as this would be. They need you. They're both just starting to recover from the trauma of having their lives shattered and they look at you as their savior."

"That's silly," Penny snorted. "It was all you. I was just along for the ride."

"Even supposing that that's true, it's not me that they want, it's you," Grant said. "I owe your mother more than I can ever repay for her allowing me to indulge myself the way I have for the past 20 years. The only responsibility I want now is to make sure that she's happy and to share in that happiness. A part of that would be knowing that you, too, were happy. Trust me when I tell you that this is the perfect vehicle for you so that you'll have some balance in your life. Use everything that you've learned to make this place, this dream, come to fruition. I believe that you're uniquely qualified to do so."

Penny spent a mostly sleepless night, and not just because of Amy and Cindy doing their best to cheer her up in their inimitable way.

"You should do it, you know," Amy said the next morning as the sunrise was just starting to pink the sky, Penny's body still vibrating from the non-stop orgasms her fist in her pussy had caused, Cindy dismounting her face.

"What about you, us?" Penny asked, sighing as the three of them snuggled together.

"You can't possibly think that I'd leave you to deal with this on your own," Amy laughed.

"Or me," Cindy chimed in.

"What about your work?" Penny asked. "You love what you do?"

"Yes, but I love sex more," Amy laughed, "especially with you. As far as the work goes, I've been there and done that. Now it's time for the next adventure."

Penny looked at the resort in a whole different light as the three of them made their way to the Breakfast restaurant for the breakfast buffet.

"You look terrible," Gwynie observed when Penny joined her and Salomé at a table, Amy steering Cindy away so that they could have some privacy.

"I didn't get much sleep," Penny said with a sigh.

"I assume that's not just because of Amy and Cindy," Gwynie said, smiling.

"Do you really want me for this?" Penny asked.

"Silly question," Gwynie said dismissively. "The more correct question should be do you want to be a part of our lives? I'm not the least bit interested in doing anything but getting laid, making up for the years I wasted with Darwin. Salomé has a one-track mind and needs to be with people who care and love her. She has neither the ability nor the inclination to manage anything but her orgasms. We need you as much as we want you."

"If I agree to help..." Penny started to say.

"Not help," Gwynie said, shaking her head and smiling. "We are going to be partners in crime."

"You don't need to do that," Penny said.

"But we want to," Salomé said.

"Whether you agree or not, it's already a done deal," Gwynie said, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"What do you mean?" Penny asked warily.

"When we made the deal with Mr. Bhirombhakdi, the largest shareholder of the Boon Rawd Brewery Company which owns the Santiburi group, we had your name included with ours as one of three equal owners," Gwynie explained.

"How could you do that without even discussing it with me?" Penny gasped.

"For reasons sentimental and practical," Gwynie replied. "Whether you join us actively or not, you now own a third of this property. We've both made wills naming each other and you as beneficiaries in the event of some calamity. As amazing an attorney as Grant is, it is you that is an extraordinary person. Grant is brilliant, but he lacks the depths of humanity that embody you. He's become jaded, you're still pristine. We considered including him, but he wouldn't be right; you are."

"Please say that you'll do it," Salomé pleaded, reaching out for Penny's hand.

"You'll still be free to live your life as you choose, you'll just have this and us as your home," Gwynie said. "We're not trying to imprison you."

"This whole past year has been surreal," Penny said with a sigh. "First, I graduated, then passed all of my bar exams, then I started living my dream, working with Grant and getting paid crazy money for doing very little. Now this. It's just overwhelming."

"The Thai have a saying, mai pen rai, it doesn't matter," Gwynie said, smiling. "Think of it as karma, accept it, embrace it, enjoy it. Think of the fun that we'll have together."

"What can you tell me about this place?" Penny asked, flushing at the smile of triumph on Gwynie's face.

"Right now there are 84 villas, from 2 to 4 bedrooms each, a hotel, four restaurants, and a spa," Gwynie replied.

"You've obviously thought about this already," Penny said. "What would you do with all of it?" she asked.

"Close two of the restaurants," Gwynie replied. "Keep the main one, which is formal and air conditioned, and the beachfront one. Keep the spa. We'd probably be able to trim half of the staff since we won't have the number of guests to manage. Turn the hotel into an employee residence so that we can attract the best possible staff. There will be plenty of room for what staff we do have to bring their families to live with them, which would help with staff retention. Affordable housing is a big problem here, especially for the Thai workers who are usually from elsewhere in Thailand."

"What about the staff that would be eliminated?" Penny asked.

"Give them generous severance packages, a year's salary, two years," Gwynie replied. "The money is irrelevant to us. Just offering that will probably induce a lot of them to leave, most likely the least productive amongst them. The ones that remain and that we acquire, pay them 2-3 times whatever is normal. Make working here a dream job. Nothing ensures loyalty in Thailand like money. From top to bottom, it is absolutely corrupt. There's no such thing as a person who can't be bought here."

"Okay, I'm in," Penny said with a sigh. "Why are you crying?" she asked in dismay when Salomé burst into tears.

"I-I was afraid that you'd say no," Salomé replied, trying to get control of herself. "First Roger, then you, saved my life. Then I met Gwynie who is like the girlfriends I had growing up. I can't imagine life without all of you a part of it."

"Well, I'm here and not going anywhere," Penny said, feeling the weight of the world lift off of her shoulders, having made her decision. "How are we going to close down the resort? What about all of the people who have reservations?" she asked.

"We agreed to a 2-month transition period during which they will not accept any more reservations," Gwynie explained. "It's up to them to deal with any reservations past that. Once the transition period is over, we can start making any changes that we'd like to make. What is that devious mind of yours thinking?" she asked, seeing the far-away look in Penny's eyes.

"I was just thinking about the stupid rules about nudity," Penny replied.

"They only apply to public spaces, not private residences, which is what this will become," Gwynie said.

"What about the beach?" Penny asked.

"You're the lawyer," Gwynie said with a laugh.

"What about men?" Penny asked.

"Same problem," Gwynie replied, shaking her head. "Unless you're willing to lower yourself to fucking a Russian. We've been wearing Bitalo out. The men come here looking for Thai pussy."

"We need men," Penny said. "Not just for us. The biggest problem at the parties that I've been to is that the men can't keep up with the women. There's never enough cock."

"Bitalo says that he knows former associates that we could hire," Gwynie said. "Ex-military. We could hire them as security personnel and let them do double duty."

"I like that," Penny said, smiling. "Grant said something to me about wanting to keep the villa that he and Helen are in, have it for their exclusive use."

"He's welcome to it, as far as I'm concerned," Gwynie said, Salomé nodding in agreement.

"He'd never accept it free," Penny said, shaking her head. "He'd insist on paying for it."

"We aren't doing this for business," Gwynie said.

"The people that we're going to attract as guests are going to be like Grant, rich and proud, too proud to accept freebies, and I'm sure that there will be plenty of them who will want the same kind of an arrangement, exclusive use of a villa so that they never have to worry about being able to get one," Penny said. "We can make private agreements with people so that the authorities will never know. There won't be any legally enforceable titles given, but I don't think that trust will be an issue."

"We only have 84 villas," Gwynie pointed out, "80 after you discount the ones that you, Salomé, and I will have, and Grant and Helen."

"Which is to our advantage," Penny said, smiling. "It guarantees exclusivity. For us, it would actually simplify everything if we made that type of an arrangement for all of them. I need to research the relevant Thai laws to see what our options are, about a lot of things."