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  Exclusive Entertainment: The Billionaire’s Resort

  The Billionaire’s Resort Series

  Emily Kee

  Copyright 2012, Emily Kee

  Warning: Adult Material…This story contains sexually explicit material. By opening this document and continuing to read, you are stating that you are of legal age to read this story. Every character involved in sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.

  My old car stalled right at the entrance of the gate. Great, just what I need. Turning the key, I tried to crank the engine, but it was dead. I’d have to figure this out another time, I’m late for work, and it wasn’t the first time. It’s not that I meant to be late; I’m just not good with time management.

  Grabbing my keys, I tucked them under the floor mat and left it by the gate. Walking up the long driveway, I headed into work. The “Golden Oaks Country Club” had a sprawling entryway, with grand trees lining the drive, and a magnificent stone wall with iron gates. It reeked of money, but I wouldn’t know about being wealthy. I simply worked in the restaurant, waiting on tables.

  Tying my apron on, I stole away to a corner and called Lou, begging him to tow my car to the shop. Lou was a family friend with a garage. It seemed like my car was there more and more. I knew it was time to get a new car, but didn’t have the money, so for now, the nickel and dime repairs would have to suffice.

  I all ready took on a second job doing banquets here, mostly to pay these bills that kept piling up. Feeling frazzled most of the time; I did what was needed to get by. Where’s my Prince Charming now? I could desperately use a fairy tale ending, some rich, good looking guy to sweep me off my feet and pay my bills. Laughing for even fantasizing of the notion, I readied myself for my first table.

  Walking over to the table, I groaned, great another pompous ass who thinks he’s better than everyone else. I recognized the man sitting at the table as a regular, and was less than thrilled that he was seated in my section. That was one of the downfalls of working here, self-righteous wealthy people who treated you like less than them, because you were waiting on them. It got old. I was thankful for my customers that were great to work with. At least it balances out.

  “Two olives in the martini, very dry, and I’ll need more time with the menu,” he said, barely looking up.

  “Yes, sir,” I said heading off to the bar.

  Giving the order to Teddy, the bartender, I sighed heavily. It was going to be a long day and it just started, I could feel it in my bones.

  Carrying the martini back over to the table, I daydreamed about a better paying job. Before I could stop, it was too late. It all happened in slow motion… I tripped, and the martini went flying off of my small tray, landing in the lap of the customer.

  “You clumsy, worthless fool!” The man shot out.

  Immediately the manager was on his way over, as I profusely apologized for the mess. The manager sent me away so he could diffuse the situation, and then comped the customer’s meal and drinks for the day. I was horrified, I tried to apologize, but he was pissed. It was an honest accident, but it set the tone for the day. Nothing seemed to go right, I mixed up lunch orders, and just wasn’t at my best the rest of the afternoon.

  I couldn’t wait for this day to end, I’d had enough.

  I was left to wait for one of the other waiters to get off work, so I could get a ride home. Sitting on the bench out back, I waited for him to finish his cigarette before we got up to leave.

  “Hey,” he whispered, “that’s one of the owners over there.” He nodded towards a man in a gray suit standing over by a large tree to the side of the restaurant portion of the property. “I’ll bet his office here is huge, all fancy and stuff,” he said, and then joked, “I hear he craps on a golden toilet.”

  “Oh stop it; he puts his pants on one leg at a time like everyone else. Nobody has a gold toilet,” I laughed. “He’s just another rich guy who doesn’t understand what it’s like to be stuck waiting on tables.” I pulled my hair down, popping the elastic band that held my pony tail into my pocket.

  I was watching him talk on the phone, and saw him glance over a few times. I quickly looked away so it didn’t appear I was staring.

  Brice Golden’s family owned the country club. They owned it as long as I had worked here and probably for years before that. They owned half of the town, from what I’ve heard, and were rich beyond compare. They weren’t just wealthy, they were obscenely wealthy. I’d seen a couple of the owners plenty of times, but never spoke with Brice Golden before. He only made brief appearances, and spent most of his time at other businesses.

  His sister, Katherine, spent more time at the club and ran more of the day to day operations here. She was surprisingly hands on for someone making so much money. If I was rich, I’d hire a bunch of people to do everything for me, and prop my feet up at the pool all day. That would be the life. I wondered if people every got tired of hanging at the pool all day? I guess after awhile it would be boring, but I certainly wouldn’t be working anymore. I’d officially retire – and buy a new car. I groaned remembering I was still without mine.

  “I’m going to quick use the ladies room, I’ll be right back,” I said to my co-worker, “I’ll meet you at your car.”

  “Okay, it will give me time for another cigarette.”

  I was grateful for the ride; it saved me a twenty dollar cab fare.

  As I was coming out of the restroom, he walked right into me. Mr. Fancy Pants, Mr. Billionaire, walks plum into me! He was on the phone and distracted, but stopped talking for a moment, “I’m so sorry,” he said before walking by.

  Ha, there goes Mr. Money – so much for the rich guy sweeping me off my feet with money, I got the other ending. The one that says he knocks you off your feet because he walks into you.

  Heading to the parking lot, I met my co-worker and hopped into his car, thanking him for the ride. “Do you need me to pick you up tomorrow?” He asked.

  “Oh thanks, could you? Do we work the same shift? My car will probably take a day or two,” I sighed.

  “I’ll come get you, no worries.”

  **

  When I got to work the following day, there was a note for me to see the manager. Great, I’m probably going to be reprimanded for that martini spill, and have yet another bill to pay for the guy’s dry cleaning bill.

  Heading to talk to the manager, he pulled me aside, “Did something happen last night?”

  I looked at him, not having a clue what he was talking about. “Not that I’m aware of, why?”

  “There was a message sent down, that I was to ask you to go to Katherine Golden’s office when you got in.” He looked at me suspiciously. “Why would she want to see you?”

  I shrugged, “Not a clue.”

  “Well, get on with it then. Don’t dally; come back here as soon as you can. You’ve got section four today, and it gets busy at lunch time. I figured I’d toss a few extra tables your way to help you pay for your car troubles.”

  “Thanks,” I said, unsure of what was going on.

  I headed through the double doors of the restaurant entrance and down the long hallway. A left, and then a right, and I found the polished oak door with Ms. Golden’s name on it.

  I knocked at the door, and was told to enter, only the voice was male not female. I opened it slowly, and saw Brice Golden standing in the office, coming to greet me with his hand out.

  I suddenly felt self-conscious and stood up a little straighter. “You wanted to see me? There was a note for me to come here.”

  “I don’t
believe we’ve met,” he said. “I’m Brice Golden,” stating the obvious.

  “Rachel,” I said shaking his hand. I was confused as to why I was standing here. Did the client from yesterday demand that I be fired?

  “I’m sorry about last night; I was distracted and wasn’t paying attention.”

  “That? Oh, no big deal. It happens to all of us,” I shrugged. He couldn’t be calling me into this office because he bumped into me, right? That’s silly; it’s such a tiny thing.

  “After I left, I realized I’d never met you before – didn’t have a clue who you were. I went and spoke to one of the managers, and he told me your name.”

  “Uh huh,” I wasn’t sure what else to say.

  “Anyway, I went back to my priorities, but you came back into my mind again. I realized you’d be perfect for a side project I’m working on.”

  I stood watching him talk. His voice was silky smooth, deep and even toned, and his face was shadowed with the perfect amount of razor stubble on it. Just enough to add more sex appeal. Brice Golden was a handsome man.

  He kept talking, “Would you be interested in a small side job that would pay very handsomely?”

  I didn’t know what to say, “Sure, I can always use money. What does it entail?”

  “Well,” he paused, “it isn’t a one day task. It would take an entire weekend, and you’d have to clear your calendar. Have you ever flown?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Oh, right. I have a private resort down in the islands, and I think you’d be a nice fit. It would be for one weekend. You’d be part of the wait staff and entertainment.”

  “Entertainment? I doubt I could get a weekend off. I just started picking up banquets,” I said, “but thank you for the offer.”

  “I think I can help you get off. I know the owner,” he winked.

  I was embarrassed I hadn’t considered that. “Umm, sure, I could use the cash. I’ve been having car troubles. What do you mean by entertainment?”

  “Great,” he ignored my question and went behind the large desk and jotted down an address. “Meet me here, on Friday at 6am.”

  I looked at the address he gave me, and before I could ask, “It’s a small airport. I’ll be meeting you and two others in the parking area.”

  “What should I wear?”

  “Anything you want, that won’t be an issue. I’ll issue your uniform when you get there.” He wasn’t ready to tell her there was no regular uniform, or clothing worn by most of the guests.

  Plantation Isle Resort wasn’t a standard resort, and one could only arrange to come there by invitation. It was a private, clothing optional resort on a private island, and Brice Golden owned it.

  **

  I made sure to arrive on time, knowing my habit of running late, and got there a little early. Lou had finished fixing my car, and on the promise that I had a good paying weekend job, I’d pay him for my car next week.

  I sat fidgeting in the car, waiting for others to show up. I felt funny in my old car, next to these nicer, well kept cars. It was a small airport, and most of the cars parked here were newer and fancier. It was lined with names like BMW, Mercedes, and Jaguar.

  When I finally saw Brice walking to the gate at the front of the parking lot, I got out of my car and headed over. I only had a small overnight bag, since he’d be supplying my uniform. Nobody else had arrived yet.

  “Have you flown before?” He asked, breaking the ice.

  I shook my head no, “First time.”

  He laughed, “Are you nervous? You’re in for a treat.”

  “A little,” I said, feeling more nervous standing here talking to Brice, than I was to fly.

  “These smaller planes can be a little bumpy at times, but it’s a nice private flight, so we can be in and out of here faster.”

  Brice looked at his watch, “I guess Karen isn’t going to make it. Colleen had an issue come up. I guess it’s just the two of us.” He glanced around the parking lot one last time, looking for Karen, and then led me to a private plane. “My pilot and assistant should be taking care of some final details, you can wait over here.”

  With everything settled, we boarded the plane. There were a few rows of large leather recliners and a bar. A bathroom and another small room were behind us. It felt weird sitting on a private plane with Mr. Golden. I’d never even flown before, and now I was about to fly first class in a way I couldn’t have even imagined.

  “There’s been a small problem,” he clucked his tongue, and then continued, “Karen was going to be my entertainment. That leaves me in a bind, unless…” he trailed off.

  I watched him speaking, and his hand mindlessly went up to loosen to his tie.

  “I know this isn’t what you signed up for, but if you’d be interested in changing positions from wait staff to entertainment, your weekend pay would go up dramatically.”

  “Entertainment?” There was that word again. I didn’t want to know.

  “You’d simply entertain a guest, staying close, making sure they’re comfortable, and take care of any of their needs.”

  “Needs?” I swallowed hard. “Are you talking about…” I couldn’t say it.

  “I see that makes you uncomfortable. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. Wait staff it is, then. No worries, I’ll be able to have another girl flown in.”

  I didn’t know what to think. He wanted me to “entertain” a guest, and by the sounds of it, he meant sexually. He barely knew me. Did he assume I’d do anything for money? What a jackass. Just because I’m broke doesn’t mean I’ll put out for cash. I didn’t know what to expect now, but I was second guessing my choice for the weekend.

  On landing, a car greeted us. We were whisked to the resort, and before us sprawled a tropical oasis. The grounds were lush and gorgeous. A simple wooden sign signified we were at the resort, and an arrow pointed us down a winding driveway. It wasn’t until we pulled up closer, that I realized how magnificent the place was. It wasn’t massive, but it was dynamic and incredible. Glass, stone, plants, it all blended seamlessly with the surroundings. I wouldn’t see the beach until later, and that was beautiful as well.

  Getting out of the car, he told me the staff would take me to my quarters. I averted my eyes when the first gentleman came my way, asking to take my bag. “Right this way,” he said. He wasn’t wearing any clothing! Thankfully a few people lingering about were, but very little. A woman carrying towels had on black bikini bottoms, but appeared not to be wearing a shirt. I tried not to stare, and felt relief when I saw somebody walk by in white tennis shorts and a form fitting tank top. I didn’t realize she was a guest. Most of the attendants wore next to nothing.

  It’s as if he could read my mind, “It’s clothing optional, for both the clients and the staff.”

  I swallowed hard, at least I heard optional. That meant I’d be able to wear my uniform. “Mr. Golden mentioned something about a uniform?”

  The man laughed, “If that’s what you want to call it,” he said.

  My eyes went wide. What had I gotten myself into?

  “You’re right through this door,” he said opening a bamboo door leading to an exquisite room with a large bed, surrounded my mesh netting. It was gorgeous, and unlike anything I’d experienced before. “Your uniform will be in the closet, if you choose to wear it. Somebody will come to you with instructions shortly. Get settled, and relax for the time being.”

  He left me to the room, and I looked at the high ceilings, and then the sculptures and artwork around the room. If this was the worker’s quarters, it was amazing. I couldn’t imagine what the guest’s rooms were like.

  Walking to the closet, I opened the doors to find my itty, bitty, tiny uniform on a hanger. My heart raced, realizing it was the same black bikini bottoms that the woman earlier was wearing. There was no top.

  This was a mistake. I knew it was.

  I heard a knock on the door, and went to open it.

  Brice was standing before me,
“Do you find your accommodations suitable, Rachel?”

  I nodded, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, they are beautiful, but the uniform you spoke of…” I trailed off.

  “I probably should have mentioned that detail, huh?”

  “You think?” I didn’t mean to come off sarcastic, but he was expecting me to be in only bikini bottoms for the weekend, serving guests. I’d never been topless in front of strangers before. “It’s just that I don’t know if I can, well,” I was blushing, “not wear a shirt.”

  He laughed. “You have a beautiful body, which is one of the reasons I thought you’d be a good fit here this weekend. I’m having a special guest flying in, and I’m sure they’d love to have such a gorgeous waitress at their beck and call.”

  It was twisted, he was blending compliments in with the fact that he wasn’t providing me with a shirt. I didn’t know whether to thank him for the kind words, or slap him for omitting such a big piece of information. It felt sneaky, and I didn’t appreciate it.

  “Why don’t you put on your uniform and see how you feel with just me here. Then, you’ll see what your comfort level is.”

  I stood staring at him, “You’re serious.”

  “Yes.”

  I shook my head. I knew he’d be paying me well, and I desperately needed the money, so I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Nobody at home will know that I was topless. “Okay, wait outside,” I finally said, caving.

  “I’d rather wait here.” He was so damn forward.

  I bit my cheek, “You’ve got to be kidding me?” I couldn’t hide the snarky tone in my voice.

  “Not one bit, now go on,” he was firm and to the point. He made it seem like I was wasting his time, and came off almost annoyed.

  I reminded myself, I agreed without asking enough questions. Part of this was my fault.

  I glared at Mr. Golden and slowly stripped off my clothing, turning my back to him, so he only saw my bare bottom. Removing the bikini from the hanger, I stepped into the material, and covered my breasts, crossing my arms.

  Slowly, I turned back to him, my arms still covering my body.