The Face of Ecstasy (closed)

[charitybimbo]

Lacy stepped out into the tropical heat and let out a happy sigh. This was the best day of her life! She looked around at the crowd gathered outside the airport. She spotted a man holding a sign with her name on it. She practically skipped over to him, nearly jiggling out of her top, her tiny skirt swaying, not quite baring her ass, but teasing anyone behind her with the possibility. She held her hand out, grinning.

"Hi! I'm Lacy!" she chirped.

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A week ago, she had what she thought was the worst day of her life. She had been scraping the ice off her windshield outside the Fillin' Station, a kitschy place that served pancakes and Americana way up in the snow belt. Her phone had started blowing up and she got in the car to see what it was.

Her boyfriend had posted the bikini pictures of her that he swore he deleted from his phone. He also posted the chat they had had the night before.

• Lacy: I got the Saturday shift!!
• Tommy: Wow. Who'd you have to blow to get that?
• L: Michael.
• T: wait what?
• L: Michael said he'd give me Saturday if I gave him a bj.
• T: and you did?????
• L: u said I could suck as much dick as I wanted
• T: I said you could suck as much dick as you wanted and not get pregnant. I didn't say you could cheat on me!
• L: but Dave said it wasn't cheating!
• T: did you blow him too?
• L: I was trying to cheer him up!

Then he told her it was over. The pics already had hundreds of likes. She was heart-broken and humiliated.

For days, the lewd comments came fast and furious, and even though she was able to get the pics taken down, they had been reposted again and again. Her mom threatened to kick her out of the house. She got fired because the Fillin' Station was a family restaurant and they already had people boycotting them. It had been a nightmare.

Three days ago, she got a DM that simply asked if she had a passport. They never said anything about the pics Tommy had posted, or the texts, and she didn't make the connection. When she replied yes, that she had needed one to go to Canada, the person offered to fly her to the Caribbean for a job interview.

"What kind of job?" she had asked.

"We want you to be the public face of Ecstasy, a new resort opening in a few weeks." The picture followed. As well as the offer, a private cabana on the beach, meals at 5 star restaurants, all included, as well as a six figure salary.

"What would I have to do?" she asked, but she was already applying for the passport.

"We need someone who can keep our VIP customers happy," the response came. "Someone friendly and cheerful. Someone nice to look at. We think you're perfect."

"I am! I would be really good at that!"

"So, when can you come down?"

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That was three days ago, and today, she had flown down for a job interview. Just the smell of the air here was making her feel better.

 

[shizzz]

Lance sat in the back of the stretch Jaguar sitting in the cool air conditioned space while the driver stood outside holding Lacy’s sign. He was in a white three piece suit with a light blue shirt and a gray tie. The cool blue shirt brought out his sapphire colored eyes, while the tie accented the salt and pepper hair that was combed and styled like a man on the cover of GQ, his features were firm, but soft. Every edge was slightly rounded, from his cheeks and his chin, to the small bulge of the few pounds he could spare to lose.

He ran thick strong fingers through his hair as he recalled the shot of her on his phone, realizing he was rolling the dice, but he had a knack for always coming out ahead in rolls like these.


He had been scouring the socials for someone to suit his needs. He wouldn’t be able to go the usual routes, because this wasn’t your usual position. He needed someone who embodied luxury, but also embodied service and treatment.

He had stumbled across reposts of Lacy in her bikini, and he loved the way she looked at the beach, in her golden bikini, with her golden hair, and her golden skin.

A little more digging, by one of his techs, had gotten him access to her phone logs and he had seen the exchanges on there.

She was perfect, kind and empathic, but oblivious. She knew how and what people wanted and needed, but she was only capable of being in the moment, hence neglected to be monogamous in her relationships when some others needs arise.

He turned his head up to look out the tinted window when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye.

His driver, Sean, was also picturesque. His dark complexion strong features and bright smile made people almost at once feel as though they are in capable hands. Sean is a native to the islands, and Lance had found him through a local underground fighting ring, and turned him into the epitome of a car man. Kept you safe, knew every road and neighborhood in the island, and his smile could calm a tiger.



Sean lifted the sign higher as a blonde beauty strode towards the car, his boss sure could pick them, he thought to himself as he set the card on the roof of the car as she approached.

Lacy came jiggling toward the car, her garb thin and light, as the tropical heat required, and her excitement obvious as she practically bounced up to the driver

“Ms. Lacy, I am Sean, the driver. Please leave your things and Join Mr Morgan inside” and as he said that he reached over and opened the back door gesturing for her to enter. His stiff charcoal suit shimmered in the mid day sun as he smiled wide for the beauty

“Welcome to Paradise”


.

Sean opened the door for her and Lance motioned her in

“Leave your bag and your other belongings with Sean. “ l” he told her. As his eyes drank her in.

He loved being in the back of the car when woman got in. The never looked you directly in the eye, since they were maneuvering into a car, and as she bent down to make it in he got an amazing view of her full bronze cleavage.

“I trust your flight went well” he asked as he gestured at a bottle of water ina small cask of ice.

“have a drink” he said as he let his eyes meet hers

“It will take awhile to nearly an hour to get to the resort. And while we ride we can talk more about the position, but first make yourself comfortable “

 

[charitybimbo]

Sean gestured for her to get in the car, and she realized he was the driver, not the man she was supposed to meet. She was so flustered by her mistake that she took a step too far and bonked her head as she bent down to get in the car.

“Fudge!” she squealed, and clutched her forehead.

It worked out nicely for Lance, because she was frozen in just the right posture, bent down so her tits were practically spilling out of her top. It wasn’t that she had hit her head that hard. It wasn’t going to bruise or anything. Really, once the shock wore off, it didn’t even hurt.

It was that she had piled stupid on top of stupid. First she had tried to introduce herself to the driver, and then she hadn’t even been able to get in the car without hitting her head. Everyone always said she was dumb, even her Mom. Sometimes they would say something nice like “At least you got tits,” but she knew they meant she was stupid, and right now, it felt like they were right.

The guy in the backseat with her was talking. Had she missed anything?

Leave the bags for the driver, she had done that right, at least. Something about her flight, as if he was trying to pretend she hadn’t just made a fool of herself. She took a deep breath, to pull herself together. Then he was offering her water. She took the bottle and held it to her forehead. It was ice cold, and it felt good.

“I’m so sorry,” she said at last, lowering the bottle, twisting it open. She shivered as drops of condensation fell on her bare thighs, tickling her. “I’m not usually such a mess, I just….” She took a deep breath, looked around her.

“This is a really nice car!” she said, changing the subject. She had never been in a limo before, where she was from, everyone drove pickup trucks. She realized her mouth was dry, and she chugged half the bottle of water down before she realized she hadn’t introduced herself.

“I’m Lacy,” she said, looking up at him nervously. He had said something about the position, and she bit her lip. She took another sip of the water, and noticed a slightly chemical taste - probably something they used to purify it, she thought.

"I'm sure the position will be fine," she said, smiling, hoping she sounded confident. "It sounds easy enough."

 

[shizzz]

He watched her as she settled in, he had kept a smile from his face when she bumped her head, Lance had always ignored people’s public accidents, that’s what he would want them to do.

And he had taken the chance to admire the swell of cleavage, her breast were full and pressed together as the tops pushed against the low neckline. He acknowledged his assumption about her breasts, they would indeed be perfect for tit fucking. Many women did not realize just how much men liked to do that because few had the assets to do it right.

She slipped to her seat, and being quite flustered with herself he gave her a moment to settle in. As she sat, and because of how distracted she was by her embarrassing entrance, she did not seem aware of how high her skirt had slid up. Whether she didn’t notice or didn’t care, both again acknowledged he had chosen well, she was not subconscious about it.

As she pulled the bottle from her head, the water droplets glistened, and he noticed as some drops fell from the bottle and ran down her thighs, slowly rolling down the inner curve where her legs pressed together. The water was something of a special blend, he had mixed a few club drugs to give her some energy and remove some inhibitions, along with a little bit of what is essentially viagra, which works on women the same way in men.

“Well I am glad you like the car. It is quite roomy”, he said as he leaned back in his seat, her sitting across from him.

I’m glad the flight was well and now we can get you acclimated to island life” he said as he gestured to the gorgeous view out of the window. The. He gestured to a box in the seat beside her.

“I have brought your uniform along too. We will stop in the small village where the seamstress is. I need to make sure it fits perfectly” he told her as he glanced back to her, his cool eyes sliding over her form openly

“I think it will be close and I hope the stop does not take long. I have an appointment with an important guest shortly after we arrive.

He told her as the car zipped down the quiet tropical road, passing beautiful birds and scenery as the limo zipped along.

 

[charitybimbo]

Mr Morgan was surprisingly handsome. He had salt and pepper hair and blue eyes that she could get lost in, and despite the tropical heat, he was wearing a 3 piece suit and a tie. He and Sean seemed to be the only guys in the whole country wearing long pants and actual shoes. Sean was dark, handsome, and had a deep, rich voice with a thick accent that made him seem exotic. Mr Morgan was older, gone a little soft but in a way that just made him look successful. In the limo, of course, the AC made the suit comfortable. She wondered if she was underdressed, but she noticed his eyes drifting down over her body and she smiled. Being checked out was familiar, safe territory.

She turned to look out the window, twisting a little, inadvertently allowing her thighs to part, showing him a glimpse of her little pink panties as she oo-ed excitedly at the view. A lush tropical forest, bright with colorful birds and flowers, gave way to a vista of the ocean, with white sand beaches below. She sighed - this was paradise.

Mr Morgan called her attention to a small box, and mentioned taking her to a seamstress to get her uniform fitted.

Was she hired already? She bit her lip. She didn’t want to ask, if he had just made up his mind, she didn’t want to change it.

“Thank you!” she said, her voice lower, warmer than it had been. She bit her lip and looked up at him shyly as she opened the box. Yes, she knew he was giving her her work uniform, but it felt like he was a handsome, rich, older man giving her a present, and her heart was racing.

It wasn’t a terribly small bikini, She had a smaller one in her bag,and there was a sarong to wrap around her hips. It had the resort’s logo, a pretty design of pink flowers against a backdrop of sea green, on each cup of the top and on the front of the thong bottom. It wasn’t until she held up the top that she saw it was made of a fine mesh that would be basically see-through. The thong bottom was the same. The sarong wasn’t any better. She felt her face growing hot as she blushed.

“Th - this is my uniform?” she stammered, and looked up at him.

She pressed her thighs together, her hips squirming with nervous excitement. It wasn’t just her cheeks that were burning. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as well, and her heart was thundering. She realized her mouth was open, and her chest was heaving. She was practically hyperventilating.

 

[AdamPhoenix]

Lacy stepped out into the tropical heat and let out a happy sigh. This was the best day of her life! She looked around at the crowd gathered outside the airport. She spotted a man holding a sign with her name on it. She practically skipped over to him, nearly jiggling out of her top, her tiny skirt swaying, not quite baring her ass, but teasing anyone behind her with the possibility. She held her hand out, grinning.

"Hi! I'm Lacy!" she chirped.

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A week ago, she had what she thought was the worst day of her life. She had been scraping the ice off her windshield outside the Fillin' Station, a kitschy place that served pancakes and Americana way up in the snow belt. Her phone had started blowing up and she got in the car to see what it was.

Her boyfriend had posted the bikini pictures of her that he swore he deleted from his phone. He also posted the chat they had had the night before.

• Lacy: I got the Saturday shift!!
• Tommy: Wow. Who'd you have to blow to get that?
• L: Michael.
• T: wait what?
• L: Michael said he'd give me Saturday if I gave him a bj.
• T: and you did?????
• L: u said I could suck as much dick as I wanted
• T: I said you could suck as much dick as you wanted and not get pregnant. I didn't say you could cheat on me!
• L: but Dave said it wasn't cheating!
• T: did you blow him too?
• L: I was trying to cheer him up!

Then he told her it was over. The pics already had hundreds of likes. She was heart-broken and humiliated.

For days, the lewd comments came fast and furious, and even though she was able to get the pics taken down, they had been reposted again and again. Her mom threatened to kick her out of the house. She got fired because the Fillin' Station was a family restaurant and they already had people boycotting them. It had been a nightmare.

Three days ago, she got a DM that simply asked if she had a passport. They never said anything about the pics Tommy had posted, or the texts, and she didn't make the connection. When she replied yes, that she had needed one to go to Canada, the person offered to fly her to the Caribbean for a job interview.

"What kind of job?" she had asked.

"We want you to be the public face of Ecstasy, a new resort opening in a few weeks." The picture followed. As well as the offer, a private cabana on the beach, meals at 5 star restaurants, all included, as well as a six figure salary.

"What would I have to do?" she asked, but she was already applying for the passport.

"We need someone who can keep our VIP customers happy," the response came. "Someone friendly and cheerful. Someone nice to look at. We think you're perfect."

"I am! I would be really good at that!"

"So, when can you come down?"

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That was three days ago, and today, she had flown down for a job interview. Just the smell of the air here was making her feel better.

I love where this one is going but I need to go to bed. See you in my dreams in the Caribbean Lacy.xxx

 

[charitybimbo]

I love where this one is going but I need to go to bed. See you in my dreams in the Caribbean Lacy.xxx

The thread is closed.

Please respect that.

 

[shizzz]

Lance smiled as she turned her head to drink in the local landscape. As she twisted he couldn’t help but admire her to pull tighter across her chest, and the profile she presented showed how full and round her breasts were. The twist in her torso also gave him a glimpse deeper between her thighs, and he caught a hint of pink panties.

He was very curious of what she would think of the uniform, it was not for the faint of heart. But his interest in her was all due to the body she had to be confident about, as much as it was about how her head worked. He hoped she would take this the right way, otherwise he would be meeting the new client on his own today, without his new mascot and concierge (of sorts)

He watched her face as she pulled the bikini and sarong from the box and held it up. Her half stammered question made his heart sink a little.

“Yes I know it’s a little thin, but that is because of the heat. The colors are designed so they hide the landmarks of the body. With all those colors and lines it will be impossible to see your nipples” he told her as the car began to slow down

“Ah, we are here at the seamstress. This material also requires a deft skill to modify. You’ll see that it looks fine when you e tried it on. I’m afraid I’ll be quite particular about the fit. “ he said as the car slowly came to a stop

“I want people to see you and think just how lucky they are to be where they are, and then when, if you are the right person for the job, you facilitate all the comforts of the spa being lavished on them, they will see themselves as being doted on by perfection” he said with a soft smile.

Just then, Sean opened the door for Lance. He deftly stood up and exited the car. He turned and offered his hand to Lacy

“Come”

 

[charitybimbo]

Mr Morgan had a really nice smile, Lacy thought dreamily, but when she asked about the uniform, it disappeared.

He explained to her that it was thin because of the climate and she started shaking her head.

“It’s ok!” she said, holding it to her as if he might try to take it away. “I like it! I just didn’t expect something like this to be my uniform!” She felt oddly thrilled by the whole thing, like her heart was pushing more blood than it usually did, so her whole body was throbbing and electric. She giggled with excitement, but she wasn’t really sure why. Then they were at the seamstress.

She turned to get out of the car, but he was still talking, so she turned back, and just shifting on the seat of the car like that made her shiver. She forced herself to listen to him, nodding eagerly.

“I’m going to be so good at this job,” she said, bouncing a little in her excitement, almost bouncing her tits out of her top. “I swear. All that stuff, lavishing comforts and doting and like that? That’s, like, me! My friends even say I’m too much of a people pleaser, but what’s wrong with making people feel good, right?”

Then the door opened, and Mr Morgan got out. He held his hand out to her and told her to come. She put her hand in his, scrambling across the seat, not caring how it made her skirt ride up. She got out, dizzy with excitement, and then remembered the uniform. She turned and bent down to get it, baring her ass in the skimpy pink thong to Sean and Mr Morgan for a moment.

The seamstress was older, a tiny woman, but still pretty. She looked Lacy up and down, and then chuckled, shaking her head.

“Go in there and change,” she said, pointing to a small closet that was separated from the main room by a bead curtain. It offered no privacy, but Lacy was too excited to care.

She peeled her top off and put the bikini top on. Her skirt and thong followed, quickly replaced by the uniform thong and the sarong. Despite Mr Morgan’s assurances, she felt like they could see everything, her nipples, even the split of her pussy. She giggled again, nervous and excited, and came out.

“Do you like it?” she asked, standing in the middle of the room and then spinning for them to see. Just the one turn made her lose her balance, and she grabbed Mr Morgan’s arm to steady herself.

 

[shizzz]

He smiled as her answer rang in his head, the little southern twang made it delightful. ‘A real people please’

He let his eyes dart to her cleavage as she took his hand, and he found himself unsure of how he wanted it on display, but the seamstress would have ideas too.

His attention was yanked back to her when she suddenly turned back to the car and leaned in to get the garment.

The picture had not let him see her ass, and skirts are delightful, but they don’t give you all the angles on a woman’s ass.

Well they do like this, he thought, as she bent down and stretched her arm into the car. The skirt ride high, showing the curve of her ass, and the hint of her pink thong. Then she reached for the bag, and he could see the swell of her sex, where her bronze thighs met. The round fullness made him think of driving his hips into them.

But then she turned and stood up, ending the show, and they headed inside. Lance glanced over at Sean and smiled. He had apparently made similar observations.


Moments later Carol, the seamstress was chuckling as Lacy stepped through the beaded curtain. Lacy’s arms dropped to the hem of her shirt and she peeled her top off, her breasts bouncing free.

Carol was about to mention the door to Lacy’s left was the real changing room. But she glanced at Lance, and let it go. The driver had remained outside, but Carol knew Lance well enough to understand.

Lacy’s skirt dropped to the floor and moments later she strode back out in front of them. Her breasts jiggling with each step, and hips swaying as the material stretched with her movements

Lances eyes went straight to her nipples as she came closer. They were darker than he had guessed and he wasn’t sure if he wanted that much visibility. Then his eyes dropped to her critch, and he liked how that looked.

Lacy spun for them, giving him an open view of the ass he had admired outside, and it was just as pert and well rounded as her chest. She was the epitome of divine

Competing the spins she stumbled and caught his arm. He reflexively reached out, and felt her breast graze his arm. His cock twitched.

“that does look good doesn’t it carol” Lance asked as he stood her back up. He walked behind her and put his hands on the strap of thing that wrapped around her hips. He pulled them up a little higher, watching the string tighten between her round ass

“It looks best if it comes up over the hips” he said as he trailed to stand beside her, taking in her profile, he could see her nipple a sticking out against the thin fabric.

“Hmm” he said as he walked around in front of her.

“Lift your hands up over your head” and as she complied he washed her breasts lift up and swell. The material moving with her, not letting her chest slip higher.

“Now bend down at the waist like you are picking something up” he told her. His eyes fixed on her cleavage as her tots swelled together in her top, threatening to slip free

“Stay there” he said and he walked around behind her, admiring how the thing barely cover her. He reached for the thin strap that split her ass cheeks, and tugged slightly. The material just barely covered her pussy, and hinted at the delightful puckered asshole.

“Good the botttom fits great” he said as he walked back in front of her

Giving her a view of his slacks, that she might notice were getting a little snug in the groin area

“Now stand up” he said and watched as she leaned back up.

“Just bounce on your toes like you were walking fast. I wanna see the top hold back your breasts.

She complied and he smiled at the sight of her tits bouncing.

“You have some great genetics Lacy” he told her. And as she continued to bounce, soon the top began to slide, the dark aerialos soon peaking out.

“Hmm Carol this won’t do. Lacy take off your top and let carol take it in a little. And add An additional layer if fabric. Her nipples are darker than I had imagined let’s see if we can make them a little less visible. Not completely obscured though” he says to carol, then turns to Lacy gesturing for the top

“Carol can take it back in her shop and get it fixed in a few minutes. “ then he glanced at his watch

“”Ten minutes” he says to Carol who nods curtly

 

[charitybimbo]

Lacy was trying hard not to giggle as Mr Morgan looked her up and down. She was able to stifle the sounds, but her shoulders shook, and it made her breasts bounce in the skimpy cups of the bikini top. When he set her back on her feet, he gave the bikini bottom a little tug, pulling it up snug over her pussy, and she gasped. The giggles stopped as she tried to catch her breath.

She obediently raised her arms over her head when he instructed her to, and she saw his eyes fixedon her breasts. Her heart was thundering so hard and fast she was surprised he couldn’t hear it. She had never felt anything like this before. Sure, men had oogled her before, and some even stared, but to be inspected like this was something entirely unfamiliar, and weirdly exciting.

Maybe it was the tropical heat that made her skin prickle, as if a gajillion needles were gently poking her, only it was nice. When he told her to bend down, she obeyed immediately. She blushed as he walked behind her. She knew how exposed her body was in the position, in this skimpy bikini, and she had to stop herself giggling nervously again.

For a fraction of a second, she thought that he shouldn’t be making her expose herself like this as part of a job interview. Even as the thought was striking her, though, she dismissed it. It didn’t matter to her what anyone back home would think. They weren’t here. She was here, and she wanted this job. And yes, she liked the idea that Mr Morgan was looking at her most intimate parts. When she felt his fingers touching her, she shivered, and when he tugged the thong, she couldn’t help letting out a soft squeak of excitement.

She couldn’t help looking up when he walked in front of her, and the sight of the bulge in his suit pants was unmistakable. It was the finest compliment he could have given her. When he told her to stand back up, she did so, not realizing her that her mouth was hanging open, and her eyes were glued to his crotch.

She bounced as instructed, until he told her to take her top off. She blushed, looking at Carol, but the small woman just smiled and waited. Lacy undid the tie at the back and pulled the top over her head, standing barechested in front of Mr Morgan. She handed him the top and clasped her hands in front of her, shyly, too excited to really think of what to do.

“Ten minutes,” he told Carol.

Ten minutes, they would be alone there, together. Her nipples ached. Her pussy seemed to throb with every beat of her heart. She looked up at him, and gave him a nervous smile.

“So,” she said, trying to make small talk. “Um, are you married?”

 

[shizzz]

He smiled as she complied, his eyes drinking in the site of her full tots bouncing free when she pulled the bikini top off

And handed him the top. He had let his eyes linger on her breasts, but as she handed the top to him, he pulled his eyes to hers and then handed it to Carol.

When he turned back she had her hands hugging her chest and covering herself. This made her breasts swell and billow around her forearms as she smiled at him

“Me, no” he said in response to her question. He could see her face redden and hear the tension in her slightly southern Accent.

“I’ve always been far too busy for any woman to stay with me too long. They always get jealous if the work, since it comes first” he said as he let his eyes slide over her hips and thighs

“What about you” he asked as he started to walk around her again, his eyes on her thighs and round ass as he listened to her response

“Do you have any special dietary needs or anything like that? the job comes with a private bungalow and food budget, which goes through the resort.” He told her as he finished his circuit of her, stopping in front of her again

“I ask because your skin is amazing, and your physique is impressive”

Emphasizing his point he nods towards her arms

“Are you uncomfortable? You don’t have to be shy around me. I insist that my employees are always comfortable around me. After all there will be many long days and late nights together”

 

[charitybimbo]

Lacy nodded, sympathetically. She thought it must be hard for him, working so hard that he couldn’t even have a girlfriend. Then it hit her that she was single too.

“Um, my boyfriend broke up with me,” she mumbled when he asked. She sighed, sadly. He started to walk around her, and she straightened up. She didn’t want to slouch or look like she was lazy. The fact that she was pushing her tits and ass out was lost on her, but she watched him circling, and shivered with excitement at the hungry look in his eyes.

“Dietary needs?” she echoed, taken off guard by his question. “N - I don’t think so. What’s a bungalow?”

She looked at him wide-eyed, confused and excited, hoping she got the job. But he wouldn’t make her stand here practically naked while Carol fixed her top if he didn’t mean to hire her, would he? She blushed when he complimented her skin, and then he nodded towards her arms. She realized that she was covering herself, when he probably wanted to see her tits.

“No!” she said, quickly. Her hands dropped to her side, and then she clasped them behind her back, pushing her bare breasts towards him, as if to make up for the time they were hidden.

“I mean, I don’t usually show my… my boobs off like this but… I don’t mind.” She giggled nervously. It was true that she didn’t usually show herself off like that. It was also true that she didn’t mind. In fact, as Mr Morgan looked her up and down, she realized that she kind of liked it. She bit her lip, shifting her weight from foot to foot, making her body do a sort of unintentional shimmy.

“Do… do you like them?” she whispered, and pushed her chest out a little.

 

[shizzz]

He smiled as a sort of shock, and a look of something like real regret, as she dropped her hands from her breasts, freeing her tits to drop delightfully, with barely a wobble.

Her hands slide around to her back as her eyes went from his , to where he was looking, back to her own tits. Asking him if he liked them

“I don’t know if anyone has told you this, but you do have amazing breasts. Even if a guy isn’t a breast man, he wouldn’t be able to resist these” he told her with a hunger in his voice.

He took a half step to the side.

“And you have an adorable ass, the kind any ass man could appreciate” he told her as one hand unconsciously slid up to her breast. He gave it a soft squeeze, then lifted it slightly as he palmed her breast.

“Your skin is so warm and silky. And your tit feels amazing, the perfect balance between firm and soft”he said as he released her tit, his cock throbbing at the loss

His other hand slid to her waist, then to her back, and down over the curve of her ass cheek, giving that a firm squeeze

“And your ass has that same balance of firm and soft” he tells her, finding himself being pulled into the gravity of her. He steps closer, the swell in his slacks sliding over her hip as he breaths in the scent of her hair.

Just then Carol clears her throat as she steps back into the room with the augmented top

“Here Lacy, try it now” she says handing her the top as she steps up beside Lance eying her as much as he was

“You really do have amazing taste Lance” she says as though what she saw as she came in was normal and expected

 

[charitybimbo]

Lacy beams when he tells her she has amazing tits. It isn’t that she hasn’t heard it before, but Mr Morgan is clearly an important man, and if he likes her tits, it means more than some rando. She giggled when he complimented her ass, wiggling her hips in playful excitement. His attention is intoxicating, and she feels absolutely stoned just enjoying his eyes on her.

When he touches her breast, she freezes. This is something different. Looking at her is probably pushing the limits, but it is nice, and she’s only topless because the woman is making adjustments to her top. But him touching her is crossing a line. She knows it in the abstract, but she wishes he would do more than touch her so tentatively.

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. She holds her breath, as if any movement might scare the hand away from her. She lets out the softest moan when he squeezes her tit, and shudders as he bounces it, her nipple stiff as a pencil eraser against his palm.

His other hand slides down to her ass as he lets her breast go, and she whimpers. He brushes his cock against her, and she arches her back, pressing back against him. Now she knows it’s going to happen. She knows it’s bad, but she can’t help herself. She can’t remember ever being this excited before. She hooks her thumbs in the sides of her thong to slide it down, to let him know she’s ready.

But before she begins, there is a sound. Carol is back.

Lacy gapes at the other woman, her mouth hanging open. Then she takes the top and pulls it on. Her hands are trembling so badly she can hardly tie the thing behind her back, but when she does she turns towards Mr Morgan again.

“Is that better?” she says, her voice a hoarse whisper.

 

[shizzz]

Lance wasn’t sure if he wanted to thank Carol, or fire her. He had not felt that intoxicated by a woman in quite some time.

Carols arrival ends the moment they were having, and he steps back to give Lacy room to pull her top on. He watched with a half smile as she thrusts her chest out, to tie it behind her back. And of course this makes her bosoms appear even larger.

Ina few moments she has the top on, and Lance stares intently, he can still make out her nipple, but now it is something that is hinted at, and he finds the change to be perfect.

“Good, that extra layer seems to have done the trick. Now I can barely make out your nipples” he says, then glances back to see carol affirmation.

“Now wiggle around a bit and let’s see if they still slip out” he tells her and then turns to carol

“Go ahead and alter the other versions of her uniform” the he turne his head back to Lacy, who is bouncing and shimmying. This time the top holds her tits firmly, and he watches as her flesh shifts in her too, swelling and bouncing, but the top holds them firmly in place.

“Good. Now let’s get back to the car. We have a meeting in just under an hour. Where you can demonstrate how well you can keep our client happy” he told her with a wink. Then gestured fir the door

“After you”

 

[charitybimbo]

Lacy bites her lip as Mr Morgan assesses her breasts again. Obediently, she shakes her shoulders, bounces and wriggles, hoping that the top will need further alteration, so that she’ll be alone with him again. Unfortunately, he is satisfied, and tells Carol to alter the other versions of the uniform. Then he turns to her and grabs her tits, and she gasps as he squeezes them.

She is left panting as he lets go, and walks out. She stumbles after him, not thinking how she is dressed until Sean sees her and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. She tries to think of something to say, but Mr Morgan is clearly in a hurry, and she scrambles to get into the back of the car beside him without being the cause of any delay. She doesn’t know how far Ecstasy is, but they have a meeting in less than an hour.

“I left my clothes…,” she starts to say, but Mr Morgan’s phone rings, and he holds out a hand to stop her. He nods to her that he understood, then turns away to speak to whoever it is.

Lacy sits back in the seat, her skin tingling, desperate to be touched. Her nipples and pussy throb with each beat of her heart, and she feels a desperate need for contact. She clenches her fists and holds tehm at her side, but it is so hard not to touch herself.

 

[shizzz]

Lance heard her mention her clothes, and just as he was about to tell her to run back, his phone rings. He answers right away. The call is from his phone service and there are apparently issues at the dock with the food. He curses silently, but his assistant, knowing the schedule, has already sent another car for Lance. And he smiles as he watches Lacy slide into the back.

“He sees Sean smiling at her as well, since he had held the door open for her.

Sean quickly returns to his service demeanor when he sees his boss looking. Back straight and eyes forward the large ebony man is the icon of a carman.

Lance hangs up his phone. And leans his head down to the car, drinking in the site of her cleavage one last time.

“I have to run down to the docks briefly, there is another car coming to get me, but I will see you at the resort. Sean will take care of you and help you however you need and make sure you are where you need to be when you need to be there.

He turns back to Sean

“She left her clothes inside, please take her back in and help her fetch her clothes. Then you can take the scenic route back, if you have time you can even stop at one of the lovely overlooks” he tells him, just as a car pulls up on the other side of him. He leans back down into the car, his cool blue eyes meeting Lacy’s

“Sean will take care of you, and please feel free to ask him anything, anything at all”. Then he leans back up, steps into the open car door and rides off.


Sean is blown away as he watches her stride back towards the car. Lacy is built right, but more than that is her smile. As she gets closer he has a hard time deciding where to look. Her jiggling tits, her swaying hips, her amazing thighs, her sparkling eyes, or her lovely smile.

He steps back to open the door for her, and admires the look on her face as she slides over the leather seats. He had caught her say something to the boss man but hadn’t caught it.

Then Lance gets on the phone for a few minutes, and the plans for this morning change. He will have time to get to know her, after all as the carman, he will likely drive her around a good bit.

Lance dips into another car and is gone.

“Come and Lacy” he says as he reached into the car, offering his hand to help her out

“Let’s go get your clothes real quick” he tells her, and as the serviceman he has been trained to walk behind the rider, and takes the opportunity to watch her ass jiggle with every stride. The sarang is thin and hides little where wraps around her waist, the thing strap is thin, and disappears into her generous ass cheeks.

Just as they reach the door carol comes out

“Ms Carol, we won’t be but a moment, we need to grab her clothes” he says in his deep voice, thick with the rolling carefree accent of the Caribbean.

“Certainly, I’ve got to run, please just lock it when you leave” carol says gesturing to the latch to turn before heading off to her own car

Sean holds the door open

“After you ma’am “

 

[charitybimbo]

Lacy blushes as Mr Morgan looks down at her in the backseat of the car. For a moment, she thinks he’s going to do something - touch her or kiss her or push her down and spread her legs or something… and even though he’s her boss, she kind of wants him to. Instead, he talks.

She isn’t sure why it’s so hard to follow - something about the docks, and another car. Then he’s talking to Sean, something about scenic overlooks - and then there is another car. He speaks to her again, and then he gets in the other car, and leaves her there with Sean.

Sean offers her a hand, and helps her out of the car again. She stares at him, breathlessly. Just holding his hand is impossibly sensual. He tells her to get her clothes, and she walks towards the door. Her whole body feels wriggly, and she rocks her hips as she walks more than she normally would.

Ms Carol is leaving, but leaves the door open for her to get her clothes. She goes in, disoriented for a moment. Then she remembers the dressing room with the beaded curtain. She goes back, and fumbles with the string holding the top of her bikini on. It’s almost impossible, and it’s so hot. She bends down to pick up her skirt and tank top, her skimpy thong. Then she turns towards Sean.

“Would it be ok if I just wore my uniform?” she asks. “It’s so hot, I don’t really want to put all this back on right now. And It feels kind of weird to be in Ms Carol’s place without her here. Besides, if we both work for the resort, there shouldn’t be anything wrong with me wearing this, right?”

She bites her lip, looking at him, wondering what he looks like without his uniform on. His uniform is much less revealing than hers, but a uniform is a uniform.

 

[shizzz]

Sean escorted Lacy into the shop, walking towards the small side room as she led the way.

He watched her step through the beaded curtain, smiling at the clacking sound that followed. He found the sound ensuring as he watched the blond beauty saunter through them.

He watched her breasts swell in the tight top as she reached behind her head to untie her bikini. Finding himself unsure whether to turn around or not, but her hands dropped back to her side, obviously unable to get the knot untied.

She then bent over, the sarong wrapped around her waist did little to hide the shape of her ass, making that perfect heart shape as it curved down to her thighs, the small thing barely covering the swell of her lips, the bottom was not as thick as the top, and he could swear he could make out her the lines of her pussy lips.

She rose up, clothes in hand and walked back towards him. She began to ask him about her clothes, but as she stepped forward, the soft jiggle of her breasts, their shifting weight, and an act of god made the knot come free. The bikini slowly slid off of her breasts, and he swallowed hard as her full round melons presented themselves to him. Her dark nipples were hard and he found himself licking his lips. His dark skin, white teeth, and pink tongue creating contrast across his face

“Umm yess, wearing your uniform is completely fine” he said in answer. His eyes dipped openly to her chest.

“You may need to fix your top, unless you are too hot? I’m fine if you choose to wear it that way” he told her with a wink as his hands went to his pants

“I have another uniform too, when the occasion calls for swimming and such”
He told her as he quickly undid his button and zipper. He pulled his pants down slightly showing the thing underneath. The spa ‘Ecstasy’ written in white on the light blue speedo across his waist, the letters distorted on the left side where his long thick member was tucked over his thigh, in order to keep it in the garment.

 

[charitybimbo]

Lacy stopped when he licked his lips, and looked down to see that her top had come open and slipped down, baring her breasts. She blushed, but she couldn’t help grinning. Maybe it was the tropics, but she felt like she was about to crawl out of her skin. She desperately wanted touch. And it seemed like Sean wanted to touch her.
He suggested she fix her top, but gave her a reason not to. Then he opened his pants.
Her eyes nearly fell out of her head. Her mouth fell open, as she took in the sight of his cock, swollen and straining against the miniscule swimsuit he wore instead of underwear.
She giggled, breathlessly, and looked up to see Sean smirking. He reached out and his hand cupped the back of her head. Just that touch felt so good she shivered. She heard her ex, Tommy’s voice, telling her “You can suck as much dick as you want.”
She sank to her knees, mouth watering in anticipation.
A siren sounded.
“Fuck!” Sean said, stepping back. The siren was his phone. “Hang on,” he growled at her. She knelt there, topless, gazing hungrily at him as he took the call. “What?”
—-------------------
Christina was slicing limes and absent-mindedly shaking her hips to the beat of the piped in music. It was island music, chill, good to dance to, but good to not dance to, too. She wore a bikini and a sarong, nowhere near as revealing as what Lacy had tried on, but she still looked nice. The breeze off the ocean drifted lazily over the expanse of white sand and into the shade of the Ecstasy beachside bar.
A heavyset man in long pants and a button down shirt snapped his fingers.
“Can I get a shot of Zafiro Anejo?” he barked, impatient already.
It was still fifteen minutes til they technically opened, and she was getting her station prepped. She didn’t tell him that, though. She poured the shot, put a dish with a wedge of lime and a shaker of salt on the tray, and carried it down to him.
“Good morning, sir,” she said brightly. “What room please?”
“I don’t fucking know, yet, do I?” he snarled.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, serving him quickly and backing away.
“Where the hell are you going?” he growled, slamming the empty glass down. “Again. Supposed to be fucking paradise and you’re giving me attitude. What, you got other customers somewhere?”
She did not. She poured him another shot. And another.
Then he seemed to see her for the first time. He leered.
“You’re pretty fucking sexy,” he said. “What do you do here besides pour?”
“Nothing, sir,” she said, nervously. “I’m just a bartender.”
Before anything else happened, Raoul appeared, in white shorts and an Ecstasy polo shirt.
“Mister Renaud’s drinks will be complimentary this morning, Christina,” he said, and put a companionable hand on the customer’s shoulder.
“Fuck off, Julio,” Renaud said. “Now if Christina here wants to give me a hand….”
“Of course, sir, I apologize,” Raoul said, unruffled. “Our team is getting your cabin ready right now. Would you like….”
“I’d like what I paid for,” Renaud hissed. “She’ll do.”
“Yes, sir,” Raoul said. “Unfortunately, Christina does not provide those services. Someone needs to make the drinks, right?”
“This is bullshit,” Renaud said. “Something good better fucking happen, real fast.”
“Yes sir,” Raoul said quickly. “Let me see what I can do.”
Raoul stepped away and took out his phone. Renaud was the first customer for the new VIP area of the resort, and he had arrived a day early. He had paid an extraordinary amount of money for services that simply were not available anywhere else on the island. At least, not safely. The trouble was that they weren’t available here yet, either, because the new area wasn’t supposed to be open yet. He thought that the girl was arriving today, and he called Sean, the boss’s driver, on the special VIP line.
“What?” Sean snapped.
“Is she here?” Raoul asked, wondering what had crawled up Sean’s ass. “The girl, for the VIPs?”
“Yeah,” Sean said. “What about it?”
“We need her,” Raoul said. “Right now.”
“What. The. Fuck. Are you talking about?” He couldn’t understand why Sean sounded so pissed off.
“Jack Renaud is here, he’s pissed off and he’s getting drunk,” Raoul said.
“He’s not supposed to be here til tomorrow,” Sean said.
“You want to tell him that?”
“We need her down here now.”
—-------------------
Sean slipped the phone back in his pocket and looked at Lacy, still kneeling, topless, grinning eagerly. He clenched his fists. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“Come on,” he sighed. “We gotta get going.”

 

[shizzz]

Sean smiled at the way her eyes lit up when she saw his ‘swimsuit’ and as she stepped forward, he lifted a hand to her head, and she complied at once, dropping to her knees in front of him.

And he cursed the world in every way as his phone rang.

Moments later he was pulling her to her feet, and buttoning his pants up

“It would seem the guests are arriving early, and we have a VIP client who is being difficult. This is a perfect time to for you to shine” he told her as he led her out of the shop, pausing to lock the door as they left. Smiling because the rush had her top not as snug as before, and her chest swayed delightfully.


The drive back was quick, Sean driving well past the posted speed. Raoul was stressed. He didn’t get stressed, so Sean knew the boss would be mad if he didn’t do his damnedest.

“They are having drinks down by the beach. I’ll drop you off there and Raoul will walk you down “ he told Lacy from the rear view nitro as the came to a stop at service road to the beach, the resort itself not yet in view

From where he stopped another man opened the door. He was wearing trunks and a thin white shirt with the ecstasy logo. He was shorter and lighter than Sean, but he had the same accent and magnetic smile and a solid physique, not intimidating, but indeed alluring

“Ms Lacy, you look amazing” he said as his eyes dipped over the blondes form as she rose from the car.

“I apologize for such a rough first day but we are a spa that implores customer satisfaction and satiation “

He told her as he lead her down a small path that curled around a rock, with a door on the side. He opens the door and escorted her through the back of the bar, passing a bartender, where he grabbed a small platter of drinks

“The man there is our VIP, please give him this complimentary drink” and he gestured her forward


Renaud was a short terse man. He made his money by getting his way, and along that way he had learn to take until he was stopped. But after several years of taking he had decided he was due for a vacation, something he had not done in years as his love of money consumed him and the business he ran expanded.

So he decided on the best and his friends had mentioned this new place that catered to the whims of the rich.

He was 5’8 180 pound blond hired and green eyed.

He was sitting in what was a beautiful beach being fed drinks while he waited. And his patience was none to be thin

He saw a shadow fall over him, and he was about to start yelling at the asshole when a blond beauty stepped up beside him

“Well now, aren’t you a site” he said as his eyes drank in the curvy blond.

“Why don’t you come sit in my lap” he told her as he sat up straighter in the chair” his eyes sliding over the bronze shimmering cleavage on display

 

[charitybimbo]

Lacy yelped as Sean pulled her to her feet. He wasn’t quite rough, but he wasn’t wasting any time either. They walked quickly, fixing their clothes as they left the shop. He smiled and explained what the phone call had been as they went to the car, and she felt a rush of fear.

A difficult client, a VIP, and they apparently wanted her to take care of it somehow. Nobody had really explained what her duties were going to be, except vaguely keeping the customers happy, and now she wasn’t even going to have a chance to go to her room before she was thrown in.

Spectacular views flashed by the windows. Sean explained that they were having drinks and someone named Raoul would walk her down. She nodded. Sean seemed sure she would be able to handle herself, so she just sat and looked at the spectacular glimpses she got of the island. Then Sean hit the brakes, and before the car had even stopped, another man was opening the door. He wasn’t quite as impressive as Sean, but he had a smile that made her insides melt.

He looked her up and down in a way that made her shiver, and whatever fear she felt seemed to become just another layer of excitement. He spoke about customer satisfaction and satiation.

“I… I’ll do my best,” she said. What else could she say? She’d just be nice and try to figure out what would make the customer happy.

They followed a short path. They stepped through a door, and they were in a bar by the beach, and she giggled. It was like magic. Raoul handed her a tray of drinks, and pointed her to a man on a lounge chair. She walked towards him, trying to think what to do, but as soon as her shadow fell over him, he sat up. He glared at her, but then his glare turned into a smile.

“Aren’t you a site,” he said, looking her up and down, and she grinned, pleased that he seemed so pleased with her already. Then he asked her to sit in his lap.

She giggled as she sat, setting the drinks on the small table beside his chair. It felt so good to be touching someone, she squirmed with excitement, pressing herself against him. She still wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to do, but she figured he seemed to be brightening up already, she would just be direct.

“Soooo, I’m Lacy,” she purred. “What can I do to make you happy?”

 

[shizzz]

Renaud felt the warmth of her thighs press against his as she lowered herself into his lap as he had asked. She squirmed a little as she settled in, and the act of her plump ass grinding into his waste soon had blood diverting to his loins.

“Well dear, there are so many things you can do” he told her as he reached his arm around her, pulling her close.

She was sitting sideways in his lap, 2 legs hanging off one side, and as he pulled her close, it had the effect of squeezing her breasts together. He smiled as he watched her breasts swell in the tiny top.

“Well first things first dear, this is an exclusive club and a private beach, on an exotic island. You are very clearly over dressed” he said, and as he did so, his hand released her arm, sliding from her shoulder to the base of her neck, where he caught the tie of her bikini top.

He tugged the string and let it go, smiling as the restrained weight of her breasts sent the top practically popping off as her full breasts bounced out of her top, in full view of Renaud, and Raoul and the serving girl he’d tried to have his way with earlier

His eyes bulged at the way her breasts shimmered in the sun, her small dark nipple a stiffening in the wind, as his cock began to stiffen under her

“Isn’t that better,” he says as his grip on her shoulder relaxes and he pulls his eyes up from her breasts

“This makes me happy..eh, what did you say your name was again?” he asks as he shifts under her, letting his stiffening cock wriggle beneath her, his other hand slides over her thigh, gliding higher as he leans back. Shifting his hips again as the hand that untied her top slides down her back, catching the lower knot, so her top falls to her lap.

“

 

[charitybimbo]

Lacy grinned as the VIP pulled her closer. Sean had made it sound like he was being difficult, but he seemed pretty ok to her. Then again, she thought, sometimes just being 18 and blonde was a kind of superpower. The VIP teased her about being overdressed, and before she could even respond, he had undone the knot at the back of her neck, and pulled her top down.

The ocean breeze made her nipples stand right up, and he gave her a horny leer. She glanced up at Raoul, who was watching closely. He gave her the slightest of nods, and she arched her back, pushing her tits out and giggling.

“That does feel nice,” she said, as he pulled at the other knot, taking her top off completely. “But I don’t want to get a sunburn.” The triangles where her normal bikini covered were quite pale, compared to the rest of her. She had noticed a bottle of sunscreen next to the chair, and she bent down to grab it.

“I’m Lacy,” she reminded him, as she shook the sunblock. His hands were crawling up her thighs, and she could feel his dick getting hard. Part of her knew this was all wrong. He was old, he was going fast, even for her. He hadn’t even told her his name, or anything. By any reasonable measure, he was being an absolute creep.

For whatever reason, though, Lacy didn’t mind. She had been getting hornier and hornier practically since she’d got off the plane. And it had been over a week since she and Tommy had broke up, and she hadn’t had a single dick in all that time. She’d thought Mr Morgan might make a move on her, but he’d been called away. Then Sean HAD made a move, but before they could do anything, he’d had to rush her here. But really, it didn’t matter why she was into it, it just mattered that she was into it.

“Would you mind helping me?” she said sweetly, and squirted white goo from the bottle onto her bare tits. She just hoped that she wouldn’t get in trouble with her job because of this, but she was supposed to make the guy happy.