Let the Games Begin

Martin had a slow breakfast and meandered to the event area of the resort. He’d been told there was some sort of competition happening. He was welcome to participate, but couldn’t win, as he was already a grand prize winner, and there was nothing more the resort could offer him.

Still, he was curious, and he needed something to keep his mind busy after the discombobulating dinner. He’d spent a good portion of the evening stewing in paranoia that he was on some kind of weird reality show, to the point he started looking for hidden cameras. It felt impossibly coincidental that so many people he knew would be there.

Then again, he didn’t actually know any of them that well. Also, it would be just as unusual if out of the hundreds of guest from his area, he didn’t know any.

What made it seem impossible was something nobody could know. They were all the women he’d had unconfessed crushes on. It would take a feat of magic to extract that from his brain. That was the sort of thing he might write about, but not real life.

The reality of the resort helped him get out of his imaginings.

Gathered in the courtyard were most of the prize winning people. He stayed to the side, out of sight of the angry woman from the restaurant.

“Good morning winners!” said Titania from the stage. A greeting she accompanied with a saccharine smile. “I’m Tania, Head of Guest Services here at the resort. I hope you enjoyed your first day here, and that jetlag isn’t hitting you too hard.”

She gave a scripted smile and laugh, and continued. “Since this is a new resort, we want to really put everything through its paces, lube the gears as it were. And we’d love your help. Over the coming weeks, we have a variety events, games, and challenges planned to test our staff and facilities, and hopefully show you a legendarily good time.”

She waited a calculated pause for the applause to fade.

“Given that we’re asking for a favour, we’d like to give something in return. We’ll be giving BP just for participation, which you can spend at our on-site shops. Also, we’re awarding some of what we’re calling VP depending on your placement in the competitive elements. If you’re not much for competition, we’re also awarding VP for various other things, but we’re keeping them a bit secret since we don’t want folk gaming the system too much. One hint though, how you treat our staff and other guests might have an impact. You should be able to check both on your convenience bands.”

There was a murmuring of curiosity as people looked at their wrist and tried to make sense of their current tallies.

Aanya grumbled at the big fat zero displayed for her VP. She suspected the reason had something to do with cursing out a fellow guest in the middle of a busy restaurant.

Titania continued, full of the artificial joy required of service employees. “Every week, our top folk will get phenomenal prizes like room upgrades and free excursions.”

Again, a polite pause for celebration. “Our first event is something of a scavenger hunt, which will run for the rest of this week.”

She held up a brass statuette of a pixie. “If anyone finds one of these, just boop your convenience band against it. The first few to find each will get VP. We want you to explore the whole resort, top to bottom, in and out. Please don’t go climbing on roofs or anything, they’re all in safe places, we promise.”

Another scripted laugh.

“We’ll have more events as the days go on, so go, have fun!”

Several groups ran off immediately to start searching. Martin moved at a more comfortable amble. He couldn’t win anything, but it was a good excuse to explore the resort, and he didn’t have anything planned until he hit the arcade with Tabbiecat after lunch.

He started in the gardens, where he was surprised to find a familiar face searching every shrub. “Good morning Katie! Have you lost something?”

“Martin, I mean Mr… Blanc? I’m supposed to call guests by their last names. “And no, sir, I’m searching for the statuettes.”

“Isn’t that for the guests?” asked Martin.

“It’s part of my training,” explained Katie. “I’m spending a day working most of the jobs here and doing the guest activities alongside them so I can better serve customers. It’s hard to be a good guest liaison if I don’t know how the place works. They even gave me a convenience band and some points. Tania said if I do well enough at the challenges, they’ll let me stay in a guest room for a week instead of the staff bunks. Apparently, everyone else got to do that already, but I started late.”

Her energetic enthusiasm was adorable, “Have you found any yet?”

“Nope! I only just started looking though. Tania said this was a good way to get familiar with the resort. I haven’t even had a chance to look around.”

“I was sort of thinking the same,” said Martin. Then, a bit hesitantly as he didn’t want to impose, he added, “Would you like to explore together?”

“Absolutely!” she said, and seemed surprised by her own gusto. “I’d enjoy the company. And besides, you’re a grand prize winner. We’re supposed to take extra good care of you folks.”

And so, together, they searched.

They wandered the gardens and nature trails for a time, chatting and marveling at the beauty of the place. When it became too hot, they went inside, investigating the central complex.

They inspected the theater and indoor pool, a dance club, general-purpose rooms and spa lobbies. Martin trailed Katie, letting her act as a guide, and also enjoying the occasional opportunity to admire her form.

The general staff uniform was a white tennis dress with something of a red and black racing stripe down one side of the chest.

She and the dress were made for each other. It followed her curves effortlessly and hung just barely low enough that it constantly teased exposing her rear.

They eventually made it to the basement level which housed amusement for sun-fearing nerds. There was a pub, a bowling alley, an arcade, a pool hall, and a long hallway with dim lights and variously colored doors.

A sign at the head of the corridor read “Adult Adventure Avenue,” implying a certain type of activities behind those doors. A smaller sign indicated booking policies and BP rates.

They both paused, hesitating. “Do you want to search here?” Martin asked, with considerable trepidation. He wasn’t sure he would be comfortable down this hall with an actual girlfriend.

Katie had been hesitating, too, but the question fortified her resolve. She was a guest liaison, after all, and would need to know everything about this resort. “Definitely,” she said. And boldly led them forward.

The first door was pink. Like all the others, there was no window or indication as to what was on the other side, except for a small sign which said “Free.”

Boldly pushing it open, they found a broad room occupied almost entirely by a mattress large enough to sleep thirty, piled high with plushies and pillows. Any illusion that this was merely a great place for a sleepover was shattered by the shelf full of lubricants, and contraceptives, with a small sign giving directions to where other toys and supplies could be purchased.

They giggled together, both claiming the absurdity of using such a space, but also unable to fight the mild arousal brought on by thinking of it.

The next door was a deep blue, beyond was a space like a mermaid’s house. Decorated with nets and giant pearls, it housed a sizeable hot tub and wading pool. Both had what appeared to be shockingly comfortable benches. The only lights were underwater, which gave the space an ethereal quality.

The third door was a deep red and had a “Welcome” sign on it, which they quickly discovered meant something very different than “Free.”

They walked in full of curious enthusiasm, emboldened by the mild titillation from the previous rooms, only to find the space already in use.

A half dozen people were scattered about the red leather benches in the dimly lit room. At the center there was raised circular platform on which a woman in pasties and a thong spun around a pole. The performance was simultaneously erotic and acrobatic, with feats of strength and flexibility punctuated by smooth and rhythmic gyrations.

Her audience, mostly couples, clearly appreciated her efforts. One woman was openly jerking-off her partner while they watched. Another sat on her man’s lab, his hands up her shirt, hers down her shorts. A final pair were difficult to discern in the darkened room, but the motions were unmistakable. The man was on a couch, facing away, only the back of his head visible. The woman was on top of him, hands braced on the back of the couch. She bobbed slowly as she watched the dance, her face twisted in bliss and fascination.

All seemed to be following the motions of the dancer for their cues, an erotic conductor. Their pace matched hers: slow, patient, strong yet controlled.

Both Martin and Katie stood frozen in shock. A sense that leaving in the middle of the performance would somehow be rude, but entering further a step beyond what they were ready for.

Eventually the song ended. The dancer blew a kiss to the pair at the door.

That broke the spell, and the pair retreated to the hallway.

“Well, that was,” Katie searched for the words. “Unexpected, but… impressive.”

“It’s not one of the jobs they’re going to have you do, is it?” Martin was both aroused by the thought of watching her writhe around that pole, but also worried the young woman might be in over her head. “Pole dancing, I mean?”

“That was not on my list,” Katie confirmed. “I think that falls under the ‘specialist skills’ category. But, you know what, with a bit of practice I think I could do it.”

She was surprised at her own confidence in that fact. She’d found herself watching the dancer and finding how she danced, stretched, and spun to be intuitive and easy to remember. “Not that I’m going to be stripping while a bunch of people… I mean just the pole dancing looked like it might be fun. I might try it sometime when the room is empty.”

Martin swallowed his request to watch before it made it out of his mouth. Instead, he asked “Do you want to continue?” with enough uncertainty to make it clear that she could, and probably should, say no.

“Of course,” said Katie. “We’ve come this far, and now we know what that sign means.” She pointed to the “Welcome” on the red door.

The next few rooms were smaller, and tailored to specific fantasies: a classroom, a medieval throne room, an office, a couple more with “Occupied” signs. [Put in the comments what should be in the occupied rooms]

“I do not envy the cleaning staff,” observed Martin.

Katie cringed a bit, knowing she had an upcoming day with janitorial.

The final door was midnight black and solid steel. It was the sort of door that would normally ward away guests from a staff-only area, but it was labeled with “Free.”

Martin balked, but Katie pressed through boldly.

Inside was a dungeon. That was the only way to describe it. Stone walls, cages, and various **** devices. There were ropes sorted by softness and length, cuffs and manacles from plush to painful, whips, crops and paddles.

It was Katie’s turn to balk. She staggered to a stop as her mind tried to process the sort of activities that might happen in such a space. As she scanned her eyes caught a glimpse of a bit of gold just by the ceiling. “There’s a statuette,” she said, “But I don’t know how I’m going to get to it.”

Martin looked where she was pointing. It was too high for anyone to reasonably reach, but he could see how it was intended to be accessed. “I think you’re supposed to be winched up to it. Do you really want it?”

“Yes!” she said firmly. “I want to prove that I can do this job.”

Martin was impressed by her dedication, enough to pretend he wasn’t excited by the prospect. He found the softest most padded looking pair of cuffs he could and attached them to the chain.

+1 VP Touched Master

+5 VP Bound by Master (First X2)

He pretended to have to focus on getting the buckles correctly fastened, because he couldn’t look directly into her eyes. The combination of excitement, trepidation, and youthful innocence as she gazed up at him was far too much. If he allowed even a sliver of weakness, he’d be unable to contain his swelling member and unwilling to release her.

“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” he asked again before beginning to crank the winch.

Somehow his concern for her erased any doubt she’d had, and her enthusiasm for the adventure grew.

He lifted her slowly upwards and was treated to a mesmerizing display of her body. Dangling helpless, stretched out but taut as she held her weight, she rotated slowly as she ascended.

He admired her form: the tone of her arms, the swell of her breasts, the narrowing of her waist, the gentle curve of her hips, and the perfect smoothness of her bare legs, all capped off with cute white sneakers. He tried and failed to avoid looking up her skirt at the beautifully sculpted bottom held tight in a pair of white booty shorts.

The inspiring ascent was ended when her convenience band contacted the statuette with a somewhat anticlimactic “boop!”

+1 VP Statuette Found