Miss Whitson to the rescue

“Excuse me boys..”

The voice was that of Miss Whitson, who, a couple of hours earlier, had welcomed Janet to Freedonia. She felt the boy behind her step back, while the one in front took his hands away from her breasts, his eyes focusing over her shoulder.

“Hello again. We’ve unpacked, and now we’re looking to see what this place has to offer. And we’ve already met one of your girls – or maybe she’s a guest, it doesn’t really matter, does it?”

The voice behind was quiet and friendly, but authoritative. “It’s Chad, isn’t it? I’m glad that you’re settling in. But I must remind you of our rules, which I’m sure were explained to you during reception. Ladies whose necklace and bracelet stones are green are available to be used. Ladies whose stones are red are not, unless they specifically consent. From what I heard, this lady has not so consented. You must therefore leave her alone.”

Chad frowned, clearly unwilling to be dictated to. “Come on. She’s begging for it. Look at her. She’s running around naked, tied up and with a pussy full of cum.”

“Regardless of the circumstances, the fact remains that her stones are red and she has asked you not to **** her. Doing so would be a most serious breach of our rules.”

Janet took a few wobbly steps backward and half turned, so that she could see all three boys as well as Miss Whitson. The resort worker smiled at her, then addressed her other guests.

“I do appreciate your keenness to make full use of what we offer, but it’s really not necessary to take the first woman you meet. If you simply explore the island I guarantee that you will, within an hour, meet several available women.”

One of the other boys spoke up. “What about this one? I want to fuck this one.”

Miss Whitson’s tone hardened a little. “Should you happen to meet her while her stones are green then you are, of course, entitled to use her in any way you see fit. But such a meeting must happen in the normal course of your use of Freedonia’s facilities. You are not allowed to stalk anyone, staff or guest.”

The third boy spoke for the first time. “Leave it, Lance. There’s pussy enough for all of us, we don’t need to get in trouble over this one.”

Lance looked sulky. “OK. But I’m going to meet this cunt one time when she’s green.”

Janet had listened to the conversation, at first with incredulity, then with rising hope. They’re not going to fuck me. Thank God, they’re not going to fuck me. As the boys turned to leave she sank onto a nearby stone bench, feeling it’s coldness against her ass.

Lance looked at her. “I’ll be seeing you again, sugar. I’m keeping something special for you.” He half-turned, ready to catch up with his friends, then stopped suddenly and turned back.

“Er.. Chad, Brock.. I think we have a development here…”

Two pairs of eyes looked at Janet, who shrank away from their gaze.

“Nor her. HER!!”

“Oh shit. Why now…?” Miss Whitmore was looking down at the green-stoned bracelet on her wrist.