Perfect Hospitality.

The hydrofoil docks and you play the part of spoiled brat, letting the ships crew grab your luggage. Waiting for you on the dock is a young woman and a pair of men. Each man is tall, dark, rugged and handsome. Though not really your type, they project a certain confident masculinity which is quite attractive. The woman is truly remarkable. She is wearing nothing but a sliver micro bikini. Her breasts are massive, double D's at least, both defying gravity. You can't imagine they are real. Her face is young, but supermodel perfect. Her plump lips are a perfect shiny red. Her waist is thin and her ass round and perfect. You suppose this is the greeting someone of Lin Quong's wealth and status would normally get.

You pause and consider what to say, when the young woman greets you in perfect Cantonese.
"Welcome to the Aeterna Spa, Ms. Xang. My name is Deb, and I'm in charge of making your stay pleasurable. Our staff is at your beck and call. Feel free to ask for anything."

You can't help but notice the emphasis placed on the words pleasurable and anything. You wonder just what is included in 'anything'.

You reply, "Thank you very much Deb, but I am tired from my travels and wish to rest."

"Very well."

The girl claps her hands and the men quickly scurry to load your luggage on a small golf cart near the end of the dock. Deb motions for you to hop on. One of the men hops on starts the cart and begins the drive to your room. She points out the very private beach and a few other highlights as you drive up to the hotel itself.

You pull up to the lobby and Deb hops off the golf cart.

She turns back and says,"Follow me, your luggage will be brought to your room."

You watch as she walks with amazing balance in stiletto heels. You can't help but notice her perfectly proportioned ass sway sexily. The micro bikini slides into her crack making her look naked. It is an impressive sight. You can't imagine any man visiting here not being utterly fixated on the view.

As you enter the lobby you look around. The floor is marble the decorations exquisite. There are frescos of erotic scenes on the walls. The scenes themselves are tasteful though, nothing you would consider 'demonic'. You follow Deb into an elevator camouflaged by the decorations on the wall. You note the building has thirteen floors, actually thirteen. Whoever built it clearly wasn't the superstitious type. With a neatly manicured, sharp, cherry red fingernail, Deb pushes the ten button.

The elevator is fast and in seconds you are on the tenth floor. The short hall has only two suites on it. Deb slides a keycard in door number two, and then hands it to you.

"I'll leave you to get some rest. If you need anything, just ring the desk."

Again you smile at the strong emphasis on anything. You respond,"Thank you."

You walk into your room. It is jaw dropping. Clearly no expense was spared here. The five room suite is impressive. The balcony overlooking the beach is spectacular.

You really are tired from your trip. A nap while waiting for your luggage sounds good. Then again you could start poking around, or maybe try to meet your neighbor or some of the other guests.