Registering

Registration was different from any hotel he had ever been in. There was the usual desk and computers, and smiling staff who eased the process, but once that was done he was directed to a small private cubicle where he was told the registration process would be completed. He was greeted by an attractive woman in her late twenties, dressed impeccably in a conservative, but still very sexy business suit.

"I'm Amy Whitson, and I'll be finishing your registration today. Please have a seat Mr. O'Rourke, this won't take long." She smiled as she tossed her light brown hair over her shoulder and gestured him to a seat.

"As a first time guest, we like to make sure that you're aware of all the benefits and amenities that we offer, and also to explain a few basic...rules, for lack of a better term, of the resort." He nodded and smiled at her, noting the silver necklace and bracelet she wore, and how the bright red stones were a pretty contrast against her tanned flesh.

"We offer a range of activities, from various water sports to golf, tennis and horseback riding, as well as a fully equipped fitness centre. There are, of course several restaurants and numerous bars scattered throughout the property, all of which are included in your fee. You are here on a Gold package so almost all amenities and activities are included at no extra charge." She paused, giving him the chance to ask any questions, then continued.

"Now as to our most unique element, all women at the resort, which comprises the entire island, are yours for the taking, providing their availability indicators are green." She tapped her necklace. "When these are red, the woman is unavailable, and if you were to take her without her consent there would be serious repercussions, up to and including expulsion from the resort and a possible lifetime ban. Green stone mean that she is free to be used, in any way that does not result in permanent or serious harm.

"This includes both staff and guests. Many of our lady guests come here for the adventure or to fulfil a fantasy. Our female staff has been selected for their physical attributes, as well as their engaging personalities." She flashed him a brilliant, flirtatious smile. "Most lady guests have control over their indicators, although some opt for remote activation. Female staff are all governed by a random selection over which they have no control."

"So, if your indicator goes green right now I can drag you over the desk and use you?" Michael said with a laugh.

"In theory yes," she smiled at him. "However there are some areas of the resort where indicators are always red, regardless of the wearer's desire. The registration area, all restaurants and some bars, as well as a few other locations. We find it difficult to serve guests dinner or get them registered if someone has a cock buried in us."

He chuckled. "Makes sense. But anywhere else?"

"Almost anywhere else the indicator can be green, and if it is green and you want her, then simply take her."

"And they won't object?"

"Usually not, although there are some staff members who are excellent actresses and can play the helpless **** victim," she laughed. "I'm one of them."

"Intriguing," he smiled. "I'll bear that in mind."

"Please do. I like to go riding in my free time. Perhaps you'll find me alone on a trail during your visit."

"I look forward to it," he said with a leer, then grew serious. "So all female guests know how this place works? The woman I arrived with didn't seem to realise it"

Amy tapped a few keys and looked at a monitor, then looked up at him with a smile.

"Ms. Christensen is a special guest, her stay and conditions covered by your mutual employer. She is indeed unaware of the nature of the resort. Her indicator is slightly different from most in that it includes a slow acting psychotropic **** which is absorbed through skin contact. It has the effect of gradually decreasing inhibitions and increasing libido. I suspect Ms. Christensen's trip here may have been more in the nature of a 'lesson' than a 'reward.'" She raised one eyebrow inquiringly.

Hunter grinned back at her, thinking of his boss's notoriously cruel sense of humour and love of practical jokes.

"I wouldn't be at all surprised," he replied.