"Tell me more."

"Tell me more about what I can do with this thing." Miguel tapped the tablet again.

"I take it you found the button to turn her necklace on?"

"Indeed." His prick started to harden again at thought.

"Well, you can also set 'House rules' for her," Barbara said, taking a sip of her drink. When she saw Miguel's confused reaction, she continued. "Normally the girls' necklaces switch colors at random. There are limits, though. We keep them red in the critical areas when the girls are on duty. Let me tell you, it's not easy to get drinks out when every patron wants a blowjob with their beer."

She laughed. Based on the tone of her laugh, Miguel suspected she may have been under the table herself a few of those times.

"And it shuts off when the girls return to their living quarters, so they can sleep. But truth be told, it's not totally random. Higher ranking ladies like me have it switch fewer times a day. Higher paying patrons are more likely to have it happen around them." She shrugged. "It's mostly over my head anyway."

"So I can change up the random rules?"

"Yes, just take a look at the rules section and you can tweak it. There are some pre-programmed ones, but surely you and the tech girls downstairs can figure out some others."

Miguel felt the blood rushing back to his cock and he was about to order a second round when her necklace kicked back to red.

"Sorry, sir. It looks like you only get me once today." She winked at him and finished the drink, setting the glass down. "If you wanna try your luck again, I'll probably end with a nightcap in the piano bar in a few hours."

"Maybe I'll see you then."

Barbara collected her clothes but didn't bother to dress again. She simply walked out of his room completely nude. What a magical place!

Miguel walked out onto the balcony for a second, choosing not to dress either. Down on the beach he saw groups of men enjoying their stay with the various women of the resort. Running Camila aground was his job here but he felt certain he would find time to indulge himself as well. He returned to the room and picked up the tablet. On the screen it showed Camila working behind a small bar on the beach. She looked as though she was mixing a margarita. He laughed as he saw her swish some booze around in her mouth and spit it out to get the taste out of her mouth.

"Stupid rebel whore," he mumbled. Her necklace had gone back red, seeing as she was at work. "Let's see what we can do about that."

In the Rules section, he found several rules that had not been selected. One of them read, "Collar will automatically turn green in the presence of four or more men." At the moment, there were only two men sitting at the bar onscreen but he could see two more men coming up the sand after their day of surfing, maybe a hundred yards away. He tapped the checkbox to apply the rule and poured himself another whiskey.

As he sat back to watch the fun, there was a knock on the door. "Housekeeping!" he heard. He was ready to enjoy another round while he watched Camila get hers...