Relax. It's fine

[Edit: reworked this chapter a bit to give a little more color to the resolution scene.]

A few months later, Matt was lounging by the pool.

He hadn't been sure about buying the entire resort hotel. It just seemed so expensive. He didn't even like swimming, so why would he want to own beachfront property?

Nicole had assured him it would be a great place him to live. That way others could be close at hand, and he wouldn't have to worry about the pressures of the outside world.

Sophie had explained that it would be a good investment. Liz had explained to her that they had enough money that it didn't matter. Jessica had worked with the expensive-looking lawyer to complete the transaction.

They had been right, Matt reflected as he listened to the surf in the distance.

He had been given a massive suite. He could spend time alone there, or more often, spend time with any combination of stunning, eager women who would do anything he wanted. The cleaning staff had become incredibly efficient at dealing with the rogue bodily fluids that often resulted.

The rest of the resort teemed with the women who happily occupied the other rooms.

After some negative experiences, he had discovered that it was useful to have an orientation for new arrivals. He recorded a video explanation that he wanted them to take care of their own basic needs: eating, drinking, and sleeping. After that, he explained that they didn't need to hang around staring at him. He also made a point to assure newcomers that he appreciated them having orgasms whenever other duties permitted.

Nicole, Jessica, Sophie, and Liz had become known as "the core four". They seemed to always understand him better than any others, and one of them was always close at hand. He also made sure that the other women around the resort knew that orgasms were to be frequently delivered to the core four. Everyone seemed to be very happy with this arrangement.

He looked toward the other end of the pool deck to the bar, and watched a group of women playing a bar game that he had inferred was called "shot finger lick". The girls did something complicated with a deck of cards. Several trivia questions were asked and answered. A ping pong ball was tossed across the bar toward an array of cups. Finally, the girls started chanting "shot, finger, lick... shot, finger lick... shot, finger, LIIIIICK!" Some dice were rolled.

One woman cheered triumphantly before turning on her bar stool and spreading her legs, "let's go!"

Another woman sighed, took a shot glass off the bar and downed its contents. She then smiled as she dropped to her knees in front of the winner and leaned forward, tongue out.

A third woman grabbed the loser's hand and guided it to her own crotch. A finger was slid into her pussy as she let out a "woo!"

The bartender chuckled as she refilled the shot glass for the next round. Matt wondered if there was some health and safety reason for him to ask that the bartender wear some clothes, but her tits were stunning enough that he decided it was probably fine.

He looked closer to him to see a woman sitting on the edge of the pool. There was another woman in the water between her legs, licking madly. Nicole was sitting on a lounge chair nearby, masturbating while watching them.

As he surveyed his domain, a woman adjusted his umbrella, making sure the harsh sun didn't invade his serenity.

Matt smiled at her and extended his arm toward her. She took a step toward him and sighed as he slid a finger into her pussy, finding it warm and inviting.

He slid the finger out of her and extended it toward her. She smiled and bent over, taking the glistening finger into her mouth. She sensually sucked it, tasting herself and giving him and idea what was his for the asking.

The problem before was that he had been too goal oriented, he thought.

Even as he now sat beside the pool, the woman licking his balls didn't have to be about having an orgasm. The simple pleasure of having a woman's tongue dancing around his sack while he enjoyed the warm afternoon was reward in itself.

Maybe he'd have her gag herself on his cock later. Maybe she could keep licking him while another stunning woman rode his cock. He hadn't decided yet.

He leaned back and considered his options. The woman who had adjusted his umbrella sat down at the next lounge chair and started to masturbate as she took in the same scene as him. He turned to happily watch her.

[Thanks to all who have made it to the end. I have had this story in mind for a while as a branch in Sexual Privilege, inspired by the Sweet girls and Asians - Yellow Fever branches. I thought it would be amusing to just flop a novella worth of text in the middle of a big collaborative story and see what happened. Somehow this story just wasn't working at the length I wanted. When this contest came up, I thought maybe I could make it work as a shorter form. Did I? We'll let the judges decide.

Certainly, I have learned that I'm not naturally predisposed to writing in a shorter form: I just love world-building too much. I mean... we didn't even get to see Matt deal with a disgruntled boyfriend, or explore how the world's governments feel about this semi-all-powerful person in their midst. Maybe I'll have a chance to restart and expand at some point.]