An explanation

"Surely this was all explained to you in your interview," Miss Calano said with a hint of impatience. "Freedonia is a free use resort. Women are fair game for men, as long as their bracelet and necklace shows that they are available. You signed the waiver, Miss Robertson."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sally asked, her voice rising in pitch. "I never signed anything! And no one said anything about this!"

"Let me show you," the older woman said, going to her desk and extracting a file from a drawer. She opening it in front of Sally, showing her the contract she had signed, and pointing to a section near the bottom.

'The undersigned acknowledges that the terms of her employment have been fully explained to her, and that she accepts that the free use of her body for sexual purposes is a condition of employment.'

"No one explained anything like that!" Sally squealed. "That never came up in the interview."

"I find that rather hard to believe, Miss Robertson, given that you signed the waiver and the contract."

Sally thought back remembering how excited she was to get the job and how quickly she had signed and initialled the contract without reading it. But she was sure that this free use part of the job was never explained. Frustrated tears started to fill her eyes as she looked at Miss Calano's face.

"I don't want to do this!" she sobbed. "I can't. I can't be **** every day. It's not legal! It can't be!"

"Freedonia is outside the jurisdiction of the United States, and that law does not apply here. The island is leased in perpetuity from another nation, and is to all intents and purposes an independent state. It is perfectly legal, Miss Robertson. However, if you wish to resign your employment before the end of your three month contract you may do so. You forfeit any wages or gratuities earned, and you will be transported back to the U.S. mainland. Your transportation from there is your own responsibility."

"But...but....that's not fair..." Sally wailed.

"It is eminently fair, and also part of your contract." Miss Calano pointed her finger at another clause.

Sally felt cold inside, her heart beating frantically as she felt an implacable net closing around her. Tears ran down her cheeks as her chin wobbled and she struggled for control.

Miss Calano's stern expression softened and she pushed a box of tissue across her desk.

"It's not without benefits, Sally," she said kindly. "Let's take a look at your page in the system." Her fingers tapped over the keyboard as she looked at her monitor. She read for a moment then smiled and turned the monitor so Sally could see.

"Very good Sally! You've been rated at five stars by five guests, three of whom have posted very glowing reviews of you." Her finger pointed to the screen and Sally leaned forward to see a photo of her face, with a graphic showing five out of five stars. She read the first review, a blush creeping up her face.

'Incredibly hot, busty girl who has a great act pretending she's being ****. Got me and my mates good and hard and kept us that way while we went at her. Check this one out.'

The second review was even worse.

'A sexy, noisy fuck who puts up a struggle but comes like a faucet. Best thing I've had since I got here.'

And the third had Sally blushing scarlet.

'Pretends to be surprised, but loves it. A great little play actor who knows how to tease and squirms like an eel once you get a cock in her. Good with all three holes. Try her out! She'll milk you dry.'

Sally slumped back in her chair, burning with humiliation. Miss Calano tapped on her keyboard again and her smile broadened.

"And here's the reward for being so good," she said, pointing to the screen again. Sally reluctantly leaned forward to look. It was a simple spreadsheet that was obviously meant to track her hours and duties. She looked where Miss Calano's finger was pointing.

Under a column headed 'Gratuities' there was a figure of $1,100. Sally looked up, uncomprehending.

"I don't understand," she muttered.

"It's perfectly simple. The guests you serviced this morning were so impressed that they expressed their satisfaction in a concrete manner. They noted the ID number on your necklace. All of them tipped you. That's excellent for your first day on the job. Congratulations."

Sally looked at the older woman with stupefaction, as the conversation started to sink into her shocked mind.

"Sally, I believe your surprise is genuine." Miss Calano said in a gentle voice. "I will look into the matter of how your recruiter behaved and what she told or did not tell you. But I have to tell you that you signed a legal contract, and Freedonia resort will hold you to it."

Sally glumly looked down at her lap, her tears starting to flow again.

"I'll do this much right now," Miss Calano said. "I'll give you the rest of the day off and let you get your bearings and absorb the situation. You won't be available again today."

"So...."

"Your bracelet will stay red for at least another 12 hours. No man will touch you while it's red."

"But when it goes green again..."

"Then you are fair game for any man who wants you. There are a few places where your bracelet will always be red. Inside this building and in the hotel restaurants primarily. Everywhere else it will go green at randomly selected moments for randomly selected periods of time unless an override is placed on the system. As I have done for you."

A sudden thought crashed into Sally's mind and she mentally cursed herself for not thinking of it before.

"What about Jenna? Does all this apply to her too?"

"Of course, she signed the same things you did."

"Has she been.... used... too?"

"I doubt it. She was working in the restaurant where her availability would stay red. It's not considered a good idea for our wait staff to be hampered from serving guests by someone bending them over a table." Miss Calano smiled as she tapped her keyboard. "No, Miss Chambers has been unavailable since she got here."

"But...but...there's a problem," Sally blurted. "Jenna's a lesbian. She hates the idea of sex with men."

The older woman looked back at Sally with polite interest before replying.

"Well then, I suppose she will just have to make some accommodations then."