Go get that nightcap

Miguel had always prided himself on his stamina, but this was a long day even for him. He checked his watch. He had a few hours to relax, so he headed back to his room. He quickly drafted an email to his superiors about Camila's current debasement. He imagined the Colonel reading it while another political prisoner knelt between his legs with his cock in her mouth. He used to think that was as good as it gets, but this island was a whole other world.

He crashed out for a few hours until his alarm clock awoke him at around 9 PM. He quickly checked the tablet. Camila was still asleep in her room, but her heart rate was elevated and she appeared to be in a very engaging dream. Her arousal levels were quite high. The **** appeared to be having their intended effect.

With that settled, he changed into an evening outfit and headed for the elevators. The Piano Bar was on the second floor of the hotel. When he tapped the button, the elevator prompted him to use his room key for access.

"Gold status confirmed," a recorded female voice chimed and the elevator went down to the second floor. The doors opened on a small but fashionable lounge. The lights were low and the air was filled with soft piano music from the enormous grand piano in the corner. The booths were semi-private but even still Miguel could see that the lounge was not crowded. The outer walls were floor to ceiling windows, looking out on the island in all directions. He saw Barbara sitting in a booth alone, near one of the windows. She was still dressed in her work suit, apparently not heading back to her quarters first. Her stones were still red as Alina had predicted.

He approached her and sat without being invited. "Is this seat taken?"

Barbara smiled. "It is now, apparently."

Before they could go further, a waitress appeared to ask his drink order. She was a young brunette, with a thick French accent. She wore a black evening dress with an extremely high slit up the thigh. To his surprise, her stones were green.

"I'll have a Mojito," Miguel asked and she smiled to go collect it.

Barbara chuckled at the look on his face. "A little taken with Violetta? That's not a surprise."

Miguel tried to collect himself. "I was just surprised to see that her stones were green and yet she was not... occupied. You told me that the serving girls were unavailable while on a shift."

"That is true in the main resort but the Admiral's Lounge is an exclusive space. You had to use your room key to have access, I assume?" When Miguel nodded, she continued. "Only Gold tier guests and above may enter."

"That is strange to me, to refuse access to paying guests?"

Barbara nodded. "True, but even the elite patrons of our exclusive island want some even rarer treasures. The women in here are always green, except the pianist, but we make sure there are enough on staff so that each table is fully satisfied."

Violetta returned with his drink and set it in front of Miguel. "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"

Miguel looked to Barbara and she shrugged. "Don't mind me if you wish to partake."

He filed that one away, he would have to come back another night. "Not at the moment, but thank you." He took Violetta's hand and kissed it in a courtly manner. She smiled and curtseyed before departing. Miguel wanted to focus on Barbara tonight... and fulfill his end of the bargain.

"She seems different from the other women here," Miguel said.

"She is. They all are, up here." Barbara noted. "Violetta graduated the top of her class at the University of Paris. She is working at Freedonia for a month before beginning a role at the World Trade Organization. Do you see Candace, playing the piano?" Miguel leaned out of the booth to view the black haired woman playing her gentle tune. Barbara continued. "She is a regular performer at Carnegie Hall in Manhattan. Sarah is underneath the table in the corner servicing another guest, but when she leaves in a week she will return to the set of her multi-million dollar film franchise."

"Why have they come here, then?" Miguel asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Are they in debt?"

Barbara shook her head. "It's not about the money at all. In fact, most of these women have more of it than the guests they service. Li Xiu is heir to a fortune in Hong Kong plastics, and she almost cries when it is time to head home. All the women are here on the island of their own free will."

Miguel raised his eyebrow

She corrected herself. "Almost all. These are women who command respect and attention when they enter a room," Barbara explained. "Sometimes, they just want to give that up for a while. To be subject to someone else's whims. It's a thrill."

Miguel noticed a little shudder when she said it. Clearly Barbara was speaking from some experience.

"Sometimes," she continued, "a girl just wants to be bent over and fucked."

"Clearly I have much to learn about women," Miguel said.

"Consider your time here a learning opportunity then," she said and they toasted to that.

Miguel checked his watch. It was 9:53. He saw the bonfire down on the beach below, clearly the luau Alina had mentioned. He finished his drink and tried to put a plan into motion.