To the spa!

I spent a few more minutes sitting on the couch, contemplating what just happened, and burning the experience into my memory for future use. Things didn’t exactly go according to plan as far as Christie was concerned, but to be totally honest I wasn’t that disappointed. While I enjoyed the experience of taking things slow, I was sort of glad there was someone I wouldn’t have to go through all of that with, and that I could just get down to business with right off the bat. It would certainly make the grind much more bearable.

After placing my soiled swim trunks in the dirty laundry hamper, I fumbled through my wardrobe. I had something of a plan moving forward, so instead of another pair of trunks I decided to be a bit racier. After slipping on a speedo I stepped outside of the cabin and took a deep breath of the ocean breeze.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Master?” Amehana asked, standing in the same spot I left her.

“Sure did. I was really scared there for a second though.”

“You have nothing to fear, Master. I would not allow any harm to come to you, and besides you can not permanently die in this world anyway.”

“Oh?”

“The specific reasons are metaphysical, philosophical, and complicated. I will spare you the details and just say that it’s because you aren’t from here.” That was interesting, and helpful to know.

“Well, glad for that then.” I said, scratching the back of my head. “Let’s move on.”

“Sure.” She smiled beautifully and nodded. “We’ll go to the spa section of the resort next. A few of the girls you haven’t met are there.”

We began walking toward a large building in the distance. I decided to strike up conversation as we made our way to avoid awkward silence.

“So, Christie.” I began.

Amehana nodded. “Yes, if you’re wondering what happened she basically told you everything. She was attracted to you at first sight, and she didn’t have the sort of personality that would make her think too hard about what she was feeling.”

“Right. I just wanted to make sure that was true. She is an assassin after all, I wouldn’t put it past her to lie.”

“She has no reason to harm you or lie to you, so you can rest assured that she won’t. If she ever does, I will warn you immediately.”

“Got it. That did get me thinking about something, though.”

“And what’s that?” Amehana asked.

“Well she mentioned also not being the sort of person who would care about me fooling around with other ladies. I’m sort of ashamed to admit I literally had not considered that until now.”

Amehana giggled. “I was a bit surprised you did not bring it up, it is a glaring oversight in your plan if you intend to assemble a harem of sorts. I just assumed it was on purpose.”

“Right.” I scratched the back of my head bashfully.

“Would you like me to make necessary adjustments to ensure it won’t be a problem?”

“Sure. Let’s just keep it simple and make this a world where polyamory is common and universally accepted.”

“Very well, Master.”

“And one last thing while we’re on the subject of making changes.” I began, holding my finger up. “Being able to get away with things under the pretense of my position as the owner is pretty great, but it still doesn’t let me get away with absolutely anything.”

“I can easily make it so it does.” Amehana reminded me.

“Of course, but to some degree I enjoy the challenge. It will make the reward much more satisfying if I have to work for it.”

“I understand.”

“Then I want to make things a bit more interesting around here. I love being attractive to these ladies, but I still don’t quite feel like I’m getting the same attention as I’m giving. So, in the interest of letting me getting away with more, I’d like you to make the ladies here inexplicably love my penis. Like, worship it.”

“That seems like the opposite of what you intended. If they loved it so much, they would let you get away with literally anything as long as your cock was involved.”

“Well that’s the beauty of it, they don’t know they do yet. They have to experience it first. But for now, they certainly wouldn’t complain about me being in a bit tighter swimwear, and they might even get caught staring. Each girl would have varying reactions and varying times to accept this fact, but they all have it and can’t deny it. They won’t want to.”

Amehana nodded. “I suppose that way you could almost set your own pace by testing their boundaries when you feel like it’s necessary. This will create some interesting dynamics, since you’ve already established the slow-growing love toward you. Some of them may become unabashedly attracted to your body before they even fully fall in love with you.”

That was an interesting point, and it made the situation even more exciting.

We finally made it to the spa, it was a large, two-story building with a pair of glass double-doors to mark its entrance. I stepped forward to open the door, letting Amehana step inside. I almost began walking in myself, but I heard the shuffling sounds of sandals making their way up the path behind us. I turned to look and found the gorgeous face of Kokoro walking toward us.

The half-Japanese, half-French beauty was wearing a cute, white, frilly two-piece swimsuit with black and grey floral patterning and a pair of white sandals with black straps to match. Her features were primarily Asian, in fact, if I didn’t already know about her European father, I wouldn’t have even guessed she was anything more than a traditional Japanese woman. Those aspects of her features were definitely more prominent.

I held the door open for her politely. I’d always had a particular affinity for Kokoro, she always seemed like such a sweet and caring soul.

“Oh! Thank you.” Seemingly to avoid making me hold the door open for too long on her account, she picked up her walking pace, moving a bit quicker to make it into the building. In her haste, I noticed her breasts jiggle delightfully in her top; in addition, she seemed less aware of her surroundings. There was a small step that led up from the path to the spa doors, and she clearly didn’t notice it, because the moment her foot made contact, she began falling forward.

“Whoa!” My reflexes kicked in, and my hand shot outward to catch her. My attempt to catch her worked, and she managed to balance herself again on my arm and hand, which as it happened were sitting right on top of her amazing breasts. It was a happy accident that my hand ended up where it was, and I took the opportunity in stride, giving her breast a squeeze while I could still get away with claiming it was to help her maintain her balance.

The feeling was so amazing that I couldn’t stop there, however. Even once she was back on her feet and totally balanced I gave the breast another softer squeeze before retreating my hand slowly, dragging it along her other breast as I did. I was feeling ballsy on account of being in a world where I had literally no consequences. If she ended up reacting poorly to the blatant fondling, I could just make her not remember the incident. This was truly great.

To my surprise she did not react to the touch at all. She turned to me and smiled brightly, albeit with an adorable pink blush on her round cheeks. “Thank you so much! I really should watch where I’m going.”

“Not a problem, young miss.” I was going to take full advantage of her not reacting at all to my grope, and act like it didn’t even happen. “It’s my duty as the owner to ensure the comfort and safety of all my visitors.”

“Oh! You’re the new owner!” Kokoro said and then bowed deeply and politely once we were both inside the building. “My name is Kokoro, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Owner.”

“The pleasure is mine, and you may call me Ander.” I smiled politely at her and returned her bow with a slight bow of my own. “Please enjoy your stay here.”

“Thanks, I will!” With another bright smile that looked like it could put even Amehana’s to shame, she walked away in the direction of the saunas, according to the signs hanging from the ceiling.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to seeing these beautiful ladies in the flesh.” I said.

“More than just see.” Amehana reminded me, and I only got more excited. I thought about asking my guide about what just happened with Kokoro, but I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and just roll with it. She certainly didn’t seem upset.

“In any case, welcome to the spa center for the island. The building has many different facilities, including a gym, dojo, sauna, massage rooms, yoga hall, a shop containing skincare and beauty products, and various other beauty and maintenance facilities.”

“Wow, it’s literally just a full spa then.”

“That is correct, Master. There are a number of guests throughout this building, currently in the gym, sauna, and massage parlor.”

“We had better visit each and every one of them, then.” I said, rubbing my hands together in a villainous way again.

“I will leave it to you, then. I’ll wait here in the lobby for when you are ready to finish up your tour.”

“Sounds good.”

I took a good long look at the inside of the building. The walls were white with plenty of windows looking into the various facilities throughout the place, giving it a very open feeling. The floors were a lightly colored hardwood that was smooth and pleasing to look at. Speaking of pleasing, if the wooden signs hanging from the ceiling weren’t clear enough to tell you where to go, there was a very busty Ame-clone with long, wavy hair acting as a receptionist sitting at a help desk on the far wall. When I looked her way, she gave me a wink and a kissy-face with her ruby-red lips. I was glad each of the clones had their own personality, that was a nice touch.

I considered my options carefully. I thought perhaps it would be a good plan to consider my own well-being as I visited these areas. Perhaps I would visit the massage parlor to loosen myself up, then hit the gym to see what this body could really do, and then finally detox in the sauna before moving on. Of course, I’d be more than excited to meet a few beauties along the way.

With some pep in my step, I followed the signs leading to the massage parlor. I knew I made it to the right place when the décor changed from sleek and modern to more traditionally Asian. The walls went from painted white to wood paneled, and the floors went from hardwood to burgundy carpet. At the end of the hall I found myself at the waiting area for the massage rooms. There was an unoccupied desk with a sign that read “Sorry, all of our masseurs are busy with other clients right now. Please wait and we will be with you shortly.”

Standing in front of the sign, frowning, was a buxom woman with immediately recognizable long, blonde hair done in a ponytail with a black-lace bow and striking blue eyes. It was Helena. She must have just come from the sauna, because she was currently only clad in a towel wrapped around her torso.

“Hello.” I greeted. I was continually surprising myself with how calmly I was handling these social situations as they came. Either my confidence was improving or even my subconscious was beginning to realize I had nothing to fear since I could just reset whenever I wanted.

“Oh.” Helena turned her piercing blue eyes at me. “Bonjour. You must be the new owner.” Her French accent was thick, enough that her “the” sounded more like “zee”.

“That I am, Andrew Fink is my name, but you’re free to call me Ander.”

“Helena Douglas, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“You looked disappointed when I arrived, what seems to be the matter?”

“Well…” Helena looked at the sign again.

“Ah, I see. Well, maybe I could…” I stopped myself from saying what I was going to say, which was to find another Ame attendant to do it. But then I had an idea, a dastardly and perfectly perverted idea, “… do it instead.”

“Pardon?”

“Well, I can give a pretty mean massage myself.” I stretched out my arms in front of me, cracking my knuckles for emphasis.

“A massage from the owner himself? That sounds like something Zack would offer with less than proper intentions.” Helena said with pursed lips.

“I’m aware of the reputation our previous owner left behind, but I assure you I offer to do this out of a sheer sense of duty. There’s no reason you should have to wait when I can do just as well.”

Helena rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Her skepticism was warranted, I had only the worst intentions at heart. I’d have loved to get my hands all over this absolute blonde goddess’ body. Thanks to the way Ame and I built this world, however, she would probably end up seeing nothing wrong with this suggestion.

“I suppose I should give you a fair chance. My experiences with your predecessor have been less than ideal, leaving me a bit jaded.”

“I take no offense.” I smiled warmly and gestured for her to follow me into an unoccupied room. Once inside I closed the door. The room was covered in wood paneling, and the white-cushioned massage table in the center looked impossibly comfortable.

I turned into the corner to ensure my gaze was averted. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

“There is no need to face away, we are both adults and you are a professional.” Helena said, much to my surprise.

I wasn’t about to argue with her about letting me look. I turned back around just in time to see her remove her towel with her back to me. Her nude body was gorgeous, perfectly shaped like it was chiseled out of marble by a master sculptor. Though all I could see was her back and butt, I could see the distinctly round shape of her breasts on the other side.

She lowered herself down onto the cushions, face-down. As she did, I managed to catch a glimpse of her soft pink nipples before they became pressed against the cushion below her. Her arms were laid out to either side of her, and her head was rested on a small pillow with her face looking away from me, while her towel was draped over her butt.

Completely betraying the trust that let me look in the first place, my speedo was pitching an enormous tent. I was sort of thankful that she was facing away, but then I remembered the change I just made. She probably wouldn’t mind it now, or at least she would like the sight of it so much she wouldn’t want me to do anything about it. I was very curious how that would end up looking.

I walked to the table of supplies next to one of the walls and pumped some massaging oil into my hands, rubbing them together. I walked up next to her and pressed my hands into her shoulder blades to begin.

“Mm…” Helena immediately let out a slightly surprised hum that told me my magic hands were still in full effect. In fact, they were the only thing that gave me the confidence to do this in the first place. I literally had no idea what I was doing when it came to giving massages, but I could rest assured it would feel good no matter what.

I pressed my thumbs into several points of her back, working the muscle as best as I knew how. “How does it feel, Miss Douglas?”

“Very nice, Mr. Fink. You certainly weren’t lying about being good at this.” I was, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Glad to hear it. Any spots in particular you need worked on?”

“The back of my neck could use some work.”

I obliged, bringing my hands up from the middle of her back up to the base of her neck, working my fingers and thumbs into the soft skin and solid muscle. She let out another satisfied hum letting me know I was in the right area.

“I must say,” she began, “this is the best massage I’ve gotten in a long time.”

“I’m flattered.” I was beaming. Not only was I feeling Helena’s amazingly soft skin, she was complimenting me for it.

She lifted her head up and swiveled her head around, probably to see how loose she felt now, and even groaned with satisfaction. Then she laid her head down again, this time facing me. It appeared I was going to put my newfound attractive cock to the test, because when her head hit the pillow her eyes fluttered open slightly.

Once she realized that my crotch happened to be directly in front of her face, her eyes widened, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that she looked up at me briefly. I pretended not to notice as I continued to work her neck and upper back. Her gaze lowered again, and her lips kept opening and closing like she wanted to say something. I imagined she was debating whether or not to bring up the fact that I had an obviously rock-hard erection just mere inches from her face.

Enjoying the attention, I decided to tease her a little, and leaned forward in order to reach her far shoulder. This caused my tented bulge to get even closer to her face, probably nearly touching her lips. I would have loved to see her reaction, but I could no longer see her face from my vantage point.

I leaned a bit further forward, seeing if I could “accidentally” touch her with my dick. I was successful, and I knew the moment I felt something soft press against the fabric covering the tip. To my surprise, I heard the soft smacking of lips, like she had just purposefully kissed it. Taking that as more or less permission to continue as I was, I kept rubbing her shoulder and bicep as an excuse to continue leaning forward and let her kiss my tip.

I could hear her breathing get slightly heavier and could hear her become less subtle about each gentle smooch she gave the thin material containing the tip of my boner. Just to see what would happen, I leaned back again to move my hands to the other shoulder and bicep. When I did, and my crotch left her face, she actually moved her head to follow it for a split second before seemingly realizing what she was doing and resting it back down. She certainly looked disappointed, though.

“How are you feeling?”

“Excellent, this is wonderful.” She said, a bit breathily. “If you don’t mind, my legs could use some work as well.”

“My pleasure.” I smiled and moved down the table toward her amazing, shapely legs. Putting one hand on each calf I began to dig my palms and fingers into the muscle, hopefully working out whatever knots were down there. I could only have assumed she wanted me to move down to this part of the table because she needed a break from my cock. It was evidently driving her wild.

“That’s good,” she said, “a bit higher though.” That was an interesting request.

“Tell me when to stop.” I said, sliding my hands slowly up the flesh of her legs, to the back of her knees, the bottom of her thighs. I expected her to stop me any second now, but she said nothing as my hands inched further and further up her thighs.

“There.” She finally said, just before my hands slid under the towel and found themselves groping her ass.

Only slightly disappointed, because her legs were still just as soft and gorgeous, I began to knead the flesh around the top of her meaty thighs. It took all of my willpower not to squeal with delight as I saw my fingers sink down into the pillowy skin and felt them dig into the stone-like muscle.

I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself. Helena’s breathing was getting even heavier and though I couldn’t see it clearly, there was definitely a faint moistness between her legs under the towel.

“More on the inside.” She said.

Obediently, I slid my hands to the inside of her thighs. My fingers were centimeters away from her pussy. If I sneezed, I would be giving her a surprise fingering. But I kept my cool, kneading the soft flesh between her thighs.

“Yes, right there.” She was actually beginning to shake slightly.

I happily dug my fingers deeper into the flesh just shy of her moist twat, caressing the skin and rubbing it a bit aggressively.

She was openly panting now, and moaning a bit, clearly not even bothering to mask her pleasure anymore. She was apparently so intoxicated by her pleasure that she didn’t even care if I knew it.

“Keep going.” She demanded, and I happily obliged, even picking up my pace but still careful not to overstep my bounds, keeping my fingers clear of her tantalizing slit. This was still unbelievably hot, and she seemed like she was close to bursting anyway, I just needed to go a bit longer.

I continued to grind my fingers into her flesh, teasing her opening with how close my fingers were getting but still not hitting the mark. I felt like I understood how Christie felt now, teasing someone into climax without even touching their genitals.

With a loud moan she finally came, and her moistness shot out of her pussy in a thin spray of juice. Then a second squirt of fluid erupted accompanied by a second moan of pleasure.

I removed my hands. For a brief moment I felt like I did something wrong, like I took things too far.

“Well,” Helena began through panting breaths. She sat up on the massage table, flashing me her lovely, puffy pink nipples briefly before bringing the towel back up around her torso, “it seems my plan backfired.”

“What?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I wanted to test your self-control and sense of restraint, and in the end, I was the one who couldn’t stop from indulging myself. I wanted to see if you could resist the urge to go further than I asked. Zack wouldn’t have been able to, I suppose this means you’re a better man than him, and possibly even a better person than me.”

I shrugged, I didn’t really think I was better than her. “Why don’t we just agree that we both enjoyed ourselves and call it good?”

Helena smiled. “I suppose that works.”

“Why did you feel the need to test me, though?”

Helena stood up and stretched before replying. “Because I find you attractive, and I wanted to know if it would be worth my time to ask you on a date.”

I was finding it more and more difficult to maintain a cool and collected demeanor. “And your verdict?”

Helena smiled and looked me in the eyes. “Would you like to go out on a date sometime?”

“I’d love nothing more.” I grinned. “When?”

“Tomorrow morning sounds acceptable, I’ll be by the pool.”

“See you then.” I gave her a wink as she walked out of the room.

The moment the door closed and she was out of sight I jumped for joy. “Hell yeah!” I shouted. I scored a date with Helena of all people. I expected her to be one of the more difficult challenges to overcome on this island, but as it turned out, all I needed to do was show some restraint and I was already scoring dates with her. Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean sex or even foreplay, but it was great that I at least had a foot in the door.