She serves drinks by the pool

“Naomi,” said the receptionist. “You’re right on time.”

Naomi continued to hold her elbows behind her back as she stood in front of reception, a queue had formed behind her and she could hear them talking.

“That slave’s ass is sexy, I’d love to give it a slap” she heard someone say behind them.

“It looks like someone already has. She looks a bit like she’s a stuck-up bitch who can’t do as she’s told. Pretty to look at, but no good as a slave.”

It was a little humiliating, but that’s what this week was going to be like, she supposed. At least she’d never have to come back here, or ever see any of the people here again. She shook her head, she could be a good slave if she wanted to be. The best way to start was to not react to them.

“Alright, Naomi,” the receptionist said. “You’re on drinks duty, down by the pool, head over there now.”

Naomi nodded and walked towards the pool, keeping her arms in the same pose to show those men behind her that she could be a good slave, heck, she could be the perfect slave.

She reached the pool, there was a bar in the corner with a few stools in front of it. There were a few tables and chairs nearby, then a bunch of sun loungers and parasols, scattered around the pool.

It was quite busy, a couple of men sat at the bar, probably while their slaves were doing their day’s work. Others were sunbathing on the loungers, a couple of slaves had been allowed to remove their collars in order to sunbathe naked, collars on the tables beside them. A few people swam in the pool.

Naomi reported at the bar, and was handed a platter with a couple of drinks. The barman pointed at the slave who was sunbathing naked. Naomi went over and served their drinks and returned to the bar.

The next drinks were for a group sat on a table nearby. There were plenty of glasses and small shot glasses and it was a struggle not to drop it all when she carried it over.

She made it over without incident, it was a group of several men, a few had female slaves, though some were probably working right now as not every man had one.

One of the men, a shirtless blonde with his hair brushed back smiled at her as she handed him his drink. He had huge biceps and a few tattoos up his arms, the hairs on his chest were fine. Naomi had to bite her lip seeing the size of his muscular chest and the six pack beneath. He didn’t seem to have his own slave nearby.

“Hey, slave,” he said. “Wanna make some money?”

“That depends what you have in mind.”