To the IT department

Miguel was annoyed that he had to go out of his way like this but the IT department controlled this whole show so he had to play by their rules. He picked up the tablet and headed down the stairs. The hotel was pretty quiet at the moment, he suspected most people were out at the beaches or enjoying the island other recreational activities.

On the basement level he saw the guts of the operation as employees scurried around to their tasks. Down here were most of the male employees of the island Miguel noted. They were doing the laundry and cooking the meals, things that would be women's work back in Miguel's country. He couldn't laugh though, on their off times they would have just as much right to a girl in green as anyone else. Given that choice, he might have made it. Still, he got the best of both worlds now.

He made his way past the bustle to the West end. There was a locked door labeled, "IT department." He knocked and waited, tapping his foot impatiently.

A mousy redhead opened the door. She wore baggy pants and an anime T-shirt, and her hair was pulled back to keep it away from her glasses. She seemed confused to see him. She dressed as if she was unlikely to see anyone, for that matter. It was a jarring change from the put-together sex bombs walking around the island.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

Miguel's annoyance at the delays rose in his chest again but the thought of working it out on this little woman brought back his sexual frustration as well. Her own gems were red as well and he cursed internally.

"I am here to rehabilitate one of the girls on the island. A woman named Camila," he stated. "I was given this tablet but some of the options are not available. I was told to come down here to resolve it."

"Is that Miguel?" a voice called from inside. "Yeah, I spoke to him. Send him in."

The redhead shrugged and let him in. The IT department was a dark basement with large server stacks keeping the place rather balmy. The only sources of light were ugly florescent bulbs, a contrast from the sunny and airy feel to the rest of the island. The women themselves seemed like complete outsiders themselves. Against the back wall was a large bank of monitors showing camera feeds from all over the island. Miguel saw that scenes like Camila's public fucking were occurring all over the island. On one screen, a brunette maid knelt in the hallway of the hotel, blowing a man while his two companions politely waited their turn. On another, a naked woman was being fucked on all fours near the putting green on the golf course. The man currently putting was having a hard time concentrating.

The redhead plopped down in one of the seats while a dark-skinned Indian woman stood up and greeted Miguel. She was dressed slightly nicer than the other woman in a slim dress. But still far too casual for Miguel's taste.

"Hello, we spoke on the phone. I'm Alina and she is Tammi." The redhead waved but didn't look away from the golf course ravaging. "We pretty much run the island." Alina smiled.

Miguel's eyes roamed the monitors. "My God, there is so much to do here..." he muttered.

Alina laughed.

"Yes, we see it all. It can be a little frustrating just watching all day," Alina admitted. "So... we get creative."

"How is that?" Miguel asked.

"Well..." Alina looked down at Miguel's erection. "I like to crack passwords. And I got little Tammi's over there that I've been saving for a fun time."

Tammi's head whipped around. "Bullshit," she spat. "There's no way you cracked it."

"Ladies, what are you talking about?" Miguel asked.

Alina slid her hand around Miguel's waist and turned to face Tammi. "I have her password and with that I can open her account and turn her stones green whenever I want," Alina smirked. "Including right now, so you can deal with that situation you brought in." She stroked Miguel's cock through his trousers.

"And like I said -- bullshit. There's no way you cracked it," Tammi growled.

"Wanna bet?"

"Damn straight," Tammi spat back.

"Ok, I'm going to log in to your account right here and turn your stones green. I wanna see you get fucked in that little Sailor Moon T-shirt of yours."

"It's a fucking Gundam shirt, you idiot, they aren't even close to each other. And when you botch my password, you turn your stones green and you deal with him," the redhead retorted.

"Done," Alina agreed, striding to the console, swinging her hips in a feminine way.