*** Tanlines ***
The sun was bright, a cloudless sky let it shine onto Clarissa's chest and groin. Her schedule this morning was breakfast and nude sunbathing. She was in a recliner lounge, eyes closed, soaking in the sunshine. Her device dinged; it was time to reapply sunscreen.
Sitting up, she poured a generous dollop in her palm and spread it equally on the other. As with the previous times, she saw she wasn't the only one who sat up in their recliner. All male eyes were focused her way.
She spread her palm over her right boob, then squeezed, kneaded, and massaged the slickness into her mammary skin. She lifted the mass and covered the under-boob fold. The sunburn-protected tit settled on her chest. On the left side, she executed the same boob fondling hygienic protocol.
Gathering another palm coating from the bottle, she spread her thighs and covered her groin. Satisfied that she had done her dual tasks for now, she reclined back and resumed absorbing ultraviolet pigment-producing radiation. Tomorrow she would work on her back and ass; for that she would need a volunteer lotion applier.
*** Volunteers ***
Sergio reviewed the sudden list of requests to be that volunteer with a practice warmup session to ensure a quality job. Ms Connor's sunbathing antics had produced a lot of interest. He replied to all that the new girl's first time with a resort guest didn't come cheap. Best and final one-chance-only offers were being accepted for the next hour.
Cash offers flowed back in, substantial amounts from playboy guests with excess disposable wealth from family trusts and parental largesse.
One different kind of proposal caught Sergio's eye. Mr Benjamin Drake, of Drake Industries, had successfully built up a rare earth metals processing enterprise. It was one of the few facilities worldwide that was criticality needed by the EV and renewal energy sectors.
Sergio surfed the internet to discover an IPO was imminent. Mr Drake offered one percent of the preferred shares at current pre-IPO par with the stipulation that one-half of one percent go to the resort and he would hold the other half percent in secret trust for Clarissa. The current par value was half of the highest cash offer from the playboy guests. But analysts were predicting a 20x multiple at public sale with unlimited future growth. Sergio saw the opportunity for a windfall and was already spending it in his mind. Clarissa would unwittingly have financial security waiting in trust when she chose to move on to another stage in her life.
In the afternoon, Clarissa was informed that the animated competition to be her volunteer was completed and the winning guest would be joining her this evening to get acquainted and preview his pleasant duties for her first real recreation assignment.
That evening, Mr Drake stood outside Clarissa's residential staff door. He had been directed to arrive at 8 and he was on time as was any successful businessman's habit. He buzzed the door and moments later it opened.
She was wearing the computer-relayed dress code he had requested. On the other hand, the middle-aged gentleman was dressed in baggy shorts, sleeve-less tee, and flip-flops. The shoe choice revealed his intent that the recreation practice would occur mostly indoors and without much standing up.
Her outfit was equally focused on indoor, non-athletic activities: booty shorts, a loose tunic, and barefooted. Without her heels, she was a foot shorter than him.
"Good evening, Ms Connors. So good to see you up close, although sadly, so much less visible."
"We will remedy that soon, Mr Drake. Do you need anything before we start? Some water or juice? No alcohol tonight. At your age, we don't want to wear you out."
The middle-aged man puffed out his chest in counterpoint to her inference of his stamina. He was an outdoor enthusiast, his body well-conditioned to physical activities. And with his wealth, status, and rugged looks, prime pussy practically fell out of the sky at his feet. A confirmed bachelor, he got more sex than most married men.
"I'll keep up; don't you worry."
She copped a smile, a single nod, and squinted her acknowledgment to his self-assured claim.
"Okay, let's get acquainted with what's needed."
She turned around and peeled down her booty shorts, exposing her pale bare butt. Tilting forward, looking back, and reaching back, she found his hand and placed it on her ass cheek. She moved it around the soft shape, mimicking a lotion-applying motion with wrinkling finger squeezes.
"Tomorrow, be generous with the sun balm and really work it in."