The cruise ship arrives in an hour, docking in slip one. We have two slips now, adding two more on the other side of the public beach. Several cruise lines have contacted us with interest; however, they are not all adult-only cruises, which is all we will allow. Our beaches are nude, and we don't want underage people watching from the ship even if they can't go ashore.
I walked down the main street, making sure everything was open. Two trains had arrived from the mainland, and things were already busy. The cruise line had done STD testing and had given passengers a form to present when they disembarked.
The transportation was at the dock to take those who signed up for the rope course and ziplines, so we were set and anxiously anticipated the arrival. The ship carried over 900 passengers. We had staffed for a good turnout with extra supplies brought in for the day.
Pam and John had left yesterday, met with the moving company that afternoon. The company would pack everything, so they returned to the island this morning to get to work. I like dedication. Was it the sex of the money? I didn't know, but I had them meet me downtown.
"Guys, back so soon?" I asked.
"We like your company," Pam responded.
"Before we get you started at the resort next week, I want you to work as hosts for the next few days. Greet people in town. I have these badges for you to wear. If you don't know an answer, call the office and get one. Don't just give directions; take them to the destination and talk up the island. Make suggestions of shopping places, dining experiences, and places to find sexual pleasure."
"What if they want sexual pleasure with us?" John asked.
"That's up to you. Just don't spend the day in bed with them. I would arrange evening time. Pam, make sure you drop by the clinic this morning to have the birth control device installed so you don't have to worry about pills. All female employees get one since we have a no children allowed policy, and a pregnancy would cause a problem. Any questions?"
"None from us. Looking forward to the gathering at your place this weekend." Pam said as they attached the host badges, and Pam headed to the clinic while John walked down the street greeting people.
The ship arrived early, no problem. Our people saw it coming and our hosts hurried over to greet and give directions to the passengers as they went down the gang plank.
Most of the passengers headed to the clubs, gay, lesbian, or bi-sexual. Thanks to being pre-tested for STDs on board, it made for quick passage inside. I went aboard and spoke with the captain to make sure everything was smooth on arrival and gave him wristbands for himself and his staff for entry in the club and a free meal in town. They would be docked overnight, leaving at noon the next day.
I went up the street to the clubs to check out the action. Since I owned the place, I had access to all three clubs and wanted to see how they were all doing. I went to the gay club first.
Inside, the first floor had a locker room on the first floor, a steam room and sauna. At the entrance, past the testing station, you decided what you wanted to purchase, a locker, or one of the rooms on the next two floors which included a bed and television showing porn from our studio. We also had flat screens throughout the building. There was a small shop that sold lubes, condoms, toys, and tubing for use in the bathrooms for an easy enema. Guests received a large and small towel after they made their choice. Here, people either wrapped in a towel or walked around naked. Clothing was not optional in any of the clubs. We also had rules on the wall explaining how to approach others, and that no meant no. We had security, it pointed out, wearing red jockstraps that said security on the pouch, so if you had a problem, ask them.
I went into the employee changing room where had my locker to change. Taking my towels, I walked over to the steam room and went inside. It was designed for 150 guys and was just about at that limit. Some of the guys were engaged in oral sex, others were fucking, and some sat and watched. I set my towel on the marble bench and watched.
"May I?" the guy next to me asked.
"Be my guest," I responded as he leaned across my leg and began to suck my cock. I let him edge me for a while, then thanked him, getting up and leaving to check out more of the club.
Entering the sauna, it had the same occupancy as the steam room, instead of marble it was done in wooden benches--the same type of action taking place here. I sat long enough to dry the sweat off from the steam room. I turned down a couple of offers an eight-inch cock will get them for you I had discovered in life.
The second floor had rooms available on both sides of the hall. The center was an open room with five large--king-sized beds covered in leather. We had staff who wiped them down throughout the day. Around the room are benches for people to watch or act with others on the bench. The train and ship plus people at the hotels and motels on the island had a lot of activity.
I was watching the action on the bed in front of me. Someone had asked to suck me, which is assented to. He was kneeling, edging me as I watched five guys play. One guy was in the center, another straddling his face with his cock sliding in his mouth. At the other end, a guy had placed the middle guy's legs on his shoulder and had his condom covered cock sliding in and out his ass. The other two guys were on each side, the middle guy's hands jerking their cocks as they leaned over and were kissing each other. Hot actions, complete with vocal exclamations were overshowed by all the other guys moaning in pleasure.
It wasn't long before the top guy had unloaded in his condom. I was also experiencing the same as I let loose into the guy's mouth who was sucking me. He swallowed the cum I shot down his throat, not missing a drop. I thanked him and moved on to the building.
I could see people inviting others to join in their room for more private play, some had their doors open inviting people in, or so they could watch as they fucked someone in the room. I liked the fifty bucks for the three-hour fee.
We also had several sections on the third floor with the same room arrangement. Glory holes, a room with slings and sawhorses, and an x-cross for strapping in someone to gently (we hoped) whip their ass with leather whips we had hanging on the wall. I spent a couple of hours enjoying the club before going downstairs to shower and change clothes. Answer a couple of messages from the office, then proceed to the lesbian side. I knew, like on the gay side; it wasn't all the same sex; many were married to people of the opposite sex but enjoyed the experience of same-sex play. I think most people are probably bi-sexual.
I put on a security jockstrap in the employee locker room. The setup for the ladies' side was the same as the guys except there were no glory holes.
On the second floor, I sat and watched gals having sex with each other on the beds. Some were performing cunnilingus, lapping away at the vulva. Others had vibrators playing in each other's cunts. The ultimate goal was to bring the other to climax, and that was being achieved.
It is impressive how many women enjoy sex with each other, but guys are the same. Sexual pleasure is enjoyable no matter how it is done, self-stimulation or with others.
On the third floor, I watched a submissive attached to the cross bars and her master lightly flogging her ass. Red from the attention, she was enjoying each flick of the leather braided whip as it teased her ass. She begged for more and more. I was getting hard watching with nothing to do but enjoy the sight. If I didn't own the place, I would not have been able to observe this hot action.
I went back downstairs, changed back to my regular clothes, and headed out to see the action in the bi-sexual section of the club. There was a line waiting at the door; this was, it seemed, the most crowded of the three clubs.
Talking with some people in line brought them to the island or caused them to book passage on the ship. An opportunity to have sex with someone else or even participate in an orgy with an anonymous group of people.
Changing out in the employee locker room, I wrapped my towel and began to tour the place. The steam room and sauna were almost at capacity, with people engaging in sex. On the second floor, the five beds had guests indulging sexually. On the third floor, people wandered through the glory hole maze, sucking and fucking through the holes and playing in the other areas as well, fucking on the sling, being whipped on the cross bars, and finding a corner to play. The desk told me all the rooms were rented and they were moving people in; no one was moving out.
