III
Rod was pissed. He'd dealt with assholes like this before, guys who
thought they could use their money to put him down. But Rod always had his
revenge. He loved this job. The most beautiful women in the world came here,
and he fucked them at will.
He particularly loved honeymooners. There was nothing like seducing a
woman on her honeymoon. Rod had plucked plenty of cherries, and there's no
doubt about it, he thought, fucking a virgin is sweet. But that other
virginity--the wife who's never given her cunt to a man other than her husband
since she's been married--plucking that cherry was an even greater thrill. And
the creme de la creme was getting them on their honeymoons. Especially when
they were as gorgeous and sophisticated as the brides who came to this posh
resort.
The job of "Guest Services Officer" at this resort was a coveted one.
While the guests were on the island, the GSO arranged everything for them. He
was the only human contact the guests had with the resort while they were here,
unless they wanted specialized services such as a tennis coach. The reputation
of the resort--and its ability to charge sky-high prices--depended on the
flawless service the Guest Services Officers could provide. Their salaries
started at $250,000 a year, and they made at least that much in tips.
Rod Powers had only been on the staff two years, but he was already the
top-ranked assistant on the staff. He was permanently assigned to the most
expensive villa, catering to the most extravagant guests. His salary was
$750,000. He made many times that much in tips. He was invaluable to the
management of the resort. Did they know that his enormous popularity with the
guests derived from the special service he was able to provide between the
outspread legs of the wives? Probably. So what? So long as the customers
were happy....
Usually, it was no problem for Rod to seduce the brides on honeymoon.
His sexual power was too much for the human female to resist. But sometimes, if
he got annoyed by their snooty attitudes, he raped them. He might force them
the first time, but they always begged for it the second time. And the third.
And the fourth. And so on.
John Barton was getting Rod angry. Ordering him around in an arrogant
way, finding the most degrading things for him to do. Three times before they
had reached the villa, Barton had found some task for Rod to do that required
him to kneel down on the ground. And then Barton had always positioned himself
so that Rod was staring right into Barton's ass, just inches away. And there
was always a suppressed smile on Kim's face. It was Barton's ability to
dominate others that made her love him.
When Rod got mad, he got even. He was going to fuck Barton's trophy
bride all right. And he wasn't going to seduce her. He was going to rape her.
He'd do it right in front of Barton's eyes. He'd use the Asian babe to
humiliate Barton. Rod could see that Barton really did love her. Good. Barton
would get paid back for his little stunts. With interest.
Rod wasn't worried about getting into trouble with his employers. Once
he fucked Kim, she'd be so attached to him that she wouldn't let Barton harm him
in any way. And she could control Barton, that was obvious. The bosses would
never find out about what he did.
