I Have No Idea
Chapter 7
by Redsliver
At Casa de Tanner, I felt like a God. Out on the island, on the beach with dad or at the Castle with Ellie, I had felt like a king. I had woken up and left the hotel, dormitory rather, in such straits that I couldn’t fathom what kind of place I was in.
The girls lived here. They worked out there. There were token employees: a girl at the front desk, maid duty once every 2 weeks for every girl, always someone waiting bar, always someone in the kitchen. That wasn’t special. It wasn’t customer service. This was a small community and the girls were taking care of each other.
I felt apart, but above it all. I didn’t clean up after myself. I didn’t pour someone else a drink. No doubt I could, but I wasn’t on some chore cycle. The place was gorgeous, but more like a home than a hotel. All the portraits on the walls, all the statuary in the public spaces, all the music on the speakers, all the videos on the specialty channels, all of the art in the building was produced by the girls that lived or had lived here.
A king commanded everything he could see. It was his right to take and use all the spoils of his kingdom. My kingdom was beautiful girls and excitement. A God was a world creator. He not only had the right, but he created the very rights themselves. The girls I saw wanted me, liked me, loved me, obeyed me.
Ellie led me through the lounge, two sets of women were in there drinking afternoon wine and gossiping. They all waved and kept on storytelling and laughing. We marched into the kitchen. A thirty-ish woman in a chef’s hat and coat was finishing up a platter of pickles, nuts, iced lemonade, and fruit. A short brunette girl, maybe 20, was dressed in a tight white leather miniskirt and the pale blue golf shirt that was dressing the cart they were going to take it up on.
“Hi boss!” The brunette caused the chef to jump in surprise. “Hi mistress Hess.”
“Yes, welcome, how can we—”
“We’re here to intercept Rena’s room service.” Ellie cut off the chef with a smile. I didn’t see any frustration or cattiness erupt from the woman being cut off. We were in a magical paradise. I scrutinized the brunette further. Had I seen her before?
“Boss?” She worried.
“It’s nothing,” I forced a smile. “Rena’s got cravings it seems.”
“Yes, she’s at her worst,” the brunette beamed.
“And did Doc Vanessa order anything as well?” I asked and was met by three sets of confused eyes. I faltered. I turned to Ellie but she laughed at me before I could ask.
“Doc Vanessa’s up at The Strip. That’s where the clinic is.” Ellie filled me in. The brunette chewed her lip. “Rena’s just up in Doc Vanessa’s room.”
I almost got to ask why.
“Is he still out of sorts since this morning?” The brunette asked as I placed her. She had been one of the girls I had woken up between. She had put on a top and tied back her hair and I had been totally duped.
“Can I get you anything, Master?” The chef asked.
“What do you do best?” I asked. She was a tall woman, redhead, a strawberry blonde, and was speaking with just the hint of a Boston accent.
“Doggy style.” She beamed. Ellie smiled but the brunette still seemed a bit worried.
“No, I guess I ate pretty big at The Castle.” I watched the brunette take the tray and load it onto the cart. “We’ll follow the lady up.”
“I’m here if you need me.” The Chef leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Not going to see me tomorrow?” I asked.
“Not in small enough crowd to wish you the best.” She beamed. I leaned in and kissed her lips. A kiss on the cheek was always awkward for me. She seemed more than happy with my alternative.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” I smiled and turned. I wrapped my arm around the brunette as she pushed the cart towards the fat elevator at the back of the kitchen. I looked at her face. She bit her lip as our eyes met. Ellie grabbed my ass and hung herself around me.
“Marina, you were part of the order too, weren’t you?” Ellie hopped as I squeezed her ass back. It was a thank you. Now I had a name for the brunette.
“Um, yeah.” She was blushing.
“Makes sense, Rena loves a curious straight girl.” Ellie skipped along into the elevator ahead of us.
“You’re not into girls?” I asked as the doors closed.
“Not really,” she shrugged.
“It’s a job then.” I understood that feeling. I had been a dishwasher, a short order cook, a warehouse stock boy, a supermarket cashier, and a sandwich artist. I even had felt that way, a few days a month if not every week, when I had my career in pharmacology.
“No,” Marina shook her head, “This is going to be a blast.”
“But you don’t like eating pussy?” I pushed back.
“I’m really good at it!” She defended herself as Ellie giggled.
“I didn’t imply you weren’t.” Her skill at pleasuring women wasn’t even in my calculus about this conversation.
“Sex on the island isn’t like sex back in normie-land.” Ellie assured me.
“How do you mean?” I scratched my head as I thought the doors open. Marina pushed the cart out in front of us.
“Would you want to live in a sexual paradise where the women didn’t always want it?” Ellie laughed.
“Fair point,” I laughed. I looked to Marina. “What do you like most about the island?”
“The respect.” She beamed. “Even when you got a couple dozen friends watching some rich guy choking you and bashing out your cervix, you know it’s not going to change the way anyone thinks of you.”
“OK,” I laughed. I looked to Ellie. “I let the guests choke the girls?”
“There’s a whole dungeon under The Strip. It’s not your scene, I think you worked out whatever that was after a couple months. Still, a lot of the girls love working there.” Ellie held something back. It was the first time since we had been together today that she wasn’t ejaculating as much about everything as she could tell me.
I ground my teeth as we crossed the third floor hallway. Doc Vanessa’s room was 3J. I stopped Marina from knocking as I swiped my card through the lock and marched in.
“There’s my little monkey! Hey baby! Hi Ellie.” Rena was laid out on a big sofa in a big fluffy bathrobe. Her hair was was being brushed by a cute young looking woman. The woman with the hairbrush looked embarrassed. She was naked but for a see-through black veil, a gold chain around her hips and a big god and jeweled necklace over her chest.
“Her little monkey?” I asked a blushing Marina as she wheeled the cart over to Rena.
“Why the party in Doc Vanessa’s room?” I asked as I walked over to my pregnant work buddy. I had eight incredulous eyes on me again. I can’t tell you who started laughing at me first, Rena or Ellie. The girl in veil looked terrified. Marina reached over and touched my elbow. She was sincere.
I kissed her. I had no idea, until now, just how potent a stalling mechanism kissing is. It gave Ellie time to laugh her lung out onto the floor. Rena stood up and dragged her naked slave by the waist chain.
“This is my room. My apartment. I share it with Vanessa and the twins here. It really makes me wonder why after spending the day with fuck slut number seven-seven-one,” she flicked Ellie in the nose at that comment, “you’re referring to this as Vanessa’s room.”
“It might be my fault,” Ellie was still chuckling amid syllables. “In my defense, we don’t sleep here, our clothes aren’t here, I’ve never had sex in my bed.”
“I’ll fix that, which one’s your bed?” I announced.
“Let me eat first!” Rena pleaded as she tossed the platter lid aside and stuffed a pickle in her mouth.”
“Over here,” Ellie pointed to one of the doors on the East wall. “Mel’s gonna be so jealous.”
“Who are you?” I lifted the veil on Rena’s slave as Marina set out the platter and lemonade pitcher onto the kitchenette table.
“Frankie,” She murmured.
“Supaa!” I exclaimed. She flinched her lips into a confused frown.
“Why does he always say that?” I get the feeling she asked for the thousandth time. I felt so much better. So much more like me. This island was my design, my labor, my paradise. Mine. It wasn’t some brain hijacker who had wielded my body like a puppet. I smiled.
“No one knows.” Rena belched around a kiwi she bit through the skin of. I smirked. It was uplifting to see something unmanufactured. I was feeling better by the moment. I gestured Ellie to come back from her bedroom.
“Are all of the suites four bedrooms?” I looked around the room. It was big living area, not unlike the massive bedroom I had as my room in the penthouse. There was no big bed in the open area. There was a flat screen TV with a Playstation One hooked up to it.
“Yes,” Marina answered, “Though we share each among eight girls.”
She explained a bit more. The girls that re-upped after six months were welcome to a single room but very few did. I wasn’t listening. I stepped up behind Rena. She had pulled out her chair was standing over the table eating with gusto. I slipped my arms around her. She was of height with me. My arms slid over her engorged belly.
“They tell me you like fucking straight girls.”
She crunched her pickle noisily until she could swallow. She wiggled her butt back against me. I grew hard. She grabbed another pickle.
“I like tomboys.” She only nibbled this time. “And Latinas like Marina.”
“You have good taste.” I agreed. “But what about me?”
“I like you plenty.” She replied. “I even get excited knowing you’re coming for me. When I’m with you, I love dick so much I wish every pretty girl had one.”
I laughed. I kissed her neck. This was the first time I had my hands over the belly of pregnant woman. The first time I could feel the kick into my hand. I was boiling with emotions, good emotions, positive energy, that I had never felt before. I rested my chin on Rena’s shoulder.
“I meant, what about me, what do I like the best?”
“Twins.” She laughed. “And Chefs.”
“Nerds!” Ellie taunted at me. Frankie and Marina were hovering elbow to elbow waiting to be called in to join us or get dismissed. Ellie was vibrating with nervous energy.
“I hardly know anything about anyone it seems.” I couldn’t let Rena go. “I talked to Dad.”
“Good,” Rena smashed the ice from her lemonade with her teeth. It was quite loud with my ear to her cheek. “You figure it out yet.”
“No, I haven’t figured what it is yet.” I said.
“That’s cool. What do you want? What’re you doing today?”
“Exploring,” I named it. “I’ve seen the Waterfront and the Castle. I’ve picked around here a little.”
“How’s your guide?” Rena asked of Ellie.
“She’s awesome.”
“Damn right I am!”
“I’m glad I started with the less obvious mother of my children.” I ran my hands in circles over her stomach. She seemed content to eat, though she had slowed down from devourer of worlds.
“You’re not going to figure out Olivia until you see her for supper,” Rena told me. “Maybe, hang up that worry for the moment.”
“And Larry and Shani,” I tried to agree.
“Nah, that’s a fight you need to armor yourself for.” Rena pushed me back so she could turn around and get off of her feet. She snapped her fingers and Frankie jingled over and skidded down on her knees.
“Oh, she’s got perfect thumbs!” Rena moaned as the little slave girl started on Rena’s feet. I reached down and unbelted Rena’s robe.
“Oh, she’s got perfect tits!” I announced in the same glorified tone. She laughed, reached up and squeezed her breasts.
“I always thought I was second only after Mel.” She puckered her lips so I’d lean down and kiss her. I kissed her nipple and she swatted my hair with a smile.
“Wait, Mel and Ellie are twins. How could you be second if—”
Marina was shut up by her own squeak. Ellie had shoved a hooked finger up Marina’s ass. I guess the work uniform was pantyless. I was smiling and unsurprised.
“Because five weeks ago, pregnant Mel got a visit from the titty fairy.” Ellie explained with extreme prejudice.
“No, I was just mocking you.” Rena smirked as I lifted myself up from her chest.
“Good, because you’re not in the top 10 of tits.” Ellie marched Marina over to us with her finger still jammed in tight. The Latina girl, I saw it now, there was a lot of tan to go around on a tropical island. It wasn’t important to me as it was to Rena anyways.
“Which 5 girls are in the top 10 of tits?” I asked with a smirk.
“There are six.” Rena ran with my joke. That felt right, felt familiar. She had never carried a joke I had tried before my blackout. I hoped I was remembering something.
“When’s the last time I fucked these two girls?” I asked. Rena curled into my hand as I stroked her hair. Marina looked aghast. She blushed. Frankie bit her lip but kept her focus on Rena’s second foot.
“It was this morning, out at the pool,” Marina was hurt.
“He’s having an episode,” Ellie interjected, that scared Marina further. “You weren’t around for the others, shit. Remember those injections we gave you when you got to the island?”
“The vaccines?” Marina blanched, “Oh my God! What did you give me!”
“They don’t know?” I feared. “I thought you said every girl was a volunteer.”
“A volunteer to make a hundred grand in six months,” Ellie shrugged. “We don’t go around advertising ‘Mind control! Mind control! Mind control! Never say no to good sex again!’”
Ellie thought it was hilarious. She was beaming, laughing, and laughing alone. Rena ushered away a shellshocked Frankie. The girl’s jewels and chains tinkled as she climbed to her feet and retreated three steps. Marina had her eyes closed. I walked over and took her hand.
“Marina, tell me what you’re thinking.” I commanded. It felt command at least. Mind control! Mind control! Mind control! I at least hoped.
“I didn’t even think anything was wrong with me.” She worried. “I always liked sex. I thought of this as a guilt free vacation, a six month long party. I’m here as a prostitute.”
“Yeah, I guess, yeah.” I started to feel embarrassed.
“Oh, fuck off!” Ellie dismissed the revelation. “Back me up, Rena.”
“No, we make whores,” Rena agreed with Marina. “Have we ever kept someone a second term that didn’t come to grips with that?”
“I meant, being a whore’s not a bad thing,” Ellie countered. “Marina’s a great one.”
“Thanks?” I think Marina was confused because she warmed at the compliment. Her thoughts conflicted with her emotions.
“I’ve always been for legalized prostitution.” I explained. I never had the curiosity to fuck a whore though. I tried to square this reality with my remembered thoughts. It wasn’t fitting. Unless, I didn’t believe these girls were hookers. “I don’t think she’s a whore.”
“What?” Marina perked.
“Oh, not this again…” Ellie bitched.
“What? What is this again?” I demanded. Ellie slumped her shoulders.
“You’ve always said you were casting actresses.” Rena volunteered. “This whole fantasy is a big sandbox for you and you expect all your players to color inside your lines.”
“That’s a metaphor cataclysm.” I noted. I looked to Frankie. “Why are you here?”
“I couldn’t afford college. Couldn’t get a scholarship. I’m too important to flip burgers or serve coffee.” She stood up. She jangled. I disliked her.
“I wanted to get out of my neighborhood. I needed to build a life I could maintain myself without asking my Dad for rent or swiping right on Tinder just so I didn’t go into the red buying groceries.” Marina had me respect her. “I guess sex for room, board, new experiences, and a hundred thousand dollars isn’t too far off going on a date just for a meal.”
“Well,” I mumbled picking up some cashews and almonds from the bowl on the platter. It was easier to think while I chewed. “You’ve both been cast in grand roles.”
“OK,” Marina agreed. Frankie just shrugged her shoulders setting her tits a-jiggle. Ellie rolled her eyes.
“Relax, Brian,” Rena rubbed the back of my leg through my shorts. “They still want to play their part and play it better than anyone else could ever. Right girls?”
“Whore or actress,” Marina stood taller, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
“It’s really glamorous to think of ourselves as actresses,” Frankie smiled. “It makes me hot.”
“Right…”
“So, something, something, finally get to fuck in my own bed?” Ellie clapped her hands to catch everyone’s attention. “You’ve not lived until Rena’s sucked your cock while Frankie eats your ass out.”
“Yeah… Get started girls.” I announced. Rena touched me again and I helped her up to her feet. Ellie, Frankie, and Marina were giggling towards Ellie’s room. I tugged Rena’s hand and we started for the door.
“What the hell, Brian?” Ellie said from her door frame.
“I told you to get started.” I growled.
“Aye, aye, master!” She saluted and chased the girls inside. She skidded across her hardwood floors on Marina’s discarded skirt. I grimaced but she didn’t crash as Frankie and Marina caught her and set on her bed.
“We’re going up to the penthouse.” I told Rena. “I have all tomorrow with Ellie, right?”
“Yeah, Valentine’s Day. The Globe is amazing on holidays.” She grinned as we stepped out into the hallway. I closed the door and headed to the elevators. The smaller people ones the not the big freight on attached to the kitchen. “So you’re finally going to talk to Lawrence.”
“What?” I asked as I waved my key card over 7.
“Who do you think you share the penthouse with?”
“I share it?” I was surprised to hear.
“Yeah, you, Lawrence, Shani, and your Dad and Olivia.” She took a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m really not used to being anywhere by twelve steps behind you.”
“I, uh…” The elevator doors opened. The big screen TV was blaring a Thor movie or a Hulk movie I guessed. Larry looked up and back. He pulled his wife’s face off of his cock. Shani had a giggling smile and a wave for me. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so angry.
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