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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN

   CHAPTER 1: PARADISE HAS ITS PRICE Cori Banks thought she'd fall asleep
right away on the flight from San Diego to St.  Thomas in the U.S.  Virgin
Islands.  Why shouldn't she?  She had just survived a busy opening night at
her step-father's restaurant, a vicious rape attempt and subsequent fight,
followed by a hasty retreat.  She had escaped sore but relatively unharmed
thanks to Tony, her hero, who had not only saved her, but also paid for
this 10-day vacation.

   Thanks to her attacker, she had been stripped of her clothes and had
been too scared to go home and pack her things.  So, she wore only what
Tony had bought her at a convenience store - a thin, white "California
Girl" t-shirt, yellow athletic shorts and a pair of black heels, which were
the only part of her evening attire that had survived Crisp's attack.

   She had no underwear, no personal belongings of any kind, no bags -
nothing except the clothes she was wearing and $1,000 in an envelope -
again, courtesy of Tony.

   She should have been exhausted - and she was - but she couldn't sleep.
The whirlwind of the past 8 hours had her mind racing.  Now, she was going
from all that to nothing but peace and quiet for 10 days in a luxurious
island resort.  Wow, did she ever need a rest.  "Especially my mouth and
pussy," Cori mused, her eyes half-closed as she lounged in her seat.  She
was lucky.  She had a row to herself.  No interruptions, no awkward
conversations, just quiet time to think.

   Even though her current attire was far more conservative than she
normally wore - OK, the hardened nipples poking through the thin shirt, the
lack of any underwear and the fuck-me heels were still hotter than your
average woman's daily wear - Cori was still a knockout.  At 22 years old,
she was in her prime physically, a hard-bodied stunner with a phenomenal,
all-natural 36C-22-34 body.  She was 5-6, 120 pounds with golden blonde
hair which she wore just past her shoulders or in a ponytail.  She had blue
eyes, a pert nose, soft full lips and just a hint of dimples when she
smiled, which was often.

   Her breasts were very full, round and firm, sitting high on her chest
and every guy she had ever met or dated appreciated her long, rubbery
nipples which were extremely sensitive and seemed to be erect -- or at
least partially so -- all the time.  Even now, those hard buds were rubbing
against the inside of her soft t-shirt, denting it noticeably.  She had a
firm, round, bubble-butt of an ass and a tight little pussy with juicy
thick lips and light blonde hair carefully trimmed into a tiny "landing
strip".  Her legs were long, and shapely with athletic thighs and slender
calves and ankles.

   She had a naturally golden brown complexion enhanced by frequent
tanning. She had only subtle, very small tan lines as she generally
sunbathed nude.  When she didn't, she wore only the skimpiest of string
bikinis.  She had a small red heart tattooed on her left ass cheek and a
pierced navel with a small gold ring in it.

   That body had been both a blessing and curse for her.  She found that it
opened many doors and opportunities, such as her position as a receptionist
at the Hard Body Shop back in Georgia.  She was overpaid significantly
because of her looks and her willingness to fuck each of the four male
employees on staff.  She had loved those guys and missed the three guys who
were still there dearly.  But that same body - and her willingness to
display it so much - had provoked several unwanted attacks and had even led
her ailing stepfather to take advantage of her.  It was because of him that
she had moved to San Diego, trying to help him.  Instead, he had used her
and allowed her to be used by others.

   It seemed like her body either made men like her former co-workers or
Tony overly generous or insanely and dangerously violent.  She needed some
middle ground.  Maybe, just maybe, 10 days in St.  Thomas would provide not
only the rest she needed, but also a chance to clear her mind.  For the
first time in who knows how long, she was going to put herself first.  She
didn't even know where she was going after her vacation was over - back to
Georgia?  Back to Tony in San Diego?  Who knew?  It was both scary and
exciting.

   When Cori finally did fall asleep, she dreamt of warm beaches, sun and
the beautiful blue ocean.  She didn't wake up until the plane was ready to
land.  Cori sat up, excited, looking out the window at the beautiful
paradise that would be her home for the next 10 days.

   As Tony had promised, there was a shuttle waiting for her and other new
arrivals, ready to take them to the resort.  All of the arriving guests at
the resort were greeted personally by an attendant who helped verify their
check-in and escorted them to their room.  Cori was greeted by Gerald,
whose dark skin contrasted brilliantly with his stark white uniform, which
consisted of a button down shirt and knee-length shorts.  He was short -
about 5-7 - with a well-toned but wiry build, shaved head and a friendly,
smiling face marred by a deep scar on the left side of his face.  Cori
guessed him to be in his early 20s, like her.

   "You're all set, Miss Banks," he grinned politely at her as he finished
checking her in on the computer.  He had a slight island accent, indicative
of the fact that he was a local.  "May I take your bags?  I will escort you
to your room."

   "I don't have any bags," Cori shrugged.

   "No bags?  Were your items shipped ahead or lost by the airline?  I can
help track them for you..."

   "No," Cori interrupted, smiling.  "It's a long story, but I have no
bags, period.  I'll need to buy some clothes and other items.  Is there a
store here at the resort where I can get what I need for tonight?  I'll do
some sightseeing tomorrow and do some more shopping then."

   "Of course, ma'am," Gerald said.  "There is a market here where you can
pick up toiletries and some snacks.  There is also a surf shop with
swimwear and a souvenir shop with t-shirts, shorts and things like that. 
You may charge any purchases to your room if you like.  Would you like me
to take you there now, or would you prefer to see your room first?"

   "Let's go to the room first, please," Cori said.

   "Of course, ma'am," Gerald said, nodding toward a golf cart.  "Your room
is in one of our hillside suites.  Please allow me to take you in the golf
cart." He stole a quick glance at her long legs as she walked toward the
cart, her heels clicking on the smooth pavement.  He had seen many
beautiful women come through the resort, dressed in all sorts of revealing
ways, so Cori's appearance, though appreciated, was no cause for ogling. 
He maintained his professional demeanor while admiring her swaying ass,
catching up to hold her hand as she stepped up into the cart.  As she did
so, he caught site of her hardened nipples pressed against her t-shirt,
struck by the fact that she wasn't wearing a bikini top or bra underneath.

   While Gerald enjoyed her landscape, Cori checked out the resort. 
Looking over her shoulder as they drove up the hill, she saw two gorgeous
pools, beautifully landscaped grounds with brilliant green grass and
gorgeous flowers everywhere, all of it overlooking the blue ocean waters
and white sandy beach.  Her first purchase, she realized, would need to be
a bathing suit if she wanted to take advantage of that pool tonight.  It
was already late afternoon, so she figured a quick shopping trip, dinner
and a dip in the pool would be about it for her first day in paradise.

   The room itself was very nice.  It had a balcony overlooking the
grounds, a king-size bed, Jacuzzi tub and stand-alone shower.  There was a
small desk, a chair, small love seat and a small TV set.  The room even had
a small refrigerator and microwave for convenience.

   "Is the room to your liking, ma'am?" Gerald asked.

   "It's beautiful," Cori said.

   "Would you like a ride back down to the shops?" Gerald asked.  "Or is
there something I can get for you until you have a chance to do your own
shopping?"

   "Oh, no thank you," Cori said.  "But I will take you up on that ride."
As they rode back down, she asked Gerald, "So, I know this might sound like
an odd question since I'm vacationing here, but I was given this trip as a
gift and didn't have a chance to do any research.  What is there to do
here?"

   "Oh, very much, ma'am," Gerald said.  "We have much shopping,
snorkeling, an aquarium, scuba diving, fishing, boat cruises, hiking, golf,
tennis, dance clubs.  If you'd like, I can put together a proposed schedule
of activities for you and then make any reservations you like for the
activities you want to do."

   "That would be so nice," Cori said.

   "Will you be dining with us tonight?"

   "I guess so," Cori said.

   "Excellent.  I'll have it for you at dinner.  Here's the surf shop.  I
believe you'll find a nice selection of swimwear here.  The market and
souvenir shops are both just on the other side of the tennis courts."

   "I see them," Cori said.  "Thank you so much, Gerald.  You've been
extremely helpful."

   She went inside the surf shop and, as Gerald had mentioned, there was a
wide assortment of swimwear to choose from.  As she was looking, she
noticed three men come in the door; they were all older - 40s, she guessed
-- their collared shirts, khaki shorts and expensive sunglasses telling
Cori that they probably had money.

   Cori didn't give them a second thought until she heard one say to the
other, "Hottie, 10 o'clock." Great, here comes the cheesy pick-up line,
Cori thought.  They had no idea how uninterested she was in finding a man
on this trip.  She had no dislike for men; in fact, despite the actions of
a few, she loved men.  But this trip was about her and her alone.  Her
rest. Her relaxation.  Clearing her mind and figuring out her life.  She
didn't need some horny guy in a mid-life crisis screwing things up.

   "Might I suggest this one?" one of the guys said, approaching her and
holding up a skimpy string bikini.  "I think you would look terrific in
it."

   Cori looked up at him.  He was tall - about 6-4 with thinning light
brown hair that had turned gray on the sides.  He was handsome, she had to
admit, but had leering eyes and a used-car-dealer smile that turned her off
instantly.

   "Thanks," Cori nodded, not smiling.  "I'm doing just fine."

   "Oh, you're fine all right," the man said.  "But you'd be doing better
if you had dinner with me tonight.  You're here alone, right?  I saw you
get off the plane by yourself.  A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone
on vacation.  My name's Sam Clayton.  Let me buy you dinner tonight.  And
breakfast tomorrow."

   Cori kept her eyes trained on the clothes in front of her, careful to
avoid the shark-like grin.  She almost puked at the breakfast comment and
thought sure she'd hurl if she looked at this jerk.

   "I'm sorry," she said.  "I appreciate the offer, but I already have
plans for dinner.  And, no offense, but I'm really looking forward to
enjoying my vacation ... alone."

   "Ouch!  Shot down!" she heard one of Sam's buddies cackle from a few
feet away.  40-year-old frat boys, she thought.  They probably had a bet on
who got to nail her first.  Well, sorry, boys, but no winners this time
around.

   "Well, at least let me buy your swimsuit for you," Sam said, not giving
up.  "All I ask is that I get to see you model it for me."

   "Sorry," Cori said again, "but no thanks." She took two suits and walked
briskly toward the dressing room, doing her best to ignore them as they
commented on her legs and ass as she walked away.

   "Can I help you try those on?" Sam called out, laughing.  "Damn, she's
hot!" he said, spinning around to his friends who were already halfway out
the door.

   "Too bad that's as close as you're going to get to that," one of the
guys taunted him.

   "Oh yeah, we'll see.  I bet she's here for at least a week.  That gives
me time.  Double the bet, gentlemen.  I'll have her before the end of the
week."

   "Hey, rape doesn't count," one sad.

   "Neither does paying her," the other added.

   "I know," Sam said.  "Trust me, I'm going to fuck her and she's going to
ask for it."

   "Why her?  I mean, yeah, she's hot, but look at all the babes around
here.  There's pussy everywhere you look."

   "Yeah, and 95 percent of them are here with other guys.  Plus, you gotta
admit, she's about as hot as it gets.  Except there's something wrong with
her face.

   "Her face?  I think her face is perfect.  Besides, with a body like
that, who cares about her face?"

   "No, no, it's like there's something missing," Sam said.

   "I don't get it.  Something missing on her face?"

   "Yeah, my cum!" Sam laughed heartily at his own joke and they walked off
to the bar, a trio of very wealthy, over-aged frat boys who always got what
they wanted.

   Most of this conversation took place outside of the shop, so Cori didn't
hear it.  She thought she had seen Sam for the first and last time.  At
least that's what she hoped.  She tried on several swimsuits, picking out
two that she charged to the room.  She made a mental note to call Tony and
tell him that she'd pay him back for the extra room charges.

   She then went to the souvenir shop and bought a couple of tank tops, a
halter top, a tube top, a few pairs of shorts, some sunglasses and some
sandals.  At the market she picked up a toothbrush, hair brush, suntan
lotion, lipstick and some bottled water to keep in her room.  The only
thing she was really missing now was some underwear and maybe a nice dress
if she wanted to go out to the clubs some evening.  She could find all that
tomorrow.

   Fortunately, she saw no signs of Sam or his cohorts at either store, but
was quite happy to see Gerald as she came out of the market, her arms full
of bags.  "Need some help?" he asked.

   "Would you mind?"

   "Not at all, ma'am," he said, rushing over to her and taking all of the
bags.

   "You don't have to take them all," Cori laughed.

   "My pleasure, ma'am."

   "Well, thank you," Cori smiled.  "But please stop calling me ma'am.  I'm
Cori."

   "Nice to meet you, Cori," Gerald smiled.  "I'm sorry, but I don't have a
cart right now.  We can wait for one or we can walk."

   "Walking's fine," Cori said.  "But I insist on carrying something." She
took two of the smaller bags and they started down the smooth path which
gradually snaked up toward her room.

   "So, did you find everything you need?" Gerald asked.

   "Most of it.  I'll get the rest tomorrow.  I might need your help
finding some good shopping spots."

   "I knew you wanted to shop tomorrow, so I already have that on your
schedule for tomorrow along with a list of recommended stops.  I can have a
taxi waiting for you whenever you like."

   "You're amazing," Cori said, truly impressed.  "How long have you been
working here?"

   "10 years."

   "10?  You don't look old enough for that.  How old are you?"

   "20," Gerald said.

   "You started working here when you were 10?"

   "Yes," Gerald said.  "My mom worked here as a maid and I came with her
to help.  Then, I moved into the kitchen, then janitorial, then grounds
crew.  I've been in customer service for about a year now."

   "Well, you're great at it," Cori said.  "Why did you start working so
young?  What about school?  Does your mom still work here?"

   "No, my mother is sick and my older sister has a young baby," Gerald
said.  "I started working when I was 10 to help make extra money for our
family and there's always been a need, so I never went back to school."

   "I'm sorry," Cori said.

   "No, really, it's fine," Gerald said, smiling.  "They pay me well here
and I am treated well.  I have plenty of money to take care of my family.
We are not rich, but we're OK.  We're happy and I really like my job."

   "Good," Cori smiled.  She handed him a $20 bill after he put her bags on
the desk in her room.

   "No, that is too much," Gerald said.

   "I never tipped you earlier and you can consider this a pre-tip for when
you bring me my agenda this evening at dinner."

   "Well, thank you, Cori," Gerald said.  "It's a pleasure to have you
here. I hope you enjoy your stay."

   "If everyone's as sweet as you, I'm sure I will.  I'm going to change
clothes and relax a little bit, but I'll see you in about an hour."

   "I look forward to it," Gerald smiled and left the room.

   Cori flopped down on the bed, closed her eyes and listened to the sweet
sound of silence.  She thought about Gerald and how sweet he was.  She had
no physical attraction to him, but she had a good sense of character and
could tell that he was a genuinely nice guy.  She was glad she had met him.
He would be a pleasant person to talk to without having to worry about him
wanting to intrude on her overall desire for a quiet, peaceful vacation.

   After about 15 minutes of pure relaxation, she took a shower, then
dressed in a gold colored bikini.  It had small cups that covered about
half her breasts and a small triangle that covered her pussy mound.  The
rest consisted of string so thin it could be more aptly be described as
thread.  It connected the two bra cups and tied around her neck and her
back.  Below, the string tied at her hips and widened only slightly as it
plunged between her ass cheeks, which were both left bare.  It was a very
revealing bikini, but, contrary to her usual circumstances, Cori didn't
wear it to tease or please anyone.  She simply had become very accustomed
to skimpy clothing and found herself comfortable in it.  She was proud of
her body and was willing to show it off under the right circumstances. 
Finally, she had a killer tan with minimal tan lines to speak of - bikinis
like the ones she had purchased would allow her to maintain that look. 
Besides, Cori had seen plenty of women already walking around in thongs and
similarly revealing outfits.  Hers would hardly stand out as any sexier
than the rest.

   She pulled on a pair of white cotton athletic shorts, the kind with the
notch cut out on the outside of the thigh, but wore nothing else over her
bikini top.  She put on her new sandals, which were tan, open-toed with a
short heel on them.  She put on fresh lipstick and put her hair in a pony
tail that would be easier to keep from getting wet if she decided to take a
dip in the pool after dinner.

   She walked down the gentle incline to the main part of the resort,
enjoying the manicured lawns, beautiful flowers and trees and the great
view of the ocean.  What a magnificent place to be!  Her smile quickly
wiped away, however, as she approached the restaurant.  It was an open-air
dining area under a roof but no walls.  It was located in the space between
the pool and the beach, the tables adorned by candles, soft music piping
through the overhead speakers.  It was a lovely setting, marred only by the
three men Cori had encountered earlier.  They were sitting at the bar,
hitting on every woman that walked by and berating the bartender for
anything they could think of.  What jerks, she thought.  Seeing how they
treated everyone else made her feel better only in that she assumed they
hadn't singled her out and thus, wouldn't be any more apt to disrupt her
meal than anyone else's.

   She seated herself at a table off to the side and out of their direct
line of sight.  A waitress promptly brought her a drink and menu and Cori
asked her to please let Gerald know she was there whenever he had time to
talk to her.  She had just ordered a shrimp salad when she heard the
commotion.  It was coming from the bar and, no surprise, the three jerks
were in the middle of it.  The surprise was that poor Gerald was the most
recent target of their abuse.

   He was picking himself up off the floor and Cori quickly surmised that
he had collided with one of the men - not Sam, but one of the others.  He
was one of those guys who you couldn't tell how old he was because he had
completely white hair, but the face of a much younger man.  Because of the
age of the other two guys, Cori had guessed him to be in his mid 40s to
early 50s, but who knew?  Apparently, his name was Miles Crawford - or
Crawford Miles - because the other guys were referring to him either as
"Miles" or "Crawford" with comments like, "are you going to take that from
him, Miles?" and "I don't think he knows who you are, Crawford."

   Miles was righting his large, stocky frame after apparently stumbling
against a bar stool.  Cori hadn't seen the collision, but there was no
doubt in her mind that Miles, either drunk or acting stupid or both, had
crashed into Gerald - either intentionally or not - and knocked her new
friend over.  Now, Gerald was being berated by the angry trio, who had been
looking for trouble - either in the form of a fight or pussy - all day.

   "Watch where you're going, asshole!" Miles shouted, pointing his finger
at Gerald, who was already apologizing profusely and reaching out to help
Miles up.  Miles slapped his hand away and raised his fist as if to hit
Gerald, who quickly backpedaled, palms up.

   "He's scared of you," the man whose name Cori didn't know yet said.

   "He oughta be," Miles sneered.  "Watch out, you piece of shit, or I'll
make the right side of your face look as bad as the left." He was referring
to Gerald's scar, a particularly mean and hurtful comment that enraged
Cori. Gerald, on the other hand, showed great restraint and retreated,
assuring the men that their drinks for the evening were on the house.  Cori
knew full well that he, Gerald, would most likely have to cover the cost of
those drinks - which would probably be more than his pay for the day.  Her
heart ached for him while her guts seethed with anger toward the men at the
bar.  How could people be so cruel?

   Gerald made his way toward her, quickly shaking off the encounter and
putting a smile on his face.  Cori realized that would be short-lived. 
Miles, Sam and the other guy were all watching Gerald - and had spotted
Cori.  Now they were both in the cross-hairs.

   "Are you OK?" Cori asked as Gerald greeted her and sat down at her
table. "Those guys are jerks."

   "I'm fine," Gerald assured her with a dismissive wave of his hand.  "I
deal with those types all the time."

   "Well, they don't have a right to treat people like that."

   "They have enough money, no one stops them," Gerald said.  "Those three
come here all the time.  Always causing trouble - nothing serious, just
being rude and loud.  And we get complaints about them harassing women."

   "Been there," Cori nodded.

   "Already?" Gerald said.  "I'm so sorry."

   "No problem, I deal with those types all the time, too," she grinned,
using his words.  "So, what do you have for me?"

   Gerald handed her a packet of papers, the top one of which was a
detailed itinerary for things she might want to do each day during her
stay.

   "Now, you're on vacation, so do what you want," Gerald said.  "These are
just suggestions.  If there's anything you want to do, just let me know and
I can make the arrangements for you - tickets, reservations, transportation
and so forth."

   "You're the best!" Cori said.  "I think I want to sleep in tomorrow. 
Can I have a taxi around 10 to take me into town to go shopping?"

   "You got it.  I'll let you enjoy your dinner now," Gerald said, starting
to stand up.

   "No, stay," Cori said, nodding behind him to the three men now
approaching.

   "Hey, Sam, he's putting the moves on your girl," Miles said, walking up
behind Gerald and pulling up a chair next to Cori's table.

   "Back off, bud, this babe's already spoken for," Sam said, also sitting
down.

   "I'm not your girl," Cori said.  "I thought I made that clear earlier."

   "Well, I've found that big-titted blondes like you generally don't know
what the hell you're talking about," Sam said coarsely, "so forgive me for
assuming that you meant the opposite of what you said.  You sure look like
you're ready for some male companionship to me." He nodded toward her
mostly bare tits.

   "She is," the third man said, also pulling up a chair.  He was the most
distinguished looking and quietest of the group so far.  He had short, dark
hair, barely longer than a military cut.  He had strong features, a dark
tan and grey eyes that sparkled behind a pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses. 
"She's just not looking for companionship from you, my friend.  Looks like
she prefers our friend Gerry instead."

   "Him?" Sam chortled.  "Over me?  That'll be the day, Jonesy."

   "Look, will you just please leave me alone," Cori asked as politely and
sternly as she could.  "I'm sure you're all very nice, but I came here to
get away and relax, so please let me do that."

   "Sex is very relaxing," Miles said matter-of-factly.  "What do you say?
A nice massage, maybe a little wine, a little 69?  It's OK, sweets.  No
one's going to tell your daddy or your boyfriend or whoever.  It's just you
and me and fucking the way it ought to be."

   "I believe the lady asked you gentlemen to leave," Gerald said, standing
up.  "My job is to make sure everyone is happy here and I think you're
making her unhappy, so I respectfully ask that you please respect her
privacy."

   "And I ask that you mind your own fucking business," Sam said.

   Cori sensed that things were going to get worse before they got better.
She had visions of Gerald getting beat up and who knows what happening to
her.  She was so angry she was ready to attack.  But, thinking quickly, she
did the best she could to get them out of immediate trouble.

   "Look, guys," she said, standing up quickly, her breasts jiggling, "the
truth is that Gerald and I are actually together.  I didn't say anything
before because he's working right now and it's important for him to remain
professional in his service to the clients.  But you left me no choice.  I
am already spoken for, so please, leave us alone."

   "Told ya!" the man Sam had called Jones said.

   "I don't buy it," Sam said.

   "Me either," Miles agreed.  "Prove it.  Kiss him."

   Knowing that any hesitation would fuel the fire, Cori wasted no time
leaning over and kissing Gerald square on the mouth.  It was a slow,
sensual kiss, her tongue teasing his.

   "Sure doesn't look like the first time that's happened," Jones said.

   Cori nuzzled his neck and nibbled on his ear, whispering "follow my
lead."

   "Satisfied?" Cori said, leaning back.  "I hope you are, because I'm not.
Come on honey," she took Gerald's hand and stood up.  "I think I'm going to
skip straight to dessert." She licked her lips seductively and planted
another kiss on his cheek, peeking to make sure they were watching.  "Grab
my ass," she whispered.  Gerald slid his hand down her back, running his
fingers over her firmly rounded ass cheeks.

   "Have a good evening, gentlemen," Cori cooed, "I know I will." She led
Gerald away, doing a slow, sexy walk, accentuating the sway of her ass
cheeks for them while Gerald kept her right cheek firmly in his grasp.

   "Well, hell," Sam grunted.  "I still don't buy it."

   "Admit it, you lost the bet," Miles said.  "He's going to bang that
bitch all night and you're going to have calluses on your hands - and
$1,000 less in your pocket.  Pay up."

   "Not yet," Sam said.  "Not until this trip is over."

   As they made their way back up the hill, Gerald began apologizing and
started to remove his hand from her ass.

   "Not yet," Cori said.  "They might be watching or even following.  And
don't apologize.  It's their fault, not yours.  They were on me this
afternoon already.  You had nothing to do with it.  In fact, you probably
saved me.  Thank you so much for standing up for me."

   "Thank you for getting me out of their without a fight," Gerald laughed.
"I'll call and have your food brought to your room.  It's probably best if
you stay away from there for tonight."

   "Oh, I will.  I'm staying in for the night.  Tomorrow will be a new day.
I think they'll leave us alone now.  Guys like that aren't used to being
rejected, so the last thing they want to do is come back for more.  If
they're as rich as you say, they'll find plenty of women willing to hop in
bed with them."

   "I hope so," Gerald said.  "But if they cause you more problems, let me
know."

   When they got to her room, she gave him a peck on the cheek and said
good night, looking around to make sure no one was watching.  Seeing no
one, she went inside and Gerald started back down the hill.  Neither ever
saw Sam and Miles hiding in the bushes.

   ***

   The next day started as planned.  Cori slept until 9, showered and
dressed in a tight light blue lycra halter top and matching tight, lycra
shorts with her low-heeled sandals and hair once again in a ponytail.  She
made her way down the hill, grabbing a banana and a muffin from the
breakfast bar and waving hello to Gerald, who was helping another guest but
indicated that her cab was waiting for her, pointing to the front lobby of
the hotel.

   Cori nodded and found her cab, asking the driver to take her to one of
the shopping areas Gerald had indicated.  She then focused on the other
papers that Gerald had given her, eating her breakfast and lost in thought
as she planned out her day.  She didn't notice the cabbie checking her out
in his mirror, admiring the way her nipples poked out against the halter
top, pushing earnestly against the skin-tight fabric.

   He dropped her off a few minutes later and lingered a few minutes,
enjoying the sway of her tight ass as she walked away.

   Cori spent almost the whole day shopping, buying some thong panties and
a couple of nice dresses.  She hadn't planned to buy much else, but the
prices were so cheap that she also picked up a pair of heels and a couple
more swimsuits and shorts.  Her money was going a long way here, thank
goodness.

   When she got back to the hotel, she was disappointed that another man -
Thomas -- was there to help her with her bags.  She knew Gerald had other
people to take care of besides her, but she wanted to talk to him about
yesterday and make sure he was OK.

   "Mr.  Rudin wants to see you as soon as you're ready ma'am," Thomas said
abruptly as he drove her up to her room in one of the golf carts.

   "Who's Mr.  Rudin?" Cori asked.

   "He's the director of this resort, ma'am."

   "What does he want?"

   "I don't know, ma'am."

   Cori frowned, afraid this was bad news.  Had something happened to her
family back home?  Was there something wrong with her account?  She didn't
know, but her gut churned as her mind processed the possibilities.

   After Cori had unloaded her bags and freshened up, Thomas drove her back
down the hill to the main office.  It was early evening now, still very
warm, but pleasant.

   She walked into the office and a receptionist escorted her into a large
office that was surrounded by windows on three sides, offering gorgeous
views of the grounds, pool and beach.  A large wooden desk sat against the
far wall with two chairs in front of it.  A conference table filled up the
rest of the room.  Cori stood at the window, looking out at the beach,
unable to believe she had been here a full day already and had yet to dip
her toes in the ocean.

   "Hello, you must be Ms.  Banks," a deep voice said.  Cori turned to see
a large man with a round face and barrel chest entering the office.  He was
wearing a suit looked to be of Asian descent.  His friendly voice held no
hint of an accent.  He appeared to be in his mid 50s and in excellent
health despite his size.

   "Mr.  Rudin?" Cori asked, extending her hand.

   "Yes, pleasure to meet you, Ms.  Banks," he said.

   "Please, call me Cori.  You have a beautiful office."

   "Thank you," Rudin said, motioning her toward a chair while he sat down
behind his desk.

   "So, they said you wanted to see me?" Cori asked.

   "Yes," Rudin said.  "I understand there was a bit of an altercation
yesterday involving you, a few fellow guests and one of our staff."

   "Well, sort of," Cori said, not sure what he had heard.  She was more
than willing to file a complaint against those jerks if that's what he
wanted.

   "I've heard from Gerald and Misters Jones, Crawford and Clayton
already," Rudin said, "and I think I understand what happened.  I want you
to understand that I don't think any of this was your fault."

   "Thank you," Cori said.  "They were being very rude to Gerald.  And I
want to commend him on being very professional and really helping me out."

   "I understand," Rudin said.  "That's why it's going to be very hard for
me to fire Gerald."

   "Fire Gerald?  Why?  He didn't do anything wrong."

   "I agree," Rudin said.  "In fact, I'm very proud of him.  Despite what
you might assume about me, I'm actually a very fair and decent person.  I
care about my employees and support them whenever I can.  However, those
three men are extremely powerful.  And while I don't buy their version of
the story - that Gerald attacked them and you offered to have sex with them
for money - for one second, I have to take action.  They demanded that
Gerald be fired and Gerald admitted that he was involved in an altercation
with them.  They also said - and he admitted - that he touched you, uh, in
an inappropriate place."

   "Yes, but..."

   "You don't have to say it," Rudin said.  "I know.  But it doesn't change
the fact that my hands are tied.  I have no choice.  I just wanted to let
you know that you had nothing do with Gerald being fired, that these men
have assured me they will leave you alone and that your meals for the rest
of your stay will be complimentary as a token of our sincere apology to
you."

   "There has to be another option," Cori said.  She was on the verge of
tears.  "Gerald didn't do anything wrong.  I made him touch me.  I made him
protect me.  It's my fault, not his.  He needs this job.  He loves it.  He
told me.  Please, isn't there some way he can keep it?"

   "Look, I like Gerald as much as you.  But if I don't fire him, I'm gone.
Clayton's on our board, for crying out loud.  Those guys come here three,
four times a year.  I can't afford to tick them off.  If you have any
suggestions, I'm game, but if not, I'll do everything I can to help Gerald
land on his feet."

   "Wait," Cori said.  "I think I know a way." Damn, she thought to
herself. Not again.  But what choice did she have?  She couldn't let Gerald
pay for her problems.  Not when she knew what those guys really wanted. 
"They want me, Mr.  Rudin."

   "Look, Cori, you don't need to do this..."

   "Yes, I do.  Will you help me set up some boundaries with them?  Maybe
sign a contract or something?  I just want it written and signed somewhere
that Gerald won't lose his job.  If they sign that, I'll give them what
they want."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes.  Call them, please."

   Rudin sent Thomas to find the men while he and Cori set about drawing up
a list of boundaries.  "They're only here for three more days," Rudin said,
"so once they're gone, you'll still have a week to enjoy yourself.  I'll
see to it that you're upgraded to first class for everything, including
your flight home."

   Cori was impressed by Rudin.  While she wished he'd stand up to these
jerks, she admitted that she didn't know his situation.  Maybe he couldn't
afford to lose his job anymore than Gerald could.  Regardless, he was being
kind to both her and Gerald and she appreciated it.  He was the most
powerful ally she had, and she'd need all the help she could get.  Rudin
informed her that Sam Clayton owned a construction company, Miles Crawford
was the CEO of a major bank chain and Victor Jones owned a software
company. All three were millionaires who had gone to college together. 
Frat brothers, they had maintained their friendships - and healthy
competition - throughout the years, meeting up in St.  Thomas four times
per year for some manly rest and relaxation.  They were all married to
trophy wives, but made little effort to hide their frequent infidelities.

   "We don't like them much," Rudin said, "but as you might imagine, our
company does."

   "I understand," Cori said, realizing that she had misread them.  These
weren't the type of guys who backed away when they were rejected.  These
were the type of men who weren't rejected.  Now that she understood that,
she knew that the only way to deal with them was to give them what they
wanted.  They got off on power and control and being able to show off their
cars, houses, women, etc.  If she played along with that, she was confident
she could save Gerald's job without putting herself in too much danger.

   That's why she wanted to do the contracts and guidelines up front. 
These men dealt with contracts and rules and negotiations on a daily basis.
She hoped they would respect and abide by the rules if they were allowed to
negotiate them themselves.

   Half an hour later, the five of them were sitting around the conference
table.  Rudin started it off, "Gentlemen, I've explained the situation to
Ms.  Banks and she has a solution she would like to offer.  A compromise,
really.  I must say it is an extremely generous and selfless offer and I
trust that you gentlemen will treat her with the respect she deserves.  Ms.
Banks?"

   "OK," Cori said, taking a deep breath.  "We all know Gerald doesn't
deserve to be fired.  I know I embarrassed you yesterday and I apologize
for that.  I take full responsibility.  I'm willing to accept the
consequences if you'll drop the complaint against Gerald."

   "Interesting," Sam nodded, impressed by her approach.  She clearly
wasn't the dumb, big-titted blonde he had assumed her to be.  "What did you
have in mind?"

   "You mentioned that you would like to have dinner with me," Cori said
directly to Sam.  "I would be happy to accompany each of you to a dinner. I
understand you have three days left here, so one dinner with each of you?"

   Sam chuckled.  "There are no recorders on in here, are there?" he asked
Rudin, who shook his head no.  "Good, then let's skip the dinner and get to
what we're really talking about.  Are you willing to have sex with us in
order to keep Gerald's job?"

   "There are stipulations," Cori said sighed, "but the short answer is,
yes."

   "Well, that's a good start," Miles said.  "But what makes you think
you're in a position to set boundaries."

   "I'm not," Cori said, bowing to their power position.  "Ultimately, you
guys have the final say.  But out of respect for me, I'm asking for a few
things that I hope you will consider."

   "Shoot," Jones said.

   "First, you each get one day with me.  No multiple partners.  Just
one-on-one.  Second, no hitting or anything rough like that."

   "Agree so far," Sam said, noting that she hadn't ruled out bondage.  His
cohorts nodded.

   "Third, no anal and no swallowing," Cori had purposely put these
together, knowing they'd demand one or the other.  She was hoping for
swallowing.

   "Swallowing," Sam and Victor said in unison.  Miles said anal, but
deferred to the 2-to-1 vote.

   "We'll do no anal, but you have to swallow," Sam said.  Cori sighed and
bit her bottom lip, as if this was a potential deal breaker, then nodded
silently.  She hoped her little act let the guys think they had just one a
major victory against her.

   "Fourth, no public sex."

   "Whoa," Sam said.

   "Yeah," Miles chimed in.  Cori knew this would be a tough one.  These
guys would want to show her off.  Truth was, she was willing to be showed
off if they just wouldn't humiliate her by making her suck them off in
front of a crowd.  She hoped that would be their counter-offer.

   "How about this," Victor said.  "No public sex, but you wear what we
tell you to and do what we tell you.  You know, not sex, but maybe some
public nudity, flashing."

   Victory!  Cori thought, but she maintained her poker face, appearing to
mull this over as well.  "What about if I just wear what you want me to in
your room?"

   "Not good enough," Sam said.

   "OK," Cori said.  "I'll wear whatever you want ... in public too.  But
no sex."

   "Deal."

   "Fifth, you guys never bother Gerald again and he gets a $10,000 bonus -
from you three -- and you pay for his classes at trade school."

   "Hmm, now you're asking a little much, aren't you?" Sam said.  "I mean,
you're pretty, but you're saying you're a $3,000 a day hooker."

   "No, I'm not," Cori said.  "Frankly, I don't understand why you guys
don't just find someone else.  You're rich and attractive.  I'm sure you
can find plenty of women.  But, the truth is that Gerald and his family
need this and, regardless of what you think, he deserves it.  I know
$10,000 is nothing to you, but it's a new life for him.  I know I'm not
worth that much, but I'm asking you as a favor.  Write it off on your
taxes, put it in your philanthropic newsletters, nominate each other for
man of the year, I don't care.  Just do something nice.  I promise, if you
do, I will be as good for you as I can be."

   The three men exchanged glances, then Sam nodded.  "You got it.  $5,000
now and the other $5,000 after you deliver.  So you better be good."

   "All you have to do is sign this," Cori said.

   "I'm not signing anything about sex," Miles said.  "You'll just have to
take my word that I'll abide by these guidelines."

   "I do," Cori said.  "This contract is only about Gerald.  That you are
paying him a $10,000 bonus and up to $5,000 more for tuition at trade
school.  And you will guarantee his job, plus a 10 percent raise - for the
next 10 years.  There is no mention of me or sex anywhere in there.  It
simply states that you're rewarding him for his years of exemplary
service."

   Since Cori and Rudin had written it up in less than 30 minutes, it was a
very short, basic document and took little time for the men to read and
sign.  Rudin even wrote them a receipt for the $5,000 received and updated
statement showing they still owed $5,000 on their "pledge".

   "So," Cori said, "I guess we can start tomorrow morning.  Who's first?"

   "I'm sure we all want to be," Miles said.  "How do you want to decide
it? Rock, paper, scissors?"

   "No, let's do something fun," Sam said.  "We've signed the contract, the
least she can do is show us her tits.  We'll each write down on a piece of
paper how big we think they are and whoever guesses write - measurement and
cup size - wins."

   "Let's do it," Victor grinned, already staring at Cori's chest in
anticipation.

   Cori just shook her head and grinned.  She had to hand it to them, they
were creative.  She could have quibbled over the contract not taking effect
until tomorrow, but what was the point?  They were going to be seeing a lot
more than her tits soon enough.  She shrugged her shoulders and stood up.
"OK," she said, "I can tell you guys are going to be a handful these next
three days."

   She untied the halter top from around her neck and pulled it down below
her tits.  "No, those are going to be handful!" Victor exclaimed, his eyes
dancing as he studied her.  They were all impressed by the firmness of her
breasts, their perfect shape, the dark rubbery nipples poking out so
invitingly.

   "Hmm, I need to see them in action," Miles said.  "Jump up and down a
little bit, please."

   Cori shook her head and grinned, "If I give you an inch, you're going to
take a mile, aren't you?"

   "I'm going to give you a lot of inches!" Miles laughed.  Cori did too
and started hopping up and down, giving the men the tit show they wanted.
Her breasts jiggled at first, then started bouncing higher, in unison. 
"Side to side!" Miles said.  Cori stopped jumping and immediately started
shaking her chest from side to side, her breasts slapping happily against
each other.

   "Let's see how they fit in your hands," Victor said.  "Cup them for us.
Squeeze them together."

   Cori was used to taking direction like this and followed orders
perfectly.  She cupped and squeezed her breasts, tweaking the nipples for
them without waiting for the request she knew would come.  She wasn't
surprised either when they told her to lick her nipples, which she did,
slowly, one at a time.

   "OK," she said suddenly, smiling and pulling the top back up and tying
it around her neck, "show's over.  Time to make your guesses." She was
playing with them, teasing them the way she knew they wanted her to.

   "Oh, you get to say when the show's over?" Sam mocked.  "OK, well enjoy
that power today, babe, because for the next three days, we'll be making
all the decisions.  And that little show will be going on all night if I
want it to."

   "Of course," Cori smiled, "you're the boss.  Tomorrow.  Today, I still
get to say how much you get to see.  Now, if you want to see more tomorrow,
you better come up with a good guess."

   Cori wrote down her bra size - 36C - and gave it to Rudin.  The men all
wrote their guesses and initialed their papers, sliding them to Rudin, who
read the results.

   "Victor guessed 38D, Miles said 36D and Sam said 36C," Rudin announced.
"The correct size is 36C.  Sam, you win."

   Sam grinned, "Come to my room at 8 a.m.  wearing a bikini and heels,
please."

   "I'll see you then," Cori smiled at them and walked out of the room,
wondering how in the world it had come to this again.  She should have been
disappointed, nervous even.  But she wasn't.  She felt great that she had
done something to help someone else.  If ever she dared to think of her
beauty as a curse again, she'd try to remember this moment, this feeling.
Three days of T&A was a small price to pay for a man's dignity and future.

   "Pay up, bastards," Sam said, grinning as the men rose slowly, still a
little surprised at this unusual meeting.  They had watched longingly as
Cori walked away, each imagining what he was going to do that piece of ass.
Now they were smiling, knowing it was going to happen.  "I told you it was
just a matter of time."

   "You also told us you wouldn't have to pay for it," Victor chided.

   "I'm not paying her a cent," Sam said.  "Didn't you hear, our friend
Gerald gets every penny in appreciation for his hard work.  Legally, Cori
is my slut out of the goodness of her sweet little cunt.  Ah, I love a girl
who willing to put out for a good cause.  Gives me that warm fuzzy feeling
while I'm spraying my cum on her face, ya know."

   "Gentlemen, thank you for your time," Rudin interrupted, escorting them
to the door.  "Please, do treat her with some respect.  It took a lot of
courage for her to do this.  I know you want to have your fun and will do
so.  I know I have little control here, but I would consider it a personal
favor if you honored her guidelines."

   "Don't worry," Sam smiled, "If pussy is good to me, I'm good to it. 
We'll wear her out, but we won't hurt her." He was already planning his day
with Cori.  So much to do, so little time, he chuckled.