Chapter 3: A Chance to Relax

Celestia looked at her room, her home away from home, pleased with what she found. It wasn’t a luxurious room but she and Cadence agreed that staying in an amazing royal suite would attract the wrong kind of attention for a princess secretly looking to get laid. Still the room did have the one luxury that had been insisted on when booking her room. A king sized bed that would provide plenty of space for herself and future lovers. Eager to test it out she walked over and push down with her weight to find that it didn’t make a single squeak. It was perfect, hopefully its condition would out last the punishment it would receive once she brought some hot stud back for some fun.

She turned to the bellhop who brought in the last of her bags from the baggage cart outside. The young man was cute in an awkward kind of way, no more eighteen or nineteen. He was a skinny thing with a slight acne problem, but he had an adorable grin on his face the whole time he was helping Celestia with her luggage.

Her heart went out to him, getting the impression that he did not have much luck with the ladies. Her body tried to urge her start enjoying her holiday by helping out the young man. She considered flashing him with her generous bosom, a thought that lead to offering him a titfuck or blowjob or even taking his virginity. Once again she had to rein in her libido and stop herself from giving in to her sexual impulses.

While any of those favors would like be the highlight to the young man’s life, she would not enjoy anywhere nears as much as he would. And her priorities right now were for her wants and needs. Everyone else would have to take a backseat. Still, the bellhop did deserve a little treat for his troubles.

Pulling out a dollar, newly exchanged for her bits at the airport, she walked over the bellhop standing by the door. The boy continued to stare dreamily at her, unaware that his erection was clearly visible to the guest in front of him.

“Thank you for your help, I’m ever so grateful.” Celestia said offering him a tip. She could only smile as he failed notice the gratuity while gazing up at her face. Celestia slide the tip into his uniform pocket, then leaned forward slightly as she stepped towards him offering a view of her cleavage. The bellhop’s eyes widen as he took in the incredible sight then nervously stepped back as Celestia continued forward guiding him out the room and closing the door on him.

Celestia turned back to her room pleased with herself on how she had teased him. She walked over to her bag pondering how long he would be grinning over what happened, and how furiously he would be masturbating over the memory of her the first chance he got.

Checking the labels of her luggage found a large suitcase marked “Toiletries” and moved it over to her bed. Opening it she found all the essentials that she would need for her stay in this room, such as a toothbrush, toothpaste, her favorite shampoo, conditioner and bath beads. But just as important as her supplies for her daily hygiene, were the other necessities for her nights out. Just as promised the suitcase was nearly half filled with various boxes of condoms. Some were flavored, some had special warming lubrication and others still were studded and/or ribbed, for her pleasure. Each box labeled with sizes ranging from X-tra large to XXX-tra large ideal for Celestia intentions. She immediately opened several different boxes and remove two condoms from each to be added to her purse so she’d be ready for whoever she decided to be with.

Her bag also contained tubes of massage oils, personal lubrication, and several enemas to ensure her backdoor was ready to accept guests of its own over the next two weeks. She then put away everything she knew she’d need on a daily basis and stashed the bag with its remaining contains in the closet.

There were still plenty of bags to unpack, but excited to start her mission she decided to focus on what she need right now. Searching her bags again the grabbed the one labeled “Swimwear” and laid it by the bed. Opening this bag revealed that it was near to bursting with swimsuits of many different colors and styles. As she began removing them she quickly realized that Cadence had indeed organized her beach attire in order from the most modest to most scandalous. Choosing samples of each style as she unpacked, Celestia’s bed was soon adorned with a rainbow of swimsuits.

On one end, the most prudish bathing suit she’d seen in decades, with leg lines so low she was sure it would cover the top of her cutie mark. Other suits were decent enough with lower necklines and higher leg lines that would show off her cleavage and thighs. As well as backless suits so low she worried that it would reveal the crack of her ass. But as proud as she was of her beautiful backside that was not the parted that she wanted to showcase to the world.

On the opposite end of her bed were skimpiest most revealing bikinis she could have ever imagined. The very last one was nothing but strings including a pair of loops for her to thread her breast through. She might as well be naked if she were to wear that. She honestly couldn’t understand the point of wearing such a revealing outfit if it left you with absolutely nothing more to reveal. The other “microkinis”, as describe, did have material to cover her privates but only just as she held one top to her chest to see if her it was big enough to completely cover the areola of her nipples.

Looking toward the normal bikinis she couldn’t help looking at the strangest of all her swimwear. Having slight trouble arranging it on her bed the first description for it that came to her mind was “suspenders.” A long and narrow split strip of material that seemed to be designed to go from her crotch, over her nipples, loop over her shoulder and journey down to her butt. It wasn’t as revealing as the other microkinis but seemed more obscene, to her, as it was almost guaranteed to slip off her breast and expose her completely.

It’s was clear now, looking at them all that the bathing suit were too tame for her intentions but the micro bikinis were too extreme for her first day. Narrowing her choices to the normal bikinis still left her with many options with a fair range of exposure. She wanted to make a good impression, look hot, maybe even slutty, but not so easy that she was inviting everyone for a ride.

With a snap of her finger she realized a simple method to figure out what would be an appropriate start for her first day. Walking out to the balcony of her room Celestia took in the view of her new environment. She looked over to the nearby beach with people enjoying the sun and the sand. Then down below she watched the hotel guests enjoying the private swimming pools. Looking around she spied many handsome men, and plenty of attractive women walking around in pool wear. Couples seemed to dominate the scene but she caught sight of some tall beefcakes walking around, two in particular seem like perfect targets for her to lure into her bed. That idea died when one of those men stuck his tongue into the mouth of the other. It was a clear reminder that even with her looks not every man would be up for grabs.

Still the vantage point was perfect, from here she could see what her competition was wearing and gauge how most men reacted to their bikinis. Some were rather revealing, but nothing too ostentatious. Even some of the younger ladies didn’t go with anything too flashy. Oddly they wore some rather tame outfits considering the reputation of these islands. In fact, the girls looked almost too young to wear anything sexier that what they had. Looking around she realized some of the young men might actually be teenagers.

Celestia’s eyes widen as she gripped the balcony railing finally taking notice that there were even children running around the pool area. Children splashing around the kiddie pool, doing cannonballs in the big pool, excitingly dragging couples to and from the area.

“She didn’t!” Celestia exclaimed realizing where she was. She quickly returned inside and grabbed the prepaid phone Cadence had bought her for the trip. Checking the contact list she found Cadence’s name, but then turned to another name that might have a better chance of making contact with her niece. Scrolling back up, she selected “Alicorn One” and hit send.

Listen to the ringing tone Celestia waited taking deep breathes to calming herself down.

“Um, hello?” Cadenced answered the jet’s phone line, sounding a little groggy.”

“Oh hi Cadence.” Celestia responded with false cheer.

“Oh Auntie, I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”

“Well I just thought I’d let you know I checked in, the room’s nice, but then I realized something that I wanted to discuss with you.”

“If it’s about Canterlot don’t worry I was on the phone with Twilight a few minutes ago and things are going well. Her first day of day-court was a little bumpy but she got through if well enough. She and Kibitz seem to be keeping to the schedule and the nobles haven’t tried anything too mischievous.”

“That’s good to hear but I actually had something else I needed to ask. I was just wondering why you booked me into a FAMILY RESORT!!!”

“Oh, didn’t I mention that?” Cadence asked uneasily.

“No you seemed to have forgotten to tell me that. Why did you put me here, I’m supposed to be surrounded by horny single men eager to tap my ass as soon as I give them the green light. Why am I here with children?”

“Calm down just let me explain. I know your plan was to spend all your time either in bed or searching for someone to join you in it. But honest Auntie, you can’t be after sex 24/7, you need a place to rest and unwind without some degenerates breaking down you door.”

“Well yes, I suppose you’re right, even as horny as I get I can’t have sex all the time. I guess having a quiet room in a more wholesome hotel would be the easiest way to get some time to relax between lovers. While I wished you had warned me, I guess should thank you for keeping my safety and wellbeing in mind.”

“Thank you for understanding. Do you forgive me for not telling you?”

“Yeah, I guess it was just wishful thinking that I’d have already lured someone to my room for a quick fuck.”

“Really, you actually thought it would be that easy? Who would you have even seduced so quickly the bellhop?”

“Not this one,” Celestia sigh disappointed at the memory of the young man before fantasying of a much hotter replacement, “but if the bellhop had met my checklist I would have giving him a tip he’d never forget.”

“Auntie please, you don’t need to hit the ground running, why don’t you focus on enjoying your first day without any responsibilities. You can start your search tonight, fresh, relaxed and full of energy.”

“Okay, I suppose your advice is sound. I could use a little time to relax in the sun for a bit before I go clubbing. Sorry for being upset with you dear.”

“No it’s my fault for not telling you, so please forgive me and go enjoy some down time.”

“It’s alright dear I forgive you, and I’ll try to just kick back for now and enjoy the day. Good luck you, Twilight and my sister back in Canterlot.” Celestia then hung up the cell phone.

With a sigh she returned to her display of swimsuits. With the addition of children to the viewing public she immediately looked at the tamest of bikinis. It was nice enough and still eye-catching enough to earn the attention of men. Having decided the style she then picked up a white version of her chosen bikini and got changed. The top was large enough to completely cover her large boobs, save for a teasing view of her cleavage, while the bottoms did a decent job of covering her gorgeous butt.

“Well, guess I do have a few hours to kill,” Celestia grabbed a towel, a pair of sandals and headed out for the pool. “Maybe Cadence is right and taking a day to relax will be for the best.”

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‘This is the BEST!’ Celestia thought smiling as she pretended to nap on a lounge chair. The pleasant rays of the sun felt warm and soothing as her body glistened with a sheen of sweat. She was glad to have taken Cadence’s advice, taking time for herself to just lay back had made this one the best days off she’d ever had.

On top of just enjoying an afternoon in the sun, she enjoyed secretly watching people, specifically the people watching her. Every now and again she’d peeked out of one eye and often caught one of the various men lusting after her. Single men staring at her as they walked by, while married men trying to spy on her without their wives noticing. She even took guilty pleasure watching teenagers and pre-teen boys adjust their uncomfortable erections that she had been responsible for.

As exciting as watching the effect her body had on every straight man, and the occasional lesbian, was she was always hoping to spot her first playmate for the evening. There were plenty of handsome men walking around, most of them with a woman close by, but her hope for tall beefcakes was wavering when most of the taller men were skinny sticks or wide men whose bulk could not be attributed to their muscles.

The muscular men she did see were showing off around the pool in their tank tops, girls fawning over them hoping to be one share their bed with. She was fine letting the other girls claim these men as most just weren’t tall enough for her. Only two men showed up that were both massive in height and muscle mass, but one look at their tiny speedos, that both men were sporting, made it clear that they were lacking in the one muscle that meant the most to her.

The Hours past and the crowd cleared away until Celestia was all but alone. It was a shame as the thrill she got from their lustful stares gave her an anxious tingle between her legs much more pleasant than the frustrated feeling she’d been living with. Thankfully it hadn’t gone out of control and caused her horny pussy to soak through her panties like she normal would.

With no more men to observe she finally got out of her chair and stretched her muscles from her relaxing afternoon. Taking a moment to examine her perfectly unblemished skin, she sighed at the fact that she had not tanned in the slightest. Another side effect from her connection to the sun was that she was completely protected from its harmful rays. She may not have to ever worry about skin cancer, the tradeoff being that she’d never have beautiful bronze body no matter how long she basked in the sunlight.

She turned to the poolside bar, deciding that she needed to quench her thirst, after feigning her slumber for so long. Walking over to the bar she notice the two remaining people in the area, the bartender busying himself by wiping down the counter and a man just sitting down on one of the stools with a drink.

“Can I help you miss?” The bartender asked smiling at Celestia.

“I’d like a drink please, part of the all-inclusive package.”

“Of course, what would you like a mai tai, mojito, a margarita?” He offered.

“What would you recommend?”

“I think a piña colada is just what you want.” The bartender suggested.

“I very much doubt that,” said the man sitting next to Celestia. “Quit pushing your piña colada Isaac, nobody likes them.”

“You shut up my piña coladas are great!” Isaac then turned back to Celestia and gave her an even brighter smile. “Would you like to try out the best piña colada you’ll ever taste? One sip and you’ll love it, be sure to spread the word on what people are missing.”

“Don’t, he’s just tired of mixing the same drinks over and over again,” the man explained. “Try the strawberry daiquiris they’re really popular with all the lovely ladies. Or if you need a little more kick, I hear he make a really good Hurricane and it’s the strongest drink he’s got.”

“Really?” Celesta asked.

“Well unless you want straight glass of vodka, but I understand that it’s pretty weak as far as vodka goes, probably why it’s the only liquor the hotel’s allowed to sell straight. Want anything stronger than that and you’ll need to hit the bars and clubs.”

“I think all just go with the strawberry daiquiri for now” Celestia ordered.

“Right away miss.” Isaac said hiding his disappointment and began to prepare her drink.

As the bartender worked Celestia glanced over at the man upon the stool in a t-shirt and jean shorts. He was cute, not the most handsome man she’d see today but definitely cute with an athletic body. Unfortunately it was not a large body, having lean muscle instead of hulking biceps and thick calves. If that one strike against him wasn’t enough, even in his seated position it was obvious that he was a least several inches shorter than her.

“Here you are miss,” the bartender said presenting her drink.

“Thank you very much.” Celestia accepted her drink and took a sip. “Mmm, this is good. I can see why it’s so popular.”

Taking a seat and enjoying another sip she took another glace at the man next to her who had turned his attention to her. He eyes traveled up and down her body, inspecting her curves and lingering for a moment on her thighs. He was clearly interested in what he saw.

‘Well here it is, my first rejection of many,’ Celestia thought to herself. ‘Sorry buddy but I’ve set my standards and you just didn’t make the cut. But feel free to give me your best line, complement my eyes, suggest that I’m an angel, or do you have something cheesy to say about how we’re meant to be together?’

“You’re Equestrian aren’t you?” Celestia nearly slipped off her stool surprised at the question.

“Uh, yes, yes I am.” Celestia replied. “How’d you guess?”

“Well,” the man smirked, “aside from the fact that no one would spend so much time and effort dyeing that much hair so many particular colors, cause those aren’t standard out of box hair dye colors, your cutie mark was a dead giveaway.”

Celestia grabbed a lock of her hair and looked at its aurora colors, then down to the sun cutie mark on her left thigh. Thinking about it, it seemed obvious that she was Equestian, but she honestly expected people to assume it was just a dye job and tattoo.

“How do you know this isn’t a tattoo” She pointed to her thigh, “and that I didn’t put in the effort to color my hair like the aurora borealis? I could be a natural blonde for all you know.”

“Like I said, color hair dyes don’t come in those colors. Blues, greens, and pinks are typically very vibrant. Light subtle hues like yours are custom made and it’s too much effort for any sane person to bother with. And you cutie mark is just too clean to be a tattoo.”

“What do you mean too clean?” Celestia taking offense to what he might possibly be suggesting. “What kind of tattoo do you expect a woman like me to get, barbed wire and the grim reaper?”

“I don’t mean clean like not gross or obscene.” The man began to explain, “I meant that it looks too perfect. The colors for cutie marks are too vivid and bright, while tats are dulled because the ink is injected under the skin. Cutie marks look like decals placed one top of the skin. Even fresh tats look dull by comparison, not to mention blurry since the disinfectant tends to wash off the excess ink clinging to the skin’s surface.”

“I never realized the difference was so obvious.”

“Isaac, you knew this was a cutie mark right?” he indicated the mark on Celestia upper arm.

“I honest thought it was just a tattoo.” The bartender answered.

“What are you stupid?”

“Fuck you man, you’re the only guy I know that would have ever questioned whether it was a tattoo or cutie mark.”

“It’s just so obvious, how do you not see it?”

“Because it doesn’t matter to me, this kind of shit matters to you. This is why I keep telling to you apply for that opening in security so you can come back.”

“And I told you I’m not working under Simon. Beside I’m pretty sure Davidson’s not gonna hire me back after that incident with Maria.”

“Then become a cop or detective or something. You caught two criminals here while Simon was stuck scratching his head.”

“Excuse me,” Celestia spoke up surprise how quick the subject turned away from her. “Sorry to interrupt, it seems you two are good friends.”

“Well yeah, he used to work for me.” Isaac said.

“The poolside server does not work for the bartender, admittedly you outrank me but I was the new guy so that’s aside the point. You were not my boss.”

“Poolside server?” Celestia asked.

“Yeah, then Johnny here got fired so it’s his fault you had to walk up to the bar instead of someone bringing you a drink.” Isaac explained.

“I think we can assign the blame to whoever replaced me,” Johnny reasoned. “Or rather blame the guy that replaced the guy, who replaced the guy, who replaced the guy, who replaced me. Because this job’s kinda bullshit so there’s a lot of turnover.”

“You enjoyed it though.” Isaac implied.

“Chance to strike up conversations with hot girls in bikinis and develop my social skills, yeah it was a fun job.”

“So then, what happened?” Celestia asked curious about what happened. “How did you get fire? And did you really catch two criminals while working here as a server?”

“No the police did that, Isaac’s just exaggerating?

“Really, because I’m sure it wasn’t the police who figured out who was stealing from the guests or what was going on in the annex.”

“Since Davidson kept delaying the guests from getting the police involved, they really didn’t get much chance to properly investigate. I just did what Davidson was hoping Simon would eventually do.”

“So you really were responsible for discovering criminals here at the resort?” Celestia now interested in hearing the details. “What happened exactly, what kind of crimes and who were the culprits?”

“Calm down,” Johnny said, “before you start imagination anything big and elaborate, it was just a couple of maids doing stuff.”

“Were they partners in crime?”

“No they each had their own thing going on, one was just stealing from the guests. Her name was Carmen… uh, Carmen Sandiego?

“Santiago,” Isaac corrected.

“Oh yeah, I always got those two confused.” Johnny smiled.

“Oh yeah that make sense,” Isaac responded in a clearly irritated tone. “I mean they’re both criminals, except only one of them worked here while the other one is a fictional character.”

“Well for all we know Carmen Santiago is an alias so in a way they’re both fictional characters.” Johnny smiled at Isaac’s glare waiting for a retort.

“Jus- just tell her about Carmen.”

“Okay, well the thing about Carmen is…” Johnny turn to Celestia and sang, “she’s a sticky fingered fletcher from Berlin down to Belize…”

“Carmen the maid, not the cartoon character!” Isaac interrupted at Johnny who only widened his smile.

“Well you should have been more specific.” Johnny said not even trying to hide his mirth at Isaac’s reaction. Celestia, covered her mouth to suppress a giggle as Johnny teased his friend.

“Right, so here’s what happened…” Johnny then began to share the story starting with the fact that he moved to the Island and began working at the resort just over six month ago. Things were fine his first month working there, except of a number of items being reported missing and possible stolen. Simon, the head of hotel security, made no progress discovering who was responsible for the thefts. Johnny out of curiosity began to question the events, after seeing some of the guess sadly leave without discovering the fate of their lost possessions with only the slightest hope that the police would contact them with good news.

The only thing that stood out in Johnny’s own investigation was that a few of the items reported to be missing was discovered in the Lost & Found counter.

“Is that really so strange,” Celestia questioned, “Wouldn’t that mean they were just misplaced?”

“That’s what most people thought, but these were valuable items, the kind of items that most people would hesitate to turn in to the Lost & Found. Things like a gold watch, or diamond necklace. People find something like that and, you know, “finders keepers” and just pocket the item. But beyond the idea that someone turned these things in was, when I checked the Lost & Found log book and didn’t find any of the missing objects having been written down nor were they found in the proper storage bins.”

“Clerical error?” Celestia suggested.

“Maybe, but I didn’t by buy it. Here’s what I thought was going on…”

Johnny continued his story with the theory that the stolen items were being hidden in the Lost & Found. The recovered items were found hidden behind cheap items people might not bother looking for or otherwise often found in the clothing bins. A good place to hide since people would only sometimes check for articles like hats, jackets and shoes, but never came for clothes like swim trucks, shirts, or underwear. Because if anyone showed up looking for underwear found outside of their rooms, they’re practically confessing to having sex in a public area of the resort.

Hoping to find evidence, Johnny explained how he turned to his friend Robbie, a member of the security team, to check the surveillance recordings of the Lost and Found counter. It cost him a week’s worth of lunches and as he spent his lunch hour with Robbie fast forwarding though days’ worth of video. For all Johnny’s efforts he could not find clear proof of anyone hiding any of the reportedly stolen items or removing said items before the room was searched. Though as many such items were small Johnny had slowed the recordings down to more closely see if any staff members took more subtle and stealthy efforts to hid such items.

One thing that stood out was Carmen who turned in and logged more lost items than any other staff member. Often time when putting the items in storage placed them toward the back of the shelf or otherwise ducked behind the counter to reach the clothing bins below.

“Sometimes she even dropped the item or something else just to give an excuse for ducking down.” Johnny pointed out a detail in his story.

“So you already knew she was hiding stolen good while turning in actual lost items?” Celestia ask before taking a sip of her daiquiri only to find her glass empty. “Another one please.”

“You got it.” Isaac replied and prepared another strawberry daiquiri for her.

“Did I know, not by a long shot,” Johnny said answering Celestia. “What I had so far was circumstantial at best. I needed more before I could truly suspect anyone. But Carmen was a standout. I didn’t really suspect that it was really her until bit after I found a clue staring me in the face the whole time I was reviewing the surveillance.”

“What clue was that?” Celestia asked, receiving a fresh drink.

“Video length.”

Johnny continued, explaining that when checking the video files for the days that the stolen items were believed to have gone missing or stolen he noticed the length of each video file. Each file were all nearly twenty-four hours long save for a few seconds before the recorders started recording for the next day. A number of files, including the recordings for the Lost & Found, were missing five whole minutes on days after items were reported missing. The security had not bothered to check these recordings since they believed anything related to the thefts happed days prior.

When Johnny checked them it was obvious, the video skipped ahead showing people appearing and disappearing. Even the video displaying the Lost & Found was skipping on those days as at the same time as the other cameras. Johnny admitted to feeling fool as some of the surveillance he’d watched was among the tampered video and had fast forwarded past the skip. But still the new clue lead to a new discover, with Robbie’s help they learned that Walter had been on surveillance duty every time the skips occurred. With subtle questioning they later learned that Carmen was his girlfriend and she had visited him just before each skip.

“So this Walter was in on it?” Celestia guessed.

“No, not Walter, he was just an excuse to get into the surveillance room,” Johnny replied. “Carmen would visit him for a bit but would leave after she managed to pause several recorders.”

“Pause them?”

“Yeah, once paused she rushed over to the Lost and Found with her own key, stash the goods in her pockets or a laundry cart she hide in a blind spot, and just leave the build and move the stolen items in her car and leave. All within five minutes.”

“Five minutes, you mentioned that about the recordings,” Celestia recalled. “What about those five minutes had been so important?”

“The recorders can be started, stopped or paused, but when they are paused mid recording they continue recording after a five minute interval. Carmen knew she just had to rush through several blind cameras and then just walk innocently back in to another camera until she could find a blind spot to move the stolen items to her car and take them away.”

“Wait but that’s still circumstantial evidence isn’t it?” Celestia pointed out. “If Carmen knew the security cameras so well you didn’t have any proof of her stealing on camera did you.”

“No, but I had enough circumstantial evidence to warrant probable cause. After talking to Mr. Davidson…”

“Who is he again?” Celestia asked.

“Davidson, he’s the hotel manager. Anyway he agreed to get the police involved, and we shared what I found. They agreed to focus on her more closely and after she paid Walter another visit, they caught her in the act of several several expensive pieces of jewelry in her car. And later managed to find the fence she sold her stolen items to. He actually still had some of the most recently stolen items and that case was closed.”

“That was rather impressive Johnny,” Celestia complimented. “But what about the other crime, and how could they fire you after catching Carmen?

“Oh, will Maria was another maid working here, she was also prostitute.”

“Oh really, so even with this island’s reputation prostitution is illegal?” Celestia inquired.

“On the main islands, yes it is. Some of the smaller islands have brothels or bordellos but it’s fine there. The messed up thing though was that her customers were hotel guest, single men, women, married men, couples even some of the college age kids here with their parents. And she was doing it all over there in the annex suites.”

Johnny pointed over to a building next to the main hotel. Johnny explained that it was secondary set of rooms added to the hotel twenty years ago. Earlier in the year it was closed down for remodeling. Maria had seduced the foreman of the construction crew and convinced him to let her use the presidential suite for her business. In exchange for their silence many of the workers had fun with her while she spent the rest of her time finding johns to solicit and brought them to her room.

The remodeling went on for months as did Maria’s work until the Johnny spotted her with a married guest heading up the building. Johnny, aside from serving drinks at the pool was the unofficial tech guy and helped with any computer problems they had hoping to save on not calling expensive professionals to deal with every problem. Johnny traced the problem they were having to a glitch in the server room in the annex. After dealing with the computer problem Johnny spotted Maria bid farewell to the now dishevel looking guest with a smile on his face. She was immediately solicited for sex by one of the remodelers, whom she begrudgingly accepted before leading him into the elevator to the top floor.

After confirming where they went and overhearing the loud love making from the suite, Johnny reported the occurrence to Mr. Davidson. Davidson insisted on discretion but Johnny instead waited for the next time Maria “entertained” a guest and called the police.

“So Maria got arrested on the spot?” Celestia concluded.

“Yep, I was a little surprised too. I thought she might play it off as just an affair or fling but the police found that she’d turned the suite into her own private love den with numerous outfits and sex toys for her customers. The remodelers were charged with aiding and abetting her crime and the whole thing just turned into an embarrassment for the hotel so Davidson fired me.”

“That’s not fair,” Celestia proclaimed. “You were just doing your civic duty.”

“Yeah but that’s neither here nor there. Doesn’t bother me much, no matter how hard Davidson and Simon try, they can’t keep me out.”

“Keep you out, are you not allowed here?”

“Well no, especially not here-here, the pool area is staff and guests only,” Johnny admitted. “But what, I’m not gonna hang out with my friend? Speaking of which, where the hell’s Frankie?”

“Wait you’ve been waiting for Frank?” Isaac asked.

“Yeah, it’s cool hanging out with you man but I was supposed to meet Frank here.”

“Good luck with that, Frank got here before you,” Isaac explained. “Then he got thrown out after doing cannonballs.”

“That idiot, is the word subtlety lost on him? He not allowed here either, we’re supposed to blend in while you guys turn a blind eye.”

“Hey I told him and if I’d known you were looking for him I’d have told you about it. By the way,” Isaac handed Johnny a cell phone, “Frank left this here. You mind returning it for me?”

“Guess calling Frank now would be pointless huh?” John joked and took the cell, “Sure I’ll give back soon as I find him. By the way you mind?”

“Sure,” Isaac grabbed Johnny’s scotch glass added a cube of ice and pulled out an open soda bottle to refill it. “I don’t get why you insist on pretending to drink scotch when I could give you actual vodka.”

“It amuses me,” Johnny smiled, “you know I don’t drink and yet I spend a surprising amount of time at bars and such because of you guys.”

“It just feels like you’re mocking everyone who actually drinks scotch.”

“Cause I am, what part of “it amuses me” did you not understand,” Johnny smirked, picking up his drink and turning to Celestia. “So my plans are shot, what about yours?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you wasted your time listening to me ramble about how I’m nosy and got myself fired for it,” Johnny jested. “What do you got planned for today, uh… Sorry I didn’t get your name.

“Oh I’m…” Celestia hesitated as she held out her hand to introduce herself, “Tia. My friends call me Tia.”

“Tia huh,” Johnny said accepting her hand as he look upon her face. He’s eyes widened for a moment in recognition then just smiled pleasantly to her. “Tia, yeah that’s a nice name. I’m Johnny, it’s good to meet you. So what brings to the islands?”

“Oh I’m just on vacation, taking some time to relax and maybe…,” Celestia blush realizing she’d was about to tell her new acquaintance her plans for sex. “Maybe explore these exotic islands for new experience and…”

“Are you here to get laid?” Johnny interrupted bluntly.

Celestia sat frozen at how easily he’d seen right through her. Her blush deepening she smiled nervously and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Well, good luck with that, though why you,” Johnny gestured to Tia’s whole body, “need to come out to this island for sex is a mystery. What happened, break up with your boyfriend or something?”

“No, nothing like that, I’ve just been incredibly busy and haven’t been with anyone in a while.” Tia confessing her intentions, “I’ve just decide I go off and have a little fun with someone.”

“Still though… well never mind you just be careful. Plenty of nice guys out there, but a whole lot of assholes too so watch yourself.”

“Thank you for your concern. Actually could I ask you something?”

“If it’s not to be your boyfriend I’m going to be disappointed.” Johnny chuckled at the idea, “but seriously go on.”

“Is there any place you could recommend where I can meet someone? Preferably someone tall and muscular, you know a real beefcake.”

“Did she just say beefcake?” Johnny asked Isaac trying not to laugh, receiving a nod and smile from the bartender suppressing a chuckle.

“Oh come on, I’m being serious, tell me where I can find hot guys around here?” Celestia asked annoyed at their reactions.

“You know I should be offended, we both should…” Johnny indicated Isaac and himself, “but fuck it I’ll help you out. If you’re looking for some tall hot dude, here’s all you need to do.”

“Okay?” Celestia said giving him her complete attention.

“Okay, head into the hotel, then walk out the front door, okay?”

“Leave the hotel then what?”

“Then pick up a rock, throw it, one-in-ten chance you’ll hit the kind of guy you’re looking for,” Johnny smirked at the instructions he’d just given.

“Really?” Celestia scowled, “I’m being serious, I thought you were actually offering to help.”

“Okay, I might be exaggerating a little but seriously there are plenty of tall guys on the island, but you’re not gonna find them here in the resort. Trust me, go explore the beach and the town and you’ll find guys way taller than you. Then it just how much muscle you’re looking for, a lean runner/swimmer type, a buff action movie star, or a roided out Mr. Universe body builder freak.”

“Seriously, they’re just that easy to find?” Celestia perked up. “That’s great to hear, but what bars or nightclubs would you boys recommend? My niece told me about a place called The Paradise Clubs, is that a good place to start?”

“Oh The Paradise Clubs is a wonderful place to relax with a good drink, cut loose on the dance floor and meet the most amazing and interesting people.” Isaac stated in clearly rehearsed almost robotic tone. Johnny looked at him shaking his head in disappointment.

“Yeah he has to that, because the hotel promotes The Paradise Club but trust me it’s not for you,” Johnny explained. “I mean it’s nice, pleasant music, clean restrooms but it’s mostly for couples from this resort. You’re looking for a place to hookup with people right?”

“Definitely, find a nice handsome stud to take back to my room for some fun.”

“The Spot?” Johnny said looking to Isaac.

“The Spot,” Isaac acknowledged.

“The Spot?” Celestia asked unsure of their meaning.

“It a club down the road, we hang their sometimes with our friends,” Johnny clarified. “You’ll find plenty of hot babes and guys, including tall ones, having some drinks and looking for some action. But if you’re really looking to get laid you might want to try Pandora’s Box, you definitely hot enough to get in.”

“Don’t start, we’ve already apologized for accidently ditching you,” Isaac said defensively. “I honest thought you were right behind us.”

“Whatever,” Johnny dismissed, “you might find some competition there but basically everyone’s primed to fuck somebody. I hear as long as you’re not obvious, like fucking on the tables or something, you can get away with hand jobs or getting head right there in the lounge.”

“Definitely someplace I want to check out, but first I think I’ll give The Spot a chance. Any advice you could offer about the guys there?”

“Just don’t piss off Jimmy, the club owner, or he’ll ban you and put your picture on his Wall of Shame.”

“Excuse me?” Celestia questioned.

“There’s a hall leading from the front door to the actual club, and the wall is just plastered with pictures of people fucking up that Jimmy will not forgive. That guy can hold a fuckin’ grudge when he wants to. Just behave and you’ll be fine.”

“Well thank you for saving me from wasting a night at the Paradise Club. Maybe I’ll see you at The Spot, bye.”

With that, Celestia finished her drink and left, swaying her hips as her way of showing gratitude for their company and help. It was now late in the afternoon, but Celestia knew she still had a bit of daylight left. She decided to change into some casual clothing for an early dinner and go exploring before she got ready for her night out.

Author's Note

So, sorry for not updating last week. I thought I was close to finishing but I had to go on a little trip and could finish it up. Coming back I kind of lagged on finishing so yet, here it is not.

Hope you liked this update. And in case you're wondering, Johnny's stories were originally longer and depicted through dialogue, but I decided to just summarize them and broke the main parts of it with dialogue so the exposition wouldn't go on and on.

So, next time we go clubbing. Never been clubbing before in real life so bear with me people.