Chapter 1 #2
“Most thoroughly. If I can explode in orgasm in front of a crowd of horny strangers, I can do this just fine.” She went back to taking inventory of what the resort had given her behind the bar.
“She makes it into an art form. That’s what we do when we perform and cam.
Act out people’s fantasies. That’s how I met my other boss up on the mainland.
I also work as a hostess at a place called Le Salon.
It’s non-sexual, but practically sex work in a way.
I have to act available to get them to spend more money. ”
“I’ve heard of that place! I think we are from around the same area.”
“How about that? Well, my boss does recruit close to home. Play here well, and you might be a shoo-in for an interview the next time the Chateau has an opening. Or you could get a job as a Lady at Large in The Dark Hour. That’s where her business partner takes care of things.”
“I’ve been to The Dark Hour! That’s how I got this gig!”
“Really?”
Eden nodded. “My BFF from college worked her way up in the hosting industry. She’s always wanted to work at Le Salon, actually. But right now, she’s full-time at The Dark Hour. She’s brought me as her plus one on days off so I could get a feel for it. That’s where I was scouted by Mrs. Monroe.”
Blair couldn’t help but shake her head. “Let me guess – she saw something in you.”
“Yup.” Eden drank more of her iced tea. Gotta stay hydrated. Well, maybe not too hydrated. What if she had the perfect opportunity to meet her quota while tinkling in the little girl’s room? “Anyway, since you’ve been here a few seasons… got any tips for me?”
Blair hesitated as she remained kneeling before a stash of top-shelf rum. “Any tips I have for you would be on the psychological front. There’s a reason you’re the only chatty one around here. Everyone else is girding their loins, so to speak. It’s a fast but long weekend.”
“I figured. I didn’t think I’d make any friends here since that’s not the point, but…”
“Twenty-five women for twenty guys. Hmph. It makes people cutthroat.”
“So, I should be focused on making my quota…”
“Better to get it out of the way quickly. The supervisors are equally cutthroat here. The first plane off the island is early tomorrow morning. There’s always at least three former Butterflies on there because they either couldn’t hack it or couldn’t meet quota.”
“They explained it like ‘Butterflies are meant to adorn the space, but they’re also meant to be adored.’ At least they have a broad use of the word quota.”
“Trust me, Eden…” Blair grinned at using her real name. “You just have to exist in the space, and I guarantee guests will be slobbering over you. Maybe even fighting over you.”
“Really?”
Blair glanced at Eden over her shoulder. “You’re hot as hell and outgoing. Even if you just sit in the corner, at least one guest will want to rub himself all over you.”
There Eden went, blushing again. Was that a bad thing? Was that a sign that she was still too “pure” for this experience, even though she was far from a virgin or new to the kinkier side of life? “You’re right. I’m pretty extroverted. And, well, it means a lot if you think I’m hot.”
“That so?”
“Hell, yes. A gay girl who thinks I’m smoking hot? That’s worth the ego boost!”
“That’s the spirit. Girl, you’ve got some seriously delicious curves. Work ‘em while you’re here. Curvy, outgoing girls get all the bonuses?”
“Really?”
Blair didn’t have a chance to respond yet due to another Butterfly clad in white making her way up the path.
She didn’t bother to sit, but she did remove her sunglasses when she was in the shade of the tiki hut.
Right away, Eden noticed a stark difference in appearance between herself and this other woman who walked with such confidence that the water rippled beneath her well-earned hubris.
She has a great surgeon… Eden had seen terrible work in the club scene, but this woman didn’t overdo the Botox and had breasts with natural heft – despite the obvious fact that they were implants.
“Blair,” a husky voice greeted.
“Let me guess…” Blair played the game with her while pulling out a chilled can of diet soda, as if she already knew this woman’s request. “You’re still going by Monarch?”
“While I’m here, yes.”
“How many times have you been here, now?”
“This is my sixth season. Thanks for asking.”
She glanced at Eden, who couldn’t help but behold her with reverent awe. That’s like… half a million dollars before bonuses. In a year and a half. Was her pussy made of gold?
“You’re new,” Monarch observed. “I know all the returnees.”
“This is Brim,” Blair introduced. “She’s looking for tips and insight to have a successful weekend.”
“Is she? Good idea.” Monarch accepted a skinny glass of diet soda and ice.
“Well, honey, since we’re all now waiting around for the first guy to break our quota…
” She grinned, ruthless. “Go all out. Get as much dick as you can. Those bonuses add up, and the more glowing reviews you get from guests, the more likely you are to get invited back. And the best assignments.”
“But they said that they rotate our assignments so we all get a chance at money.”
“That’s what they say, hon, but come on. Everything here is super calculated.” She looked over her shoulder. “Looks like we’ve got our first few bucks. You should get to your lounge chair soon… Brim.”
She readorned her sunglasses before heading out. Eden’s hand remained wrapped around her cold glass of iced tea.
“Wow, she actually gave you advice,” Blair said, breaking the silence. “She must see potential in you.”
“Really?”
“Monarch is… a legend around here. By the way…” Blair tucked her hair behind her ear as she asked, “How much are bonuses this season?”
“A thousand, I think.”
“Each?”
“Mmhmm.”
That was the slyest grin Eden had yet to see at La Mariposa. “Get paid, girl.”
Eden couldn’t help but match the intensity of that smile. “To get laid.”
She returned to her lounge chair, thinking of what both Blair and Monarch – who was already flirting with a guest who had shown up to the pool in his swim trunks and towel – said.
Do they really think I’m something around here?
Eden could hardly believe it. She knew she was young and had taken good care of her skin, so she had yet to get hit hard by the cellulite stick…
and she had large breasts… and hips that were trendy in the photoshoots adorning every social media post… but she wasn’t anything special, right?
The whole reason Eden was here was to make money, yes, but she also knew that time was ticking before she was already considered old news by society.
Twenty-five was the cutoff for first-timers to the industry at La Mariposa.
A lot of the other fresh meat was twenty-one or two, billed as co-eds on spring break.
Well, Eden’s college days were already behind her.
That degree was getting her nowhere, and she was barely scraping by a living in an New England studio apartment as she chased job leads.
A hundred grand to hook up with anyone who wanted her over a weekend…
the practical side of her couldn’t say no to that.
That was money to pay off her debts and living expenses for a few months while she either went to coding boot camp or started her online business doing…
God knew what. I’ve got the body to do this now.
So, I should do it. It really was that simple.
Especially for a woman not shy about sex.
Not that she had many opportunities in her life so far.
A few boyfriends that sometimes didn’t even get that far.
A couple of sugar daddies made the idea of doing sex work like this palpable.
But Eden knew. She was expendable. She was nothing terribly special.
Men found her hot for a few dates before finding another hottie elsewhere.
Even her first sugar daddy broke up with her because he wanted someone younger.
Everything, especially Eden’s shelf life to make money off her youth and singledom, had an expiration date.
She had always treated this idea with a passive logic. She had made peace with it. It was just how things were.
But if she was not forgettable… if she could get something out of this besides money…
Honestly, the other part of Eden – the naughty, eager, and imaginative part – was here for the thrill.
Any man could have her at any time. That was what La Mariposa offered paying guests.
Any woman in white. You can have a Butterfly do whatever you want at a moment’s notice.
Orientation had been blunt about it, with examples.
While everyone kept their cool, Eden had to fight back the biggest shit-eating grin that had ever threatened to give her away.
So. Hot.
She leaned back in her lounge chair, sunglasses down, and one leg kicked off to the side. She hiked her cover-up toward her thighs. The implication was clear: Eden Hailstone was open for business.
Her whole body tingled at the thought.