“Your luggage will be in your rooms. I thought I might take you on a tour first. Is that okay?” Nate asks. It’s his island, we will follow his lead. The staff hand out headphones for us to put on so we can listen to Nate’s tour of paradise. Would be better if he took off his shirt, I’ll make sure to write that down in the suggestion box. “We’re now in the private area not accessible by guests. My villa is over to the right, and your villas will be on the left. They all have direct access to the beach, but don’t worry, they are all far enough away that you won’t see your friends skinny dipping in the ocean unless you want to, that is.”
Nate points out the gate that takes us into the guest area, where the golf carts drive along the dirt paths. The sounds of the rainforest are all you can hear with exotic birds calling to theirmates. It looks like any other luxury resort—you would have no idea it’s a sex resort.
We continue the path past the luxury rainforest villas until we get to an area that’s more open. Nate points out that this is where the open showers are for people who want to get cleaned up from the beach. We look up at the glass cubes, and we spot our first encounter. A man has a woman pressed up against the glass and is fucking her. Oh wow. People really are just fucking anywhere. Hell yeah! Nate points out a waterfall with a hidden grotto you can visit, where there are pools and people sunbathing nude—clothing is optional everywhere except the restaurants and bars, where clothing must be worn.
Who wants to see hairy balls at dinner?
It’s basically like any other luxury resort, except there are a lot of naked people around. Nate tells us that room service is available twenty-four hours, and they cater not just for food and drink, but you can order pretty much any sexual desire you require. He points out areas dedicated to kinks and fetishes as well. Maybe I might spice things up and try some new kinks. It looks like the place to try new things carefully.
“So, what did you think?” Nate asks as we get out of the golf carts.
“I’m going to have the best time ever.” My dick is already twitching to get sucked.
“We have dinner planned for tonight at Nate’s villa for around eight-thirty. Until then, your time is your own. Oh, and each one of your villas has its own dedicated butler,” Camryn adds.
“What you do with that butler is up to you.” Nate smirks.
Kinky butlers say no more, I am out of here.
“Welcome to paradise, Mr. Jones.” This gorgeous, olive-skinned man greets me at my villa. “I’m your butler, Ernesto, and I am here to deliver whatever you desire during your stay.”
Wait, does that mean he’s on the menu? I look him up and down, I wouldn’t mind sampling that package, but how does this work? It’s different from the clubs that I’ve been to before, so I don’t quite know what I’m supposed to be doing.
“Your luggage has arrived and has been placed in your room. Would you like me to give you the tour?” He smiles and indicates to my front door.
“Sure,” I say, following him into my villa.
“You have a beachfront villa with a private pool,” he explains. A private pool, hell yeah, as he walks me through the gorgeous room. There is a four-poster bed in the middle of the room so that you can see the ocean from your bed. There is a small kitchenette/bar area, a living room, a bathroom, and a walk-in robe. But it’s the turquoise water of the ocean and the white of the sand that bleeds into azure water, meeting the horizon, that takes my breath away. Palm trees are scattered all around enclosing the villa, making it feel private, yet you are still open. It’s stunning.
“When outside, there is a light that you can turn on and change colors to let people know if you are interested in guests joining you, or you are open to being watched, or do not disturb.” I take a mental note of that for future play, before walking back inside with him. “Here is your tablet where you can order anything you would like, from food to toys to morning glory wake-up calls.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s a sexual wake-up call.”
“Sexual wake-up call? Like a BJ for breakfast or something like that.”
Ernesto smirks. “Exactly like that.”
“From you?” I raise my brow.
“Me or anyone in the tablet that suits you,” he explains.
“Is there a limit?”
Ernesto laughs. “No, there is not.”
“So, you’re telling me I could order two men for a morning glory wake-up call every single morning I’m staying here.”
“Yes. And they can be different people each time. You can also order happy ending massages or normal massages, too.
My eyes widen. Happy ending massages? I’ve literally died and gone to heaven.
“Also, don’t forget your bracelets are on the counter and you will need to put them on before ordering anything,” he adds.
Oh shit, of course. The first rule of Paradise Club is the bracelets, as I quickly grab them and slide them onto my wrist.
“So um, what is it that you do? Do you like, um …”
