<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/a82c765825910b1ef32335b9b094d391/tumblr_numj4tmSWm1rpwuzno1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time: </strong> Mid-morning (10am)| August 2nd<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Golf course area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something along these lines but in black and white (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fd/64/11/fd6411869ce8fd0b34b70cfd2df23529.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mystery Man (Javier)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Following directions...</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Charlie wasn't sure what to expect after that first little interlude in the closet. She'd gotten on with the rest of her day alright but at odd little moments she'd remember the game she agreed to play and excitement --and a little bit of arousal--would bloom. It was kind of distracting but in a fun way. It was something she hadn't expected to encounter on this little vacation. And of course, there was a part of her that desperately wanted to know who it was that she'd been rather hot and heavy with. <br/><br/>Even now as she came bouncing down to breakfast after a run and a shower, she felt refreshed and near to bursting with a level of curiosity that seemed dangerous. As with the previous morning she opted for fresh fruit though she added a little oatmeal too. She was just moving toward the spot where she'd found her previous clue the day before when she the crackle of the walkie talkie kicked up to startle her. <br/><br/><em>“Good morning doll, how about we meet up for a round of golf, go to the clubhouse and await further instruction. Change for a day on the course.”</em><br/><br/>She couldn't help the grin or the quick glance around that she took, but spotting the walkie that had been left for her she scooped it up.<br/><br/>"Sure, Stranger. I've always wanted to try golfing." She left it at that figuring it was enough of an affirmation. <br/><br/>Charlie polished off her breakfast then glanced down at herself. She didn't really own any golf clothes but she had to figure the black skirt was okay and her sneakers weren't going anywhere. Heading back up to her room she opted to change her shirt then added a cap for the extra time she'd likely be out in the sun and that was that. A short while later--after getting directions from one of the staff--Charlie was strolling into the clubhouse, walkie in hand. As with before she peered around curiously, looking to see if she might spot her mystery man or else another clue.</span>