Loving Paradise
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				Title: <strong>Loving Paradise</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 05:09:55</strong>
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				Kelea leaned against the wall, staring out the best window in the building as her boss blabbered on and on about something not particularly important to the surfer girl... Yes, it was a meeting for&nbsp; most of the supervisor types of staff, something or other about a big influx of people coming. Not that it mattered in the least to the very sporty blonde, it truly didn't effect her one way or the other. Blah blah blah, special guests, large party, blah bladeh blergh, busy schedule and hard work. It didn't make a bit of difference how many people there were, the surfer's schedule was always full. The most cost-efficient and beneficial thing a customer could do for themselves was to book a full day lesson, and Kelea had a reputation for being a superb instructor, patient and gentle with the many new surfers she saw every month. She didn't make her own schedule, that was the role of some bean counter in the back office. It only changed if she was riding the waves or diving under them. And on the very very rare occasions she was on duty but not needed for lessons or to help with the scuba trips, the vehicle pool could always use another hand that at least knew which wrenches went to what motor.&nbsp; <br><br>Meetings and their utter uselessness aside, she knew that her job was almost perfect. The resort was a stunning tropical paradise, ringed in the back by a gentle jungle and in front by the ocean she loved and lived in. Her room was more than adequate, meals often provided by a Michelin starred chef, or a large kitchen that took orders even for the staff. Parties and special events were frequently held, almost always something interesting going on by the pool or the snow white sands or inside the many, many facilities held within the fancy resort. And even for all her faults and annoyances, the boss lady truly was a good person somewhere deep down inside. Kelea didn't even have to work with male visitors anymore, not after that one incident. The owner of the resort knew full well that her staff was more important than guests, one almost irreplaceable and the latter on giant waiting lists for rooms. Thus any problems were settled in favor of the staff, unless the employee was just obviously and sometimes egregiously in the wrong. <br><br>Instead of listening to whatever Rah Rah dribble the boss was spewing, or thinking about her part of the readiness report, Kelea was instead focusing more on her personal problem. Pretty much the biggest downside to working at an isolated resort was the lack of good relationship partners. Sure, she had an 'its complicated' with a couple of long-distance ladies, but her current one, a hottie Israeli doctor, was definitely more in the off category in their off and on again relationship. Time zones and the lack of physical touch was a relationship killer. <br><br>Dating coworkers was problematic, despite the fact that there weren't really any rules against it, and plenty of people did, willing to risk the potential drama. Kelea had always come down on the side of loving her job more than wanting to mess with a fellow employee. Besides, there were always plenty of guests of all ages (sometimes shockingly high!) Who would be thrilled to have their hottie surf instructor seduce them (or better yet, seduce her) for a night or three riding the bed sheets. But the sad truth was after a while that started to feel really empty, utterly unfulfilling. So she was starting to think long and hard about the solution to that particular problem, just.... She really really didn't want to leave the resort, completely happy there except for that one little detail. It didn't help the dilemma that the boss lady hired an awful lot of extremely attractive women, in fact it seems like the staff was predominantly gorgeous ladies.<br><br>Turning both her head and the gum she had been quietly chewing on, Kelea was pretty sure she had responded the first time boss lady had called her name. Apparently it was time for her report at last. Unsurprisingly, it was down to just her and the adorable little Lexie again. That seemed to happen quite frequently, the heads of the housekeeping and kitchens and financials, maintenance and ground crew trickling out one by one as their contributions to the meeting were no longer needed. Kelea made sure to flash the cute blonde a little smile before starting her report. If she was being honest with herself, and the surfer usually was, sometimes frustratingly so.... Lexie was one of the employees who made it hardest to stick with her no dating where you shit policy. The girl was just the sweetest thing ever. But, anyway, report.<br><br>"Uh, we're in pretty good shape with everything. We're down a few stand-up paddle boards after that group of drunken idiots from last week. I've already ordered The replacements to be shipped in, accounting probably approved the invoice the other day." She'd have to remember to follow up on that soon, since it wasn't fun to not have the supplies needed if somebody else didn't do their damn job. Fortunately most people took care of what they were supposed to or they didn't last very long in the boss's employ. "I borrowed a couple from the resort down the way, and took the liberty of sending them some good food and a couple of the more common bottles from the cellar. Glass bottoms boat one and two are in good shape, I think they're finishing tuning the engines right now." No, the motor pool wasn't exactly her responsibility. The boss might have owned the resort, and quite a bit of land around it, but Kelea had always considered the oceans to be hers. Yes, all of them. And it wasn't difficult to keep track of the boats, freeing up somebody more talented at maintenance and repair to stay where they productive instead of standing around in a meeting with their thumbs up their ass. "Dive boats four and five are in good shape, the big party one is completely ready. Three is waiting for more parts, Jorge said that one should be done in a day or two. So pretty much everything is same as always, good to go."<br><br>Rolling her shoulders in a vague shrug, she waited to see if the boss had any questions, or more likely, was going to say something inappropriate, that HR would froth at the mouth over. If said bosslady herself wasn't head of HR, anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loving Paradise</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>30-05-2022, 21:26:57</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">A nurses convention.<br><br>The Poseidon's Palace had a <em>very</em> good reputation for being one of the finest establishments on Aruba but even then Zehra Argun would not have imagined that they would be hosting a nurses convention cum retreat of four days. Split in two days of work and two days of complete pleasure for the people who were attending the convention. They needed the conference hall to read some papers, group discussion, sessions and so forth and also the full range of facilities that The Poseidon's Palace offered including visits to popular attractions as well as blistering nightlife of Aruba.<br><br>Zehra was of course, more than happy to have such a lucrative deal. It meant that they would be opening the new season with a bang.<br><br>Poseidon's Palace was her baby that they had founded twenty years ago after working in hospitality management for six years and then raising enough money to start her own establishment. Chief backer back then had been Lance de Ruyter, a wealthy Aruban who was interested in taking the facilities up on the island a notch. Zehra had brought some of her own capital in and Poseidon's Palace was born and thus, Zehra ended up leaving her beloved Turkey behind and shifting her base to Aruba. Ten years later, she had bought Lane's entire stake as well, becoming 100% and very proud owner of the establishment that had continued to get better.<br><br>She had come to enjoy life on Aruba. The sun did her good and so did the endless supply of gorgeous women that the island found itself teeming with owing to its all season destination status as long as you had money to spend.<br><br>Beginning of each season, she always liked to give a speech, to get everyone to shift their gears. Today, along with that, of course they had gathered together for a session to assess just how well prepared they were for the convention and whether everything was in top shape for the guests arriving in three days or not. One by one, Zehra had gone through each department. After dealing with chefs, the housekeeping, the adventure sports operators, the resident doctor [one at nurses con, ha!], the accounts, she had dismissed them one after another, leaving just Kelea and Lexie which had been the norm lately.<br><br>"Kelea, is everything in order? We've got a lot of people coming in and I'm pretty sure many of them would want their little bit of an oceanic adventure." Zehra asked Kelea. It took Kelea few seconds to register that and Zehra tapped her pen on the table.<br><br>"Kelea?"<br><br>That seemed to rouse Kelea from her slumber and she began explaining things one after another. Zehra took notes, she usually gave most of the section heads leeway in the way they handled things as long as they didn't exceed the generous budgets she offered to each department. Zehra believed in offering quality to the people who came to her resort because if you compromised on that, you might as well not be in the business was her firm belief. So occasionally, she didn't mind going an extra mile for things to remain top class.<br><br>"Mhmm...that's good! Tell Jorge to hurry up a little so that you can test them out as well before the guests arrive." Zehra noted. The shrug wasn't lost on her. "Unless you're saving one of them for a boat trip with you, me and Lexie of course. One where three makes the company."<br><br>She gave one of her trademark Zehra panty dropping winks before turning back to business. "Just kidding! Annnyywayyys, is there anything else? Lexie, what do we have?"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loving Paradise</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>08-06-2022, 14:38:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/7979f6fe37876577f24c4b69a570f7f8.jpg)</div>Lexie's leather bound notebook was open in front of her, her pen perched in her hand at the ready for notes throughout the entire meeting. She was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the duration of the meeting, taking notes on important points, even if she didn't truly understand everything about some of the other areas. If it sounded like a decision was made, she jotted it down, maybe someone would need to recall, and, more importantly Zehra sometimes asked. Lexie was proud to be able to pipe up and recite from them, proving to ever helpful. She took it upon herself to act as scribe, <em>Zehra needed one,</em> she decided.<br><br>This was going to be her third season, and she couldn't be more excited. Starting as a cabana girl, she took to the atmosphere like a fish to water. Flirting with patrons, upselling and always nudging the party along, she knew how to work the tips. The job itself was fun, the setting couldn't be better, though she still loved her home state of Kentucky; it could never compete with Aruba. The petite blonde had an easy time adapting to the resort lifestyle. Ambitious as she was, serving up drinks was good for fun, she aspired for more. She became the veritable poster child for bubbly customer service. It was the brand, after all, as she was trained and she couldn't deny that it worked. That customer-is-always-right thing and going-the-extra-mile mentally almost always paid off. The few exceptions were easily brushed off. That attitude got her promoted into hostessing, then into being a concierge. This year, she'd be managing the concierge desk. Of course, she'd still take some shifts serving drinks, especially when there was high demand. The roles fit as she could easily and consistently maintain that bubbly customer service facade.<br><br>Through the meeting, she jotted reminders and starred certain items for easy reference, flipping to a new page as each section manager&nbsp; began their report. One by one, they were dismissed and off to do their thing. Kelea was finally up, she had the most interesting job of all. The athletic surfer had it all going on. While Lexie made it a point to fill in wherever there seemed to be a need or to fix problems or pull together resources, she was a spaz about it. Kelea was cool as a cucumber. Lexie found herself straighten up her posture as she smiled when she finally came to attention, embarrassed for her for having to be roused to attention, but she also knew, and sort-of envied the fact that it didn't matter to her. <br><br>She smiled back warmly when flashed a pre-report smile. The sinewy muscular features took shape as she posture to give her report. Lexie then sat up at attention to make sure she got everything down. As a concierge, matching guests to excursions was a huge part of her role. Kelea's info was gold to her. <br><br><em>Paddle boards, follow-up on accounting approval. *replacements in*&nbsp; Glass bottom boats, ready. Boats in maintenance, follow up. Jorge for party boat 3, rush.</em><br><br>Zehra stated her appreciation for the update. Kelea was on her game, as always. She loved how together she kept things despite her apparent nonchalance. She concluded her comment with a flirty comment about a boat for the three of them. She always had the best lines, and she had even borrowed a few of them to flirt with patrons. It was always fun to keep them guessing. Psychological magic enduced by sex appeal, Zehra was the best in the game. If Lexie had ever had the notion to be a student in the game, she was also a subject. The mention of a boat ride among the three of them caused her to bite her lip. The flirt came with a redirection back to work and the obligatory "just kidding" diffuser. <br><br>Still, Lexie was blushing when it was her turn to give her update.<br><br>"Uhm, yea. Okay…" she stammered a little, trying to refocus after imagining the excursion. "With the party boats and glass bottom tour boats set, I have booking available for all of them. The new computer system is up and running, so we can let customers download an app to maintain their reservations."<br><br>"Also, I have arranged a new deal with the local cab company so they can bill us directly and we can charge through to customers conveniently, saving them the hassle of paying separately. I have my list of friendly <em>safe</em> partners for excursion referrals, with lucrative reciprocal arrangements to bring folks here, too," she added. Her network had been growing ever since she had taken over. The cabbies knew Poseidon's Palace was their prime referral source, so they knew to steer undecided tourists their way for a good time. The billing arrangement helped make sure that would continue.<br><br>Lexie glanced at Kelea as she pulled a tendril of blonde hair back, clearing her throat. "Surfing lessons are a hot commodity, time slots are going fast," she mentioned. "Only a few slots left and the convention isn't even here yet. We're letting people make&nbsp; reservations on the app for those and now for paddle boards and jet skis, too. That's all I have for now," she concluded, confidently.<br><br>She was ready for the season to begin, especially after the full briefing. She looked to Zehra for further instructions, fairly sure she'd have more than a few. To her, this felt like management training time, and she didn't mind taking on extra tasks as needed, especially of they'd score her extra points with the exotic and successful boss. She turned her notebook to a clean page and held her pen ready.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loving Paradise</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>13-06-2022, 11:42:24</strong>
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				It wasn't often that Zehra said something dumb... Much, much more likely the woman who lacked a verbal filter would crack a sexual harassment style joke, some comment made innocuous by the fact that she was utterly indiscriminate in her flirting, just the way the woman interacted with the world. Sexuality and sensuality was power, a tool that bosslady perhaps wielded just a little too much. But this... This was the exotic woman saying something to look Managerial, involved in decision making and on top of that, was a genuine mistake.&nbsp; "Ohhhhh hecckkk no, boss. Not at all the time or place to lurk over his shoulder or jog his hand. For starters, dude can swear in six languages." Maybe, just a little, she was showing off a tad for Lexie... those huge eyes were pretty hard to resist, but also.. "Dude knows his business. He's a specialist, just like you or me or Lexie. He's giving honest assessments about how long it takes, and I assure you, he's included testing time. You wouldn't pay him if he did shoddy work that needed me of all people to double check him. No, you start breathing down his neck for no reason, his pride is going to start adding time to any and every task as something between malicious compliance and a, in my opinion, deserved screw you. He's got it." A thoughtful pause. "Unless of course you're meaning that he should rush so you can play with the toys instead of it being ready for the guests, well, that's on you for not communicating what you really wanted." <br><br>Besides, she was pretty sure Zehra had her own boat. A little frown as the expected bit of boss-employee overstepping happened... <em>Three makes the company? What does that even mean? At least it's not as bad as usual...</em> Kelea probably would have wandered off by now in any other meeting. She'd said her piece, knew her role and what her duties were. None of the meeting really interested her as much as tides and wind, thinking about the surf conditions on her beaches and where the best spot for her style would be. But little Lexie was there, looking adorable in her buisnessy shirt and notepad. To the surprise of absolutely nobody, Kelea never took notes, or at worst, scribbled something on her hand. But the earnest attention to details from the blonde was cute. <br><br>A scratch at an ear indicated the computer system was likely trouble, but still, Lexie could handle it. <em>Hey wait, isn't Lexington a city where she's from? Like maybe the capitol or something? Weird! I wonder if she was conceived there?</em> The billing system, however, that was deeply clever and got met with a nod of approval. She'd have to take advantage of that, sometime, on the few occasions leaving the resort was necessary. A lopsided, soft and still cocky grin met the look, aware that the hair touching could be seen as flirtatious, though probably unconscious knowing sweet little Lexie. "They always are, sweetie, they always do. You should abuse your power and book yourself a lesson sometime. " That was enough said, her gaze going back to the window... <em>I'ma have to do some night surfing to make up for all these tourists... </em> Teaching people to surf was fun, rewarding, sharing the sport she loved so deeply... But challenging, it purely wasn't. 
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