Nexus (fantasy) Island (Sarcyn & Tiaan)
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				Title: <strong>Nexus (fantasy) Island (Sarcyn &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 01:32:06</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">“Oh my…” Isabella murmured as she squinted, taking another look at the cream coloured sheaf of paper in front of her. It bore the raised initials H.R. in the corner and was adorned with gold leaf embellishments. It felt grainy, expensive. She couldn’t bring herself to focus fully on the printed figure that appeared in arial black 24 point at the bottom of the page. Appraising the document through cracked eyelids seemed to make it ok. Deep down though she knew it wasn’t. Her head was pounding and her mouth tasted like old carpet, ‘just what did I do last night?’ she wondered to herself. Her companion cleared his throat noisily, prompting her to look at it properly. She opened her eyes fully, refocused and gasped loudly.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">$7,564,978.86</span></span></div><br>To say she was shocked didn’t quite do the situation justice. She was quite literally speechless, mortified and with a shaking hand replaced the bill on the wide walnut desk in front of her. She was sitting across from Mr. Howard, the owner of Howard Resort. That he’d wanted to see her personally concerning her bill was enough to put the fear of god into her. Especially since last night was such a blur. More blank than blurred in fact. Her eyes went wide as she read the figure out to herself for the fifth time. “Seven <em>million</em>. Five hundred and sixty four <em>thousand</em>. Nine hundred and seventy eight dollars…” She murmured in sick astonishment.<br>“And eighty six cents.” Mr Howard added in an even, businesslike tone as he tapped the ash from his thick Monte Christo no.2. <br>“Oh god… I think I’m going to faint…” Isabella said touching a hand to her forehead and half swooning back into the chair. She was dizzy, a thin sheen of cold sweat covered her brow and her hard earned suntan seemed to retreat, leaving a pallid grey and altogether miserable countenance.<br>“Now now Miss Valence.” Mr Howard said, his head tilted back and to the side as he regarded the young lady sitting opposite him. “This was all your own doing. You have to take responsibility. You shouldn’t have signed the markers if you didn’t have the capital.”<br>“I don’t remember signing <em>any</em>thing!” She said rather distractedly, nausea sapping her strength and taking the conviction out of the words.<br>Mr Howard frowned and slid over a stack of papers. “Is this not your signature?” He asked impatiently, pointing towards the bottom of the page. Isabella sat forward weakly and with considerable effort slid her chair forward. She really did feel like she was going to faint. Peering at the top of what was a tall stack of creased and crumpled sheets she found herself confronted with a large block of very tiny writing – times new roman 7 point – she thought automatically before angrily shaking the irrelevant detail from her mind. She started to read through it but was unable to process the intricate legal jargon and skipped down the page. At the bottom was a wonky scrawl that did, she had to admit, very much resemble her signature. Next to it was a figure claiming $5000.<br>“This is for five grand… not seven mi…” she broke off as her breath caught in her throat and the room span. She felt like she was floating and sank into the high backed cushioned chair upon which she sat. <br>Mr Howard let out a sigh and leaned forward setting his cigar in the ashtray. He rested his forearms on the brilliantly white leather edged blotting pad that adorned his side of the desk and spoke slowly and deliberately, as if to a child. <br>“Miss Valence. There are over fifty markers there and $5000 is merely the smallest one. You <em>were</em> advised against taking such credit. We are not in the business of coercion. I am told you vehemently insisted that you needed it.” He frowned again as if in thought before pushing his chair back and heaving his large frame up. Mr Howard was certainly overweight yet he retained a rather distinguished figure. A stomach many inches around yet solid and firm. His wide muscled shoulders and thick neck gave the look of a man who was opulent yet far from lazy. He had a wide jaw, strong chin and a rather seasoned countenance. He resembled a Mafioso in more ways than one. <br>Isabella picked up her bill again as he waddled over to the drinks cabinet to fetch her a shot of something strong. Flipping the page she scanned down the itemised list of charges. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in astonishment as she got further down the list.<br>“Just what the hell is all this..?” She asked Mr Howard’s back in an incredulous tone. “Hostess time two thousand eighty four dollars. Hostess time <em>six</em> thousand ninety three dollars. <em>Lapdance</em> ninety three <em>thousand</em> dollars. Just what kind of lapdance did I get?!” Her initial shock was subsiding and her hackles were rising; she felt like they were extorting her.<br>Mr Howard returned to the desk and slid across a crystal tumbler half full of a thick golden whiskey. “Drink that Miss Valence. It will help calm your nerves.” He instructed before easing his bulk back down into his leather office chair.<br>“Oh. I shouldn’t, I can’t. My head…” She began, bringing up her hand to massage her temples.<br>“I think a hangover is the least of your worries. I suggest you drink it.” Mr Howard said as he leant forward again, resuming his calm patient expression. “You were in our high rollers area. Again, you <em>were</em> advised against it.”<br>“High rollers…” Isabella groaned dazedly, trying to recall the night before yet receiving mostly black. She kept scanning down the list before gasping in shock and sitting bolt upright. “Just what the hell is <em>this</em>!” she asked, pointing accusingly at one of the many items. “Hostess Kiss. Five thousand dollars? What the hell… who charges for a <em>kiss</em>.”<br>“We do Miss Valence. As do most establishments on the island. And before you ask yes we did also charge you for touching the waitress’s posterior. As do most. Establishments. On the island.” He said pointedly before adding. “For the most part at any rate.” <br>Mr Howard let out a resigned sigh before going on. “Each casino has a notice on the outer wall detailing <em>explicitly</em> its charges, you were instructed to read it through before entering. The high rollers area has a similar notice. You were <em>also</em> advised to read it. Unfortunately for you it seemed you didn’t take notice. And you just so happened to frequent one of the most lavish and exclusive venues on the island.” He said the last part rather proudly. “Now please, Miss Valence we need to discuss your options.” He went on more seriously. “Do you have any cash?”<br>Isabella gave a slight shake of her head, still trying to remember the kiss. She remembered touching the waitresses behind. They had been chatting, she was flirting, the waitress had seemed to be flirting back. She also remembered the gambling. Well, some of it. A pure Adonis on one arm and a gorgeous busty blonde on the other. They were cheering her on as she won – hadn’t she been winning? She remembered winning. At that point her memory started to blur. She vaguely remembered entering the lapdance club, then something else. That was right she had bought an E. Isabella flipped through the pages of her bill and located an item – Ecstacy, 5 tablets – 2000 dollars, she nearly choked as she read it. That explained the disconnected lightheaded feeling she was experiencing. She’d been up on her winnings at that point. Now she owed seven million dollars and couldn’t remember any of it. To say she was feeling severely short changed would be an understatement.<br>“I need to hear you say it Miss Valence. I am filling out a legal notice right now. Cash?”<br>“No… I don’t have any cash, why else would I have signed a marker…”<br>“Right. Fine.” He remarked, murmuring “No cash.” as he ticked a box on a form in front of him. “Any assets?”<br>“Assets? Er, no none..”<br>“Any friends or relatives that could assist you?”<br>“Not with seven million dollars!” Isabella said incredulously.<br>“Seven and a <em>half</em> million dollars.” Mr Howard pointed out.<br>“Bankrupt! I’ll claim bankruptcy! I am ever so sorry but it’s my only option.” Isabella said hopefully.<br>Mr Howard shook his head sadly before turning weary eyes on her. “That wouldn’t even work on the mainland Miss Valance and it certainly won’t work on Nexus Island. There is no such thing as bankruptcy here.”<br>Isabella looked up sharply “Seriously..? So… what do I do?” Mr Howard narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out if her ignorance was merely feigned.<br>“Did your supervisor not explain to you how the island worked..?” He asked suspiciously. Isabella had been working on a cruise liner, she was a waitress and had been on shore leave for the past two days.<br>“Well no. They didn’t. Or well… they might have done, there was some kind of staff meeting but I skipped out to hit the beach and start working on my tan.” She glanced down at the bronzed arms she had been so proud of. Right now they looked patchy and amateur.<br>“Well ignorance is no excuse Miss Valance. You incurred approximately 7.5 million dollars in charges. We simply <em>cannot</em> let you off or else everyone would start doing it. Now.” He filed away the document he had been filling in and retrieved another one, filled in a few details and slid it over to Isabella. “Sign this please. It is an indenture form for the full amount. Trust me, you do <em>not</em> want to consider the alternative.”<br>“What alternative? Maybe I do… and what the hell is an indenture?” She asked with a frown as she picked up the new document. Mr Howard spent the next thirty minutes patiently explaining the document to her despite her numerous questions and objections. <br><br>Nexus Island is a country unto itself without monarchy, president or prime minister. The founding government was a small consortium of businessmen and casino owners now known simply as ‘The Board’. Mr Howard himself sat upon its current incarnation. Nexus Island had once been a dream among casino owners long before Mr Howard’s time. The dream was simple and embodied the ideal every good casino owner held dear. Dedication to the customer. A casino where the phrase ‘make the customer happy’ could be applied without exception. <br>A hundred years ago this small consortium pooled their resources and quite literally built Nexus Island from the first rocks upon the seabed right up to the highest penthouse. Sparing no expense on their legal team they eventually had the island declared an independent nation, ‘the board’ drawing up their own constitution. Land was quickly snapped up by investors and up sprung a vast cornucopia of entertainment establishments ranging from beach bars, little more than plumbed in shacks up to the five star resorts like Mr Howard's own little empire. The service roles are all staffed by individuals indentured into the service of their respective establishment owners – which in Nexus Island’s constitution meant the owners owned them too.<br>Beautiful boys and girls the world over flocked in to take up indentured servitude on Nexus Island receiving often vast sums upfront in return for signing agreements that stipulated they could be used as their owners saw fit. Others came via more dubious means, some of the original members of the board simply transferred in existing staff from their various hotels and casinos around the world. Once on Nexus Island they were stuck. After some initial teething problems with staff unrest the board devised certain means to keep their staff in line. The kind of means that Mr Howard suggested Isabella would not want to consider.<br><br>After some initial resistance from outside the world gradually began to accept Nexus Island and its methods. So much so that governments became curious and looked into starting up similar schemes of securing a workforce. It became common for parents to indenture their teenage children for a few years to secure college funds and the like. Today Nexus Island is seen as an attractive place to serve out such terms with huge waiting lists for placements. The actual intake is small though compared to how many people work in service roles on Nexus Island, the slave trade that sprang up in Nexus Island’s wake accounting for more than 80% of the staff. Nexus Island always provides an indenture though, any slave that is bought by an establishment <em>does</em> have the opportunity to work of their debt, despite these debts being vastly inflated over the actual price paid for a slave.<br>Isabella was being offered just such an arrangement. Indentured to Howard Resort until such time as her $7.5 million debt was realised – with interest.<br><br>“With interest?!? How the hell will I <em>ever</em> manage that?” Isabella exclaimed angrily as Mr Howard finished explaining her contract. He merely shrugged resignedly as if to say ‘you’ve only got yourself to blame’.<br>“It <em>is</em> possible.” He admitted after a pause. His tone was far from convincing though. “You’re a pretty girl. If you can get yourself a good job you’ll have access to some good tips. Get in the good graces of a <em>genuine</em> high roller and you’re all set. So work hard for me!” He nodded encouragingly.<br>Isabella looked over her contact one last time. She was to work as a waitress covering The Blue Lagoona, one of the six nightclubs spread across Howard Resort and was also to cover the main floor of the casino off which the club was situated. Her bottom lip curled miserably as she read over the contract and with a slight sob she accepted the offered pen, downed the tumbler of whiskey and signed her life away to Mr Howard.<br><br>Mr Howard wasted no time in putting her to work. Just forty minutes later – enough time for her to wash, shower and squeeze into her very tight, very short and very revealing uniform – she was being walked around the main floor alongside the towering figure of Mr Howard. He liked to show around his new additions personally although after that he would leave them to their superiors. They were unlikely to get a chance to talk to him again unless they made a big impression. With the vast number of established staff already vying for promotion, doing whatever it took, it was unlikely she would have the pleasure of his company again. He predicted she would remain a waitress for her duration at Howard Resort, it was a desperately competitive environment and she just didn’t look like she had what it took. She would eventually be sold off when her looks started to fade but that would be dealt with by his personnel department.<br>“And finally this is the casino’s auditorium.” He announced at the end of the tour, sweeping his arm out to indicate a large sunken area lined with tiered seating that sloped down towards the centre. A stage was currently being erected in the middle.<br>The main floor of the casino was vast. It was at least a mile from one side to the other. No expense was spared in the décor which looked sort of art deco meets cyberpunk to Isabella with stark white sculptured pillars and soft coloured lighting suffusing a warm fuzzy glow around the array of gaming tables, high tech gadgets, numerous circular bars and tall podiums topped with scantily clad exotic dancers.<br>Suddenly Isabella felt a sharp stinging pain in her behind as something slapped against her with a dull thwack. A grinning tourist sitting at a nearby table had reached out and smacked her bum and she spun round angrily to confront him. Her red sheer skirt that felt more like underwear than a uniform had offered no protection against the blow and a dull warmth remained around the area he'd struck. She was blushing severely and was just about to explode in front of the guy when she caught a sharp look from Mr Howard. With an indignant flash of her eyes she managed to restrain herself and turned angrily to Mr Howard.<br>“So how much did <em>that</em> cost <em>him</em>?” She asked accusingly.<br>“Oh about two dollars. 10 cents of which is yours.” He replied with a grin.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nexus (fantasy) Island (Sarcyn &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 02:45:51</strong>
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				Relaxing into the plush leather seat Will grinned to himself. This had definitely been a good idea. He’d first heard about the island from one of his dealers and it had seemed like the perfect way to blow off some steam for a while. So he’d booked the private jet and loaded up on party supplies, rang a couple buddies and less than twenty-four hours later he was in the air. It had been so easy, but that was hardly a new experience for the 23 year old. <br><br>Growing up the son of a billionaire meant that Will Ayris had never wanted for anything, nor had he ever worked a day in his life. He was the boy that the ‘spoiled rich kid’ cliché could have been written about. A life of leisure, pleasure and luxury had led him to grow bored easily though and he had an attitude that few found attractive. Most of the time he didn’t care though, since he could afford to replace the people in his life. Except Faye. He hadn’t counted on Faye. Still, wasn’t that the real reason he was on this plane? To forget about that bitch and all she’d done to him? <br><br>Pushing the play button on his personal DVD player he tried to focus on the film, an exclusive cut of the latest Soderbergh film. Will’s Dad had once done a movie with Steve and a teenaged Will had convinced his father to let him hang on the set. The director had found the kid’s dark sense of humour and eye for pranks to be endearing and the two had become fast friends. It was a mutually beneficial relationship, Will had a line to some of the most discreet women and drugs in L.A. Steve’s contribution was obviously access to the glam and glitz of Hollywood. Will had particularly enjoyed the summer after High School when Steve had invited him to travel Europe as he filmed one of his most enduring epics. The young rich kid had been flying free after being done with school, and he’d lost himself in a world of free drink, drugs and pleasurable company. That summer had been when he’d decided that he was happy to just mooch off his Dad’s fortune for the rest of his life. Why get a job when you could live the high life and have no responsibilities? His Dad was too busy with wife number five and her three kids by then. It had been easier to just sign over another trust fund than worry about raising a model citizen. <br><br>The stacked blonde stewardess tapped him on the shoulder and smiled beatifically down at him. “We’ll be landing in about ten minutes…. Sir.” She winked at him and sauntered back to the front of the small plane, aware of his eyes glued to her rear and enjoying the attention. Will smiled to himself as memories of his induction to the mile high club with her floated to the surface of his brain. That had certainly been an enjoyable flight. Turning the movie off he stashed the headphones in the seat pouch and turned to look at his friends. <br><br>Martin was gripping the arms of his seat, trying to breathe through his fear of flying. Private jets were a lot more comfortable and every bit as safe as jumbos but that hadn’t seem to placate the star athlete. Once they were back on the ground he’d loosen up though, and the boy’s ability to draw a crowd of adoring, nubile young beauties was truly second to none. In the seat in front sat Chris, his dark skin showing a slight sheen of sweat as he winked at his buddies. It seemed someone had been enjoying the ‘hospitality’ that Will’s flights had become infamous for offering. The kid better not wear himself out, from what Will had heard there was more than enough tail ready and close enough to willing on the resort they were headed to. Ian was the fourth and final member of the group who had come to investigate the many sordid offerings that Nexus Island was becoming famous for. He was also the brains of the little outfit, the smart one who kept everyone else out of any real trouble. Of the four of them he was the only one with any job prospects. He was in fact training to be a lawyer and had been afforded ample opportunity to put his knowledge and skills to the test by the little band of brothers. <br><br>The plane coasted up to the small private airport building, one of several dotted around the island as well as the large commercial airport that saw thousands of people come and go from the exclusive island. Reneé was waiting for the group as they disembarked, wearing a wide smile and with markers already in place at Mr Howard’s establishment. She was to be their personal hostess for the duration of their stay, attending to their <em>every</em> need with a smile. Of course they were free to engage the services of other hostesses and indeed pretty much any of the company’s employees. But Reneé would have no other clients or customers to concern herself with. She was theirs exclusively. She was also, naturally, a smoking hot ebony goddess. Her rounded face was complimented by her tight weave and full breasts were barely contained in a tight white dress shirt. Long black legs extended out of her crimson mini-skirt and she radiated an attitude and sex-appeal that demonstrated she would have been just as at home in a high-class escort agency. Chris let out a whistle of appreciation, but all the boys were impressed. The stay was definitely off to a good start. <br><br>The next few days passed in a bit of a blur for Will and his friends. There was copious amounts of gambling, drugs and sex and he was beginning to feel rather at home amongst the luxuries of this place. He could see himself spending a serious amount of time here. The weekend approached and the atmosphere at the casino changed. Subtly at first but as Friday morphed into Saturday there were a lot more people around and a lot of them seemed to be playing fast and loose with their cash, yet none seemed to have the carefree attitude that the foursome of rich heirs exuded. It was Labor Day weekend and it seemed that more than a few of the new arrivals were going to be forced into labor to pay off their debts. It had brought a sick little smile to Will’s face when he’d first been told that those party animals who got in over their heads were offered indentured service as a way of escaping the mountain of charges that they racked up with such wild abandon. <br><br>On the Saturday night he noticed one girl in particular was over-stretching herself, living the sort of lifestyle that he took for granted. He wasn’t sure why but something about her told him that she couldn’t afford to pay for half of the fun she was having, but rather than stepping in to warn her about her behaviour he sat back and enjoyed her exploits, thinking to himself that if and when she became indentured her would have a great deal of fun with her. The night had moved on a-pace though and soon enough he had forgotten about her, moving on to the more readily available treats that lay before him. It was well past dawn when he stumbled into his suite, collapsing into bed to sleep off the night’s exertions. <br><br>The boys shared a living area, with a hot tub on their balcony and a home-theatre system to rival Will’s buddy Soderbergh’s. The private bedrooms all led off the main lounge and each of those had it’s own en suite bathroom with a jacuzzi and walk in shower that was big enough for three. Despite such luxury none of them had spent much time in the suite, save to sleep off their debauchery, rarely alone. It was every kid’s Spring Break fantasy realised and yet to these four young men it was simply standard procedure. Nothing special. <br><br>Looking bleary-eyed at the clock Will noticed with a shrug that it was past three in the afternoon. He reached groggily for the phone and ordered some breakfast, a bacon roll and scrambled eggs ought to set him right. Plenty of fresh orange juice and expensive Chilean coffee helped do the trick too. He looked through his supply bags and noticed they were running low on E and coke. No big deal, he knew there must be plenty of places to pick up here, though he was sure they’d brought enough for more than a week with them. Shrugging again he decided that tonight he wanted to play a little poker and maybe check out that dance club he’d heard about last night. He wasn’t much for dancing himself, except on the rare occasion that he found a DJ who was capable of putting a decent mix together. Still, one of the random drunk chicks that had been buzzing round him last night had seemed to indicate that he would ‘just die’ if he didn’t check it out at some point and even if the music was shit he could always settle back in the VIP area and enjoy watching the plethora of nubile flesh gyrate and move to the beat. <br><br>The maid knocked on the door and presented him his breakfast before asking if he required any ‘additional services.’ Looking her over Will was tempted, but he declined on this occasion, she was a bit saggy in places and he’d seen much finer specimens on offer throughout the building. Nudging the door closed with his foot he picked his roll off the tray and bit into it, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction. As well as everything else that this place had going for it the kitchens were fucking ace. Chris stumbled out of his room at the smell of bacon and grinned at his buddy. <br><br>“Yo is there any more where that came from?” The black man wore shorts and a tank top and suppressed a chuckle at Will’s silk pyjamas. Will stood about a head shorter than Chris but was hardly short. His lean frame was in stark contrast to the bulk of his friend. Chris worked out pretty much every day, even while on vacation and he and Martin had visited the gym several times since they’d arrived. It was something that bemused Will, he didn’t see the attraction in putting yourself through all that pain if it wasn’t necessary to bed women, but he guessed that the booty principle wasn’t what motivated Chris and Martin. Actually Martin he could understand it for, the boy had been a pretty big deal coming through the High School and College swimming system and had mentioned wanting to train for the Olympics. Chris though didn’t have much of a competitive spirit, so Will guessed he just liked to keep in shape. <br><br>“Who you talking to?” Will replied with a grin to Chris asking about the food, pulling the silver dome off the plate to reveal three more bacon rolls, all still steaming from the heat. Chris flashed his rows of white teeth, the contrast to his dark skin making them pop all the more and he grabbed two of the sandwiches.<br><br>&nbsp;“I’m guessing Martin will want one too.” He&nbsp; explained as he went back to the door of his room and tossed one inside. Will was hardly surprised, those guys did everything together and although he doubted they’d been alone in the room all night he knew they had both experimented. It was no big deal, Will didn’t swing that way but it hardly bothered him that two of his best friends were bi-sexual. Settling into the couch to munch his own roll he flicked the TV on and blinked a little from the brightness of the huge set. “Hey can you see what the basketball results were last night?” Will rolled his eyes at his friend’s requests but hit the button to go picture in picture, pulling up ESPN in the top right of the screen that was showing an old Scrubs re-run. <br><br>“You know if might be fun to see what Donald and Zach are up to… I bet they’d love this place.” Will remarked. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone with his TV-star friends, Chris knew the two former stars of the show as well, if not better, than Will.<br><br>“I think Zach is filming but Don might be up for it.” As if on cue Chris came through with superior knowledge of his buddies’s schedule. <br><br>“I’ll give him a call in a bit. What time is it out there?” <br><br>“It’ll be coming up to 10pm on the East Coast.” Ian answered as the smell of bacon tempted him from his room. He looked in considerably better shape than the other two, already dressed in a smart suit, complete with tie. <br><br>“Oh don’t tell me you’ve set some meeting up here? We’re supposed to be on vacation.” Will sounded exasperated but in truth he wasn’t even a little surprised. Ian had the sort of go-getter attitude that ensured he was going to be adding to the family fortune rather than just leaching money away from it. <br><br>“Of course I’ve got a meeting set up… Descherwitz and Caan are here, I’m not gonna let them slip away from me, you have any idea how much one of their <strong>junior</strong> associates makes? We’re talking high six figures just for filing damn legal briefs.” Ian grinned at the other two who simply rolled their eyes as he took a cup of coffee and nibbled delicately on his roll. <br><br>“Yeah but you don’t need the money do you? Why do you bother?” Chris had sat on the sofa that looked out at the incredible vista of the man-made waterfalls. <br><br>“No I don’t need the money, but being somewhere like that I could get on the fast track and be trying cases within two years. Most other firms would have me pushing paper around for at least four. Not everyone is happy to just drink, snort and fuck their money away you know.” The jibe sounded harsh but it was just part of the good-natured ribbing that all four men enjoyed. <br><br>“Well I’m more than happy to do just that, and plenty of it.” Will said with a smirk as he finished his roll, took a slurp of orange juice and made his way back to his room. “Oh and don’t forget gambling, that’s fun too.” He called over his shoulder as he grabbed some black jeans and a blue and green silk shirt, changing quickly. “Speaking of which, I think I’m gonna hit the poker room. Care to join me Chris? Or do you have more snuggling to do?” He poked his tongue out and ducked the pillow that was thrown his way. <br><br>“Poker could be good, my Blackjack luck was shit out last night, be nice to mix it up a bit.” <br><br>“Ok, well I’m guessing you’d be better received if you put some clothes on…” Another smirk and another pillow dodged. <br><br>“See you at the tables.” Will was antsy to get started, he’d got the itch again for whatever reason. “Have fun with your meeting, lawyer boy.” He made sharp shooters at Ian and pushed the door of the suite open, heading out at a brisk walk. <br><br>Three hours later he had a big smile on his face. The cards kept coming, this time he had a high pocket pair, but played it modestly. No point in letting all the fish wriggle off the line early on, he wanted to keep them hooked and then gut them on the river bed. The hand played out just as he had planned it and he tipped the dealer generously. Deciding he wanted to sample some of the other delights he laughed as the table applauded when he stood up.<br><br>“Appreciating a fine player or just glad to see the back of me?” He smirked and didn’t wait for any replies, moving over to the bar. Perhaps he would check out the dance club now. Where had Chris got to? He’d never shown at the poker tables. Flicking open his phone he hit speed dial three and after a few seconds of ringing was greeted by heavy pants and the occasional groan. “Well that explains that.” He mused aloud. “You wanna check the dance club out or are you too busy looking after your dick?” Chris chuckled deeply and said he could use the break actually, he’d be there in ten. “Sure, just like you’d meed me at the tables eh?” Will laughed too and hung up. <br><br>A particularly stunning cocktail waitress walked past him and he ran a hand over her back, squeezing the cheeks of her ass and winking when she turned to smile at him. “Which way to this dance club hot stuff?” He asked with a small grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nexus (fantasy) Island (Sarcyn &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 20:31:26</strong>
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				After her whistle-stop tour of the main casino floor Mr Howard deposited Isabella at one of the numerous hospitality desks with instructions to wait for her supervisor. Before he left Mr Howard wished Isabella well and she thought she caught a glimpse of compassion in his dark brown eyes. When the moment was passed she didn’t know if she’d just imagined it and watched his bulky frame ambling away across the main floor, returning shouted greetings from various customers with a bright smile and a wave.<br>The hospitality desks catered for all customer desires that weren’t immediately available elsewhere on the resort – wanted a more intimate experience with one of the blackjack dealers? Hospitality would arrange it. Needed an 18 seat limo to tour the island with, hospitality would organise it at a moments notice. Of course some of the staff didn’t need to be ‘booked’ as it were, sadly for Isabella waitresses fell into this category. If a resident so desired they could literally throw her over their shoulder and manhandle her up to their room and do pretty much whatever they wanted with her.<br>“It could be worse.” Said the blonde busty hospitality clerk who Isabella had been chatting to.<br>“How the hell could it be <em>worse</em>?” Isabella replied, rather incensed at how she could potentially be treated. The clerk, whose name badge read Tamina returned an understanding smile and rubbed Isabella’s arm encouragingly. <br>“It really could be a lot worse. Look over there.” She pointed towards the main entrance, a marble floored, high ceilinged reception area stretched out towards the gold trimmed archway that led into the blazing sunshine that blessed Nexus Island all year round. Isabella searched the steady stream of customers, for the most part laughing and smiling as they made their leisurely way in and out of the casino floor. Isabella was just about to ask what Tamina meant when her eyes alit on a slight, miserable looking girl dressed in red and black striped hotpants, a similarly coloured short polyester jacket over a frilly cuffed white shirt and a chauffeur’s cap with the Howard Resort emblem affixed over the same striped pattern. She was struggling to keep up with an elegantly dressed woman and her husband whilst carrying four large suitcases that she’d manage to precariously distribute between hands and arms. A downcast customer, presumably losing that day strolled past the girl and suddenly shoved her, knocking the poor girl into the wall where she crumpled to the floor beneath a mountain of heavy cases.<br>“Why the hell did he do that?” Isabella demanded, quite distraught for the unfortunate girl.<br>“Because she’s a bellgirl…” Tamina replied as she searched for the right words to explain it. “We’re all indentured here, Howard Resort owns us and by extension the customers own us, as long as they can pay. Whilst people are free to do <em>that</em>.” She said, indicating the rather callous way the man had knocked the bellgirl off her feet. “To you, or me, it’s not encouraged and carries a charge like everything else. Bellgirls don’t carry any charge, for anything. They don’t get paid either, so she’ll be stuck here unless she can get promoted, which is unlikely.” Isabella’s indignant scowl told Tamina she wasn’t convinced. With a sigh Tamina went on.<br>“A lot of people lose money here. They all come in happy and some stay that way – those that don’t gamble over their means – but most end up losing, and losing makes people frustrated. On an island where customers can do whatever they like to the staff it would be kinda dangerous for us to be around them when they’re like that. So that’s what bellgirls are for. To bear the brunt of customers frustrations.” She said in her lively tone, wearing a satisfied smile at her concise explanation. She went on, “They can do what they like to her without worry of running up further bills. It eases things, stops them getting into debt, like you did, and lets us go about our jobs without worrying that someone is going to do something rash.” Tamina had finished her explanation but Isabella was having a hard time accepting it.<br>“But who would want to abuse such an unhappy girl?” Isabella asked.<br>“Well she’s meant to be smiling and bubbly, I should really report her for wearing such a gloomy expression but I’m sure security already spotted her on camera. She will face a rather harsh punishment for letting her feelings slip out like that.”<br>Isabella’s heart went out to the girl as she struggled past with the suitcases. As her rear profile came into view Isabella’s mouth dropped open in exasperation. On the seat of her shorts was the white outline of a hand with the words “slap me for luck!” written above it.<br>“How horribly tacky…” Isabella murmured after the initial shock had subsided. The girl grunted and strained her way past a blackjack table, receiving a hearty smack on the rump from each of the players. Tamina smiled softly and said “It’s meant to be light hearted, gives the customers a laugh, puts them at ease with their surroundings so that they won’t worry about losing so much. You’ll get used to things like that. You know you really need to focus your energy on the <em>customers</em> instead of the injustices around the place. This is Nexus Island, no such things as injustice here.” Tamina scrutinised Isabella’s torso before leaning her double D’s over the desk and looking down at Isabella’s hips. “A waitress is only one job up from bellgirl you know, if it wasn’t for your J-lo booty you would be one too and if you get demoted you <em>will</em> end up just like her.”<br>Isabella’s back stiffened and suddenly her concern for the bellgirl dissolved into a guilty gratitude that it was her and not Isabella.<br><br>Eventually Isabella’s supervisor arrived, a long legged Brazillian woman named Marta. She had straight jet black hair, dark olive skin and an elegant but short blue business skirt and matching jacket.<br>“Isabella?” She inquired rather sternly, her heavily accented English made it sound like Is’bella.<br>“Yea… that’s me...” Isabella replied uncertainly, cringing slightly at the prospect of getting to work. The bright lights, bustle and noise level made her hangover seem worse. Her mouth was dry and her face was hot, a thin sheen of sweat coated her brow.<br>“Come come. Time wasting.” The lady said and clicked her fingers before turning and moving off at a brisk pace. Her tall heels made muted clacks against the stone, carpeted floor.<br>Isabella looked at Tamina who nodded her head urgently towards Marta’s back. Isabella stumbled after her, having trouble walking properly on her own six inch heels.<br><br>Marta spoke quickly as she took Isabella on a longer but swifter tour of the casino floor and the Blue Lagoona. The new waitress struggled to take everything in, there were so many instructions and caveats – things she should do, things she had to do and things she should avoid doing when dealing with customers. Be friendly but not encouraging, be attentive but not interfering, when propositioned try to direct customers towards one of the hostesses but make sure she doesn’t appear to be <em>dis</em>couraging them. Go with them if they insist but try to stay with them for more than an hour – Isabella’s time was billed by the hour and rounded up – don’t ever say ‘no’ to anyone, about anything. <br>Isabella was bamboozled, her depleted serotonin caused by the drugs she’d taken the night before made every sentence hard work to process and every step was an effort. She kept her mouth shut though, Marta didn’t look like the kind of person to wait for her and patiently answer numerous queries.<br>“You won’t be use much for sex.” Marta explained rather bluntly. “Many girl are much better, advertised everywhere, if customer want sex they go to them. You wait on them and serve them unless they asking otherwise.” It came out as ‘udderwise’ and Isabella stifled a smirk. Marta stopped and rounded on Isabella furiously, then she frowned and seemed to be looking at her for the first.<br>“Hmph. Pretty eyes.” She complimented offhandedly before her brow creased further and she resumed her businesslike approach. “Now. Listen well. You do not, I repeat <em>do</em>. <em>Not</em>, proposition guests. If you want pay your debt, work hard and get promote. You waitress not hostess, don’t getting greedy for tips.” <br>As it turned out food and drink on the main casino floor was complimentary. There was no charge whatsoever for anything Isabella would be serving.<br>“Encourages customer to stay and spend bigger money on other things.” Marta declared.<br>&nbsp;No charge essentially meant no tip, culture having dictated for an age that waitress tips were added to a <em>bill</em>. Even with Howard Resorts mostly cashless system guests still had to sign for things that carried a charge with a handy box positioned before the signature for writing in the tip. This practically ensured Isabella would be receiving no tips for her work and the interest on her debt would be rocketing up while she slaved away for next to nothing – her standard wage was a pathetic $20 a week after bed and board was subtracted.<br><br>The tour continued at an even brisker pace, Isabella gave up on trying to decipher Marta’s broken English and looked around the bright lively casino floor as they trotted swiftly along. The vast hall was far from repetitive, everywhere she looked there was something different. Themed areas where the décor completely changed to imitate an Arabic bazaar or a traditional Japanese home along with countless others seamlessly flowing together in a couple of short steps. <br>The traditional one armed bandits, roulette, blackjack and poker tables were all present yet weren’t as omnipresent as in other casino’s she’d been in. Instead, between the spaced out standard gambling fair were imaginative and inventive games for people to spend money on. Most were downright degrading in Isabella’s opinion. <br>Mud wrestling rings where customers bet on very short matches – the first girl to be tossed off her feet into the thick squelchy substance would signal the end of the match. Similar rings with hot oil wrestling varied the idea. There was another game where five girls lined up on a low platform beneath numbered boxes, when the dealer had taken bets the boxes would tip forward one by one, depositing all manner of gooey, sticky, slimy or wet substances onto them. Different odds were given for different substances, water being the most common and lowest paid. A player had to match the substance <em>and</em> the girl to win. <br>Elsewhere they even had the carnival favourite, a dunktank game yet Isabella only saw one of these; simple 2-1 odds for dunking the girl presumably wasn’t that attractive for the highly speculative clientele. There was even a 1950’s America themed area with a game mimicking the Marilyn Monroe movie ‘The Seven Year Itch’. A girl would stand above a grating and players would bet what kind of underwear she was wearing before a fan blew up her dress. A gold coloured, diamond studded bikini thong was the rarest and highest paid result. Isabella mildly wondered how much <em>those</em> girls got paid.<br><br>Soon enough she was put to work and tasked with visiting players in a certain area and asking if they wanted food or drink. She wasn’t to ask them anything else, there were hostesses to do that she was told. She would work there for two hours then move to The Blue Lagoona to provide a similar service.<br>Tottering between the backs of boisterous and enthusiastic players Isabella carried a tray laden with cocktails and bar snacks as she angled towards the guests who’d ordered them. Edging sideways past one individual she suddenly felt a hand on her back and tensed up. It slid down and gripped her behind before fingers squeezed into the soft pliable flesh beneath the smooth shimmering surface of her skirt. Isabella forced her lips into a wholly disingenuous smile and turned towards him.<br><br><em>“Which way to this dance club hot stuff?”</em><br><br>The cocky self satisfied smirk that he wore made Isabella want to punch him, she’d done worse to men who’d taken liberties with her body but she remembered the bellgirl and took a deep breath to calm her nerves before directing him the short distance to the club.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nexus (fantasy) Island (Sarcyn &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 17:53:04</strong>
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				Will’s smile only grew wider as he realised the cocktail waitress was the woman he’d seen partying so hard the other night. So she had got herself in too deep, that was interesting. He would definitely enjoy getting to know her a little better now she’d be around. The hostess had indicated that sex with the waitresses was generally discouraged since there were plenty of other positions that had servicing clients sexually as their main job focus. That being said, he knew as well as any rich kid that money talked and he was sure that if he wanted to have her become his personal concubine there would be a price that would see his request fulfilled. Still, he’d only been here a little while and so he was in no rush to get tied down to one woman. <br><br>Following her directions to the club he walked in and smiled again as he saw the amount of fine female flesh on display, writhing, bumping and grinding to the latest hip hop beat. He made his way through the crowd, brushing past more than a few fine rear ends before he reached the velvet rope of the VIP section. He would dance, but first he wanted to relax with a drink, enjoy the view and wait for his buddy. About 15 minutes later he saw Chris make his way through the crowd, trailing more than a few women being drawn along in his wake. His impressive frame always drew the females in but for the moment he made no attempt to contact any of them. He grinned at the bouncer to the VIP section who stopped the pouting women in their tracks as he joined Will on the leather sofa. <br><br>“Sorry about earlier dude, got kinda caught up with something.” Chris had the world’s biggest shit-eating grin on his face and Will just nodded with a small smirk. He hadn’t come here to only hang out with his friends but it did irk him slightly that they seemed to be getting more action than him. He was the one who had come here to get over a girl after all and he was yet to get his dick wet. That was going to change tonight though, and he let his eyes wander over the sea of writhing bodies, carefully assessing each roll of the hips and sway of an ass to choose his prey. There were plenty of impressive talent on display but for some reason he couldn’t shake the image of that cocktail waitress. There was something about the look in her eyes after he’d squeezed her butt that indicated she would be a feisty one. When you could have virtually any woman you desired, as Will could thanks to his money, then you started to desire the few unreachables.<br><br>Chris leant in to his ear and spoke above the music “So we’re on the prowl tonight hey bud? You definitely need to get laid man, a good hard fuck or five and you’ll forget all about that bitch.” Will simply nodded, eyes still glued to the swarming mass of flesh on the dance floor. The women were all wearing either skimpy dresses or barely-there skirts and halter tops. He appreciated the sights of naked flesh just as much as any other guy but none of the females had anything about them that put them above the rest. None of them had that spark, that something special that grabbed Will’s interest and got him excited. He honestly looked a little bored. <br><br>“On second thought mate I’m not sure I’m in the mood for this… how about we check out some of those casino games? This place has some different gambling experiences from what I can tell.” Will downed the rest of the complimentary champagne that he’d been given on entering the VIP area and jerked his thumb back in the direction of the odd setups involving dunk tanks and wrestling. <br><br>“Sure, I think the ‘hospitality staff’ are mostly out on the floor too.” Chris winked as he knew well enough that the hospitality staff were the ones that were more open to getting intimate with customers. Little did he know that Will had pretty much decided on his target for the night. Damn the rules, he was going to bed that cocktail waitress if he had to damn well buy her contract from the casino! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nexus (fantasy) Island (Sarcyn &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 10:28:58</strong>
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				Isabella took a glance at her indenture contract while she sat at the silver trimmed mirrored bar that had become her service stop, waiting for Suki, the bartender to prepare her next order. She scanned through the incomprehensible legal jargon that made her head pound if she focused on it for too long and sought out the cold hard figures.<br><em>’Interest on loans will be charged at 12%APR’</em> she read to herself. At least the rate was kind of reasonable, she thought, rather surprised at Howard Resort’s decency. Reading it was the first good thing that’d happened to her since waking up with a thumping pain in her head and an angry hospitality manager at her door that morning. For the first time a little glimmer of hope flared in her as she reached over the bar and felt around for the calculator on the lower shelf.<br><br>Isabella was a student, <em>had been</em> a student, studying fine art – most said it was a nonsense degree, something to do to avoid getting a job that offered little prospects when it was done. Isabella tended to agree with them but had enjoyed her first year. She’d been working the cruise ship to earn a little cash for the next year’s expenses and had been rather impressed with herself for finding a job that meant she didn’t have to fork up rent over the summer months. She’d wished she’d just taken the job at Nando’s now. <br><br>Struggling to figure out how to work out 12% of $7.5m she tapped in a few things that just looked so wrong before her elementary maths lessons started to peek through the fog of her hangover.<br><em>’Right, so $7,564,978.86, divide by 100, then times by 12…’</em>, she punched it in and was greeted with a smaller, but still rather enormous figure. She avoided reading it out in full – that would be the yearly figure, probably a higher salary than she could ever hope to achieve. <br><em>’Divide that by 365 days per year gives…’</em> she blinked at the calculator, the figure didn’t look too bad at all. <br><br>‘2487.11633’<br><br>“So $2487.11, that’s what I need to earn per day to get out of here.” She said, flicking a glance across to the Suki who was still mixing her drinks. She frowned down at the figure uncertain and ran the calculation again. It showed the same amount. Granted it was a rather extravagant expectation for daily earnings anywhere else in the world, but in Howard Resort, she’d seen casino dealers being slipped a thousand dollar chips as a casual tip a number of times in her short time working here.<br>Isabella sat back and smiled happily. <br>“I just need to get a decent job and earn some good tips and I’ll be out of here in a year!” She announced as her tray was filled with all manner of colourful, exotic cocktails. The bartender raised an eyebrow at her as she proceeded to garnish the drinks with cherries and little umbrellas.<br>“I think you might be missing something dear, that’s just the <em>interest</em>.” She replied with a compassionate smile.<br>Isabella groaned and sank her head into her hands, “Two and a half grand per day <em>just</em> to keep myself from running up <em>even</em> more debt…” She pouted miserably as she slid the tray back onto her hand, carefully finding the centre before hefting it up onto her shoulder with considerable effort. Taking a delicate step she wobbled slightly and fought to balance the heavy load. The ridiculously tall, thin heeled strappy red shoes made it more of an endurance exercise than a waitressing job, she thought as she tottered unsteadily among the myriad gaming stations, trying desperately to remember where the order had come from.<br><br>Isabella was already on her final warning, she’d dropped a similarly loaded tray after an enthusiastic winner had leapt to his feet and startled her, the tray overbalancing and tipping vertical, pouring the contents of the crystal glasses onto the backs of a group of customers on the other side of the narrow lane between games. The customers had been fine, aside from receiving multicoloured stains on their expensive clothes but the crystal glassware had shattered on the carpeted floor earning Isabella a harsh talking to and another $1,500 towards her debt.<br>The second time she’d simply dropped it, the tiny area on the base of her slender stiletto was unforgiving and refused to support her if she didn’t walk properly. Her foot had splayed out to the side and she’d dropped another tray of drinks onto the carpet. Thankfully no customers were involved but she’d be billed for the glasses and had been told by a furious Marta that one more screw up would result in her being demoted. Marta didn’t need to remind Isabella that the only job below hers was the unfortunate role of bellgirl. <br>Isabella shuddered at the thought and very nearly lost her tray again as she carefully placed one pointed heel in front of the other. Her feet were sore from the tight straps, her toes were crushed against the inside of her steep shoes, her head just wouldn’t stop pounding and her bum was sore from the liberal slaps it received from excited customers. Those issues coupled with the reality of the debt she was facing made Isabella a very unhappy bunny indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nexus (fantasy) Island (Sarcyn &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 02:36:45</strong>
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				The two men drew more than a few looks as they swaggered out of the club, many of the women who had been bumping and grinding wore pouts of disappointment as they saw the clear cash cows leave. A few even tried to follow but Will and Chris clearly had eyes for none of them and moved swiftly through the crowds. Reaching one of the mud wrestling pits they spent a few moments gambling away some of the cash that had been gifted to them their entire lives. The matches were never very long and didn’t involve much excitement beyond the obvious thrill of seeing two women grapple each other and get rather messy. Will kept glancing about hoping to catch sight of the waitress from earlier but again and again he was disappointed. <br><br>Having tired quickly of the mud wrestling they moved to one of the games where women were faced with buckets containing all manner of goo and slime hovering above them. Will wondered what exactly might be in some of the buckets and for a moment he chucked inwardly at the thought of paying one of the ‘dealers’ of the game to switch out the contents. The look on some poor girl’s face as she was covered in spunk, or piss, would be truly gratifying and surely a way to drive home the lesson about not gambling what you couldn’t afford to lose. Though he supposed that being forced into a life of slavery probably did a pretty good job of enforcing that lesson already. <br><br>This game held their attention for a bit longer, the different implications were engaging and it was fun seeing the girl’s reactions when they were covered in green goo or blue slime. They wore skimpy bikinis but not one of them had the sort of figure that Will found sexy, they were mostly runway-model thin and even the few curvy girls didn’t have that special something that he was looking for. After about another hour he once again found his gaze roaming the floor looking for that waitress, he just couldn’t shift her from his mind. He noticed that there was a large crowd gathered around one particular pit and tapping Chris on the shoulder he told his friend he was going to check it out. Chris was way too engaged in the dumping game to care all that much and he just nodded, giving Will a small smile of encouragement. <br><br>Forcing his way to a good view of events Will was taken aback by the events that had drawn such a crowd. It looked like there was some form of contest going on between a very nervous looking young girl, seemingly a guest, and one of the blackjack dealers, though he had arrived too late to fully understand all the details. As he watched the people around him started bidding, with lewd comments thrown in for good measure too. He was almost tempted to bid, as it seemed whichever of the attractive women garnered the highest bid would be given to the winning bidder. How exactly a guest had become involved in this he was unsure. Stepping around to get a closer look he careened into a girl carrying a tray.<br><br>The drinks went flying, somehow missing everyone in the crowd and he heard the girl curse loudly. Surprised at the conduct of one of the always professional staff he looked down at the recovering waitress brought a wide eyed smirk to his face. It was her. The waitress he had been chasing all evening, and she looked ready to cry. Stepping forward and offering her a hand up he schooled his face and feigned concern. “What’s wrong honey? Surely everyone drops some drinks now and then…” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nexus (fantasy) Island (Sarcyn &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 20:46:50</strong>
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				“Not as often as me…” Isabella managed to choke out as tears welled up. She stumbled as he helped her up, almost unbalancing on one heel and once recovered began fanning her face with her hands while she looked around in a panic trying to locate the scattered glasses and bowls. <br>“I was on my final warning.” She said as she carefully crouched down and retrieved her large circular tray. She glanced up at the guest she’d bumped into for the first time, she didn’t recognise him as the man who’d copped a feel of her butt earlier in the day and saw only compassion written on his handsome features. Her strained nerves settled a little and she smiled softly at the man. Maybe she’d finally met someone at Howard Resort who wasn’t a complete jerk. Suddenly she remembered herself and looked around frantically in search of the evidence of her most recent collision, flicking the occasional anxious glance up at the nearest security camera. She prayed she’d get away with it.<br><br>After collecting up the now empty glasses and snack bowls and rearranging them on her tray Isabella’s emotions had calmed and she wasn’t in danger of bursting out in tears anymore, although she still felt shaky and unsteady. This manifested itself how it usually did with Isabella, via indignant anger. She’d been trying her absolute best to look where she was going whilst tottering around on the six inch heels with the obscenely sized tray balanced on her palm and shoulder. So what if this guy looked decent, he had still just appeared out of no where and stepped right into her, possibly costing her her job. She kept her back to him and took a deep calming breath, it didn’t have the desired effect but gave her brain a bit of oxygen with which to think sensibly. She certainly wouldn’t get away with it if she chewed him a new one and brought even more attention on herself and so she set her jaw before turning to him.<br>“I am very sorry honoured guest.” She managed to say through clenched teeth, casting her eyes down to his feet. “Can I get you anything?” She looked up again and felt her heart melt by his charismatic good looks.<br>It was then that Isabella noticed a furious looking Marta storming towards her across the casino floor, accompanied by a huge brute of a man who stood head and shoulders above the collection of guests and other ‘employees’. Isabella ducked her head down into the man’s chest and gripped onto his lapel with her free hand.<br>“Sorry! It’s my boss!” She squeaked. Her anger had dissolved in an instant to be replaced by a deep guttural fear. She buried her head deeper into his chest and screwed up her eyes, tears were squeezed out which traced a clear line through her extensive make-up.<br><br>The pair had spotted her though, it was useless to hide and the control room could see her clearly on their monitors anyway. They were relaying the information via an earpiece to the giant of a security guard that strode rather placidly alongside the irate floor manager.<br>They covered the distance in a few moments and thick fingers twisted into Isabella’s dark hair. Wrapping her long locks around his hand the giant lifted her tray free with the other before turning and walking back the way he came, hauling Isabella along with him. Her fingers gripped onto his as she tried to prize her hair out of his grip whilst fighting to keep herself upright on her heels. She was half dragged half lead quite swiftly across the casino floor, the man she’d collided with receding rapidly into the distance.<br><br>Marta stayed behind to speak to Will.<br>“I do apol’gise Mr Ayris sir. She’s new. It won’ ‘appen again you can be sure of that.” She smiled warmly at him, displaying a completely different face than the one she used with Isabella and her other underlings.<br>“Please, take this complimentary voucher for the inconvenience.” She sounded it like ‘vousher’ and handed him a card with various items listed that could be claimed on the house. Included were V.I.P lapdance from any employee, luxury massage with same distinction and a number of other more mundane casino related items. The first two had stars by them, indicating in Howard Resorts semi discrete way that they included sexual services.<br>“I hope this will make up for the disturbance.” Marta added, keen to keep the high roller sweet whilst outrageously angling for a tip.<br><br><br>After being rather unpleasantly stripped of her waitress uniform, demoted and quickly sent back out to the casino floor in her new role Isabella found herself trussed up in the humiliating bellgirls outfit, complete with ultra short hot pants with the ridiculous white palm print on the seat bearing a different but equally ridiculous catch phrase that read <em>Smack me if you’re horny!</em>.<br>She was cleaning up the central arena area after the earlier game. The dealer had won but the nervous girl had earned the highest bid and had been lead off, rather apprehensively, by a very happy middle aged balding man. Isabella herself had managed to avoid any unpleasantness so far but a quick glance at one of the tills informed her she’d only been a bellgirl for twenty minutes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nexus (fantasy) Island (Sarcyn &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 22:02:07</strong>
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				Will felt his heart go out to her as she seemed so distraught at having dropped the tray and he was about to offer to speak to her boss when the woman showed up with the huge security guy. He barely had time to enjoy the sensation of the waitress nuzzling into him in order to hide before she was marched away and when the heavily accented manager started simpering in apology he snatched the voucher from her hand, giving her a disgusted look. <br><br>“It really wasn’t a problem, I do hope that the girl won’t be punished. I ran into her.” He knew that his explanation was likely to go unnoticed, that the management structure at this resort was designed to keep the underlings in lowly roles and make it extremely hard for anyone to climb the ladder and earn their way out of slavery. He dismissed the manageress with a wave of his hand and turned away from the casino floor, heading for a quiet little bar he’d passed several times since arriving. It was an odd little place, hidden in plain sight really, and he’d wondered why it was so quiet all the time. One look at the menu explained it. The prices were truly ridiculous. People paid less for steak dinners than the cost of one drink here, but luckily for Will money wasn’t a concern. Ordering a double scotch he settled in one of the large plush leather seats to ponder recent events. <br><br>The trip wasn’t quite panning out as he’d planned and he couldn’t shake the thought that he’d been a major factor in making that hot young thing’s life rather miserable. He’d not even looked at the voucher that had been offered by way of apology but pulled it out to glance over. The list made him smile a little, amazed at the crude way in which they were offering to make up for the ‘mistake’ earlier. He shrugged and tucked the voucher back into his pocket before realising something and tugging it back out. He looked at the top two items again. Yes, they read “from any employee” - a fact he could easily take advantage of. <br><br>Downing the rest of his scotch he got to his feet and moved back onto the floor. It didn’t take him long to find the crass woman who had been angling for a tip despite tripping over herself to apologise. He fished the voucher out and explained that he had decided on what he wanted. “I will have my VIP lap-dance in my suite and with the woman who’s tray I knocked over. I expect her to be at my room within the hour.” Turning and walking away without giving her the chance to object or try and convince him otherwise he strode confidently through the casino back to his suite. On the way he passed the pit where Chris was still enjoying the delights of the ‘dumping’ game with the girls getting covered in all manner of liquids. <br><br>“Hey mate, listen I’m going to want the suite to myself tonight. Find somewhere else to be yeah?” Chris looked at Will in shock for a moment but then broke into a wide smile and nodded. Quick phone calls to the other two guys and Will had the suite entirely to himself for the whole night. He was going to enjoy this evening, he knew that for sure. Unlocking the door he slipped inside, glad to see that the suite was in pretty good shape. Checking his bedside cabinet to make sure he had plenty of condoms, lube and the few toys he always brought with him on holiday he smiled to himself again before moving back into the living area and dropping on to the couch. Flicking through the TV he checked to see what pay per view adult movies were available, his mind racing with the possibilities of what he would have the girl do once she arrived. <br><br>Finding a racy flick featuring a stacked blonde he shifted to get more comfortable on the sofa, his hand slipping down into his boxers and resting against his slowly hardening cock. There was no pretence here, he was under no illusions as to how the night would go and didn’t see a reason to be coy. As the girl on screen spouted filth while she was pounded from behind he waited for his own personal entertainment to arrive.
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