Inside the small security booth known on site as SEC-3B, three large computer monitors flickered periodically, arranged in a gentle arc in front of me. Each one was split into smaller screens for a total of twelve squares, each showing a different angle of the cabanas. The room was known to the other staff as Cabana Cam, and I was pleased to be there; it had to be better than handing out water bottles and watching women cum for Yorgos.
“If anything happens, just press the big red button on the intercom.” Mara had said before leaving me to it. “You’ll be put straight through to security. Let them know what’s happening and they’ll deal with it as appropriate.” I must have looked nervous, for she smiled sympathetically. “Don’t worry. People are here to have a good time, not cause problems. And you have my cell number if you need it. Anyway, it’s turnover day, so most people have checked out. Trust me; your biggest enemy is going to be boredom. But that;s the way we like it.”
In the hour since I’d been left alone, the only movement was a lone man reading a book on screen four, his feet dangling in his small private pool; a couple asleep on a daybed on screen six, their chests rising and falling in sync; and the water lapping the tile at the edge of screen eleven.
Mara was right; it was boring.
I shifted in the chair, its plastic surface sticking slightly to the backs of my thighs. The cams were silent, and the only sound in the space was the low hum of the computer fans, making my eyelids feel heavy. I was considering pouring myself another coffee when I saw them.
The two redheads from the yoga class, making their way to Cabana Twelve. Their bikinis were ridiculously small; tiny triangles of fabric that barely contained their breasts; the kind of breasts that would have been spilling out of even a modest bikini. The bottoms were equally minimal, low-cut g-strings that sat on their wide hips, accentuating their hourglass figures. Their skin was pale, luminous against the bright sun, contrasting sharply with their fiery red hair, and they moved with a confident, easy sway.
Behind them was a guy I recognized from the rapids earlier that day, floating on his own in a rubber ring. Now, they were pushing him down onto the edge of the daybed, following him down and flanking him on either side.
During the yoga, I’d assumed the two women were sisters, or maybe even twins, but now, watching the way they laughed and giggled and touched, I wasn’t so sure. The man said something that made one of the women shove him playfully, and the other leaned in and whispered something in his ear, her hand resting high on his thigh.
I leaned forward, moving closer to the screen, my elbows propped up by the cool surface of the console, continuing to watch as the playful shoving and whispering gave way to a more deliberate kind of touching. Her hand slid further up his thigh, her fingers traced the edges of his swimwear. The other woman, not to be outdone, climbed on top of him, pressing her breasts into his face and sticking her ass up in the air. She began to kiss his neck, leaving little glistening patches on his skin.
A flush crept up my neck and warmed my cheeks.
Should I be watching this? I wondered. The woman straddling him had her butt pointed upward, directly at the camera. Her swimsuit was so tiny that I could see the outline of her lips. I wasn’t sure I wanted to look, but at the same time I wasn’t sure I could look away. I was still reassuring myself that this was normal when the two women looked at each other, grinned, and tugged at the string of his swim trunks. It loosened easily, and together they pulled his shorts down enough to free him.
Fuck.
His cock was hard and throbbing and within seconds it was glistening with their shared saliva as they began to kiss and lick it. The man had his hands tangled in their hair, guiding them, his head thrown back, his mouth open. I leaned a little closer to the screen, feeling my breasts press against the desk, becoming aware of how hard my own nipples were. I was struck with a sudden image; another member of staff walking into SEC-3B and finding my grinding on the edge of my chair while I watched two thick redheads give a sloppy blowjob. The image filled me with fear and embarrassment, and it was enough to finally galvanise me into action.
“Hello?” Mara answered after only a few rings. Her voice was crisp and efficient, as always.
“Hi, Mara, it’s Sarah. Sorry to bother you…”
“No, it’s okay….” There was a hint of concern in her voice. “You’re on Cabana Cam duty, aren’t you? Is everything alright?”
“I think so,” I stammered, my eyes still glued to the screen. On it, one of the women was lightly slapping his cock against her tongue while the other woman pressed her fingers into herself. “Actually, I’m not sure. It’s about Cabana Five. There are…some guests. They’re…they’re engaging in…” I cleared my throat, suddenly humiliated that I had to tell my boss what I had been watching. “Sexual activity.”
“Oh.” There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Are they hurting anyone?”
“Oh, no,” I said, slightly taken aback. “No, nothing like that.”
“Are they in one of the private areas?”
“Yes. Well, no. Sort of,” I said, feeling flustered. “I mean, I can see them on the camera, so it’s not that private. But yeah, they are on the daybed thing.”
I watched as the two women slowly lifted their breasts out of their bikinis and began to rub them against him. Their boobs were even bigger than they looked in the fabric, and their nipples were already hard. One of them lifted her breasts into his mouth and he sucked her nipple gratefully.
“Well, the rule is, if they’re not hurting anyone and they’re not causing a public disturbance, we let them be. Our job is to make sure our guests have a good time, whatever that looks like for them. And it sounds like they might be having a good time.” She chuckled. “Just…keep an eye on it. Make sure it doesn’t get out of hand. Otherwise, just…observe.”
“Out of hand?” I said, unable to keep the shock out of my voice. “They’re…sucking him!”
“If it makes you uncomfortable, I can call Toby and switch your duties. It’s no big deal.”
I fell silent for a moment, watching the women gyrate for him.
“To be honest…” Mara continued. “This sort of thing happens here. A lot. We are not a sex resort per say, but we are adults only. That means it comes with the territory.”
“I get it,” I said, watching as one of the women slowly licked the length of his cock, his head tilting backwards. She smiled at the other women and they switched positions. “But don’t they see the cameras?”
“Yes,” Mara said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “I’m sure they do.” There was a pause. “I imagine it’s adding a certain je ne sais quoi to their activities.”
My cheeks burned hotter. “Yeah,” I said. “That makes sense.”
Mara laughed suddenly. “We’ve seen worse, I assure you.”
“Worse?”
“Much worse.”
“Okay,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “It’s cool. I got this.”
“Thanks Sarah. You did the right thing. Any other problems, please let me know.”
I put my phone down, and turned my attention back to the screen. The man was close now, his movements jerky and erratic. The redheads were working together, their lips touching, each one taking one side of his shaft, licking and kissing and sucking, cupping his balls and gently massaging them. I continued to watch them, trying to tell myself I wasn’t enjoying it, that I wasn’t waiting for for more, that I wasn’t hoping he would lay them down beside each other and take turns fucking them, that I wasn’t going to be thinking about this later that night in bed.
The man bit his lip, trusting upward, his whole body tensing, and then he was cumming; rope after rope of it shooting up into the air, the two women giggling as it landed across their faces and breasts. For a moment, he was forgotten, the two of them kissing each other passionately as the ropes continued to come.
The man sagged back against the cushions, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, while the two women lingered over him, smiling to themselves, their fingers still tracing idle, possessive patterns across his stomach and thighs. One of them glanced up, straight toward the camera, and I froze, certain she could see me, certain she knew. She didn’t look away. She just smiled faintly, then leaned in and kissed the other woman, slow and unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world.
I leaned back in my chair, the plastic creaking under my weight, and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Outside, the lagoon glittered in the afternoon sun, calm and indifferent.
Loved this part so much. Amazing job acorn