The Hard Body's Continuing Education Ch. 01

Miles was righting his large, stocky frame after apparently stumbling against a bar stool. Cori hadn't seen the collision, but there was no doubt in her mind that Miles, either drunk or acting stupid or both, had crashed into Gerald -- either intentionally or not -- and knocked her new friend over. Now, Gerald was being berated by the angry trio, who had been looking for trouble -- either in the form of a fight or pussy -- all day.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!" Miles shouted, pointing his finger at Gerald, who was already apologizing profusely and reaching out to help Miles up. Miles slapped his hand away and raised his fist as if to hit Gerald, who quickly backpedaled, palms up.

"He's scared of you," the man whose name Cori didn't know yet said.

"He oughta be," Miles sneered. "Watch out, you piece of shit, or I'll make the right side of your face look as bad as the left." He was referring to Gerald's scar, a particularly mean and hurtful comment that enraged Cori. Gerald, on the other hand, showed great restraint and retreated, assuring the men that their drinks for the evening were on the house. Cori knew full well that he, Gerald, would most likely have to cover the cost of those drinks -- which would probably be more than his pay for the day. Her heart ached for him while her guts seethed with anger toward the men at the bar. How could people be so cruel?

Gerald made his way toward her, quickly shaking off the encounter and putting a smile on his face. Cori realized that would be short-lived. Miles, Sam and the other guy were all watching Gerald -- and had spotted Cori. Now they were both in the cross-hairs.

"Are you OK?" Cori asked as Gerald greeted her and sat down at her table. "Those guys are jerks."

"I'm fine," Gerald assured her with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I deal with those types all the time."

"Well, they don't have a right to treat people like that."

"They have enough money, no one stops them," Gerald said. "Those three come here all the time. Always causing trouble -- nothing serious, just being rude and loud. And we get complaints about them harassing women."

"Been there," Cori nodded.

"Already?" Gerald said. "I'm so sorry."

"No problem, I deal with those types all the time, too," she grinned, using his words. "So, what do you have for me?"

Gerald handed her a packet of papers, the top one of which was a detailed itinerary for things she might want to do each day during her stay.

"Now, you're on vacation, so do what you want," Gerald said. "These are just suggestions. If there's anything you want to do, just let me know and I can make the arrangements for you -- tickets, reservations, transportation and so forth."

"You're the best!" Cori said. "I think I want to sleep in tomorrow. Can I have a taxi around 10 to take me into town to go shopping?"

"You got it. I'll let you enjoy your dinner now," Gerald said, starting to stand up.

"No, stay," Cori said, nodding behind him to the three men now approaching.

"Hey, Sam, he's putting the moves on your girl," Miles said, walking up behind Gerald and pulling up a chair next to Cori's table.

"Back off, bud, this babe's already spoken for," Sam said, also sitting down.

"I'm not your girl," Cori said. "I thought I made that clear earlier."

"Well, I've found that big-titted blondes like you generally don't know what the hell you're talking about," Sam said coarsely, "so forgive me for assuming that you meant the opposite of what you said. You sure look like you're ready for some male companionship to me." He nodded toward her mostly bare tits.

"She is," the third man said, also pulling up a chair. He was the most distinguished looking and quietest of the group so far. He had short, dark hair, barely longer than a military cut. He had strong features, a dark tan and grey eyes that sparkled behind a pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses. "She's just not looking for companionship from you, my friend. Looks like she prefers our friend Gerry instead."

"Him?" Sam chortled. "Over me? That'll be the day, Jonesy."

"Look, will you just please leave me alone," Cori asked as politely and sternly as she could. "I'm sure you're all very nice, but I came here to get away and relax, so please let me do that."

"Sex is very relaxing," Miles said matter-of-factly. "What do you say? A nice massage, maybe a little wine, a little 69? It's OK, sweets. No one's going to tell your daddy or your boyfriend or whoever. It's just you and me and fucking the way it ought to be."

"I believe the lady asked you gentlemen to leave," Gerald said, standing up. "My job is to make sure everyone is happy here and I think you're making her unhappy, so I respectfully ask that you please respect her privacy."

"And I ask that you mind your own fucking business," Sam said.

Cori sensed that things were going to get worse before they got better. She had visions of Gerald getting beat up and who knows what happening to her. She was so angry she was ready to attack. But, thinking quickly, she did the best she could to get them out of immediate trouble.

"Look, guys," she said, standing up quickly, her breasts jiggling, "the truth is that Gerald and I are actually together. I didn't say anything before because he's working right now and it's important for him to remain professional in his service to the clients. But you left me no choice. I am already spoken for, so please, leave us alone."

"Told ya!" the man Sam had called Jones said.

"I don't buy it," Sam said.

"Me either," Miles agreed. "Prove it. Kiss him."

Knowing that any hesitation would fuel the fire, Cori wasted no time leaning over and kissing Gerald square on the mouth. It was a slow, sensual kiss, her tongue teasing his.

"Sure doesn't look like the first time that's happened," Jones said.

Cori nuzzled his neck and nibbled on his ear, whispering "follow my lead."

"Satisfied?" Cori said, leaning back. "I hope you are, because I'm not. Come on honey," she took Gerald's hand and stood up. "I think I'm going to skip straight to dessert." She licked her lips seductively and planted another kiss on his cheek, peeking to make sure they were watching. "Grab my ass," she whispered. Gerald slid his hand down her back, running his fingers over her firmly rounded ass cheeks.

"Have a good evening, gentlemen," Cori cooed, "I know I will." She led Gerald away, doing a slow, sexy walk, accentuating the sway of her ass cheeks for them while Gerald kept her right cheek firmly in his grasp.

"Well, hell," Sam grunted. "I still don't buy it."

"Admit it, you lost the bet," Miles said. "He's going to bang that bitch all night and you're going to have calluses on your hands -- and $1,000 less in your pocket. Pay up."

"Not yet," Sam said. "Not until this trip is over."

As they made their way back up the hill, Gerald began apologizing and started to remove his hand from her ass.

"Not yet," Cori said. "They might be watching or even following. And don't apologize. It's their fault, not yours. They were on me this afternoon already. You had nothing to do with it. In fact, you probably saved me. Thank you so much for standing up for me."

"Thank you for getting me out of their without a fight," Gerald laughed. "I'll call and have your food brought to your room. It's probably best if you stay away from there for tonight."

"Oh, I will. I'm staying in for the night. Tomorrow will be a new day. I think they'll leave us alone now. Guys like that aren't used to being rejected, so the last thing they want to do is come back for more. If they're as rich as you say, they'll find plenty of women willing to hop in bed with them."

"I hope so," Gerald said. "But if they cause you more problems, let me know."

When they got to her room, she gave him a peck on the cheek and said good night, looking around to make sure no one was watching. Seeing no one, she went inside and Gerald started back down the hill. Neither ever saw Sam and Miles hiding in the bushes.

***

The next day started as planned. Cori slept until 9, showered and dressed in a tight light blue lycra halter top and matching tight, lycra shorts with her low-heeled sandals and hair once again in a ponytail. She made her way down the hill, grabbing a banana and a muffin from the breakfast bar and waving hello to Gerald, who was helping another guest but indicated that her cab was waiting for her, pointing to the front lobby of the hotel.

Cori nodded and found her cab, asking the driver to take her to one of the shopping areas Gerald had indicated. She then focused on the other papers that Gerald had given her, eating her breakfast and lost in thought as she planned out her day. She didn't notice the cabbie checking her out in his mirror, admiring the way her nipples poked out against the halter top, pushing earnestly against the skin-tight fabric.

He dropped her off a few minutes later and lingered a few minutes, enjoying the sway of her tight ass as she walked away.

Cori spent almost the whole day shopping, buying some thong panties and a couple of nice dresses. She hadn't planned to buy much else, but the prices were so cheap that she also picked up a pair of heels and a couple more swimsuits and shorts. Her money was going a long way here, thank goodness.

When she got back to the hotel, she was disappointed that another man -- Thomas -- was there to help her with her bags. She knew Gerald had other people to take care of besides her, but she wanted to talk to him about yesterday and make sure he was OK.

"Mr. Rudin wants to see you as soon as you're ready ma'am," Thomas said abruptly as he drove her up to her room in one of the golf carts.

"Who's Mr. Rudin?" Cori asked.

"He's the director of this resort, ma'am."

"What does he want?"

"I don't know, ma'am."

Cori frowned, afraid this was bad news. Had something happened to her family back home? Was there something wrong with her account? She didn't know, but her gut churned as her mind processed the possibilities.

After Cori had unloaded her bags and freshened up, Thomas drove her back down the hill to the main office. It was early evening now, still very warm, but pleasant.

She walked into the office and a receptionist escorted her into a large office that was surrounded by windows on three sides, offering gorgeous views of the grounds, pool and beach. A large wooden desk sat against the far wall with two chairs in front of it. A conference table filled up the rest of the room. Cori stood at the window, looking out at the beach, unable to believe she had been here a full day already and had yet to dip her toes in the ocean.

"Hello, you must be Ms. Banks," a deep voice said. Cori turned to see a large man with a round face and barrel chest entering the office. He was wearing a suit looked to be of Asian descent. His friendly voice held no hint of an accent. He appeared to be in his mid 50s and in excellent health despite his size.

"Mr. Rudin?" Cori asked, extending her hand.

"Yes, pleasure to meet you, Ms. Banks," he said.

"Please, call me Cori. You have a beautiful office."

"Thank you," Rudin said, motioning her toward a chair while he sat down behind his desk.

"So, they said you wanted to see me?" Cori asked.

"Yes," Rudin said. "I understand there was a bit of an altercation yesterday involving you, a few fellow guests and one of our staff."

"Well, sort of," Cori said, not sure what he had heard. She was more than willing to file a complaint against those jerks if that's what he wanted.

"I've heard from Gerald and Misters Jones, Crawford and Clayton already," Rudin said, "and I think I understand what happened. I want you to understand that I don't think any of this was your fault."

"Thank you," Cori said. "They were being very rude to Gerald. And I want to commend him on being very professional and really helping me out."

"I understand," Rudin said. "That's why it's going to be very hard for me to fire Gerald."

"Fire Gerald? Why? He didn't do anything wrong."

"I agree," Rudin said. "In fact, I'm very proud of him. Despite what you might assume about me, I'm actually a very fair and decent person. I care about my employees and support them whenever I can. However, those three men are extremely powerful. And while I don't buy their version of the story -- that Gerald attacked them and you offered to have sex with them for money -- for one second, I have to take action. They demanded that Gerald be fired and Gerald admitted that he was involved in an altercation with them. They also said -- and he admitted -- that he touched you, uh, in an inappropriate place."

"Yes, but..."

"You don't have to say it," Rudin said. "I know. But it doesn't change the fact that my hands are tied. I have no choice. I just wanted to let you know that you had nothing do with Gerald being fired, that these men have assured me they will leave you alone and that your meals for the rest of your stay will be complimentary as a token of our sincere apology to you."

"There has to be another option," Cori said. She was on the verge of tears. "Gerald didn't do anything wrong. I made him touch me. I made him protect me. It's my fault, not his. He needs this job. He loves it. He told me. Please, isn't there some way he can keep it?"

"Look, I like Gerald as much as you. But if I don't fire him, I'm gone. Clayton's on our board, for crying out loud. Those guys come here three, four times a year. I can't afford to tick them off. If you have any suggestions, I'm game, but if not, I'll do everything I can to help Gerald land on his feet."

"Wait," Cori said. "I think I know a way." Damn, she thought to herself. Not again. But what choice did she have? She couldn't let Gerald pay for her problems. Not when she knew what those guys really wanted. "They want me, Mr. Rudin."

"Look, Cori, you don't need to do this..."

"Yes, I do. Will you help me set up some boundaries with them? Maybe sign a contract or something? I just want it written and signed somewhere that Gerald won't lose his job. If they sign that, I'll give them what they want."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Call them, please."

Rudin sent Thomas to find the men while he and Cori set about drawing up a list of boundaries. "They're only here for three more days," Rudin said, "so once they're gone, you'll still have a week to enjoy yourself. I'll see to it that you're upgraded to first class for everything, including your flight home."

Cori was impressed by Rudin. While she wished he'd stand up to these jerks, she admitted that she didn't know his situation. Maybe he couldn't afford to lose his job anymore than Gerald could. Regardless, he was being kind to both her and Gerald and she appreciated it. He was the most powerful ally she had, and she'd need all the help she could get. Rudin informed her that Sam Clayton owned a construction company, Miles Crawford was the CEO of a major bank chain and Victor Jones owned a software company. All three were millionaires who had gone to college together. Frat brothers, they had maintained their friendships -- and healthy competition -- throughout the years, meeting up in St. Thomas four times per year for some manly rest and relaxation. They were all married to trophy wives, but made little effort to hide their frequent infidelities.

"We don't like them much," Rudin said, "but as you might imagine, our company does."

"I understand," Cori said, realizing that she had misread them. These weren't the type of guys who backed away when they were rejected. These were the type of men who weren't rejected. Now that she understood that, she knew that the only way to deal with them was to give them what they wanted. They got off on power and control and being able to show off their cars, houses, women, etc. If she played along with that, she was confident she could save Gerald's job without putting herself in too much danger.

That's why she wanted to do the contracts and guidelines up front. These men dealt with contracts and rules and negotiations on a daily basis. She hoped they would respect and abide by the rules if they were allowed to negotiate them themselves.

Half an hour later, the five of them were sitting around the conference table. Rudin started it off, "Gentlemen, I've explained the situation to Ms. Banks and she has a solution she would like to offer. A compromise, really. I must say it is an extremely generous and selfless offer and I trust that you gentlemen will treat her with the respect she deserves. Ms. Banks?"

"OK," Cori said, taking a deep breath. "We all know Gerald doesn't deserve to be fired. I know I embarrassed you yesterday and I apologize for that. I take full responsibility. I'm willing to accept the consequences if you'll drop the complaint against Gerald."

"Interesting," Sam nodded, impressed by her approach. She clearly wasn't the dumb, big-titted blonde he had assumed her to be. "What did you have in mind?"

"You mentioned that you would like to have dinner with me," Cori said directly to Sam. "I would be happy to accompany each of you to a dinner. I understand you have three days left here, so one dinner with each of you?"

Sam chuckled. "There are no recorders on in here, are there?" he asked Rudin, who shook his head no. "Good, then let's skip the dinner and get to what we're really talking about. Are you willing to have sex with us in order to keep Gerald's job?"

"There are stipulations," Cori said sighed, "but the short answer is, yes."

"Well, that's a good start," Miles said. "But what makes you think you're in a position to set boundaries."

"I'm not," Cori said, bowing to their power position. "Ultimately, you guys have the final say. But out of respect for me, I'm asking for a few things that I hope you will consider."

"Shoot," Jones said.

"First, you each get one day with me. No multiple partners. Just one-on-one. Second, no hitting or anything rough like that."

"Agree so far," Sam said, noting that she hadn't ruled out bondage. His cohorts nodded.

"Third, no anal and no swallowing," Cori had purposely put these together, knowing they'd demand one or the other. She was hoping for swallowing.

"Swallowing," Sam and Victor said in unison. Miles said anal, but deferred to the 2-to-1 vote.

"We'll do no anal, but you have to swallow," Sam said. Cori sighed and bit her bottom lip, as if this was a potential deal breaker, then nodded silently. She hoped her little act let the guys think they had just one a major victory against her.

"Fourth, no public sex."

"Whoa," Sam said.

"Yeah," Miles chimed in. Cori knew this would be a tough one. These guys would want to show her off. Truth was, she was willing to be showed off if they just wouldn't humiliate her by making her suck them off in front of a crowd. She hoped that would be their counter-offer.

"How about this," Victor said. "No public sex, but you wear what we tell you to and do what we tell you. You know, not sex, but maybe some public nudity, flashing."

Victory! Cori thought, but she maintained her poker face, appearing to mull this over as well. "What about if I just wear what you want me to in your room?"

"Not good enough," Sam said.

"OK," Cori said. "I'll wear whatever you want ... in public too. But no sex."

"Deal."

"Fifth, you guys never bother Gerald again and he gets a $10,000 bonus -- from you three -- and you pay for his classes at trade school."

"Hmm, now you're asking a little much, aren't you?" Sam said. "I mean, you're pretty, but you're saying you're a $3,000 a day hooker."

"No, I'm not," Cori said. "Frankly, I don't understand why you guys don't just find someone else. You're rich and attractive. I'm sure you can find plenty of women. But, the truth is that Gerald and his family need this and, regardless of what you think, he deserves it. I know $10,000 is nothing to you, but it's a new life for him. I know I'm not worth that much, but I'm asking you as a favor. Write it off on your taxes, put it in your philanthropic newsletters, nominate each other for man of the year, I don't care. Just do something nice. I promise, if you do, I will be as good for you as I can be."