Wendy Pt. 07

*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story. Comments are always appreciated.

WENDY - Part 7

She was grateful that both Mary and Monique were out, most likely on a date, she presumed as she treated herself to a nice, long bath in her clawfoot bathtub, sighing with delight when she felt how smooth her skin felt afterwards as she crawled into bed and was almost instantly asleep.

"We thought that we'd let you sleep instead of jumping your bones for all of the details when we got back last night," Mary said the next morning as they had coffee together in the kitchen. "Hopefully, you were so tired from fucking a lot."

"Something like that," Wendy replied, smiling.

"Well?" Mary asked insistently.

"You'd never believe me anyway," Wendy said.

"When have you ever told a lie in your life?" Mary asked. "Saint Wendy."

"If I'm a saint, then the universe is in some serious trouble," Wendy laughed. "Okay. Just so you won't harass me. Jamaica."

"No way!" Mary gasped. "You went to Jamaica?"

"In his private jet, which he flew himself," Wendy added with a smile. "Would you like me to introduce you to him? I met him on the dating website."

"Well, hell, yes!" Mary replied. "Jamaica! No wonder you look sort of tanned. Wow! Some people have all the luck."

It was when she was having coffee with Jonathan the next morning that she remembered why the name Hedonism II had tickled her brain. Vera had mentioned that they had discovered Reggae when they stayed there. She smiled when she thought of Vera at the wading pool. Then she started researching 7 Mile Beach and the properties along it, making notes about quality, capacity, price, and reputation. Encouraged by what she learned, she then looked online for attorneys in Negril and found one Nigel Hawthorne who was a real estate specialist. Smiling, she looked at the clock to make sure of the time in Negril and dialed the number that she had found.

"Nigel Hawthorne Law Offices," a very British-accented voice answered.

"Mr. Hawthorne, my name is...Jenny Smith and I'd like to inquire about real estate in the Negril area," Wendy said.

"I'd be happy to answer any questions that you may have," Nigel replied.

"Is there a ready availability of single-family homes in the Negril area?" Wendy asked.

"Right now, there are almost 100 of them," Nigel replied, "and that doesn't take into account condominiums."

"What price ranges are they?" Wendy asked.

"They run the gamut, though most of them are at the top of the market price-wise," Nigel replied. "Are you looking to buy?" he asked.

"Possibly," Wendy replied. "We liked the area when we were there on vacation."

"7 Mile Beach is not Negril by any stretch of the imagination, other than a few of the restaurants," Nigel said. "Negril is a town with its own unique identity and charm."

"I noticed an incompletely built hotel or something in the middle of 7 Mile Beach," Wendy said. "Do eyesores like that hurt the market?"

"The only thing that 7 Mile Beach does is create jobs for a lot of the people living in Negril," Nigel replied. "The prospect of the jobs brings people from all over Jamaica to live here, so it's a nicely eclectic community representing the whole island. That particular resort, the Japanese investors went broke after spending some $120 million. They got the structure up, the plumbing is installed and the electrical circuitry, but no fixtures. It turns out that a couple of the investors were members of the Yakuza and got caught doing something that they shouldn't have and sent to prison. They defaulted on their obligations to the Jamaican government, so the government confiscated the property. And there it sits."

"Why don't they develop it?" Wendy asked.

"They're simply not capable, and for once, they know it," Nigel replied.

"Who not sell it to someone else to develop?" Wendy asked.

"I have no idea," Nigel replied.

"Well, thank you for the information," Wendy said. "I really appreciate it."

"Anytime, Ms. Smith," Nigel said. "Have a nice day."

"And you," Wendy replied, then hung up the phone, staring into space thoughtfully for a long while before once again starting to do searches and make notes.

It was 4:45 when Wendy entered Jonathan's office and sat down in front of his desk.

"That's quite a serious face you're wearing," Jonathan said. "What's up?"

"I know that you've thought that some of my ideas were out of left field, even totally nuts," Wendy began, "but now I've got one that's going to make you want to have me certified and locked up in a rubber room."

"Oh, Jesus," Jonathan said with a big sigh. "Am I going to like this?"

"I don't know," Wendy laughed. "My head is still spinning and it's my idea. Why don't you let me take you to dinner and I'll tell you all about it?"

"I'll take you to dinner and you can still tell me all about it," Jonathan said. "Where would you like to go?"

"Azores," Wendy replied, smiling.

"Where are Daryl and Chris these days?" Jonathan asked. "Let me call Vera and tell her that I'll be late."

"Daryl is in the Florida Keys and Chris is in Belize," Wendy replied. "Gianni says that they're pure gold and that the people that they're training are crazy about them."

"I'm not surprised," Jonathan said as they entered his limousine and he told the driver where to go.

The first thing Wendy noticed was the elevated noise level in the restaurant.

"Never been to a Portuguese restaurant?" Jonathan asked as they were seated.

"No," Wendy replied. "It seems quite...lively."

"That's one of the things that defines Portuguese dining," Jonathan said. "Eating is a zestful experience. Their seafood is what they're the most famous for, that and their wines."

"A bottle of vinho verde," he ordered when they were handed menus.

"Why don't you order the dinner?" Wendy suggested. "Just pick the two best things and we'll share."

"Grilled sardines and polvo à la Lagareiro," he ordered. "Please split it equally onto two plates."

"Sardines?" Wendy asked when the server left the table.

"These sardines are 6"-8" long," Jonathan explained with a laugh. "They marinate them in Portuguese olive oil, which I think is the best, until they cook them on the grill. They've got lots of flavor."

The server returned and showed Jonathan the bottle of wine, then opened it and poured him a taste, then poured the glasses full when he had approved.

"It's bubbly," Wendy observed.

"Very slightly effervescent," Jonathan said. "The name translates as green wine, but that's because the area where the grapes are grown that produce it in the far northwest of the country is always green. I think that you'll like it," he said, clinking rims with her.

"Oh, this is just wonderful" Wendy exclaimed after tasting it. "It's so light and fruity."

"So, tell me about your latest idea," Jonathan said, smiling and sitting back.

"Well, the short and quick version is that I've found a new property to buy," Wendy replied.

"I'm not so sure that I'm ready for this," Jonathan said after a long moment, draining half of his glass. "Go ahead."

"I was in Jamaica this past weekend and I saw..." Wendy started to say.

"You were in Jamaica?" Jonathan asked, surprise writ large on his face.

"I had a date and he flew us in his own jet to Jamaica for the weekend," Wendy said, flushing slightly.

"Wendy!" Jonathan laughed. "Good for you! Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Hands down the best weekend of my life," Wendy replied, smiling broadly.

"Where did you go?" Jonathan asked.

"Hedonism II in Negril," Wendy replied, watching his face and smiling when his eyes got bigger.

"He-Hedonism II," Jonathan said, clearing his throat.

"I seem to remember Vera telling me that that was where you found Reggae," Wendy said.

"Y-yes, that's true," Jonathan said. "You went to Hedonism II on a date?" he laughed. "Did you know what it was before you went?"

"I didn't even know where I was going until we landed," Wendy replied, laughing.

"How did you like it?" Jonathan asked.

"I never wanted to leave," Wendy replied.

"Vera says the same thing every time we go there," Jonathan said, shaking his head. "Well, keep going," he said. "Hedonism II!"

"About halfway down the beach is a resort that ran out of money and went bust and the government seized the property," Wendy said.

"Yes, I've seen it," Jonathan said. "Japanese, I think."

"Yes, something called Yakuza and they got in trouble for it and that's when everything went down the toilet for them," Wendy said.

"Yakuza are Japanese mafia groups," Jonathan said. "Very powerful, very ruthless, very dangerous."

"It's got 150 rooms, 10 suites, a rooftop swimming pool, a large freeform lagoon-style swimming pool at ground level, 2 restaurant spaces that would probably seat 50 each, and a main dining area that could seat 350," Wendy explained. "There are spaces on the ground level for shops, a gym, a spa, and offices. The building is essentially finished except for fixtures and such."

"7 Mile Beach can't support a Clandestine-quality resort," Jonathan said. "It's all about budget travelers."

"I agree," Wendy said. "Not a typical Clandestine-quality resort."

"Ah, that looks great," Jonathan said as their dinners were served.

"Is that an octopus?" Wendy asked, staring at her plate.

"Baked in the oven in Portuguese olive oil," Jonathan replied. "You're going to love it."

Simple tossed salads were also served and the plates had boiled white potatoes on them.

"Would you like me to debone the sardines for you?" the server asked.

"Yes, please," Wendy replied, watching in amazement as he stripped the bones from all 3 of them in 30 seconds.

"It is an easy trick to learn," he said, smiling. "Bom apetite!"

"Mmm, these are great," Wendy said after tasting the sardines.

"Try the octopus," Jonathan said, sticking a piece into his own mouth.

"Oh, wow!" Wendy said. "What an amazing flavor and so tender."

"So, what did you mean by your comment about a typical Clandestine resort?" Jonathan asked, topping off their wine glasses.

"I never knew that places like Hedonism II existed," Wendy said, ignoring his question. "I checked and there are places like that around the world, but not many of them. The most popular place I found is Cap d'Agde in the south of France. There's one in Barbados, another in the Dominican Republic, a few others here and there. The one thing that they all seem to have in common besides the obvious is that they're not very high quality. Even Hedonism II was run-down and sort of seedy, wood rot, mold in the bathrooms, walls needing paint, worn bed coverings. It was okay, but it wasn't classy in the least. The food was okay, but nothing to get excited about."

"And your point is?" Jonathan asked.

"That there is no 5-star, adults-only, XXX resort in the world," Wendy replied, holding her breath.

"You want to compete with Hedonism II?" Jonathan asked incredulously.

"God, no," Wendy replied. "But I do want to steal some things from their model. Before I met you, I had no idea that people of your socioeconomic status led such interesting sex lives. And I've met some of your friends who are just like you. Now on the Adult Fun part of the dating website, I'm meeting very well-to-do men who are into that kind of fun, not wanting any complications or attachments, just the fun, the sex. How many friends do you think that you have that are into that kind of a life?"

"Quite a few," Jonathan replied after a moment. "Easily 50-60."

"And those people also have friends like that, I'd imagine, friends that you don't know," Wendy said. "How many friends to you think that Tony and Sara have like that?"

"I'm sure that the number would shock me," Jonathan replied, smiling. "They've been at this for longer than Vera and I."

"My point is that wealthy people like you who are into that kind of fun don't really have anywhere to go to play exclusively with your own socioeconomic peers," Wendy said. "I think that we should make one that is based upon Clandestine Group standards, but on steroids."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"The Clandestine brand is known," Wendy replied. "We need to make sure that the rest of what we offer is also known, familiar, so that they're comfortable, and even more important, satisfied that what they are getting is what they're looking for and also worth what we are going to charge for the privilege.

"For example, just a quick check told me that Aragawa in Tokyo, Japan, is considered to be the finest steakhouse in the world and it has 2 Michelin stars," Wendy continued. "Sukiyabashi Jiro in Tokyo, Japan, is considered to be the best sushi restaurant in the world and it has 3 Michelin stars. If they open branches in our resort, their stars go with them. They don't have to be earned anew. And the Sunday brunch at the Ritz Carlton in Singapore is supposed to be the best brunch buffet in the world. Instead of creating our own restaurants, let's invite these restaurants, or others as Gianni might recommend, to open branches in our resort. I'm sure that Gianni can match what the Ritz does for a brunch three times a day in the main dining area, altering it just enough to be able to differentiate breakfast from lunch from dinner. We could even advertise it as being inspired by the Ritz's brunch buffet. The whole idea is for people to be aware that we are offering the recognized best of what's available, in a hotel/resort, and in food and drink. And then there's the fun side of things."

"Where did all of this come from?" Jonathan asked with a laugh, shaking his head.

"We were driving by the place in a taxi and it all just flashed through my mind," Wendy replied. "I've been fleshing out the details ever since. Of course, none of this matters if you don't think that it's a good idea or one that you want to be associated with. You do have a brand and a reputation to consider."

"There's also the issue of even being able to acquire the property, not to mention the costs of finishing it," Jonathan said with a sigh. "I'll admit that the idea does intrigue me, the idea of doing something that nobody has ever done before, like I'm trying to do with the restaurants, getting them all Michelin stars."

"I also see inviting the world's leading couturiers and jewelry houses to have boutiques in the retail spaces," Wendy said. "I want to create the ultimate playground for the financial elite. Let everyone else fight for the rest."

"I never realized that you were such a shark," Jonathan said with a laugh. "You're practically bristling with intensity right now."

"Then you like the idea?" Wendy asked. "It's something that you think is worth considering?"

"I'd be a fool not to," Jonathan said, smiling as he shook his head. "Is there more or can I start breathing again?"

"Maybe, but I need to check some things first," Wendy said. "I wanted to know that you at least think that the idea is worth considering before I went any further."

"Anything else?" Jonathan asked.

"I'm so horny that I could scream," Wendy said. "Take me home and fuck me?"

"That's an idea that doesn't require any thought," Jonathan said with a laugh as he signaled for the check.

Wendy felt herself cumming as she sucked on Jonathan's cock, tasting her own pussy all over it as he filled her mouth with cum, his own tongue jammed deep into her spasming pussy as he drank her flowing juices.

"Even for you, that was extraordinary," Jonathan gasped as they lay together in her bed afterwards.

"I don't ever think that I've been that horny in my entire life," Wendy said, giggling, her hand wrapped around his cock, gently jacking him.

"I know the feeling," Jonathan said, one hand idly massaging a hard-nippled breast. "When I've been on the verge of my biggest deals, it's like that for me."

"I want more," Wendy said, rolling onto her stomach and reaching back to spread her ass cheeks apart. "Fuck me in the ass."

"What is going on?" Mary asked the next morning as they rode to work. "You've been practically bouncing off of the walls."

"I can't tell you yet," Wendy replied, laughing. "When I can, I'll tell you everything, I promise."

Wendy spent a couple of hours searching on the internet before she picked up her phone and called Tony.

"I'd like to invite you to lunch today if you're available," she said. "Sara, too."

"What's the occasion?" Tony asked.

"Not over the phone," Wendy replied.

"Now I'm intrigued," Tony said with a laugh. "Where and when?"

"You tell me," Wendy replied. "Some restaurant that you and Sara enjoy."

"Sandrine's," Tony said. "It's one of Sara's favorites."

"Would 1:00 be okay?" Wendy asked.

"We'll see you there," Tony replied.

When Wendy arrived at the restaurant, she was surprised when she was greeted by name.

"Mr. Riletto advised us that you'd be joining him and his wife for lunch," the receptionist told her.

"But how did you know it was me?" Wendy asked as she followed the receptionist to the table where Tony and Sara were already sitting.

"Tall, beautiful, with long red hair," the receptionist replied, smiling. "You're impossible to miss. Enjoy your lunch."

Hugging and kissing first Sara, then Tony, Wendy sat down.

"Thank you for agreeing to join me," she said.

"How could we refuse you anything?" Sara asked, smiling.

"I think that we're about to find that out," Wendy replied, laughing.

"I've taken the liberty to order lunch for all of us," Tony said. "I hope that you don't mind. The chef's an old friend and he knows what we like."

"Not at all," Wendy replied. "It saves me the trouble of trying to decide."

"Mr. Riletto," the server said, showing him the bottle of wine in his hands when he approached. "The Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Montrachet Grand Cru."

"Perfect," Tony said. "You can just pour, I don't need to taste it."

"As you wish, sir," the server said, deftly opening the bottle and then proceeding to pour, first Sara, then Wendy, and finally Tony.

"To treasured friends," Tony said, lifting his glass in a toast, the three of them clinking rims.

"Oh, my, this is just delicious," Wendy gasped after taking a taste.

"And it will be even better in about 20 minutes once some of the chill has worn off," Tony assured her. "I confess, I'm very curious about whatever it is that you're not willing to speak about on the telephone."

"Other than each other, what is the most important thing in the world to you?" Wendy asked.

"That's easy, my art collection," Tony replied.

"And why do you collect the art?" Wendy asked.

"Because it inspires me," Tony replied.

"Yet you keep most of it in storage or scattered around the world in various museums," Wendy said.

"I enjoy being able to share it with the world," Tony said, "but there are only so many museums of quality and they have limited wall space. I'm forced to store most of the collection."

Just then the server arrived with their meals and served them.

"Broiled monkfish with a guava-sage sauce, sweet baby carrots, and garlic mashed baby red potatoes," he explained. "With the chef's compliments."

"Thank him for me," Tony said, smiling broadly. "It looks and smells delicious."

"Why haven't you ever built your own museum for your collection?" Wendy asked.

"I've considered it, many times," Tony replied. "Perhaps one day."

"Well, maybe that day has come," Wendy said, then explained her idea for the resort in Jamaica, only finishing when they had finished eating and the plates had been cleared and they were drinking an after-meal coffee.