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"I completely agree with you," Sara said, standing with her arm around Mary's waist.
"You look like mother and daughter," Sheikh Hamid observed.
"I should be so lucky," Sara said. "But she's my daughter in my heart and soul. Like Wendy and Monique," she said as Monique came up from the water and hugged her.
"Mary Riley, Monique Larue, this is Sheikh Hamid and his wife Aisha," Wendy introduced. "Mary is our Assistant Properties Manager and Monique is my Personal Assistant. They're also my best friends and roommates."
"So much beauty in one home!" Sheikh Hamid said, kissing the back of each of their hands.
"You're even more handsome than Wendy described," Mary said, smiling, "though she didn't give us that detailed a description," pointedly looking at his cock before smiling at him.
"Uh, actually," Jonathan interrupted, "Mary is no longer our Assistant Properties Manager."
"What?" Wendy, Mary, and Monique all asked at once, staring at him.
"Fred officially retired and resigned last night after dinner," Jonathan explained. "As of this morning, Mary Riley, you are the Clandestine Group's Properties Manager."
"Mary!" Wendy gasped, hugging her. "Congratulations!"
"Really!?" Mary asked, stunned. "I mean, I knew that he wanted to retire, but am I ready?"
"Fred seems to think so," Jonathan replied.
"You have beautiful women running your empire, Jonathan," Sheikh Hamid said.
"Yes, they're beautiful," Jonathan agreed, "but even more importantly, they're as smart and dedicated and loyal and hardworking as they come. They're not where they are because of how they look, but because of how they perform."
"I assumed as much," Sheikh Hamid said. "I was just pointing out that they are also beautiful."
"It does make for a nice working environment," Jonathan said, smiling broadly.
"Are you never tempted?" Sheikh Hamid asked.
"Every minute of every day," Jonathan laughed.
"You are lucky to have such an understanding wife," Sheikh Hamid said.
"Before the weekend is finished, Sheikh, I hope that you will realize what an incredible understatement that is," Vera said as everyone laughed.
"I think that we should go get ready for the reception," Wendy said. "It wouldn't do to be late. I've given CNN permission to come with a camera crew. They've agreed to pool their feed with everyone else."
"I'm sure that we can see anything more afterwards," Jonathan said. "We've got the whole weekend."
Wendy induced Clara to come to their suite to get dressed and contacted Shirelle from the lobby to do the same.
"I feel like I've been ignoring you," Wendy said to Shirelle, hugging her.
"I have been living a dream," Shirelle laughed. "I've been the one who's been too busy, too selfish, to find you. This staff of yours, I'm well on my way to fucking most of them. This place is cock city."
"We beat you to it," Mary laughed.
"You've had two weeks," Shirelle said, laughing. "I've had a day and a half."
They were finally all dressed, Mary in a skin-tight, sleeveless, gauzy white tube dress, so transparent that her freckles were visible, not to mention her ruby nipples. Monique's outfit was a sleeveless, collared dress, the back open down to the crack of her ass, then falling to her upper thighs. It was made of shimmering, twisted strips of pale-blue crepe that covered her if she was standing still, but totally exposed her if she moved. Shirelle had chosen a dress of pale green silk, form-fitting, with spaghetti straps, that came down to mid-thigh. Her dark skin was clearly visible through the sheer material. Clara wore a white knit dress that hugged her above her breasts and hung down to her upper thighs. The knit was so loose that it seemed more like netting, her nipples fully sticking through the weave and her entire body visible.
They were all stunned by Wendy's jeweled dress and the diamond and tanzanite necklace.
"It's like you're wearing just a sheen of jewels," Shirelle said. "I've never even imagined anything so beautiful and it looks perfect on you."
"I agree," Clara said. "You have to promise to let me photograph you wearing it," she said, holding up her ubiquitous Matterport camera. "I've already decided to do a book about this place."
"We'll sell it in our gift shop," Wendy said.
"In fact, let's go out on the balcony real quickly and I'll take a picture of the four of you," Clara suggested, herding them through the sliding-glass door onto the balcony where the last light from the setting sun didn't quite succeed in hiding the waning crescent moon that was also just over the horizon.
"Now you have to be in a shot, too," Wendy insisted when Clara had taken a photo.
"Here, stand over near the jacuzzi," Clara said. "Close together but leave room for me in the middle," she directed as she adjusted some settings on the camera, then placed it on top of the jacuzzi and jumped between Wendy and Mary. "Great!" she said when they heard the soft click of the shutters.
"I have something for each of us," Wendy said when they went back inside, placing five small gift-wrapped boxes on the table.
"Haven't you done enough already?" Mary asked, picking up one of the packages.
"Never," Wendy replied, shaking her head as each of the others picked up one of the boxes, leaving the last one for her. "Go ahead, open them."
"Oh, Wendy, it's so beautiful!" Clara gasped as she opened hers and extracted the gleaming gold bracelet. "Oh, it's wonderful!" she said when she read what the inset diamonds spelled out: LUV4EVER.
"I agree," Shirelle said, hugging Wendy, "with all of it."
"It's a funny color of gold," Monique said, admiring it on her tawny arm. "But it's really beautiful. Thanks."
"That's because it's almost pure, 23 carat," Wendy explained, hugging Monique. "They call it 958 gold because it's 95.8% pure. 24 carat is 100% pure, but it's too soft to use for jewelry. They use a bit of aluminum to stiffen it just enough. Most of the gold here in the States is 14 or 18 carat. I had these made in Thailand."
They all donned their bracelets and readied themselves to go downstairs, the clock showing that it was already 5:45. Exiting the elevator, they saw that the lobby was completely full, the men wearing black ties and tuxedos, the women in a cornucopian array of gorgeous outfits, but even more, dripping in gold and diamond jewelry. It was the most stunning display of wealth that any of them had ever seen and they were momentarily overcome by it before Jonathan reached out and pulled Wendy to his side.
"You are beyond words," he said, his hand on her arm trembling as he looked at her. "My god, Wendy! So beautiful!"
"What an incredible dress," Vera said when she came up, smiling. "I am absolutely jealous. Wherever did you find it? And that necklace!"
"It...they were gifts," Wendy said, blushing, aware that her large pale nipples were screwing into knots and that anyone looking at her would be able to see it happening.
"You do me great honor," Sheikh Hamid said when he approached, taking Wendy's hand and bringing it to his lips. "A more perfect vision of beauty I have never seen, and that is saying something when you stand next to such beauty," he added, taking Vera's hand and bringing it to his lips.
"My dear," Vera said, turning to smile at Aisha who was wearing a supple golden sheath, her wrists and throat adorned with gold bracelets encrusted with diamonds, "would you find it terribly rude if I said that I'd like to take your husband to bed to see if that silver tongue of his does more than pay the most flattering of compliments?"
"The Sheikh's pleasure is my pleasure," Aisha replied, smiling. "I would welcome it, as would he, I am sure."
"Alas, she knows me well," Sheikh Hamid said, smiling.
"Sheikh, do you and Aisha have any objections to standing with Jonathan when he makes his announcement, along with Tony and Sara?" Wendy asked.
"Not at all," he replied.
"In front of the reception desk on the carpet," Wendy directed. "I'll be right back," she said, disappearing into the crowd, not missing the gasps when people saw her as she made her way to the entrance where the CNN cameraman and a reporter were waiting.
"Come with me, please," Wendy said. "Remember, you can film anything in the lobby and dining areas and tomorrow we'll give you access to the museum, but that's it. Please be discrete and do not stick your camera or microphone in anyone's face. Everything must be from a distance. No outdoor access whatsoever."
"We understand," the reporter replied, clearly not pleased, but accepting.
"You can stand right here," Wendy said, placing them to the side of the carpet, but giving them a view of Jonathan and the length of the room.
"Ready?" she asked Jonathan, picking up the wireless microphone on the reception desk.
"Definitely," Jonathan replied, smiling as he accepted the microphone. "Now we make history," he said, turning on the microphone and turning to face the assembled guests. "May I have your attention please, Ladies and Gentlemen," he said into the microphone, then waited a few seconds as the room became silent.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to thank you for joining us to help celebrate the grand opening of Garden of Eden, Clandestine Group's newest resort. Not only does Garden of Eden live up to the standards that everyone has come to expect from a Clandestine Group property, we have attempted to raise the bar and set a new standard in what a luxury resort is capable of being.
Our first thanks go to Tony and Sara Riletto, whose generosity in allowing us to build a museum to house their magnificent art collection has put us over the top and made us the most exclusive resort in the world. No resort or hotel anywhere offers such art. I would also like to thank Sheikh Hamid of Dubai for agreeing to partner with us and bring his world-famous Shuiqi Spa to Garden of Eden. Only the best for the best.
I would also like to thank Chef Jiro Ono of Sushi Jiro and the Aragawa group for partnering with us and bringing their world-famous, Michelin-starred restaurants to Garden of Eden. Our executive chef, Gianni Antinori, and his staff have created a magnificent buffet for your dining pleasure. Once again, only the best for the best.
I also thank the houses of Chanel, Dior, Lagerfeld, Versace, Lauren, Yves Saint Laurent, Gaultier, Prada, de la Renta, Schiaparelli, and Pierre Cardin, as well as the jewelers Harry Winston, Cartier, Van Cleef & Arpels, Tiffany & Co., Bvlgari, and Mikimoto for joining us and offering their unique products to enhance your shopping experience.
But my final thanks are for the one person whose vision and foresight have made Garden of Eden possible. From the initial inspiration through the process of creation, none of us would be here if not for the incredible work of not only one of the most beautiful women in the world, but also one of the smartest and hardest-working. I give you the Chief Operating Officer of Clandestine Group, Wendy Rose.
Wendy was stunned when she felt Mary gently nudging her in the back as Jonathan held out the microphone towards her, flushing as she stepped forward to applause.
"I...uh, thank you," Wendy said. "Gosh, I didn't expect to be saying anything. Don't let Jonathan fool you. He is Clandestine Group and nothing happens that doesn't have his fingerprints all over it. I'm just privileged to be able to work with him. If it's not already obvious to you, our goal here at Garden of Eden is over-the-top pleasure. We are here to help facilitate your ability to enjoy yourselves with perfect weather, a perfect beach, incredible food and entertainment, and unparalleled freedom from the constraints of the society that exist outside of the Garden of Eden bubble of pleasure. So please, I'm sure that everyone is hungry. Thank you for being here and bon appétit!"
"Oh, god, why did you do that?" she asked after turning off the microphone and looking at Jonathan.
"Because you are the star of this show and I wanted everyone to know it," he replied.
"Everyone looks so nice," Wendy observed as they made their way to the main dining room with everyone else, she on one of Jonathan's arms, Vera on the other.
"They all pale in comparison to you," Jonathan said. "I mean it. I have never seen anyone in my life as beautiful as you are tonight."
"I'm afraid that I have to agree with him," Vera said. "Where did you get that dress and necklace?" she asked.
"I don't know if I'm supposed to say," Wendy replied softly.
"You know that we'd never tell a soul," Vera said.
"Sheikh Hamid, when I was in Dubai," Wendy said.
"I told you so," Vera said, poking Jonathan in the ribs. "I saw how every time he looked at you today, his cock got just a little bit harder, and it's a nice cock, I might add. And I'd expect that to happen to any man who sees you. I get wet when I see you naked. But it was a few momentary eye contacts between the two of you that gave it away. I knew that you had been together and that he wanted more. Is he as delicious as he looks."
"Totally," Wendy replied, sighing, then laughing. "But I have no doubts that you will find that out for yourself before the weekend is over."
"Jonathan said that you were smart for a reason," Vera laughed.
Dinner was a huge success with chefs stationed everywhere along the buffet to assist in serving. Bottles of Clandestine-branded wines were on every table. Even with a full house, it did not seem crowded. There was no worry about pushing your chair back and banging into someone from the table behind you doing the same. The tangy salt air wafted in on the onshore breeze, laden with the scent of the flowers in the lush gardens around the lagoon. Large-bladed palm-thatch ceiling fans kept the air fresh and the mosquitos away.
After dinner, Wendy led them all to Blue Note where she had reserved a large table in the center of the room. Jonathan ordered a magnum of Krug Clos d'Ambonnay Blanc de Noirs Brut champagne for the table and a San Pellegrino with lime for Monique. They enjoyed a set of jazz from Nnenna Freelon and then a set of blues from Samantha Fish before leaving.
"Wonderful experience," Tony said. "Such a comfortable atmosphere and that wine cave is spectacular. Really nicely done."
"And now?" Sheikh Hamid asked.
"Now it's up to you," Wendy replied, smiling. "They have two shows here, the one we just saw starting at 8:30, then another starting at 11:00 for the late diners. The bar...all of our bars stay open until 2am. Since this is our first evening with guests, I'm not sure what people will do. The lagoon, the beach, or the roof."
"We haven't seen the roof," Sara said. "Isn't there a swimming pool up there?"
"That's right," Wendy replied, "and a bar."
"That sounds just right to me," Sara said.
"Why don't we all go get changed and meet on the roof?" Wendy suggested. "I suggest wearing the bathrobes that you'll find hanging in the bathroom. Once you get to the roof, nobody will be wearing any clothes."
Wendy was surprised to find several dozen people on the roof when she got there, half of them either sitting on the edge of the pool or in the water in front of them, the rest on the chaise lounges watching the show. She saw Mary and Monique sitting side by side on the edge of the pool with staff members in front of them in the water fucking them. All around them people were indulging, men eating or fucking women and women sucking cocks. There were even couples, and triples, on the chaise lounges.
"This is extraordinary," Sheikh Hamid said from behind Wendy.
"I had hoped, but never dreamed that it would be quite like this," Wendy said, turning to smile at him and Aisha.
"It is like an orgy," Aisha said, her eyes shining with excitement.
"It certainly is!" Vera said as she showed up with Jonathan. "This looks like fun."
"It reminds me of old times, wouldn't you say, Tony?" Sara said as they, too, joined them.
"It is definitely our kind of a party," Tony agreed, smiling.
"How about it, Sheikh?" Vera asked. "Are you ready to have some fun?"
"I'm not sure that such a public display would be apropos for me," he replied.
"Perhaps you'd be more comfortable on one of the chaise lounges?" Sara suggested. "That way you can indulge in relative privacy while still being able to enjoy the show."
"I believe that your wife is propositioning me, Tony," Sheikh Hamid said.
"She's not the only one," Vera said, letting her robe slide from her body to the ground, leaving her naked. "But I don't think that you'd survive Sara and I."
"That sounded like a challenge to me," Jonathan said. "What do you think, Tony?"
"Definitely a challenge," Tony agreed, laughing. "My money's on Vera and Sara."
"You do not object?" Sheikh Hamid asked.
"Good lord, no," Tony laughed. "If I were you, I'd just succumb to the inevitable. They're both bound and determined to have you. Speaking from personal experience, you'll never regret it."
"Aisha can come with me," Wendy suggested. "I'm sure that Jonathan and Tony can entertain us."
"Oh, no, but I couldn't," Aisha said, her eyes wide. "No man but the Sheikh may touch me in that way."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Wendy said. "I didn't mean to be indiscrete. I didn't realize..."
"And why should you," Sheikh Hamid said. "I think that we can make an exception for these new friends, Aisha, unless you object. I would never ask you to do anything that you didn't want to do, I hope that you know."
"I do know that, Sheikh," Aisha said, smiling. "When my parents gave me to you when I was 14, you waited until I was 18 before even asking me if I was interested in...sex. Then you left it to me to decide when and how it would happen. But I wanted it, especially with you. I had seen you with your other wives and I wanted to feel what they felt when they were with you. Even my own father didn't treat me with the respect that you have shown me. I would never do anything to bring dishonor upon you."
"Isn't she marvelous?" Sheikh Hamid asked with a sigh.
"Stunning," Tony replied. "You are indeed a fortunate man, Sheikh."
"I assure you that you will not dishonor me if you wish to enjoy yourself," Sheikh Hamid said. "I believe that these two beautiful ladies are going to see to me quite adequately."
"Thank you, Sheikh," Aisha said, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. "Thank you."
"I do hope that you have a strong heart, Sheikh," Sara said as she took one arm and Vera the other, leading him away and towards one of the chaise lounges in the back.
"I'm far more interested in your cock being hard," Vera said with a laugh.
"Let's go sit by the pool," Wendy suggested, smiling when Aisha let her robe slip to the ground, leaving her naked, her tiny dark nipples hard and the dark-tinged inner lips of her pussy just visible petaling out from between her outer lips beneath a fat, dark clit.
"I am so nervous," Aisha said as they sat down on the edge of the pool, while Jonathan and Tony slipped into the water, Wendy bringing her feet up onto the edge wide apart as Tony moved in front of her while Jonathan stood in front of Aisha, his cock standing out in front of him. "I've never been with anyone but the Sheikh."
"You don't have to, you know," Wendy said as Tony placed his hands high up on her inner thighs. "This is supposed to be fun, something that you want to do."
"Oh, but I do want to," Aisha said, blushing as she looked up at Jonathan.
"I will never cease to be awed at the sight of your pussy, Wendy," Tony said, dragging the flat of his tongue up through her, sucking briefly on her big clit and long inner lips at the same time. "So beautiful and so delicious," he said, sticking his tongue into her and slurping on her flowing juices.
"If there is anything that you don't want or like, you should say so," Jonathan said to Aisha, sliding his hands up her sides to cup her small breasts, his thumbs strumming her hard, dark nipples. "Wendy is right, this is supposed to be fun," he added, leaning down and softly kissing her.
