Wendy Pt. 07

"Well, now they'll be able to," Wendy said. "But I have another idea that I wanted to talk to you about. I want to put one of your photos over each and every bed."

"You're not serious!?" Clara gasped, her eyes wide. "My photos!?"

"Yes," Wendy replied. "I think that they'd be perfect, considering the kind of a resort that it's going to be. I know how the picture above my bed affects me and the same goes with Mary. I want the guests to be constantly pushed to explore and enjoy their sexuality. The more they do, the more successful it will be. Whenever I look at those photos, I'm instantly wet and horny. God, even thinking about them is doing it to me," she laughed.

"There's one problem, though," Clara said. "I own all of the photos I've taken, with the exception of the ones that I've taken for Tony, but I'd need to get permission from the people to display them like that and I can't imagine that a lot of them would agree. People commission those types of photos for their own private pleasure, not for public consumption."

"Is there any way to get around that?" Wendy asked.

"Sure," Clara replied. "Disguise who the photos are of."

"Couldn't you do that?" Wendy asked.

"Maybe," Clara said, looking off into space. "I could collage them, add an eye mask, airbrush any identifying tattoos. Unless someone really knew the subjects intimately, there'd be no way to know who they were. I doubt that anyone would take me to court over it if they ever found out."

"If someone objected, we could always just take their photo down," Wendy suggested. "But the only way that they'd know would be to stay at Garden of Eden and be put in the room with their photo. I think that's pretty unlikely. But if it were to happen, I'd think that anyone staying at Garden of Eden wouldn't mind, considering the type of resort that it's going to be and the type of people who would stay at such a resort."

"I think that you're right," Clara agreed, laughing.

"I'd have one condition, though," Wendy said, smiling broadly. "All of the photos would have to have cum in them."

"God, I love how twisted your mind is," Clara laughed.

"How much will it cost?" Wendy asked.

"How many photos?" Clara asked.

"160," Wendy replied.

"I usually get $10,000 for a photo," Clara said, smiling at the surprise on Wendy's face.

"That's $1.6 million," Wendy said. "Include a photo essay of the Garden of Eden, Adam, Eve, Cain, Abel, and Seth. You can interpret it any way you'd like, but each of the photos has to have cum in them. I'll give you a special exhibition space for it in the museum. We'll have to restrict it to adults with a very explicit warning about the contents, but I think it would be perfect. I'll give you an even $2 million for everything."

"You've got a deal," Clara said, laughing. "God, this is going to be so much fun."

"Exactly," Wendy agreed, smiling. "Now why don't we go upstairs and have some of that fun?"

"Oh, I'd love to," Clara replied, smiling.

Clara and Wendy were in a 69 in the morning when Mary burst into the room.

"I didn't know that Clara was here," she said, climbing onto the bed with them. "I would have joined you."

"Hello, Mary," Clara said, smiling as she lifted her face from Wendy's pussy.

"My door was open," Wendy said, as Mary rolled Clara off of her, then crawled between her legs.

"I just love eating your pussy," Mary said, sliding her tongue into Clara.

"You love eating pussy, period," Wendy laughed as she watched her eating Clara.

"Nice, a party," Monique said as she entered the bedroom and climbed up onto the bed.

"Come one, come all," Wendy said with a laugh as Monique mounted her face, then leaned over to eat her pussy.

When they all finally got out of Wendy's bed and went into the kitchen for coffee, Wendy told Mary and Monique about the agreement that she had struck with Clara for her photos.

"Oh, please use mine," Mary laughed. "I love the idea of people getting all hot and bothered looking at me."

"Me, too," Monique agreed.

"Who gets to play Eve?" Mary asked.

"I was hoping that Wendy would agree to do it," Clara replied.

"Not a chance," Wendy laughed. "I'd be too recognizable with my hair, even with an eye mask. I don't mind my photos being in the rooms, over a bed, but not in a public exhibition space. I have to consider my position."

"I'll do it," Mary volunteered. "My favorite position is on my back with my legs spread," she said to laughter.

"That's up to you and Clara," Wendy said, smiling. "Maybe she has someone else in mind."

"I think that Mary would be perfect," Clara said, smiling.

"I don't know if you've been keeping track, but we've now sold 43% of the hotel suites that we put up for sale," Wendy told Jonathan when she met him for coffee in his office when she got to work. "It's also pushed the remaining suites up to 80% in booking nights due to the scarcity of units."

"That sounds like a win-win," Jonathan said, smiling.

"I agree," Wendy replied, pleased. "It's exactly what we'd hoped for. So far, all of the new buyers are opting for our in-house housekeeping package. It's really the best-case scenario. When the annual numbers come out, people are going to notice that our percentage of booking nights has increased. That will only increase the bookings and further in advanced, as people will want to lock in their opportunities. It's the high-end business traveler who makes last-minute decisions that is getting the worst end of the deal, as there aren't suites and they're having to downgrade to regular rooms."

"That's a problem that I can live with," Jonathan laughed.

Wendy was finding it easier and easier to speed date, allowing the men to buy her dinner if she was hungry or a drink if she was thirsty, but mostly choosing to get what she was actually there for. She only dated 2-3 times a week, as opposed to Mary and Monique dating almost every night, but she found it the perfect answer to the increasing stress that she was feeling, especially waiting for the preliminary sketches from 1508 London.

"I think that you've been waiting for this," Monique said one morning as she entered her office with a large package.

Opening it, Wendy found a couple of dozen different sketches from 1508 London, of the building and of the spaces inside the building. She easily discarded most of them, but there were a few that she really liked.

"I think that these people can do what we want," she said when she entered Jonathan's office and showed him the sketches. "I like some of the ideas, and with some discussion and tweaking, I think that we can get what we want. We're clearly on the same page."

"Do you want to consult with any other firms?" Jonathan asked. "There are more than a few capable of doing what you want."

"If 1508 London hadn't given me any reason to think that they could do it, I'd have said yes," she replied, "but I think that they can, so why waste anyone's time? I'll give them a call and see how we proceed from here."

After talking with James Sullivan, Wendy realized that the best way to proceed would be for her to fly to London for 2-3 days. He had explained that they had all of their books of samples at their fingertips, that they could accomplish much more in their offices than they could if they came to see her. She informed Jonathan and had Monique book her a flight, excited at the prospect of going to London for the first time.

She stayed at St. James' Court, just a couple of blocks from the offices of 1508 London, but any hopes for finding time to visit some of London's famous museums were quickly dashed as she spent two long days going over the sketches and the plans, making changes and making some of the basic choices as far as fixtures and furnishings, but for the most part leaving the details of those choices up to them to decide. They promised to have new drawings and sketches for her within a week, then they would proceed from there.

Flying back, she belatedly realized that there was a lot more involved than she had thought and tried to resign herself to the idea that it wasn't going to happen quickly, no matter how impatient she was.

"I feel so frustrated," she said to Fred, sitting down in a chair facing his desk. "I can see it, but it feels like it's going to take forever."

"This could easily take a year or two," Fred advised. "Believe it or not, you're working on the most important phase of the project, making the decisions that will determine how everything looks. Correct decisions are far more important at this point than making quick progress. Save that for when the actual work commences. And keep in mind that this isn't the only thing on your plate. You've initiated many other changes, too. Worry about the things that you can affect. Everything will happen in its own time and trying to rush things will only cause problems which in turn will cost you even more time and money."

Wendy sucked it up and applied herself as she had been doing before Garden of Eden came into the picture, learning about the different properties, though her thoughts were never far from Garden of Eden.

"Jonathan," she said one morning as they were having coffee together. "If we're going to brand our wines, why don't we extend that to the toiletries that we put in the rooms?" she asked. "I love the Bvlgari products and everyone knows their name, but why don't we have Bvlgari brand their products for us?"

"They might not like that idea," Jonathan said. "I'm sure they like the brand exposure that they get."

"We could have them put some sort of a caveat on each package to the effect that it is made for Clandestine Group by Bvlgari," Wendy suggested. "Their name would still be there, just ours will be there bigger. We could even add them to the boutiques for sale, which we don't currently do. We can do a better job of increasing our brand footprint in people's consciousness."

"I have no objection at all," Jonathan said. "Contact them, see what they have to say. You could always suggest that their competition might be receptive to the idea. Losing their contract with us wouldn't cripple them, but they'd feel it."

It took several phone calls, but Wendy finally found Maria Peretti, the marketing director for Bvlgari at their headquarters in Rome, Italy. At first resistant, she agreed to discuss the idea with her superiors and get back to her when Wendy mentioned that Clandestine Group wouldn't be averse to giving Bvlgari access to retail space in each of their properties. She hadn't wanted to threaten them the way Jonathan had suggested and was pleased that she had found a way to use a carrot as opposed to a stick. When Maria got back to her 3 days later to tell her that they were interested in coming to an agreement, Wendy told her that Fred Johnson, Clandestine's Properties Manager, would be in touch to work out the details.

She celebrated that night by speed dating and allowing her date to first take her to dinner before taking her to bed, which turned out to be better than the dinner, she thought to herself when she sucked him off for the third and final time.

A few days later she received an updated set of drawings and renderings from 1508 London that sent her heart soaring with elation. They had definitely understood what she was trying for. She immediately called James Sullivan.

"The drawings are beautiful, James," Wendy told him. "I love what you've done."

"We felt that the lighter earth tones would be more uplifting," he explained. "Making the furnishings from teak fits that beautifully and teak can be polished to a high sheen, as well as being very sturdy and lasting forever."

"I also love the new lagoon," Wendy said.

"The footbridges crossing over it will be approximately 100' apart so that nobody has to walk too far," James explained. "They and the pathways and the rooftop decking will all be of ipe wood, a very sturdy wood that weathers well and is low maintenance. You never mentioned landscaping. Do you have any thoughts or preferences as to how you'd like that done?"

"I imagined fruit trees and plants that flower, preferably with a scent," Wendy replied. "I notice the lounge chairs, I guess they are, along the beach and also in the little open areas along the lagoon and along the pathways."

"This is a new idea that we're curious to hear what you think of," James said. "They are extra-long and queen-sized wide with 45º fixed backs and made of concrete, which we would make on-site. All of the edges will be rounded and the bases tiled in white tiles with gold flecking, in keeping with your stated color scheme preference. They will not suffer from any weather and never need replacing or maintenance other than cleaning from time to time. We will use high-quality, water-resistant materials for the mattresses and pillows for each of them. Since they will be made of concrete, they will not be moveable, which translates into less work for your staff. If we go with more traditional chaise lounges, again made of teak, you would be looking at a lifespan of 3-5 years before they needed replacing."

"Wouldn't concrete be uncomfortable?" Wendy asked.

"Nobody would be able to tell the difference with the mattresses and pillows," James assured her. "We opted for queen-sized because of the, ah, nature of your resort. The extra length will allow a person to completely stretch out as opposed to only being able to sit up because of the fixed back, as would be the case on a traditional queen-sized length."

"Could you send me some renderings of the lounge chairs?" Wendy asked. "Both in concrete and teak."

"Of course," James said. "I can have that to you tomorrow via email."

"I just love the museum," Wendy said. "It seems to blend into the landscape."

"Which was our intent," James said. "We drew inspiration from Frank Lloyd Wright, an American architect. Everything in white so that the art on the walls will stand out better. In all of the public spaces, we would use white statuario extra marble flooring from Carrara, Italy, the same marble used by Michelangelo for his statue of David. The rooms would all be done in plush, white-wool, high-pile carpeting, the bathrooms excepted. The walk-in showers in each of the rooms, as well as the swimming pool and the lagoon, will be done in Alexandra gold frosted glass-brick mosaic tile. I believe I included a photo of it in the package I sent you."

"You did, and it looks just amazing," Wendy said.

"The bathrooms would all have Brizo fixtures with the suites having bathtubs, with Jacuzzis on the balconies," James continued. "With respect to the spa and restaurant areas, we feel it would be best if we worked with the relevant people to design those areas to best suit their needs. Since you expressed an interest in the Shuiqi Spa in Dubai, we would want to have their input rather than imposing our design on them and making them adapt to it."

"I've hesitated to contact them because I wanted to be able to show them renderings," Wendy said.

"If we're in basic agreement about what we've just discussed, we can prepare more detailed renderings to show you exactly what everything will look like, including detailed renderings of the rooms and suites," James said. "That would include the landscaping. We have software that can produce renderings that would be almost indistinguishable from photos taken of the final product."

"You are making my day," Wendy laughed. "I have been on pins and needles about this."

"The biggest question for us is the lobby," James said. "Your specification that it be the most impressive lobby on the planet is quite daunting, not to mention expensive."

"If it were your hotel, what would you do?" Wendy asked.

"With money no object?" James asked.

"Sure, let's start there and see what we have," Wendy agreed.

"The flooring would be easy," James said, "LuxTouch marble tile. Each square meter is inlaid with over 1000 diamonds, 2400 pieces of mother of pearl, 400 pieces of abalone, and 500 pieces of black onyx. The price is $1 million per square meter. Your lobby is approximately 300 square meters."

"$300 million for a lobby floor!" Wendy gasped.

"I've seen a small wall display of just over 3 square meters in a private home," James said. "It is beautiful beyond words. A lobby tiled in it would just be breathtaking."

"The price alone is heart stopping," Wendy said.

"Then there's lighting," James said. "Only chandeliers could possibly serve."

"What kind of chandeliers?" Wendy asked.

"Big ones, several of them for a space of the size you're trying to light," James replied. "Because you're going to have artworks on the walls with the attendant museum-quality lighting, you don't want the chandeliers to be so bright that they'd interfere with the art, yet at the same time they would need to illuminate the space adequately."

"My gut reaction is to say that if there is more than one chandelier, that the impact or impression that it makes will be diluted because it...they will not be unique as such," Wendy said.

"Then have one custom-designed for your needs," James said. "A single chandelier to illuminate that much space would be huge. It would need to span the width of the room, some 25 meters."

"Could such a thing be done?" Wendy asked.

"Everything is just a matter of money," James said. "The engineering knowhow exists. Swarovski would be perfect for something like that. And a chandelier of that size would weigh several tons. We'd have to factor that into things and reinforce the ceiling to be able to handle such a load, which is not a problem, just something to be aware of. But the lobby is the least of your worries right now because it will be one of the last things that we'd do. We'd want to minimize the traffic over the finished product, so everything else would get completed first."

"Well, you've certainly given me plenty to consider," Wendy said with a sigh.

"I'll send you the renderings that we discussed within a week or so," James said, "as well as materials samples of the various fabrics that we'd be using. If you have any questions in the meantime, don't hesitate to call."

"Thank you, James," Wendy said. "I appreciate it."

"Our pleasure, Ms. Rose," he said.

Looking at the time and doing some quick mental calculations, Wendy realized that the next phone calls that she wanted to make would be the middle of the night for the person that she wanted to call, that she'd actually have to wake up in the middle of the night to make the calls. Instead, she looked up LuxTouch on the internet, reading about it and staring awestruck at the photos. Quickly sending Jonathan an email with the link, she went into his office.

"Jonathan, click on the link in the email I just sent you, please," she said, going around behind his desk to look at the monitor with him.

"What's this about?" Jonathan asked as the page loaded.

"Look at this," Wendy said, taking his mouse and scrolling down to a photo of the tile and double-clicking on it, loading it into its own window.

"Extraordinary," Jonathan said. "What is it?"

"How about our new lobby's floor?" Wendy asked.

"Can it be walked on?" he asked as she clicked back to the previous window.

"Go ahead and read about it," she said, going back around the desk and taking a seat.

"That's totally insane," he laughed. "$1 million per square meter!"

"I know," Wendy said, smiling.

"That would cost us what?" Jonathan asked.

"Somewhere near $300 million," Wendy replied.

"For a lobby floor?" Jonathan asked, staring at her as though she had lost her mind.

"The first impression anyone is going to get is when they walk through the doors and into the lobby," Wendy said. "That's what's going to set the tone for everything else that follows. I want them wetting their pants in awe at the beauty and luxury of what they are about to experience. Add to that the fact that the best of Tony's collection is going to be on the walls."