She needed a good rest. Watanabe Azumi had inherited a big company and those first months she had had a lot of work. Her father had been sick for a long time and getting worse by the second. The last years he wasn't able to do many things and so he had delegated his duties on other people. Her mother had died long before and they couldn't rely on her either. As a consequence, when he died, the company was a bit out of control. She had to put some order in the chaos. She had been preparing for that role all her life, but still took her by surprise, having to do it sooner than expected.

She was getting there. All the big businesses in her family portfolio were back on track. It was time to go for the smaller ones. One specifically had drawn her attention. It was a resort in a tropical island. Along the rainy months they were in low season, meaning that the resort would likely be empty. She decided to go as a client, instead of a boss, to check on things. That way she would be able to rest a bit, while making sure that her employees were earning their salary. Two well needed weeks of relax.

The island could only be accessed through a boat. About eighty kilometers to the north there was a bigger island with an airport, that in those dates had very little action because of the strong winds and the hurricane danger. The small ten meter boat only would carry supplies once a week to the resort in that period. The boat driver was used to all the big angry waves that hit the boat from all sides, but for Azumi the trip turned out to be very scary. Made worse because it was late in the afternoon.

She had made the reservation with a fake name. As it was low season, with cheaper prizes, she would pretend to be a regular working class tourist, and so she had packed light, avoiding any kind of jewelry, or similar complements, that would suggest the opposite. As a consequence the people in the airport, the taxists, and the boat driver didn't treat her with the deference she was accustomed to. It was working, se would be able to watch and learn.

When she left the boat she was only carrying a big suitcase, and dressed in a simple button down shirt and knee length skirt combination. Being used to having an assistant carrying an umbrella in those situations, she immediately regretted having forgotten that detail. Not that it would matter much with the incredibly dense rain that was falling from all directions. After doing the two hundred meters from the small wooden dock, in the beach, to the hall of the main building of the resort, her long black hair, going to the middle of her back, was plastered to her neck and torso. She had fortunately chosen a dark coloured plaid shirt because it was almost transparent. Looking back she saw that the boat driver was wearing an ample raincoat, an the supplies he was carrying on a cart were also protected by several layers of plastic. It would have been a great idea.

Azumi entered in the hall and went to the check-in counter. There was a good looking woman, in her twenties. When Azumi arrived there she saw that the woman, María, according to the name tag, was slightly underdressed. The tailored white shirt had no buttons on its upper half, and so the girl was showing a lot of skin, plus a part of her bra. The grey skirt only reached to the mid thigh. Azumi decided that the dresscode musted be revised.

-Hi, eh... María?

-Welcome, ma'am. We were expecting you.

-You were?

-Of course, we only have two clients booked this month.- Azumi didn't know that she would have company. She hoped that it would be nice.- You were given a password, yes?- María put the keyboard of her computer on the countertop.

-Oh, yeah.- Azumi had only talked with the director of the resort, who wouldn't be there along that period. That system of sending an e-mail with the password was going to work great as it meant that she didn't need to use her identity documents, and nobody would know her real name. She produced a piece of paper from her suitcase and showed it to María.- Chocolate cake!

-Okey...- Surprised, María typed the password herself and looked at the screen for a moment. Then turned it around for Azumi to see it as well.- These are the options you chose, correct? Are you sure?

-Yes they are.- Azumi replied after a brief glance. Her attention was focused on the cost. If all the clients paid so little the resort wasn't going to make much profit. She guessed that the director had interceded, despite her instructions.

María typed something and a small metallic box behind her opened. There were a good bunch of them. Doing a quick calculus in her head Azumi noticed that there were much more boxes than bedrooms. Guessing that all the bedrooms were in the five stores main building where she was. From the box María retrieved something metallic and small. While she did so Azumi checked something on her phone.

-Oh, no, ma'am, those are forbidden here. Please turn it off and give it to me.

-What? Oh... I'm sorry. It's my first time here and I don't know many things.- She did as she was told. The phone went into the same metallic box.

-You must give me any document with your personal information, including the one with your password. Also any money you may have.- Grabbing her wallet from the suitcase Azumi gave María all those things, who went into the same box before locking it closed.- Now come closer.- Confused, Azumi got closer and bent forward slightly over the countertop, as María brought the metallic thing to her neck. It turnet out to be a necklace. From the thin chain hung a rounded pendant, around one inch wide, with one coconut engraved. Then Azumi noticed that María had a similar necklace with two palm trees instead. María stopped for a moment. Then, after a brief hesitation, she undid the top three buttons of Azumi's shirt to her utter surprise.

-Eh...- Started Azumi. The last time that somebody did to her something of the kind was her aunt, when she was in highschool, about fifteen years ago. María closed the necklace around her neck, closing the clasp in one of the links of the chain, in such a way that it was tight around her neck, but not enough to pose a problem.

-It must be always on sight.- María stopped Azumi when she was about to close the buttons again.- Now follow me to your bedroom.

María guided Azumi to the elevator. Along the way she put a finger on her right ear and said to someone that the client had arrived. Then Azumi noticed that María had an earpiece there. In one of the corridors they closed paths with the cleaning lady, carrying a cart. She was wearing a short version of a classical french maid in dark grey, that showed a lot of cleavage, and the lower half of her thighs. The abdominal area seemed very tight and boned. The name tag said Priya. She had also an earpiece and her necklace showed three tree palms. Like María's her hair was tied in a tight ponytail. Oddly from the belt around her waist hung a thing with a thick leather handle and a bunch of leather straps. More appropriately from the same belt also hung a ring with a wide array of keys.

Azumi followed María to her bedroom in the second floor. It had no lock. Instead there was a small keyboard next to the door, where each key showed a number and several letters. Azumi wrote her password, following María's instruction, and the door opened. Then María left, before Azumi could ask the many questions she had. She just closed the door, put the suitcase on the bed and laid there.

She wanted to take a shower, but decided to go first to the restaurant. She had puked in the boat and she was hungry. She changed into some dry clothes, making sure that the necklace was on sight and went downstairs. María was not in her countertop so Azumi just kept walking until she found the restaurant.

There were two men. One dressed in a hawaiian shirt and shorts, with no necklace, sitting on a table next to a window. The other dressed in comfortable garments, all in white, with an apron. The fact that the second man whore a necklace with a palm tree, an earpiece and was behind the countertop suggested that he worked there, so Azumi went to him.

-Hi, I'm the new client. I don't know much about the habits here, could I eat something?- The man, Luigi according to the name tag, looked confused and didn't answer. From behing Azumi approached the other man.

-There will not be food for a couple of hours, right Luigi? The kitchen is not open yet.- The other man said. Luigi, still cofused, just nodded.- Give the lady something to eat, would you?

Azumi was getting a bit angry for the strange behavior of the people who unknowingly were her employees so she engaged the stranger in conversation. His name was Hans and he was the other client, that María had mentioned. He explained that he didn't carry the necklace because he had already been in the resort for a long period and all the workers knew what was he allowed to do and where he was allowed to go. The trees and the coconuts were related to that.

They kept talking for a while and Azumi ate the nuts that Luigi had brought. Hans was very handsome and he knew. His t-shirt was tight enough to outline his muscles. The bulge on his pants showed that, either he was erect, or he was carrying weight. After a while he suddenly grabbed Azumi's ass quite rudely and she angrily pushed him apart. Pretending that nothing had happened he kept going with his small talk and she let it pass. After a few minutes he grabbed her ass again. This time she got real angry and went to the hall looking for María to put a complaint. As she still wasn't there she went back to her bedroom, having made up her mind about firing at least two people.

In her bedroom she found a third person to fire, Priya was there. Apparently she had thrown the contents of her suitcase on her bed and everything was in disarray, except that her garments were separated in two piles.

-What are you doing!?- Asked Azumi. Instead of answering immediately Priya estared at her intensely. So much that scared Azumi.

-Some of these items are forbidden here.

-My clothes?

-Yes!- Priya replied in a very dry tone.

Already assuming that her holidays were to going to be unpleasant, and short if she run out of patience, she complied. Following Priya's instructions Azumi separated all the garments. In the closet she put the things she intended to wear in her last day in the resort, just before leaving. For that she merely chose a t-shirt and jeans. In a pile went all the skirts and trousers, except for two short shorts, that Azumi used for her daily stretching exercises, alone at home. Also there went all the underwear. Only panties, as with her escarce breasts she didn't need bras. Instead she merely used to wear tight tops, that pressed on her chest, sometimes with adhesive tape for her nipples. All the things that weren't clothes, such as hygiene products, were included in that pile. In the second pile went all the rest.

-Now what?- Asked Azumi, pretty angry by that point.- What's wrong with my underwear?

-Too boring.

-How's the not boring?

-Sexy.- Surprisingly Priya lifted the hem of her skirt and showed what was beneath. It was a lacy, almost transparent thong, with a slit cut in the middle. Then she grabbed a plastic garbage bag from her cart and asked Azumi to put the first and biggest pile in there, and the rest on the suitcase.- Keep going.- She said pointing at the bag. Azumi didn't understand her and didn't move.- What you have on!

-What! No!

-No?

-No!

With no further ado Priya grabbed the leather thing on her belt, which Azumi later would learn it was called flogger, and used it to hit her on her ass, thighs and torso. She tried to protect herself, but the hits also hurt on her arms. After a couple of minutes trying to dodge the blows with little success she complied. Priya had proven to be in a very good shape, both in strength and cardio. Azumi removed her trousers, shoes, socks and panties, putting them in the bag. After she removed her top garments, and Priya checked that she had no bra, she allowed her to put them on again.

-Grab your things and follow me.- Ordered Priya. Leaving the cart there.

Azumi didn't want to leave her bedroom bare bottom and barefoot, but she didn't want another round with the flogger either. Fortunately her t-shirt was long enough to cover her intimate parts, more or less. She hoped that along the way she found any other person to ask for help.