Nicole was living out her interracial fantasies with her black lover Curtis, until he made the offer. One year on a private island resort at the whim and desire of any black man there. It was too much to turn down, but as Nicole jumps in with both feet, her husband Kyle begins to see it is not only about the money.
We met in one of the classiest restaurants in town. She was wearing a low cut blue sequined evening gown and caught the eyes of every man in the place. She and I entered alone, and Kyle came in a few minutes later. He had decided he didn’t like looking like a third wheel and decided this was the best way for us to enter or leave a room together, the good looking blond on the arm of the tall black man.
Nicole was loving it, she was into the being-shown-off side of an interracial relationship, and stood ramrod straight with her chest thrust out confidently now.
“You both are very nice people,” I began. “I have enjoyed our fucking and time together so far, and look forward to more of it. But I have a business proposition I would like to make to you that is rarely offered. You will understand as I continue. Are you willing to hear it?”
They both nodded, curious to see where I was going with it.
“Are you familiar with a country called Owanda?” I asked.
“Rwanda?” Nicole asked.
“No, Owanda,” it is a small African island nation in the Indian Ocean, near the French owned Reunion Island. I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of it. Few people have.
It resembles Hawaii, but much smaller, in the volcano belt of that part of the world. Owanda was also owned by France, but gained its independence in 1968 and in the late 70’s the oil was discovered.
The Owandan’s per capita income is probably the richest group of people in the world.
Off the main island of Owanda there are several smaller islands, a few of which have been turned into resorts.”
There were still listening—as I knew they would.
I looked at Nicole. “Have you enjoyed going black?”
“Hell yes,” she shot back instantly. “I love it.”
Turning to Kyle I asked him, “And do you enjoy her fucking black men?”
“I think it is the hottest thing in the world I could imagine, or have ever seen,” Kyle answered.
“How has the sex between the two of you been since this started?”
“Great..” Nicole said, interrupted by Kyle who said,
“Off the charts.”
“Want to keep it up?” Both nodded.
“Well what do you think if you could get a lot more black dick, Nicole? Would that be ok, would that be good?”
“Of course,” she answered.
“Absolutely,” he responded. “But how you gonna do that with our reality lives of work and obligations?” I smiled.
“I work for a resort that is called “Club Indulgence” by most members. Most of just simply refer to it as “CI”. The corporate entity that owns it and a few other resorts is BQZ, Inc.” It is the largest payer of taxes in the country, and the President of Owanda is also one of the shareholders of the parent company.
“This is a resort unique in the world, and I would like for you two to join the staff there.”
“We can’t, we have jobs,” they chorused, “And kids here, and…” I cut them off.
“I know that, but please here me out. CI is a resort at which money is not a consideration. The founders have unlimited funds, and they have created an unlimited resort. Membership is exclusive, very expensive, and frankly clubs catering to multi-millionaires attract others of the ilk. They are willing to pay very well to people that we think will be an asset to the club.
“They have a lavish salary agreement.” I took my pen, and wrote figures on the back of two business cards, sliding one across the table to Nicole and the other to Kyle. They stared at the figures.
“You are joking.”
“No, not at all, I’m very serious. Nicole, you would be paid $1 million dollars, and Kyle, you would receive five hundred thousand dollars, for one year’s work.”
There was a long silence. I knew they were in disbelief, and then curious. “I will continue if you want to know more, if you think I’m crazy, then just say so and we can forget we ever had this conversation.”
“Go on,” Nicole said as Kyle nodded.
I had done this enough that I knew I had just hired two people for CI, but I still had to go through the motions, and get the money right.
“There has to be a catch,” Kyle said. “This is crazy.”
“I know it sounds crazy, but does $1 million dollars sound crazy?” I countered. “Let me elaborate, and like I said, this is only an offer.”
Nicole was not saying anything, intently listing.
“Go on,” she repeated again, “but 1 million dollars to do what? And if you are legit, I?want to hear the answers you have about family, jobs, and the questions anyone would have.”
“Yes, I do. It works is like this. You are hired to work at CI for one year from the day you arrive. In that year you will have periodic contact with family and friends, but it is very limited. That’s a necessity of the job, but you are more than well compensated for it, and you will have plenty to pass along to the family members who have to do without you for a year.”
“You will have an intermediary assigned to your family at the home office, and they will relay messages back and forth, notify you of any family emergencies, deaths, etc. Naturally for something like that you would be in contact or in vital cases sent home while needed without affecting the contract.
“While you will be working for CI, the cover story is you are working to help tutor tribesmen in the Gabon jungle, and it is so far away from civilization that you are unable to be reached on a regular basis.
“As for your job, with 1.5 million dollars properly invested you will never need to work again. If you like we can assist you in investing a part of it, and if you want to start a new business upon your return we will even offer a loan to get you started at 2% interest. You would never have to touch your $1.5 million. We have ways of holding your money offshore in escrow so it is taxed only as you bring it into the US.”
“And what do we do to earn this kind of money,” Kyle asked.
“You, very little Kyle. Frankly we have learned however that things go much better if the husband accompanies the wife.
“As for Nicole, she would have to available sexually to any guest there, at any time. There would be times that you might not see her for a few days, but generally you will be together much of the time.”
“A whore?” Nicole commented.
“A rich whore, Nicole,” I said, “And a husband who makes $500,000 for going along and giving you moral support. If you accept the contract you will quickly discover the year goes much quicker than you think.”
“The clientele is the world’s richest black men, and their friends, some of them are white and a few other nationalities. At any given time there are around 650 members there, so we need 650 or so companions for them. We have 4 staff members for every guest to provide food, activities, and the day to day running of the resort. Husbands do some of that, but frankly they are not needed to do work--Kyle would be the primarily for your support. I didn’t mention that with a husband there it also defeated the excuse about what they would tell kids and family, why the wife was away when the husband stayed at home for a year.
“There are some of our members who like for the husband to watch as they fuck the husband’s wife, so Kyle would be expected to do that if asked. Otherwise, he has plenty of non-technical duties around the resort more to keep him busy and help the resort with basics more than any specific need. Just day to day helping out chores, maintenance things like grounds keeping, and a very light schedule at that. And there are women available for his needs if you are too occupied, Nicole. ”
They were both stunned and reeling with such an alien concept, so I closed the deal while they were still in shock.
“I hate talking about the business side of this—I can assure you from what other couples have said about their year after their return that it was one of the most exciting things they had ever done.
“Think about what you can do with that kind of money,” I said. I knew they had not done the math. “$5,000 a day. Two weeks work and you’ve covered a year’s college education for your kids and eventually their kids.”
They looked at each other, shocked at the reality of the money. “All you have to do is fuck men, most of them black, just like you have for the last month,” I said.
“I’m in my 40’s, why would anyone want me for this when the world is full of young models who would jump at this?” Nicole asked. I smiled at myself. She had just let me know where her interest was—her primary concern was how she would stack up against the younger women. She was not rejecting the concept.
“Good question, but you sell yourself short. There are plenty of younger model types there, and a variety ages and nationalities.
“But there are some young men who prefer older women, there are men who prefer women closer to their own age. There are members who prefer white women, and in particular married white women. And you have very nice real boobs—all of which is important to our members. We cater to their indulgence. You fit a number of bills, not the least of which is enthusiasm for fucking black men, and in a month we have an opening for a woman with your looks and age who is in her final month there, so we like to get all the slots filled and up to speed before anyone leaves.”
Nicole looked at Kyle. She already had her answer. I could see it. Kyle was holding back. He was still skeptical. Not because of the theme but because for him it seemed too good to be true. “I assume you have this in writing, a contract or something?”
“Certainly,” I said, reaching into my bag and handing him a brief two-page contract. “Take it to your lawyer if you like, but the catch is I have to have an answer within 24 hours. You know by then if you want to do this or not.” Kyle started reading the contract.
“What if we get there and do not like it?” Nicole asked.
“You’re free to go. You’re not signing away your freedom. But you do need to understand how the money works. We advance 2 weeks salary up front—$10,000. This should cover all incidental expenses in preparing to leave, and prepay things like college tuition for your kids, and their expenses.
If you balk within the first 30 days, then you owe us the $10,000 back. Once you get there, your payment accrues at $1000 a day the first month, which is wired to your bank account daily. That is yours to keep regardless.
The rest of the money is wired to a numbered Swiss bank account held jointly by you and the corporation at Â½ your daily rate. If you leave in the first six months you will get Â¼ of the money in that account, roughly $1250 per day. If you leave after six months and before the year end, you will get Â½ of you’re the money in the Swiss account.
You get the total amount wired to your account at the end of your 365th day.
The amount of cash was high, and Kyle was still cautious.
“The way the tax structure is anymore it would not give us enough to never work again. And if we leave for a year we will both lose our jobs,”?Kyle said.
They didn’t know I?had already won the battle. Neither Nicole or Kyle were saying no, now they were haggling money. I?had the money. I?had heard it said that any problem you can fix with money was not a problem.
There had been a time in the past when I started off with the typical amount, but it took the fun out of it, and then again you would be surprised at how many couples I did recruit for Club Indulgence and accepted the first one-million offer. However Nicole fit my niche open there. I wanted her--on a couple of levels.
“OK, here’s my final offer. If this is a no, then I’ll pick up the dinner tab and we’ll be through here.” I wrote the numbers down on the back of the card and handed it to Nicole. Kyle looked over your shoulder.
“Oh my God,”?Nicole gasped.
“You are serious?”?Kyle asked, “Six million dollars for Nicole and one for me? Seven million dollars?”
“Yes. Do you two want to talk about it?”
Nicole was practical. “I don’t see what there is to talk about Kyle, you wanted me slutty and this is the ultimate,” she said. “If I am the one making twice the money and doing all the work, I think I should have the most input on the decision. And honey, I don’t see how we have any choice. We can’t pass up this much money. It’s only a year, and you’ll be there too. Both kids are in college and talking about going to school in the summers too. There is nothing stopping us.”
“Well what about being…” Kyle wasn’t able to finish.
“Being a whore, fucking a lot of black men?” Nicole laughed, “Isn’t that what we’ve been playing with for the last few weeks? Besides, we will miss the cold of this winter! Like Curtis said, I will be a whore, but a very rich whore.”
“OK, sounds like we’re in, where do we go from here?” Kyle asked.
“I would like to have Nicole deliver the notarized contract with both your signatures tomorrow night and I’ll get her home to you the following day by noon,” I said.
Kyle grimaced, and I laughed, “Yes, I want her overnight, she’s going to be gone for a year, and I’ve just handed you a multi-million dollar deal. She’s getting paid to fuck black men, so one overnight with the man who busted her black cherry shouldn’t be too much to ask! Give a brother a break, man!”
“Hell, you’re right,” Kyle said. “She would never have gone this far without your help. Enjoy her tonight,” he paused, “make it her best fuck ever.”
“I will,” I promised, thinking at the same time he might as well get used to his wife getting black dick without him there now. But considering there was one million dollars on his end for the inconvenience. He could adjust.