Resort Bondage 1
The bitch had only been on the island for a day and already Juan couldn't
stand her. She pranced around the resort in her tight little dresses and
sexy swim suits. She treated the staff like shit and flashed her parent's
money like it was just paper.
The irony was Juan admired and respected her parents. They had been coming
to the carribean resort island for many years. They were nice people and
always treated Juan and the rest of the staff with the proper respect. As
bartender, it did not escape Juan's notice that they were also excellent
tippers. Juan genuinely liked them and enjoyed serving them. But this year
they had brought their daughter.
Her name was Melanie. She was twenty-one years old and joining her parents
on this trip was sort of a birthday gift. When Juan saw her his jaw
dropped. She made a stunning first impression. She was very beautiful.
She had long dark hair and a magnificent tanned body, which Juan soon found
out she was not shy about showing off.
"Melanie, this is Juan," her father introduced his attractive daughter to
him. "Juan has been here for many years. He is a good man and an
extraordinary bartender."
Juan beamed at the praise. He bowed his head slightly and reached out to
gently take her hand. "It is an honor to meet you," he said.
"Make me a cocktail would you, Juan?" Melanie dismissed him abruptly and
turned away. She strolled toward the pool.
Juan was shocked by her rebuff. But he recovered quickly. "Right away,
Miss Gates," he muttered softly.
Although off duty at the time he turned toward the bar to prepare the
drink. As he walked away he could hear Mr. and Mrs. Gates chastising their
daughter for her rudeness. But apparently to no avail. When Juan went to
take the drink to her he found that she had already gone to her room.
The next evening Juan arrived at the resort to start his shift at the bar.
He was immediately told that Melanie had been tormenting the staff all day.
She would order a plate of food, take one bite of the exquisitely prepared
fare and then throw the dish onto the floor, exlaiming loudly that this food
wasn't nearly up to her standards. The servers were in tears. The chef was
outraged.
Juan was upset. "Where's Mr. and Mrs. Gates?" he asked. He had a good
rapport with them. He would have to see what he could do for the rest of
the staff. This abuse had to stop.
"I called the front desk to find out," the first shift bartender said.
"They signed up for a tour. They won't be back for three days."
Suddenly a crash came from the dining area as another plate of food hit the
floor. Juan listened to Melanie's shrill voice expressing her displeasure
with absolute disregard for anyone. The young lady who had the misfortune
of serving her ran past Juan in tears. Juan peeked into the dining area.
Melanie was at the center table by herself. She was wearing a tight little
minidress and looked very beautiful. Normally a woman of her striking
beauty would never dine alone at this club. He noticed other guests leaving
their tables in disdain.
"Juan, we have to do something."
Juan realized it was time for drastic measures. He stepped around the bar
and began to fix a special drink for the obnoxious young lady. He could
lose his job over what he was about to do. But he had no choice. He was
the only one that even had a slimmest chance of pulling this off.
He finished the drink and asked the other bartender to go take a break.
When he was alone Juan reached far down beneath the bar and retrieved a
small white vial from a tiny recess in the wood. He opened the vial and
took out two small white pills. He used these only in extreme situations to
convince guests that it was time for them to leave the bar and get some
rest. After all, a guest who is sick or hungover from the night before
doesn't spend any money the next day. He put two pills in the drink and
stirred it until the pills disolved.
He took the drink to her. "Good evening, Ms. Gates. I took the liberty of
preparing one of my specialties for you today." Juan remained cheerful to
her even as she glared at him. He set the drink down in front of her. "I
must warn you though. It may be too strong for you. If you find this to be
the case just toss it onto the ground so that I will be sure to hear the
crash of shattering glass and I will be here almost immediately with another
drink. One more suitable to your obviously delicate pallette."
Melanie's eyes narrowed. She studied Juan carefully.
Juan smiled at her pleasantly.
She slowly raised the glass to her lips and drank.
"This is fine," she murmurred.
Without another word, Juan withdrew. His ploy had worked. Now he had only
to wait for the drug to take effect. It would not take long. When Juan
noticed her resting her head in her hands he knew she was feeling the
effects. Not wasting any time Juan hurried over to her.
"Can I get you another drink, Ms. Gates?" he asked politely.
"No," she answered softly. She looked up at him through bleary eyes.
"Very well," Juan replied and turned away. Then he turned back again.
"Forgive me for saying so miss, but you don't look so good. Are you feeling
alright?"
"I'm fine," she snapped at him. "Just a little tired. I'll be in my
suite." She rose and wobbled toward the elevator.
Juan smiled. So far so good. He summoned the other bartender back from
his break. He explained that he was going to be late today and asked if
he'd cover him for a few hours. After agreeing that Juan would return by
eight o'clock he headed to his truck to collect a few things he'd be needing
for the next phase of his plan.
After retrieving a bag from his truck Juan stopped by the front desk for a
moment. Then he continued on to the elevator. He rode it up to the third
floor and soon found himself at the door of Melanie's suite. He knocked
softly. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer or sound from
within. Juan produced a key from his pocket. He slowly inserted it into
the lock and turned it. The door opened. Juan slipped inside quietly.
As he suspected, Melanie lay across her bed completely unconcious. Juan
crossed the room to the bed where Melanie lay sprawled rather unladylike.
The tight little dress she wore had ridden up slightly on her thigh and Juan
caught a glimpse of her panties. He was going to enjoy this.
