- - - Day 1 - - -

Jimmy grumbles and groggily opens his eyes. The sand is hot and-wait, sand? All he can remember is a shipwreck, but even the details are hazy. Blinking from the sunlight, he notices three figures. Their shadows lean over him. It seems to be 3 women based on the curves of their silhouettes. "Uhhh hi? W-where am I? Some kind of island? And who are you?"

One of them crosses her arms underneath her breasts, pushing them up in her bright blue bikini. "Of course you're on an island. Wow. Even shipwrecked, he's annoying?" she says. "Relax, boy. We're just... hospitality staff. Yeah, this is a private resort." She shares glances with the other girls. "You're very lucky we found you."

The one in the lavender bikini giggles, dropping onto her knees beside Jimmy so that her cleavage fills his view. "Mmm~ Poor thing's all confused. Don't worry, we'll take good care of you..." she purrs, trailing one finger down his shoulder. 

Jimmy jerks back, scrambling sideways until his back hits a palm tree. "I-okay, first off, personal space please!" his voice cracks, as he tries to-and fails-to look anywhere but her chest. "Second, hospitality staff? In bikinis? I'm not stupi- uhh," he cuts off with a wheeze as the third steps behind him, drawing his eyes up her staggering figure. She might just be the hottest woman he's ever seen, although the other 2 are some close competition. She looms over him with one sandal planted beside his thigh.

"You talk too much." Her voice is thick like honey, her towering presence forcing his gaze up at her pink bikini top. "But we'll fix that. Right girls?" Behind her, the other girls smile. Blue and Purple, Jimmy decides to nickname them, based off the only thing he can keep his eyes on, their skimpy swimsuits. 

Pink's gaze burns into him. "F-fix? I'm not-" His protest dies when Purple scoots closer, her thigh pressing against his. He can feel the warmth of her skin through his threadbare trousers. His instincts are beggin him to run... "But do I really want to run from this?"  he thinks to himself.

Purple leans even further towards him, giggling, her motion causing her beguiling breasts to shake. "Oh you're so adorable when you're frightened~ I know Sara can be intimidating," she says, her hands aimlessly playing with the frayed collar of his shirt. "But good boys don't squirm... They listen." 

Blue looks back at Purple and rolls her eyes, but then changes her position, tilting her hip outward to emphasize her waistline. Then she steps forward with one quick movement and lands in the sand, pushing herself between Purple and Jimmy with enough exaggerated motion to raise the hem of her bikini bottoms. "Back off, Kate."

"Hey! Sophie!" Kate yelps as she is unceremoniously pushed back. She hmphs as she begins to move around to Jimmy's other side.

"What? He's clearly mi-" Sophie gets interrupted by a stern look from Sara, reminding her of what they must keep secret. "-in need of hospitality! Let's get him to the resort."

Jimmy swallows hard as Sophie's round ass touches his leg as she pushes Kate aside, his mind racing from between fear to arousal. "Wait-is this really a resort? Where are the... you know, the buildings?" He gestures vaguely towards the thick palm trees surrounding the beach, yet his eyes eyes betray him as they continually dart between his pointing finger and Sophie's breasts, which are now inches from his face.

Sophie rolls her eyes and places one perfectly polished hand on her hip while the other twirls her brown hair. "It’s hidden of course, genius." She leans down and drops her voice to a whisper, “You don’t have a lot of experience hiding things. Your stare included.” Kate gives a frustrated exhale behind her and Sara raises an eyebrow at Sophie's tactlessness. Jimmy blushes furiously and naturally looks back at her tits. He wasn't trying to hide it before, and now he's been specifically pointed out for it?  "I-uh-that’s no-" The words get stuck in his throat when Kate lands on his other side and her hands trail up his sunburnt arm. 

"God, you’re pathetic," Sophie purrs, though the faint smirk plastered across her face lets him know that she enjoys it. Kate’s lips twist into a mischievous grin as she watches Jimmy struggle between them. "Sophie’s right; you are pathetic… but that’s why we like you," she said, leaning in to press her tits against his arm as she whispers, "Bet you’ve never been this close to a real girl before, huh? Want us to prove we’re real?"

"I-uh-prove how?" he stammers, looking from the smile to the three sets of barely held back breasts. His whole body locks up in reaction to Kate's words, which echo like honey in his mind, his heart beating faster than his brain. "Danger" screams somewhere inside, but the body heat and smell of salt and sunscreen block it out entirely.

Sara slowly drops to her knees behind Jimmy's head, her hands weaving through his tangled hair to turn his head back against her thigh. "Prove we're real? Shh..." she whispers, her voice a deep purr as her other hand travels down his chest. "Thinking too hard ruins the fun." The sensation sends a shiver through Jimmy as Sophie and Kate move in on either side of him, their thighs pressing against his shaking legs. Jimmy's arousal spikes as Sara's legs cradle his head, her warmth burning through his thin shirt.

The combined force of Kate's soft thigh pressing against his right leg and Sophie's firm press against his left causes him to lose his train of thought. "I-uh-this isn't hospitality," he manages weakly, though the movement of his hips betrays him.

Kate laughs, pushing her leg even harder against Jimmy. "Nuh uh, hospitality is what we say it is, silly boy," she whispers. Her hand reaches out to his waistband, then hesitates, leaving letting anticipation to twist tight in his stomach. "Perhaps we ought to give you the real welcome package."

Sophie's smirk fades as Kate's hands inch too close to Jimmy's waistline. "Ugh, stop!" She yanks him upright by the wrist as she exhales through her noise. Kate looks rather disappointed. As he stumbles forward, she wedges herself between him and Kate, her backside brushing intentionally against his crotch. "The resort is down this way, dumbass," she she says as she leads him down the path into the jungle while tossing her hair over her shoulder. Kate frowns behind them as Sara sighs, their slow attempts to seduce him ruined by Sophie's haste. The sensation of Sophie's ass grinding against him ignites his arousal as she jerks him relentlessly to stay near her along the path. "H-hold on, slow down-" His words fade as she looks back over her shoulder and stops, letting Jimmy admire her under the scrutiny of her gaze.

She resumes walking and her blue bikini bottoms hike up to tease her curves with the swaying of her cheeks with each step. His breath catches and desire claws at him, making his hips automatically inch closer to her butt grinding against him. Sophie all but preens at his reaction, her hold on his wrist tightening as she pulls him along the lush jungle path. "A total mess," she mutters, her voice full of smug satisfaction rather than annoyance. The heat clings to their skin, the noise of the waves in the distance fading out as a vision of the lavish cabana come into view in the clearing ahead, the silky curtains billowing in the breeze. She halts abruptly, turning back to him wand smirking. "See? I told you it was well hidden." Her touch drifts down across his chest before stopping mere inches above his belt buckle. "Now... thank me."

Jimmy's breathing hiccups as her fingertips graze the waistband of his shorts, his thoughs racing faster than the thudding in his chest. "I-uh-thank you?" His words trail off into a question as his gaze darts from the smile on her face to the straining bikini top. The scent of her perfume enters his brain, clouding his thoughts. "It doesn't make any sense," Jimmy blurts out, though his body seems to be moving into her affectionate reach. "Why would there be a resort here?"

Sara moves forward, her pink bikini shining as she moves around them, circling like a shark. "Because, you see, some guests like to have... special attention." She trails her single finger along the back of his shoulder as she leans in, her lips grazing his ear. "And you, little sailor, are very special."

Kate chuckles, spinning a lock of her hair around her finger. Sophie rolls her eyes, but her grip on Jimmy's wrist doesn't relax, and she pulls him forcibly towards the entrance of the cabana, the shimmering fabric of the curtain opening to reveal a dark, heavily cushioned space filled with low-slung furniture. "Sit down," Sophie orders, pushing him into the nearest couch. "Or do you want to stand there gaping like a fish?"

"This is a lot," Jimmy stutters, his voice shaking as Sophie settles herself beside him, her leg nudging his. He swallows, fighting between the impulse to make a run for it or sink deeper into her touch. Sophie's fingertips trail up the outside of his leg, her nails scratching gently against the fabric of his pants. "Oh, it's nothing compared to what we have planned for you," Sophie purrs, her lips inches from his ear. Her free hand plays with the strings of her bikini top, nudging it slightly, so that his gaze is able to catch a peek at the curve of her breast. "Unless... you’d rather we stop?" Her smirk says she already knows the answer.

Jimmy's throat constricts as Sophie's fingers edge higher, his gasps for air shallow. "I-uh-should probably ask more questions," he stammers, but the movement of his hips reveals the truth. His eyes dart between Sophie's smiling lips and the flash of skin she's taunting him with.

Sophie laughs mockingly as she continues to circle Jimmy's leg, pulling distractedly at the strings of her bikini to give Jimmy a little bit of additional cleavage. "Look around, dummy," she whispers, nodding lazily toward the entrance of the cabana where the light of twilight turns the sky a deep violet. "You wanna sleep in the and like a crusty old castaway? Or..." Her hand reaches up higher, stopping just short of the telltale tent in his trousers. "Stay where someone appreciates you?" She presses a hot kiss to his cheek. "Just nod if you agree."

Jimmy simply nods, his eyes riveted on where she's twiddling with her teasing top. His throat is silent as his attention focuses on the smooth skin she's flaunting. A bead of sweat slides down his temple as his heart thrums with his racing pulse where she touches his thigh with her nails. Sophie pulls her bikini string down further and observes his dilated pupils with satisfied hunger. "Good boy," she whispers, tracing the tip of her finger down the belt of his trousers. "Now, tell me. Do you feel lucky? Stuck here stranded with three women who just happen to adore shipwrecked little sailors?" Again, he nods, and his resolve crumbles under her demanding stare and calculated teasing.

"I—this isn't real," he gasps, but his hips betrays him. His thoughts stray as Sophie's fingers trace the shape of his dick through his thin pants. Her smirk widens as he chokes on a whimper.

"You're right," she whispers, biting her lower lip. "It's better." Kate laughs into her hand behind them, while Sara observes with a knowing grin, her fingers tapping out a slow beat on her thigh. With a sudden flick of her wrist, Sophie snaps her bikini string back into place, and the fabric pulls tight enough to make her breasts jiggle temptingly. "Oops~" Sophie looks down at Jimmy's devastated expression and pats his cheek like he's a dumb puppy. "You think I'd let you? Please." Her laughter is bratty and cruel as she leans back and crosses her legs.

Kate seems to appear out of thin air behind Jimmy, her hands grasping his shoulders as she leans her heavy chest into his back. "Sophie is such a tease," she murmurs in his ear, her breath warm. "But I'm nicer. Want me to give you and idea of what you're missing?" Her hand strokes his chest before stopping just above his belt buckle while Sophie scowls at her.

Sophie's eyes narrow as Kate invades her territory once again, her manicured fingers digging into deep Jimmy's wrist. "Back off, Kate. He's not your stray puppy," she spits, pulling Jimmy upright despite his obvious reluctance. The movement pushes her blue bikini bottoms up a fraction higher, but Sophie doesn't notice, too intent on hauling Jimmy out of the shadows of the cabana. "Come on, sailor boy. You're sleeping in the guest room." Behind them, Kate pouts dramatically while Sara watches with an amused smirk.

Jimmy stumbles after Sophie out of the cabana and into the resort proper. His pulse hammers wildly where her nails bite into his skin. "Guest room?" he croaks in echo. It feels a little excessive to him. But as the words struggle to form  in his mind, his eyes drink in the rhythm Sophie's hips swaying with each step she takes. Soon she opens a door and guides him in. He looks towards the bed dressed in thin silk.

She releases his wrist suddenly and allows him to stumble forward onto the bed. She bends over him, her knee sinking into the mattress beside his hip. "You think this is excessive?" she asks, as if reading his mind. A dripping sweet smile wraps her lips as she winds a strand of her hair around her finger. "You poor thing, you have no idea what’s in store for you." Her very presence is dizzying as she looms above him. She draws back slowly as if relishing his ragged breathing as her bikini strings loosen just enough to halt his breathing. "Behave," she murmurs, her finger tapping his nose before she straightens. Then she flicks her hair and sashays toward the doorway, her hips swaying like a metronome ticking down his sanity. The last thing he sees before the curtain falls is the shape of her in the moonlight, her hands playing with the loosened laces. The sight of her jutting out her chest is seared on his retinas even after she disappears. He tries to sit up, but his body feels like lead; whether from exhaustion or something supernatural, he can't tell.

"What is this place?" he wonders. The bed engulfs him as he falls back, staring at the silk ceiling above. His hands twitch at the memory of Sophie's thigh pressed against his, Kate's teasing fingers, Sara's dominant grasp. But mostly, it's all about their chests. The way Sophie's swimsuit strained against her skin, Kate's against his back, Sara's towering over him. His eyes grow heavy despite himself as sleep drags him under.