The guest whom I have been trying to attract has been responding to my subtle flirtation. I often see him looking at me when I’m making drinks or swimming.
One day I think he almost stepped in when I was being harassed by another guest. Afterwards, he asked me to sit by him. We sat quietly, not talking, but I knew he was trying to protect me, which I haven’t seen him do with the other women.
We have talked a bit a few times. Noting meaningful, just small talk. His compliments are relatively polite, not creepy or lusty like most other guests. He says things like my hair looks nice, instead of my tits look firm. I smile back and thank him for the compliments. Today, we sat together in silence for a while. He touched my hand and smiled as he got up and walked away.
A few days later, he asked me to come with him to his room.
I spent the night with the him. I won’t reveal his name, for now. The sex was adequate. I felt a little dirty. I tried to enjoy it, but afterwards I felt used. It was a lot like the one night stands I tried in college. Certainly, it was better than being violently raped. I try to pretend he is someone I would want to be with if the circumstances were different, but our situation is always there reminding me it is not consensual. Sometimes I wonder about women who marry for money. They must know they are living a transactional life. Maybe they do not believe in love. Maybe they learn to love the person they are transacting with. Do slaves that are treated well, come to love their masters?
Back in his room it was easier. Normally, our circumstances are everywhere around us. In his room it’s different, quiet. It could be anywhere. There are fewer reminders of our situation. No other guests staring at us. No one to approach, and start yelling at me.
In his room, it was just us. The room is like a really fancy condo. It’s not like any place I have been before. I will write about it later.
The next day, I was almost excited. I felt like this could work out. It was good enough that I did not have to hate it, and with a little work I might be able to train him to get me off so I would not have to fake it, so much. Now I have to make sure he does not get bored of me. I see other women being favored by a guest, only to be left after they pick up another. This one does not seem like the type, but I should not rely on assumptions.