For the last several weeks I have been typing in my old notes. We have quickly fallen into a regular pattern almost like a normal couple.
Weeks have gone by without much change. I would visit his private room every morning to clean up, if I had not spent the night there. Afternoons, I do the shift at the pools, and I usually go back to his room with him in the evenings. Sometimes I cook, sometimes we order in.
We have entered a phase where we talk more. We have conversations after sex, or after meals. Sometimes we sit in the hot tub, and talk and drink. I am his companion. It feels more like a relationship than it has in the past. I do not worry as much anymore.
He gave me access to the kitchen computer for limited tasks. Mostly so I can work on cooking while he is gone. The resort has a rather extensive recipe library, which we can add to. It lists ingredients that are available from the kitchen. I can even have parts of them prepared by the kitchen, so I just have to mix it together. Although, I feel bad about having the kitchen slaves do work for me.
It’s been a few months since we hooked up and after weeks of regular private invites, he has decided that he should step up his claim on me.
Before I left his room today, he attached his emblem to my collar. It changes my status, and gives me access to some areas. Now he knows where I am at all times. He can request my services whenever he wishes. I can enter his room when he is not with me. The other guests also know that I am bonded to someone.
For several months we spent a few days together at a time, maybe once or twice a week. In between, I would go back to my normal duties of cleaning and pool servant.
The other women want to know how it is going with my new man. Part of me does not want to talk about it. Partially not to mess it up with gossip, but also I feel protective of the relationship. I should not delude myself, I have become a fuck toy for a rich man boy. Never would have guessed I would end up here.
We have been spending more time together. I now spend maybe three days out of every five, in his room with him. We are doing more things socially as well. he has been showing me off to other guests.
My new situation has been going well. I have visited with my guest a few times in the last week. We get along well. We have a lot of sex. Not much talking. It is all pleasant enough. At least I am not at the pools or cleaning toilets during the time we are together. Being with a guest in private is enough to shift responsibilities.
His apartment is one large room, which is about two stories in height and dome shaped. It has a cave or aquatic type quality to it. There is a ring of porthole type sky lights at the top of the dome and a large windowed area at the far end, which takes up the whole side of the room. When I stood by the window I could not see any other buildings, just vegetation and sky. It looked like there was a trail, maybe to the beach. I do not know where it leads.
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.
Another woman was raped today at the pools. I do not think I’ll ever get used to it. I do not like to write about it, but our abuse is a regular occurrence. It happens frequently. This time it was Ken and his buddies. They cornered Charlotte by the bar. She is so sweet. She does not belong here. None of us do.