Chapter 3: Beth the gardener

“What do you think goes on here when the resort is open?” asks Jason as the three of us sit down for our self-catered evening meal.

We have a small building assigned for our use while we are working at La Chatte Heureuse. According to Brian, the Chief Executive made it clear that we were to confine ourselves to our work areas and accommodation, and not wander about the rest of island. Apart from the administration block, we’re unable to open the doors or gates to the other buildings, so it’s anybody’s guess as to what goes on around the place.

“It’s obviously a club of some description,” replies Brian. “Probably some exclusive resort for those with too much money.”

“Have you seen any other women dressed like Melissa?” I ask, feeling aroused by the lingering memory of Melissa’s naked tits.

“No, but I don’t think there are more than a dozen staff here at the moment,” replies Brian. “I’ve seen two others go around dressed in leather gear. The sort of clothing you’d imagine a dominatrix wearing. All very kinky. However, Melissa is the only one I’ve seen flashing her titties.”

“Well, with tits like hers she should be proud to show them off,” sighs Jason. “Gives me a hard on just thinking about her. Is she joining us tomorrow?”

“Melissa said she was going to be waiting for us when we are ready to start work,” replies Brian. “And for God’s sake, keep your cock inside your trousers, and watch what you say to her. We won’t get paid if we’re thrown off the island for groping a member of staff. I wouldn’t put it past the boss-lady to deliberately provoke such an act simply to avoid paying us for our work.”

“Hmm. But looking and dreaming is allowed, yes?” sighs Jason

“If you must. Don’t you have a wife back at home?”

We discuss what work we can do before our contract expires. We agree that the lawn mowing can wait until our last full day, so tomorrow we should concentrate on trimming the shrubs along the main pathways. Melissa has so far proved to be a hard worker, but her knowledge about gardening is woefully light. She nearly pulled out some new plants, mistaking them for weeds. I don’t envy her the task of managing the gardening on her own. Hopefully she’ll get help from someone. Brian is a good foreman, and Jason and I are experienced gardeners, and yet it has needed the three of us to keep on top of things. An inexperienced gardener on her own is going to run into trouble before long.

We leave our sleeping quarters early the next morning. Even though Brian didn’t specify a time to meet Melissa, we discover her waiting for us. She’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday, minus the apron Brian gave her.

“The Chief Executive doesn’t want me to wear this,” says Melissa, producing the absent Apron from behind her back.

“And what do you want, Melissa?” I growl. “What right has your boss to leave you exposed like this?”

“There’s no need to answer that question Melissa,” interrupts Brian. “Beth, I appreciate your desire to help another woman, but may I remind you that we aren’t to interfere with what goes on here.”