Chapter 1

The midday sun hammered down on the resort’s main pool, turning the water into a sheet of scattered diamonds. Bodies everywhere, glistening with sunscreen and sweat, tangled in whatever configuration suited them.

A woman rode a man on one of the floating loungers, her moans carrying across the water. Two couples had claimed the wide daybed against the far wall and become a single arrangement of limbs and mouths. A small group of men and women watched them from the half-circle sofa arranged in front of the daybed, positioned for viewing pleasure.

This was the place where anything went, and everybody knew it.

Club Désir.

Known to those who frequent it simply as the Resort. Membership is expensive, discretion is absolute, and being fit and beautiful is a requirement, not a suggestion. The only rule is consent. Everything else is up to you.

Tom stretched out on a double lounger, thick silver hair covering his head, his chest, his forearms. Broad and solid, built like a man who’d spent his life working with his hands. His cock lay heavy against his thigh, thick even at rest. He lifted his beer, took a slow sip, and let his eyes move across the scene without hurry.

Beside him, Monika shifted onto her side and propped her head on her hand. Silver blonde hair fell in layers around her shoulders. Her face was elegant, all high cheekbones and a delicate neck, the kind of face that belonged in pearls at a charity luncheon. Her body told a different story. Heavy breasts swayed as she moved, dark nipples already stiff in the open air.

Then she opened her mouth.

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” she said, and the voice came out rough and low and dragged slow, every word hauled through a working class accent that had no business living in that face. “Look at ‘em, Tom. Fresh as fuckin’ daisies.”

Tom followed her gaze to a pair of loungers a few feet off.

The boy couldn’t have been more than twenty one. Lean and athletic, dark curly hair damp against his forehead, green eyes going everywhere at once like he couldn’t decide what deserved his attention first. His cock was half hard against his thigh, and he kept shifting like he couldn’t get comfortable in his own skin.

But it was the girl who caught the eye. Tiny, maybe a hundred and fifty centimeters, built like somebody’s private daydream. Full heavy breasts that looked almost too big for the frame carrying them, pale pink nipples tight in the breeze. Blonde hair in two loose braids that stopped at her shoulders. She had a vape pen in one hand and was taking quick little pulls off it, blowing out clouds that died instantly in the humid air.

“She’s a goddamn doll,” Monika said. “You could pick that up with one arm and throw it over your shoulder. Spank that little ass till it matches her nipples.”

Tom’s mouth curved. “She does look like she’d be fun to handle.”

“And him.” Monika tipped her chin at the boy. “Look at that pretty thing. Nervous as a cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs, but his dick’s already votin’ yes. He wants somethin’. Just don’t know how to open his mouth and ask for it.”

On the other lounger, the boy was staring across the pool at a man standing at the edge of the patio, his eyes fixed on the boy’s girlfriend, his cock thick and veiny and hard, jutting out from his body, the head dark and leaking, not even trying to hide it. And the boy’s cock was getting harder by the second watching him watch her.

“Ain’t he looking at the guy with the big dick watchin’ his girl?” Monika said. She elbowed Tom. “Tom, you’re already salivating?”

“I’m observing,” Tom said.

“Mhm. You’re observin’ with your mouth open.”

The girl noticed. She leaned over and said something with her mouth close to her boyfriend’s ear, and he came back to himself fast, ears going red, and looked at his own knees.

“Well now.” Monika’s eyebrows went up. “Ain’t that interestin’.”

“Mm,” Tom said.

“You see that?”

“I saw it.”

Monika swung her legs off the lounger and stood, breasts swaying with the movement. “Come on. Let’s go make some friends.”

Tom set his beer down and rose beside her.

They crossed the warm stone, and Monika stopped at the foot of the girl’s lounger and smiled down at both of them like she’d known them for years.

“Hey there, sweet thing. You two look like you could use some company.”

The boy jumped. “Oh. Uh. Hi.”

“Honey, you got the exact same look my puppy had the first time I took him to the dog park.” Monika laughed, a rough sound from somewhere deep. “All wide eyed and twitchy, don’t know who to sniff first.” She turned to the girl. “And what about you, little thing? How you holdin’ up?”

The girl’s blush showed even through the sun on her skin. “It’s a lot,” she said. “Not bad a lot. Just a lot.”

“I bet.” Monika glanced around at all of it, the bodies, the noise, the general ongoing situation, then looked back down. “I swear every year everybody here gets younger. Makes me feel like a damn fossil.” She paused. “Say. You two even old enough to drink?”

The boy laughed, nervous. “Yeah. We’re twenty one.”

“Twenty one.” Monika shook her head slow. “Fresh out the litter. Jesus.”