Chapter 18: Founder's Lunch is served

Kimi and I had our 4-lady sleeping quarters to ourselves as the other two ladies were sleeping with guests. Neither of us said anything about it but both of us got into Kimi’s twin bed, kissed each other good night, and promptly fell asleep comfortably pressed against each other.

The alarm went off at 06:15. We had arranged an early breakfast. The kitchen crew offered us cold cereal or microwave breakfast goodies. We had microwave hot waffles with microwave hot sausage and the staff of life, hot coffee. We returned to the Companion’s Lounge for a shower. I checked my cell. Our limo was on its way ETA 07:35. We had 20 minutes. I texted back “we will be ready.”

It felt strange getting dressed. But apparently, that’s what most people expect. Marcy came by to say goodbye. “It’s strange to see you two wearing clothes. Have fun.”

The limo had hot coffee and cold breakfast goodies. Our driver said, “I am being paid for a full day and was given a morning golf course pass and a paid lunch in the (non-VIP) TP dining room. Alice asked me to take her and you ladies shopping in the late afternoon. That Brand couple must really like you two.”

As Kimi had not seen them I assured our driver that the Brands are really good people.

When we arrived at Towering Palms the limo drover said, “Ladies, the Brands have already covered a much more than generous tip. You two have a good day.”

We both thanked him for the nice ride.

A hand-lettered sign with an arrow said, “Servers”. Several signs later a door was labeled servers. We entered. It looked like four makeup people and 3 servers were present when we arrived. One of the servers was nude with her makeup lady. I made a little joke to Kimi, “What kind of makeup goes with tan lines?”

After the nude inspection, the server went to her locker, then put on her bra and panties before the makeup lady started.

Then we heard, “Hi, Z and your friend mist be Kimi. It’s good to see Z again and finally see her friend.” I introduced Fran. We shared hugs all around.

Another lady entered. She spoke to us, “Good. Three more servers. I hope they all arrive. I need your names and the lockers you want.”

“I am Z. Just one letter. Upper locker, your choice.”

Kimi. K-I-M-I. I’ll take the locker under Z’s.

“Fran. I will take a locker next to Z.”

“I forgot to say I’m Jan. I’m so glad you came. Z, you are number 17. Kimi you are number 18. Fran is locker 19. I will put two yellow tape tags on your lockers. Wear one of them when you go out to serve. She handed each of us a card. Use this web page to setup any desired contact information by the end of Thursday. Have you been told why?”

We assured her we had.

The other two servers did the same thing with undergarments as did the one I commented about earlier. The fourth makeup lady motioned to us. All three of us went to our lockers and stripped. Kimi was being made up first. The lady said that Fran and I could remain dressed until another esthetician was available. “Fran and I are actually more comfortable this way.” I imagine her thinking something on the order of “to each her own ... idea of propriety.”

Jan complained, “Alice told me she had 14 servers but only 11 showed. I wish today’s young women cared about keeping promises.”

Jan conferred with the estheticians then came to me telling me that I was the hostess. You seem to prefer nude so come with me.” I followed. “Now wait here.” She returned showing me the place where I was to stand. I had a stack of menus to pass out as well and a hidden monitor where I would be given the men’s names as they entered. She pressed something and a test message came on. “Can you read that clearly?”

I assured her that I could.

Back inside she gathered the servers. “40 minutes left. I will bring your lunch. Then bathroom if you need it, strip and nametags on. I will tell you when and where to go.”

We ate. Fran, Kimi, and I stayed nude as did two other ladies.

Serving lunch was a piece of cake. Even Em, who I thought might chicken out at the last moment, performed her server function properly. No one attempted to touch us. A few kisses were blown and returned. The 35 men we served called us back after dessert and applauded.

Jan gathered her servers together and handed us envelopes. Mine had $500. Kimi’s and Fran’s had $300. It was now time to dress and find the Brand’s building. Alice’s note read, “Look for the tallest building. Then near the flagpole look for the garage with a brass owl above the door. Then call me.”