1 comments/ 107763 views/ 9 favorites A Sure Thing By: Wonderstorm NORTH VILLAGE "No offense, Cat, but you don't seem be very lucky when it comes to gambling." Mia Mannix was lying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a pink bra, and nothing else, she was on the floor of the living room, sipping her margarita. "Screw you," Cat shot back. "I usually turn out okay. It's just that the funniest stories to tell are the ones where I've lost. Those are the ones that I've made an ass out of myself." She paused, thinking about that statement for a second. "Or, you know, flaunt my ass." Cat McIntyre was usually pretty lucky. Last month, she'd won nearly two hundred dollars in the office basketball pool. And then, last week, she had gotten into a fight with Spencer Wesley-Brandt about who originally wrote Jimi Hendrix's "Spanish Castle Magic," and bet him his office. Spencer was ultimately proved wrong, which meant that Cat now had an amazing view from her office, right over 28th Street and into Sentinel Park. Spencer was stuck looking at the side of an old movie theatre. But, given the two examples of Cat's gambling-gone-wrong that she'd just recounted for Mia, she could understand how Mia had gotten the impression she was unlucky. "Whatever," Mia just brushed Cat's defensive position aside. "I still can't believe you got naked at work. Was everything okay afterwards?" Cat thought back to the week following her nudist stint at Wonderstorm Entertainment. Things had definitely been awkward at first, but no more so than they'd been the week before, when she'd actually been naked. At first, everyone sort of avoided talking about the whole thing, which had been terribly uncomfortable. Eventually, though, Cat just began joking about it, and soon everything returned to normal. Cat was attractive, which meant that no one in the office had been terribly put off by her nudity. Sure, the women probably would have preferred to look at a naked man, but Cat certainly wasn't painful on the eyes, no matter the gender or the sexual preference of her audience. She was tall and thin, with shoulder-length brown hair that she'd been trying to grow out for a few months now. She had large (but not enormous) breasts, which spent most of their time hidden by the C-cups of her bra...with an exception now and then. Mia couldn't believe that Cat had gotten naked at work? CAT couldn't believe that Cat had gotten naked at work. In the weeks that followed the incident, she wrestled with her feelings of both embarrassment and excitement. It had been right for her to be embarrassed, but it had been wrong for her to become turned on. Cat eventually just wrote off the latter emotion - it had been a crazy week, and she had been stressed because of the nudity thing. Honestly, it was probably natural to get a little turned on, but Cat wasn't eager to repeat her show; she had been dressing much more conservatively around the office since her naked week - she didn't want everyone in the office thinking that she was some sort of exhibitionist slut. "Yeah, it turned out okay," Cat replied. The whole week she'd been stripping naked at work, she hadn't said a single word about it to her roommate. Cat and Mia had definitely gotten closer since they'd moved to Babylon together last year, but Cat had been too embarrassed about her lost bets to bring them up even with Mia. Mia and Cat had known each other at Green College, but it would have been a stretch to say that they had been friends. They had a lot of mutual friends, and they had hung out together from time to time, but that had been about it. Cat spent a good portion of her time with the track runners and other athletes, while Mia spent hers with mostly Drama students. After graduation, though, Cat had been hired by Wonderstorm Entertainment, and Mia had been signed on as a cast member in a Babylon-based production of "Rent." They had both been looking for a roommate, and had lucked out with each other. "Did I tell you they're sending me to French Polynesia?" Cat asked. Mia rolled her eyes. Cat had been asking the same question over and over and over again, all evening. She was ecstatic about being asked to go on any business trip, but a chance to go to Bora Bora was just unbelievable. So excited about the trip, she'd been repeating it out loud since she'd gotten home from work. "Damn it girl," Mia began chiding her roommate, "I'm happy for you. Just stop rubbing it in my face." Leo Kelly himself had selected Cat for the trip. Wonderstorm Entertainment was interested in acquiring a game called "Woocurai," a game currently available only in Japan. "Woocurai" meant "War Cry" in Japanese, and the higher-ups in Wonderstorm were salivating over the game. Kelly had been working with a representative from Tekkei Electronics for months now, trying to woo them with offers so that Wonderstorm could release the game in America. After five different offers, Tekkei had finally accepted, much to Kelly's absolute joy. "The deal's pretty much done," Kelly had explained to a small cadre of people in his office that morning. "All that's really left to do is ink the papers, and worked out some of the smaller details. So, for that, I'll be sending Elsa Lindsay from Financial, Cat McIntyre from Advertising, and my son, to meet with Okura Koremasu and his people in Bora Bora." Everyone had balked. Wonderstorm was really going to send people to French Polynesia just to finish this deal? "We're doing our best to prove that we're a big name player," Kelly had explained after seeing their face. "Yes, it's going to cost the company some money to pay for the flights and stays of both our people and Koremasu's people. But ultimately, I think 'Woocurai' is going to be a big thing for Wonderstorm, so it's worth every expense." Cat leaned back on the couch. She herself was wearing nothing but jeans and white bra. She and Mia were both fairly comfortable around each other. They'd spent the evening watching television, drinking, and talking. It wasn't odd for Mia to strip down to her bra around the apartment, as she was a dancer and was used to skimpy clothing, and it was becoming less and less odd for Cat to join her. Her body may have been still here, in her crummy two--bedroom apartment in the North Village, but her mind was already in French Polynesia, lying on the beach, in just her swimsuit. OLD KINDERHOOK "Okura Koremasu," Elsa said, the syllables rolling off her tongue. "Kor-eh-mah-su." Elsa, Cat, and Jay Kelly were all sitting around a table in Jay's office, going over background on Tekkei and its representatives. Elsa, currently, was reading up on one of the companies executive vice presidents, Okura Koremasu. Elsa was only twenty-seven years old, but she'd been at Wonderstorm Entertainment for just over five years, right after she'd finished college at Sussex University in downtown Babylon. She was comfortable at Wonderstorm's financial department, and she was good at her job. Short, chin-length black hair surrounded a thin face, with thin lips and hauntingly beautiful green eyes. She had been married, and then divorced, all before she reached twenty-six. "Okay, okay," Jay replied as Elsa sounded out Koremasu's name one more time. Jay was a fairly patient guy, but he wasn't sure how many times he could listen to Elsa repeat the rep's name. "Could we stop with the koremasu-ing?" There were some at the office who thought that Jay's position as Vice President for Corporate Relations just screamed nepotism. His father, after all, was Leonard Kelly, the president of Wonderstorm Entertainment. But, the bottom line was that Leo Kelly had started the company himself, and no matter how much Wonderstorm had grown, it was still his company. He made the decisions, he hired the vice presidents. To be fair, though, Jay could have easily gotten the job on merit alone. At thirty-three years old, Jacob Kelly had a resume that would have impressed a president or CEO at any company, having worked as a banker for Citation Trust for a while, the head of Financial Services as the law firm Howe Associates, and the head of corporate development for Umbra Biotechnologies. When Jay had left this last job, he'd been the target of corporate headhunters everywhere. Ultimately, though, he wanted to work with his dad, and that had been more important to him than a larger paycheck. Cat had been a little uncomfortable around Jay since Marcus Hale had told her that Leo Kelly had been eyeing her as a possible girlfriend for his son. Even her selection to the trip to Bora Bora was suspect - was this just a chance for Kelly to put Cat and Jay together? Cat had mulled over this thought ever since Kelly had first brought it up a week ago. In the end though, Cat wondered if it was really such a bad thing. After all, this would be her chance to shine, to show how good she was at her job. And if she had to spend time with Jay Kelly? Not really such a bad thing. Aside from being relatively powerful within Wonderstorm Entertainment, rich from the significant salaries from his previous jobs, and extremely intelligent, Jay was amazingly good looking. He had a strong, chiseled jaw, and curly black hair, and eyes that seemed to see right into you. Cat's only problem was that he was a little cocky, and always had to be right. Cat herself suffered from this latter problem, as well, which meant that sometimes the two could get into heated arguments about insignificant things. Like the etymology of the word "okay." "O.K." Elsa replied. "OK! His initials are OK! Is that OK with you, Mr. Kelly?" Jay looked up from the paperwork he'd been studying, giving Elsa a warning look. For a few minutes, it seemed to work. "What does OK actually stand for?" the black-haired woman asked the two others. "Oh, I actually know this," Cat replied. She rested the manila folder she'd been reading through on her lap. "I took an early American history class at Green, and we went over all of the first bunch of presidents. 'OK' started off as a nickname for Martin Van Buren." "MVB?" Elsa asked, not understanding what Cat meant. "No, it's for 'Old Kinderhook,'" Cat explained. "It was his hometown. A bunch of Van Buren's supporters started the OK Club, and began using the letters all over the place. It sort of developed into its current meaning because if Van Buren was for it, it had to be good - it was OK." "Huh," Elsa said. "That's kind of stupid." "And it's wrong." Jay looked up at the two women. "Excuse me?" Cat replied. "That's a fact. I remember hearing my prof explain the whole thing." "Maybe your prof was wrong," Jay ventured. "OK comes from an advertising campaign, for soap or something like that, in the early 1800s. Before Van Buren." "No way," the brunette defended herself. "No way. You're just going to have to back down on this one, Jay-Jay. I'm right." Jay looked at the young brunette. There was nearly ten years of difference between the two in age, but she delighted in calling him Jay-Jay, the childish name that Leo Kelly still called him when he thought that no one was around. Jay didn't bother responding with words again. Instead, he put his wallet on the table, and pulled twenty dollars out. "Twenty bucks?" Cat scoffed. "That's it? You're not very sure about yourself, are you?" "Well," Jay said, looking at the girl slyly, "I could always put underwear up for the wager." Cat turned bright right out of embarrassment. She didn't know how Jay had heard about the bet (his father, maybe?), but she was glad that it hadn't traveled around too much, because Elsa didn't know what he was talking about. "What?" Elsa asked. "What about underwear?" Cat and Jay shared eye contact for a second. Jay wasn't going to try to embarrass Cat further. But he had made his point. "Fine," Cat replied. "Twenty bucks." "Fine," Jay agreed. "You've got until tomorrow at noon to prove me wrong." "No problem. I know I'm right. It's a sure thing." FOLLOW-UP The next day, Cat strolled into Jay's office. Jay was already seated in the corner, with Elsa, and they were going over the contracts that needed to be signed during the business trip. Cat smugly sat down with them, and caught Jay's attention. "We're still on for twenty bucks, right?" Jay looked back at her. "Yeah, I still think you're wrong." "You sure don't want to, you know, make the bet a little more interesting?" "Fine. Fifty. Let's bet fifty." "Oh, come on. You're more sure than that, aren't you?" "Fine. A hundred dollars. But you've got to be good for it, too?" There was a wicked smile on Cat's face. "No, I was thinking something even more interesting than money." Jay was starting to get the drift of what Cat was offering to bet. Elsa, though, looked on without a clue, but remembered the conversation from the day before. "So you're betting underwear now?" Elsa asked the younger woman. "No, not underwear," Cat replied. "How about this, Mr. Vice President for Corporate Affairs? How about the loser spends the entire time we're in Bora Bora - four nights, three days - in nothing but a bathing suit?" "Number one, Cat," Jay answered, "we're going to be on the beach most of the time anyways. That's not really much of a punishment. But number two, we ARE going to have to have the occasional meeting, and wine and dine the Tekkei people. We can't just show up in a bathing suit to a nice restaurant." "No, I had Big Betty do some research," Cat said, referring to the temporary office manager that had replaced Karen while she was on maternity leave. Betty lived up to her epithet, though - she was a big, big woman. "We check into the right resort, the one that doesn't have any sort of formal dress requirements. We have meetings at the resort, we have dinners at the resort's restaurant, and we wine and dine the Tekkei people from the beach and on boats. Trust me, it's not going to cost us Woocurai. It may just cost you, my friend, a little dignity." Jay hedged. He wasn't sure that he wanted to make this bet. Not because he thought he was wrong - Jay, after all, was almost never wrong. But because he didn't want to foul up the business deal that his father had been working on for so long. Ultimately, though, his ego got the best of him, and he agreed to make the bet. "Alright," Jay said. "You make all the arrangements, though, and make sure that your swimsuit-clad body doesn't make us look like weirdoes." "Well, I can speak for mine, but I assure you that I'll be well-dressed throughout the week," Cat said. Looking at Elsa, she said, "Okay, Elsa's the witness, right? If I'm right, and 'OK' is from Old Kinderhook, President Martin Van Buren himself, then you're wearing a swimsuit from the moment we get off the plane in Bora Bora to the moment that we get back on." "And if I'm right, then you have to do the same," the vice president said confidently. "What happens if we're both wrong?" "You both wear swimsuits and I'll be the only one who doesn't make an ass out of herself?" Elsa offered. "Nothing. It's a draw," Cat replied. "Shake on it?" As soon as they had shaken hands, Cat slammed a printed out piece of paper from the Internet down on the table. "Aha!" she yelled, as Jay looked over her proof. "Cat," Jay said as he read the sheet, "this is from somebody's stupid web log or posting board or something." "I knew you'd say that," Cat said, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a mini tape recorder, and pressed play. She had called her history professor that morning, and gone over the Old Kinderhook story. His voice was on the tape, assuring her that she was right about the etymology of 'OK.'" Jay sat silently on the far side of the table when it had finished playing. He looked depressed and let down. "Fine," he said dejectedly, "you win. You've got proof." A huge smiled flashed across Cat's face. She had won. She'd be well dressed, while Jay sat alongside her in nothing but a bathing suit. It wasn't like he had to go naked, or shave his pubic hair or anything, but it felt good for Cat to be on the winning side of this bet. RAPHAEL'S It was six o'clock on Saturday night in the fine metropolis of Babylon. Elsa and Jay were sitting in Raphael's, a trendy restaurant in the University District, and waiting for the third member of their party to arrive. Cat eventually showed up, five minutes late, and carrying a shopping bag with her. "Jay-Jay, honey," Cat said as she sat down at the table. "I just came from buying you the cutest things." "What are you talking about?" Jay asked, confused. Cat didn't respond with words, but instead reached into the shopping bag and pulled out a small, leopard-print Speedo. "Bullshit!" Jay cried. "The deal was to wear a bathing a suit, not a freaking thong! I can't even pick out my own swimsuit?" "You know, Jay, some of us are winners, and some of us are losers. Me, I happen to know certain things, like say, the etymology of the word 'okay.' You, on the other hand, are stuck on the losing end of things." She leaned in real close to him, and made a big production out of whispering him sarcastic advice. "So just suck it up and be a big boy." Cat giggled maliciously, and was joined by Elsa. Jay was obviously perturbed, but he was playing along. "Whatever. I guess I'm going to be humiliated enough, what's a little more. Any other special conditions that I'm going to have to live with?" "Well, I had Big Betty make the travel arrangement," Cat explained. "You've got your own bungalow at the resort, but we thought we could save Wonderstorm a little bit of money if Elsa and I shared one. Along with your clothes, of course." Jay raised an eyebrow. "Don't bother packing anything other than a toiletry bag. Elsa and I will hold onto the clothes you wear on the plane while we're in Bora Bora. And, at the end of the day, I think it'd be best if you gave me the swimsuit at the end of the day, and I'll give you a new one in the morning." Jay was obviously displeased. "You know, I AM your boss." Cat smiled. "You wouldn't fire me," she replied, "I'm too cute, and you know it." He just stared at her, forcing Cat to ask, "So are you playing?" Reluctantly, Jay agreed. "I just doubt that you'd be willing to do the same thing if this were the other way around." "Honey," Cat began, "I have done this the other way around, remember? I don't know who told you, but I was compliant with my bets, down the very last detail." They argued some more, but it was clear that Jay was going to follow through the bet itself, and conditions that Cat had outlined afterwards. He didn't want to do it, he didn't want to have spend each and every night completely naked in his bungalow. But he owned up to his lost bet, and he was prepared to follow through. They discussed the story of Old Kinderhook some more, enough so that they caught the attention of an old man that was sitting just two tables away. "Excuse me," he said, coming over to their table, "I couldn't help but overhear the argument you were having about Martin Van Buren. Do you mind if I have a seat?" As the old man sat down with them, Cat blushed slightly. If he had heard the parts about Martin Van Buren, he had undoubtedly heard the rest, as well. He introduced himself as Dr. Bob Buchanan, an American Politics professor at Sussex University. More than that, though, he'd actually written a biography about Van Buren, and caught enough of Cat and Jay's argument that he wanted to come over and set things straight. He even produced a business card to show that he wasn't just making it all up. "You're both right, in a way," Buchanan explained, as Cat's jaw dropped in disbelief. "'OK' definitely got its currently popularity from Martin Van Buren and the OK Club. But you're friend Jay is correct, Miss McIntyre, in saying that the saying ORIGINALLY came from an advertisement." A Sure Thing It was a sure thing. Almost. The Cowboys and the Eagles. At Dallas. On a Monday night. There was no way the Eagles were going to pull this off. The Eagles were about to get crushed. Yet there we were, two Cowboys fans sitting in Eagles territory on a couch watching the game. And while we watching the pre-game show, a playful bet arose with our girlfriends, both Eagles fans. If the Eagles lost, they would have to eat each other's pussies out. All the way. Screaming orgasms and all. While we sat on the couch drinking beer and watching the action unfold before us. But if the Cowboys lost, Zach and I would have to go down on each other. In front of them. But the Cowboys were not going to lose. It just wasn't possible. Zach and I were lifelong Cowboys fans and they would never let us down. The girls loved the Eagles simply because they grew up here, a suburb of Philadelphia. We were transplants, coming here for college after graduating high school together in Texas. At half-time we high-fived each other, nearly getting hard for the show we anticipated would follow the game. But it all fell apart in the fourth quarter. A turnover. Then a long pass. A touchdown. Then a second. Things looked grim. When the final seconds of the clock counted down without the miracle we both hoped for, the girls stood and cheered. We tried to talk it away. We weren't serious. We didn't mean in front of you. Maybe we'll kiss it. Put it in each other's mouths. We're not going to cum. But it was no use. They wouldn't budge. Zach's girlfriend Amy taunted us. They were an odd pair. While he was black, she was a blonde with pale skin and multiple tattoos. He studied finance and she tended a bar. And there was no getting out of this bet gone bad. We looked at each other. I took a long swig of my beer. "OK, OK, OK. I'll go first." There was a pause in the air. The girls cheered. My girlfriend Samantha sat on a bar stool near the TV. She had said little as the game came to a close. She was looking right at me with a smile. "Now you'll know what we go through, honey." Let me help you Amy said, as she pulled unbuttoned Zach's pants and pulled them to his ankles. His cock was big, but not as big as I feared. And it was swelling. He looked at me from the couch. "Here you go," Amy said with a smile and a Vanna White wave of her hand, "Enjoy." Zach looked down at me. "I don't want to see this" He smiled and put his arm over his face. I knelt down between his legs as he spread his knees. "This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you," I said. The girls giggled behind me. I couldn't see them. Grabbing his cock gently with one hand, it continued to get hard. At least I wasn't going to have to work that part. I stroked it up and down. It felt so unusual. I had never really felt another cock before. They never seemed all that interesting, yet now this one was fascinating. I could hear Amy taunting from behind me, but my concentration was on this beast before me. Having never done this before, how do I make it come as quickly as possible? I stroked harder, and could feel his legs flex. A good sign. I licked my lips, and like a kid jumping into a cold pool, I went for it. I shoved my head down and slid it until it hit the back of my throat. I heard a moan. The girls behind me cheered. I was sucking a cock. I pulled it all the way out and did it again, holding firmly the base in the manner I prefer when getting head. Down and up. Again. This wasn't so hard. I felt him squirm. I closed my eyes and pretended to be elsewhere, fucking an enormous woman who had nipples the size of a black man's cock. I felt a bulge in my pants and I bobbed up and down. The hair on my arm brushed the hair of his leg. It gave us both a shock as it set firmly the reality of the situation and how much we were enjoying it. His arm moved away from his face and he looked down at me as a glanced upwards. Not quite a smile, but an acknowledgment. "That's right," he said. He pushed upwards as I increased my bobbing. Saliva covered my hand, still holding the base of his penis. I felt the firmness of his cock and tasted what must have been precum. I pulled it out just as he came, splattering my Eagles jersey with fresh spunk. The girls went crazy. I fell backwards to the floor. I looked up to see Amy leaning over we with an open beer bottle. She began to pour. "Here you go, my little bitch! You deserve this." Beer splattered over my face and mouth. I drank what I could catch. My girlfriend, still sitting in the barstool, clapped loudly. After a long pause I got up, still excited by the energy in the room and knowing that the hard part was done. "OK, my turn." I got up from the floor and sat on the couch next to Zach. "Dude?" I asked. "Dude," he replied. "Let me get you started, too," Amy said as she unbuckled my pants. This action got me instantly hard, and she knew it would. Zach took his place between my knees without hesitation and looked up at me. "This never happened," he said. I closed my eyes as he took it in his mouth, almost like a snack. It was different than I imagined. You could tell it was a man sucking. The breath was heavier. The tongue so course. He began groaning, like he enjoyed this. I wondered if this was the only cock he had ever sucked. Amy cheered him on. "Suck it! Suck it dry!" He licked the shaft and resumed sucking. His fingers spread across my abdomen, holding it down. "Come on, bitch," Amy yelled at him. She moved behind him and straddled his back with her legs. She ran both hands through his short cropped hair then forced his head down on my cock. It thrust to the back of his mouth. It felt great. She held it down, allowed him to come up for air, and did it again. Wow, she's one tough bitch, I though. I had avoided looking at my girlfriend, fearful I would lose my boner, but as Amy bucked up and down on Zack, I could see her in the back, still sitting on the barstool, with her cell phone out. I wasn't sure if it was pictures she was taking or video, but it caught me by surprise. Amy pushed Zach's head down again. I looked up to see my girl staring at me through her phone. She was smiling and waving slowly. It was video. No one else could see. My hips began the thrust faster and the tightness in my sphincter let me know that I was about to cum and it was going to be big. I looked up, wordless, in an attempt to tell him I was about to cum. Amy, instantly recognizing my reaction, leaned in on top of Zack's head and forced him down. I came deep down inside him. His entire body bucked as she rode him. A burst of air came out his nostrils. She yelled into the air like a rodeo cowboy, "Yeahaa!" She lifted her body with just her legs and Zach fell backwards, grasping for air. Samantha closed her phone and slipped it into her pocket. A Sure Thing Cat couldn't believe what she was hearing. "In the early 1800s, there was a company that produced a fairly popular line of advertisements, misspelling words and coming up with short little acronyms. Some, like NS for 'nuf said' never really caught on. But the abbreviation for 'oll korrect' - O-L-L K-O-R-R-E-C-T - caught on big time. Enough so that it got picked up by Van Buren's supporters and used for his purposes." Jay's mood had suddenly improved tenfold. As the old man got up to leave, Jay gave him a hardy handshake and shot Cat a huge grin. Cat just banged her head down on the table, not believing the role reversal that had just taken place. Off all the restaurants in the city, they had decided to eat at Raphael's, where one of the world's foremost Martin Van Buren experts was sitting two tables away. "So," Jay said, gloating over the brunette, "don't bother packing anything more than a toiletries case. I'll take care of the rest." ******************** SUNDAY ******************** WELCOME TO BORA BORA It had been a long flight from Vandewalle International in Babylon. A long, long flight, complete with a stopover in LA. Cat had tried to sleep some, and actually had succeeded for about four or five hours. But when a flight lasts over fourteen, four or five hours isn't anything to be terribly proud of. So, instead, she watched two of the movies, and some of the horrible CBS sitcoms that the airline felt obliged to play for some reason. Anything, absolutely anything, to take her mind of the coming week. Yes, there was a little part of her that was a tiny bit excited. The last time she'd paraded around naked, she'd gotten herself so horny that she'd even masturbated in her office. Thinking back to that Friday, Cat felt extremely embarrassed, even if no one else knew what she had done. But ultimately, even if that sort of thing did slightly turn her on, Cat did not like parading herself around so everyone could gawk at her body. She was not looking forward to this week, to being at the mercy of Jay Kelly. She had no idea what sort of swimwear he had bought for her, but she doubted that it was a sensible one-piece. Yawning, Cat stepped off the shuttle from the plane and into the airport. She had been seated towards the front of the plane, while Elsa and Jay had someone gotten stuck way towards the back. Carrying only a small backpack full of toiletries, magazines, a pair of shoes, a pair of flip-flops, and office supplies, Elsa plopped herself down on one of the benches inside the terminal. Cat had dressed comfortably for the plane ride, knowing that she'd be spending close to a full waking day on the plane. Her top was a thin, heather gray, long-sleeved shirt, with white lace adorning the cuffs and the hem. And though she now cursed the logic of wearing pants as she sweated in the French Polynesian humidity, she had worn a pair of drab green chinos, worn with espadrille sandals. Two tram-loads of people were let off before Cat caught sight of Elsa and Jay. Jay was wearing a pair of white linen pants and a short-sleeved blue button-down shirt. Both Elsa and Cat had made fun of him for dressing that way back in the cold weather of Babylon, but now he seemed perfectly at ease. Elsa, though, had worn a pair of terry drawstring pants with a green tank top, going for comfort rather than style. As Elsa and Jay got closer, Cat could hear Elsa's constant talking, and thanked whatever powers existed that she'd been given a seat far away from her. Cat loved Elsa, but she didn't know whether or not she could have taken fourteen hours stuck next to her. "So what day is it? We crossed the International Date Line, right? That means it's tomorrow, right?" Elsa was asking Jay. "What time is it?" Jay groaned his answers. "It's Sunday. Yes. Sort of. And I don't know, but judging by the rising sun out there, I'd say that it's morning." Cat laughed as she heard this last remark. "It's setting, Jay. It's about six thirty at night." The man rubbed his eyes. "Good," he grumbled. "That means I can go to sleep." "So what now?" Elsa asked. "Are we going to get our luggage?" "WE are," Jay answered. "Cat's going to go change." Cat knew it had been coming, but that didn't mean she didn't want to savor her last few minutes in clothes. She didn't think she'd be so odd walking around the resort in a bikini, or across the beach, but she wasn't looking forward to doing so in the airport. "Don't we need to get luggage first?" Cat asked. "I mean, I don't have to wait naked in the bathroom until you come back with the bathing suit, do I?" "Tempting," Jay said, reaching into his carryon bag. He pulled out a few small pieces of fabrics, and pushed them into Cat's hands. "But the terms of the bet said that you had to change IMMEDIATELY after getting off the plane. I actually have your first suit with me." "You kept it in your carryon?" the brunette asked, in disbelief that Jay would have gone that far. Jay looked at her as he zipped his bag back up and followed Elsa towards the baggage claim. He offered, "Well, it's not like it took up a lot of room." The women's bathroom, just off the side of the Arrivals gate, was small, but it still had two separate stalls. Cat stepped into one of them, slowly closing the door, and banging her head repeatedly up against the partition. How could she keep doing this to herself? How did she let her desire to be right go away from her like this? How was she going to spend the next few days in whatever Jay decided to make her wear? Cat kicked off her sandals. She wasn't thrilled about being barefoot in a public restroom, but the floor actually looked clean enough. She unbuttoned the fly of her pants, and slipped the pants themselves down her legs into a puddle around her ankles. Beneath her pants was a pair of bikini-cut satin panties, with lace trimming the edges. She had been tempted to wear a thong as she dressed at her apartment, just for the shock value as she handed her clothes over the Jay for safe-keeping. But ultimately, the thought of something running through her ass for the duration of the fourteen-hour flight turned her off. Stripping off her shirt, Cat revealed a matching satin bra, complete with the same lace and all. She had bought the set a few weeks ago at Eve Intimates, and she thought she remembered that the color was called "candy purple." Whatever it was, it wasn't staying on her body - Cat unsnapped the bra and dumped it into the pile of clothes by her feet. She also had a belly button ring, which was new as of a few weeks ago. Mia had gone to get her nose pierced, and had dragged Cat along with her. The brunette hadn't given much thought to the ring before she was in the piercing studio, but once in, she had been sold on the idea. She replaced the bra with the red bikini top. Cat hadn't been crazy about giving Jay her sizes, but she had done so out of fear that he'd buy something too large, or worse, something too small. As she tied the string around the back, she was surprised by what a good fit it actually was. It certainly wasn't anything that Cat would have picked out for herself, as it was a little revealing, but all in all it wasn't as bad as she had thought it was going to be. After she had slithered out of the panties, she grabbed the swimsuit bottoms. It wasn't a bikini-cut, but more conservative. Still, the sides were up kind of high, and Cat looked down at herself to see what appeared to be mythically long legs. Giving herself the once over, Cat scooped up her clothes and headed out of the stall to the sink. Looking at her reflection, Cat thought to herself that maybe this wasn't going to be that bad. After all, she had pranced around her office naked before - at least this time she'd get some clothes. And to top it off, she wouldn't look terribly out of place on the beach or even in some of the beachside restaurants. As she folded her clothes, she winced, thinking about the reservations that she had had Big Betty make for them at Spyro's for Wednesday night. Apparently, the manager had said that wearing a swimsuit into the restaurant was frowned upon, as it was a fairly classy establishment. However, the restaurant did have a private dining room, and the manager stressed that patrons could dress however they pleased, as long as they stayed in that particular room. That had all been well and good when it was going to be Jay in the bathing suit, Cat thought to herself, but now that the tables were turned, she wasn't very excited about the prospect. The door to the women's room swung open, and an elderly woman walked in, clearly startled by the sight of a brunette wearing a bathing suit. After she had gained her composure, she asked, "Headed right to beach, are you?" Cat nodded silently, smiling as she gathered her folded stack of clothes, and stepped out of the bathroom. MATHIEU Cat got more than a few looks as she walked from the Arrivals Gate down to the baggage claim. It was Bora Bora, which meant that people were used to seeing scantily clad women. But they weren't used to seeing women dressed in just a red swimsuit and sandals walking around in the airport. When Cat found Jay and Elsa, Jay had already grabbed his bag and was waiting for the raven-haired woman to do the same. Jay smiled but couldn't bring himself to say anything as Cat came closer. "Shove it," she told her boss. "Can we go now?" Jay grinned. "We're just waiting on Elsa. Want to go hail a cab?" She hit him on the arm. "What am I doing with my clothes?" "I'll take them," Jay said, taking the small pile into his arms. He unzipped his suitcase, and slipped the attire inside, with his own. Cat had been afraid that he was going to rifle through her things, and make some sort of comment about her panties or bra, which had been tucked neatly inside her pants. But Jay didn't seem to even think of it, or at least, he made no outward signs of thinking about it. Wouldn't really need to look at them right now anyways, Cat thought to herself. He's got access to them for the rest of the week. "I'll go get us a cab," Jay said, lugging his suitcase along with him. "Why don't you see if you can help Elsa find her bag?" Cat did as she was told, making her way over to the older woman. "Any luck yet?" "Nah, none so far," Elsa said, giving the brunette a once over. "Well, at least you can pull it off. I can see how you got away with it last time." Last time? "How did you hear about that?" Cat asked, desperate to know if the story about her office nudity had been floating around Wonderstorm. Had Owen spread the story? "Jay told me," she replied. "But don't get mad at him or anything. I just started relentlessly asking him about it. For about a half hour on the plane ride, all I did was repeat the same question over and over. I thought he was going to kill me." Thank god Cat hadn't had to sit next to Elsa. "No, but he finally broke," Elsa continued. "And don't worry, Cat, I'm not going to tell anyone. I just wanted to know what the background was to this little escapade was." "You probably think I'm some sort of slut, huh?" Cat asked. "What?! Cat, seriously, don't be so hard on yourself. I don't think any less of you because of this bet, or that one. You gambled, you lost - no big deal. It's not like you're getting off on this or anything." Cat could feel herself blush, but she hoped that Elsa didn't notice. "Besides," Elsa said, leaning in as if she were sharing a secret, "the chance to see Jay Kelly half naked all week was well worth the risk. I might have even joined you. I mean, seriously, have you seen his arms? If his arms look as good as they do, just imagine the rest of - Oh! There's my bag!" Out by the curb, Jay was waiting with a Polynesian-looking cab driver, chatting to him in the limited French that Jay himself had. Mathieu actually spoke English, but he didn't offer that information up until he met the girls. Jay looked a little taken aback when Mathieu said to the girls, "Let me grab those bags for you, ladies. I'll put them in the trunk." Elsa's bag was a bit hefty, but Cat's consisted of little more than toiletries and shoes. Both pieces of luggage, however, were placed in the trunk of the car. Mathieu held the back door open for both women, ogling Cat's figures as she eased herself into the car. Jay took the passenger seat up front. The drive the resort was an interesting one, as Mathieu kept his eyes on the rear view mirror and Cat's chest more than he did on the road in front of him. He made idle chit chat, but never once mentioned Cat's state of undress. If he hadn't been undressing her with his eyes, undressing what little clothing she had left on, it might have provided hope to Cat about how the week would go. Maybe no one will even make a big deal out of it, she had thought to herself of the plane. The duality of the being on display hit Cat again as she caught Mathieu looking at her ass as she stepped from the cab. One part of her felt dirty, like she was a cheap object whose entire function was sexual in nature. The other part felt exactly the same way, but was turned on by it. She pushed the struggle from her mind, picked up her bag, and headed into the lobby for the Black Pearl Beach Resort. THE BLACK PEARL "So you're saying that you screwed up the reservation?" Cat asked the woman behind the counter. The small Polynesian woman did her best to apologize, but at the same time make it clear the screw-up could have happened on Wonderstorm's end. Big Betty easily could have reserved two rooms with one bed each rather than two rooms, one with one bed and one with two. "Do you have anything else available?" Jay asked. "Are there any other rooms open that have two beds?" "No, I'm sorry," she apologized. Cat took a deep breath, turning around and leaning up against the hotel desk. She was sick of arguing. She was sick of people ogling her. And she was tired. "Look, Cat, it's not such a big deal," Elsa tried to calm the younger woman down. "We're both adults. We're both straight. We'll be okay." She smiled at the brunette. "You stay on your side of the bed, and I'll stay on mine." "What if -" Cat began, but was interrupted by Jay. "'What if' what, Cat? I mean, ultimately, it comes down to the fact that these people have exactly two bungalows left. And each of those two bungalows has one bed. The options that are left to us are for you and I to share a bed, or for Elsa and I to share a bed, or for you and Elsa to share a bed. What are we going to do?" "You know," Elsa began, "I'm not sure I mind that second one." Jay smiled uncomfortably. "Fine, you're right," Cat gave in. "But we have to work something out before we go get tucked in for the night." After they'd been given their keys, and pointed in the direction of their bungalows, Cat continued. "Can I PLEEEEAASSE keep the swimsuit for the night? It was different when you were supposed to be alone in your own room. It was different when Elsa and I didn't have to share a bed. You've got to give me a break on this one." Jay shook his head. "It wasn't part of the original bet, no. But you made up the rule, and you were going to enforce it when it was me in the swimsuit. I know you well enough to know that much is true." Cat knew he was right. This was always how she screwed herself over; she made up horrible rules and regulations, and they somehow always ended up backfiring on her. "Shouldn't Elsa get a say in all this?" Cat asked, and both of them turned to the other woman, who was trailing a few steps behind. "Nuh, uh," Elsa offered, waving her hands. Just walked right in between Cat and Jay and continued the short hike towards the bungalows. "I'm not getting involved. This is between the two of you." "Are you saying that you actually want to spend the night with me, in the bungalow, and in the BED, while I'm completely naked?" Cat asked as she scurried to catch up with Elsa. "No," she replied. "But in the end, it doesn't really bother me all that much. It's no different than the locker room. It's no different than a sauna. Do I WANT to look at you naked? Of course not. But when it comes right down to it, I don't want to get involved." Elsa kept walking, but Cat stopped out of frustration. As Jay caught up with her, he gave her his trademark smile, each sparkling white tooth seeming the gloat over Cat. He had won, again. The three walked out onto the decked that was raised above the water. Betty had gotten them over-water bungalows on the eastern end of Black Pearl's property, and done the same for the five Tekkei reps on the western end of the property. As they reached bungalows 7 and 9, Jay announced that he was going to bed. "If you want to go swimming or to the bar or whatever, feel free to," he told Cat. "Just hang the swimsuit on the doorknob before you go to bed." "Fine," she replied. She followed Elsa into Bungalow 9, and was actually surprised by how nice the room really was. It looked, on the inside, like your standard hotel room. There was a bathroom off to the left, and then one large, open room. There was a television, a desk, an honor bar, a small dresser, and one queen-size bed. From the window, Cat could see out across the Pacific Ocean, nothing but a few bungalows off in the distance to even remind her that there were anywhere near land or civilization. It was beautiful. "Well," Elsa said, putting her suitcase up on the luggage stand in the corner. "Here we are. In the middle of paradise. The ocean all around us. A corporate credit card to pay for alcohol." She paused. "And I'm so tired that I don't even know if I can stand up much longer." "Yeah, I'm feeling the same way," Cat said, sitting her half-naked body down onto the corner of the bed. "I want to go out, but I don't really feeling like doing so dressed like this. And also, I'm just beat." "If it's the former more than the latter, then I suggest you go on out there and get yourself a drink. You've got to get used to how you're dressed, especially since we're meeting Koremasu and his people in the resort's business center at ten tomorrow morning. If it's the latter, then feel free to crash, because that's what I think I'm going to do." Elsa pulled her toiletries case from her suitcase, and headed towards the bathroom to ready herself for bed. She had a point, Cat thought to herself. Cat was good at faking confidence, but it might help tomorrow morning if she actually HAD that confidence. Plus, a good alcoholic drink would really take the edge off right now. Taking these thoughts in, she decided to do it, telling Elsa she'd be back in a short while. THE PATIO The Black Pearl's patio overlooked the private beach, and the ocean itself. There were Japanese lanterns strewn around the bricked bar area, but they weren't bright enough to block out the impressive array of stars over Cat's head. There were a few people hanging around the bar, but none gave her that much attention. After all, she was technically still on the beach. A newlywed couple sat snuggling in a chaise lounge in the corner, the husband getting slapped for keeping his eyes on Cat for a just a second too long. Cat pretended not to notice, and ordered a Corona from the waitress. As she sat drinking the beer, and looking out at the ocean, she thought to herself, "Maybe this won't be so bad after all." Was she really that out of place? Wearing a bathing suit at a beach resort? She smiled at the thought of not standing out, but it was short lasting. This wasn't a real vacation - she WAS going to have to sit through meetings, negotiations, and business dinners, all dressed like an escort. The thought of fitting in, and having an easy week further left her as she walked back up the decking to her bungalow. If Elsa had still been up and about, Cat could have asked HER to go put the bathing suit on Jay's doorknob. But it had been forty-five minutes, at least, since Cat had left the other woman, and she had no doubt that the Elsa was in bed, if not asleep. A Sure Thing Bungalow 7 was only two doors down from Bungalow 9, so Cat really only had to make it past whoever was in Bungalow 8 while in the nude. She looked both ways, up and down the walkway, making sure the coast was clear. She stripped quickly, sliding the bottoms down her legs and kicking them up to her hands. She reached around quickly and yanked the string that held the top together in the back. Completely naked, Cat hung both garments on the doorknob to Bungalow 7, and began walking briskly down the walkway towards her own door. For a split second, Cat thought the door to the Bungalow may have been locked. But she turned the doorknob in the opposite direction, and was relieved to find that it worked okay. She breezed into the room and the door behind her, her heart beating so hard that she thought it was going to burst out of her chest. As she passed her bathroom, she cursed to herself - why hadn't she just walked over to Jay's room in a towel? Jay probably would have made a stink about it, about her not supposed to be wearing anything but a swimsuit, but he was most likely asleep by now. After all, it looked like Elsa was. Elsa's pajamas were a little risquŽ, Cat thought to herself as she slid under the covers. The black-haired woman was wearing a baby blue chemise, with a matching pair of panties. Of course, maybe Cat herself didn't really have grounds to call anyone else's sleepwear risquŽ. After all, she was wearing nothing but a belly-button ring and a small, neatly trimmed patch of hair above her pussy. No, she really wasn't in the position to judge. ****************** TUESDAY ****************** TEKKEI The bungalow's alarm woke both Cat and Elsa up at the same time. Cat rolled over and hit the snooze button, both girls thankful for another few minutes in bed. "What time did you set the alarm for?" Cat asked groggily. She hadn't even bothered to look at the display. "Eight thirty," Elsa replied. "I figured that would give us enough time to get ready for the day. Where'd you go last night?" Cat really just wanted to grab a few more minutes of sleep. But she supposed Elsa deserved a reply; after all, she was putting up with sharing both a room and a bed with a completely naked woman, something that Cat herself would have felt fairly uncomfortable doing. "I just went the patio, a little bit down the beach." "Did you meet anyone?" Cat was lying on her stomach, her right arm draping off the bed towards the floor. But she rolled over to look at Elsa, and continue the conversation; it was obvious that the alarm met sleeping time was over. "No, I just sat alone, had a beer, and thought about the week." The entire night, Cat had been afraid of bumping up against Elsa. Sure, they had known each other from around the office before this week, but Cat certainly wasn't comfortable enough with her to have her tits rubbing up against Elsa's arm. Elsa, it seemed, didn't have the same notion of personal space. She was lying on her side, and facing Cat. Putting her hand on Cat's naked arm, she asked her, "So how do you think you'll do? I mean, do you think you'll be okay with this week? I mean, you must feel at least a little bit more comfortable than last time, you know, because you're wearing clothes." "I don't know," Cat thought aloud, looking up at the ceiling. "Last time, even when I was naked, I was surrounded by people I knew and mostly trusted. This time, it's like, I have you and Jay, but I'm meeting all sorts of new people. These Japanese businessmen are never going to know me as anything more than the half naked girl." "I wouldn't worry about it too much, Cat. Japanese businessmen are supposed to have a thing for American girls - I'm sure, if anything, that your half-nakedness will help us get this contract." A few minutes later, they were both up and getting ready for their day. As Elsa was getting into the shower, and Cat was toweling dry, a knock at the door signaled that Jay was outside with Cat's outfit for the day. The brunette opened the door just a crack. "Can I have it, already?" "Can I come in?" Jay asked, leering into the room, hoping to get a glimpse of Cat's naked body. "Not until you let me put something on, Jay," Cat replied. "So Elsa gets to see naked, but I don't?" "Yes." He leaned back away from the door, and stuck a black bikini through the crack in the door opening. "That's so sexist," he jokingly complained. As soon as Cat had taken the bikini out of Jay's hand, he asked, "Can I come in now?" "Jesus, Jay! Give me a fucking second to put the thing on!" She didn't waste anytime, quickly pulling the bikini bottom up her legs. It was definitely more revealing than the suit she'd worn from the airport. As was the top, which she tied around the back of her neck. Now fully dressed, or at least as dressed as she was going to be, she opened to door for her boss. "Elsa's still in the shower. Do you want to grab some breakfast?" Cat asked. "Sure," Jay replied, scanning the room. Cat knocked on the bathroom door to let Elsa know where they were going to be, slipping on her flip-flops, and followed Jay out the door and up the walkway. By ten o'clock, the butterflies in Cat's stomach had evolved into small birds, or even larger birds. What were those flying dinosaurs called? Pterodactyls? She racked her brain, trying to remember, but suffice to say, Cat was fairly nervous about the day. She, Elsa, and Jay had gotten to business center before the Japanese reps, and Cat felt extremely out of place. The room wasn't a run-down, beachfront office, but rather a lavish, well-decorated business hall, complete with a fancy chandelier and a nice carpet. A girl in a black bikini was definitely going to stand out in here. Her appearance was especially appalling when compared with Elsa, who was dressed in a chino skirt and a tank top - not dressy in any way, but certainly more formal than Cat's current wardrobe. Cat and Elsa discussed how to explain Cat's state of undress to the Tekkei people. In the end, Cat's strategy would be to say that she'd lost most of luggage, and all that she had left were her bathing suits. The story was accepted as truth when the Japanese finally arrived. There were four men and one woman, who looked to be about Cat's age. Okura Koremasu was a middle-aged man, probably in his mid-fifties. He was accompanied three of his associates, included the taller and more handsome Dosan Masamitsu, the shorter and bespectacled Iwao Yoritomo, and the skinny Tensui Noashige, who apparently spoke no English. All four, though, were clearly more enraptured with Cat than they were with Jay or Elsa. Cat even thought she saw Dosan point at her ass and make a comment to the others in Japanese, but she couldn't be sure. Iara Yoshida, the one female, was Okura's niece. Her English was better than any of the rest of theirs, so she did most of the translating as the day went on. When it came down to it, Cat's presence here at these negotiations was ancillary to the presence of Jay and Elsa. Jay handled most of the wheeling and dealing, trying to make the final pitch for Wonderstorm in getting distribution rights for War Cry. Elsa sat herself in the corner with Tensui and Iara, going over the legal and financial repercussions of the contracts. Cat, then, was left to do little more than to sit and "look pretty." She carried out her responsibilities remarkably. As the day rolled on, though, she got more and more involved with Iwao, who had handled the advertising for War Cry in Japan. His English was choppy, but he helped Cat get a better understanding of how Tekkei had promoted Woocurai, and what the game was really about. Cat took notes throughout the entire conversation. At lunchtime, they all headed down to the patio to get sandwiches, and relax for a short while. On the way down, Cat definitely caught Dosan looking at her ass. She pretended she didn't, though, and stopped on the path to the patio to wait for Jay. The vice president was walking a little bit behind the rest of group, talking to Koremasu about deep-sea fishing. When he saw that Cat wanted to talk to him, though, he dropped back so that they could talk without being overheard. "Seriously, can I put something on?" she asked. "It just feels a little weird in there, and that Dosan guy has been staring at me all morning." "You don't seem to be complaining about me staring at you," Jay teased. "You hide it a little bit better than he does," Cat conceded. "But really, Jay, can I have something?" Jay looked at her for a few seconds. "Okay, I have a sarong that matches that bikini for you, but you're going to have to make a trade." "Why would you even bring the sarong?" Cat asked. She had intended to get pants back. "Well, I figured you might want to renegotiate the terms of the bet once we got here. So I got bargaining material." "Okay, okay. So what's the trade?" "The sarong for the rest of today's meetings, and for whatever we do afterward, IF you where your underwear to dinner tonight at the resort's restaurant." "No way!" Cat replied. "I'm not gonna sit around and eat dinner with these guys in my panties." "Look, Cat," Jay stopped her. "You're already wearing that bikini, which covers less than your panties." She shot him a look, to which he responded, "Yes, I looked. I'm a man. Are you surprised? But back to my point - you're already wearing less than your underwear would cover. You'd be sitting down throughout most of dinner, as well, so it's not like these guys would get to look at much other than your bra through most of dinner. Which also, incidentally, covers your body more than that bikini top. And finally, it'd only be for an hour or so with these guys at dinner, and in return you'd get, what, seven hours with the sarong? I think it's good bargain." Cat mulled over the offer. Jay was right, in that her underwear was definitely less revealing than the black bikini she was currently wearing. But panties were different than swimsuit bottoms - they weren't meant to be seen. Or at least, they weren't meant to be seen by Japanese business colleagues. "Can I even get away with that?" Cat asked. "Yup. I called the office first thing this morning." Cat was still skeptical. But the thought of getting a sarong, which in any other sort of circumstances could barely be called clothing, was far too tempting. "Okay, I'll do it." "Excellent," Jay replied. He broke away from her and headed back towards the bungalows. "Tell Koremasu that I'll be right there. Tell him I'm just headed to the resort shop to buy you something to wear over your bikini." Cat told it all to Koremasu and the others when they'd all been seated at their table. Jay returned a few minutes later and handed Cat the sarong. She stood and put it on, to the obvious disappointment of Dosan and the others. "A perfect match," Iara offered from her end of the table, sounding more than a little suspicious. "Well, you know," Jay said, searching for a comfortable excuse, "Classic black." For the rest of the day, Cat was a little bit more comfortable in her appearance around the Tekkei people. Yes, Dosan was still focused on her tits, and she swore that he kept talking about them with Iwao, but at least his attention had drifted off her ass for a while. She wore the sarong in the business center. She wore the sarong when she and Elsa went into town to do a small bit of shopping. She wore the sarong around the resort, through the main hall, and down to her bungalow. Unfortunately, that was about as far as she could go with the sarong. "You going to be ready for dinner?" Jay asked as she passed by Bungalow 7. "Yeah, do you think I could have my panties?" she replied, stopping to look at him. "You know the rules. You don't get the new set until I get the old ones." Cat rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Jay, can't you cut me a little a slack? Elsa's already up there, so it's not like I can have her make the switch, you know? And it's not like I can just strip out here on the walk again, what with the sun still being out and the people being around. So can I just have my god damn underwear? I'm already having dinner with you and a whole bunch of horny Japanese businessmen in my bra and panties." The speech was impassioned, but Jay failed to be swayed. "Cat, every time you start talking to me about giving you a little leeway, or bending the rules for you, I ask myself what you'd do if our situations were reversed. Frankly, I don't think I'd get much sympathy. After all, it was you that took our original bet and made up all the subsequent conditions after you were convinced that you had won. These aren't my rules. They're yours. Live with them." Cat knew he was right. But that still didn't keep her from getting pissed off him. She growled, and began storming away. "Fine, fine," Jay said. "You can change in my bathroom. You get undressed, give me the suit and the sarong, and I'll give you back your bra and panties. Cool?" It was the best offer that Cat was bound to here, so she accepted. She followed Jay into his bungalow, and stepped right into the bathroom. Looking herself in the mirror, she unwrapped the sarong, untied the bra, and stepped out of the bikini bottoms. She balled them all up into a wad, opened the door a crack, and tossed them out into the main room. "There," she grumbled. "Are you happy?" "Very," Jay replied. "I'll see you up there." With that, the front door to the bungalow slammed shut, and Cat had the sneaking suspicion that Jay had left her in his bungalow alone. "Jay?" Cat called, hoping that she was wrong. He couldn't have actually left her in the bungalow alone, could he have? Jay was definitely enjoying Cat's humiliation, but he wasn't that mean-spirited. "Jay?" She looked at herself in the mirror again. Completely naked. Breasts out there for anyone to see, pussy on display. The only clothing she had were the flip-flops she'd been wearing all day, and a quick scan of the bathroom proved useless. There were no towels, no face cloths, and not even a shower curtain, as the shower had a glass door. "Jay?" Cat asked one more time, not really sure what she was expecting to hear. He had obviously left her alone in the bungalow, getting his kicks of getting her naked and keeping her that way. Cat couldn't just stay there, hiding in the bathroom for the rest of the night. She had to leave at some point; she had to come up with a plan to do so. After a few more minutes of deliberating, Cat decided that she'd just steal some of Jay's clothes. He had to have something, whether it was just a button-down shirt, or a pair of boxers, or something that Cat could wear as covering. She opened the bathroom door, peeked around, and headed off into the main room of the bungalow. Lying on his bed, watching quietly, was Jay. Cat screamed at him, covering her breasts and stepping back into bathroom, but not before she tossed the first thing she got her hands on in his direction - the French Polynesia phone book. A series of obscenities came from Cat's side of the bathroom door. Jay was too busy laughing to respond to most of them, but eventually they both calmed down. "Okay, seriously now," Cat said, regaining her composure. "Where are my panties?" "Under the sink," Jay answered, "with the rest of your clothes. I had the resort wash them all today while we were in meetings. I hope that's okay." That was fine with Cat. The thought of having to wear dirty underwear to dinner hadn't been terribly appealing to her anyways. The opened the cabinet under the sink, and, sure enough, found her underwear, her pants, and her shirt. She longed to put the later two items on, even in the heat. But she knew she'd have to wait. Snapping her panties into place, Cat stepped back out into the main room of the bungalow. True, the bra and panties covered more skin than the bikini did. But the lace, running along each and every edge of both items, gave away the fact that these were undergarments, not everyday beach clothes. Once she'd gotten closer to Jay, she punched him in the arm. "Fine," she said, "you've seen ME naked. Now you owe me." "You should have seen your eyes," Jay said, laughing as they exited the bungalow and began the long walk up the path towards the restaurant. "They were as wide as frigging satellite dishes." Well, at least he'd been focusing on my eyes, Cat thought to herself. She should have been madder at Jay, but she found herself forgiving him rather easily. Maybe after a full twenty-four hours of prancing around in front of him in bathing suits, having him see her completely naked for a few seconds didn't seem like such a big deal. Or maybe she was a little bit turned on by the fact that he had seen her. After all, she was a little bit turned on now, walking up the restaurant in what were quite obviously her bra and panties. THE BLACK PEARL RESTAURANT More than just eyebrows were raised as Cat strutted into the Black Pearl Restaurant. She walked alongside Jay, and did her best to act confident. But she was wearing just underwear, and it was obvious to anyone who even glanced her direction. The satin panties, the satin bra, the lace that lined them both - this was definitely not a swimsuit. Their table was, of course, in the center of the dining room, so that everyone else eating that night could glance over in Cat's direction. All four of the Japanese businessman looked stunned and dazed as they watched Cat approach, but they all kept their dignity and politeness, standing as she got closer. Iara and Elsa were there, as well. Elsa was lost in conversation with Tensui, with Iara's help. The Japanese girl, though, did give Cat a healthy dose of attention, though, watching her as the brunette fluidly slid into her chair. Cat was happy that her lower half, as least, would now be covered by the table itself. "Still no sign of the luggage?" Koremasu asked, obviously trying to ask about Cat's panties without coming out and ask her right out. Cat opted not to beat around the bush. "No, still no sign. I did opt to wear these tonight-" she snapped her bra strap, "-because I was sick of the suit, you know?" Koremasu nodded his head, as if the whole thing were completely logical. "I thought tonight should be a little bit more formal, so I figured these would be a little bit more so than the bathing suits," Cat continued, obviously babbling away. For some unknown reason, Koremasu and the others just nodded along with her story. "I mean, it doesn't bother you, does it? I can go back and change, if you'd like." "No, no," Iara spoke up. "It's fine, it's fine. We appreciate your efforts to look good for us." This coming from the woman, Cat thought to herself. If Iara was buying it, and she didn't have any problem with it, than she doubted the men could have been too put out by the brunette in her panties. The waiter, a pale white Frenchman, obviously had never seen anything like what he was now looking at, but he played along with it all, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary. Yet a scarcely clad woman was sitting there with a number of Japanese people, a white guy, and white woman, just acting as if it were just another day for her. Cat drank more than her fair share of wine that night. Like the beer the night before, the alcohol was strictly utilitarian - Cat just wanted to take the edge off, and be a little more at ease with her situation. She started to get a little bit tipsier towards the end, and ended up spelling a few drops of wine on her chest. One droplet hit the bar skin, and traced along the inside of Cat's cleavage, ultimately disappearing behind the bra. Every single guy around the table salivated as they watched that particular drop's course. Another hit the candy purple bra itself, creating an immediate stain, just over Cat's right nipple. And, perhaps because of the wine, or perhaps because of the attention she had been receiving, her nipples themselves had been rock hard and poking through the thin satin material since around the time that the appetizers had arrived.