Sis rented Mom’s old bedroom to two of the gurls on my soccer team. They would also look after the house so she and Chrissy could come down and join us as we spent the last week preparing for the grand opening of “Joann’s Club Paradise”. When they arrived, Sis and Michelle started on setting up the salon. They couldn’t believe how good the old motel looked.
Chrissy set-up the booking and charge system while I worked with the newly hired cooks and bartenders stocking the kitchen and bar. Joe worked with the handyman finishing up the outside grounds and pavilion. We all worked until late at night, leaving no time for anything else.
Although I had a landscaper make the front of the motel look beautiful and the parking lots coated and relined, I only had one sign that displayed “JCP” on the front of the building. There was another sign at the parking lot entrance and one where the road met the main highway. I didn’t want to attract attention, discretion was paramount. Our customer base was strictly through our website where we advertised our discretion using the “JCP” identification.
Anyone traveling by road would surely have GPS. A large percentage of those booked, so far, were flying in utilizing our shuttle service. However, once in the complex, the “Joann’s Club Paradise” name was everywhere, giving it a resort look and feel.
On the day before our opening, we had a practice run to make sure we were ready. We gathered in the dining room in the evening and opened a few bottles of champagne to celebrate. I thanked everybody for all of their hard work. I explained that Joann’s was to be a casual atmosphere, but with the customer always first. I told the new employees that Joann’s was a family and I wanted to get to know each one of them. One of the cooks jokingly said, “I can’t wait for that.”
After our celebration, we went to the two guest rooms that were still serving as our bunk rooms. Joe knocked on our door and asked if anyone wanted to relax in the hot spring with him. Chrissy and I said we would go. Sis and Michelle wanted some alone time. I put on my string bikini and a pullover cover. Chrissy also wore a skimpy bikini. We walked out to the hot spring, taking off our covers, before stepping into the warm rich water. Chrissy hugged me tight and gave me a kiss as she said, “Joann, I’m so proud of you. What you’ve done here is incredible.” I hugged her feeling my tits flattening against hers.
“Are we interrupting?” It was Joe and one of the cooks walking up to the side of the spring.
Chrissy replied, “No, not at all. Come join us.”
Joe asked, “I still don’t have a bathing suit. Is it okay if we’re in our birthday suits?”
Still embracing Chrissy, I responded, “Of course it’s okay, Get in here and show me what you gave Michelle last month.” Joe and Kevin, the cook, waded in toward us. As Joe approached, I reached out and grabbed his dick with my one hand, as I commented, “Not bad.” He chuckled as I slowly started to jerk him off.
Chrissy followed my lead and took Kevin’s dick in her hand. We continued our embrace while jerking them off with our free hands. Joe had a hand on both my ass and Chrissy’s, while Kevin did the same from his side. I kissed Chrissy full on the lips pulling our tits close together, again. Joe started to move around behind me, grasping my waist with both hands, and grinding his boner in the crack of my ass. I broke off my kiss, leaning my head back, as I asked, “Do you have something to cover that?”
Joe answered, “Not with me.”
I shot back, “It’s a good thing I’m always prepared. There are some condoms in the pocket of my cover. Get two, in case Kevin needs one.”
Chrissy said, “Jo, you’re always thinking. You deserve to be the boss.”
Joe waded to the side, got the condoms, and waded back. I looked at him, then said, “I think you’re going to have to put that on above the waterline.” He looked a little embarrassed as he handed one of the packs to Kevin before walking toward one of the ledges sticking out. He climbed up on the ledge, opened the wrapper, and rolled the condom on his cock. Then he stepped back in and waded back over behind me pulling down my bikini bottom. I could feel his dick probing my cheeks for my entrance. At the same time, Kevin moved to the ledge, getting his condom on.
Suddenly, I felt the tip of Joe’s dick penetrating my ass. It had been a while so there was a little pain. It must have shown in my facial expression. Chrissy, squeezed me tight in her arms, kissing me on my lips. The pain passed quickly as his dick passed through my sphincter and into my colon. I let out a little moan sending my lips into a smile that I’m sure Chrissy could feel, since I could feel her lips turn to a smile. I pulled my face back a little from hers.
Then, I could see her frown, as she was obviously feeling some penetration pressure herself. This time, I squeezed her and kissed her to help with the entry. Again, I could feel her lips turn into a smile. As I held Chrissy, I pushed my ass back into Joe’s crotch. His hands were tight on my waist. When he pushed forward, driving his dick deep up my ass, he lifted my feet off the bottom a little. I kept my balance by holding onto Chrissy. When Kevin pushed into Chrissy’s ass, she used me to keep her balance. This was the second time I had sex in the water and I was really liking it.
The combination of the warm water and continued friction in my ass gave me a warm soothing feeling throughout my entire body. Chrissy and I kept exchanging kisses while the guys supplied the energy that seemed to bounce back and forth between us. It had been a long time since I felt this good. At one point, my feet were off the bottom for several thrusts so that I was literally floating. Chrissy and I kept looking into each other's eyes, sharing our expressions of our sexual workout. We occasionally exchanged moans between us as we could hear the grunts of our servants in the background. This was truly a bi-sexual experience for me.
I could feel my ass beginning to spasm, followed by my balls tightening, as I uncontrollably shot my load. I couldn’t and didn’t want to restrain myself as I bellowed out a long satisfying moan. Chrissy’s smile was the icing on the cake as she gave me a little kiss. Then, I heard Joe give out a groan as his dick tensed up in my ass, before feeling it twitch several times, as he squeezed my waist tightly. I lifted my feet up and twisted my legs around Joe’s waist as I absorbed Chrissy’s back and forth motion.
I stayed in that suspended position being stretched and contracted for a few minutes before Kevin declared, “Here I cum.” When he finished, I released my grip on Joe and his now soft dick slid out of my ass. I was now standing on my own two feet, still embracing Chrissy. She had a frustrated look in her eyes. I pulled her to the side of the spring and lifted her buoyant body onto one of the rocks. Her bikini bottom still being down, I put her dick in my mouth.
She grabbed my head with her hands guiding it up and down on her as I worked to bring her to a satisfying climax. She gave a slight gasp before she unloaded four or five hot streams of cum into my mouth. I let her fill my mouth before looking up at her, smiling, and then swallowing. She immediately dropped back into the water, giving me a big hug and a full-tongue kiss. We pulled up each other's bottoms up before stepping out of the water.
Kevin asked what he should do with his condom. I told him there was a trash can near the pool. But, it made me realize that we should have condoms available throughout the complex. Joe said he wasn’t sure where his condom went. I reached back to check my ass. As it often happens, it was still partially in my ass. I smiled as I said, “I still have one of the tightest asses around.” I pulled it out in the bathroom in our room. Chrissy and I changed into nightshirts and panties for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
The next morning, Joe drove me to the airport in the van. It was a small regional airport that included three daily flights back and forth from the international airport a few hundred miles away. We had three guests coming in on the first flight. I wanted the first person to come in contact with our customers to be a gurl. There was a waiting area for taxis and shuttles at the small arrival area. Since we had “JCP Shuttle” on our doors, we were allowed to wait for our guests.
When I noticed a man walking towards the van, I got out and greeted him, “Hi, I’m Joann from JCP, it’s good to meet you.” Joe came around, took his bags, and put them in the back. I opened the door and handed him a brochure as he sat down. A few minutes later, another man came, followed by a third. I repeated my greeting and seated them with a brochure.
The front of the brochure had a picture of me with a short story about my transformation. I could see the three of them studying me closely. I wanted to give our guests confidence they would receive professional attention to passing as women during their stay by showing them a real, live example. The inside of the brochure had a checklist for their salon visit and information on our rates and options. The back had a sign-up to have their pictures taken with a fish, in case they needed to convince someone they were on a fishing trip, rather than a female makeover.
It was important to make our guests feel comfortable. The brochure provided a diversion for the twenty-minute ride to minimize interaction and any awkwardness they might have as men, being with other men, knowing their reason for being there.
When we arrived at the motel, I walked the three to the counter while Joe took care of their bags. Chrissy waited on the first, Michelle waited on the second, and I waited on the third. After checking them in, they were each given a magnetic card that served as a door key for their room, identification for their meals and drinks, and recording any charges for the salon. We each took our guest for a private tour of the facility, salon, and finally to their room.
It took most of the day to check-in our first twenty-two guests. Ten of them had to be picked up at the airport, while twelve drove in. Michelle and Sis went upstairs to the salon before lunch and started the makeovers. They were busy until dinner time. We knew the first day would be the hardest since we would be filling all of the rooms in one day.
I had one of the cooks put out snacks in the reception area so we could get some interaction between the gurls. I introduced Chrissy and myself to the group. One of the gurls said she didn’t believe we weren’t women. Chrissy, without hesitation, walked over to her, took her hand, and pushed it down her pants. “Well, tell everyone what am I, dear?”
Somewhat embarrassed, the gurl declared, “She’s a man.”
As the group laughed, Chrissy smiled and gave her a big kiss. Then she said, “And maybe a lesbian, too.” It was a great ice breaker. The reception area was buzzing with conversation. Everyone seemed comfortable. I almost hated to announce we were serving dinner in the dining room.
At the same time, a few men came in for the “mingle time” we posted on our website. They had to check-in at the lobby counter, show their identification, and pay for dinner and unlimited bar. In addition, our male staff, not on duty, also came in for dinner to socialize as an added benefit to their employment. All of our female guests that checked in the first day purchased our package deal that included all meals, snacks, and drinks. This worked out well since most socialized at the bar, reception area, and dining room for hours while drinking.
Our first and only activity for the first day was a campfire in the fire pit situated near the outside bar in front of the pavilion. As I walked around, I was pleased to see that the men were beginning to pair off with the gurls. There were two couples in the reception area, one couple at the inside bar, and three couples at the outside bar. I saw one couple wander out back toward the secluded volleyball court. Some of the gurls seemed content to socialize amongst themselves around the campfire. Michelle, Chrissy, Sis, and I stayed at the campfire with them to assure they were enjoying themselves. The gurl that questioned the gender of Chrissy and I earlier said to Michelle, “I’m not sure I should ask, but are you a male or a female?”
Everyone became quiet as they waited to hear Michelle’s answer: “Well, what do you think?”
“I’m not sure what to think anymore. That’s why I asked. All of you look like women.”
Michelle answered, “That’s because we are all women in the eyes of the world and that’s the way it should be. What are you tonight? Did we do a good job and make you a woman?” I thought for sure Michelle was going to do the same as Chrissy did. I was proud of her answer. The gurl acknowledged that she felt like a woman and hugged Chrissy to the delight of the group.
Our cook and bartender, who finished their shift at midnight, came out and joined the group for a few minutes, before each inviting a gurl to join them for some late night fun. As the fire burned down, we all went to our room. It was a long and successful day at Club Paradise.