The landscape outside the dirty window is getting greener and greener as we drive further from the capital. The road is a shitty one like most things in my country. I feel the whole vehicle shaking and hear squeaking noises coming from the engine. I'm surprised we haven't broken down already and to be honest, I wouldn't mind the delay, considering our destination. But the rusty minibus is holding together somehow and keeps chugging down the bumpy road.
Besides me there are 5 other girls on this ride. All students from my Uni. The conversation died out almost immediately as we started the journey and now everyone is silent deep in their thoughts. This whole trip is not a vacation after all. We are on our way to spend a whole month working in "El Paraíso" resort. Heh, what a pretentious name. Although, I suppose some might consider it a paradise, but certainly not us.
The place is the latest pet project of our glorious and ingenious president Pliego. A luxurious complex with all sorts of entertainment facilities: restaurant, nightclub, spa, swimming pool and other stuff I forgot already. Any girl should be delighted to visit a cool place like that, right? Well, not if you consider the horrible free use laws in this country. All the guests in the resort can sexually exploit any female staff member. And that means, damn, what a terrible thing to say... that means any woman working there, may be abused at their will and at any time.
Of course, they had trouble finding volunteers for all the female staff positions. Dah, that does not surprise me at all! Why would anyone agree to be raped constantly even for a decent salary? The president in his usual brilliant manner invented a creative solution, though. Heartless bastard, he obliged most of the Uni girls to spend a month each year in "El Paraíso", filling whatever positions are vacant. And of course, it only applies to students who receive a scholarship, the rich kids can just enjoy their vacation. Typical!
Naturally, the girls were horrified when they heard the news. Some decided to simply drop out and avoid humiliation. But the rest of us... well... we eventually accepted our terrible fate. Free education is the only chance for an average Cumdurian girl like me to ever achieve a good life. Maybe even get away from this shitty country once and for all. So, if you have to sacrifice your dignity for a bright future, is it worth it? For most it is.
And now here we are, six of us on this nasty bus heading towards certain misery and abuse. Damn, I can't even imagine being surrounded by dozens of horny pervs day after day. At least on the city streets the chances of meeting a passholder is rather small, and even if it happens, you can always run away or hide. Inside our Uni's campus they are not allowed at all, praise the God for that. But in a closed-up location like El Paraíso, there will be no escape from those pigs. And I will have to serve them, and smile politely, and say, "Yes, señor", "Whatever you wish, señor", eugh!
Though, perhaps they won't even want me. I glance down at my own body, covered by a simple sundress. Yeah, I'm not someone who men would call hot or sexy. Skinny, plain, practically no curves to speak of. My breasts are tiny, barely A-cup. Mom always jokes, that I stopped developing when I was 13 or something, lol. Oh, and I wear glasses all the time, which certainly don't help to make me look like a model. But to be fair, some guys say that I'm cute or even adorable. So... I shouldn't kid myself, I will not be safe from harassment, even with my looks.
A shiver goes through my spine, imagining some ugly perv putting his hands all over me. Shit, how will they even want to use my body? If it's only regular sex, I could maybe handle it. Just shut my eyes and pretend that someone else is doing it. Like that boy from the "EXO". Lol, he's so cute... But what if they demand weird stuff like... anal. For some reason, that particular thought scares me more than anything. It might sound funny, but a couple of weeks ago I even bought a set of butt plugs with different sizes. I was trying to stretch my little hole at least a little bit to prepare myself. To my dismay, even the second smallest one I could barely squeeze in while crying from pain. And the thing was not even as big as a regular dick. Maybe I should tell someone about my limitations, like a manager or whoever will be our supervisor? I mean, they cannot possibly expect me to do things that I am physically unable to. Right? My God, what a humiliating conversation that will be.
A girl's head on my shoulder distracts me from those depressing thoughts. A smile crosses my lips as soon as I remember that I don't have to go through this hell alone. Sitting next to me is Miranda, my best friend, and... what the heck?! I cannot believe that she's sleeping right now. The girl is breathing calmly without a care in the world. Does Mia really have no idea what awaits us? Or is she even tougher than I thought? Either way, if anyone should be worried about sexual abuse it's my friend. She is one of the hottest girls in the Uni. The hottest one, I would argue. Mia is tall, fit and athletic with wide hips, an absolutely divine ass, long legs... And her breasts, oh my. I glance down at Mia's cleavage, displayed prominently by the tight crop top. Big, firm, just perfect. Not like my mosquito bites, lol.
Don't think I'm a lesbian or even bi, but even I can't help myself sometimes, and ogle my friend's body. Especially when she's walking around wearing nothing but underwear in our dorm room. Now imagine what the guys are feeling! They are literally drooling while staring at her ass or boobs in that cheerleader uniform. Oh, and Mia's face, I must mention that too. It's so beautiful, so angelic, with plump red lips and deep blue eyes. And if all of that wasn't enough, my friend is blonde, which is so super rare in Cumduras. Her hair, ugh, so shiny and long and always smells amazing.
We have been practically inseparable since our first year at the Uni. Mia's always full of energy and outgoing, everybody loves her. The girl's personality is so infectious. Even during my darkest days, Mia manages to light up the mood and cheer me up. I really hope that place will not break her spirit. Cause without Mia's support, I would lose it too. No doubt about that.
A particularly large bump on the road makes our van jump and Mia's head slips from my shoulder, waking her up. The girl opens her gorgeous blue eyes and blinks several times trying to comprehend what's going on.
"Hey, bestie, are we there yet?" my friend finally asks while stretching her arms and yawning widely.
"Not yet, but it's not far now... I think," I respond with a forced smile. "Mia, how can you manage to sleep right now?"
"Ah, why not? There is nothing else to do anyway. Everyone is so quiet and gloomy," she waves her hand in annoyance.
"Yeah, because we are scared shitless. Don't you realize what we're about to do?! It's insane! We are about to spend a month being molested, assaulted and..." I stumble afraid to pronounce the word "raped" out loud.
"Oh, please!" Mia rolls her eyes dismissively. "Stop worrying so much. It cannot be that bad. And besides..." she grins and elbows me playfully, "Who would actually want to molest your skinny ass, Al?" She bursts into laughter so heartily that all the other girls turn their heads towards us. The looks on their faces are a mix of annoyance and disbelief. I'm sure they are as bewildered as I am by my friend's carefree attitude.
***
Fifteen minutes later the road suddenly becomes smoother and we can see the lake Maralboro in the front view. It's my first time here and wow, it is so pretty! I mean, the lake is not that big, but still, one of the few places in Cumduras that could actually be described as "picturesque". No wonder the president chose its shores for his fancy resort. Our minibus passes through the gate with huge letters: "El Paraíso". Above them hangs a massive board with the symbol of a golden circle surrounding a pink heart. What does it even mean? A ridiculous logo for a resort, if you ask me.
One more curve and the van pulls over in front of a marble facade entrance. A plaque above it reads "Reception". Well, guess, we have arrived.
"C'mon, bestie, let's check this place out," Miranda grabs my arm and pulls me out of the vehicle. The rest of the girls take their bags and follow suit with much less enthusiasm.
While walking towards the glass doors, Miranda spins her head like crazy, observing the surroundings with excitement. "Ooh, nice! They spent some serious cash here. This place looks so-o fancy."
"I don't know, all that gold everywhere, columns and... oh my God, is that a statue of Arturo other there?" – I giggle while looking at a massive sculpture in the middle of the pool. It shows the president in his military uniform, triumphantly raising a fist to the sky. Yep, he truly has an enormous ego.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know I was talking with an architectural expert here," my friend has that playful grin on her face again. "Know what, bestie... I like gold," she winks and burst into laughter again while pulling me inside the building.
Her laughter quickly dies though as soon as we enter the reception area. Both of us freeze on the spot, as our eyes fixate on a horrific scene playing here. There is a big wooden desk in the middle of the room with a girl standing behind it. She wears some kind of slutty uniform with the resort's logo on her chest. A receptionist probably, but instead of greeting us, she groans through the clutched teeth while being bend over that huge desk. The poor girl's skirt is pulled up, her panties are hanging around her knees, and there is a middle-aged man pounding her from behind. The receptionist grips the edge of the wood with both hands until her knuckles whiten. The girl's face contorts in agony with every vicious thrust. She blinks rapidly trying to hold back tears and bites down on her lip.
The rest of our group catches up and the girls let out a collective gasp as soon as they notice the spectacle. Then a realization hit me. Shit, I know that receptionist. Her name is Yara. She's from our Uni too, a year older than me. To be honest, we didn't really hang out much, but she seemed like a friendly and cheerful person. Almost as nerdy as me. And now that guy is raping her on this table in broad daylight. That's just horrible. I mean, any woman being abused is horrible, but seeing someone familiar going through this shit... Eugh. It makes my stomach turn.
The man lifts his gaze and meets our terrified stares. "Hello, girls!" he waves his hand and grins widely. His smile looks so genuine, so friendly and bright, such a contrast to the cruel act he is performing. The whole scene starts to appear surreal, like a dream, like a nightmare. I even pinch the skin on my thigh, hoping that all of that will just go away and I wake up in my dorm room with Miranda happily snoring on the other bed. But nope, I'm still here, still watching that disgusting man shamelessly raping our schoolmate. And Mia is still squeezing my arm tightly with her fingers.
"Welcome to the Paradise, girls." the perv continues in the same cheerful tone and then smacks Yara's ass with a loud clap. She whimpers and finally lets tears roll freely down her cheeks.
"Señioritas, please don't just stand there like a bunch of statues," – a 50 something years old man wearing a white jacket appears seemingly out of nowhere. "I am señor Seco, the manager of this great establishment. Now let's go, there is nothing to see here," he spreads his arms and herds us towards the entrance marked as "Staff only".
"See you later, girls" – we hear the delighted rapist's voice just before the door closes behind.
"C'mon, c'mon, young ladies, I'm not going to waste the whole day babysitting you, Follow me." – Señor Seco rushes us forward down the corridor.
I glance at Miranda. Her previous cheerfulness is completely gone, and she looks almost as pale as me. It seems the girl has finally realized that nothing about this job is going to be easy. Still, she manages to force a smile and nudges my side whispering, "don't worry, bestie, we'll be fine." I don't know if she believes her words. Probably not, but I nod and try to give my friend a reassuring look.
Our guide leads us to the staff quarters through a few corridors and a stair.
"Alright, señioritas, there are three rooms for you, 2 girls per room. Decide among yourself who goes there, I don't have time for such trivialities," – he speaks impatiently, constantly tapping his foot on the floor. I take this opportunity to examine the man closer. Despite being short, he holds himself straight and with confidence. Señor Seco's facial expression is a strict scowl, with a tiny mustache above his upper lip and dark beady eyes. Something tells me he's not someone you'd want to argue with.
"You might rest for the rest of the day, but tomorrow morning your shift will start at 8:00 am sharp. Be prepared and look presentable. Understood?" – All the girls just silently nod, our mouths dry and too heavy to speak. "Very well, your specific assignments will be given to you later." The manager turns on his heels and takes a step forward, but then stops abruptly and adds glancing over his shoulder, "and one more thing. In this area the guests are not allowed, but if one of you ventures outside of it, she will a subject to the free use policy." Señor Seco delivers these harsh words without even batting an eye. How can he be so emotionless speaking about rape?! The guy is a fucking monster.
***
Ugh, what a terrible night. I was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep at all. And when I finally did, the dreams were not much better. Lots of vague images, loud screams and men's laughter. After hours of torment, I woke up tired, drained and drenched in sweat even with the aircon blowing heavily. Miranda moans angrily when the alarm clock starts blaring and swats at it without opening her eyes, knocking the thing off the bedside table.
Naturally we chose to stay in the same room yesterday. I refused to go out for the rest of the day terrified of what's awaiting me outside the door. Yes, the staff area is supposed to be off limits to guests, but I wasn't going to take any chances. Thankfully Miranda brought me some food from the cafeteria. Once again, I thanked the heavens that she is here with me. I don't know how I could deal with this madness without her.
Several packages are lying by the door with our names scribbled on them. Miranda eagerly opens the first one and spreads its content on the bed. "Hey, bestie, this reminds me of those cartoons that you like so much," she chuckles, examining a skimpy uniform we're supposed to wear for work.
"Anime, you mean?" I look over Mia's shoulder and gulp nervously. I know it was to be expected, but still, these outfits look absolutely slutty. Ugh, I hate this. The costume is composed of several pieces. There is a short sleeved white blouse with the resort's silly logo printed on the chest. Then a pleated navy-blue skirt, knee-high socks and a red bowtie. "Yeah, it looks like the Japanese schoolgirl's uniform... The skirt shouldn't be this short, though, that's embarrassing."
"Ah, whatever," Mia waves her hand in indifference and tears open another package. It contains several sets of underwear of various colors. "Woah, check this out, this shit is like from "Victoria's secret" or something. Must be so expensive and so-o sexy!" She picks up the red cheeky panties and holds them in the air. There is a bow on the front of them and a cute little rose on the hip. I shake my head. The last thing my friend needs in this place is to look even sexier than she already is.
But before I can say something Mia disappears into the bathroom with her new clothes. I sigh, surprised once again by my friend's ability to ignore all the terrible things and focus on the fun part. It seems like she completely forgot what we witnessed yesterday at the reception. Maybe Mia is just pretending and suppressing all this negative stuff. God knows how. I can't do that, I can't stop thinking about poor Yara's face. About her tearful eyes and trembling lips and the wide grin of that bastard violating the girl in public.
Well, enough of that for now. I open my own parcels and with dismay discover the same slutty uniform. Well, duh. Did I really expect them to make an exception for me, or what? Although, wait. My underwear is actually different from Miranda's. Hers are all sexy and fancy, while mine... hm... how should I describe it? Girly? Cutesy? All white or light pink, cotton panties and bras, no lace, no bows, no sexy cutouts. Kind of childish really. Some of the sets even have these silly little frills on the edges. Did they actually choose different styles for each girl based on our body type or looks or something? I shudder imagining some old perv examining my photo and selecting the appropriate underwear for me to wear. I wonder if señor Seco does it himself... Double eugh!!!
Soon Mia jumps out of the bathroom looking absolutely fabulous in her new outfit. She turns to the mirror and spins around. The skirt flares up a bit, showing off the edge of those red panties she picked earlier. "Well, am I gorgeous or what?" my friend giggles with excitement and strikes a sexy pose.
"You look great, Mia. As always, but, um..." I bite my lower lip trying to find the right words, "never mind, I'll go change too."
I quickly slip into the bathroom and take a deep breath before undressing. As always, the reflection in the mirror shows a skinny, plain girl that I am. There is small patch of trimmed hair above my pussy. I don't like to shave it completely. While naked pubic hair makes me seem at least a little bit like an adult woman and not a complete child. A set of underwear that I grabbed at random, turns out to be white cotton panties and a matching bra with cute little hearts printed all over. Then goes the uniform. I hate this. Just hate it. The thing is so slutty and revealing. The skirt barely hides my ass, and there is no way to cover up my legs. I mean, they are not disgusting or anything, but just kind'a thin.
I slowly step out of the bathroom with my arms crossed in front of my chest. My cheeks are burning red with embarrassment. Mia looks at me and chuckles, "Ah, you look adorable, Al. Completely adorable."
I scowl at her remark, "I guess, we should go now, it's almost 8. I don't want to anger that man, the manager. We have enough troubles as it is."
Mia nods and grabs the last package with our shoes. High heels! Ugh, of course it's high heels. I never learned how to walk in them properly, always look like a new-born fawn. Well, guess I will have a lot of practice during this month. I glance at Mia and shake my head again. The girl doesn't seem to struggle at all, she is prancing on those heels like she's done that her entire life. My friend walks out moving gracefully, her hips swaying slightly, like she's dancing or something.
With a sigh and a frown, I follow, desperately trying not to trip. I can only imagine how clumsy I must look right now. I even manage to chuckle at that though, but then remember what's ahead of me today and that fear washes away any amusement in an instant. Soon señor Seco will give us our first assignments and we will be on our own... surrounded by dozens of horny men who can molest us anytime they want. Shit! I gulp loudly, as my stomach fills with anxious butterflies.