Erika walked over to the chair and spread out her towel, the set her ledger down on the table beside it before spreading out and putting herself on display.
She put her hands behind her head and sucked in her stomach, pushed out her tits and spread her legs. It wasn’t long before a few men walked by, gawking at her, but none of them engaging her. Which was a relief to her, in a way.
The control chip wouldn’t actually let her feel relief for not being used, if she did it would correct the situation with a jolt of hormones that would have her flying as high as a kite and smiling like an idiot.
It was an insidious thing, not directly controlling her actions, but making it feel too good to do anything but obey the commands she was given.
She’d come to the sister resort three months ago for a quick getaway in the sun, she’d thought the deal was too good to be true, and it turned out it was, but she didn’t know that at the time. The first few days were just like any other resort, she’d partied and relaxed, and tanned, and had fun.
Then she’d woken up in a recovery room one morning and had what they’d done to her explained in detail. The rest of the vacation had been training her how to be a docile, obedient, member of the company.
By the time she left, she knew better than to disobey. The control chip was always there, correcting any mistakes with fear and dread, rewarding correct behaviours with delirious joy. She spent the next two months focused on severing ties with her friends and family, and getting ready to move to the island on a permanent basis.
The control chip rewarding her each time she accomplished one of the tasks that the company had given her; quitting her job, breaking up with her boyfriend, pissing off her family, closing down her social media accounts, distancing herself from her friends, canceling the lease on her apartment, selling virtually everything she owned, spending more time at the gym, etc.
She watched a buxom blonde walk in front of her and take the chair beside her and she signed a little. Both because she knew the blonde would draw more attention from the men, and because her own tits could use the kind of enhancement that the blonde had.
She felt the control chip push a little joy into her system and she smiled, recognizing that she’d never really thought of her tits as small, but knowing the control chip was directing her in exactly that way. Each time she saw or thought of big fake tits like the blonde had the chip would send a shot of joy into her, linking that thought to happiness for her.
Finally a man walked up and picked up her ledger, flipped it open and wrote in it, then set it back down on the table beside her before walking away.
When he was out of sight, and no one else was approaching her, she picked up her ledge and opened it.
“8pm, room 376, 3 hours, party dress, bring lots of lube.”
A shiver ran through her as she closed the ledger and set it back down on the table.
8pm was a long way off, surely she could get another guest to book her before then. A little shiver of joy ran through her as the control chip showed her that she was thinking exactly as she should.
