“Do you fancy coming on a trip with me?”

Sinead glanced up at her friend Izzy. They were supposed to be restocking the towels in the changing rooms but Izzy was more interested in gossiping.

“Where to?”

“Only to a Billionaire’s private island,” Izzy giggled.

“What are you talking about?”

Izzy flicked her dyed blonde hair back and sat on the laundry room worktop.

“Well, you know I was working on reception last week?”

Sinead nodded. They both had summer jobs working at the Country Resort Golf Club and Health Spa but Sinead had been away last week for her Uncle’s funeral.

“This English woman came in,” Izzy continued. “She was very posh-sounding. Anyway, she was looking for a towel and when I told her there were piles of them in the changing rooms, she started asking me about how long I’d worked here and if I liked it. She was well nosey.”

Sinead continued folding towels whilst half-listening to Izzy. She could tell this story would take a while.

“Anyway, she asked if I was a model!”

Sinead looked up at this. “And what did you say?”

“I asked her if she was serious. I mean, look at me.”

Izzy was cute, but dressed in the resort uniform of pale blue polo shirt and black skirt and with no makeup on, she didn’t look any different than any other seventeen-year-old girl. Izzy reached up and playfully squeezed her boobs.

“I mean, these 32As ain't exactly gonna set the world on fire, but she just smiled and said she thought I had potential. Then she headed off.”

“And that’s it?”

“No, the next day, just as I’m finishing my shift, Jose comes up and tells me there’s a lady out on the veranda asking to speak to me. I go out and it’s the same woman. She’s sitting there drinking a cocktail. She introduced herself as Geraldine and asked me to sit down. I was nervous as we aren’t supposed to sit with the guests but she assured me it was ok. She asked me if I was enjoying my job. I had a sudden panic that she was the owner or something and was checking up on me. I told her I loved working here. She must have sensed I was nervous. She told me it was ok and I wasn’t in trouble. She just wanted to know if I was happy and getting paid enough.

“Well, I told her that I could always do with more money. She asked if I was going to university but when I told her I was only seventeen and had another year at school, she just nodded and smiled.

“Then she asked if I wouldn’t mind getting her a glass of water. I jumped up and went to the bar and brought it out to her. She thanked me and handed me a fifty as a tip. I tried to protest but she just waved me away. She told me to enjoy my evening off, then she got up and walked off without even bothering to drink the water.”

Sinead stared open-mouthed. “You got a fifty tip and didn’t even tell me?”

Sinead couldn’t believe it. Izzy didn’t even need the money. She just did this job to keep her mother happy. With a sick mum who couldn’t work and two little brothers, Sinead needed the money much more than Izzy.

Izzy grinned. “That’s not all.”

“Go on then.”

Sinead had given up all pretence of working by now and was standing, holding a half-folded towel, hanging onto every word of Izzy’s story.

“So,” Izzy continued. “Next day, I’m restocking the changing rooms with towels when who appears but Geraldine, looking all flustered. I ask her what’s the matter and she grabs me by the hand and pulls me into a corner of the room and asks me if I’ve ever given anyone a massage. Well, I tell her I’ve had one or two done to me but the only ones I’ve given have really only been messing around. She tells me that the masseur she’s booked for her boss has cancelled and if he doesn’t get his massage in the next couple of minutes, she’ll lose her job and could Izzy please, please please give him a massage.”

Sinead stared. “A massage?” she finally managed to ask. “You. You gave some guy a massage?”

Izzy nodded. “Mmhmm. Geraldine told me he likes to have his feet massaged. So I did. She came in with me and told me what to do.”

Sinead shook her head in bewilderment.

“So that was it. You gave him a massage?”

“Yep, and got a massive tip afterwards.”

Sinead felt sick but had to ask. “How much?”

“Five hundred.”

Sinead wanted to cry. If only she’d been on reception, maybe she’d have been the one asked to give the massage.

“So anyway, that’s what the trip is about. Geraldine told me he loved the massage and she wants me to fly out to his private island for the weekend. Geraldine says he’s flying out a load of guests and she’s gathering a few girls who could work as maids and give massages and stuff. She asked if I’d any friends who might like to come. I showed her your picture. She said she’d like to meet you.”

“What picture?”

“The one from that day at the dance studio.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Izzy. I look about twelve in that. You can see my braces and everything.”

Izzy shrugged. “Well, she said she wanted to meet you anyway.”

The meeting with Geraldine had gone very well. They’d met in a cafe in town. Gerladine had explained she didn’t want Sinead to get in trouble for talking to the guests at work. Geraldine was different than Sinead had expected. The way Izzy had described her, she imagined some fussy old woman with grey hair. Instead, Geraldine was tall and striking-looking with a jet black bob and sleek manicured fingers. She watched now as Geraldine slowly tore the croissant into pieces before popping a piece in her mouth. Once she’d swallowed and taken a sip of her tea, she’d outlined what she wanted. She’d explained that her boss, Godfrey, liked to have lots of pretty girls on his private island when he had parties for his guests staying. He liked girls from all over the world, and Sinead was perfect with her natural long red hair and pale freckled face. You’d be like a maid, fetching things for them, giving them what they need.

“Like massages?” Sinead had enquired. Geraldine nodded and looked thoughtful.

“Izzy told you then?” Sinead nodded.

“What did you think?”

“I think five hundred is a hell of a tip for a massage, but it sounds like your boss can afford it.”

“Look, Sinead, if you give a wealthy man a massage, a whole world of opportunity opens up for you.” She locked eyes with Sinead. “If the guy likes you, if you make him happy, then, you know, it will work out for you.”

Sinead swallowed then whispered, “I understand.”

“Will your parents mind you going away for the weekend?”

Sinead shook her head.

“No. My mum hasn’t cared where I am for the past few years. My brothers are with my Dad for the next two weeks so there’s no problem with me going away. I’ll just say I’m hanging out with Izzy.”

“Which you are.” Geraldine smiled at her with a tilt of the head.

And now here she was, sipping champagne on a private jet as it flew over the Atlantic. She wasn’t sure what to expect when she arrived at the airfield. It wasn’t much to look at, just a portacabin and a windsock hanging aimlessly in the summer heat. But Geraldine was there and Sinead and Izzy joined the group of teenage girls already waiting. Sinead scanned the room. There were sixteen of them. French and Spanish, as well as other languages, mixed together as the girls chatted nervously. It looked more like a school trip than whatever it was they were going on.

Sinead must have nodded off during the flight because she was jolted awake as the plane touched down. She glanced out the window at the blue sky and palm trees along the edge of the runway. Izzy nudged her in the ribs. “There’s a helicopter waiting for us.”

Geraldine had explained that the plane couldn’t land on the island but they would land on a larger island and transfer by helicopter to Godfrey’s island which was only a few minutes away.

They walked across the tarmac pulling their little suitcases on wheels. It was hot in the Caribbean. Sinead was glad of her sunglasses. The heat haze shimmered as Geraldine led them to a small shed with a Passport Control sign on the roof. She’d already collected all the girls' passports and, in a few seconds, was back out of the hut.

“OK, the chopper can only take ten at a time so you girls wait here.” She drew an imaginary line with her hand and motioned the girls on one side to wait. “The rest of you, follow me.”

They climbed aboard. Sinead strapped herself in and gripped Izzy’s hand as the helicopter lifted off. She’d never been in a helicopter before and was willing it to be over as soon as possible. She watched the ground disappear and then they were over the vibrant turquoise sea, heading to a small clump of rock with a beach of golden sand and a large building whose grounds took up most of the island.

The flight only took ten minutes but Sinead was glad when they landed and they all clambered out. Geraldine led them along a path towards what looked like a hotel with swimming pools and tennis courts and all sorts surrounding it. As they walked past the pool, Sinead noticed quite a few girls in bikinis splashing in the water or lounging on beds by the pool. Waiters in crisp white shirts and black shorts carried trays of drinks. There were a couple of older-looking men lying on sun loungers too, each with a couple of girls sitting beside them.

“It’s quiet now,” Geraldine called as they entered the air-conditioned building, “but this place will be absolutely buzzing later. Guests start to arrive later this afternoon, so you have a few hours to relax and get acquainted with the place.”

She led them up two flights of stairs to the staff quarters where Sinead was glad to see that she was sharing a room with Izzy.

“Bikinis for day time wear and dresses and heels in the evening, girls. That’s the dress code here. I’ll see you all by the pool in twenty minutes.”

Once Geraldine had gone, Sinead and Izzy unpacked.

“What do you think?” Sinead asked.

Izzy shrugged. "There’s a lot of girls here. I’m not sure how much work we’ll have to do.” She grinned. “Bikini time.”

Sinead tugged at the material that barely covered her boobs one more time as she looked at her reflection. Bikinis weren’t her thing. She preferred tee shirts and shorts but Geraldine had been insistent. She’d even taken Sinead and Izzy shopping and chosen and paid for their wardrobes.

Sinead carefully massaged the factor fifty sunscreen into her pale skin. Not for the first time she cursed her celtic heritage. She was more pale blue than white, and together with her ginger hair and green eyes, wouldn’t be mistaken for anything other than Irish.

They lay on the sun loungers to dry off after playing a rather chaotic game of water polo. Not all the girls could speak English and there had been lots of gesturing and shouting interspersed with laughter. The men just watched and applauded, whatever happened. When one of the girls' bikini top came undone and she flashed her boobs, everyone cheered.

She heard the helicopter approach and watched as it settled on the helipad. Several staff lined up to welcome the sole passenger as he exited the chopper. He was tall and tanned and gave a huge grin as he walked past the pool. He locked eyes with Sinead and kept eye contact for long enough for Sinead to feel uncomfortable before he turned and spoke to Geraldine. She glanced briefly in Sinead’s direction then carried on walking.

Sinead wondered if that was Godfrey arriving. The way Geraldine was behaving, it might well have been. She glanced around. “Look at this place,” she thought. “Who has their own tropical island?” She thought it was like something out of James Bond and Godfrey was the super villain.

“And maybe we’re like Bond girls,” She told Izzy when she expressed her doubts about the owners of tropical islands.

Izzy laughed.

“Maybe. He’d have his pick of girls anyway. Blondes, brunettes, even gingers.”

“And all nationalities, too. I even met a couple of Japanese girls and a Filipino earlier when I was in the hot tub.”

Sinead watched a man walk up to the girl whose bikini top had fallen off earlier. They were on the other side of the pool. The girl giggled, putting her hand over her mouth and acting very demurely. She looked Asian, Vietnamese possibly. The man continued to talk, reaching out and brushing his fingers along her arm. She was just about to say to Izzy that it looked like he was chatting her up when the man took her hand and the two of them walked away towards one of the little huts dotted around the vast expanse of garden.

Before she had a chance to speculate with Izzy about what they’d observed, a shadow crossed over them. Sinead looked up to see Geraldine looming over them.

“Sinead, can I have a word?”

“Of course.” Sinead quickly got to her feet and followed Geraldine as she strode towards the main entrance.

“I take it you saw Mr Godfrey arrive earlier?”

Sinead nodded. “I guessed that was him.”

“He likes to welcome the new girls personally. He sees it as treating you as family rather than staff. However, he also likes to see how you work, so he knows his guests will not be disappointed in any aspect of their time here.”

Sinead nodded again to show she understood, even though she wasn’t exactly sure what Geraldine meant.

Geraldine stopped outside one of many white wood-panelled doors. Opera music could be heard in the background.

“Godfrey would like you to give him a massage. Now, remember what I told you.”

Sinead smiled and nodded. She would do her best. She would make Mr Godfrey happy and then, who knows where it could lead.

Geraldine opened the door for her and Sinead slowly entered the room. Geraldine closed it behind her. Sinead walked slowly towards the massage table set up in the middle of the bedroom. Godfrey was already lying face down. A little white hand towel covered his ass. He turned his head as he heard her approach and smiled.

“Hello, Sinead.”

Sinead swallowed. “Hello, Mr Godfrey, sir.”

“Please, call me God,” he said laughingly. “Massage oils are on the shelf behind you.”

Sinead turned to reach for the bottle and carefully poured some into her hands. She noticed two envelopes slotted in between the massage bottles. She rubbed her hands together to warm the liquid as she turned and carefully ran her hands over his shoulders.

“Mmmm,” he sighed. “That feels so good.”

Godfrey had turned his face to the side so he could watch Sinead as she leant over to massage his shoulders. She realised he was staring right at the tiny triangle of fabric covering her pussy and flushed bright red. His eyes flicked up and he smiled again when she made eye contact with him.

“You’re very good. Have you done this before?”

“I practiced with my friend a few times. I wanted to get it right.”

“You’re doing a great job,” he murmured. She saw his eyes move over her. She blushed as she felt him looking at the tiny bikini that barely covered her boobs. It was cool in the room and she could feel her nipples harden and poke through the pale green material. As she leaned over his body to massage the base of his spine, his arm slid off the table and brushed her knee and calf.

She froze. His fingers gently caressed the back of her knee. She swallowed, then continued to run her fingers around the small of his back.

“You’ve very soft skin, Sinead.”

“I thought I was the one doing the massaging.”

He grinned. “You are, and a very good job you’re doing too.”

Whilst she worked her way down his body, his fingers continued to rub and caress her leg, stroking the back of her knee until she stepped away and moved down to his feet. She rubbed the oil into his arches and wriggled his toes as she rubbed them. She slowly worked her way back up his legs, alternating between left and right leg as she did feet and calves. He hadn’t said a word the whole time since he’d touched her leg. She kneaded his right thigh, her fingertips brushing the crease of his ass each time they slipped under the towel. As she reached over to work on the left thigh, his fingers brushed her inner thigh. His touch was featherlight, almost as if he was drawing patterns on her flesh.

“You’re very beautiful, Sinead.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He pushed himself up and rolled over onto his back. The towel may have covered his crotch but it didn’t hide the erection which poked upwards, turning the towel into a tent. His hand returned to her thigh, gripping it now.

He stared up at her. His eyes were bright blue and she felt she could see into his soul. Could see what he wanted. She realised then, just how rich and powerful this man was. His thumb brushed her inner thigh, stroking the edge of the bikini bottoms.

“Keep massaging my thighs, please, Sinead.”

She nodded, transfixed and ran her fingers along his thigh, squeezing the muscles as she moved her fingers higher and higher. Geraldine’s words came back to her.

“If you give a wealthy man a massage, a whole world of opportunity opens up for you. If the guy likes you, then, you know, it will work out for you.”

She slid her fingers under the towel and gently stroked his balls. His eyes closed and he lay his head back on the table.

“Good girl,” he sighed.

As she squeezed and stroked and fondled his balls, he ran his thumb up and down her slit through the bikini bottoms. He pulled the towel off and let it fall to the floor. His cock bobbed, fully erect.

She ignored the voice in her head telling her to stop. To stop and run. Instead, thoughts that this was the richest man she had ever met filled her head. She reasoned with herself that if she gave him the best massage… scrub that, the best handjob he’d ever had, maybe he’d be pleased and reward her. After all, they’d given Izzy five hundred just for the massage. And then, as she squeezed the base of his cock, causing him to sigh more loudly, the thought that maybe Izzy hadn’t told her everything she’d done entered her head.

She ran her oiled fingers up and down his rock hard cock. She felt it pulsing beneath her fingertips as she slowly wanked him. The purple head glistened with a mix of oil and pre-cum that oozed from his slit every time she pulled his foreskin back.

Sinead trembled as his fingers tugged at the knot holding her bikini bottoms in place. He had his eyes open now and watched her reaction as her bottoms fell to the floor. Geraldine had insisted she shave everywhere and now his fingers brushed over her smooth, hairless mound.

She used one hand to cup and squeeze his balls while she brushed the thumb of her other hand over the ridge of skin underneath the head. He responded by pushing a finger inside her.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned. Sinead whimpered, part in pain, part in embarrassment.

“Did your friend tell you what she did when she massaged me, Sinead?”

She shook her head. His thumb kept brushing her clit and she was finding it difficult to concentrate.

“Did you think five hundred was a generous tip for a massage?”

She swallowed. Her heart was pounding.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice almost a croak.

“She gave me a blowjob, Sinead.”

Sinead blushed.

“She wrapped her pretty lips around my cock and sucked me off then swallowed every drop. There is something about a girl in braces licking my cum off her lips that just turns me to jelly. She was such a good girl.”

He paused.

“Geraldine says you’re a good girl too.”

She stood, her right hand still slowly wanking his big hard cock as she listened to his smooth deep voice.

“Are you a good girl?”

She slowly nodded. She didn’t know what else she could say.

“There are two envelopes on the side there. One is for good girls and one is for very good girls.”

Sinead might have been only seventeen but she wasn’t that naive.

“Five hundred for good girls.” She faltered. “And for very good girls?”

His eyes twinkled and his lips parted in a lecherous grin. She could feel his cock pulse beneath her fingers as she waited for him to answer.

“Two thousand, Sinead. Now, tell me. Do you want to be a good girl or very good girl?”

His thumb brushed her clit once more as his finger curled inside her. She wasn’t a virgin. She doubted there was anyone in her class who was, but there was something different between a drunken fuck on the waste ground behind the housing estate and this. But two thousand. Her eyes closed as she thought of the money. Was it the thought of the money that was making her wet?

He pulled her closer, using the finger inside her like a hook. She was hooked.

“I want to be your very good girl,” she whispered.

She left his room half an hour later with the envelope tightly grasped in her hand. Geraldine was waiting for her. She smiled as she watched Sinead approach.

“I told you if you please a wealthy man, a world of opportunity opens up.”

“You did,” Sinead nodded.

“There’s plenty more wealthy men out there by the pool. I can keep the envelope safe with your passport if you like.”

Sinead nodded again. “That’s a good idea, Miss.”

“Good girl,” Geraldine whispered.

“No," Sinead retorted, playing with her hair and smiling flirtatiously. “I’m a very good girl.”