But of course she still might change her mind at any time. The Resort had anticipated this risk. Now Tonya did produce detailed written contracts, in which the four winners promised to do everything that Tonya had explained, and to continue despite whatever further details were revealed later so long as they didn’t fundamentally change the nature of what had been described so far. The contracts emphasized that The Resort would rely on their promises by releasing the other 15 entrants.
The four male escorts untied their arms, and the four women signed. This written agreement was probably not enforceable either, but it would seem like a real contract. And it was clearly an agreement, even if not a legally enforceable one. The four women and The Resort had exchanged formal promises, and in every culture, children are taught to keep their promises.
Tonya released the 15 losers, their arms still bound in front of them. The four winners called their partners and asked to be picked up in the lobby of the Hotel Polynesia. Then the escorts retied their arms behind their backs, loosely and without much stress. They untied the arms of the four tour guides, and retied them the same way as their charges. The day was about to begin in earnest.
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Everyone at The Resort used clear spray-on sun screen. Now the four winners got sprayed in all the new places that were about to be exposed to the sun for the first time. The male escorts would renew their sun screen from time to time throughout the day.
They went up to the main lobby one at a time, accompanied by a female tour guide and a male escort, but not by any of the other winners. They would not be given comfort in numbers. Amanda went first, emerging from the elevator bound (which was nothing unusual here), bearing chains (unusual, but certainly not unprecedented), topless (unprecedented for most of the guests who would see her), and nipple clamped (absolutely unprecedented). People in the lobby stopped what they were doing and where they were going; they stared and gawked.
Amanda walked out of the elevator lobby, through the crowd around the main desk, through the groups that had been on their way to the restaurant, and toward the front door to wait for her partner. Someone began to clap, and then others joined in; she got an ovation from many of the women in the lobby and nearly all of the men.
Amy was next, and when the elevator arrived in the basement, four guests and two employees were coming off. The four men on the elevator were fully dressed, the two male guests wearing sweats. The two women were in the bikini-and-sarong uniform of women on the island. Amy was completely naked, clamped, and chained. Her tall figure was amazing in the nude. Even with the heavy chain, her large breasts made little concession to the law of gravity.
Both sides jumped back in surprise at the other. Then one of the employees on the elevator said “Excuse us,” and the six of them walked past Amy, the guests headed to the exercise room and the employees to retrieve some equipment from a storage room. Most of them turned around for a good look at Amy’s bottom as she entered the elevator.
Amanda had been a sensation; Amy was sensation squared. Topless was a stunning surprise; nude much more so. The applause rang out again. A few people appeared to be offended, but only a very few. Some of the women complained aloud about unfair competition. They were showing off in bindings and skimpy outfits, but how could that compete with topless or nude?
Now a small crowd gathered around the elevator lobby, waiting to see what other heavenly apparition might emerge. First Lynn, and then Suzanne, the most reluctant of the four, emerged from the elevator and pushed through the crowd. Suzanne’s tour guide told her to hold her head high and look people in the eye. And she did, even though she was cringing with mortification on the inside and her nipples had already passed through pain and intense pain to a numb ache that was driving her mad despite the numbness.
They all got similar reactions, but Amy had gotten the biggest–partly because of her remarkable figure, and partly just because she was the first nude and thus the most surprising. The third naked woman is not as surprising as the first, and the fortieth might not be surprising at all, or even very arousing. One more reason for picking only a few winners each day.
The next crisis was the arrival of the four male partners. They hadn’t really known what to expect, but it wasn’t this. They expected to hear some kinky stories about what their wives and girlfriends were going to do or have done to them, and they had decided that they were OK with that. They were not OK with their wives and girlfriends parading around naked before the world.
Then it got worse, from the partners’ perspective, and more remarkable from the crowd’s. The explanations in the basement, the argument with Suzanne, the signing of the contracts, and the one-at-a-time trip upstairs and across the lobby had all taken time. It was already time to remove the nipple clamps. Amanda’s clamps went into a small bag carried by her male escort.
For the other three, the male escorts knelt before them and carefully attached the clamps to their pussy lips. This of course required an escort to insert two fingers just inside each pussy, first on one side and then on the other, in order to pull each lip out to receive the clamp. Both partners and crowd were astonished.
The escorts were as proper as could be about it, given what they had to do. The whispered a warning and explanation to each woman. Their fingers did not reach a millimeter deeper, or remain an instant longer, than was necessary to accomplish the task. They might have probed longer and more deeply to increase the women’s experience, but they did not want to be accused of exploiting the situation for their own pleasure or excitement.
The u-shaped length of heavy chain now hanging down between the women’s legs forced them to stand with legs apart. Spreading their legs pulled the pussy lips apart and partially opened up the pussies. More of each pussy was now on display if one focused attention there. And of course, many of the men in the crowd did exactly that.
The crowd began to disperse as people overcame their initial surprise and reminded themselves that they shouldn’t stare. But a steady flow of new people came into the hotel from outside, or emerged from the elevator lobby and headed for the front door. Many stopped to stare; some tried to prove their sophistication by nonchalantly walking on, looking obliquely out of the corner of their eye.
Once the clamps had been moved, the objects of all this attention separated into four conversational groups–each with the naked or topless woman, her partner, her tour guide, and her male escort. Three of them in each group worked together to calm down the woman’s partner. Even Suzanne was now committed to following through on what she had so recently agreed to–agreed to with much more information than when she had first checked the box.