CHAPTER ELEVEN: Cassandra
It goes without saying that our suite was amazing. It was large and airy, and continued the Japanese décor with beautiful rugs and colorful artwork, an oversized king-sized bed, teakwood floors, bamboo walls, and a bathroom door that was a slider made of thick opaque rice paper. There was a small balcony that looked out over the front of the resort. In the orange dim of the California afternoon the view was nothing short of breathtaking.
After I took a shower and got ready for the dinner, Lulu took over the bathroom and steamed the place up. I finished my makeup, then stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. I leaned on the railing and took deep breaths of the clean mountain air that Lulu promised would cleanse my soul. I closed my eyes and the face of Devin McMasters quickly appeared.
“I know you from somewhere,” I said quietly, searching my mind but again, coming up blank. My brain had not yet connected the dots, but my pussy was hard at work, tingling with anticipation, moistening at the hope that Devin’s strong fingers might soon be caressing my body, driving out all those nasty negative feelings and making me cum like a nympho at a Viagra convention.
I slid my hand down the waistband of my khaki shorts and found my clit swollen and sensitive to the touch. I slid my finger between my pussy lips to oil it up, then began rubbing slow circles on my clit that got faster when I heard the shower turn off. I fell against the railing and came hard, squeezing my thighs together, trapping my fingers between my legs as my juices flowed over them, biting down hard on my lip so I wouldn’t moan.
By the time Lulu called out that it was time to go, I had washed my hands, changed my panties, and was raring to go.
* * *
The orientation dinner was held in the resort’s grand dining room, which was large enough to accommodate a dozen four-top tables and a podium at the end of the room. Waiters in angelic white saw to our very need. Dinner was delicious: a generous salad, mushroom risotto, the choice of filet mignon, salmon, or baked chicken; an assortment of veggies, tea or water to drink. Lulu informed me that Paradiso did not serve alcohol, which explained why she had a bottle of vodka and a fifth of scotch hidden in her luggage upstairs.
We sat at a table with two other women who were also virgins to Paradiso. A frumpy accountant from Des Moines named Lillian and a soccer mom from Palo Alto named Jan. They listened spellbound as Lulu explained her experience with getting her cooch rubbed by the Master. By the time dinner was over, there was not a dry seat at the table, including my own.
“Good evening, ladies,” a voice from the podium called. I looked up to see Ben Chin standing at the mic, dress all in white, of course, a welcoming smile on his round face. “I hope you enjoyed your dinner. My name is Ben Chin. I am the director here at Paradiso and I wanted to take just a moment to welcome you to paradise!” I huffed a smile. He reminded me of an Asian version of Mr. Rourke form the old Fantasy Island TV show.
“Where is the Yoni Master?” Lillian asked excitedly, craning her neck to search for Devin as she slapped her palms together.
I was looking, too. I spotted him standing off to the side with his hands behind his back, again, as if he had to protect them from the crowd. It occurred to me that I hadn’t even seen his hands… those magic, healing hands… I wondered if he wore white gloves to protect them. If I had magic hands I surely would. I’d wear oven mitts! I would imagine that a hangnail could be devastating. It took me a second to realize that he was staring back at me. He smiled just briefly and I nearly creamed my panties.
“I’d like to introduce to you the man who makes all this possible,” Ben said, extending a hand in Devin’s direction. “Please welcome… Yoni Master and the founder of Paradiso… Devin McMasters!”
The room erupted in screams and applause as Devin stepped up to the mic. You would have thought Justin Bieber or Elvis himself had just entered the room. Devin let them clap for a minute, then patted the air with his palms to get everyone to take a seat. It was the first time I’d seen his hands. His hands were large, the fingers long and slim. They looked like normal hands, but then again, what would magical hands look like?
“Please, sit,” Devin said, smiling broadly as his eyes went around the room. He looked directly at me again, eyes lingering, as if he were sending me a silent message no one else could hear. When he looked away, Lulu dug her elbow into my ribs.
“I think you’re The One,” she whispered excitedly. “Oh my god… I think you’re The One!”
“The one what?” I asked, swatting her away.
She wiggled her eyebrows at me. “You’ll see.”
Devin stood at the microphone with his hands tucked safely behind his back again. “First of all, let me welcome you to Paradiso,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, like warm butter melting on my nipples—I mean… well… never mind. “You are in for the experience of a lifetime. We are here to serve you. No request is too large or small.” He wiggled his eyebrows and the room giggled as one.
“Gosh, he’s just… dreamy…” Jan said with a schoolgirl sigh. I looked at Lulu and rolled my eyes.
“In your suite or villa, you will find the list of everything Paradiso has to offer in the way of recreation, dining, relaxation, massage, body wraps, facials, and of course, Yoni Massage.”
A wave of giggles washed across the room as if his words had sent a tingle throughout our collective vaginas. I glanced over at Lulu. She was squirming in her chair, as was I. Just the sound of those words coming from that beautiful mouth was making it hard for every woman in the room to breathe.
“As you know, Yoni is a very deeply, very spiritual, very emotional experience. It is not for everyone and performed for any purpose other than healing and rejuvenation would be blasphemous to the art of Yoni.”
“That means if you’re here just to get your pussy rubbed, ladies, you’re in the wrong place,” Lulu said, leaning in and sneering at the two women sitting with us. They gave her a look of horror, then turned their attention back to Devin. He paused to let his eyes drift around the room, as if he could spot those who were unworthy of his touch.
“So, please remember that Yoni performed by me is done so selectively, and offered only to those few who can benefit the most from the experience.” He paused and gestured to a group of men who had lined up behind him as he spoke. All dressed alike, of course. All good looking. All hot as hell. Devin smiled salaciously at the audience. “Of course, that’s not to say you can’t experience a similar outcome at the hands of my well-trained massage assistants.”
More giggles and a few whistles. I grinned because it was almost comical, like being at a formal dinner and having a Chippendales strip show break out. I almost expected his “well-trained massage assistants” to tear off their clothes and start shaking their asses and cocks around the room. He didn’t have to come out and say it. His meaning was clear. If you want to cum and squirt, ladies, my trained staff of finger fuckers and rug munchers are here to serve.
I had not noticed it before, but everyone who worked at Paradiso seemed to be male. The parking attendees, the concierge, the bellman, the waiters… I leaned over to Lulu.
“Are there any women working here?”
“Fuck no,” she said without taking her eyes off a nearby waiter who was smiling back at her. “All men, all ready to serve. Ain’t it great?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking back toward Devin. “Just great.”
He was staring at me.
Smiling.
Licking his lips.
A flash of memory came and went, leaving behind a warm pool of desire.
* * *
Devin finished his little speech and the waiters served dessert. I picked at the fudge brownie slathered in chocolate syrup over vanilla ice cream and scanned the crowd for Devin every couple of minutes. He had disappeared immediately after his welcome. I wondered if that meant he was gone for the night.
“Miss Casey?” I looked up to find Ben Chin standing beside my chair with a formal smile on his face. He held out his hand. “Would you come with me please?”
I started to say something, but a quick glance from Lulu told me to just shut up and go. I took his hand and let him lead me across the dining room as every head turned to watch us go. As we went out the door I heard a woman say, “She’s The One… lucky bitch…”
“What’s this about?” I asked as Ben led me down a long hallway, then another. He just smiled and kept moving. We came to a glass door that looked out onto a rear stone patio. On the other side of the patio were the half dozen lighted wooden stairways that led up the side of the mountain to the villas.
“Here you are, Miss Casey,” Ben said as he led me across the patio to the stairway that led to the highest villa. I could just see the twinkling lights through the evening mist fifty feet or so up. “Please be careful as you go up the stairs. The bamboo can be slippery.”
“Wait, I don’t understand,” I said as he started walking away.
He turned back and gave me a smile. “Congratulations, Miss Casey. You are The One.”
* * *
I didn’t find out until later what that meant.
I was The One.
But by the time the sun rose over the mountains the next morning, I would be both grateful and regretful that this honor had been bestowed upon me.