Vacation Park Out of Season Ch. 03

Agnieszka immediately caught my attention. She's a tiny Polish woman with short, chestnut brown hair, skinny, no tits to speak of and a bad smoking habit. All of which are negatives for me except for the hair.

Smoking is something I utterly detest. I find fucking small women is generally uncomfortable: injuring my cock on their pubic bones and having their faces buried in my chest takes away most of the fun. I also prefer women with tits that are more than a handful rather than barely a mouthful.

She also speaks English with an awful, squeaky, southern American accent. Another red mark against her. What drew me to her was the unmistakable signs of a submissive alone and afloat. I prefer relationships with strong, opinionated women but the thought of having free use of a genuine submissive was strangely appealing.

The problem with a fantasy like mine is making it real without it coming back to bite you in the ass. How do you proposition tens of people in a way that they willingly prostitute themselves on your terms? There was very little chance of any of the them leaving, given their dire financial circumstances but done badly there was every possibility of trashing the social work side the park. Even though it had been nearly two years, there was also a realistic chance of the god botherers getting wind of my activities.

My experience of submissives is that they can be unpredictable, so at this stage my attraction to Agnieszka was more about the idea than the woman. I need to start with someone else. I settled on Ellie, a middle-aged Filipino widow.

Ellie is much more my type. She's shorter than me but only by about 10cm. Well proportioned with big tits and a round face with long, straight, black hair that she invariably wears in a ponytail. She's outgoing and regularly attends the various language and other classes which made it easier to "meet" her.

I knew she'd left the Philippines to work abroad because her family had massive debts for her late husband's hospital bills. Whenever I saw her, I got the impression of someone looking back at me, sizing me up. My plan was straightforward: get her attention and then engineer a situation where she could make the first move.

She always attends classes when her shifts allow and I like to be available and approachable but not too friendly. It's important for me to remember that I live in a different world and that any friendship is invariably going to be on my terms, no matter what I try to do.

I learnt that working in west Africa, a decade ago. I would invite my driver to breakfast every Friday. I thought I was being friendly and it took me months to realise I was emphasising the gulf between us; offering him a meal that cost more than his family could afford to spend on food for a week, left him with no way to reciprocate. Friendship doesn't need to be symmetrical but if it's purely one-sided then it's not a friendship.

Whether by accident or by design, Ellie had a week covering for one of the people who normally clean the park offices and this gave her the opportunity to solicit me with the words, "Let me know if there is anything I can do for you, personally." She stressed the word "personally" and said it when we had eye contact.

When she repeated the same offer the next day I decided it wouldn't get a better opportunity. The next stage in my plan was just as straightforward. I had the park manager draw up a letter promoting her to the position of shift quality supervisor on double her current salary. The new position was really only necessary during the summer but the promotion was to be immediate to give the company time to train her.

I explained to the management team that this was my way of increasing the support of we were giving to certain people whilst maintaining their dignity. That part felt disingenuous given what I had in mind for Agnieszka, for one. I also made it clear that it should be treated as a genuine promotion and that she was to be trained to check the quality of the cleaning and other aspects of a property to ensure it was up to the required standard.

Ellie's supervisor gave her the letter and explained her new role and the training that would be provided.

Ellie was going to be my girlfriend experience. Someone I would buy little presents for and that I could cuddle up with as well as have sex with. I had no idea how sexually experienced she was but I was going to enjoy exploring that with her.

***

The latest improvement to the park and the last of those that my uncle had planned before his death, was an indoor and outdoor swimming pool.

We Scandinavians love outdoor swimming to the point that it's almost as much of a stereotype as our love of saunas is. However, times change. The new generation of visitors expects more, especially those with young families; and the communal sauna and the small 1970s era lido-style outdoor pool were both in need of repair.

I'd left the new spa complex to last for purely financial reasons. Building the facilities I had in mind was going to cost tens of millions of krones and I needed a solid year's worth of data before making the investment. I'd already added a couple of outdoor gym areas in addition to the hundreds of thousands that have been invested in the various children's play areas around the park but this was going to be in an altogether different league.

Viewed from above, the architects' drawings shows an octagonal building 30m in diameter. This central building will enclose the main L-shaped pool; the pool will be 20m on its longest side and wide enough for 4 swim lanes. Adjoining the central building there will be three smaller octagonal buildings to the north, south and west. Each of these will be 20m in diameter and will contain the changing area and cafe to the north; a jacuzzi, sauna, steam room and cold plunge pool to the west; and to the south a family area complete with two pools and two water slides.

On the east side, the main pool will transition into a 15m long outside pool with dedicated swimmers being able to swim 35m lengths all year round. Next to it will be a new 20m square lido complete with an outdoor changing area that 'retains the character' of the huts from the existing outdoor pool. Further east, beyond the end of the indoor/outdoor pool, the plans include a smaller, octagonal building that will include another sauna, another steam room and an unheated plunge pool.

The complex is designed be a sustainable structure built of wood and glass with a 5m high, vaulted wooden ceiling over the main L-shaped pool, that lets in natural light and can be opened to help regulate the temperature. Heating and cooling will be provided using a mix of heat pumps and solar panels on the south facing roofs. To help insulate the building, the exterior walls will be formed using turf covered earth banks.

The new complex should provide permanent jobs and transferable skills for 15 additional members of staff ranging from lifeguards to the engineers and technicians required to ensure the safe operation of the pools. At peak times this will increase with additional lifeguards, cleaners and catering staff employed during the summer. Longer term, my plan is to add spa treatments assuming it makes financial sense.

***

I was a Thursday and I was having one of 'those' days. I'd planned to work at home but it was too quiet to concentrate, so I'd foolishly come to the office instead. I still couldn't concentrate. Every noise, every voice, everything had me wanting to scream at someone or throw something.

After a couple of hours, I became conscious of Agnieszka's squeaky voice drifting along the corridor from the break area. That was the final straw. I left my office and went down the hallway to get coffee and a cake. There she was. I poured myself a coffee and stood in front of her. "Do you know who I am?" I asked, somewhat pompously.

She looked dazed as if I'd woken her up, after a few moments she focused on me and said, "Yes."

There was nobody else about. I was in a mood and I thought, now is as good a time as any. "We both know what you need." I said, half expecting my voice to betray my uncertainty. I was a little surprised when it didn't. "You need a firm hand. Go to the WC, remove your underwear and bring it to me before you leave today." I turned and walked away back to my office with my coffee.

The adrenaline of that encounter helped cut through my mental fog and I managed to get an hour or so of productive thinking done. I was firmly in my creative groove when she walked in. I rarely close my door.

"Yes?" I asked without looking up.

"You told me to bring you these," she said sticking her hand out with what I assumed were her balled up panties.

I tapped my pencil on my desk to get her attention and then used it to indicate an empty space in front to her, "Put them there." Still I didn't look up.

She dropped them on the desk like they were on fire.

I looked up and in a stern voice, I asked her "Are you stupid?"

She looked at me, uncomfortable and uncertain. There was a long silence.

"I said bring me your underwear. It was a simple request."

She looked at me blankly, still uncertain what I wanted.

"Are you wearing a bra?" I enquired. It was a rhetorical question. I could see the outline of it against her dress.

She nodded, slowly realising where this was going.

"Go and take it off." I said. "Take those with you," I pointed to ball of fabric she'd dropped on my desk. "And bring them both back to me, folded."

She left and I looked back down at my desk and smiled. My cock began to stiffen. She'd done as I'd ordered, twice.

She returned five minutes later and put her folded bra and panties on the desk. They matched.

I looked into her eyes. "Go home. Don't waste my time again." I paused to see her reaction. "Starting tomorrow, whenever you come here, you will not to wear any underwear unless I tell you otherwise." My voice had a hard edge to it.

"Everyday you are here, you are to take a picture of yourself naked in the WC as proof." I paused before continuing, "When I am ready, I will come to your house and I expect to see a picture for each day." My cock was about to drill a hole through the table. "Go."

She left without looking back. I scraped her underwear into my laptop bag. I didn't want to be caught with it in the office. I sat there until my cock softened and I could feel the cold patch in my shorts where my cock had dribbled precum. I needed to go home.

***

I left it a couple of weeks before visiting Agnieszka. I wanted her to stew. I also needed time to decide what I was going to do with her. Being horny and in a mood had gotten me past my initial hesitancy but it took a few days and nights for me to convince myself I wanted her.

There was also the small logistical issue of getting a key to her stuga. I needed to be able to walk in at anytime without asking but I definitely didn't want the park management finding out. They would quite correctly have asked questions about what I needed the key for and once asked, those kinds of questions gnaw away at people. So I borrowed Ellie's work keys and had a copy made. I didn't mind Ellie knowing. I wanted her to know she wasn't the only woman; I suspected that I might be able to cultivate her as "talent spotter".

***

It was another typically cold, snowy evening when I let myself into Agnieszka's stuga for the first time. I'd stamped the snow from my boot outside on the porch and fumbled with the key, so my arrival wasn't a complete surprise to her.

The door to the living room was closed. After taking off my boots and hanging up my coat, I opened the door and found her sitting crosslegged on the floor of the living room, surrounded by pieces of paper. She didn't seem particularly surprised or concerned by me being there. Either she'd guessed it was me or she'd seen me through the window. It didn't matter which.

"Bring me your phone," I ordered. Walking across the room and sitting at the small dining table.

She slowly turned her head and stared at me with a puzzled look on her face. It was a look that I recognised. She didn't understand me. I walked over, knelt down, put my hand under her chin and gently tilted her head back so I could see her eyes. She was high on something. My guess about her hearing me had been wrong.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked, speaking slowly and pronouncing every syllable.

"Yes."

"Good. Give me your phone." Again, I pronounced each word clearly. I couldn't smell anything on her breath and given the restrictions on alcohol sales, I doubted she was drunk.

She thought about it for a minute and then picked up her phone from the floor in front of her.

"Unlock it, please."

It was like she was on time delay with a long pause before every response and every movement. I'm not good with Android phones and it took me a couple of minutes to find her pictures. There was a selfie of her in a WC cubical taken 3 hours earlier. She was standing naked except for her pantyhose which was rolled down to her knees. I gave her back her phone and went and sat in the comfortable chair opposite.

There was no point looking at the remaining pictures with her in her current condition. I needed her in a state where I could humiliated her. Instead, I decided to use the situation and get her to open up about her life story. I was interested in any secrets or embarrassing details that I could use to manipulate her.

Over the course of the next two hours I coaxed her into giving me the slow motion version of her life story.

She'd worked in advertising but left Poland because she couldn't hold down a job. Apparently, she suffers from chronic anxiety and hoped to find therapy and a more understanding employer outside of Poland.

That worked out well for 10 years until she'd become unhappy with her long time boyfriend. A typical story: she wanted him to marry her and when he didn't, she'd accused him of being frightened of making a commitment. He accused her of being too clingy for a grown woman. The relationship broke up and she found herself alone in The Netherlands.

After that, she'd worked for a while as a freelance copywriter but without her boyfriend controlling her life, she started becoming reliant on alcohol, marijuana and various pills. They were sufficient for her to be productive when she was in private but being dependent on them meant that she couldn't work in an office environment and even short meetings with clients were challenging. At the same time she was locked into a cycle of falling for men, musicians mostly, with controlling personalities who would use her and then dump her.

Eventually she couldn't afford her rent and became homeless. That's when she moved here to be with a friend, a woman this time, who turned out to also be emotionally unstable. The idea was that she'd work for remote clients in Europe and North America thus avoiding the in-person client meetings.

Things didn't work out work-wise or relationship-wise and her life spiralled downwards from there. She became homeless again. At one point she tried sex webcams but it fed the worst parts of her personality. Working in a factory gutting fish was her hitting rock bottom. That was 14 months ago.

By this point she'd cuddled up to me and I was stroking her hair. The first thing I was going to make her do was quit smoking.

Two thoughts occurred to me as I listened to her stories.

The first was how I could help her. I'd coached a handful of talented people through similar issues at my other companies. The example that came to mind was a brilliant designer who'd gone completely off the rails after being mugged at gunpoint in London. Amongst other things he'd become reclusive to the point that he was unable to leave his apartment on his own which made working in the office nearly impossible for him. He'd lost his fiancée, his friends and very nearly his career.

The other thought was a question, how far she would go to debase herself in return for the attention of a caring authority figure: me. My guess was that there was a wealth of self-loathing inside her just waiting to be exploited.

Before leaving, I left her a short note explaining that I was annoyed to find her like this and that she better be sober when I came back tomorrow.

***

The following evening I found Agnieszka sitting in the dark, apparently sober.

"What do you want from me?" was how she greeted when I walked into her living room. It took me a minute to locate her. She'd was sitting on floor in the corner next to the end of the sofa. It didn't take a genius to realise that she'd been crying.

"I would like your obedience", I said in a stern voice. "In return, you will get my support both financially and emotionally. You will also get my promise to help you get out of the mess you're in. Now come out from there, please."

I sat myself at the small dining table and waited. There was a protracted and uncomfortable silence.

Eventually, I heard her mumble, "Whatever." That was followed by the sound of her crawling out of her hiding space. She stood in the middle of the room. Initially, I could sense her more than see her. I saw no reason to switch the lights on.

"First, a few rules. Then you can ask me anything you like," I said looking in her general direction. There was enough light from the clock on the oven to see where she was but not enough to tell if she was facing me or not. "After that, I will go through the photos on your phone."

"First, I will never come into your bedroom without your permission," I told her. "That will be your safe place. If I arrive and you are in your bedroom, I expect you to come out."

"Next, you will not wear any underwear in my presence until you have earned that privilege." I'm not fond of clichés but I hadn't though of anything better.

"Next, you will quit smoking," I said, looking to see if there was any visible reaction to the next part of what I was going to say. "Your new role comes with additional medical benefits, I suggest you use the to help you quit."

"Lastly, for now, you will provide me with a portfolio of your past work so I can see if you are worth my time." I suspected that that's what she was staring at on the floor, the previous evening. It was clearly important to her and I wanted to build on that.

"Is there anything unclear about what I just said?"

There was another uncomfortable silence and then she asked, "What is my new role?". After a slight pause she added, "Daddy."

"If I accept you, then you will be promoted to a supervisor role. This will nearly double your pay," I explained. "The company is rewarding you for your hard work," I paused, "but you should think of it as me paying for your time, like a prostitute."

"Will you be gentle with me, Daddy?" she whispered in a husky voice. I didn't like how practiced she sounded and I certainly didn't like her calling me 'Daddy'.

"Cut the 'Daddy' crap," I told her, being careful to maintain my previous tone throughout. "You're a grown woman who has messed up her life. Do as a I tell you and you might get it back. Is there anything else?"

"Do you want me naked?" she sounded deflated but at least she was using her normal voice.

"If you are wearing underwear, take it off. Then put your clothes back on and bring your phone and your underwear to me."

I listened as she unzipped her dress. She has an intriguing personal style. Her wardrobe apparently consists almost exclusively of figure hugging, A-line dresses with a side zipper. Similar to the kind of dresses I recognise from old pictures of my grandmother taken in the 1950s and 60s.

The permanent residents mostly wear what could be charitably called athleisure wear: cheap, practical, warm clothing. Whereas I don't recall ever seeing Agnieszka wearing anything other than a dress, pantyhose and mid height, round toed pumps or Mary Janes at the community centre.