Glen Hollows Resort Ch. 01

Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. No characters, nor businesses portray real persons or organizations. All (and I do mean "All") characters portrayed in this story are at least 18 years of age, both in any recollections, and in real-time.

Wesley helps his girlfriend, Jan, get a job at the resort. The poor girl gets drawn into the antics of ill-behaved golfers. What will happen now that her reputation is soiled?

Wesley enjoyed his job at the resort. At twenty-five, he still felt no pressure to embrace adulthood, and especially all of the difficulties and pressure that adulthood posed. He lived at home. He spent all of his time outside work carousing with his friends, and spending quality time with Jan. She had a crush on him in high school, but Wesley hadn't really taken notice of her until years later. Now, in their twenties, they were dating exclusively.

Wesley performed general maintenance for Mr. Tomassi at the Glen Hollows Resort. Mr. Tomassi was the general manager, and all of the young employees called him 'Mr. T'. Mr. T kept the resort running like clockwork. The young employees feared him, and he knew it. Conversely, one little word of encouragement or compliment from Mr. T would inspire even the most jaded youth.

Mr. T informed all of his employees that he was looking for a few more reliable employees. He promised one-hundred dollars to anyone who referred someone who was worthy of Mr. T's hiring. Wesley thought of his girlfriend, Jan. It all worked out. Within two weeks, Mr. T hired Jan, and Wesley received his bonus. Mr. T knew exactly where to place Jan.

Jan stood in her new uniform, a short white skirt with a navy blue, V-neck shirt emblazoned with the Glen Hollows logo. Mr. T placed her at the hostess stand for the Linkz Restaurant, where golfers would see her before and after their golf rounds. He hoped that she would encourage more golfers to enjoy a beer, or meal, in addition to their golf round.

Jan proved affective at increasing sales. Many men, both young and old, found it hard to resist her pleading as they walked past her hostess stand. It wasn't her sex appeal, it was more like they didn't want to say 'no' to the cute, bubbly girl who reminded them of a sister, or daughter. Mr. T witnessed her spell of the golfers, and brainstormed on other ways to make use of her charm.

One quiet Tuesday found the Dilton brothers at the Linkz bar. Billy and Jimmy sat, each nursing their third beer. The brothers co-owned Pink Nighties Lounge, a local gentlemen's club. Today they would be entertaining Buck Tisdale, who owned the only beer distribution business within a two hour drive. They needed to give Buck a good time in hopes of convincing him to provide them with better terms for the beer that he supplied to their club.

Billy had hired one of his strippers, Tiff, to drive Buck's golf cart today. It was a brilliant idea. The strippers were accustomed to Buck's advances and they would tolerate his misbehavior. However, Billy just got off the phone with Tiff, and she explained that her daughter was sick. Now, Billy and Jimmy were trying to come up with some other plan. Jimmy stared at young Jan, appreciating her simple beauty while in his beer-induced fog. "Um, I have an idea."

Billy sought out Mr. T. "Hey Mr. T." Mr. T took great care not to roll his eyes. The Dilton brothers weren't necessarily the type of clientele that he hoped to attract to his resort. However, they were local and they proved to be high-spending patrons. Also, the brothers treated him well on the rare occasions that he visited their Pink Nighties Lounge.

"Mr. T, I need a favor. Jimmy and I are playing a round of golf today with an important client. He's an older gentleman, and he tends to drink a bit. So, it's best if he doesn't drive his own golf cart. I was hoping to have some pleasant, young person drive his cart for him. I would be willing to pay them." Mr. T gave him an understanding nod, "I will have one of the pro shop employees do it."

"Actually Mr. T, I was hoping that your wonderful little hostess might be available? What's her name?" Mr. T turned, "Her name is Jan. But, I don't know if I can spare her for the better part of the day." Billy pushed, "Well, I'd truly appreciate it. I could pay two hundred dollars if Jan was available to drive." Billy held out four, fifty-dollar bills.

"Better make it three hundred. I'm going to have to pay another employee overtime to make this happen." Billy added two more fifty-dollar bills to his offering. Mr. T took the cash and headed over to Jan. "Jan, I need for you to do a favor for one of our most important guests."

"Sure Mr. T. I can do whatever you need." Mr. T continued, "Mr. Dilton would like to have you drive a golf cart for his guest today. All that you need to do is drive, so that his guest can enjoy his round of golf. He has offered to pay for your services." Mr. T held out two, fifty-dollar bills. Jan looked at the bills, reluctant to take them. "Go ahead, it's okay. The gentleman has offered to pay you one-hundred dollars for your assistance. I'll also pay you your normal wages, and I'll find someone else to fill your hostess duties for the remainder of the day". She took the bills, and was happy for the extra money.

"Now go down to the golf course pro shop and have Chase show you how to operate the golf cart. Thanks Jan." She left. Mr. T smiled and patted his pocket that now contained his tidy little profit of two hundred dollars. He started scheming on how to expand this little situation into a profitable side business.

Jan arrived at the pro shop. Chase was eager to provide instruction to Jan, as it was unusual to have a cute girl his own age visit the pro shop. Minutes later, an eager Billy met her at the shop and introduced himself. Jan followed Billy's cart, and they both drove their carts to the bag drop-off area, where Jimmy and he loaded the golf bags onto their carts. They also helped Buck load his bags. Then they introduced him to Jan. "Buck, meet Jan. She is going to be your chauffeur today." Buck's eyes lit up. Sitting in the cart, her short skirt rode up her lithe legs. He noticed her V-neck shirt, and vowed to get a better look later.

The first nine holes were rather uneventful. The brothers were downing beers, trying to keep pace with Buck. Buck was able to sneak a case of cold beer into his large golf bag. It was gone by the ninth hole. At the turn, the brothers bought another nine beers. Buck appeared to be pretty drunk. Now was time for Billy and Jimmy to bring up the subject of negotiating better terms for Buck's beer supply for their club.

At the tenth hole, Jimmy placed his ball down on the tee and lined up for this drive. Billy casually started his negotiation, "Hey Buck, we sure appreciate you joining us today. It's amazing how our businesses have become so dependent on one another. You know, I was thinking about our agreement...".

Before Billy could complete his sentence, Jimmy swung his driver. In Jimmy's inebriated state, he topped the ball and it dribbled sideways. Buck yelled, "Hey Jimmy, your ball didn't pass the ladies' tee. That means you gotta play dick out!" Billy looked askance at old Buck.

Jimmy just laughed. He retrieved his ball and placed it on the tee. He addressed the ball and prepared to swing. "No way man", yelled Buck, "That's the rule. If your tee shot doesn't pass the ladies' tee, you have to play the rest of the hole with your dick out." Jimmy looked at Billy for support, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Billy was afraid to do anything to upset Buck - after all, he hadn't even begun to discuss sales terms with Buck.

"Aww, come on Buck. You can't be serious", Jimmy looked to Buck for some sign that he would capitulate. Buck just stared. The brothers couldn't afford to upset Buck if they wanted to preserve some chance of negotiating better terms for his beer distribution service. Buck's stern demeanor gave no sign of relenting.

Jimmy looked once more toward his brother, Billy. Billy looked on without any sign of support. Jimmy shook his head in disbelief, and then cautiously unzipped his pants. He reached into his underwear to fish out his penis. This was humiliating. It would be different if he had a large cock, but his little penis barely poked out of his fly. He didn't know it, but the strippers at his club who were reluctantly subjected to his manhood called him 'shrimp dick'. Buck appeared fully content with Jimmy's compliance; he just chuckled.

Jimmy took his swing and then did his best to keep his back to Jan, who sat unaware in the cart some distance away from the golfers. Billy and Buck subsequently hit their drives. They all returned to their respective carts, and both Jimmy and Jan began to drive their carts down the fairway. Jimmy was relieved that Jan hadn't noticed his exposure.

Jimmy stopped his cart on the fairway next to his ball. He exited the cart to take his shot. Jan had pulled their cart nearby, and was leisurely observing activity on the adjacent fairway. Buck couldn't resist. "Hey Jimmy. It looks like your fly is open." Jimmy turned to shield his exposure before Jan had a chance to notice his condition. Buck took every opportunity to draw attention to Jimmy. Twice Jan thought she noticed something curious about Jimmy, but she convinced herself that she hadn't seen what her mind indicated...surely, he wouldn't expose himself in public.

Jimmy completed the hole without discovery. After he sunk his putt, he poked his little penis inside his fly, and zippered up. Now that it was over, he felt a little thrill knowing that his cock was exposed for the last ten minutes. But, it was over now. He didn't want to face Mr. T's wrath if he found out that Jimmy was playing with his dick out. Hell, he didn't even want to consider if he would be charged with public exposure.

The brothers were finally able to discuss business with Buck during the next few holes. They successfully negotiated better terms for Buck's beer delivery, and they only hoped that he would remember the discussion after his beer buzz wore off. Buck was pretty well submerged in an alcohol haze. Now they only hoped to end their round of golf without any further incidents. Buck had a different objective.

At the eighteenth tee, Billy hit first. Next up, Buck topped the ball and it dribbled only a few feet from the tee. "Well, I guess it's my turn to play dick out." Jimmy and Billy looked at each other, and Billy whispered, "What the fuck? He hasn't miss-hit a ball all day." Before they could even protest, Buck whipped out his cock, all seven inches. He placed his golf ball back on the tee, and stood before it.

Buck was enjoying baring his cock. He took his time with his practice swings. Finally, before he hit his ball, had gave an accentuated wiggle of his ass as if he was trying to prepare for his final motion. His cock swung back and forth. The thrill was almost too much.

Billy quickly approached Jan who sat waiting in her golf cart. "Listen honey. Buck has had quite a bit to drink. He's doing this silly thing where he has to play with his thing, his um.....penis, hanging out because he messed up his shot. It's just some silly golf tradition that men sometimes impose on one another. Please just ignore him. This is the last hole and I don't want to get him, or us, in trouble. This will be over soon. I'm so sorry. Please take this for your trouble." He handed her another two hundred dollars.

Jan looked at the bills in her hand. Somewhat shocked, Jan asked, "Did you say 'penis hanging out'?" Just then Jimmy and Buck left the tee box, and approached her cart. Jan couldn't help but notice Buck's penis swinging freely as he walked. She looked in the other direction to avoid her embarrassment. Buck sat down without any sign of embarrassment, "Okay dear, off we go."

Jan faced straight ahead. Out of the corner of her eye she verified that the old guy's junk was really hanging out in the wind. 'What the fuck is going on?' she thought to herself. She had taken the money from the other guy, and so she felt like there was some obligation to go along with whatever the hell was going on. Buck was feeling good, he spread his legs to let his balls take in the breeze.

She stopped the cart along the fairway, pulling the cart alongside Buck's golf ball. Buck stepped out. He took his swing and walked slowly back to the cart. Jan didn't want to satisfy his crude exigencies, and so she simply stared in the other direction. Buck could not remember the last time that he felt this alive. He plopped down in the cart seat and casually spread his legs. "Okay honey. I'm so glad that you joined our little foursome today. What a great day, huh?"

Jan took off down the fairway hoping to put an end to this humiliating spectacle. She hit a bump in the turf a bit harder than she intended. Both Buck and she were jostled rather dramatically in their seats. She tried to ignore Buck as he appeared to be manipulating something in his crotch. "Ouch! Motherfucker." Jan involuntarily turned towards Buck in response to his outburst. "My dick is caught in my goddamn zipper." Jan stomped on the break. That only complicated Buck's perilous situation.

Jan reluctantly looked on as Buck gingerly tried to extricate his snared flesh. Jan couldn't help but feel a bit of rancorous satisfaction - it served him right for being such a pervert. Every one of Buck's attempts only resulted in more pain, and whimpering. "You gotta help me. I can't get my dick out of this fucking zipper. Please help me." Jan withdrew in her seat with a look of disgust. Buck pleaded, "I can't get my dick free. You gotta help me. Please."

Jan begrudgingly felt sorry for the drunk old man. He was obviously in pain, and his face was so red that she feared he might suffer a heart attack. "Please hold my penis while I pull the zipper apart." Jan was shocked. She was compelled to help, but she had no intention of holding his dick. "I'll get the zipper." She touched his pants and he screamed.

"No! Just lift up my penis and I'll rip the zipper apart." Jan looked disgusted. This was only the third dick that she had ever seen. Worse, it was the dick of a man three times as old as she. She couldn't suppress her revulsion as she took her finger and thumb and gently pinched his penis. She tenuously attempted lifting his penis. She made little progress in lifting his heavy penis with her delicate maneuver. "Just grab it and pull it up!" Now, almost squeamish, she put her whole hand around his penis and tried to lift it.

Billy and Jimmy could only sit still in awe of this repugnant sight. They had quietly approached Jan and Buck's golf cart to determine why they hadn't progressed further down the fairway. What they saw was that Jan had her hand on Buck's dick. Buck was moaning and breathing rapidly. It looked like Jan was giving him a hand job. Billy couldn't help thinking to himself, 'This girl is fucking unreal. How did Buck convince her to give him a hand job on the eighteenth fairway? Even the stripper that I intended to escort Buck today wouldn't stoop to this level of debauchery'.

Only thirty feet away stood Justin, one of the young Glen Hollows' groundskeepers. He stared trying to verify what his eyes were telling him. Jan was giving some old guy a hand job, while two other old guys watched. He had no idea that pretty little Jan was such a slut. He took out his phone and recorded the action in video. His first thought was to use the video to humiliate Wesley, Jan's boyfriend. Imagine how smug Wesley would react, seeing video of his little uptight girlfriend jerking off some old golfer, in public!

Jan could feel Buck's cock growing in her hand. When she first grasped it, the soft rod felt flimsy in her hand. As Buck continued wrestling with his zipper, the rod became more rigid. She found that she could no longer encircle his cock fully with her hand.

Buck was getting more frantic. "You have to hold it tight. Come on, hold it. I'm going to pull hard on the zipper." Jan reacted without any further thought. She leaned over and took hold of Buck's rigid cock with both hands. There was nothing erotic about this at all. At this point in time, she just needed this to end.

Buck yanked hard on either side of his fly, and the zipper was forced open. His first reaction was such relief to have his penis freed. "Oh honey. Thank you so much." Without any real logical thought, Buck reached over and squeezed Jan's girlish face between his hands. He kissed her out of sheer joy. "You are my savior!"

Buck was so contrite. He had no lascivious drive towards Jan - she was his liberator. He was just so thankful. He would have kissed whomever helped to extricate his tortured penis. However, his kiss was viewed differently by the other men who witnessed it.

The delayed pain now struck Buck. His penis began to throb. "Of fuck! My dick may never recover." He pressed his hands on his crotch. All of his theatrics were caught on Justin's video. Billy and Jimmy just looked at each other. They still were fully unaware that Buck was writhing in pain, and not ecstasy.

The summation of the last few minutes finally struck Jan. She was confounded by everything, especially Buck's kiss. In a daze, she exited from the golf cart and simply started walking back towards the pro shop. She desperately needed to distance herself from these horrid men.

She tried to rationalize the events in her mind. She had been asked to drive an elderly golfer, nothing more. She had been the unfortunate victim of their sophomoric golf tradition. The one man had even given her money as means to apologize for their horrid behavior. Finally, she had rendered necessary assistance when one of the men had injured himself. That last part was no different than someone providing first aid to an injured person. She was fully innocent of any disreputable behavior.

However, both Jimmy and Billy saw it differently. Years of managing their strip club gave them a more jaded view of humanity. Justin, had no doubt about what he had witnessed. In fact, he had captured all of Jan's slutty behavior on video.