Crystal Lake Resort - Part 1

[YouOweMeMoney5]

I've been thinking how to write this story for some time now, and tonight I finally got a chance to sit down and write some of it. There's no growth or sexy shenaninags in this part, right now it's mostly expositional. I wrote a lot more than I usually do, so I'm pretty sure this is going to be several parts. That being said, I hope you enjoy!

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Have you ever been stressed? Well, let me qualify that. Have you ever been so stressed out about something in your life, whether it’s trying to put food on the table or maybe you’ve suffered an accident and don’t know how you’re going to pay for it, that you just want the entire world to stop? You don’t care how or why, but you just need a fucking break from life. To cut ties with reality and go do your own thing for just a little while.

Ah, where are my manors, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jacob Mathers, or just Jake if you prefer, and I lead a very stressful life.

Take that level of stress I was just talking about, compound it by ten, and then imagine feeling that for roughly 85 hours a week. The constant weight bearing down on you is really quite astounding, and sometimes I wonder if I’ll just one day snap and kill all my co-workers. Six days a week, from 6am to 8pm (most days longer), I assist one of the most powerful men in the world. For obvious reasons, most relevant of which being a non-disclosure agreement, I can’t tell you who I work for. Let’s just say CEO to a Fortune 500 company and leave it at that. For the sake of anonymity (and so that I won’t get thrown in jail) I’ll call my employer “Mr. Maxwell”. Now what could be so hard that I feel like I’m going to start having stress induced hallucinations?

Being a personal assistant.

I get worked over like you wouldn’t believe. A typical work day consists of creating a schedule, modifying that schedule, driving my boss around, interacting with other personal assistants of other CEO’s, running personal errands, managing all of his data, keeping his mobile up to date, be able to recall names and titles of every individual my boss interacts with at the drop of a hat, and generally doing anything and everything that he needs, and sometimes doing the Impossible. Ever seen Devil Wears Prada? I’m kind of like Ann Hathaway’s character, but without all the free clothes and trips to fashion week. I also have to be prompt, civil, polite, and punctual. It’s kind of like having to be able to read minds, which I obviously can’t do.

Now before I get into this rather unbelievable tale, let me setup a scene for you. Picture me, a 24 year old, 5’8” 150 pound, brown haired, green eyed, scrawny nobody, in a tailored suit (that I had to pay for by myself, by the way), and carrying Mr. Maxwell’s boxes of company business at about 10pm. You know the type of box, one of those Banker’s Boxes filled to the bursting point with paper and other stupid shit. I’ve got to take all these damn boxes down to accounting, by hand, and holy fucking shit are they HEAVY! Each box is maybe one 5th of my weight, and I’m not that strong, mind you. I finally make it down to accounting after several trips, and of-fucking-course, they’ve already closed for the evening. I have to get the night guard on the phone to come and open the door for me so I can leave the boxes. I settle on top of one of the boxes and have one of those all defining moments where I wonder what the fuck I’m doing with my life. Like the type of thoughts you have in the shower on a morning where you wish you could just sleep in.

“Shit, this is getting ridiculous…”

Now like lots of people in the world, when I get free time, I like to dream. Some people play the “What would you do If you won the lottery” game. I prefer to spend my time looking at resorts and day spas on my phone. For an overworked busy guy like me, a place where I can let all my stress go and just relax for a few days sounds like heaven. I do this all the time while waiting on Mr. Maxwell, so much so that I have over three dozen places book marked on my phone, just so I can spend my free time looking at the fantastic pictures and reading about the wonderful amenities. One thing I tend to skip, however, are the outlandish prices. Some of these places have price tags in the four figures, but my absolute favorite places by far, Crystal Lake Resort, has a whopping five figure price tag.

I’ve done lots of research on Crystal Lake Resort. It’s located out in the countryside, far away from any major cities or towns and is fully self-sufficient. The lake itself is a natural water spring, so they filter their own water, grown their own fruits, veggies, beans, you name it. They also truck in some of the best meat from the nearby ranches. The place is totally cut off. But just because it’s out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere doesn’t mean it’s not sophisticated. Crystal Lake Resort boasts some of the most modern and high tech facilities in the world, ranked number two on some top ten list done by some website on the internet. The pictures of the various lobbies, dining areas, pools, hallways, bedrooms, bathrooms, and the various other facilities are just downright flabbergasting. Everything has a smooth sleek modern feel to it, and totally futuristic. Crystal Lake is ahead of it time. And yet, it doesn’t seem to have too much mainstream recognition yet. I’ve seen plenty of reviews on adult forum boards about the place, as well as seeing it in the comments of some of the porn video’s I watch. Apparently Crystal Lake Resort sometimes allows for adult films to be filmed on the property. That would also explain why there are plenty of advertisement banners for the place on porn websites as well. Oh, and remember that five figure price tag? I keep thinking they charge so much because of the porn industry’s influence at the place. I mean, the starting package is 3 days and 2 nights for twenty grand. As much as I would like to go, that’s about half my yearly salary.

But today, there’s something different on the website’s price banner.

Enter for a chance to win a FREE all expenses paid trip to Crystal Lake Resort! 3 days and 2 nights, airfare and food included. This is a once in a life time opportunity. Come treat your body to the stimulation and relaxation that it deserves!

I figured I might as well enter. What was there to lose? All they needed was an email addres and a name. Now imagine my shock, my astonishment, my bewilderment, my oh-holy-flying-fucking-shit when I found out a week later that I had won the trip. I WON IT! I seriously never win anything, even when the odds are in my favor, and holy crap they were not. The email invitation said that I was chosen at random from over three hundred THOUSAND people to be the contest winner. I was stoked, excited, amazed, thrilled, elated, and by now running out of adjectives to describe my state of euphoria. Almost immediately, I approached Mr. Maxwell’s office and knocked politely, before hearing his brusk voice.

“Damnit, what the hell is it!”

Yea, he is normally that rude, but at this moment I really didn’t care. I opened the office door and quickly stepped inside. He didn’t notice me at first, and come to think of it, he never really does, but I cleared my throat and waited for him to look up from his computer screen.

“Mr. Maxwell, sir, I have to tell you something.”

“Out with it Jake, you and I both know I don’t have all fucking day.” He snarled.

“I need to take a few vacation days” I stated, “Only three days.”

“O-O-Only” he stuttered with rage, “ONLY three days? Jake are you trying to sink my company? How the hell am I support to function!”

“Mr. Maxwell, I can assure you that the temp who will be filling my position is highly capable, she’s worked for Donald Trump personally. You’ll be in very resourceful hands.”

At this, Mr. Maxwell perked up a bit, pushed back his chair and put his very large feet in his even larger boots up on his forty thousand dollar desk.

“Do you think that just anyone will do? What the fuck is gonna’ happen to me if this girl can’t keep up. I’m gonna’ look like a damn fool, AND have to deal with the cleanup myself!”

“Please sir,” I said in a very manner of fact way “She’ll work wonders.”

I decided that I had to remind him of some certain legal obligations that he sometimes forgets. I mean he is a busy guy, and I sometimes fib to him about the vacation policy, just so my co-workers won’t get fired for not giving enough notice for vacation approval.”

“Also, sir, there are no grounds to stop me. My vacation doesn’t start for two weeks which is a lot more advanced notice than people usually get. Also, I’ve accumulated a lot more vacation days than just these three. I mean, what would you do without me if I decided to stay longer than three days?”

Mr. Maxwell glowered at me, his cold brown eyes boring into me like some sort of unholy hand drill.

“And just where the hell are you going for three days? Mama’s house? Disney Land? Or are you going to go spend some time with one of your boyfriends?”

Yea, Mr. Maxwell is not the friendliest guy, by any means. And he isn’t exactly keen on gay people. He found out that I had a boyfriend a few months ago, and was really displeased about it. I ended up working for 72 hours straight after he found out, like some kind of fucked up punishment for loving someone other than what he thinks I should. But, like it or not, his checks pay my bills, so I just try to downplay the whole “being gay” thing.

“Uh, no.”

“No what?”

“No sir.” I almost whispered. “I won a trip to a resort.”

“And what is the name of this so called resort?” He sneered.

“Crystal Lake Resort.” I muttered.

And with that, Mr. Maxwell changed his tune. His eyes widened and his lips parted into a small O shape. He just kind of looked at me for a few seconds before the O shape became a very wide smile. He leaned all the way back in his gigantic lazyboy-esque high back chair and looked at me with something akin to slyness. Trust me; the feeling in seeing a multi billionaire CEO, who just happens to be your boss, get a sly look in his eye is just downright weird.

“Crystal Lake Resort, is it?” he finally said. “Well then, I hope you enjoy your vacation son.”

“Thank you sir, I hope I will too.”

And with that, I turned on my heel and left the office, leaving Mr. Maxwell to look out his huge office windows with that weird sly look in his eye. But before the door closed, I heard Mr. Maxwell say.

“God knows I enjoyed my trip to Crystal Lake…”

Alright now, fast forward two weeks so I can get to the part of the story you all came here to read about. I was completely stoked about this vacation because it was everything I had ever wanted in a vacation. Although now that I think It out loud, I really didn’t want much, but I was going to get more than I had ever fantasized about. The trip to Crystal Lake was the first hint that I was in for a treat, and that the $20,000 retail price for this would be worth every penny if I was going to spend money on it. I was treated to a wonderful first class flight on my favorite airline, and everything from the gourmet meal to the inflight on demand movies were totally free. Not to mention I was the only one in first class, and even coach was fairly empty. It was like Crystal Lake had rented out the damn plane for me.

After the short but extravagant three hour flight, I disembarked the plain and headed to the terminal. From there I had to consult the information email that was sent to me with all my travel details and information. My driver was support to be waiting by my gate with a sign, but of course with all the new TSA enforcements, it looked like he had been forced to wait outside the terminal. So I trotted out of my gate and down the escalator and headed to the round-a-bout car area, and started surveying the crowd of people looking for my driver.

He was pretty easy to spot.

My driver, clad in a black suit complete with hat, black gloves, and a bright red tie. He was holding very neat hand written sign that said “Mathers – Crystal Lake Resort” in very fancy font. Now the reason I say he was easy to spot is because he stood about a head taller than everyone else in the crowd, and not to mention he was built like a fucking tank! It was easy to tell this guy had one hell of a barrel chest underneath that sharp crisp suit, not to mention arms like cannons and gargantuan legs. The only reason I could think of for why he wasn’t a bodybuilder was because he needed a second job or something. But then why the hell wasn’t he modeling? With a body like that he could easily make it into those wonderful fitness mags that I pick up from the store every now and then. Why would he settle for being a chauffeur?

As I approached him, he put down the sign and smiled at me. God he had a great smile, perfect teeth, luscious lips, and cute little dimples. When I was directly in front of him he finally spoke.

“Ah, you must be Mr. Mathers. Pleasure to meet you.”

He offered me one of his very large hands, and I happily accepted his handshake.

“I apologize for not being able to meet you at your gate, some complications arose.”

His voice sure was smooth, A nice rumbling and very chesty sound. Looking back, if I had been under my usual level of stress, I probably would have gotten some weak knees and tumbled to the ground.

“No problem at all.” I said, cheerfully. “I’m just glad to finally be on vacation.”

“Well then let’s be off.”

He led me for a few seconds until we arrived at a sleek black Audi town car that was obviously my ride. He graciously opened my door for me and took my bags as I slid into the back seat. Damn that was a comfy car. Nice leather, a great cool temperature, and a fucking minibar in the back! Some of this stuff was very, very expensive. I swear I saw a bottle of Dom Perignon. While I was perusing the selections of fine wine, beer, and champagne, my driver opened his door and slid inside. With a very smooth sounding roar, the engine came to life and we departed the airport. He must have seen me eye raping the selection of alcohol because he said over his shoulder.

“No need to be shy, it’s all complimentary.”

“Are you sure?” I was really hesitant, I mean, this was some nice shit.

“Absolutely!”

Well, if it really was free, I might as well treat myself. Hell, I’ll be treating myself for the next three days, so I’d better get used to it! I cracked a bottle of Chardonnay and poured myself a glass, wondering what else was in store for me when I finally arrived at Crystal Lake Resort.

[iceman75]

Crystal Lake huh? So... him and all of the other guests are going to be chopped to bits by Jason Vorhees?.... I don't know if that fantasy is right for a muscle growth site.

Just kidding, I guess we'll have to see where this goes. I'll be looking forward to seeing the amenities of the resort and it's staff.

[YouOweMeMoney5]

Originally Posted by iceman75

Crystal Lake huh? So... him and all of the other guests are going to be chopped to bits by Jason Vorhees?.... I don't know if that fantasy is right for a muscle growth site.

Holy Crap! I didn't even know that. I just kind of made it up. Curse my lack of horror movie knowledge!

[hexdog3f8h]

Well, yeah didn't you know Jason was bulking up?


http://www.flickr.com/photos/4532294...57630653296080

[Tundy]

Good start.....Now to wait for part 2.

[martinp13]

Originally Posted by iceman75

Crystal Lake huh? So... him and all of the other guests are going to be chopped to bits by Jason Vorhees?.... I don't know if that fantasy is right for a muscle growth site.

Just kidding, I guess we'll have to see where this goes. I'll be looking forward to seeing the amenities of the resort and it's staff.

Actually, that was Camp Crystal Lake... and this is Crystal Lake Resort. Maybe Jason came over to the resort after killing everyone at the camp.