Danica’s new market, women with outrageous fantasies, let men go wild in the mountains.
Amity Harris
Men in the Wild at Destiny
Danica now owns her dream, the estate she calls Destiny. It was a wild year-long adventure for her and a heartwarming experience for us to watch and occasionally offer her suggestions. With the sudden wealth Jonah came into from the sale of his first tech startup, he vowed to build Danica’s dream.
It was time to stock her empty cells so Danica was in full shopping mode. She was eager to grow her income with new offerings for her clients and break into a new client base — women who wanted and could afford what she had available. Her logical choice to do all that was to invite Amity to Montana.
Read what Amity discovered there and how Danica and Amity handled the challenge despite her Cop’s warnings, proving once again that there are many things women do much better than any man.
Danica’s Destiny, Men in the Wild
The Prologue
Breaking into a new market – Women looking for men in the wild.
“WHO’S GETTING THIS one today?” Danica asked her rotation supervisor. Without waiting for an answer, she looked at the options. “There are four filled suites. Six women. Show me the requests again.”
The rotation supervisor projected what the women checked on their applications onto the wall monitor and gave Danica enough time to read them again before making her own suggestions. She knew when her owner wanted her input and when she didn’t. She liked her job so she kept her mouth shut.
“The two in Suite 3 checked boxes for well-built and long-lasting. Gotta love their comment about staying power. They’re getting a pair who can entertain them and then screw their brains out. Let’s see what’s available,” Danica said, scrolling through her spreadsheet.
Choosing which of the men she kept in cells behind the heavy door were assigned to her owner’s clients was the supervisor’s daily assignment. In reality, Danica chose them and the supervisor made sure what those men practiced all day prepared them to perform as the clients expected. She remembered what her owner told her over and over. Worn out men don’t please. Dissatisfied women don’t come back.
She tapped her tablet to adjust two men’s chores so they’d be in prime condition to satisfy Suite 3’s order. She took them off landscaping and reassigned them to sanitizing tools in the training wing. That meant she needed a pair to replace them.
Each morning played out the same way. Men were scheduled according to the guests’ penchants but every chore still had to be done, so juggling their daily task lists was her challenge. She relied on the computer to make sure no task went unfinished.
The entire estate was controlled by that computer program. Only her owner knew its ins and outs, except for one man she owned. The one who did the programming. She called him Jonah. No one else was allowed to use his name.
“Suite 1 ordered a pain lover,” Danica said. “I think I’ll give her this one.” When she pointed at an ID number, the supervisor tapped her keyboard and let the software do its work. The screen refreshed with new tasks for the pain lover and updated one of the ponies.
“Give Suite 2 these two. The client was adamant about the scene she wanted and that means costuming. Get them time in wardrobe and two hours of role play practice. She wants to be a nurse, see here? She specified an evil nurse experience.”
The supervisor knew the requests by heart but she reread what her owner pointed out. She did that every time even though she knew which men her owner would assign to the clients. She tapped her keyboard again and the screen refreshed.
“One more,” Danica said. “Suite 4’s two women ordered strap-on belts with five plug sizes. They’re going to need a pair of expanded anuses. Here, these two. See their scores?”
The supervisor knew their scores. That was her job, to know every detail about the men her owner kept in that wing. Whether it was anal stretch, pain tolerance, penis length or durability, she had to have that data at her fingertips.
Living in the remote location she’d been delivered to months ago and even with several levels of backup and power supplies, she had to have all the men’s details in her head. Just in case, she told herself. Even though there’d never been a power outage or a computer glitch, she woke up every morning before dawn ready to cope with one. She’d been trained on the software by her owner’s main boy for weeks before she was allowed to attend planning meetings.
She loved her job and was thrilled to be owned by a woman like Ms. Danica. Nothing would keep her from being the most valuable piece of property on the estate. Well, she figured, second best. The boy whose name she wasn’t allowed to say would always be first.
All she knew was that this place — Destiny — was perfect even if she didn’t know where it was. One of the owned men thought it was Wyoming. She was sure he was wrong. A guest once said she left her husband in Big Sky to ski because Destiny was a heck of a lot more fun.
Destiny had to be in Montana. The supervisor shook off her guessing game. It didn’t matter where she was. The only thing that counted was pleasing her owner. Every minute of every day.
There were guests to satisfy. She had a job to do.
