Resort: Agency Style

A different Corinthia

Thia was enjoying her vacation to no ends, spending two weeks on R&R after getting shot to shit was so worth it, especially with where the agency had sent her. All of the eye candy on the beach was fantastic. She tilted her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose as another prime example of everything she wanted in a man, physically at least, walked past her and paused to look her up and down and lick his lips to throw a nod towards her. She slid the sunglasses back up and raised her book, enough ego to choke a horse on that one, no thanks. After about an extra half hour in the sun she was ready to head back to the hotel. As many men as she had watched and more had eyes glued to her as she sauntered back to the hotel. Her bikini left little to nothing to the imagination. She threw on the yoga pants and tank top that she had in her beach bag once she was inside the gym, and headed over to the mats. After a good stretch she headed to the treadmill, she spent a good thirty minutes on it without breaking a sweat, and then she headed over to the free weights. A couple monkeys pumping iron started to preen and show off for her, which she put a stop to quickly when she loaded up a bar bell and started to bench press 180 pounds. A few of the muscle monkeys slunk away with their tails between their legs, while even more were content to pursue harder by pushing themselves past their limits. She didn’t even look, when she was in the gym she was in the zone, and the music pounding through her ipod was all that she needed. After the benches and all the free weights, she moved to leg presses, the last thing she did then was pull ups on a straight bar. After she finished she got back onto the treadmill for some increment training, and finished stretching on the mats again. She grabbed her bag from the locker rooms and headed up to her room. She smiled as she rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite, god it was good to be an agent, excellent resorts when you got shot, and the ability to leave anyone in the dust that decided to go toe to toe with her.
She slung her bag onto her bed while she stripped and walked to the shower, her creamy skin had a light tan, that made her look like the cream with a hint of coffee, while her deep brown hair tumbled down her back in a riot of waves once free of the messy bun it was in. Once she was clean she wrapped herself in a towel while she tousled her hair with another towel. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed her boss while she went out onto the balcony and reclined in one of the chairs.
“Thia, why are you calling?”
“Nice to talk to you too Jess....”She rolled her eyes and stretched. “Mmmm I actually called to ask when my next check up is with that doc you sent me a few weeks ago.”
“Two weeks, why.” She could hear his attention sharpen.
“My shoulder is pulling, I have been sticking to my routine, I haven’t upped it past what he said I could do, but something isn’t feeling right. And aside from that I do want to know where my recovery is sitting and when I will be getting back to work.”
“You know, you are the best agent about being injured, Cross has called me six times in the past three days begging to come home and back on duty.”
“Why the hell would I do that Jess...you sent me to a resort, which your paying for, with so much eye candy that even I can’t chase all that tail, and are paying me to sit and drink and read and lay on a beach. Why in the fuck would I complain, if I ever do I am asking now, send me for a damn psych eval.”
Jess’s laughter filled the call. “Thats why I like you Thia.” His voice was filled with laughter. “I’ll send the doc out the day after tomorrow, anything else?”
“No...wait yes, yes there is...” She grinned wolfishly.
“Okay, what is it.”
“Get laid so you don’t fuckin’ kill Cross.”
Jess laughed again, “Good bye Thia, if you start to itch for something more to do, call and I will send you some research cases.”
“Sounds good I’ll let you know, C’ya Jess.” She hung up and checked her email and then got up and wandered back into her rooms, tucking her phone into her purse and then stretched again rubbing her left shoulder and started to get dressed. She looked around her room and then reached for a book but stopped half way through, her nails looked like hell. She grinned, all expenses paid by the government...She threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top she grabbed a light zip-hoodie and then looked in the mirror, what the hell she thought, the hair needed done too. She grabbed her purse and locked the door and then walked to the elevator, she went to the resort salon. “Hello.” The bleach blond receptionist on the phone popping her gum, obviously talking to a friend from the conversation held up a finger and ignored her. Thia raised an eyebrow, she was not someone you ignored...she leaned on the counter casually and then with a snap of her right hand reached over and yanked the phone out of the girls hand and hung up. “Manager ... Now...” she said it in her agent’s voice, the one that brooked no argument. The girl squared her shoulders and went for the phone again.
“You will just have to wait.” Blondie snapped her gum again.
Thia’s promise of patience evaporated and she swung around the desk and in seconds had Blondie face down on the desk her hands twisted behind her back painfully. “Once again, incase the bleach has fried your brain, I will be seeing a manager ... Now.” She let the girl go, and the second she did the little blond was scurrying off to find her manager while Thia calmly walked back to her side of the counter and cocked a hip while she waited. The blond came scurrying back in under a minute with an older woman with perfectly coifed hair who practically oozed dignity and refined tastes.
“Barb said you wanted to speak to the manager, miss...?”
“Corin Ketri, but please call me Cori. And yes, Barb here was on the phone with a friend, and quite frankly, she’s working, if its that slow she can yap on the phone with one of her friends, she shouldn’t be here. And on that note, if she had put her friend on hold and helped me immediately I wouldn’t care so much, but a paying customer being told to wait with a finger held up...not tolerable at a resort of this high of caliber.” Barb shrunk away from Thia and her manager.
“Oh I see...Barb, that was the second chance, your severance pay will be deposited next friday, leave.” The manager turned a gimlet eye on her and then turned back to Thia. “Thank you for your attention on the matter.” She ushered Barb away from behind the desk and then pulled the booking calendar towards her. “Now what can I do for you.”
“I want my hair done, and a full mani-pedi and acrylic gel overlays on my hands. For the hair I want a deep burgundy auburn and a tousled layered look, something like Catherine Zeta-Jones from Zoro type hair.”
The manager looked over her books made a few notes, and looked up. “Alright Miss Ketri, we can fit you in now, hair first alright, that way I can put you with my most accomplished stylist.” Thia just nodded and smiled her consent. “Lovely, and may I ask how you will be paying?”
“Put it on my pre paid all expenses account, Penthouse under Corinthia Ketri, code 56 73 985.”
The manager’s eyes said it all, big money, big tip, treat like royalty. “Of course miss Ketri.”
About three hours later Thia was walking out of the salon and walking back up to her room, she laughed at herself after she was back in her room and realized she had checked the entire room with her hand gliding over the blades on her hips and lower back. It was good to know that even vacationing she had not lost any of her edge. She decided that her day was to easy at that point and she decided to change back into working out clothes and stripped off her weapons, then with gloves tucked into the back of her yoga pants and headed down to the gym. After pretty much an identical work out to the one she had earlier she then put her gloves on started to work on a punching bag, she alternated between hitting and kicking, soon changing from the relatively clean fighting style to a rather dirty street version. She heard someone clear their throat behind her and she slowly straightened but did not turn around. “Can I help you...?”
“Yeah, I wondered if you wanted to spar.” The husky voice was familiar to her, in fact she was pretty sure that it was a team mate of hers.
“Sure,” She grinned and turned around smirking when she confirmed that it was indeed one of her utterly beautiful fellow agents. “Ready to get your ass kicked again Sean?” She shifted into a fight stance bouncing on the balls of her feet.
He groaned as he settled into fighting stance. “Of course its you...Damn Thia why did you change your hair, makes it difficult for men to develop even a shred of ego...” He rolled his shoulders and settled. “Though it looks amazing.”
She shrugged and rolled her shoulders, “Thanks Sean, but compliments will get you no where. And my left shoulder is still on R and R along with the backs of my ribs.”
Sean nodded his affirmative and crooked his fingers to her, they both slid into a beautiful fluid dance of punches and kicks circling each other with predatory grace. After a half hour of constant fluid movement the two had attracted a small crowd that was awed by the savage beauty of the dance they were watching. Thia’s watch beeped softly at the hour and she smiled at Sean before with a lightning snap of her leg she had swung down to sweep him off his feet and onto his back while she straightened. “You still don’t catch that one do you?”
Sean rolled his eyes and took her offered hand as he got up. “Seeing as I landed on my ass again I’d say obviously not.” He walked to his bag and tossed her a bottle of water as they both toweled off and sat down on the mats to stretch together and chat about life outside of the agency.