The Bimbo App Bimbos in Paradise Ch. 01

Bimbofying the Hot New Hires

Keone "Ken" Kekoa

I dreamed of owning my own Hawaiian resort as I plunged the cleaning brush into the toilet at the Grand Hyatt. Right there on the beaches of Honolulu, the perfect place for a hotel to be built. Where people flocked all over the world.

I was so close to my dream, but I had to work the terrible job of cleaning toilets. I was in maintenance. It was my job to unclog toilets, fix broken pipes, and do all the other odd jobs. Like cleaning the public bathrooms.

I was in the bathroom near the pool, scrubbing at the toilets the guests used, wishing for something more. To get beyond the pittance I made. I flushed the toilet, washing the cleaner vanish around it. I rose and knocked any dust off my jumpsuit. I wore a dark-blue one with my name on it. Ken. I went by Ken as opposed to my full Hawaiian name.

My mom was a traditional woman. I had no idea about my dad. I never met him. He was dead. Died when I was a baby. He wouldn't have just scrubbed toilets. He would have made his dream a reality. But how could I do that when I made barely more than minimum wage?

I put my supplies in a cart and pushed it out of the bathroom. A pair of tan women in bikinis walked by chatting, a blonde and a brunette. They had beach-ready bodies. Firm thighs, flat stomachs, perky tits, and plump asses. I watched them sauntering by, not giving me a second look.

I was invisible.

God, they were sexy. Their bikini bottoms clung to their butt-cheeks, hugging their rump. I wanted to whistle, but I didn't need a complaint that would get me yelled at back in HR if not fired outright for perving on the guests.

"Ken!"

I jumped and glanced to the side to see one of the managers glaring at me. Ms. Tenant glared at me. A blonde-haired woman who wore her tresses in a tight bun. Her blue eyes burned behind her glasses as she strode up on her heels.

"Yes, Ms. Tenant?" I said, trying to keep my annoyance out of my voice.

"Our guests don't want to see a plumber standing around," she said, stopping before me. She gave me a hard look. "And they especially don't want to be stared at by one. You get out of sight right now! If I catch you leering at our guests again..."

"Sorry, Ms. Tenant," I muttered. The woman was useless. She didn't do anything at the resort but stalk around and yell at the maintenance and facility staff. She made our schedules for dumb reason when she didn't understand a thing we did. I was only here because she told me to clean the restroom.

I pushed my cart down the hall toward the "Employee Only" door that led into the bowels of the hotel. The unseen staff hallways that ran through the place so we could move about as unseen as possible. I felt her eyes on me the entire way.

I backed my cart through the door and into the unfinished hallways. Pipes ran over my head. I headed down to the supply closet. I was done for the day. I thought about those girls. If I had my own resort, I could ogle the hotties in their bikinis. Watch them sunbathing by the pool, rubbing tanning oil into their firm, young bodies. They would gleam as they lay there, drinking in the warmth of the sun.

My dick was hard in my cock.

The supply cart put away, I clocked out. I headed into the locker room and took off my jumpsuit. The facility would wash it. I tossed it into a big bin. My locker had spares. I left my work boots behind, too. I wore my tennis shoes, shots, and a t-shirt.

I stretched as I passed the mirror, catching my golden-brown face in the mirror, my black hair short and combed. I sighed. I was a handsome enough guy. I would look great in an expensive suit driving a pricey car around Honolulu. The women would flock to me.

I just needed to get the money for the resort.

I headed to my cheap, beat-up Toyota. It was older than I was, the driver's door blue while the rest of the car was white. The paint peeled on the hood and fender, faded from the sun. A crack ran across the windshield. The fan belt whined to life as it started it.

I drove home, climbing up into the hills around Honolulu to the perfect sport. I stopped my car there at an empty lot. The footprint of an old hotel that had been torn down a few years ago still remained. It was on the cliff, overlooking the ocean with a path down to the beach below. It was a breathtaking price.

I stopped my car there, picturing my resort. Imagining it in my mind's eye. Just seeing it. It would be perfect. I knew it would be a perfect spot. If I could just get the millions of dollars. I sighed at that. It was impossible.

I'd be a glorified plumber for the rest of my life.

I drove the rest of the way home. Mom's car wasn't in the driveway. She was probably out working one of her jobs. She cleaned rooms at several resorts, moving about to where she was needed. She had all my life. A maid.

I was beat. I headed inside and snagged a beer out of the fridge. A cheap Miller Lite. Things were so expensive on the Islands if they had to be imported from the Mainland. I chugged it as I headed to my room. I had worked all day long, starting way before the sun was up. I would love to move out of my Mom's little bungalow, but the prices were so much.

She bought this place when the market crashed back in '09. Nowadays...

I fell onto my bed and grabbed my pillow. I tossed my phone on the nightstand and closed my eyes. It beeped with a notification, but I didn't care. Sleep fell on me. Bikini-clad girls danced in my mind as I fell off onto sleep.

I woke up with a snort. It was dark. I blinked and groaned, stretching. It was just past two in the morning. I yawned and stretched my back. I didn't have work tomorrow. I grabbed the beer and drank the rest of it, not caring it had gone flat. I grabbed my phone, feeling horny. I wanted to jack off to some porn and fall back asleep. Mom was probably home, so I had to keep the voice down.

I swiped my phone open and shoved my hand into my shorts, pulling out my hard cock. I had a notification I had never seen before. A message popped up across my screen in a flash of pink sparks.

Congratulations, you've been chosen for the Beta Version of the Bimbo App ~ Hawaiian Resort Edition

"The fuck?" I muttered, my hand sliding off my cock as I read what it said.

Want to manage your own hotel with a staff of gorgeous, horny, air-headed bimbos? Now you can! Build rooms, hire sluts, and keep your customers happy to make more money to upgrade your hotel and hire more bimbos! Sex sells, and with your airheads, you'll own a resort that will draw all the tourists.

You know you want to be up to your neck in sexy bimbo beauties all horny and ready to please you! Do you want to install the app and have all your dreams come true?

YES and NO buttons appeared, both of them pulsing.

It was so sort of hotel management game but with a sexy twist. I was horny. It sounded fun. I clicked YES before I could really think about it. As it started to download, I realized it could be malware. I sighed. Oh, well, too late now. And maybe it would be sexy to play. Like one of those sims games. I had used all the nude mods on Sims 4 when I was younger.

Finally, the App opened up. I started out with $130,000 Bimbo Bucks. Yep, they were called Bimbo Bucks. It was a lot of money. The interface showed a map of Hawaii. The big islands. A message appeared on the screen.

First, choose your plot to build your Bimbo Resort. You can select any of the main islands. Choose carefully because different locations have different difficulties! You don't want your resort to go bankrupt before you've had a chance to be dick-deep in all the bimbo snatch you want!

Such a horny game. I clicked on Oahu, the island that Honolulu was one. There was the city. The roads. I stared at it. The plots were all real plots. They were expensive, too. They ranged between $90,000 and $110,00 dollars. Some were real resorts which were the pricey ones, but others were different sports around the island and...

The spot that I loved to stare at was available for $90,000. One of the cheapest but it also had a higher difficulty. It wasn't the best spot, but it was my dream spot. And it was only a game. So what if it lost. Big whoop.

I bought it, dropping to $40,000 Bimbo Bucks.

Congratulations! You own your own plot! Now you need to build a manager's office, manager's apartment, hotel kitchen, hotel laundry room, lobby, and three guest rooms to start your resort! Earn money to upgrade the level of your resort.

It took $200,000 to reach level 2.

First, name your resort!

I thought about it, my hand absently stroking my cock. I was horny and into this game. It would be a long day at work tomorrow. I thought about it and settled on... Bimbo Paradise Inn. I typed it and hit the CONFIRM button.

It was like playing Sims 4. I was given a grid of the lot and tools to build the rooms. I had to select them from a list and draw them out on the grid. The bigger the room, the more it costs. I had to keep it under the $40,000 mark and buy all the stuff at the minimum.

My hand left my cock as I got into it. This was like building my own resort. I started drawing on my phone, outlining the manager's office. I watched the money shifting. This would be a balancing act. I made an office that had the bare minimum to fit in the desk and chair. Off that, I put in my apartment. I supposed my avatar would live there as he managed the hotel.

There would probably be life management stuff. Like hunger and hygiene and sleep and the like. I had to put a bathroom and a bed into it. I had other frills I could by, but I was keeping this bare bones for now.

Weirdly, I could only put a king-size bed into the room. It had no option for a smaller size.

The manager's office connected to the hotel lobby behind the concierge's desk. I put some furniture for waiting guests but held off on any more decorations until I had the rest built. I played around with putting in the hotel kitchen and laundry room. I put them adjacent to the manager's office and apartment. Off to the side in a hallway closed off by an "Employee Only Door." That space was cheaper to make.

I had to staff the kitchen with the bare minimum. It had all sorts of ovens and counters and supplies. I could expend it to offer more types of food for my guests, but, again, it was the bare minimum. After all, I would only have three rooms.

I built those next, thrusting off from the lobby down a short hallway. Three rooms built on the edge of the cliff with a great view of the Pacific. I built the same. Bathroom. Cabinet. TV. Two of the rooms had two queens the third room a king for some variety. They all had large windows looking out on the sea. Showers. Some cheap hotel art on the wall. A few chairs scattered throughout the room.

They weren't luxury rooms, but they weren't terrible. After furnishing them, I was left with $1000 Bimbo Bucks. I had a feeling I had to hire staff, so I didn't want to

It uses up most of the money. $1000 left after furnishing them. The sun was coming up as I stared at it. I yawned. I had been doing this for hours. Shit. It was just so much fun to fiddle with it. I had shifted things around a few times, working to get the right balance of things.

I clicked the BUILD button, a pink oval around the white words.

Are you certain you're ready to build? YES or NO.

I was certain. I hit YES eager for the part of the game when the sexy bimbos would appear now. The phone buzzed for a moment and warm air blew out of the exhaust hole on the top. The screen burst with pink sparks and an image of my resort appeared. I had chosen everything, the exterior look, the roofing. The sign out front. There was a driveway up to the front and some parking. I had placed a few decorative trees out front.

Congratulations on building the Bimbo Paradise Inn! Now drive to the location and start hiring from your new manager's office. You need to hire 1 Bimbo Concierge, 1 Bimbo Maid, and 1 Bimbo Cook before you can open! Good luck!

Drive to the location? What was this, some crazy ARG?

I heard my mom in the shower. She was getting ready for her day. I frowned. Drive to the location? That was so weird. I supposed it had to be using Geotags. Maybe I would get close and it would activate more functions. So weird. I bet I could see it rendered through the phone like how Pokemon appeared in the world with Pokemon Go. Something like that.

I climbed out of bed, snagged my keys, and headed down the hall. They jangled, feeling a tad heavier than normal. I slipped past the bathroom, wanting to avoid Mom. She was always pushing me to be better. Never satisfied with me just working maintenance jobs at one of the hotels. The one she didn't have a job at.

"You can do better, Keone," she would say, lecturing me in that mom way. She was the only person who called me Keone. "I believe in you. Why don't you just get that plumber's certificate? They've taught you the basics. There's good money in plumbing. Everyone needs their toilets fixed."

I didn't want to fix shitters for the rest of my life. I wanted to be a business magnate. To build hotels. To become rich and famous. Get my own dumb reality show. Maybe become the president that everyone would hate.

I drove to the sight, yawning. I wanted to get a breakfast burrito or something. Or go back to bed. The excitement that kept me up all night was fading as I drove to the sight. I yawned as I pulled up before it. I stared at the location. At the bungalow-looking resort built on the cliff with a few palm trees...

What the fuck?

I pulled into the driveway that led up to the front of the Bimbo Paradise Inn. It was... fucking real. There was a building here. It wasn't ARG. I wasn't staring at it through my phone. My car crept up to the front, a roundabout for people to drop off their luggage. I pulled up before the hotel. The doors were closed. The lights off.

"No fucking way," I muttered. I pinched my cheek.

Pain flared.

"No fucking way," I groaned again. This was impossible. This could not be here. It was so wrong. This wasn't how things worked. A hotel didn't magically pop into existence just because I drew it on an app. That was impossible.

I turned off my car, my keys jangling. I stared at them. I had... extra keys on them. And a keycard. It was a universal key card like the maids had at the Grand Hyatt. The ones that could open any guest room in the hotel.

"The fuck," I muttered as I closed my car door and stared at the keys. I shifted through them and came to a heavy key that I just knew opened the front doors. I marched up to them and thrust the key into the door. I twisted them.

They whisked open now onto the lobby. It was there. The couches with the gray fabric where right where I placed them. The concierge desk. With its computer and phone and the card reader. The few potted plants. The walls were the same color. The carpet. I stumbled down the hallway to the first room, 101. I pressed the keycard against the lock.

It clicked and whirled.

I opened it up onto a room with two queen beds with the beige comforters and pillows. I stumbled past the TV to the windows that looked out on the Pacific. The view I envisioned. A burst of laughter bubbled through my throat.

There was no way I owned this. How could I own it? Someone else owned this plot of land. $90,000 Bimbo Bucks couldn't be worth the real price of this property. It had to be in the millions of dollars. And to build this place for $39,000 was another impossibility.

"What the fuck is going on?"

I stumbled out of the rooms and darted down to the kitchen. Full of stainless steel tables, counters, the oven and stoves, the sinks, the copper-bottom pots and pans hanging from the racks. The laundry room had several banks of industrial washers and dryers with a few laundry carts.

I went to the office. The desk and chair with the computer were there. I shuddered and peered into the apartment. My apartment. I shuddered and went back to the desk. There was paperwork on it. It included a deed for this property.

It had signatures on it. I had bought it. I had signed it. So had the bankrupt resort company that used to own the hotel. It was all legal. I sank onto my cheap computer chair. My phone beeped again. I pulled it out.

Do you wish to start interviewing candidates for the three open positions?

A hysterical laughter burst out of my throat as I hit YES. Why the fuck not.

The phone buzzed for a moment. Sparks flared.

The women are waiting in the lobby to be interviewed. Hit the Interview Candidate Button to send one in. After interviewing them, you can choose to hire them or dismiss them. There are only a limit number of candidates to interview per day. If you choose to hire them, aim your phone at them and bimbofy them. Then select what role they will work. Choose carefully to have the best-running bimbo resort. Good luck.

I hit the Interview Candidate button and almost instantly the doors opened and a young woman entered. She was Hawaiian, like me, with golden-brown skin and wavy, black hair. She had a perky disposition. She wore a nice blouse and a pencil skirt. She sat, her breasts clearly large and bouncing.

"Hi," she said, thrusting a resume across the desk. "I'm Iolana Nani! I'm so excited to work here."

"Right, right," I said and glanced at her resume. She worked at the Four Seasons as the night time concierge. She was twenty-two and had a few other jobs at fast-food restaurants.

"I have experience working concierge," she said. "Though I'm hoping to get away from working nights. I would like to see the sun." She giggled.

"Right, right," I said, staring at her. She was cute. I just had to hire her by bimbofying her? I could do that. This was so wild. "Well, you have the experience, and you're cute."

"Cute?" Her eyebrows frowned as I raised my phone. "Wait, did you say cute? You're just hiring me because I'm pretty? That's disgusting." She stood. "I don't want to work for a pig."

Bimbofy Iolana Nani and hire her for your resort? YES or No

I hit YES as she turned around, her skirt hugging her rump. Suddenly, a pink light flashed around her. She was naked, her rump quivering. The faint lines of her panties faded from across her golden-brown ass. She spun about, her big boobs heaving. I expected her to be angry with me. Furious.

Instead, she had this look of empty-headed joy on her face. She bounced up and down, those Double D's of hers heaving. They were do delicious to watch bouncing. She had dark-brown nipples, each pierced by a silver barbell. A thick bush adorned her pussy, her black curls hiding her twat.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, I'm so happy wappy to worky for you, Mistery Ken!" She squealed in delight, not a thought in her mind.

Holy shit, I really bimbofied her. My phone buzzed as I watched the giddy thing. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. I loved how she called me Mr. Ken. I liked that a lot. And she was a babe. Hotter than any of my girlfriends. I glanced down at my phone.

Please Select her Role! Beneath that were three choices: Concierge, Maid, or Cook.

HINT: Remember the interview and pick the role best suited for the bimbo.

Well, that was easy. I hit Concierge which was followed by the standard YES or NO prompts. I hit YES and a pink light flashed around her again. She gasped as she was now in her new concierge uniform. It was so fucking slutty.