Tempest at Crystal Beach

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

Her pleas were to no avail.

Her wispy top floated along the surface of the pool as she watched helplessly then cried out as José’s rough hands captured her breasts mauling roughly.
Deanna moaned.
His touch was so different from Duncan’s smooth “never-done-a-day’s-work-in-my-life” hands.
Callouses snared at her sensitive flesh.
As if fascinated by the milky globes José crushed and squeezed; the sight of his large dark hands all over her soft supple flesh arousing Deanna almost as much as his demanding touch.

Deanna’s mind ran riot.
The risk she was taking was beyond foolhardy and yet this man was so virile, her body could not help responding to him, responding with a base need she had not known she even possessed.
Laid out in the water, legs curled around him, Deanna humped against José’s rock hard shaft.
How long had it been since she had been pleasured by a hot pulsating cock, the size of which he sported now?

She felt every throb as her sensitive sex grazed and ground against him, their crotches rising and falling causing Deanna’s pussy to contract in need.
She arched her back and gave a loud groan.
This was forbidden.
The setting was ideal, but so risky.

"Stop.."

Her words were a futile gasp.

"No."

His voice was gruff and determined.

Deanna felt herself lifted, sat at the pool edge.

"You have beautiful breasts."

She blushed hotly.
José took advantage of her embarrassment to strip her of the remains of her suit.
She gasped eyes wide and shocked.

"You have beautiful legs."

Kisses were dropped on her knees … her thighs … and then his head dipped between her legs, his hot breath caressing her now molten sex.
God! Nooo!
Her mind screamed caution, but the stroking fingers ignited the flame causing a searing need to blaze through her body.

Her eyes fluttered closed.
His cock had felt so good rubbing up against her.
The touch of his fingers exquisite in their sweet torture.
She could only imagine what it would feel like to have his hot rod shoved inside her grasping sex …

Again as of their own volition Deanna wound her legs about him capturing his head and pushing her cunt towards him.

”Ohhhh Goddd…!”

The low moaned exclamation escaped her as she felt José’s tongue flick and lap causing her petals to open up to his solicitous attentions.

Deanna became aware of the telephone ringing out at the same time as José.

He paused raising his head from between her legs.

”Duncan..?”

She whispered visibly tensing.
She had not even thought of Maria.

”Answer it … “

She whispered reluctantly.
José looked as if he would refuse.

”Please … he’s crazy right now … if … “

She did not complete the thought.
Duncan had treated her so cruelly that morning, if he knew that what she had been doing with this man, she had no idea how he would react!

”Please … “

Her voice was more insistent and edged with fear.
The previous arousal now gone and replaced with an icy heaviness in the pit of her stomach.

José eyed her curiously but made no comment.
He nodded finally and pulled himself out of the water before turning wordlessly to get the telephone.
Quickly Deanna scooted round and pulled on her discarded suit and lifting herself out of the pool tied the robe tightly around her.
It was not that their brief coupling embarrassed her; she was more shocked at the raw need he could arouse in her.

She raised her head trying to gauge his mood as José padded back to her.

”Duncan…?”

She asked breathlessly.

 

[ariosto]

He nodded, his expression was inscrutable.
He held out his hand to help her up.
"Yes."
The party for now at least was over.

Deanna reluctantly stood up, his arms circled around her and pulled her close.
"He's on his way up. Told me to tell you to that his back was acting up again and he wanted the special massage.'
José smiles a sad smile.
"He said you'd know what he meant."

She leaned her head against him.
He wasn't sure if it was pool water from her hair or tears that he felt on his chest.
"It's allright.
Believe me I know what it's all about."

She stepped back and looked into his dark eyes.
"How long have you been with Maria?"

"Longer than you have with Carlyle. I remember the last one he brought but she was different... she was happy with her situation."

Deanna slipped away and knelt to pick up her bathing suit but found herself suddenly scooped up in José's strong arms...lifted up completely and carried inside.
Her arms were around his neck her body pressed tight against him.
"What are you doing?..I have to get dressed."

"Why's that?" He said kicking open the door to the bedroom.
"You'll be naked again soon enough."

She twisted free of him and moved away.
"You need to go. Duncan is crazy. I don't know whay he'll do."

Santiago strode forward, grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall.
She felt his cock hard and erect, pressing against her belly as he leaned close.

Panic! She could hear the car coming up the road.
She opened her mouth to protest but his lips found hers and his tongue took her words away.
His hands slid down her sides, closed tight on her hips and raised her till only her toes touched the floor...
Then he thrust himself between her legs, his cock pushing through the soft gate of her sex.
Deanna gasped! Iit was a quick deep penetration, she wasn't ready for it...it hurt.

She fought against him, imbedding him more firmly inside her body...
The sound of the car coming up from the casino was growing louder.
"STOP JOSE..MY GOD He's almost here!"
"Deanna," he whispered against her lips.
"Feel me inside you...I'm coming back you hear me, coming back to finish what we've started."

He kissed her again and then slipped away into the white heat of the afternoon.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

"Yes. He's on his way up. Told me to tell you to that his back was acting up again and he wanted the special massage. He said you'd know what he meant."

Deanna sighed her head resting against José's chest.
Duncan had never been ... discrete ... he had no reason to be ... but now it seemed he delighted in humiliating her.

"It's allright.
Believe me I know what it's all about."

She told him flatly before drawing back and eyeing José curiously.

"How long have you been with Maria?"

He seemed not to mind the question.

"Longer than you have with Carlyle. I remember the last one he brought but she was different... she was happy with her situation."

She opened her mouth to say that she was happy enough ... but she knew it was no longer true.
She moved away trying to make herself look presentable.
She had known exactly what she was doing ... and Duncan had been sweet ... demanding ... but not unreasonably so ... and now ... he had begun to frighten her ... he had become unpredicatable and ...

Deanna gave a cry as José pulled her to him.

"What are you doing?..I have to get dressed."

"Why's that? You'll be naked again soon enough."

Deanna blushed hotly.
What he said was true, but did he have to be so ... blatant about it?
She turned in shock seeing he had kicked the bedroom door open.
She pulled urgently to free herself.

"You need to go. Duncan is crazy. I don't know what he'll do."

Deanna was frightened, not only by Duncan, but by José's determination.
Didn't he understand?
Or was it just that he didn't care what Duncan did to her?
She cired out as he grabbed her and pushed her against the bedroom wall ...
Santiago strode forward, grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall.
His grip hurt. She struggled.
His cock was rock hard and massive as he trapped her body with his.

Oh God! Duncan's car!

She struggled as he kissed her.
His mouth hungry and demanding.
He was no longer sensual, erotic, but pillaged her mouth stopping her protests.

The hands at her sides grabbed her hips and pulled her upwards making her strain, just balancing on her toes.

AAAAAaahhhh!"

The loud gasp burst forth as she wrenched her mouth away from his her cunt seemingly torn in two as he rammed his hot fucktool into her burying it to the hilt in one hard thrust.

"Nooooo!"

She did not want Duncan to find her like this!
She did not want him to take her like this!
Why was it that Duncan had raped her with the dildo only that morning and now ...

She fought him, in mad panic.
Realising all to late that her struggles were causing her to be still more firmly impaled on that rigid cock.

"STOP JOSE..MY GOD He's almost here!"

The fear in her voice finally got through to him.
Even though José was forcing her, it was Duncan Deanna feared.

"Deanna,"

His voice was gentle. His breath caressed her lips.

"Feel me inside you...I'm coming back you hear me, coming back to finish what we've started."

She eyed him torn between hating him for treating her like a piece of ass and craving him to make love to her properly ... his hard cock given to her, rather than being rammed up inside her as if punishing her for her relationship with Duncan.

She squirmed not returning his hot kiss.
Her eyes met him as their mouths broke apart.
He said nothing, but the message was clear.

Almost as roughly as when he had stuffed his cock into her, José pulled it out.
She gave a soft whimper and relaxed her body standing unsteadily upon her bare flat feet.
His cock stood proudly erect.
Despite the painful penetration, Deanna could see her own juices glistening on his cock.
With a final kiss he turned and left her.

The voices outside made her spring into action.
She threw her robe over the chair, hung up her swimsuit and rapidly ran a brush through her hair.

Quickly she pulled back the light covers and slipped into the bed.
Her chest was heaving in panic as she heard José's laugh and was temporarily grateful for waylaying Duncan long enough for Deanna to calm her nerves.

"Hi baby .... "

She purred praying she could carry this off.

"I thought after my swim ... I'd test out ... all the facilities ... "

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes over bright ... she knew she had to have some feasible explanation without rousing Duncan's suspicions.

She watched him cross to the bed.
She could not make out the look in his eye.
In one swift movement he wrenched back the covers, his eyes widening at the sight of her body.

Deanna purred and began to rock her hips.
Her fingers were firmly planted between her legs, thumb strumming her clit whilst she finger fucked herself.

This would explain her breathlessness.
This would please Duncan ...
And hopefully it would cover any sign that José had rammed his massive cock inside her cunt.

"Want that massage ... or shall we play baby..?"

She invited, legs spread hips rocking.
Everyone was treating her like a whore.
She might aswell act like one!

 

[ariosto]

Duncan's face was frighteningly calm. She noticed a bit of flush to his cheeks and nose, a glitter to his eyes. Sure signs of his heavy drinking but to any one else he seemed quite proper, a real english gentleman...

"You play Deanna. I think I'll just sit here and watch you."
He sank down in the bedroom's broad wicker chair and threw a leg nonchalantly over the arm.

She paused, realising how she must look, with her legs wide open before him and her fingers wet with her own recent arousal.

"I said go on dear girl, please...fuck yourself. I love to watch your expression when you cum."
He smiled and held up a camera, a small digital. Before she knew it he'd snapped several pictures of her laying there spread wide, displayed like a Hustler centerfold.

"Don't do that."
She sat up on the bed pulling the covers tightly around her.
"Don't take pictures of me."

"But why?"
He was staring at the small lit screen on the camera, showing the last picture.
"Quite nice..here you want to look?"

He thrust the camera towards her but she ignored it, slipping from the bed and walking to the bathroom.

Duncan shrugged and tossed the camera on to the bedside table.
"How was he...the brown skinned boy.
Does he have a big cock Deanna?"

She slammed the door and locked it.


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Maria watched José climb out of the jeep. She leaned over the railing and motioned for him to come up. It was the hottest part of the day. A time when Miss Capablanca put work aside for an hour and indulged herself.
Santiago was usualy part of the agenda.

He knew that he smelled of pussy, knew that as soon as she got close she'd know he'd been with Duncan's girl and Duncan was a paying customer.
He needed a shower.
"Hang on I'll be right up."

His roomwas dark and cool and he wanted to lay down on the bed, close his eyes and think of the pretty gringa.
Simple thing to want...simple enough.

The phone rang.
He let it. It was Maria no doubt, telling him to get his ass upstairs.

On the seventh ring he picked up...
"José my boy..." It was Carlyle.
"I wanted to remind you to be on the yacht at 8 tonight.
Deanna is especially anxious to see you. Says she barely had time to get aquainted....oh and wear white, to set off the darkness of your skin."
He was laughing as he hung up.
Santiago wasn't.

Maria was lying on the bed, ready for him.
He knew she would be. By now she'd have chased her cocktails with a nosefull of 'blow' and her imagination and libido would be
steaming.
He took a drag on the smoke she offered, feeling the rush almost instantly. Good 'stuff', really GOOD stuff was part of Daddy's business afterall.
He smiled at her provacative attire or lack of it and began to strip.
He took his time, she liked to watch...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

Deanna kept the smile pinned to her face.
He was drunk … no not drunk … but he had had more than enough to be unpredictable … more unpredictable than usual.

"You play Deanna. I think I'll just sit here and watch you."

Deanna almost faltered, but schooled her features and continued to move her fingers as he sat in the chair and lounged lazily watching her perform.
She paused.
That is what he was doing. Treating her like some cheap sideshow, his eyes showing little more than a cursory interest.

"I said go on dear girl, please...fuck yourself. I love to watch your expression when you cum."

His smile, the first sign of connection, kindness temporarily calmed her, but the instant her fingers began to play over her clit and then dived into her still wet hole, she heard the click of the camera and froze.
The digital was held in his hand.
He raised it again, aiming the lens at her.

"Don't do that."

His actions humiliated her afresh. She covered herself up seeking the protection of the bedding and trying to stop her face flaming.

"Don't take pictures of me."

Although she knew it was unwise there was an angry edge to her voice.

"But why?"

Rather than react in anger, Duncan’s voice was smooth calm.
His attention was fixed on the small screen as he scrolled through the pictures.

"Quite nice..here you want to look?"

His words made her bristle.
She was laid out like a whore and the picture was “quite nice”?
Compared to what?
She pushed the camera out of the way, but it was too late.
She had seen the last picture, seen the graphic picture of her glistening pussy, her fingers, her legs, her …
She slid from the bed and walked towards the bathroom.
She needed to escape Duncan’s eyes and she had an urge to wash, to shower, to make herself clean.
She felt sullied suddenly.

"How was he...the brown skinned boy. “

Deanna stopped in her tracks and turned around meeting Duncan’s eyes.
They were hard, cold.
Even though his voice held the tone of casual enquiry, Deanna knew she was on dangerous ground.

”Does he have a big cock Deanna?"

She wanted to fling his words back at him.
Tell him YES … it was fucking massive … and YES she wanted it.
And NO … Duncan did not even compare to Jose’s virility.
But she knew she could not.

Instead her sudden hatred of this man showed in her eyes, her expression momentarily unguarded, before she turned and stalked towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and pressing her back against it, as if to shut it out.

She was sure she could hear Duncan laughing: a mirthless laugh.
How long would he continue to torment her like this?
If he suspected … if he knew … then why didn’t he just …

She moved forward and switched on the shower.
She moved under the hot water turning the jet on full and feeling the painful tingle of water as it pummelled her body.
She leaned forward and placed her hot forehead on the tiles.
She wasn’t about to leave Duncan for an over-endowed native, but she wasn’t going to stay with Duncan if he continued to use her like this.

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José was a fool if he thought that she, Maria did not know what he’d been up to.
She could tell by the way he held himself, by the spring in his step as he turned to follow her summons that he had been playing away.

Duncan’s milksop bitch

Perhaps the insipid girl brought out all of José’s protective urges.
Or perhaps he just wanted to ram some pathetic creature that would lie down and take it and not challenge him in any way.
Hell Maria didn’t understand how the child could retain Duncan’s interest for any length of time.
Either way José would soon get bored.

And where was he anyway!?!?

He needed reminding who was boss here.
But for such a mewling little bitch?
She wasn’t going to deign his philandering with a reaction … but he would pay.
Maria would get her revenge …

As if on cue, Maria turned her attentions to her boy.
Her eyes narrowed eyeing him carefully as José entered his eyes running over the silk sheets clinging to her naked curves as she lay in the bed.
She summoned him to her side and accepted his kisses, accepted the touch of his hands on her body.
He was newly showered.
He had obviously needed to cover his tracks.

”How good of you to shower for me …”

She purred.

”Though you know I don’t mind the scent of clean honest toil … “

She licked is neck and kissed it.

”After all … you work for me … “

She murmured as she captured his flesh between her teeth and gave a deliberate nip.

”And I own you … don’t I babe … “

She smiled possessively as he turned to peel off his garments slowly one by one …

”Yess … a fine piece of meat … my bit of rough … “

She commentated as he slowly revealed himself to her.

”Come to bed.”

The words were a command.
She drew him towards her.

”Service me … “

She pulled his head towards her and directed him to suck at her breasts … to lick and tongue her pussy.
As ever José obeyed, but his assault on her body was rougher than usual.
Maria smirked as she sensed his frustration.
He wanted the sweet pale little Miss … and instead…
The girl had better watch out … if she ever posed a threat to Maria … why then …

”Ahhhh!”

Maria gave a squeal as José bit her clit.

”My pet wants to turn savage ….?”

She taunted him laughing and perversely turned on by the anger she felt as she provoked him.
She wound her fingers through his hair and pulled his head closer to her crotch.

”For a beast on heat your tastes seem to have become somewhat … insipid of late … “

She swung a hand slapping him on his ass and felt him grab her wrist roughly.
Her eyes sparkled.

”Mate with me … “

She whispered the command and gasped as José fell upon her body, taking her wildly, roughly, fucking her as he let out all his frustration and anger.

 

[ariosto]

*..I'll fuck you, you bitch, you fucking guinea whore..I'll split you in half by GOD I WILL!*


His rough brown hands, grabbed her ankles and jerked her legs wide open.
He slid his cock along her pussy one time and then rammed himself inside with enough force to lift her ass off the bed and make her grab at the covers for support.
She was hot and slick..Maria was always ready...no foreplay required... unless SHE wanted it.
He leaned into her hard, pressing his cock deeper and deeper...she was laughing..laughing...

"Whats the matter José, did Duncan arrive to early? Did you get your hands on her tits? Are they as pretty as mine?"

She pushed her heavy breasts together, forcing the dark coral tips towards him.
She had a great rack of boobs, if you liked them nice and plump.
Santiago sank his teeth into them.
She liked that. Her pussy closed tight around his plunging cock, squeezing it, milking it. Her hips were jerking up with each thrust, driving her cunt onto his cock as much as he was driving it into her.

His teeth scissored into the tender tight skin of her nipples and she cried out, at the same time arching upwards and crushing his face into her breasts.
Her hand closed behind his head holding him tight as she locked her legs behind him and tried to crush his erection with her vaginal muscles..
It was as though she were absorbing him inside her body..she was total female..he was thirsting for the womb...
His mouth full of warm tit he began to cum, he didnt hold himself, didnt even try...she'd be pissed, so what..so fucking what...

His climax was a good one, filling Maria up with powerful ejaculations before she'd even had time to warm up...
She twisted away in time to catch the last strands of cum across her belly and sat up eyes smoldering.

José smiled and lay back on the bed, his glistening cock rapidly softening.

"Sorry."
He said at the cieling.

She grabbed his penis, and slapped it against his leg.
"We arent finished Santiago."
There was a new edge to her voice that he didn't like.
"Your cock isnt worth a shit, but you have fingers and a tongue...use 'em."


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Duncan Carlyle wondered why he was treating Deanna so badly.
Was it her aura of pale vulnerability?
Was he tired of the same old, same old?
Was he growing desperate?
He looked down at his lap, invisioned his tool, once something to be proud of and now a small, sad, shriveled thing.
Sometimes...sometimes he could still get it up, but only if he took the pills, sniffed the powder...and indulged himself in things becoming more and more macabre each time.

What would be next?
Shall I chain her...whip her...watch while that boy fucks her?
Shall I piss on her...her on me? No...no not that.
Shall I...?
His eyes brightened, a great idea!
He laughed and stood up, taking another look at the camera.
She had a lovely pussy...simply delicious.

He walked over and knocked gently on the bathroom door.
"Come on my little bonbon, we need to change before we go back to the boat..."
Only the hiss of the shower answered him.
"Should be a lovely party dont you think?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Maria / Deanna

Maria arched and moaned as she felt his thick fingers frigging her sex.

”Umm… yeah …. Come on … earn your keep … good boy … “

She knotted her fingers through his hair and shoved his head against her grinding cunt.

”Ahhhh!”

She squealed as he bit her clit and began to graze her sensitive folds with his teeth.
She pulled roughly at his hair making him ease up, but he was crazed.

”You worthless bastard … you never did like taking orders did you?”

She wound her legs around his head and began to hump his face, riding it wildly.
She would merely use him to get off on.
She pulled his hand from her cunt and dug her nails into him, keeping him from delving back inside her juicy hole.
Over and over she ground against his face rapidly approaching an orgasm until her juices flowed as she called out and spasmed uncontrollably.

”Fuck … ummm … “

She murmured huskily as Santiago’s tongue flicked out to lap up her sweet nectar.

”Enough … You have guests to see to …”

She dismissed him without a second thought, slipping out of the bed and heading towards the shower.

”Let yourself out … and straighten the covers … “

She threw over her shoulder as she moved towards the bathroom and locked it.
That would teach him!
He was not going to start calling the shots around here.
Santiago loved to eat pussy. His appetite was huge.
She switched on the shower.
Was she the first woman he had eaten out that afternoon?
The question rose unbidden.
She would teach that little bitch.
She would just make sure that Santiago knew who was boss and not merit his petty infatuation with anymore notice … but as for that little upstart.
Maria was sure she could stir things up enough to cause trouble for her with Duncan.
She grinned as she soaped herself up.
Sure Santiago was only so much meat, but she owned that piece of ass … and she didn’t share out what she hired. He was bought and paid for.
She knew he valued his … position … too much to look elsewhere for gainful …employment!


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Deanna stood in front of the mirror, staring at her own wide eyes.
Behind her the shower still ran, the noise giving her the perfect excuse to remain locked in the bathroom.
She turned as she heard Duncan’s light tapping.

"Come on my little bonbon, we need to change before we go back to the boat..."

She sighed and turned off the water.
Wrapping a towel around her naked body she braced herself to face him again.
What had gone wrong?
She and Duncan had gotten on so well before.
And now Jose … he was arrogant … had thought he could just take her …
But that cock!
Deanna tried not to groan at the thought.
He had forced inside her. He had just wanted to stuff her full.
She hated the fact he thought that Jose could take her like that but …
She was ashamed to admit it had turned her on.

"Should be a lovely party don’t you think?"

Deanna took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door, walking into the bedroom clad in the towel and grabbing a second smaller one to dry her hair.

”Yes Duncan … it could be fun … it’s a perfect setting … I see why you love the island.”

She sat in the bedroom chair and raised her eyes to his still trying to assess his mood.
She took a deep breath deciding she would try to please him then perhaps … perhaps things would calm down between them.

”Do you have anything special you want me to wear for you, hun?”

She offered, smiling softly at him and praying that he would respond in kind.

 

[ariosto]

Carlyle looked at her considering...
He seemed in a good mood, a slight flush to his face but all in all relaxed, calm, maybe whatever it was that had gotten into him had passed.

"Hmmm...how about that pretty white frock you bought in Barbados. It shows off your lovely legs and just enough of your cleavage to be shall we say...challenging."

Deanna smiled, he seemed back to normal and she did like that dress but...
"Isn't that a bit sporty for a dinner on the yacht tonight?"

He laughed,
"Nonsense! We're in the islands not at a slip in Newport are we?
Nothing is formal here. I want to host a real bacchanale not a tea party. Why before it's all over we may all be naked as Jaybirds!"

Somehow that didn't surprise her at all....


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Santiago stood, fists knotted staring at the door. He wanted to kill her.
He could have torn the door off it's hinges and gladly strangled her at that moment.
Then he remembered Jack Fischer, the man she'd been dating when he first came to the resort.
Jack was a pretty man, a rummy and a playboy. One night he'd roughed her up. Given her a black eye and some very livid bruises.
Four guys dragged him off the plane on the islands little airstrip the next morning as he was making a hasty getaway. When they'd finished with him he didn't have a face anymore and was missing his right hand and his testicles. They stuffed him back aboard but he bled to death before the plane touched down at San Juan.
Payback is swift and brutal in Maria's world.

He contented himself by spitting on the oil portrait of his employer that hung over her bead. She looked like a virginal saint in it. He spit again and shoved himself back into his clothes.

”Let yourself out … and straighten the covers … “


He glanced at the bed. It looked like a hurricane had birthed in it.
Fuck it.
He slammed the door.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Maria / Deanna

Maria stalked naked into the bedroom.
Santiago had left, as she had ordered him, as she had known he would.
She smirked as she sat at her dressing table and began to brush out her hair.

She would show him ... him and that milksop upstart!

She glanced over at the bed and felt a thrill of satisfaction.
Maria loved being in control.
Daddy had trained her well.
She was a woman to be obeyed ... and to be feared.
Maria picked up the phone and barked a few words ordering her bedlinen to be changed and her bedroom to be filled with heavily scented blooms.

Perhaps she would let Santiago earn her favour ... eventually ... but there was Duncan's little "soiree" yet ...
What exactly that old pervert was planning she was not sure, but influencial though Carlyle was Santiago was HER toy and she pulled his strings ...

She shouted for the maid to enter in answer to the timid knock on her appartment door. Enjoying the young girl's embarrasment, Maria moved away from the door and stalked across the room, pulling out lingerie and a selection of possible outfits.

"Don't stand there gawking girl, get out of my way ... start in the bathroom ... fresh towels ... and the clean bedlinen is in the ottoman ..."

She gestured dismissively noting the expression of distaste on the younger woman's face before she fled into the bathroom.

Maria laughed, then her mind went back to Ms Deanna Myles:
Before Maria had finished with her, Lil' DeeDee, would consider herself fortunate to be allowed to change Maria's soiled bedlinen, she thought with satisfaction.

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"Hmmm...how about that pretty white frock you bought in Barbados. It shows off your lovely legs and just enough of your cleavage to be shall we say...challenging."

Deanna smiled in response.
Duncan's tone was easy ... relaxed ... she detected no ...edge ...
It was almost like "old times".

"Isn't that a bit sporty for a dinner on the yacht tonight?"

Deanna enquired lightly. She had expected Duncan to want more ... formality.

"Nonsense! We're in the islands not at a slip in Newport are we?
Nothing is formal here. I want to host a real bacchanale not a tea party. "

Deanna watched as he threw back his head and laughed, reassured by his good humour.
She crossed patting her body dry and dropped her towel as she began to slip into whispy white underwear.

"Why before it's all over we may all be naked as Jaybirds!"

She smiled, but her mind worked rapidly.
Who would be naked? Her and Duncan?
That was nothing new?
But ... how did Jose fit into all this?

 

[ariosto]

José made a point of not being around the next few hours.
Uncharacteristicaly Maria had not planned out his every move for the rest of the day. He knew he'd have to be on Carlyle's boat by eight but other than that he was free...free for about three hours anyway.
He didn't go back to his room at the resort. Instead he nabbed one of the hotels minivans and drove over to San Cristobal, the islands only town.
He sat down at one of the sidewalk table's outside the Neptune Bar and began to seriously drink. He'd need a lot of internal fortification to get through the evening and night..may as well start now.
From here at least he couldn't see the resort or the damned yacht.

His mind turned once again to flight. He could do it, slip away with one of the fisherman to Saint Kitts or....

"Hello amigo, how's it hangin?"

He looked up at the tall dark, dreadlocked and tatooed form of Henry "Rastaman' Bollen.
"Need anything compadre?"

Henry was the local supplier of illicit goods of all kinds but at the moment Santiago wasn't in need of his products.
He shook his head and smiled up at the dealer.
"Not unless you have some fast actin' poison brother."

"I got dat too, how much you want?"

José sighed,
"Fuck off man, I ain't jokin'."

Henry grinned, he had a gold tooth right in front.
"Me neither, I got some bad bad stuff man . It will kill your ass you not careful."

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Duncan thought over the arrangements he'd made for tonights party.
Maria was lending him her toyboy to serve drinks and half of her house musicians for entertainement. Food and booze from the resort was already coming aboard...should be pleanty.
It wasn't going to be a big party afterall.
The guest list had been carefully prepared.
All people who would appreciate tonights unique entertainment.
He could here the furniture being moved as they prepared the salon for the show....
Duncan Carlyle was growing stiff thinking about it. He could always get a woody with his imagination. It was in the arena of the real that it let him down.
Ahh well, just be lucky you have such an inventive and creative mind Duncan my Boy, he thought to himself and began to whistle a happy tune.