Writers Paradise
Heathen looked out over the beach with a satisfied smile on his face. He had bought this little island from the state department for next to nothing, then declared it a country and had gotten a few billion in foreign aid from the UN. Opening it up as a retreat for the writers from the lounge was just icing on the cake.
The scene below him was varied as all the writers engaged in their favorite activities. Cat was out in the surf with one of the beach hunks, laughing and splashing. The sunlight dancing off the water droplets on her naked breasts.
Friday was just closing her laptop and looking over the male population deciding which she wanted to help her with her “research” for the story she was supposed to be writing. As soon as one of the males caught her eye, she led him away to one of the bungalows.
The sounds of more ‘research’ met his ears as Ali cried out in passion. He had lost count of the times her voice had been lifted up in climax just that morning. During a break in the action, she stated that she wasn’t writing anything at the moment, but was ‘researching’ for the hell of it.
TonyJ looked up from the computer screen at the sounds coming from two bungalows now. He was working on the upcoming issue of Perverts Monthly Journal, enlarging the breasts of the models and removing the underwear from the up-skirt pictures.
Close by Arty was desperately trying to get his cellar dug before Friday found the latest story he had written about her. He really thought “Friday and the chain gang” would be a big hit. He was having problems though when the soft sand kept filling the hole back in.
Heathen knew Tracey was busy in the main house, interviewing the new crop of beach studs. All had to pass her ‘rigid’ inspection and she always seemed to want to check the whole bunch out once a week just to make sure they could ‘stay up’ to her standards.
Frank was typing furiously on his keyboard, trying to get
the next chapter of DoaL completed before he had to give a demonstration on
the finer points of muff-diving.
Typing away while he was preparing for the class, he looked down to
realize he had Warren eating out every woman on the Olympic team - twice.
“They are just going to have to chant a while longer” he grumbled
as he moved toward the clubhouse.
He could see Rod
moving among the guests watching closely for any infraction of the rules
committed by the naked beach bunnies. If
someone didn’t break a rule pretty soon, he was going to have to make up
something. The paddle he
concealed behind his back twitched in his hand.
One of the bunnies snuck up and grabbed the paddle, smacking him
squarely on the left cheek. He
yelped in surprise then took off after the offending nymph uttering threats of
retribution only if she would do it again.
That Loving
Husband Bob was scribbling away on a pad of paper surrounded by several of the
bunnies. He was getting the names
and important data of each of them in order to do an ‘interview’ later
this evening. Those interviews
would last as long as he did, of that he was certain.
A loud war whoop
came from the party tent. MarkReed
had found the punch for the night’s orgy again.
He came running out in a tiny black Speedo stopping only long enough to
hug every object that he could find. Heathen
shook his head. Someone had put
too much of Love Potion #9 in the punchbowl again.
A look at Tony’s grinning face revealed who the culprit was.
Mycroft was
wandering around the area dividing his time between correcting the others
writing, and an occasional grope of the bunnies that happened to get close
enough to him. The distraction
was becoming too much and he allowed himself to be led to the orgy room on the
main floor.
Paradox was
missing, but Heathen knew he was snug in his casket in the room that was
designed just for him. The sign
on the door stated that no honey or chocolate syrup was allowed inside. This rule was strictly obeyed after a certain muse was
severely chastised for the infraction. He
would be out shortly after sundown to join in the festivities.
A smooth voice
from inside the suite broke Heathen from his revelry. He turned to look at the redhead that was lounging naked in
the spa. Her innocent and
youthful looks belied the tigress within.
“Ready for another round?” Her
sultry voice drew him back in.
“Be right there
Alyson” As long as she was busy here, she would not be looking for Paradox
and his casket. He joined the
redhead in the tub, sliding into her warm embrace.
“Ahhh. Life is good” he sighed.
~~~FINIS ~~~~