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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Revisited"  Part 6  (plot, no sex)
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 6 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   "Amy is a lot smarter than most people seemingly give her
credit for," Pamela said to me, as we sat together in our
personal suite.  "She's not a dumb porno slut.  No one needed
to tell her that you have been spying on her and the others
since the summer with your hidden cameras and microphones.
Amy pretty much figured it out for herself."
   Shifting about in my chair, I took a deep breath and eyed
Pamela intently.  "How could Amy figure it out for herself?
That would be near impossible."
   "She's a smart girl," Pamela reiterated.  "Let me give
you some hints she has picked up on.  During the summer, Amy
and I came across that satellite you have stashed away on
the other side of the island.  This was before I found out
about the voyeur room, myself.  We were taking a nature walk
and just came across it, out of the blue.  I didn't think
much of it at the time, but Amy openly questioned why you
would have such a hi-tech satellite on the island."  Pamela
paused and added, "Of course, I would later find out that
all of your hidden camera feeds are sent to that satellite,
and then relayed to here - the voyeur room."
   "That was the first clue," Pamela continued.  "The second
was last night, when you told her of your computer server
and its Internet capabilities.  Then, you showed Amy that
video camera which you were going to use for her webcast.
Later, she asked me why in the world you would have such
expensive equipment on an isolated island like this...
especially if you had no prior intentions of using it."
Pamela paused and said, "I kind of froze up for a minute,
not knowing what to say.  Then I told her that I had no
idea.  I said you have lots of expensive stuff here."
   "So, as Amy told me several hours ago... she simply put
two and two together.  Satellite hidden away on a remote
corner of the island.  Computer server, network.  Video
camera which probably costs thousands of dollars.  Why have
all of this if you never plan on using it?"
   "Amy thought like I did during the summer - where were
you most of the time?  When all of us were having fun and
enjoying each others' company, you were usually nowhere to
be found.  Then the thought hit her.  Was there a chance
that you could have been filming us the whole time?"
   "Amy said earlier today, she looked around her room for
about an hour.  She was about to give up, but then noticed
the air conditioning vent high on the wall.  Amy got
a chair and looked inside with a flashlight."  I gulped my
throat at the realization as Pamela went on, "And she found
one of your spy-cameras, all nice and tucked away."

   I didn't have the chance to speak with Amy yet about her
knowledge of the voyeur room.  After the webcast ended an
hour ago, she left my suite... and I haven't seen her since.
I was trying to pry as much information as I could out of
Pamela concerning the situation, as she had spoken to Amy
sometime before the webcast.

   "Amy was shocked at first.  She couldn't believe that you
would spy on us, Jeremy."  I frowned at those words.  "She
thought like I did, back during the summer when you told me
about the voyeur room.  I thought you were sending pictures
and videos of us all over the Internet.  I thought that was
how you made your money.  And now, she thought that, too."
   I paused before saying, "Whenever I really start to think
about it, I do feel guilty.  It's not right of me to spy on
all you girls.  But I really can't help it."
   "I know, Jeremy," Pamela said.  "And I understand.  You
know that I have never approved of the voyeur room myself,
though I do admit, at the same time, to being glad that it
exists.  I like to watch, too, but still think it is wrong."
   "I look past that because now I know that you would never
do anything bad with our videos or pictures.  You made that
promise to me during the summer, and have kept it.  The
videos and pictures are for your own amusement, and nothing
else.  You have no desire to sell them to anyone."
   "That WOULD be wrong," I said to her.  "And besides, I
don't need the money these images would generate.  I just
like to sit back and watch others have sex.  I'm a voyeur."
   "Amy was in a rage when I saw her earlier today, Jeremy,"
Pamela said.  "You're lucky I came across her before you
did.  She was really angry at you because she thought, with
all your sophisticated computer equipment, that every move
us girls made was being shown live over the Internet."
   "I was able to calm her down, and tell her otherwise.  I
basically said the same things I said to you a minute ago.
You use those cameras for your own personal amusement, and
nothing else.  I kind of equated it to a sickness of yours.
You almost get as much pleasure out of watching others have
sex when compared to having sex yourself."
   "We went into a long talk," Pamela continued.  "Amy said
you have been such a good person to all of us.  Never before
in her entire life had she met a man who was as nice, giving
and easy-going as you."  I actually broke a smile at those
words.  "Without you, her alter ego - Aimee Embers - would
not exist.  She would not be a millionaire porn star, nor
would she be driving around Los Angeles in an $80,000 car.
Without you, Amy would be waiting tables in Ohio... perhaps
making eight bucks an hour - if she was lucky."
   "Amy realized this, Jeremy, and understood it.  I told
her that you would NEVER do anything to hurt ANY of us.  I
drilled it into her over and over again that the voyeur
room is for your own enjoyment.  No one but you, myself,
Lindsay and Christina has ever seen any of those tapes you
have.  They will never fall into the wrong hands, either."
   "Amy agreed that you are too nice and sweet to us to do
something so sinister and rotten like that," she continued.
"While Amy thought you videotaping us in our private time
together was pretty sinister and rotten itself, sharing the
tapes with others would be a million times worse."  Pamela
took a deep breath and added, "Then Amy said if the voyeur
room was just for you, me and Lindsay - and Christina before
us - she could live with it.  She said as long as that is
the case, she'll keep it a secret."  My eyes went wide as
Pamela concluded, "Amy said that she LOVES being watched."
   I took a sigh of relief as perhaps my greatest fear had
apparently been squashed.  What happens if all of the ladies
find out about the voyeur room, and then turn on me?
   I wanted them to trust me completely, though what I was
doing with the voyeur room was anything but trustworthy.  At
the same time, though, the video and picture images would
never fall into the wrong hands, or on the open market.

   I would safeguard that room and those tapes WITH MY LIFE
if it was necessary.  That is how much these women and
their privacy, well-being and dignity meant to me.

   "Amy thought the best way to get you back for filming us
was to do what she did," Pamela said.  "And that was to get
you on film during her webcast, so the entire world could
see you buck-naked.  It was pretty devilish on her part, but
I also thought it was a real good idea, too.  You didn't ask
to be on camera, but neither did any of us.  So we're even."
   "I understand that," I said in response.  "It really does
not matter, though.  No one who knows me outside of the
island's inner circle will ever see that webcast.  So, it's
okay.  I understand why she did that, too."
   "There is a bit of bad news though, Jeremy," Pamela said.
   "What is that?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.
   "Amy destroyed that camera in the air conditioning vent,"
Pamela replied, as my eyes narrowed.  "She was pretty mad at
the time, you know.  Now, she regrets it, though.  I told
her those cameras in the air vents cost you $55,000 each."
   "It's no big deal," I said, shrugging it off.  "I have
three of those cameras stored away in backup, in case one
failed or in this case, was destroyed."
   "You're not mad?" Pamela asked, a bit surprised.  "I know
you have tons of money, Jeremy.  As your wife, maybe I don't
event know how much you have - you're always so secretive
about things.  But $55,000 is a lot of money."
   "I'm not mad, no," was my reply.  "Amy had every right to
destroy that camera.  If it were me in her situation, I most
likely would have done the same thing."  I paused and said,
"And you know everything about my money, Pamela, because I
have told you about it.  You're my wife.  I don't hide a
thing from you, or even Lindsay, for that matter."
   Pamela hesitated, then offered a smile.  "I guess now is
a good time to tell you, Jeremy, that we've been spied on
for this entire conversation."  Pamela pointed toward the
wall which shielded the voyeur room and said, "Amy wanted to
see how you would react to the conversation her and I had
about you.  I let her in earlier, before calling you here to
our suite."  She paused and added, "I hope you're not mad."

   Yes, I was mad.  Why was Amy in the voyeur room right now,
without any supervision?  She had no idea how to work the
controls or cameras.  What happens if she somehow damaged my
switchboard or the server?
   I had every right to be mad at Pamela, because she had
let someone into MY voyeur room without my consent.

   But it has always taken quite a lot for me to show any
outward anger.  "I'm not mad, no," was my quiet response.
It is a very remarkable trait which I have.
   Pamela smiled in relief.  "That's good.  Amy said she
wanted to stay with you tonight, Jeremy.  So I guess that
means I'll be staying with her room-mate, Stephanie."  My
wife grinned broadly and added, "She wants a lap dance."
   That definitely sounded like a videotape which will need
to be reviewed in the future!

   But then I remembered - there was no longer a hidden
camera stashed away in Amy and Stephanie's room.  It had
been destroyed by the porno slut...

                           * * *

   "You're a good guy, Jeremy," Amy said to me moments
later, as we sat at the control panel in my voyeur room.
Fortunately, Amy claimed to have not touched anything in
here.  Pamela had set everything up herself (thank God),
so Amy could eavesdrop on our prior discussion.
   "You're a good guy, and that's why I forgive you," she
added seconds later.  "I didn't think that way at first,
though.  I was pretty hysterical when I found that camera."
She smiled and continued, "But I understand that you like
to watch others have sex.  One of my old boyfriends in Ohio
really got off on watching me have sex with others.  You
remind me of him a lot, Jeremy.  A whole lot."
   "Maybe it is a sickness on my part," I said, taking a
deep breath.  "I know it is wrong of me to spy on you and
all the other girls.  But I can't help it.  I can't fight
it.  One of the major reasons why I brought all of you
girls here in the first place was so I could spy on you.
It's wrong and I know it, and many times I feel guilty.
But there is really nothing I can do about it, though."
   "It's okay, Jeremy," Amy said, reaching out and patting
my shoulder.  "Did you see the movie I starred in, where
the guy videotaped me and Torrie having sex together from
his apartment window?"
   "I have ALL of your movies, dear," I responded.
   Amy smiled and nodded her head.  "That's good.  Well,
that guy was made out to be a real pervert in the movie.
He videotaped Torrie and me, and a whole bunch of other
couples.  He didn't have sex at all during the movie.  He
just whacked off while spying on others with his camera."
   "That sounds eerily familiar," I admitted, which made
Amy break out into a giggling fit.
   "It should!" the red-head countered.  "Pamela told me
that you all do is sit in here and whack off, watching us
girls have sex with each other.  The guy in the movie was
a nasty pervert.  But you, Jeremy... you're a good pervert."
   She paused and added, "I would re-pay you for that camera
if it wasn't so expensive.  $55,000 would be a major hit to
me, especially since a porn star's light can fade out at any
moment.  I'm always looking toward the future."
   "I don't want your money," I told her.  "But if you truly
want to re-pay me... 55,000 blowjobs sounds real nice."
   Amy giggled at those words.  "That's a lot of blowjobs!"
   "The camera is meaningless to me," I said.  "As I told
Pamela, I have three extras in storage.  I can just stick
one back in your room, in the air vent, sometime tomorrow.
That is, of course, as long as you approve of it."
   "I have no problems," Amy returned.  "The more I think
about it, the more I like it.  When it is time for all of
us to go home, I'd like to have some videotapes of me and
Stephanie together.  I really like her, and she loves me.
Rest assured that those tapes will be viewed by only me.
That is the only stipulation I have for keeping quiet."
   "Is the rumor true," I said, "that Stephanie wants to
get into porn with you and Torrie?"
   "Yes, it is," Amy replied.  "It's still very early in
the winter, of course.  But Stephanie is seriously thinking
about it.  She really likes the idea of being in the middle
of a big gang-bang, with a ton of men around to use her.
That is her ultimate fantasy, and of course, she could make
a ton of movies like that in porno."
   Amy paused and said, "Hey, speaking of that... doesn't
Lindsay turn 19 in a couple of days?  I sure remember what
happened during the summer when one of us had a birthday..."

                           * * *

   As I sat in the mansion's library the following day,
reading a reference book, I heard a noise from the outer
hallway.  Looking up, I then smiled at the beautiful sight
of Stephanie as she stood at the entranceway to the library.
Decked out in a pair of denim shorts and a white tank-top
which was completely cut just below her enormous breasts,
the luscious brunette offered me a smile in return.
   "Mind if I come in, Jeremy?" was her soft question.
   "No," I said, placing the reference book upon a table.
"Not at all.  Please... by all means, come inside."
   Stephanie smiled again as she sashayed into the library.
Her tank-top was a tad bit wet, and clung to her breasts
accordingly.  I could also tell that she was not wearing a
bra underneath the incredibly thin, see-through fabric...
   "I just wanted to say how beautiful this island is,"
Stephanie offered, before sitting down in a chair beside me.
"All of the other girls have probably told you the very same
thing... so I'll just imagine that it's my turn now.  I
never dreamed the island could be quite this beautiful."
   "That seems to be the prevailing opinion, yes," I told
her.  "Most of you are city girls, and have never been
around a place like this.  That's why it blows your mind."
   "You can see tropical islands on television and in
movies," Stephanie commented.  "But you don't know how
beautiful and exotic they can be until actually being there
in person.  I can definitely attest to that."
   I smiled at the brunette, appreciating the sight of her
big, swelling breasts underneath that little tank-top.  "Why
aren't you with the other girls, dear?"
   "Oh, I was," the 25-year-old giggled.  "We were all down
at the beach.  I came back to get something to eat.  Usually
I feel a bit hungry around mid-afternoon."
   I smiled at her and said, "I heard a rumor that you are
considering porn, with Amy and Torrie.  Is that true?"
   Stephanie's face turned red as she replied, "Yes, I am.
I have a good career, and I make a lot of money as a nurse.
But you know what?  Porn just sounds so exciting.  Maybe I
could do porn for a few years, then go back to nursing."

   I could definitely imagine Stephanie as an X-rated star.
She had the maturity and demeanor for it, and definitely the
body.  That body of hers could stop a freight train.

   "I admit that I have a lot of movies at home," the young
woman said.  "Amy said she could introduce me to all of my
favorite stars.  Just imagining myself in one of those
movies, with so many gorgeous people... I get chills."
   "You told me on your island application long ago that
collecting porn movies is a hobby of yours," I said to her.
"We have something in common, because I collect them, too.
I must say, though... the only ones I am interested in
anymore are those with Amy and/or Torrie in them."
   "Amy said you created her," Stephanie grinned.  "Without
you, there would be no Aimee Embers.  She told me you helped
her discover her `inner slut' during the summer.  Amy is my
most favorite star, of course, so I want to thank you for
that.  She is the best thing to happen to porn in years."
   "You sound like a very devoted fan, dear," I remarked.
"I can only imagine the look on your face when you realized
that Aimee Embers was going to be with you on the island."
   "I was shocked," Stephanie grinned.  "Completely shocked.
Of all the women who could have been on the island, one of
them had to be my favorite celebrity.  Dumb luck, I guess."
   "If you got into porn," I told her, "I bet you would
become the favorite star for many fans, too."
   Stephanie offered another smile and said, "It's really
not official, yet.  I still have to think about it.  I know
that being a porn star is not the safest lifestyle.  Torrie
and Amy both have bodyguards, you know."
   "Yes, I know," was my response.  "They're on vacation now,
because Amy and Torrie are perfectly safe on the island."  I
paused and added, "Amy has two bodyguards, in fact."
   "I don't know if I'd like that myself," the brunette
said, her voice squeaking.  "That's what I have to decide.
Maybe I could do some webcasts for the Internet with Amy,
and call that my dream-come-true.  It would be a lot more
low-profile for me than becoming a full-fledged porn star."
   "Whatever you decide, dear, you have my backing," I told
her.  "I'll help you out in whatever way I can."
   The 25-year-old offered yet another smile, as well as a
gentle kiss upon my cheek.  "Thank you, Jeremy."  She paused
before saying, "So what is the deal with you?  You have all
this money, this mansion... the island.  You have a gorgeous
wife in Pamela, a playmate in Lindsay.  Apparently bringing
women to the island is something you have done before,
simply because you can.  What more do you want in life?"
   I shrugged my shoulders, lost in thought for a few
seconds.  "I'd like everyone to be happy.  I want the world
to be happy, for countries to get along.  There's too much
garbage going on today, you know."
   "I think rational people want world peace," Stephanie
commented.  "But there are people out there who aren't
rational.  You really can't do anything about them."
   "I know," was my response.  "But at least the people in
my life, I want them to be happy.  I can make a difference
there.  During the summer, two people who were here - Lisa
and Christina, I helped bring them together.  Right now,
they live in Illinois and are very much in love together."
   "I heard a little bit about Lindsay and her girlfriend,
Trish," the vixen remarked.  "It sounded pretty sad - the
reason they broke up.  I guess next to you and Pamela, they
were THE couple during the summer."
   I nodded my head and returned, "Yes, indeed.  I still
wish both of them were together.  They belong together."
   "Is there anything else which you want in life?" she
asked me.  "You must want something for yourself."

   How about Devon? .....

   "I can't really think of something now, dear," was my
answer, as I did not want to show any outward favoritism for
a newcomer to the island.  "Pamela and Lindsay make me very,
very happy.  Although it may be human nature to want more, I
really can't ask for it.  I have more than I deserve."

                           * * *

   "I'm glad that everything was smoothed over between you
and Amy," Pamela said, as her and I cuddled together upon a
lounge chair, on the deck just outside our personal suite.
It was 9:00pm, and both of us had been gazing at the night
sky for the past several moments while in conversation.
   "Amy has always meant a lot to me," I said, kissing the
crown of Pamela's head.  "The last thing I want is for her
to be mad at me.  No one is more glad that everything is
okay between us than I am.  Trust me on that."
   "Lindsay turns 19 tomorrow," my wife commented.  "Is the
big gang-bang still in order?  We had such a wonderful time
this past summer when Amy and Torrie had birthdays.  All
those guys you brought in... it was so great."
   "Of course the gang-bang is in order," I told her.  "The
guys will all be arriving via boat tomorrow morning."  I
smiled and added, "You girls will be quite busy tomorrow."
   "I can't wait!" Pamela squealed with a grin.  "I haven't
been triple-fucked by a group of guys since our honeymoon.
Do you remember those guys Lindsay and I met, in Cabo?"
   "Of course," I moaned, my eyes flashing.  "How in the
world could I ever forget that night?  You and Lindsay gave
those guys the best sex of their entire lives."
   "And you watched every minute," Pamela said, smiling.
"You really are a voyeur, Jeremy.  Not many men would
enjoy watching their wife get drilled on their honeymoon.
But you, Jeremy... you really GOT OFF from it.  Didn't you?"
   "Yes, I did," I told her.  "And why not?  You and Lindsay
enjoyed yourselves.  I was happy to see you two happy."
   "Speaking of things which make people happy, I know that
Devon makes YOU happy, Jeremy," the 25-year-old said to me.
"What do you think of the other two newbies... Cassidy and
Stephanie?  Or do you have an opinion yet?"
   "Stephanie is a good person," I replied.  "I really hope
that she does not get into porn, because she has such a good
career going right now in nursing.  She said she could do
porn for a few years and then get back into nursing.  I'm
not sure how many hospitals would want a former porn star
employed for them as a nurse."
   "Let me guess..." Pamela said.  "You don't want her to
get into porn, yet you won't tell her that?  You did the
same with Lindsay during the summer when she was about to
side with Amy, until Trish forced you to get involved."
   "If Stephanie wants to try porn, I'll support her in
whatever way I can," I said.  "It's her decision.  I don't
want to tell the girls how to live their lives."
   "What happens if she asks for your advice?" Pamela said.
"I mean, Jeremy... you're just so easy to talk to."
   I smiled and responded, "If she asks for my advice, I
will give it to her.  And that advice would be for her to
do whatever makes her happy.  It's not my place to decide
or influence what Stephanie does with her life."
   I paused before saying, "As for Cassidy... aside from
that gang-bang the other night, where you girls got me, I
haven't had much interaction with her.  So, no real
opinion yet.  I will say that Cassidy is beautiful, and
seems friendly.  But... no real opinion."
   "She and Devon seem to be getting along pretty good,"
Pamela said.  "Lindsay really likes Cassidy, too."

                           * * *

   Just then, a series of loud knocks were heard upon the
main door to our personal suite.  Turning in the lounge
chair, Pamela and I glanced inside the suite, then looked
at each other.  "I'll get it," I said, nudging the stacked
blonde out of my lap.  I stood up and stretched my back for
a moment, then ventured into the suite and to the door.
   "Hi Amy," I said upon opening the door, smiling at the
red-headed vision of loveliness (and nastiness).  "What
brings you here, this time of night?"
   Without a word, Amy bristled past me into the suite,
and soon Pamela strolled in from the outside deck.  I was
confused for a moment, then felt curious about the sheet of
paper Amy held in her hand.
   "I was checking my e-mail on the computer downstairs, and
came across one I thought you would like, Jeremy," Amy said.
"I got over 500 e-mails in response to last night's show,
most of which were very positive.  But this one stood out..."
Amy extended the piece of paper, and I took it from her.

   An e-mail that stood out?  Perhaps it was from Trish,
wanting to be reunited with Lindsay!

   As I held the paper out in front of me, in preparation to
read it, Pamela peered over my shoulder and eyed the note.


         Dear Aimee,

         Hi!  My name is Vicky and I'm a really big
         fan of your work, and your website.  I
         loved your live show last night, but am
         writing in regards to the man who was in
         it at the end.  I may be crazy, but was
         that Jeremy (my last name)?  I didn't get
         a real good view, but it sure looked like
         him.  You see, he and I were once engaged.

         I know you're a busy gal with your career
         and all, but if you could write back and
         just let me know, I would appreciate it.
         Jeremy and I were real close, and I regret
         the fact that we're no longer together.

         Please respond! -Vicky :)


   "Victoria..." I sighed, my eyes wide and flashing.
   "Former fiancee?" Pamela said to me, her tone uneven.
I could already tell that my wife was feeling a bit
jealous, and guarded.  She wasn't the jealous type, but
this was definitely a reasonable exception for it.
   "I haven't seen or heard from Victoria in eight years,"
I said.  "I... it's... it's unbelievable.  She... she found
me through Amy's website."
   "Eight years?" Pamela commented.  "You were 19 then.
Was this Vicky or Victoria a high school flame?"
   "You... you could say that," was my response, as pain
once thought put away for good swirled throughout my body.
"She... she left me standing... at the altar..."
   "Oh my..." Pamela said, her voice changing to a more
caring tone, as she placed a hand upon my shoulder.
   "But Pamela is your wife now," Amy said, stepping forward
and clutching my wrist.  "You love her, she loves you."

   No matter how perfect you consider your relationship to
be with your spouse - as I do with Pamela - being contacted
by another person you were about to marry after eight years
of silence... it can play tricks with your mind.
   The many thoughts and emotions which were, just seconds
ago, compressed and put away for good... they were now back,
and stronger than ever.  My expression and body language
most definitely conveyed this message to Pamela and Amy.

   "Are you okay, Jeremy?" my beloved wife asked.
   "Yeah... I'll... I'll be fine," was my response.  "I... I
just need a minute here to think about this."
   "What should I say to Vicky in e-mail?" Amy asked us.
"Should I tell her it was really you, Jeremy?  Or not?"


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