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"Island Paradise: Forever"  :  Chapter 9 of ??  :  Revised!
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   Amy moaned gently and squirmed about beneath me as I sat
upon the small of her back, my hands grinding and massaging
themselves into her shoulders.  I moved one hand to the back
of her neck and stroked her there, trying to relieve some of
the pent-up tension.  Then I moved it back to her shoulder
area, and let it join my other in the hard, vigorous massage.
   Though I was willing to do this for all three of my wives,
as well as Kristanna, Amy was the one who asked for a massage
more often than not.  In fact, I found myself granting Amy's
requests for them two or three times every week.  She claimed
that a strenuous massage was one of two things which could
cure whatever ailed her.  The other, of course, was sex.
   As could be expected, I enjoyed delivering these massages
to Amy.  Was there any reason for me not to?  It made me
feel good to have a beautiful, luscious woman such as this
beneath me, writhing and slithering about in response to my
actions.  With Amy, it was all the more better, because I
knew that she truly appreciated my dutiful work.
   But the real clincher for me was that Amy preferred these
massage sessions in the nude.  She was splayed out beneath
upon her front, with nary a stitch of clothing on her hot,
voluptuous body.  I was lightly perched upon her lower back,
wearing just a pair of black trousers myself.

   "Are you looking forward to our vacation to the Bahamas?"
I asked her, curious.  "Our plane leaves in the morning."
   "Oh yes," Amy replied, twirling and arching her neck.  "I
am of the opinion that we go on vacation every other month.
You know - stay on the island for a month, go on vacation
for a month.  A never-ending cycle, if you will."  She paused
and added, "That is, of course, if you're willing to spend
that sort of money, Jeremy.  The decision is up to you."
   "Money is not an issue when it comes to making my lovely
group of women happy," I told her.  "Besides, we could go on
vacation for the next 50 or 60 years, and I wouldn't even
come close to running out of money.  No need to worry, dear."
   "What are you gonna do with all that money?" Amy wondered,
my hands still grinding themselves into her bare shoulders.
"I mean, you always say that you could never spend it all."
   "There is plenty to do with my money," was my response.
"I will buy you, Lindsay, Devon and Kristanna anything and
everything you want.  I have my own family - my mother and
father, both of whom retired after I came into my fortune.
I bought them a mansion and send them a load of money every
year.  The same goes for my two brothers and one sister.  I
have trust funds set up for my two nephews and two nieces,
for when they get older.  I bought Lindsay's little sister,
Alicia, a brand-new car.  I'm trying to send money to her
parents so they can retire too, but they have refused thus
far.  Hopefully one day, I'll change their mind."
   I smiled and continued, "Later in life, when it is time
for me to move on - hopefully many years from now - I will
give a big chunk of the money to my children, as well as any
grandchildren I may have.  So even after I'm gone from this
world, hopefully, my money will still be doing some good."
I paused and added, "I'm hoping for MORE than seven kids."
   "More?" Amy countered, somewhat confused.  "Lindsay wants
to have three children of her own with you, and Devon four.
I thought you all already agreed on those numbers."
   "We did," I nodded.  "I would still like more though,
dear.  And I wasn't necessarily speaking of having them with
Devon or Lindsay.  You know, I have another wife, too."
   "Me?" Amy exclaimed after a brief hesitation.  "I can't
have children, Jeremy.  You know that.  I got my tubes tied
a couple of years ago so I would never get pregnant."
   "That procedure can be reversed, 'Amers," I informed her.
"It's just something to keep in mind.  Believe it or not,
but I think you would make an excellent mother."
   Amy laughed and countered, "Me?  A mother?  Now there's a
thought!  That would be the day..."
   "You got your tubes tied so you could have gang-bang sex
with all those boyfriends you had in Ohio, and not worry
about getting pregnant.  Those days are over, Amy.  I am not
going to pressure you about it, or anything.  I just want
you to know that the surgery can be reversed.  I would love
to someday make you a mother - even if it's just one time.
I think having a child would settle you down even more than
the past couple of months has, since your hospital stay."
   "I don't know, Jeremy," the red-head murmured.  "I mean,
I like kids and all... but I haven't given much thought to
someday having my own.  I have had no reason to give it any
thought.  You know... Devon will make a great mom one day."
   I nodded at her.  "Yes, she will.  Both her and Lindsay,
and hopefully you, too."  I leaned down and planted a kiss
upon the back of Amy's shoulder.  "Keep it in mind, 'hon."
   "You give a lot of money to charity, too," Amy said,
quickly changing the subject.  "I know that you hold that
children's charity in Los Angeles near and dear to your
heart.  And you run a homeless shelter in Lima, Jeremy."
Smiling, Amy added, "Yet those things, as well as your
family... I bet it don't even make a dent in your money."
   "Not really," I told her.  "But still, having a lot of
money is not always a good thing.  For a long time, I could
not bring myself to trust anyone.  The few relationships I
had after first developing, and then selling my Internet
company all ended in heartache because all the women wanted
was my money.  Only when I met Christina, and she wrote that
computer program for me, could I trust anyone."
   "You see, Amy... I know that you, Lindsay and Devon, as
well as Pamela, Trish, Torrie and so on, were not after me
for my money.  It was not in your personality profile that
Christina's computer program generated.  Anyone who did have
that money-hungry trait was automatically disqualified."
   "But as Christina said," Amy mused, "her computer program
was not completely fool-proof.  Remember Cassidy?"
   "Yes, I remember Cassidy," I responded, gritting my teeth.
"But still, Christina's program helped land me some of the
most wonderful women in the world.  Obviously, you and your
two wives.  I would throw Torrie into that mix, as well as
Pamela and Trish.  Stephanie too, until she changed."
   "Ughhhhh," Amy moaned.  "Please don't mention Stephanie's
name again.  I want to try and forget about her."
   "I also still send money to Pamela and Trish," I added.
"And of course, look at the millions I have dished out since
last year to you and all the other ladies.  It is really good
to know that I can lend a helping hand to people that way."
   "You are in a position to do it," Amy nodded.  "I'd ask
you to help my family out too, like you are trying to do
with Lindsay's.  But I'm not on speaking terms with my mom
and dad.  They have shut me out since I first got into porn."
   "You should keep trying to call, and talk to them," was my
suggestion.  "Devon does not get along too well with her
family, either.  It is a common thread among some of the
girls the computer program selected for me.  You, Devon,
Torrie, Pamela, even Cassidy - you all have family problems."
   "Yet Lindsay and Trish come from perfect families," Amy
mused.  "Go figure, huh?  Hey, have you tried contacting
Christina lately?  You and her were such close friends for
what - three years?  I could not believe it this past summer,
when she got angry with you and stormed off with Lisa like
they did.  I never saw her quite that mad before."
   "Neither did I," I pouted.  "Christina was my best friend
in the whole, wide world.  It's unfortunate that she did not
approve of me sending Pamela and Trish away the first time
they tried to come back.  I miss her."
   "Have you tried contacting her?" Amy asked again.
   "A few weeks ago, yes," I responded.  "But once Christina
heard my voice over the telephone, she hung up on me...  Oh,
I'm sure Pamela and Trish have already spoken to her about
their most recent visit here.  Pamela is going to tell her
that she and I had sex, yet I sent her packing anyway."
   "Christina may be even more mad at you now."
   "I don't care," I sighed.  "Well, I do, but I'm not going
to let it worry me.  I have you, Lindsay, Devon and Kristanna
to keep me occupied.  I have nothing to complain or feel bad
about in my life.  I'm really a very lucky man."
   Amy paused and said, "Christina was your friend for two
years before any of us stepped foot on the island, correct?
You and her seemed really close.  I have always wondered why
you and Christina never tried having a serious relationship
with one another.  Christina said you two were just friends."
   "We were," I nodded.  "Actually, we did try our hand at a
serious relationship for awhile.  It just didn't work out.
Christina and I were more friends than anything else."
   "Yet you still had sex with her?" Amy confirmed.
   "Lots of it," I grinned.  "It was no-strings-attached sex,
though.  For whatever reason, I could not bring myself to
love her.  Nor could she love me.  We were just friends."
   "Very intimate friends," Amy corrected me.  "I just wish
that you and her could be friends again.  Maybe not as close
as before, but at least to the point where you agree to put
your problems in the past and keep them there.  That day she
slapped you and yelled at you about Pamela... unforgettable."
   "Christina was really close with Pamela," I pouted.  "They
were friends as well.  She thought it was real insensitive of
me to send her and Trish away, after they sacrificed all that
made them happy in life to protect us when Cassidy threatened
them.  I understood her viewpoint, but Christina took no time
to even try and understand mine.  After all those horrible
things that Pamela said to me, whether it was the truth or
not... I could never have her in my life again."
   "It's just so sad," Amy murmured.  "But who knows?  Maybe
one day, you'll get a telephone call from Christina - out of
the blue, wanting to patch things up.  I hope so."
   "I'm not holding my breath," were my words, as I continued
to rub and massage Amy's bare shoulders.  "You're real tense
today, sweetheart.  Is everything okay?"
   "I had a really long morning with Lindsay," she replied,
grinning.  "That sweet, little thing did both my pussy AND
my ass with a strap-on dildo."  My eyes nearly exploded at
those words as Amy added, "I'm just really sore from it."
   "Lindsay used a strap-on dildo on you?" I quaked, my heart
racing.  "I've only seen her use them on two other occasions
in the 16 months that she has been here."
   Amy giggled and countered, "Lindsay has to be really
excited in order to use a strap-on dildo on one of us.  She
just doesn't like wearing them.  It is too bad, because she
is really good with them.  I came so hard this morning..."
   I smiled and moaned, "I'll have to watch a tape of that
encounter in the voyeur room before we leave for vacation."
   "Speaking of our vacation, Lindsay has big plans for the
Bahamas," Amy chirped.  "REALLY big plans."
   "Oh?  What are they?"
   The 28-year-old grinned and responded, "Lindsay was asking
me to show her some sexy dance moves both last night and this
morning.  Seems as though one of Lindsay's fantasies is to
perform on stage - as a stripper - just like I used to when
I was still a pornstar."  I gulped my throat as Amy added,
"Lindsay wants to make her fantasy a reality in the Bahamas."
   "Are you serious?" I exclaimed.  "LINDSAY WANTS TO STRIP?"
   "She sure has come a long way in a very short time," Amy
giggled.  "I remember last year, all Lindsay did was whine
and complain that her breasts were too small.  Why couldn't
she have big breasts like Pamela, Trish, Torrie, me?  Lindsay
was so insecure about her body, but all of us kept telling
her that she was absolutely perfect the way she was."
   "Now, Lindsay is so confident and assured of herself that
she actually wants to get up on stage, and strip for a whole
audience.  I told Lindsay that she is so insanely beautiful,
that she wouldn't even need breasts at all for the crowd to
salivate over her."  Amy paused and continued, "Lindsay said
when she was younger, she would stand in front of the mirror
in her bedroom and pretend that she was a stripper."
   "Oh my God..." I moaned, as the mere idea of Lindsay up
on stage - with a group of rowdy, raucous men making lewd
cat-calls and gestures - as she stripped for them flashed
throughout my mind.  The simple thought was so exciting that
I suddenly forgot that I was giving Amy a massage.  My hands
stopped their movements as my mind began to wonder...
   "Lindsay was even talking about dressing up as a nice,
innocent cheerleader for her performance," Amy added, which
elicited another moan from me.  She giggled and wryly added,
"No man could resist Lindsay dressed up as a cheerleader.  I
can see her in a tiny, swishy skirt and shell top, or maybe
a sweater-vest, with her hair all done up in pig-tails...
shaking her 'lil ass for all those men to gawk at."
   "OH GOD..." I growled, as my cock quickly sprung to life.
"You're not teasing me... are you, Amy?  You're serious?"
   "Of course I am serious," she grinned.  "Go check your
tapes in the voyeur room, Jeremy.  You'll see I was giving
her dance lessons both yesterday and this morning.  And you
will hear Lindsay telling me that she was to try stripping."
   "OH GOD..." I repeated, the excitement level within me
quickly reaching monumental heights.  "How... did Lindsay
look?  Did she... do okay... with the dances?"
   "Lindsay is a natural," Amy responded.  "Remember, she
used to be a cheerleader in high school.  So there really
wasn't that much for me to teach her.  I just showed her a
couple of tricks, and told her how to work the crowd.  You
know, continual eye contact and smiles are keys to success
for an exotic dancer.  I think she'll do wonderful.  It has
been something 'Lin has fantasized about for a long time."
   "I love it," were my words.  "I would love to see Lindsay
performing up on stage, like that.  I know that she would
steal the show.  Just as you said, Lindsay is so insanely
beautiful.  No normal man could ever resist her."
   "Most women can't, either," Amy giggled.  "But it sure
did take her a long time to finally realize that.  Lindsay
is such a sweetheart.  She's too much temptation.  Also...
that 'lil slut plans on fucking her fair share of men, too.
Lindsay says that she wants to have sex with eight to ten
strangers during the month we stay in the Bahamas."
   I smiled and shook my head.  "It's good that she is on
birth control pills.  That's all I got to say about that."
   "Devon says that Lindsay is a caged animal," Amy smirked.
"I was just talking to her a bit earlier.  Devon says when
we go to the Bahamas, Lindsay will be let out of her cage -
and she will run wild, and free.  No one will stop her."
   "I know," I grinned.  "Devon said the same thing to me
just last evening.  What about you, dear?  Are you going to
join Lindsay, and run wild right alongside her?"
   Amy shook her head and replied, "Hmmmmm... I don't think
so.  I don't know if I've totally given up on other men like
Devon has, but I'm not the type to go out and bang a whole
group of strangers anymore.  I'd like to think those days are
history.  My porn career turned me away from that lifestyle."
   "You're still as insatiable and fiendish as ever before,
though," was my comment.
   "True, but I pretty much to keep to the people here on
this island," she told me.  "I probably will wind up getting
fucked by a guy or two in the Bahamas, as well as some girls,
but I won't be looking for a big gang-bang like Lindsay will.
I'll leave that search up to her."
   I smiled at her and mused, "You sure have changed since
this past summer, Miss Amy.  Last year at this time, for
example, you would have led Lindsay in an all-out pursuit
of guys if we went on vacation then."
   "My priorities are different now," the red-head countered.
"Plus, I'm getting older.  I'm not 19 like Lindsay; I'm 28.
Lindsay is young and curious.  She needs time to explore her
sexuality, and her desires.  Lindsay is like I used to be."
   "I can only imagine how you were, Amy, when you were 19."
   "I like the fact that Lindsay wants to go out and strip,
and get gang-banged," Amy went on.  "I am happy for her,
because I know those things will make her happy.  She has
promised to tell me every detail about it.  Maybe Devon and
I can live vicariously through whatever happens to her."
   The luscious goddess paused and added, "Kristanna, though,
may want to join Lindsay for some of those wild adventures.
Kristanna is only 22 and VERY curious about expanding her
sexuality.  I think she led a very sheltered life before
meeting us during our honeymoon in Anguilla."
   "It's only fitting that you and Lindsay were the ones who
first opened those doors for her," I grinned.
   Amy laughed and wryly said, "Perhaps Kristanna could be
Lindsay's trainee while we're in the Bahamas.  I know you
already think of Kristanna as a slut-in-training, Jeremy."
   "Indeed," I nodded.  "Am I right, Miss Amy, in believing
that you and Kristanna have grown quite close over the past
two months?  Seems you and her spend a lot of time together."
   Amy grinned and responded, "I like her Norwegian accent.
It's really sexy and erotic."  She laughed and added, "Yes,
you are right, Jeremy.  I have become close with Kristanna.
She spends more time with me than anyone else.  You, Lindsay
and Devon seem to occupy most of each others' time, which is
fine.  Kristanna and I provide company for one another."
   "You seem to stay in the shadows a little too much, dear,"
I told her.  "You are more than welcome to step forward and
become more involved with Lindsay, Devon and myself."
   "Things are fine the way they are," Amy said.  "Besides,
you three seem to have a really tight bond together, Jeremy,
and it is tough to break into.  I'm not sure I want to even
try and break into it.  I know that you, Lindsay and Devon
all love me.  That's all I really need in life."
   "I love you, Amy," I moaned, leaning downward and kissing
the back of her neck.  "You're not giving yourself enough
credit.  You're just as much a part of the bond I have with
Lindsay and Devon as they are, and even I am.  I would not
have married you if that wasn't the case.  Lindsay and Devon
feel the same way about you.  Give yourself some credit."

                           * * *

   In the morning, my lovely group of ladies set sail with
me on the big boat for the mainland at precisely 5:00am.  It
was an unholy hour, indeed, but our airline flight would be
departing Lima at 6:40am.  After confirming our reservations
and getting our luggage checked, we made it to our first
class seats on the 757 aircraft with 10 minutes to spare.
My seat was directly between Amy and Kristanna, while Devon
and Lindsay had a side row to themselves just behind us.
   It was a six hour flight from Lima to Miami International
Airport, where the five of us would board a connector flight
to Nassau, which was located in Grand Bahama.  By the time
we retrieved our luggage in Nassau, rented a pair of cars
and had an early dinner at an expensive seafood restaurant,
the time was 4:15pm.  Needless to say, I felt exhausted from
our long day of travel and wanted nothing more than to get
to our hotel suite at the Atlantis resort.
   To get there, we had to cross the bridge which connected
Grand Bahama and Paradise Island.  Devon drove the second
rental car, and followed me as I was at the helm of the
first.  As the Atlantis resort came into view, it was clear
to all five of us that this was not your typical hotel.

   A gigantic dome was next to the soaring, majestic pair of
Royal Towers, which were home to 1,202 various guest suites.
The roadway that led up to the resort's oversize entrance,
which was decorated with winged horse sculptures and water
fountains, featured a tunnel that ran underneath the marina.
Inside the pair of bronze doors was the main lobby, which
was commonly referred to as the Great Hall of Waters.
   Lindsay immediately ventured down the winding staircase,
and the rest of us followed suit.  There was a restaurant
there (one of 18 that Atlantis offered), along with wondrous
views of giant pillars and columns, pools and cascading
waterfalls, and a glimpse of the complex's massive aquarium
system.  Among the many creatures that passed by us were
sharks, lobsters, stingrays and various schools of fish.
   An entranceway located within this restaurant led to what
was known as "The Dig" - an elaborate labyrinth of tunnels
and aquariums which was a tribute to the lost civilization
of Atlantis.  According to mythical legend, of course, the
city of Atlantis existed 11,000 years ago in the middle of
the Atlantic Ocean until Zeus, dissatisfied with the way of
life of its people, decided to destroy it.
   Having been to this resort in the past, I told the girls
that there was a collection of waterslides which I was
certain they would enjoy.  One was a 60-foot, near-vertical
drop, which zoomed its riders through a plexiglass covered
portion of the shark tank.  Another was similar, but offered
a rubber tube ride which also ended in an enclosed section
of the shark tank.  There were a countless number of pools
and other slides, along with hot tubs and saunas.
   I had to promise all of the ladies that we would visit
everything that Atlantis had to offer over the next 30 days.
Some of the other spectacular attractions located here were
open-air marine habitats, glassed-in underwater viewing
tunnels, exhibition lagoons, replicas of a Mayan temple and
a 12th-century cloister.  Of course, I would be remiss if I
failed to mention the enormous casino complex as well.
   After returning to the Great Hall of Waters, we were
escorted to the Imperial Club express elevator, and then to
the check-in counter.  Our suite, at the top of the center
section of the West Tower on the 24th floor, was absolutely
perfect.  The suite was so clean and pristine that it looked
as though no one had ever stepped foot in it.
   To be more precise, ours was classified as a grand suite,
and it offered a pair of separate bedrooms.  As could be
expected, the suite was loaded with everything one could ask
for - furniture, tables and desks, cable TV and a minibar, a
telephone with an Internet hook-up, as well as an iron and
an ironing board.  A sliding glass door offered a truly
breathtaking view of the nearby beach and ocean waters.  We
also had a clear view of the marina, and could easily watch
boats and yachts arrive and set sail from there.
   At the tune of about $1,700 per day, the grand suite was
everything that one would imagine a five-star hotel to offer.
Of course, I originally had my eyes set on the Bridge Suite,
which connected the two Royal Towers high in the air, and
had a daily rate set at (only) $25,000.  However, Devon
would not allow me to pay quite that much money for a hotel
suite - though I badly wanted to.  My sole reason, of course,
was so that my quartet of women could experience the ultimate
in luxury and style - which the Bridge Suite offered.

   Nevertheless, this was going to be a wonderful vacation...

                           * * *

   At 7:30pm that evening, I still felt pretty bummed-out
and exhausted from the seemingly endless hours of flying the
friendly skies.  We had flown all the way from Peru to Miami,
and then Nassau, and woke up extra-early in the morning to
do so.  We were on Paradise Island in the Bahamas - a few
thousand miles away from our own private island paradise.
The king-sized bed before me looked most inviting, and I
figured I would be sleeping in it in just a few minutes.
   Of course, I was not the only one who was tired.  Devon
had retired to a bubble bath in the spacious restroom, while
Amy and Kristanna ventured back to that restaurant located
just below the resort's main entrance.  They were exhausted
as well, but promised to come back to our room and catch up
on some sleep after their meal was finished.

   Lindsay, though, was a different story.  She always was.

   As I lounged upon the comfortable sofa, I nearly spilled
my glass of fruit punch as Lindsay emerged from the nearby
restroom.  My little princess - who would forever appear in
my mind as a wholesome, sweet angel - greatly tested those
thoughts with her current choice of clothing.  In short,
Lindsay looked like a biker's ultimate dream come to life.
   The 19-year-old was dressed in leather from head to toe.
She wore a pair of black leather boots which went all the
way up to mid-thigh, with five- or six-inch spiked heels.
Her matching mini-skirt was so small and low-cut that she
may as well not even been wearing it.  Lindsay also had on
a sleeveless black leather vest which did nothing to hide
the matching bra that was underneath it.  She even wore a
pair of sexy leather gloves with no fingers.
   Lindsay had an absolute ton of mascara upon her face, and
her lips were covered with a bright, shiny gloss.  Along
with her outlandish wardrobe, it gave my young bride a sort
of slutty look, which I was definitely not used to seeing in
her.  But at the same time, I found it incredibly exciting.
   Lindsay's physical appearance was punctuated with her hair
style; her blonde locks were in curly, bouncy ringlets,
instead of their normal, wavy pattern.  I guess a better
description right now for Lindsay - instead of a biker's
ultimate dream - was a billion-dollar whore.  Quite simply,
that was what she looked like while standing before me.
   "Wha... what is THAT?" I finally managed to get out, my
eyes ravaging her lithesome, leather-clad figure.  "What...
what are you wearing?  WHY are you dressed like that?"
   Lindsay offered her trademarked giggle and responded, "I
see that you like it, Jeremy.  That's good."
   "Why?" I asked her, still shocked.  "What?"
   "Haven't you ever seen a girl looking to get lucky?" she
asked me, a playful leer upon her face.  "I don't want to
wait until tomorrow or the next day to try my hand at
stripping."  She nodded her head and firmly proclaimed, "I
want to go out and strip TONIGHT!"
   "Tonight?" I asked, moaning.  "Lindsay honey, I'm so
tired that I feel as though I can barely walk.  Can you at
least wait until tomorrow, after I get some sleep?"
   "Nope," she told me, shaking her head.  "I didn't dress
up like this and put all this make-up on, and curl my hair,
for nothing.  I'm stripping tonight, Jeremy.  We saw that
club on the way over here - and it is the one I want to go
to.  I want you to go with me, but if you rather stay here,
I'll just go there myself."
   I took a deep breath and let out a long, exaggerated moan.
"I could never let you go to a place like that by yourself,
princess."  I moaned once more and said, "Fine, I'll go.  I
just hope that I can stay awake.  Aren't you tired at all?"
   "Oh, stop your whining," Lindsay told me in her perky,
energetic tone.  "And you know me, Jeremy - I NEVER get
tired.  But I think once you see me up there on that stage,
not only will you be wide awake - but you'll also be busy
stroking."  She giggled and added, "I can't wait!  I saw
that big sign that read `Amateurs Welcome', and I knew it
was the place for me.  I've always wanted to strip, Jeremy!"
   "What about your cheerleading outfit?" I asked her.  "I
was under the impression that you were going to wear it
during your big performance.  Right now... you look like
anything but a cheerleader.  You look like a porn slut."
   "I'll take that as a compliment!" Lindsay snickered.  "I
thought about being a cheerleader.  I've done that for you a
countless number of times, Jeremy.  But for once in my life,
I want to play dress-up and shed the little-girl image.  I
want come across as a true, grown-up woman."
   "I think that you have succeeded there," were my words.
   "Yes!" she exclaimed.  "That is what I want!"
   I smiled at her and countered, "No matter how much mascara
you put on, or what you dress up as - you'll always be my
sweet, innocent princess.  Remember that, Lindsay."
   "We'll see if you say that once the night is through,"
she told me, a wicked gleam in her eyes.  "Not only do I
plan on stripping, Jeremy, but I have every intention of
finding a stranger - or two, or three - and getting FUCKED.
Maybe everyone in the club can wind up gang-banging me!"


                  <<<- End of Part 9 ->>>


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