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CHAPTER 91

The lounge chair I'd been sleeping in was digging into my back, so I
was about half awake when someone began shaking my arm. I looked up at
a beautiful face and it took me a few seconds to realize it was
Monique saying, "C'mon Pete, it's time to get ready." 
As she said it a thought crossed my mind. I wondered what it would be
like to wake up every morning looking at that face. 
I was still a little groggy and when I sat up and looked around I
noticed Jay and Lane weren't there, but all three girls were and they
looked terrific. Marla's hair was a mass of waves and her skin looked
radiant. Her eyes were almond shaped in a way I hadn't noticed before
and the total look was amazing.
Monique was wearing a filmy, full-length wrap of some kind. It was
transparent enough that I could tell she had that special swimsuit on
again and she looked fantastic as usual. She didn't have big hair like
Marla. Instead it was pulled back and gathered loosely behind her. It
was as though she was trying not to call attention to herself. But as
far as I was concerned it had the opposite effect. It called attention
to her beautiful face, and just looking at her gave me goose bumps. 
But the biggest change was Meg. She was wearing the bikini she wore at
Epstein's party. I had forgotten how good she looked in it. It made
her generous breasts look even fuller and I wondered why she hadn't
worn it yesterday. I remembered her eyes being brown but the makeup
around them made them look sort-of green. Her hair had a feathered
look that framed her face and in combination with her eyes and oddly,
even her freckles, gave her a startling, almost cat-like look. Her
appearance was dramatically different and sexy as hell. 
I was still staring at her when Monique said, "C'mon Pete, it's
getting late, the other guys are already downstairs getting ready."
I got up to leave, but before I did I took one last look at the girls.
They were gorgeous young women and I felt lucky to be here.
When I got downstairs I met Jay coming out of his room. He was dressed
in shorts and a t-shirt, so I said, "I thought you said swim suits?"
He grinned and replied, "It's called the 'Bikini Bash' and it's about
the women. So unless you're planning to wear a bikini, shorts are
fine. If you like just wear your swim trunks."
I guess I looked confused, because he went on with, "There'll be
thirty or forty people on board and like I said, the guys are all
heavy hitters. It's called a charity event, but it's really a way for
the rich guys to get together, make business deals and show off their
girlfriends."
"Girlfriends? Won't their wives be there?"
"No, it's supposed to be a 'men only' thing. But these guys all have,
uhh, companions."
"Aren't your folks are going to be there?"
"No, my dad is one of the sponsors, but he doesn't go to these things.
My mom and he had an 'understanding' a few years ago, so he sends me."
"So you talk business with the guys?"
"No, I just represent the company. I uhh, show up every year with
someone new, usually it's a model or something. They all wait to see
who I bring; then they tease my dad about it. By the way, I already
talked to the girls and Lane about this. If you don't mind, when we
get there I'm gonna have all three of the girls walk in with me. When
those old farts get a look at them they're gonna have a stroke."
"Aren't there other cute girls there?"
"Sometimes there are. But mostly they're older and some of them are
pros."
Something about this bothered me. Were we going there just so he could
parade the girls around? It must have showed on my face because he
said, "Don't worry, everyone will have a good time and the food is
outstanding."

I took a quick shower, threw on my trunks and a t-shirt and I got
upstairs in time to see Jay unloading bags of food that had obviously
just been delivered. There were three salads, three submarine
sandwiches, some soft drinks and a giant bag of fries. 
Jay said, "This is just to take the edge off, dinner isn't until eight
o'clock." I watched Marla and Monique take salads, but when I looked
at Meg she was eyeing one of the subs with a ravenous look in her eye.
Then a funny thing happened. 
She was starting to reach for one of the subs when she noticed I was
watching her. She stopped in mid-reach as I stuck out my belly and
began rubbing it like a fat guy in a cartoon. It took her a second to
realize I was making fun of her then she glared at me and turned back
to the subs just in time to see Jay pick them up, hand one to Lane and
toss the other one to me. I thought I'd tease her, so I quickly
unwrapped it, took a big bite and said, "Umm, delicious!"
She immediately got a look on her face like I ran over her cat or
something and when Jay saw it he asked, "Hey guys, what's going on?"
I grinned and answered, "It's a private joke, Meg is mad at me for
stealing her sandwich."
Jay said, "No problem, I didn't know what everyone would want, so I
got plenty," and he reached into another bag and pulled out some more
sandwiches. Meg grabbed one then she turned toward me so Jay couldn't
see her and stuck her tongue out at me. It was a funny gesture and
typical of her, but with her new look, it seemed a little out of
place. Then she did something unexpected. She closed her mouth and
started to turn away, then she stopped, looked back at me and did
something that almost gave me goose-bumps. All she did was close her
eyes a little, raise an eyebrow and stare intently at me. It only
lasted a second before she turned away again but that brief look made
the hair on my neck stand up. The bikini and her make-up probably had
something to do with it, but it showed me something I hadn't realized.
She was a very sexy looking girl, and she knew it!  

Jay kept checking his watch and around four-thirty he told us to grab
a jacket and we got into his car and drove to a marina. When we pulled
into the parking lot he said, "Hold on a minute," and we sat there
while he watched a bunch of people being loaded into a motor launch. 
As soon as it pulled away he said, "This is gonna be fun. I mentioned
that the people on board sort-of expect me to show up with someone
special. I've brought some pretty girls in the past, but none as
beautiful as any of you. This year I'm going to blow them away when I
step on board with all three of you on my arm."
Marla looked at Monique and Meg, and when they smiled, she asked,
"What about Pete and Lane?"
Jay turned to us and said, "Just hang back for a minute while we make
our 'entrance', then follow us in."
Lane looked at me, and when I shrugged, he said to Jay, "Okay, but you
owe us. By the way, why did we wait for that last launch to leave?"
"Because there are two launches working and the other one is piloted
by a friend of mine. I want us to be the only guests on board."
I said, "But the dock is starting to fill up with people."
Jay replied, "I know, but he's going to pick us up someplace else." 
Just then we saw another launch returning. The driver was looking
towards us and when Jay waved at him he headed toward a different
dock. We made our way there, climbed into the launch and headed out.
We wound our way through a bunch of sailboats and a few minutes later
it was obvious where we were headed. Sitting there looking like a huge
white space ship was the biggest yacht I ever saw. 
Marla and Meg both cried out and pointed to it. When they did, Jay
explained, "It's a beauty isn't it. It's the 'Galatia' and it belongs
to a guy named Selin. You'll meet him. He hosts this event every
year."
Marla asked, "What does he do?"
"I don't know. I've heard that when someone tries to pin him down he
says he's an investor. All I know is that Selin is a Turkish name and
the boat has Turkish registry. Some people say he deals in diamonds
and others say he has something to do with oil. Whatever it is, he is
very rich"
She asked, "Is he an old guy?"
"Not at all and he's in great shape. I thought he was in his thirties
but my dad thinks he's older."
"Is he married?"
"I don't know, but I know he's a player. There is always this same
gorgeous girl with him on the boat, but she's very quiet. She'll smile
and say hello, but rarely more than that and after dinner she always
disappears. He's attentive to her when she's around, but as soon as
she leaves he makes the rounds of the best looking girls. On a couple
occasions he's had conversations with the girls I brought, and I know
that at least one of them dated him for a while."
Marla looked at him for a second before she asked, "And that didn't
bother you?"
He looked back at her and said, "No, I didn't care about them, but it
would bother me if he tries it this time."
Marla smiled and hugged his arm.

The closer we got to the boat the bigger and more elegant it looked.
It was snow white and there wasn't a scrape or a mark anywhere. We
pulled alongside next to an open hatch where two men in crisp white
uniforms were there to help us on board. 
We entered a small room where a man was standing next to a little
bench with a folder and some small baskets on it. When he saw Jay he
smiled and reached out to shake hands and when he did I noticed he was
wearing a sidearm. Jay said a few words to him then he bent and began
writing in the folder. While Jay was writing, the guy was looking us
over. Next, Jay handed each of us a basket and said to put our keys,
purses and metal things in it. The guy asked the girls to open their
purses and after a quick look he passed one of those metal-detector
wands over each of us.
Then, with a cheerful, "Have a good time," he motioned us through
another door. We went up some stairs and Jay stopped us just inside
the door at the top. He took the jackets from Meg and Marla and handed
them to us but Monique asked to keep her wrap. He nodded, then, with a
big grin, he put one arm around Marla, asked Monique and Meg to get
close and he opened the door and stepped up on deck. 
Lane and I waited for a minute then we followed them.

A man dressed like the people below greeted us on the deck. He
welcomed us then he took the jackets, pointed to a door and said they
would be in there if we needed them. 
The boat was fabulous. Everything that wasn't shiny brass or chrome
was snow white and so clean it almost hurt your eyes. Jay and the
girls were standing about twenty feet away surrounded by a group of
older men. They all seemed to be talking, so Lane and I took a minute
to look around. A streamlined two story superstructure that looked
like it should have been on a space ship rather than a boat, took up
about two-thirds of the deck. The bottom floor had large, darkened
windows all around it. The second floor had a walkway around it, more
of the large windows and sitting on top of that was a smaller
structure that was probably the steering/navigation room. Sticking out
the back of the room was a mast another ten or fifteen feet high and
perched on top of it was a dome. I looked at Lane and he mouthed,
"Radar." About three quarters of the way up the mast was a crossbar.
It was braced by guy-wires and bristling with antennas. 
There was an odd shaped structure at the rear of the boat, so Lane and
I walked back to take a look. The area was roped off, but we could see
the tail rotor of a helicopter sticking out the back end. 
It was getting pretty warm and when I mentioned it to Lane he said,
"You're right, let's go get a glass of something cool," and he nodded
toward the bow where a guy was serving things from what appeared to be
a portable bar, so we headed for it. 
Standing in small groups or sitting in deck chairs were several men
and about two dozen women. The women were all wearing bikinis and they
nearly all had good bodies. Most of them were attractive but a few
were rather hard looking. 
When we got close to the bar I noticed something that made me laugh
inside. Lane is a good-looking guy. He's about six feet tall and he's
very well built. I'm a few inches taller and people tell me I'm pretty
buff, so I guess we made an interesting twosome because every woman
there was watching us. Lane ordered us a couple mimosas and while the
server was preparing them I heard a woman say, "They're cute. Do you
think you could get one of them to come home with you?" Another voice
said, "Shit, that's easy, watch this," and I looked around to see two
women standing behind us. One was a very attractive older woman. She
looked to be in her early fifties, but surprisingly, she had a killer
body. The other woman, a younger blond wearing giant sunglasses and a
tiny bikini came up to us. She was only about five feet tall and her
bikini top was so small it barely covered her huge, obviously fake
breasts. She went to me first, looked me up and down and said, "Too
big," and turned to Lane. 
She was giving him the 'once-over' when he did something that cracked
me up. He reached up, pulled his sunglasses to the edge of his nose,
peered down at her over the top of them, said, "Humph, too small," and
he flicked his hand at her like he was brushing away an insect and he
turned away from her. 
She blinked at him and muttered, "Asshole," just as the server handed
us our drinks. As we walked away I could hear the older woman laughing
and I could see Lane chuckling to himself. 
We walked toward the place where Jay and the girls were standing with
all the men and when we got close I heard one of the men say, "C'mon
Jay, you have three gorgeous girls, how about letting me have one?"
Jay laughed, grabbed the girls and cried, "No! They're mine,
all-mine," which got a big laugh from everyone. 
Jay looked around and when he saw us he motioned us over and said,
"I'm just kidding guys. These are Meg and Monique's 'Real' dates, so
leave them alone." Then he turned to Marla and said, "This one's mine
and she's all the woman I can handle." I watched Marla's eyes flicker,
then she got a soft look on her face. It was obvious she was falling
for him. Maybe I should have been a little jealous, but actually it
made me feel good. 
I looked at Monique and she was smiling so I slipped my arm around her
and when I did, she snuggled against me.
Jay introduced us, and the men were not what I expected. These
'heavy-hitters' as Jay described them were probably in their late
fifties or more and there was plenty of gray hair, but they weren't
the paunchy, overweight business tycoons like you see in cartoons.
Instead, they were lean and athletic-looking and when they shook hands
they looked directly at you and their grip was firm. I was thinking
that this must be what a modern day business man must be like, when a
soft, slightly accented voice behind us said, "Well Jay, it looks like
you outdid yourself this time."
I noticed how everyone immediately paid attention, and when I looked
around I thought I could see why. There was a couple standing behind
us and the woman was stunning. She was maybe five and a half feet tall
and was wearing a medium length white dress that contrasted
beautifully with her dark eyes, dark skin and shiny jet black hair
that hung well past her waist. The sleeveless top was deeply cut and
showed the swell of large breasts. She looked a lot like the dancer I
met on the beach in Cabo San Lucas. She wasn't as tall as that girl,
but she had the same intense look and was every bit as beautiful. For
a split second I could almost see her dancing half naked by the light
of a campfire. 
But it turned out she wasn't the person the men were looking at. When
Jay said, "Hello Selin," I had to pull my eyes away from the girl to
look at her companion. He had curly black hair and he was wearing a
white suit and an open-neck white shirt. The temperature was in the
high nineties, but he didn't look uncomfortable and he didn't seem to
be perspiring. He was a little less than six feet tall, deeply tanned
and he looked very fit. He was wearing sun glasses so I couldn't see
his eyes, but something about his posture and the way everyone was
looking at him, told me that he was 'the man'. 
Jay introduced Marla first and when he did, the guy took off his
sunglasses and held out his hand. He was very handsome but his eyes
were dark and nearly expressionless. When Marla reached out to take
his hand he didn't shake it; he merely held it and said, "It's very
nice to meet you." 
He did the same thing when Jay introduced Meg, but when Jay introduced
Monique he took her hand but didn't say anything for a minute. Then he
bent as though he was going to kiss her hand, but at the last second
she pulled it from his grasp, put her arm around me and said, "Thank
you for having my boyfriend and me aboard your beautiful vessel."
She emphasized the word 'boyfriend' and it was a little embarrassing
because he stood there with his hand out for a second. But he quickly
recovered and said, "You're very welcome," but he never took his eyes
off her. 
Jay introduced Lane and me. He nodded to each of us but he didn't
offer to shake hands and I noticed his eyes kept darting toward
Monique.
Just then the latest group of people showed up at the entrance and the
couple went over to say hello.
The men around us talked a little more but nobody mentioned anything
about what just happened and a little later they wandered off. As soon
as they left Jay asked Monique, "Why did you do that?"
She answered, "Something about him gives me the creeps and I wanted
him to know I had a boyfriend."
Jay grinned and said, "I'll bet that was a first for him. Most girls
practically faint when he shows them that much attention."
She frowned and asked, "What does the girl he's with, do about it? Is
she his wife?"
Jay answered, "She just watches and never says a word. I don't know
what she is to him. They're always together on these things, but they
tell me he's been seen at major events with other women. I heard that
once it was with a major movie star, once it was with the ex-wife of a
senator and one time it was said to be the daughter of the king of
some European country."
There was more noise from the entrance and this time a large group
came on deck. The greeter took their wraps and after they said hello
to Selin and the girl, they walked by us and headed toward the bar.
Leading the way were a pair of giants. I recognized the guy
immediately. It was 7' 3", Tyrone Washington, the center for the LA
Stars and the guy the newspapers say is the richest man in
professional basketball. Walking with him was the tallest girl I ever
saw. Tyrone is a light-skinned black man but the girl was ebony black.
When she passed us she smiled and her teeth and eyes shown like
beacons. Barefoot she was probably 6' 6", but she was wearing six inch
heels and she was nearly as tall as he was. She was wearing a bikini,
but she had an athlete's body and it didn't look good on her. 
They made such an imposing couple that I nearly missed two familiar
faces. One was Jack Hedden; the star of Rocket Man and he was walking
with Dolores Rio, a well known TV actress I used to see around the
studio. I remember Kristen telling me Jack Hedden was gay, but he had
his arm around Ms. Rio and they seemed to be a couple. They passed
close to us, and when he saw me he winked. The girl glanced at me and
looked me up and down, but I'm sure she didn't recognize me.
Following behind them were three other couples. The first was a gruff
looking man and a skinny, mousy looking girl. She was wearing a bikini
that looked like it belonged to someone twice her size. She had almost
no tits and the top of her suit fit so poorly that when they passed us
I could actually see one of her tiny nipples. 
Next was a short bald guy. He had an unlit cigar in his mouth and he
had his hand behind him, practically towing a young, dizzy looking
blond girl. I don't think she'd ever been on a boat before because she
was staring wide-eyed at everything and talking non-stop in a high,
squeaky voice.
Behind her was a tall blond with a huge chest. Her tits were so heavy
the straps holding the top of her bikini had sunk into the tops of her
shoulders so far they almost disappeared, and shuffling along behind
her was a guy who looked like he was ninety years old. When they got
far enough away, Jay said, "That's Armond Dale and his girlfriend. He
owns Ardale Oil, about three blocks of Wilshire Boulevard in LA and
God knows what else."
Marla said, "His girlfriend! She looks like she's about twenty years
old."
Jay just grinned and shrugged.
We were laughing and shaking our heads when Selin motioned to the man
who had greeted us when we stepped on deck. He followed Selin and his
girlfriend to the bar at to the bow of the boat and when they got
there, the greeter took a microphone and said, "I think we're all here
now, everybody come up front so we can let the fun begin."
 As everyone headed toward the bar I noticed that Selin went over to
the attractive older lady we had seen at the bar. He pulled her aside
and they seemed to be having an animated conversation. 
Hawaiian music began playing from speakers and when everyone had
gathered by the bar, a door opened and four guys wearing grass skirts
and carrying bongo drums came running out. They began beating on the
drums in time with the music and a few seconds later a girl came
running out. She was wearing a grass skirt, had a Lei around her neck
and a bra that looked like it was made from flowers. She stopped and
held a hand to her forehead as though she were shading her eyes and
looking for something. She was gorgeous. She had long black hair that
hung well past her butt and her skin was a dark golden brown. Suddenly
a guy appeared at the doorway behind her and a cheer broke out from
the women in the crowd when he stepped onto the deck. He was heavily
muscled, his oiled skin was even darker than the girl's was and the
grass skirt he was wearing was even shorter. He acted like he was
looking for something. Then, even though she was less than ten feet
away he seemed to finally spot the girl and when he did, he let out a
roar. The girl turned and when she saw him she screamed and started to
run. 
He was on her in an instant and they pretended to wrestle. It soon
became obvious that neither was wearing much under the grass skirts.
They were facing each other so you couldn't really see anything but
buns. I didn't pay attention to his, but hers were great. A second
later her Lei went flying followed shortly by her flowered bra. Her
tits were beautiful. She broke away from him and she slapped him. It
wasn't a hard slap, but he staggered away as though he'd been hit by a
club. 
'Accidentally' facing the crowd so we could admire her beautiful
breasts, she peered around like she was looking for a way to escape.
Then, as the guy recovered from her mighty blow, he started to lunge
after her. She took off, ran to a ladder that was attached to the side
of the superstructure and started up it. He was right behind her and
as the two of them scurried up, it was indeed obvious they were naked
under the little grass skirts and we were all treated to views of
their bottoms. They continued up a second ladder until they were at
the mast. They stopped, there was a brief struggle and suddenly both
of their skirts went flying. Now they were both were completely naked.
She pushed him away and when he stumbled back she climbed that slick
steel pole like a circus acrobat and jumped onto the crossbar. She
stood for a few seconds with the sun gleaming off her beautiful body.
She really was magnificent. He climbed after her and when he got near
the bar she began working her way between the antennas until she was
standing on the end hanging onto a support wire. When he got to the
crossbar he stopped and held his hand out to her as though he was
asking her to come to him. But she shook her head, so he stepped onto
the crossbar, facing the crowd below. When he did, there were some
gasps and a few giggles from the women around us. He was facing us
now. He had a generous 'package' and he was about half-hard. He stood
there for a minute so anyone interested could have a good look, then
he started working his way toward the girl. The closer he got the
louder the drums got, then, when he was so close he could almost touch
her, the drums stopped, she leapt into space and the guy launched
himself after her.
Both of their bodies seemed to hang for a second, then, in unison they
threw out their arms, and in two perfect swan dives they headed for
the water. 
There was a lot of applause but I noticed a lot of knowing looks and
head shaking so I asked Jay why. He replied, "They do that every year,
but word has it that the girl is pregnant."
Marla, clearly upset, said, "What? Why is she still doing this if
she's pregnant? The shock on her body must be tremendous!"
Jay shrugged just as a voice behind us said, "She's not pregnant."
It was the older lady from the bar. Jay cried, "Aunt Jane," and he
rushed to her, gave her a big hug and said, "What are you doing here,
I didn't know you were in to this sort of thing?"
She answered, "I'm not. I'm here to try and raise money for a project
of mine."
Jay turned to us, and with his arm still around her, he said, "Guys,
please meet Doctor Jane Snow, the prettiest doctor in the world and my
very favorite aunt." Then he added, "Aunt Jane, I want you to meet my
friends. This is Marla Rand. Please get to know her. She'll be around
for as long as she'll put up with me."
The lady looked surprised. She smiled at Jay and said, "It's about
time." Then she looked Marla up and down, put out her hand and said,
"You're a beautiful young woman and you seem to have captured my young
friend's heart. Are you going to be gentle with it?"
Marla took her hand and replied, "Thank you Doctor Snow, I promise I
will. So far he's been behaving himself. If he continues this way
he'll have my mine as well and I must tell you it looks promising."
That got a chuckle from the lady and big smile from Jay.
Next, Jay introduced Meg and Lane, then Monique and I. She greeted
each of us with a handshake then she said, "What a good-looking
group." She looked at Lane, nodded toward Meg and asked, "Have you two
been together long?"
Lane answered, "No, we just met this weekend."
She looked at each of them and added, "I hope it works out, you make a
handsome couple."
Lane answered, "I hope so too," and he moved closer to Meg and reached
for her hand. She took it and gave him a smile that could have melted
metal.
The lady had been smiling the whole time but it faded a little when
she looked at Monique and I and she asked, "What about you two?"
I was about to answer when Monique said, "Pete is my boyfriend. We've
been apart for a while but we're together now."
She looked at Monique for a second before she said, "Good luck."  
She was staring at us with an odd look on her face when Marla broke in
with, "Doctor Snow, are you JD Snow of the Snow Institute?"
Looking back at Marla, the lady answered, "Yes. Why, do you know of
us?"
Marla looked impressed as she answered, "Yes Ma'am. I help out at the
family planning clinic in the San Fernando Valley and your picture is
on the wall in the director's office next to a whole shelf of books
and articles you've written. Doctor Jacoby talks about you all the
time. He says your books are his bibles."
She answered, "David is a good man, please thank him for me." 
"I will. Uhh, what about the lady diver, are you allowed to talk about
whether she's pregnant?"
"She's a patient of ours and she asked me to. She and her husband make
their living doing these kinds of shows and she was worried that
people might not hire them if they thought she might be hurting
herself. The rumor of her being pregnant was actually started by
another group who do similar shows."
Jay said, "Wow, diving off a boat is a heck of a way to make a
living."
Dr. Snow answered, "They do other things as well. They're both
wonderful dancers, you were supposed to see that later-on tonight." 
Then oddly, she looked at me and said, "You don't happen to know how
to dance do you?" 
I answered, "Actually, yes, my mother is a dance teacher."
Jay interrupted with, "You should see him Aunt Jane, he's pretty
good."
She smiled, shook her head and said, "I'm not surprised."
Jay cocked his head and asked, "Why did you ask if he could dance and
why are you not surprised that he can?"
She looked at each of us and said, "Look at him, I bet he does
everything well. I bet both of them do. They're so beautiful it's
almost a shame. Are they actors or something?"
Jay said, "Pete's an actor, Monique is a model." 
It was a little disconcerting listening to them talk about us while we
were standing in front of them so I interrupted with, "Why did you
want to know if I could dance?"
She asked, "Could I talk to the three of you for a minute?"
I looked at Monique and she shrugged, so we stepped over to a railing
where she said, "This is a little complicated. There are a group of
very powerful people here this weekend and Selin tells me that some
big things are going on and he asked me to talk to you. I know that
this might seem trivial to you, but Selin says the state of mind of
these people is very important and they're looking forward to some
more entertainment. Adelita and Jorge are the couple who just did the
diving. They are also supposed to do a rather suggestive dance later
this evening. You wouldn't know it by looking at them but they were in
an auto accident yesterday and they were both hurt. He has a very sore
back and it's probably a lot worse after that dive, but she seems
okay. Selin was wondering if you might stand in for him."
"Stand in for him, how? What would I have to do?"
"Be her dance partner. He says you won't have to do anything but stand
there. She'll take care of everything."
"Why me?"
"Because you're a very handsome young man and Adelita needs someone to
dance with."
"Tell him thanks, but I'd rather stay with Monique."
She turned to Monique and said, "Actually, he has something in mind
for you as well." Monique started to interrupt, but the lady held up
her hand to stop her and she looked over her shoulder. I hadn't
noticed before, but the greeter was standing a short way off. He came
over to us when Dr, Snow nodded to him and he said to Monique, "Mr.
Selin would like you to be Lady Galatea tonight."
Jay's eyes got wide, he turned to Monique and with a big grin he said,
"Wow! Great choice! Oh Monique, you have to do it. It's a lot of fun
and you'll end up with some really neat stuff."
She answered, "W-What will I have to do?"
He said, "Nothing, they take care of everything," then he turned to me
and said, "Pete, trust me, I promise it'll be a night she'll
remember."
I pulled Monique a few steps away and said, "I trust Jay and it sounds
like it might be fun, why don't you see what it's all about?"
She looked up at me and she had a twinkle in her eye when she asked,
"Are you sure you're not trying to get rid of me so you can dance with
that gorgeous girl?"
Thinking quickly, I pulled her to me, whispered, "There is only one
gorgeous girl here," and I kissed her on the cheek.
That seemed to make up her mind and she went to the greeter and said,
"Sure, why not." 
The greeter said, "Great. Let's step away for a few minutes. I'll tell
you a little about what you'll be doing."
"Can't you tell me in front of these people?"
"Yes, but don't you think it would be better if it was a surprise?"
She said, "I guess so," and she followed the greeter far enough away
so they could speak and not be heard. They were talking animatedly
when I asked Jay, "Is this a big deal?"
"Actually it is, you'll see why later on. But this is strange. They
usually hire a supermodel or a well-known actress. I heard this year
it was going to be Delores Rio. I know she's here because I just saw
her, but something must have happened."
"What will Monique be doing?"
He said, "You'll see. Don't worry, it'll be fun," then he turned to
Dr. Snow and asked, "What kind of project are you working on?"
"I want to add a research wing to the hospital and Selin tells me
there are some people here this weekend that need a tax shelter."
"How do you know him?"
"I don't. I think your dad told him about my facility and what my
needs were. All I know is, I got a call last week inviting me."
Jay grinned, "And they told you to show up in a bikini?"
She cocked her head and said, "Yes, they said that was the only way
they'd let me in."
Jay laughed out loud, "I bet that was my dad's doing. He knows what
you look like in a bikini from all those times you've been swimming at
our house. You know he's always had a crush on you."
Grinning broadly she answered, "You tell your father I said he was a
horny old man. He knows darn well his wife is my best friend."
Monique joined us and she had a happy look on her face, but she
wouldn't tell us what the greeter said, so we went back to where Marla
and Lane were standing. When we filled them in on what was happening
Marla said, "Jay, there seems to be a lot of women here. Are there
more men somewhere?"
Jay answered, "Yes, the real heavyweights are down below, drinking and
making deals. You'll see them later."
Marla said to Dr. Snow, "Why aren't you down there with them?"
She grimaced and answered, "From what I hear, it's a
'Good-ole-boy's-club', thing. They wouldn't let me in there, but
Selin's people tell me they might approve something for me by
tonight."

Several musicians joined the drummers by the bar. The drummers picked
up different instruments and for the next hour or so we sat in deck
chairs, listened to Island music and sipped drinks with umbrellas in
them while we watched the sun set. It was very relaxing and I had a
slight buzz when they called us for dinner.
 We took our time getting up, so by the time we got to the dining room
we were standing behind a group of the women who had been at the
outside bar. There was a man standing at the doorway. It was the guy
who had signed us in when we got off the launch. Some men were already
seated and as the women stepped to the door the man would direct them
to their companions. When he got to us, he held his arm out to Dr.
Snow. She took it and we followed him to a table where a tall,
distinguished looking man was waiting. The man said to her, "Doctor
Snow I'm Doctor Engle." They shook hands and from the looks on their
faces I could tell they were both pleased. We introduced ourselves and
when we were seated I had a chance to look around. 
It was large, beautifully appointed room, complete with hanging
chandeliers, a polished wood floor and floor-to-ceiling drapes at the
edges of the full-length windows. There was a small stage on one end
and a different group of musicians from the ones on deck were playing
softly. There were six tables, three on each side of the room. Each
was set for eight people and they were spaced so there was a pathway
down the middle leading to a small dance area in front of the stage.
The tables were lavishly set, with large flower centerpieces. The
plates appeared to be real china and the silverware looked genuine. 
When I commented to Jay that it was a beautiful layout, he said, "Yes
it is. You're looking at Minton china, Wallace sterling and Baccarat
crystal glassware. You could buy a small car for the cost of each
place setting."
Dinner was wonderful. Everything was very tasty but I only recognized
about half of what they served. They were bringing around coffee when
the 'greeter' got on stage and said, "We have a slight change tonight.
Jorge and Adelita were involved in an auto accident last night and
Jorge is a little sore." He motioned to me and went on with, "So we
asked Pete here to help us out. Hang on; we'll be back in a few
minutes."
He motioned for Monique and me to come with him and we followed him to
a doorway where he stopped and said, "Adelita is inside. She'll let
you know what to do," and he left with Monique.
When I opened the door I found the divers lying on a couch together.
She got to her feet but she seemed to be moving slowly and she seemed
to limp slightly. She was wearing a robe and her hair, still damp from
the water, was caught in a beret. He didn't move at all. He looked up
at me and in broken English he said, "I can't get up because of much
pain. Thank you for helping. Adelita will explain what we need from
you."
In even worse English, the girl came to me, looked closely at me and
said, "You beeg fellow. Take off shirt."
When I slipped out of my t-shirt she circled around me and said
something in Spanish to the man. He replied to her in Spanish, then he
said to me, "Can you leeft her up?"
I don't think she weighed much more than one-ten, so I grabbed her
waist, lifted her off the ground and held her there.
When I first touched her I thought I noticed a grimace of pain but it
quickly went away and she stared down at me with interest. 
The man said, "Eees good, take off shoes and shorts."
I put her down then I turned to the man and said, "Senor, I'm uhh, not
wearing underpants."
He answered, "Eees okay, she feex."
When I put her down she had gone to a satchel and took something out
of it. 
I stood there wondering what to do until he said, "Done be embarrass,
eees okay, she feex," again, so I reached for my swim trunks. She
stood there watching me and when they dropped to the ground she handed
me something. It look a little like a thong bikini bottom. It was
nothing more than a flesh-colored waist band and a simple swatch of
stretchy cloth. I was standing there looking at it when she took it
from me, dropped to her knees in front of me. Her beautiful face was
inches from my cock, but she didn't seem interested. She helped me
step into the contraption, then she pulled it up to my waist and began
tucking my cock and balls into it. When she finished she went to the
satchel and brought back a mirror.
I looked at myself. The waist band was nearly invisible and the cloth
swatch covered everything. Even though I had become a little hard
because of her 'handling' me, it was as though I had no genitals at
all. Next she sprayed me with an oil of some kind and rubbed her hands
all over me to smooth it out. When she finished, there was a short
conversation between her and the man and she took off the robe.   
She was completely naked.
She handed me the spray bottle and turned her back. I sprayed her a
few times and began rubbing in the oil on her back, arms and down her
back. When I got to her buns she said, "Mas aceite," and moved her
legs apart. I stared blankly at her until the man said, "More oil." 
I sprayed her some more and began working on her buns. She had a
world-class ass and her buns were hard as steel. When I reached
between her legs she didn't flinch even when I touched the bottom of
her pussy. When I finished rubbing the oil in, she turned around. She
was magnificent and being this close to her was a real trip. Her pussy
was shaved smooth. Her tits were beautiful and they didn't jiggle when
she moved around, but it didn't look like they were fake it was
because she was solid muscle. I reached for her to do her front but
she took the spray bottle from me and did it herself and when she
finished, her body glistened like gold. 
Next she brought me a grass skirt, put it around me and adjusted it to
suit her and did the same to herself. Then she grabbed us each a new
flowered Lei. The flowers covered her nipples but the slightest
movement exposed them and the affect was even sexier than when she was
naked. 
She took my hand and brought us in front of the man. He looked us over
and when he nodded, she went to the doorway and turned off the lights.
The room had no windows so it was pitch black. Nothing happened for a
minute so I said, "Uhh, what's going on?" The man's voice came back
with, "Get eyes used to darkness."
I stood there for what seemed quite a while, then the door opened and
a man led me down a darkened hallway to the dining room. It was dark
in there as well. The drapes had been closed and the only light came
from around their edges. But I could see okay and he took me to a spot
in front of the stage, turned me until I was facing the aisle between
the tables, said, "Stay right here," and he left. Maybe twenty seconds
went by, then the band behind me started playing some kind of jungle
music and suddenly I was bathed in light. There were 'oohs and aahs'
from the women in the room and even a few whistles, then, with a crash
of cymbals, lights came on over the aisle between the tables and
Adelita burst into the room. She crouched, pretended to look around
and when she saw me, she began moving toward me. She didn't walk or
run, she was still in the half-crouch and she sort-of flowed toward
me. When she got close, she stopped and looked me up and down. Then
she moved closer, wrapped her leg and one arm around me and began
caressing me with the other hand. I could feel her grass skirt against
my leg, but I could also feel her pussy beneath it and it felt so good
I began to wonder if I was going to pop out of my 'thong'. 
The music picked up and she began to twirl around me. She would
occasionally reach in to touch or tease me. The music quickened and
the Lei she was wearing began flying around, so she tore it off,
exposing her beautiful breasts and causing some people to gasp. Then
she leaned in and dragged her nipples across my chest. I'd been
standing there motionless, but I couldn't stand still anymore and as
the music began to fill my head I lifted my arms and started swaying
and turning to face her as she danced around me. At one point when she
leaned in to touch me with her nipples I grabbed her under her arms
and lifted her over my head. She wrapped her legs around my chest, put
her hands on my shoulders and when I began to spin around the floor
with her she cocked her head toward me the way that women do when
they're trying to be sexy. It worked, and for a minute I almost forgot
where I was. Only a glimpse at our table and oddly, an intense look
from Meg brought me back to my senses.  
Round and around we went and suddenly she let go of my shoulders and
flung her hands out behind her. I couldn't believe how strong she was.
She was holding on to me with just her legs and her body was at right
angles to me. She began twisting and writhing around, her long hair an
ebony fan behind her. The force of our spinning caused the blades of
her grass skirt to fly upward and her naked pussy was completely
exposed. It must have looked as sexy to the people in the room as it
did to me because cheers began to break out and some of the men stood
up and applauded. 
We went on that way for quite a while. It didn't seem if should ever
tire, but at one point the music slowed, so I reached for her and when
she relaxed her legs I set her down. When her legs hit the floor she
made a face and lifted one leg. Something was wrong. She was in pain
and it looked like her foot or ankle. She was staring at me like she
was confused as to what to do next. Thinking quickly I picked her up
like a baby and continued to dance around the floor with her. The
whole thing only took a second and I'm not sure anyone even noticed.
She was great she adapted instantly and began caressing my cheeks,
stroking my hair and nuzzling my neck like lovers would if they were
dancing alone. It was a real turn-on holding this beautiful, mostly
naked girl against me and I think I could have gone on for a long
time, but the music finally ended and when it did the girl leapt off
me, landed on her 'good' leg, turned to me and bowed. I bowed back and
the people responded with huge applause.
The greeter walked over between us, waved his arm at us and asked for
more applause. After the room responded, he said, "Pete, thank you for
filling in for Jorge. I hear you're a good dancer, would you like to
show us by dancing the Tango with Adelita?"
I said, "Sure, but she has to put on some clothes or I'm not sure I
could concentrate on dancing."
There were some good-natured boo's from the crowd then Adelita went to
the greeter and said something to him. There was a brief discussion
then the greeter said, "Adelita is a little sore from the accident, is
there someone in the crowd who would like to dance the Tango with
Pete?"
Several girls stood up. Surprisingly, one was Dolores Rio, the girl
who came with Jack Hedden. Acting as though nobody else mattered, she
began to walk toward me. But more surprising was Meg. She stepped in
front of me, practically daring Rio to come any closer. Then she
turned to the greeter and said, "He promised to dance a Tango with me,
but I don't want to dance the Tango when he's dressed this way. How
about we try something else?"
The greeter said, "Sure. What do you have in mind?"
Meg ran to the band and after a short conversation she came back and
stood in front of me. The band began with a swing number and we
started moving together.
She was even better than I remembered. It was even more obvious that
she'd had a lot of training. We had only danced together once but she
was able to follow me no-matter what I did and I began to have a
really good time. When the band built toward the finish of the tune
she began dancing closer and at the end, she stepped back, did three
amazingly quick spins and ended in my arms to boisterous applause from
the crowd. 
But surprisingly, things were not over. Meg must have asked the band
about it when she talked with them because they immediately went into
one of my favorite tunes and she stepped in front of me with a look on
her face that I'll remember for a long time. 
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NOTE!!!

I want to thank everyone who's stuck around for so long and I'd like
to answer some questions people have been asking me.

Q- When is going to end?
A- I have no idea. It started out to be a short story and it kind-of
got away from me. My best answer is... I'll end it when it quits being
fun to write.

Q- Why does it take so long to post a new chapter?
A- I'm really busy at work and I don't have a lot of time to spend on
the story. Plus, I'm not a professional writer and I agonize over each
sentence. Sometimes I'll write an entire sequence. Later I'll go back
and decide I don't like it and I'll delete it and start over.

Q- Where do you get your ideas?
A- Lot of them happened to me or close friends of mine. The odd thing
is, in EVERY case I had to tone down what really happened. If I told
what really happened, it wouldn't be believable.

Q- Why do you always get rid of the girls just when they're getting
interesting?
A- If I didn't, Pete would have to be content with one girl and the
story would have to end.

Q- Which girl is Pete going to end up with?
A- I have no idea. I know which one I'd like to see him with, but he's
only 17, so there's plenty of time. (Which one would YOU like to see
him with?)

Q- What's next?
A- In the short term... we have to finish the 'boat' sequence (It's
going to lead somewhere that deals with a couple of the characters and
may surprise you). 
Next weekend we have to deal with Denise and Cantil. 
After that, we'll wait and see. I really don't plan very far in
advance. I have some ideas, but mostly I just start writing and let
the story take me where it will.

Finally...
Someone set up a Yahoo group for me, but I don't know how to use it.
As I understand it, you get to it by entering
Http://groups.yahoo.com/group/the_magi_archive/
At least I THINK that's the way. If anyone knows how else to use it,
I'd welcome the help. If you'd like to talk about things or ask a
question, give it a try. Or you can email me at baner1@earthlink.net. 

Magi






 

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