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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 27 of 29 - Completely re-written
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--> Author: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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Before they ever stepped foot on the island, all of the
ladies were promised an opportunity at taking home $500,000.
It had been explained to them, both over the telephone and
through the mail, that they were guaranteed at least $50,000
for their valuable time during these ten weeks. One of them,
they were told, would get something even better - $500,000.
However, I offered no hint or clue as to what the criteria
was for attaining the big prize. With the help of my voyeur
room, I eavesdropped on animated discussions and exchanges
between the ladies about the money during the first week on
the island. They were very curious about it, naturally, but
I refused to give them even a tiny hint as to the criteria.
Due to my financial snafu involving Lindsay, however, I
really had no choice but to raise the guaranteed money for
the ladies to $75,000. Before she arrived on the island, I
agreed to front Lindsay $25,000 in order to help her family
out. But before she left, I gave her a check for $50,000 -
having forgot that I had already given her the advance. I
did not feel like cutting another check, so I simply told
Lindsay to keep the extra money and have fun with it.
It would be highly unfair to the others if I did not give
them $75,000 as well. I am a fair and honest man, I believe,
and did not have any problems with the $25,000 "bonus" that I
had now guaranteed to the others. With all the money which I
have at my disposal, I really had nothing to fret about.
Before continuing any further, I should clarify that both
Devon and Kristanna had been disqualified from receiving any
type of financial compensation for spending these ten weeks
with me. The reason for that, of course, was quite simple.
Why would Devon and Kristanna need $75,000, or even $500,000,
when I planned on sharing my vast fortune with them for the
rest of our lives? I shall provide the two princesses with
everything that they will ever want in life.
Kristanna was never in the running to begin with, though.
The Norwegian was different than all of the other ladies, as
she had helped me plan and put everything in place here on
the island. Without her help and input, I'd still be alone.
But speaking of that big $500,000 prize, the time was
drawing near. My last full day on the island with the likes
of Pamela, Amy, Stephanie and Trish was just one week from
now. I had promised them that would be their long-awaited
"pay day". The big-money winner would be announced then,
too. But who deserved it? And why?
Of the candidates, did I want to give it to the woman
(Pamela) that I found the most attractive? How about the
one (Trish) who was the most sensitive, and caring? Amy
gave me the best blowjob. Would that be the determining
factor? Or perhaps Stephanie, whom could be classified as
being a mixture of all the girls, deserved the big money?
All of the ladies bantered back-and-forth about these
possibilities during their first week on the island, as
well as a countless number of others. Some suggested that
I would even offer the money to the one I found the least
attractive, or least aggressive. They were at a loss.
As time went on, however, speculation about the money
seemed to fade away. The girls knew they would get no
answers out of me, so it seemed that they just decided to
move forward and let the chips fall where they may. At the
end of these ten weeks, the ladies would get their answer.
But who deserved it the most?
An absolute super-sexy red-head, Amy sported one of the
hottest bodies I had ever laid my eyes upon. A luscious,
full-breasted vision of loveliness, Amy was a nymphomaniac
who knew no limit when it came to sexual satisfaction.
Perhaps one of Amy's most interesting traits, at least in
my eyes, was her rare ability to effortlessly switch between
dominant and submissive mindsets. I believe that Amy was
naturally submissive, though I'm fairly certain that the
28-year-old would never freely admit that. On the other
hand, she seemed very committed to a Mistress/submissive
relationship with Stephanie. Both ladies planned to move to
Stephanie's Connecticut hometown after leaving the island,
where I'm sure Amy would keep her in tight, strict bondage.
A tall and lithesome lovely at 5-foot-8, Stephanie was a
total sweetheart who always had a smile and friendly word or
two for everyone who crossed her path. I felt somewhat bad,
because I did not get the opportunity to delve quite as deep
into her mind as I would have truly liked these past couple
of months. I had been way too preoccupied with the others
to give her the attention that she really deserved. However,
Stephanie's overall attitude and friendliness made her an
excellent candidate for the $500,000 pay-out.
In the eyes of some, Trish's legacy here on the island
could be forever tarnished because she had been accused of
sexual harassment by Lindsay. I almost sent Trish packing
because she was so relentless in her pursuit of Lindsay.
But now, almost two months after that unfortunate episode,
I was glad that I had allowed Trish to stay with us. Indeed,
Trish should have hit the brakes when Lindsay told her that
she was not interested in a long-term relationship. But on
the other hand, I understood why Trish did what she did. I
once had similar feelings about a girl while in high school.
A well-stacked blonde who worked as a fitness instructor
in her hometown of Toronto, Trish had aspirations of one day
opening and running her very own health club. If Trish was
the recipient of the $500,000 pay-out, she would have a real
head start of making that dream a reality.
Last but certainly not least was Pamela, who I had become
quite attached to over the past nine weeks. This stunningly
beautiful and wickedly seductive woman had captured and then
broke my heart, but I held no ill will against her for it.
I understood the reason why she did not want to commit and
stay with us in a long-term relationship here on the island.
One could say that Pamela was the least deserving of the
big money. After all, I had already promised to build a
private school in or near Pamela's Maryland hometown so she
could one day fulfill her own dream of becoming a teacher.
I would certainly not hold her prior career as an exotic
dancer against her for it. If Pamela was qualified to
become a teacher, why should her past deny her from it?
The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized
that I could be spending millions upon millions of dollars
to build this school, and then get it operational. It did
not matter to me, though. I wanted Pamela to be happy.
Who should I give the check for $500,000 to? Does our
resident slut, Amy, deserve it? Perhaps Stephanie, the
friendly and charming sweetheart? The loving and devoted
Trish? Or Pamela, whom I had already promised a lot to?
If I gave it to either Amy or Stephanie, both of them would
share the cash since they were going to move in together.
Having special "privileges", both Devon and Kristanna
were already aware of who I had chosen for the big pay-out.
The two ladies were happy and ecstatic with the decision
that I made, as my choice was very well-deserving.
Devon and Kristanna were sworn to secrecy, however. The
big winner, so to speak, would be revealed in a week...
* * *
"Why can't we go down to the beach and be with everyone
else?" Devon asked me in the mansion's den, as she and I
stood across from one another. "They're having a barbeque!
You know how much I love barbeques..."
I could not help but to smile as Devon offered me a pout.
God, she was beautiful. Even when Devon pouted, she looked
absolutely gorgeous. Yes... this was my soul-mate in life.
Never before had something I planned to do seemed so right.
"We can go to the beach later," I told her in my usual,
calm tone. I put on some excessive charm and added, "What's
wrong with spending a little quiet time inside with me?"
"There's nothing wrong with it, really," she responded,
shrugging her shoulders. "It's just that Stephanie, Trish,
Pamela and Amy all leave us in a week. I doubt that we'll
ever see them again. I want to spend as much time with them
as possible - before they leave."
"I know you do, sweetheart," I nodded at her, grinning.
"Perhaps you are right. Maybe we should be at the grill-out
with the others." I paused and continued, "Yes. Let's go
to the kitchen and get some extra drinks for everyone, then
we'll head down to the beach. How does that sound?"
"Wonderful," Devon smiled, leaning upward and planting a
kiss upon my cheek. "Amy said you're a push-over." I
laughed as Devon added, "I think she's right."
"I'm not a push-over. I simply want to keep you happy,
dear. You want to go to the beach? Let's go to the beach.
We need to make a quick stop in the kitchen first, though."
I grasped Devon's hand with my own and guided her out of the
den, and in the direction of the kitchen.
"It's like I've started over in life," Devon said to me,
placing the side of her face upon my shoulder as we walked
through the long corridor. "Everyone and everything that I
knew in Pennsylvania is now gone... replaced by bigger and
better things. All the pain and depression I felt there...
it's all gone." She brought my hand to her lips and kissed
it, then grinned, "Thank you, Jeremy. The atmosphere that
you have created around here is so friendly, and perfect.
Not to mention the wonderful host... I love you, Jeremy."
"I love you too, princess," were my heartfelt words. "My
goal in life from this point forward is to keep that smile
on your face. The same goes for Kristanna. As long as the
two of you are happy, I'm happy."
"Maybe we could bring a new group of girls to the island
in a couple of months," Devon coyly suggested, which sent my
eyebrows skyrocketing. "What do you think?"
"If that would make you happy, dear, then yes... we can do
that," I responded. Just the mere thought of enduring what I
have gone through these past nine weeks a second time sent
absolute chills down my spine.
My body was running on fumes as it was; all of these women
had worn me out. I was charged with satisfying both Devon
and Kristanna already. Now, Devon wanted to bring a whole
new collection of ladies to the island, and do it all over
again? I wondered how I could possibly survive...
"What is that?" I asked, my eyes narrow, pointing toward
what appeared to a collection of flower pedals in front of
the double-doored entrance to the formal dining room. Devon
offered a curious glare of her own, then slipped free of my
clutches and made her way over there to investigate.
"I bet Kristanna was watering her plants again," I said,
nodding my head. "Maybe some of the petals broke off."
Devon knelt downward and gathered a few of the flowers
with her hand, then informed me, "These are rose petals."
She even rubbed one of them across her lips and murmured,
"They're so soft... they feel like silk. Smell good, too."
Devon turned toward me and asked, "What's that music?"
Indeed, I heard a romantic love song from beyond the closed
doors of the dining room. I shrugged my shoulders at her.
She glanced back around at the collection of rose petals
and surmised, "A trail leads into the dining room." Her
eyes then went wide as she brought a hand to her mouth, a
mixture of shock and joyous fright upon her enchanting face.
"Oh God, Jeremy..." Devon whispered, realizing something.
"Open the door, princess."
Devon's hand was trembling as she rose up to her feet and
slowly made her way over to the pair of double-doors. Along
the way, she was careful to avoid the flower petals which
adorned the floor beneath her. She offered me another glance
before swinging the two doors open.
I smiled to myself as Devon gazed in awe at the dining
room, the dim candlelight twinkling in the most romantic of
tones. Long stemmed, finely cut crystal glasses rested at
center table, with expensive china laying on gold chargers.
A silver tray displaying a delicious array of appetizers was
situated in front of a vase holding two-dozen red roses. A
row of petals led from the doors to the large table.
Hmmmmm... I groaned inwardly. The intoxicating aroma of
Angus prime rib and garlic mashed potatoes suddenly filled my
senses. Someone here, I thought, was a good cook. It wasn't
Louisa, our housekeeper, since I gave her the night off...
Devon slowly stepped forward and approached the snowy
white envelope, which had her name on it, that was propped
in with the flowers. Once she peeled its flap back and
began to read the stylish, red card that had been inside, I
reached into my pocket and approached her from behind.
As the music from the sound system shifted to a romantic
orchestra melody, Devon clutched the card to her chest and
let out a long, winded sigh. An instant later, she spun
around to face me. Her ensuing expression was priceless.
On bended knee before her, I smiled softly and gazed up
at Devon with absolute love in my eyes. My right hand out
and extended, a small, velvet box was resting in its palm.
The black box was open, of course, with a 6.21ct emerald
cut diamond ring set in platinum perched inside.
Tears of joy immediately began to cascade down Devon's
face. This moment would be forever locked in her memory.
"Mi'lady," I said in a gentle tone, trying to keep my own
emotions in check. "I ask you to accept my love, my name,
and everything that I am. Make me the happiest man in the
world by becoming my wife." With my free hand, I produced
a single red rose from behind my back and offered it to her
as well. "Devon Michelle <last name>... will you marry me?"
The young woman sighed once again as I placed the rose
down and took the liberty of slipping the engagement band
onto her left ring finger. It was a perfect fit.
Her hand still trembling, and her face overcome with
emotion, Devon looked at me and cried, "YES, I'LL MARRY YOU!"
She then dropped to her knees before me, and after a moment
where we looked at each other through tear-soaked eyes, Devon
threw her arms around my shoulders and hugged me fiercely.
"Oh God, Jeremy... I LOVE YOU!" my new fiancee exclaimed,
holding her hand out so she could admire the expensive ring
upon her finger. She then tightened her embrace and added,
"I knew this day was coming sooner rather than later... but
you managed to make me cry anyway! Roses, candlelight, soft
music... a proposal! God, Jeremy! I love you so much!"
"I love you too, future wifey," I grinned, tilting my head
downward and offering her a gentle kiss upon the neck. "You
think this wedding proposal of mine was special? Wait until
the wedding I have planned for us. It will truly be fit for
a princess." I paused and added, "People have told me that
one of the most romantic places in the world to get married
is on the beach in the Bahamas, at twilight..."
<<<- End of Part 27 ->>>
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