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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 4 of ??
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"What do you have against people who drink?"
I frowned and shook my head in response to that question
from Gabrielle, who had confronted me in my personal suite
the morning after an incredible encounter with Stephanie.
Gabrielle had even bursted in unannounced. Obviously, she
still wanted me to get her some alcohol here on the island.
"I have nothing against people who drink," I told her.
"Amy and Stephanie... both of them drink on occasion, and I
obviously have nothing against them."
"Why won't you let me have something to drink here?"
Gabrielle insisted, clearly upset. "I have gone longer
without a drink since arriving here than ever before. I
hate to say it, but I'm having withdrawl symptoms!"
I shook my head and countered, "I don't understand you,
Gabrielle. I am giving you three million dollars in exchange
for spending ten weeks out of your life on this island. Why
can't you accept the rules here? I do not allow alcohol.
Amy and Stephanie have accepted it. They can live that long
without a drink because of all the money."
Now upset myself, I paused and added, "This is the second
time you have talked to me about this. You talked to Devon
about it, too. I do not appreciate that, Gabrielle. I do
not appreciate it one bit. Why can't you take `no' for an
answer? I don't understand why you cannot give up drinking
for ten weeks in exchange for three million dollars. If I
was you, I'd do anything for three million dollars."
"Drinking is all I do!" she shot back, her voice full of
emotion, her dark eyes flaring. "I go to two, maybe three
modeling jobs every week! The rest of the time, I go out
with my friends and get drunk. I go to parties and get
drunk. Even when I stay home, I get drunk! It's what I do!
It's the one thing in this world which makes me happy!"
I laughed gently and shook my head in response to those
words. "It's a shame, Gabrielle, that your life revolves
around alcohol. A real shame. You obviously need help. It
would be one thing if you were like Amy and Stephanie, and
drank on occasion. But alcohol is more important to you
than anything else. That's a real shame."
"I don't need help! I just need something to drink!"
Gabrielle hid her face and then started to cry in front of
me. Now, I was no longer upset. My inner anger had been
replaced with a wave of sympathy for her. She needed help.
"It's not a problem for me..." Gabrielle added, wiping
away her tears and looking up at me. "I've never been in
an accident or anything like that. I just need something to
drink, Jeremy! But I also need the money you are giving me
for being here." She paused, her body actually trembling.
"I... I... please help me out, Jeremy. Please!"
"I... I... I'll keep whatever you can get me locked up in
my room. Sarah and I are room-mates, you know? Sarah said
it's fine with her. I... I'll never come out of my room
when I am drinking. You'll never see me. I know you do not
like alcohol because it killed your friend in high school,
Jeremy, but I need it. I NEED it! I need it SO BAD!"
"Three cases," were the words which suddenly blurted out
from within my mouth, even without thought or consideration.
I frowned and continued, "You'll get three cases, Gabrielle.
24 cans to a case. That's 72 cans for the next nine weeks.
You better make it last, because that's all you'll get. I
will call my pilot friend and have them flown in today..."
"THANK YOU!" she exclaimed, suddenly jumping up and
throwing her arms around my shoulders in a joyous embrace.
"Thank you so much, Jeremy! OH! I won't forget this!"
* * *
"Why do you let people walk all over you?" Devon asked me,
her voice full of emotion. "How many times has Amy done that
to you? You asked Amy on Britney's first day here that she
allow Stephanie to come to dinner that night without her
slut collar and leash on. Amy said no, and you gave in."
Devon shook her head and added, "You should have told her
this is your island, and she should be more respectful of
your wishes. Put your foot down for once!"
"Stephanie did come to dinner that night without her
collar and leash on," I said, offering my wife a reminder.
"As things turned out, Amy did honor my wishes."
"That's beside the point, though!" Devon told me. "She
didn't at first. You let Amy walk all over you. But that
was minor compared to this. How could you give in and let
Gabrielle have her precious beer? It was your one rule!"
I paused, then offered my friendly (too gracious) smile.
"I don't know, Devon. You know that anytime a woman cries
in front of me, I automatically break down and give in. I
guess it will be okay if Gabrielle keeps the beer cases to
herself, and stays in her room. She promised me she would."
"No, it's not okay!" Devon implored.
"I've never taken advantage of you that way, by crying as
a ploy to get my way," Kristanna chimed in, touching my
shoulder as she stood beside Devon and yours truly. "I'm
glad that Devon has never did that to you, too."
"Neither of us ever would!" Devon exclaimed, looking at
Kristanna, then me. "You are good enough to us as it is,
Jeremy. I'm thankful for everything that you do for us."
Kristanna shook her head and frowned, "I do agree with
Devon though, Jeremy. You really should not have caved in
to Gabrielle like that. She seems very manipulative, if
you ask me. That crying fit could have been a big act."
"Out of all the girls who have ever come here," Devon
mused, "Gabrielle is the only one I don't like. There is
Kristanna, Lisa, Lindsay, Amy, Pamela, Trish, Stephanie,
Britney, Gabrielle and Sarah. Gabrielle is the only girl
who I've met here that I don't like."
"I just hope that allowing Gabrielle to have her alcohol
does not backfire, and blow up in your face," Kristanna said
to me. "I don't know how it could, but I guess anything is
possible." Kristanna wrapped her arms around me from the
side and placed her face upon my shoulder. "You're just too
nice, Jeremy. Too nice for your own good, even."
"Amy did say you were a pushover, remember," Devon chided
me. "Us women can sense that, you know. I think Gabrielle
sensed it, kept pushing you, and finally got her way."
"Gabrielle better stay away from me when she is liquored
up," Kristanna nodded, now stepping away from me. "I hope
she keeps her promise and stays in her room when she drinks.
I remember that night when I got plastered in Anguilla during
our second honeymoon. That was the first time I ever drank
alcohol, and also the last. I woke up the next morning and
had such a massive hang-over. It's not worth it."
Devon shook her head and countered, "You were staggering
all over the place that night. I didn't like you when you
were drunk, Kristanna. I've stayed off that garbage since I
was in high school myself. I'll never drink again."
"Alcohol is what Gabrielle's entire life revolves around,"
were my grim words. "I really shouldn't have caved in to
her, but I did. The helicopter shipment arrived two hours
ago and I'm certain that she is in her guest suite now,
getting blasted. I... I really feel sorry for her."
"Did you enjoy your evening with Stephanie last night?"
Devon asked me, deciding to change to a more positive topic.
"I was talking with Stephanie today when she was at the pool
with Amy. 'Steph was telling me what a wonderful time she
had last night with you, Jeremy."
"The feeling is mutual," were my words.
"Not just that, though, Jeremy," the lovely blonde mused.
"Stephanie was telling me that you were the first person in
a long time who treated her like an actual person. She said
instead of telling her what to do - like suck your cock or
spread her legs for you - you wanted to talk to her. And,
she said you did just that - talk - for a very long time."
"I always like to talk to all you girls," I told Devon.
"I've always enjoyed talking with Stephanie. Amy has made
her into a submissive slut, I guess, but I really can't
bring myself to look at her that way."
"'Steph told me you said that to her," Devon countered.
"She absolutely loves being a submissive for Amy and all of
her nasty friends. But last night, 'Steph said, you made
her remember what it was like to be an actual person again.
She really enjoyed that conversation with you."
"I enjoyed talking to her, too, dear."
"Jeremy is so special!" Kristanna giggled, looking over
at Devon. "Stephanie wants to give herself to him in any
possible way he wants, but he rather just TALK to her."
"The idea of being Dominant and placing women into bondage
has always intrigued me," I told them. "But I always looked
at it as a game - a way to have fun for 15 or 20 minutes, or
maybe even a whole night." I paused before continuing, "I
just don't agree with what Amy has done to Stephanie, though.
It seems as if Stephanie is nothing more than an object now.
I do not agree with that. No one should be thought of as a
toy. Stephanie is much better than that."
"'Steph is happy, though," Devon offered. "This is how
she wants to be treated. She says that herself. Plus, she
and Amy love each other. That is pretty apparent."
"I agree, sweetheart," were my words. "But still, what
Amy has done - the extreme level - I just don't agree with
it. Having Stephanie be totally nude most of the time, with
that collar and leash around her neck - I don't like it. I
especially don't like her having to eat meals on the floor.
The first time it was a novel idea, but then I gave it a lot
of thought and came to the conclusion that I don't like it."
"I would think you enjoy seeing 'Steph nude all the time,"
Kristanna said to me in a perky, energetic tone. "Most men,
I'm quite sure, would like it, too."
"I do enjoy seeing Stephanie nude," I told her. "But I
also like to see her in actual clothing. A tank-top or a
blouse... some tight shorts, or even a bikini. Something
that makes my imagination run wild. If there are no clothes,
nothing is left to the imagination." I paused and added,
"That's why I love seeing you two in your miniskirts. Both
of you drive me INSANE with those little miniskirts."
"Hmmmmm," Devon returned. "I get your point. You like
seeing 'Steph nude, but you also like seeing her in clothes.
I can understand that. Still, though... this is how both of
them have chosen to live. I see no problem with it as long
as Amy and Stephanie are happy together."
"How about the two of you?" I asked my pair of wives. "I
spent the night with Stephanie. Did you have a good night?"
Devon grinned and answered, "I ALWAYS have a good night
when I share the same bed with Lindsay. She is like a
little angel. I just think Lindsay is so adorable!"
Kristanna giggled and told us, "Amy wanted to try bondage
with me. I let her tie me up, but told her no when she
wanted to use that big, nasty whip on me. We did have fun."
Kristanna smiled and added, "Amy fucked me with a strap-on."
"Amy is good for that," Devon grinned. "Whenever I get a
submissive streak in me, Amy is the girl to turn to."
* * *
As the three of us - Devon, Kristanna and yours truly -
continued to lounge upon the big, round bed in our private
suite, there was a loud, booming thud upon the doorway. I
turned and glanced toward the noise, as did Devon and
Kristanna. We looked at one another for a moment, but then
back toward the door as a second, louder thump was heard.
Suddenly, the door flew open and I looked on with a great
deal of confusion as Lindsay, with a spaced-out expression
upon her sweet, darling face, staggered into our suite and
then latched onto the wall before nearly toppling over.
"What the...?" Kristanna murmured, also confused.
"H-Hi e'rybuddy!" Lindsay hiccupped, waving her right hand
at us, her eyes seemingly unable to focus. The young woman
shoved herself away from the wall and almost fell over again,
but then steadied herself as best she could. Her legs, as
she stood before us in nothing more than a bra and G-string,
seemed to be made of jelly. I did not know what to think...
"What's wrong with you?" Devon asked, getting up from the
bed and making her way over to Lindsay. When Devon reached
out her right hand, Lindsay immediately grabbed onto it and
used it for an extra point of balance.
Still stumbling about even as she stood in one place,
Lindsay gulped her throat and said to Devon, "D-Did you see
th-that sq-sq-sq-squir-squirrel outside... in the hallway?"
Lindsay appeared stoned as she added, "It wuz smokin' a
cigar! Cigar, I tell you! S-Said his name was Ch-Chester!"
"Oh my God!" Devon exclaimed, turning her attention toward
Kristanna and yours truly. "She's drunk! Lindsay is drunk!"
"H... haf to gooooo..." Lindsay coughed, suddenly glancing
over at the huge aquarium that decorated the far wall. "Oh
look... lo-look at the pretty fishy. Pretty little fishy!"
"She don't even know what she's saying!" Kristanna huffed.
"I don't f-feel so good..." Lindsay suddenly whined, her
eyes tearing as she looked at Devon. "M-My head hu-hurts."
Lindsay then noticed me and perked up, "Hi Jer guy!"
"Here... I think you need to lay down," Devon fretted,
hooking Lindsay's arm around her own shoulder and holding
her up. Devon then guided the inebriated 20-year-old over
to our bed and laid her down upon the soft, plush mattress.
As she did so, I stood up and shook my head in disgust.
"A squirrel smoking a cigar?" Kristanna frowned.
After Devon placed a blanket upon Lindsay, covering her
up to her neck, the little blonde closed her bleary eyes and
seemingly went to sleep in a matter of seconds. Or perhaps
she passed out? Whatever the case, it wasn't good.
Now holding onto Lindsay's wrist and obviously checking
for a pulse, Devon shook her head after a brief hesitation
and looked at me. "She's sleeping like a baby, Jeremy."
"Gabrielle must have gotten her drunk!" Kristanna gasped.
"I heard Lindsay say just the other day, when I was talking
with her, Amy and Stephanie about Gabrielle's problem, that
she has never tasted any alcohol in her life."
"That is obviously no longer the case!" Devon whined,
clearly upset. She turned toward me and added, "What are
you gonna do about this, Jeremy? Look at what Gabrielle did
to Lindsay! LOOK AT WHAT SHE DID! What are you gonna do?"
My insides boiling with anger, I kept my composure and
replied, "I'm going to take care of Gabrielle tomorrow."
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