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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 22 of ?? - Completely re-written
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My breathing was rather ragged and my eyes were about set
to explode as I sat in the voyeur room, my whole universe
confined to a single monitor in front of me. In one of the
guest bedrooms, I watched Amy and Stephanie get ready for
what promised to be a memorable sexual encounter.
Amy had already instructed the busty brunette to strip
all the way down until she was wearing nothing more than her
mini-skirt. Stephanie had done just that, and also followed
Amy's order that she drop to her knees upon the floor. In
addition, the 25-year-old from Connecticut had both hands
behind her head, her fingers locked together, as she looked
up at Amy with an apprehensive, yet eager expression.
"What are you going to do to me?" Stephanie asked in a
quiet tone, sounding like a timid, willing submissive. I
recalled a scorching, red-hot encounter between these two
women from the very first week on the island where they both
wound up pulverizing each other into bondage and submission.
With any luck, this upcoming encounter would be just as good.
Amy hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "You
and I are going to have a lot of fun today."
Stephanie moaned and unlinked her fingers, and moved one
hand downward - between her thighs. She started fingering
her pussy until Amy struck the desktop with an open hand and
snapped at her. "Get your hands up, behind your head! You
can only move them when I say so!"
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Stephanie said, falling more and more
into the role of Amy's submissive. She linked both hands
together behind her head once again, and looked up at her
insatiable lover with apprehension and lust in her eyes.
Amy grinned and reached down, trailing a fingertip across
one of Stephanie's luscious, bare breasts, as well as its
nipple. "I'm going to turn you into my personal slut."
"What?" Stephanie asked, her eyebrows raised.
"You heard me."
"What do you mean?"
"I've been both Dominant and submissive in my life," Amy
told her. "I can play both roles really well. But you,
'Steph... you're going to be my submissive. My own slut."
"Oh God..." Stephanie trembled in both desire and fear.
Inside my voyeur room, I took a deep breath and shook my
head in response to what was transpiring before me on the
surveillance monitor. Amy was the ultimate slut herself,
and now she wanted to guide her girlfriend and lover down
that same path in life. Was Stephanie prepared for it?
Wearing nothing more than a sexy bra and G-string set
herself, Amy sashayed over to the nearby dresser-drawer and
retrieved a (full) duffel bag from inside. She then went
back to Stephanie with an evil grin upon her face, and set
the bag down, upon the floor.
"Any submissive worth her salt," the red-head explained,
"should be bound and restrained."
"Oh God..." Stephanie murmured once again, as Amy reached
into the duffel bag and pulled out a red silk scarf.
"Put your hands behind your back," the vixen demanded,
and Stephanie immediately complied. An instant later, the
brunette was squirming about some more as Amy triple-knotted
her wrists together, with the help of the silk scarf. "Try
and break free," she then said, but it was no use. Stephanie
did her best, but the bond could not be severed.
"Excellent," Amy observed, that evil grin still upon her
lovely face. She took a moment to admire Stephanie - as I
did - in her bound form. Wearing just a little miniskirt as
she stood upon her knees, Stephanie's large breasts shimmied
and shook about as she continued to struggle with her bonds.
"This is too hot..." Stephanie breathed gently.
"You can talk when I say you can talk," Amy admonished
her, holding a finger up. "Keep that mouth shut, slut, or
I'll be forced to gag you."
Stephanie's eyes were wide once again, but she nodded her
head in acceptance (and didn't utter a sound).
"I think I'll gag you anyway," Amy said, grinning like a
kid in a candy store. "I don't want to take the chance of
you talking without permission again." Amy reached into the
bag and pulled out a short but incredibly thick dildo, with
a small black strap attached to it.
"This is a penis gag, and it will keep you quiet," she
explained to Stephanie, who looked at the tool in amazement.
A moment later, Amy inserted the dildo into the submissive's
mouth - completely engulfing it. Then, she snapped and
secured the black strap into place around Stephanie's neck.
"Try to talk," Amy told her, but it was no use. The huge
penis gag dwarfed most any noise Stephanie tried to make.
All that could be heard was some low, garbled mumbles.
"Suck that gag like it's a real cock," Amy told her, to
which Stephanie began to take on the form of a baby nuzzling
a pacifier in her mouth. She sucked on the penis gag, her
wide eyes trained intently upon Amy's beautiful face.
"What's a true submissive without a collar?" Amy grinned,
as she reached into the bag and pulled out a leather choker.
Stephanie closed her eyes and sighed inwardly as Amy wrapped
the collar around her neck, then buckled it into place.
I noticed that the collar had "SLUT" engraved on it -
directly across the front of Stephanie's slender neck.
Amy took a step back and marveled at her work thus far.
She was obviously very proud of herself. But at the same
time, I figured that she wasn't quite finished yet.
"You see this little ring on the side of your collar?"
Amy asked, cradling the piece of metal around her finger.
"This is where your leash will go... for when I want to
take you out - for a walk." Stephanie's eyes grew even
larger as Amy snickered in her own triumph. The red-head
then retrieved a metal chain from her bag, and clipped it
to the leather collar. "Just like that!"
She gave the "leash" a little tug, which made Stephanie
squirm about some more. Next, Amy leaned over and gave the
brunette a swift, open-hand slap upon her hot, rounded ass.
"Do you like being my little slave slut?"
Unable to speak - and barely able to get a sound out at
all - Stephanie looked at Amy with looming eyes and nodded
her head in response. The nymphomaniac smiled, liking this.
"Slutanie," Amy proclaimed. "That can be your name for
when you and I play our Mistress/sub games. Slutanie."
Grinning at her lover's shocked reaction, Amy knelt down and
gently blew into Stephanie's ear. The subtle move made the
25-year-old's voluptuous body flinch all over. "I'm only
going to call you Slutanie because that is what you really
are. You ARE a slut, aren't you... Slutanie?"
As the young woman nodded her head in agreement, I was in
the process of bringing myself closer and closer to a huge
eruption. I had been stroking my cock for several minutes -
first listening to Amy as she was in full degradation mode.
All of this was new to me. The bondage lifestyle was
something I had a curiosity in, but not truly a bona-fide
interest to someday experience myself. Still, it excited me
to sit back and watch these two ladies do their thing.
"Oh, we're not finished yet," the hellcat proclaimed,
reaching into that duffel bag once again. This time, she
pulled out a steel bar which had what appeared to be thick
handcuffs attached to either end. "This is a spreader bar,"
she explained to Stephanie, kneeling down and attaching the
metal cuffs to each of her ankles. "It will keep your legs
spread apart for me - at all times."
I sensed a whimper from Stephanie as she glared at Amy,
her eyes watery and full of erotic desperation. I'm sure
the brunette had ever been quite this aroused before. In
fact, I was absolutely positive of it.
Still pumping my cock toward what promised to be a
monumental explosion, I shook my head in response as Amy
grabbed Stephanie by the shoulders and helped her to her
feet. Amy planted a kiss on her lover's face while groping
her ass with her right hand, before guiding Stephanie over
to the bed and forcing her to stand in front of it.
"Lean over the bed," Amy told her. "Bend at your waist,
and put the side of your face on the mattress."
My cock exploded like a firecracker once Stephanie did as
instructed, her little miniskirt riding higher and higher
as she bent completely over at the waist. The enchantress
then placed the side of her face upon the gentle mattress
and offered the penis gag a series of hard, unrelenting sucks
as she turned to look up at Amy with those teary eyes.
Although my hand and wrist were drenched with sperm, I
grabbed ahold of my deflated cock and began stroking it once
again. Thanks to Amy, I knew I would have another bulging
erection in just a matter of moments - if not seconds.
I shook my head at the sight of Stephanie, all bent over,
wearing nothing but that little miniskirt. I could see that
the submissive was not wearing any panties, either - her
sweet pussy lips were clearly visible as she was bent over
in a most obscene (but truly wonderful) way.
Amy reached into that ominous bag once again, and this
time pulled a relatively small, thin dildo. That is what
it looked like, at least. What confused me about it was a
rubber pump and accompanying tube attached to the end of it.
What in the world were those used for?
"This is a butt-plug," Amy explained, which made both
mine and Stephanie's eyes grow wide with wanderlust. "As
you can see, it's not all that big. Not yet... anyway."
Renewed life could be found within my shaft as Amy moved
Stephanie's miniskirt upwards, bunching it together at her
waist. I sensed another whimper from the young woman as
Amy then pressed the thin side of the plug upon her anus.
"It's already been well lubed-up," the red-head said.
"So you have nothing to worry about it on that end."
Stephanie closed her eyes and took a sharp breath as Amy
then inserted the butt-plug into her rectum. I'm certain
that absolute pleasure was coursing throughout her entire
body once all four or five inches of the nasty, crude object
were within her little, puckered anus. All I needed to
confirm those feelings was to watch Stephanie's reaction.
She was being driven INSANE with utter pleasure...
"This is a special butt-plug, though," Amy said with a
wicked grin. "A VERY special butt-plug!" Holding that
rubber pump in her hand, she flashed it in front of her
girlfriend's face and said, "You see this?"
Her eyes racked with tears, Stephanie nodded her head.
Amy then gave the pump a squeeze, which despite the penis
gag in her mouth, caused Stephanie to ROAR out with a scream.
I was confused what had happened for a moment, but then got
the idea as Amy gave the pump a second squeeze, which
resulted in another deafening scream from Stephanie.
"This is an inflatable butt-plug," Amy said, offering a
third squeeze, as she grinned in total arousal. "It grows
to twice its length, and four times its girth... as long as
I keep pumping away at it." Amy laughed as Stephanie roared
out yet again, directly after a fourth squeeze. "I'm only
about halfway to its maximum size," she added, which caused
Stephanie's eyes to nearly explode in a passionate rage.
"Would you like me to continue, honey?" Amy asked, to
which she received a feverish nod of the head in response.
"Ohhhhh... I knew you would. You're going to be a good
little slut for me, aren't you? OH YES you are!"
Amy continued smiling for several seconds, but then
placed the rubber pump upon the bed. Her next move was to
reach into that duffel bag once more, and pull out a thick
wooden paddle. I KNEW what that was for...
"You need a spanking," the Dominatrix proclaimed. "You
need a spanking... REALLY BAD. I think you'll like it too,
especially with that butt-plug shoved clear up your ass."
Stephanie's body trembled with absolute desire and her
face rocked from side-to-side as Amy brought the wooden
paddle down hard upon her upturned ass. She giggled and
snickered in response, then offered her bound lover a series
of swift, stinging blows with the paddle.
My cock was hard and raging (again) as I watched the
supple, tight flesh of Stephanie's backside quickly turn a
crimson red. Amy continued to blast her with the paddle,
though, not slowing down in the slightest. It seemed as
if Stephanie's body, just by gauging her excited reaction,
could spontaneously combust at any given moment. She was
THAT turned on... THAT excited.
Amy reached for the rubber pump with her free hand and
without any warning, gave it another squeeze. Stephanie
again roared out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, while
now banging her forehead upon the mattress. Amy giggled to
herself and put the pump back down, and then continued forth
with the torrid, harsh paddle-spanking.
My eyes grew wide with my own lust as I took a close look
at the brunette's ass. With the inflatable butt-plug deeply
submerged within it, Stephanie's rectum was wide and
enlarged. The butt-plug was acting like a balloon and each
time Amy squeezed the pump, it grew even larger.
"Do you like that?" Amy asked, full of passion herself,
as she dropped the paddle and glared down intently at her.
Stephanie was breathing rapidly through her nose and
seemed ready to explode, but she managed to slowly nod her
head in response. That, of course, caused Amy to smile.
"Of course you like it," the slut proclaimed. "But I
know something that you'll like EVEN MORE."
"Oh my God..." I muttered outloud, as Amy retrieved the
final item from her duffel bag - a massive strap-on dildo.
Stephanie looked back and moaned in anticipation upon
the gag, before turning her head and closing her eyes.
Amy used this brief time to secure the strap-on around
her waist, then grasp the massive dildo with her hand.
The fiendish 28-year-old stepped forward, but then
suddenly grabbed the rubber pump and gave it two quick
squeezes. This caused Stephanie to scream out against the
penis gag in her mouth. Her legs went out too, and now
Stephanie was on her knees as she was bent over the bed.
Amy hesitated for a moment, but then grinned and said,
"So you don't want me to fuck you standing up, huh? Just
as well... I'll do you doggie-style. You ARE a bitch..."
Amy dropped to her own knees and wasted absolutely no
time whatsoever as she plunged the enormous dong into the
eager, zealous Stephanie. Her hands, which were still
bound together behind her back, flailed and trembled in
response as Amy then began to thrusted away at her pussy.
"Oh yeah!" the hellcat exclaimed, her curvaceous body
already a blur as she viciously pounded and thumped away at
her submissive friend. Stephanie again screamed upon her
gag, and then Amy gave that pump one final squeeze.
"OH YEAH!" Amy screamed herself, beginning to slap and
swat Stephanie's ass with both hands as the young woman
roared out in response. "HOW'S THAT ASS FEEL NOW?" Amy
laughed in her own jubilation as she continued to blast
Stephanie's pussy with the massive dildo, while also
peppering her upturned ass with heavy-handed, cruel slaps.
As the action between them reached its fever pitch, I
again came all over myself. My cock just erupted like a
volcano - and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Just seeing the lovely and charming Stephanie in her
current predicament would be enough to get most men going.
On her hands and knees, perched over the bed, Stephanie was
in total bondage. Her wrists were securely bound together
behind her back - by way of a triple-knotted silk scarf.
The brunette's mouth was stuffed full with a penis gag,
which had an accompanying strap (tied around the back of her
neck) to hold the crude, obscene instrument in place.
Her ankles were a good 18 inches apart too, solely
thanks to a steel spreader bar. Of course, I would be
remiss if I failed to mention the leather collar around
her neck, and the chain "leash" that was attached to it.
The thing which stood out the most, though, was that
inflatable butt-plug imbedded deep within her bowels.
Stephanie's puckered anus was wide and bulging due to the
unyielding butt-plug, which was inflated to its maximum size
within her. I'm quite certain that her little ass had never
been stretched this far, and the searing pressure and erotic
feelings it created within her must have been multiplied
ten-fold with the hard drilling her swollen pussy was
currently in the process of receiving.
Amy screamed out in her own arousal as she also continued
to swat and blast Stephanie's sweet ass with her open hands.
She then latched onto her hips with both hands, and began to
focus all of her efforts and attention into hammering that
precious pussy into absolute, total submission.
"CUM FOR ME, SLUTANIE!" Amy demanded, her eyes ablaze.
"CUM FOR ME! NOW SLUTANIE! NOW, DAMNIT! _NOW_!"
The 25-year-old did as she was told, and what ensued was
obviously the hardest, fiercest orgasm of her entire life.
I can safely assume that Stephanie had NEVER been through
something quite like this. It showed in her reaction, too,
as the vivacious brunette shuddered about in pure lust while
also screaming against her unforgiving gag. Her orgasm
lasted for several seconds, and it was VERY intense. Amy,
of course, continued to drill her with that dildo...
When it was over, Stephanie collapsed and slipped down to
the floor. For a moment, I was concerned about her safety.
She was not moving at all. Did Stephanie pass out?
However, when I saw her curl her neck, I figured she was
okay. With the massive strap-on dildo still buried in her
pussy, Amy reached forward and undid the buckle which held
Stephanie's penis gag in place. She spit it out and
stretched her jaw for a moment, then moaned in desire.
Amy's next move was to depress the rubber pump, thus
letting all of the air out of the butt-plug. It quickly
shriveled up within Stephanie's rectum, and Amy yanked it
out of her. Stephanie squealed and screeched in response,
but did not move about all that much.
"I didn't hurt you... did I, 'Steph?" Amy quietly asked,
showing her good side. This was quite normal for Amy to do -
especially after a hard, violent encounter.
"No one..." was all the brunette said in return.
"What?" Amy countered, leaning down and tenderly kissing
her friend's shoulder. "What, honey?"
"No one..." Stephanie breathed. "No one... no one... has
EVER made me cum so hard - as you just did."
Amy giggled and turned Stephanie over - onto her back.
With their lips close, the red-head grinned and told her,
"This is just the beginning, honey. You and I are going to
have a LOT of fun together from now on." Amy snickered once
more and added, "You can tie ME up next time..."
* * *
A few hours later, a smile was upon my own face as I stood
near the entrance to the recreation room. Inside, Devon was
lounging upon one of the leather floor cushions, a pair of
earphones atop her head, with an accompanying walkman radio
clipped to her belt. Devon's lovely body was swaying back
and forth in a gentle, rocking motion; obviously, she enjoyed
whatever music that was playing within her ears. Up to this
point, at least, Devon did not realize that I was silently
admiring her immense beauty from this short distance.
Was there anything NOT to like about this goddess? Her
pristine, long-flowing blonde hair, which was tied into a
bushy pony-tail, was enough to drive me insane all by itself.
Her hair was shiny and immaculate; it glowed in the light.
But there was plenty more - her flawless, wholesome face
and her sexy mouth enhanced with its red, glossy lips. Devon
had a smile which could make my heart flutter. Of course,
one could never forget that voluptuous figure of hers.
At 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds, Devon was the sweetest, most
tantalizing thing in the whole, wide world to me. Everything
about her - at least in my eyes - was absolutely unblemished.
Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but Devon was
even more perfect - if possible - on the inside. She was a
total sweetheart whose outgoing nature could endear her to
anyone. She was the type other people gravitated toward.
Devon was my drug; my addiction in life - but there was
no cure. Of course, I did not want to be cured. I wanted to
throw myself into Devon and revel in her countless charms
from now until the end of eternity. Even, beyond eternity...
As she knelt upon the leather floor cushion, listening to
her walkman radio with its earphones atop her head, I offered
Devon yet another smile. She still hadn't realized that I
was at the doorway, watching her. I knew I was an extremely
fortunate man to have an angel such as this by my side. I
cannot stress how important this one woman was to me. The
term "love" cannot begin to describe my feelings for her.
Devon wore a white stretch top, which showed a generous
amount of her flat stomach, as well as her bare shoulders.
The top ended just below her midriff, and the very sassy,
off-the-shoulder look (with sleeves to her elbows) was most
appealing. Her bouncy breasts were jutting outward from
underneath the cotton fabric, seemingly begging to be freed.
I could also tell that she was not wearing a bra.
In addition, Devon had on a pair of faded denim shorts
which were decorated with metal studs and rhinestones along
both her front and back pockets. The 25-year-old's legs were
trim and slender - like the rest of her heavenly body - and
both sported a very rich, deep tan. Devon's legs were so
lean and jet-stream that I oftentimes felt like worshipping
them with my lips and tongue for entire days at a time.
Lastly, Devon wore a pair of white ankle socks, along with
leather hiking boots. As she continued to listen to her
walkman radio, I could do nothing but stare and gaze at the
young woman's immense beauty. She was beyond perfection.
* * *
I was momentarily startled, however, when I felt a sleek
arm coil itself around my waist and stomach from behind. I
quickly turned around, then my eyes went wide as I saw the
beautiful and enchanting Pamela smiling right back at me.
Pamela's blonde hair was fluffed and free-flowing as it
cascaded down her slender neck and shoulders in stylish
wavelets. Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her
face glow in a sublime manner. Even better, the mini-dress
that Pamela wore had a deep, plunging neckline, which offered
a tantalizing view of her ample cleavage. The exotic dancer
was gorgeous, sexy and seemingly dressed for a performance.
"Do you like it?" Pamela asked me, offering me a full view
as she spun around upon a high-heel.
"Do I like it?" I returned, my eyes appraising her body
from head to toe. "I love it. What's the occasion?"
Pamela glanced over at Devon for a quick moment, then
offered me a playful smile. "Are you just going to stand
here and watch her until she notices you?"
"I like watching Devon," I said, eyeing my sweet princess
as she continued listening to her radio, still oblivious to
our presence behind her. I focused upon her denim-clad ass
and added, "Watching Devon is my favorite past-time."
"I can see why," Pamela said, her eyes now glaring at
the charming sweetheart. As Devon twitched her hips in a
subtle, yet sexy motion, Pamela licked her lips and then
looked at me with a wide-eyed expression. "Yummy."
I laughed at her comment and grinned, "I agree."
"What's the occasion?" Pamela said, recounting my earlier
question about her choice of attire. She smiled and let out
a soft moan, then nodded and offered her right hand to me.
"If it is possible to tear you away from Devon, Jeremy, I
have a little surprise for you. If you're interested?"
"Of course," was my response. "I just love surprises."
Pamela's smile was warm and loving as she took my hand and
guided me down the long corridor, and away from both the
recreation room and Devon. Pamela then pulled my hand in
front of her face in an effort to look at my wristwatch.
"May I ask just what this surprise is, dear?"
"Oh... you'll see," Pamela smirked.
I shrugged my shoulders, but also smiled at Pamela as she
continued leading me down the hallway. The view was nice.
Pamela looked sexier than ever before in the sleek, black
mini-dress, her large breasts jutting outward upon the fabric
and seemingly ready to burst through at any given moment.
Her legs, encased in dark, thin stockings, looked heavenly.
Pamela was a gorgeous creature of lust whose enticing curves
and friendly disposition had been a pure aphrodisiac for me
since day one. Of course, the aura of mystery which seemed
to hang over her made Pamela all the more intriguing to me.
One of my top priorities before it was time for her to
return home was to get inside of Pamela's mind, so to speak,
and find out what really makes her tick. Devon was correct
in regards to what she said about Pamela a few days ago.
Pamela seemed to have built up a wall around herself due to
her career as an exotic dancer, and really hid her emotions
well. It was next to impossible to gauge her mood.
As we continued walking down the hallway, a thought came
to mind. I had Pamela all to myself right now, or so it
seemed. Devon was relaxing in the recreation room. I did
not know where the other ladies were, but one place they
were not was right here, with Pamela and yours truly.
Even though Pamela obviously had some extracurricular
activities in mind for me, I felt as though right now would
be an excellent time to begin chipping away at the barrier
she had created around herself. After all... why not?
"What makes you happy, Pamela?"
The blonde turned and shot me an inquisitive glance, but
our legs kept moving as we ventured around the corner and
came upon the entrance to the IMAX movie theater. She gave
me another look and finally said, "What?"
"What makes you happy?" I reiterated. "You're always so
reserved and quiet. Not shy, just quiet. Call me crazy,
but I get the impression that there is someone inside of you
waiting to scream out and be heard."
Pamela snickered at my words and countered, "Interesting
thought, indeed. Hmmmmm... what makes me happy? Well...
being on this island makes me happy. I love it here."
"That's great," I smiled, as we stopped in our tracks and
looked squarely at one another. "What else makes you happy?
What is something that always makes you smile, dear?"
"Cock," she replied, and then both of us laughed.
"Not quite the answer I wanted, but truthful, I guess."
"Children make me happy," Pamela added. "That is why I
want to be a schoolteacher one day. I am in college, you
know, and studying secondary education. Although..." Her
voice trailed off as she frowned, "I sure do hope it's not
pointless on my part. I hope I don't get turned down for
every teaching position because I was once a stripper."
"Let's hope not," I nodded, trying to imagine what Pamela
would look like - with that awesome figure of hers - at the
head of a classroom. I would love to be the teacher's pet!
"Children make me happy, too," I quickly added, getting
those naughty thoughts out of my mind. "My sister in Ohio
has three, and my brother in Kentucky has one, with another
on the way. Every time I go back to the states, I try to
make a point to go and visit them all. Chelsea, my little
niece, is my favorite of them all. She's a little angel."
"All children are angels," Pamela nodded.
"What else makes you happy?"
"Why the sudden interest in me?" she wondered.
"It's not sudden, dear. I've been interested in you from
the very moment I first saw you. I like to talk to all of
you girls. I'm interested in everyone. The only one I have
not had a good, long talk with yet is you."
"There isn't all that much to know," she said, shrugging
her shoulders. "Some people have said I am stupid for going
to college, wanting to become a teacher, because I may never
get a job as one due to the fact that I was a stripper for
so long. I am still a stripper. I may wind up being a
stripper until the day I am too old to be one, and they
finally kick me out. What do I do with my life, then?"
"Why are you a stripper?" I asked, though I already knew
the answer. "You're obviously a very bright and intelligent
young woman. I see you in the library a lot, reading books
about Egyptian artifacts, legends of Rome, medieval times.
There are better ways to make your money than by taking your
clothes off and putting yourself on public display. I bet
you would make a real good librarian..."
"I'm a stripper because it gives me more money than any
other job can right now," she responded, before letting out
an anxious laugh. "Incredible. This is why all of us like
you so much, Jeremy. Here I am, wearing my killer dress,
and you are giving me a lecture about how my life could be
better. Most men would have been all over me five minutes
ago, but you're different. You're different than any other
man I have ever known in my life. It's... you care."
"Of course I care. I want all of you girls to be happy.
It is my number-one priority for all of you."
Pamela's eyes welled up with tears as she told me, "The
one thing that would make me VERY happy in life... well, he
belongs to someone else." After a brief hesitation, Pamela
shook her head and suddenly darted off down the hallway.
"Wait!" I called out, but it was to no avail.
Did Pamela just insinuate that _I_ would make her happy?
* * *
"Don't yew see vat is happening here, Jeremy?" Kristanna
said to me moments later, using her sexy Norwegian accent,
once I had sought out and found her in the botanical garden.
"Remember da computer program dat I write for yew? All of
da girls here ver chosen from yewr top twenty choices, out
of dousands and dousands of applicants."
I smiled at her and said, "I love your accent, dear, but
you really don't have to use it around me anymore."
"I like talking like dis," she told me, tilting her head
to the side. Her voice went to perfect English as she said,
"That accent makes me sound unique and exotic." Kristanna
then went back to it. "Da girls are from yewr top twenty
list in terms of compatibility. According to computer, yew
could marry any of da vomen yew brought here - Devon, Pamela,
Amy, Stephanie, Trish, even Lisa and Lindsay - and be happy."
"I can see that," I told her. "All of the girls I could
see myself with, though Devon is by far and away my favorite
and the one I will ultimately settle down with."
Kristanna frowned for an instant before continuing, "It
vorks two vays, Jeremy. All da vomen are perfect for yew.
Vell, yew perfect for dem too. And da girls dat do vant to
settle down - Pamela, Amy and Trish - realize yew are perfect
for dem, too. Amy and Trish accept da fact yew are happy vid
Devon, and do not vant to interfere. Pamela does not vant to
interfere either, but I do not dink she accepts it."
"What do you mean?"
"I vas in voyeur room one day, and listened to long talk
between Pamela and Amy," Kristanna responded. "Pamela vas
talking about yew and Devon. She says everyding between yew
and her, Pamela dat is, vas perfect during first two or tree
days on island. Pamela said she really liked yew and dought
maybe der vas future, but vanted to take dings slow vid yew.
She says yew ver so into her, and she so into yew."
"But Pamela den tell Amy dat Devon swoops in like a hawk
and takes yew avay from her. She says Devon took yew avay
from everybody. Pamela says if she knew yew vanted someone
to be ultra-aggressive vid yew like Devon vas and alvays has
been, she could have been dat vay too."
"Yew are perfect man for Pamela, Jeremy. In many vays,
she is perfect voman for yew too. Da computer hooked yew up
vid her. But yew found someone a little more perfect."
"Devon," I nodded.
I certainly understand where Pamela was coming from when
she said those words to Amy about me. Before Devon really
knocked my socks off, so to speak, Pamela was my favorite of
all the ladies. I still remember the intense encounter she
and I shared first at the pool deck, then just inside the
mansion during her second day here. Later that evening, of
course, I got to experience Pamela AND Amy in a three-some.
Those two remain among my favorite encounters thus far.
For a short while, Pamela was all I thought about. I
wanted to devote the rest of my life to her. Those thoughts
quickly faded away, however, once Devon made her move on me.
Never before had a woman pursued me so hard and aggressively.
To this day, I am still amazed by Devon's attraction for me.
So Pamela thought that she and I may have had a future
together during that time period, but wanted to take it slow?
That was how most relationships start out - slow and easy. I
also understand why she said Devon had swooped in like a hawk
and took me away with her. On the other hand, of course, I
was very glad that Devon had done that.
"If yew love someone and dey do not return it," Kristanna
said, perhaps still referring to Pamela, "it is one of vorst
feelings in vhole, vide vorld." The young woman looked me
square in the eyes and added, "Believe me, I know, Jeremy..."
* * *
Sometime later that evening, I happened upon Pamela in a
familiar place - the library. Of all things, the blonde was
reading a book about the Franco-German War of 1870-71. I
offered her a curious expression because of it until she
looked up and noticed my presence.
"You never did tell me what my surprise was," I said.
Unfortunately, Pamela was no longer wearing that provocative
mini-dress. She was now decked out in a tank-top and shorts.
It gave her that sweet, wholesome look I admired so much.
"What?" the 26-year-old retorted, before nodding her head.
"Oh yeah, the surprise. You're right, I didn't. I'm sorry."
"No need to be sorry," I grinned, stepping forward and
taking a seat across from her at the table. The only way to
approach this subject was to be slow and careful about it.
"What was that you said earlier, dear? You found the man in
life who makes you happy, but he belongs to someone else?"
Pamela put the book down and replied, "You know exactly
what I meant by it, Jeremy."
I smiled and told her, "Yes, I know what you meant. But
you know what? I may be with Devon, and she may be with me,
but that does not exclude us from you and the other girls."
"What do you mean?"
I shrugged my shoulders and countered, "I was talking
with Devon not too long ago about the possibility of one of
you girls - you, Amy, Trish or Stephanie - staying with us
on a long-term basis. Devon said that she does not have a
preference, since she likes you and the others the same. I,
on the other hand, told her that I would prefer you, Pamela."
"Me?" she exclaimed. "Stay with you and Devon? ME?"
"It would be fun," I simply answered. "Devon and I were
just talking about our future this morning. She likes the
island, but I want to get out and see more of the world. So
we decided that once these ten weeks are up, we're going to
go on vacation for a month, then come back here for a month.
Go on vacation for a month, then come back here for a month.
And so on... a never-ending cycle. The Caribbean, Bahamas,
Hawaii, Cabo San Lucas, Rio, Scotland, Greece, Europe, other
places. The fact is, Pamela... we would love to have someone
to share our life with. That person could be you."
Pamela appeared lost in thought for a brief moment, but
then straightened up and shook her head. "No. I'm not
playing second-fiddle to anyone. I'm not an extra wheel."
"You wouldn't be an extra wheel in our relationship," I
assured her. "I admit that there may be a one-A and one-B,
but it would not be a one and two. What do you want out of
life, Pamela? You want someone to love you and respect you?
Someone who treats you the way you deserve to be treated?"
I patted my chest and continued, "I got a lot of love in
this heart of mine. I could grow to love you, dear, more
than anyone else ever could possibly dream of loving you. I
could love you and Devon at the same time, and treat you like
the princesses that you are." So much for taking it slow...
"I'm not a princess, Jeremy," Pamela said, breaking up a
bit as she shook her head. "I'm a stripper..."
"You're a princess who is stuck in a bad job," I corrected
her. "You know what, Pamela? You don't have to accept my
offer of staying with me and Devon. I just want you to do
what makes you happy. But guess what? If you decide to
return to Maryland... you're worried about finding a job as
a teacher in the future because of your current profession."
"What I will do, is I will have a private school built in
whatever town you want. I will own it, and whomever I hire
to manage and operate it... I will make sure that he or she
hires you and keeps you as an employee. Provided, of course,
that you finish college and get your teaching degree."
"That's crazy, Jeremy!" she protested. "Open up a private
school just so I can teach at it? Think of the cost!"
"What's crazy about it?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.
"Don't worry, I can afford it. I want to see your dreams
come true, Pamela - whatever you choose to do in life. You
can stay with me and Devon, as I said, or you can go home,
and I will personally see to it that you become a teacher.
No matter what, I'm gonna make sure that you're happy."
"Oh God..." Pamela moaned, a myriad of emotions suddenly
overcoming her face. I am quite certain that no man - or
woman, for that matter - had ever spoken to her this way. I
had broken down that wall Pamela had around herself to the
point where she was almost set to cry.
"You made my dreams come true, Pamela, by taking time out
of your life to spend it with me here on this island. You
and all of the other girls made my dreams come true. Now, I
am going to do my best to return the favor. For not only
you, but everyone else, too."
I reached out and tightly grasped Pamela's left hand with
my right, and looked into her tear-stained eyes. "Remember
what I said, sweetheart - whatever makes you happy. I know
that Devon and I would be very happy if you chose to spend
your life with us. I find you incredibly attractive, both
inside and outside, as does Devon. You and her have gotten
along beautifully during these past couple of weeks. She
and I could make you happy, if given the chance."
"Or, you could go back home to Maryland. Your choice.
If so, your dream of becoming a teacher one day will come
true. I will see to it. I just want you to do what makes
you happy, dear. Whatever you decide, do it for yourself."
I then patted her on the hand and stood up. "Take some
time to think about it. You have seven more weeks."
"Are you positive that Devon would not mind?" she asked,
her voice cracking. I must have really gotten to Pamela...
"You and the others may feel that Devon is possessive of
me, but I really don't think that she is," were my words.
"Devon simply needed to feel secure in her relationship with
me. Now that she does, there is no problem. Devon does not
mind if I carry on with you and the others. Nor would she
mind if we had a full-time girlfriend." I paused and added,
"It was her idea in the first place..."
I gently cupped Pamela's face with my right hand, smiled,
and then turned around. I began walking away to leave her
alone with her thoughts, but her voice stopped me.
"Jeremy?"
"What?" I asked, glancing back over my shoulder at her.
"Your surprise..." she murmured, wiping a tear away. "I
was going to give you a... a lap dance, earlier."
I smiled at her. "Would that make you happy?"
"Yes," she nodded, "because it would be for you."
"Anytime you want... you know where to find me, then," I
answered, before smiling to myself and exiting the library.
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