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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated
as such. The following story is for the entertainment
of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories
upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal
in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

Island Vacation (MF, humil)

	"Why did I agree to come to this God awful place,"
Laura complained as the decrepit taxi skirted passed
multitudes of dark-skinned pedestrians through the
narrow crowded streets of the island nation. With
nearly every turn the taxi made, she was assaulted by
the unbearable stench of rotting waste.

	"Once you get out of the city and into the beach
resorts, you'll see that you will have a super
vacation," Laura's younger sister, Nicole, said.  She
studied the back of the driver's head recalling how
she had her fingers in those frizzy hairs of these Sri
Lankan men.

	Nicole's friend, Gina, sitting between the two
sisters on the uncompromising vinyl seat said, "I am
getting excited already."

	The cab once again jolted to a stop.  Laura had never
experienced such terrible driving before.  She could
not fathom the necessity of jerking the vehicle to
motion only to abruptly press on the brakes ten
seconds later.  Her blonde pigtails swayed back and
forth solely on erratic whims of the sweaty cab
driver.  The cab, a well dented relic, turned left
onto a larger thoroughfare and right smack into a
traffic jam of other black smoke bellowing cars and
trucks.  The only consolation was that the car
remained still giving her neck a much needed rest.

	"Look at all those kids," remarked Laura.  Children
as small as three or four years old were making their
way between the vehicles.  Some of the girls were ten
years old carrying a child as young as twelve months. 
They skirted efficiently from car to car with their
palms up to the windows.

	"Child beggars," Nicole said her fingers scratching
underneath her lacy lilac bra strap visible due to her
tiny tank top.  She glanced at the glistening sweat on
her fingers before wiping them off her denim shorts.

	The three relatively young women with skin as fair as
can be and with features that evoked curiosity were
soon spotted by the child beggars.  A dozen small
round faces peered into the taxi. Tushitha, the driver
grabbed the oil stained rag from the dashboard and
began swatting away at the children in hopes of
dispersing them.   There was no menace in the driver's
action and neither did the children disperse.  Like
moths clamoring for a solitary light bulb, the crowd
around the taxi grew.  "Don't give them anything. 
We'll cause a riot," Gina said looking left and right
at all the little brown faces.

	"This is so depressing," Laura said looking out at
the blank faces.  "These kids are just as old as
Emily."  She clutched tightly on to her imitation
designer handbag on her lap.

	"Laurie, come on.  We came here to have a good time. 
Look, I dragged you here so you can forget about
Michael and that bitch.  Let's forget about Fullerton
for the next week, Ok," Nicole said.  ''Great.  The
traffic is moving."  The taxi began jolting again
dispersing the dirty ragged beggars although a few of
the stronger kids kept up with them for awhile.

	The signs of good intention juxtaposed with corrupt
and inept government were visible everywhere.  As the
cab left the more dense area of Colombo towards the
beach resort of Mt. Lavinia there were large
construction projects that seemed to have stopped
leaving tired cranes and bulldozers to bake in the
incessant sun.  For the eight mile drive to the beach,
the calmer scenery did seem to distract the jet lagged
Laura.

	"I grew up with Michael.  I used to tease him as a
scrawny kid with braces.  I just can't believe Michael
with Caroline," Laura said.  She absently stared at
the rows and rows of palm trees passing by swiftly.

	Gina said, "All men are cheaters."  After a little
pause she added, "And all women are sluts."  She bent
forward to release her sweaty back from the sticky
vinyl.  "Where are we meeting Nike?" 

	"At the hotel.  I think he is there already," Nicole
answered.  She was glad that she had cut her blonde
hair very short.  It was a lot easier to handle the
heat.

	"Who is Nike and why are we meeting him?," asked
Laura.

	"He's like our tour guide," answered Nicole.  She
studied her well manicured nails done in a bright
peach color.

	"You could say that," Gina said.


	Laura's first impression of Nike was that he was a
nice guy.  Dressed smartly in jeans and a polo shirt,
he was all smiles as they entered Nicole's room.  Not
bad having a local on your side, Laura thought.  She
felt a tad bit safer.  Nicole and Gina embraced him
warmly but Laura just shook his hand.

	In the elevator on their way up to the third floor
Laura had two questions for her sister,  "Why did the
front desk just give us our keys without checking in
first and why are we all getting separate rooms?"

	Laura nodded to her sister's unsatisfactory answer,
"Nike took care of everything."

	"I am Ekanayake, but everyone calls me Nike," he said
to Laura in particular in what would become Nicole's
room.  He stood checking out the girls carefully.  He
felt confident that his clients would be very pleased.
 The girls had maintained their bodies well.  The fact
that the new girl was married pleased him more.  He
already had seventy men lined up for her filling up
all the available slots.  He still had available slots
for the other two but he wasn't worried.  "Rest well
today.  We'll get started tomorrow," Nike said.  He
needed the girls fresh.  Trouble comes when the girls
get tired.

	"Where will you take us tomorrow?" Laura asked Nike. 
She gulped down half the cold bottled water she took
from the fridge.

	"I don't understand your question," Nike replied.  He
gave a puzzled look towards Nicole.

	"My sister is tired," Nicole said.  "We will see you
tomorrow."  She opened the door for Nike to leave.

	"Can somebody please tell me what is happening here?"
Laura demanded of Nicole and Gina upon Nike's abrupt
departure.  Her pretty looks contorted into anger.  It
was typical Nicole once again, leaving out the most
critical information until the end.  If it wasn't for
her husband's infidelity she wouldn't have had a
momentary lapse of common sense and wouldn't be on
this island right now.

	"You'll be glad to have gotten away.  Michael will
have some time to sweat it out," Nicole replied.  She
sat on her bed thinking how she will be standing naked
tomorrow in front of different men and how their eyes
will drink in her flesh.  She loved the way men
drooled over her perfect body.  For the past twelve
months it was funny how flashes of the different men
she experienced last year in this very same hotel
would creep up to her consciousness every day.

	She stared in each of their dark faces as they shoved
themselves into her, their breaths usually stale or
tasting of the horrible Sri Lankan fare they must have
just consumed.  She remembered one older man pinning
her down strongly and grunting profusely.  He kept
staring into her face that she had to finally just
look away and focus on the ceiling.  She remembered
one wealthy boy barely sixteen making her spread her
legs.  He just stared at her pinkish flesh puffing
like a seasoned smoker on Benson and Hedges.  She
remember how she accepted a cigarette from the tall
and skinny guy after the deed was done, how she sat
naked on the chair her knees to her chest and how she
inhaled deeply as he got dressed waiting for him to
reach for his wallet hoping for a generous tip she
deserved.  Now she was less than twenty-four hours
away from a whole new round of memories to last her
another year.

	"Spill the beans.  What stupid deal did you make with
Nike?"  Laura questioned.  She wanted to get over this
nuisance so that they could get on with their
vacation.

	Nicole stood up right in front of her elder sister. 
"Have you ever fantasized about exposing yourself to
men.  It is better than that," she said.  Nicole
looked over to Gina and they both burst into a bout of
giggles.

	Nicole never took things seriously.  Everything was a
joke.  She didn't know what game her sister and Gina
were playing but she didn't like what she was hearing.
"Get serious now.  Whatever mess you got yourselves
into, we'll work it out," Laura said.  She looked out
the window and noticed it wasn't facing the beach.

	"There is no getting out, not that we want to get
out," Gina said opening her suitcase looking for her
skimpy black bikini.

	"I'm sure I'll be able to get out of whatever mess
you created," Laura said.  Another thing that started
to bother her was that Nike took their passports.  She
expected him to register the rooms for them but now
she felt uncomfortable that he had their important
documents.

	"Laurie, take it easy.  We brought you here because
we know it is the best thing for you right now. 
Michael would never know your value unless you went
away.  He's sorry, right.  He's broken off his affair
with Caroline and now he wants everything back to
normal.  Don't make it so easy and also get your
revenge," Nicole said.

	"Ok, what the hell is happening," Laura said wanting
answers.

	"We fuck these guys, make lots of money and
everything's paid for," Nicole said.  She saw her
sister's face turn white.  "Before you say anything
just listen to me.  Everything's cool.  We did it last
year.  The men were all nice and frankly I had a great
time," Nicole continued.  She waited for Laura to
react.

	Thoughts crisscrossed Laura's mind at warp speed. 
What should she say?  She didn't know exactly.  "I not
supposed to be here," were the words that escaped from
her mouth.  "Let me go," she uttered clutching her
suitcase not sure where to go.

	"I'm sorry but you don't have a choice now," Nicole
said.  She walked up to her sister and gently pried
the suitcase out of her hands.  "I'll explain
everything so you'll be ready for tomorrow."

	"Get my passport back from Nike," Laura said, panic
escaping from her voice.  She leaped towards the
bed-stand phone frantically checking the number for
the operator.  It took her three times but she finally
got the front desk.  "Please connect me to the
American Embassy," she shouted.

	Nicole's finger immediately clicked the phone off. 
"Are you nuts?" she said.  "What about Gina and me. 
Nike will make it bad on us if you run off."

	"Then let's all run off," Laura said.  She was
getting the operator again.

	"No!  First of all we don't want this to become an
incident.  Imagine everyone knowing what we came here
for including Mom, Dad and especially Michael. 
Secondly, Gina and I came here for this.  To do this
because believe it or not we really enjoy this,"
Nicole said.

	"These men kissed my toes.  They treated me like a
goddess.  I never got that with any of my boyfriends
back home," Gina said.  She had taken off all her
clothes to put on her bikini.  "I'm even gonna try to
get some freelance tonight.  I think they know what we
are here for so it shouldn't be so hard."

	Laura had noticed some men gawking at the three of
them waiting for the elevator in the lobby. Now she
realized why they looked at her like a purchasable
commodity.  In their eyes she was a whore that made
these trips for money.  "You know damn well in hell
that I'm not doing this insane thing," she said.

	"I had never imagined you would react this way. 
You'll never get another chance to do this.  Every
woman has a fantasy to be sold for sex.  The best
thing about it is that after we do it we go back to
our lives and all we have are fond memories," Nicole
said.  "I can bet you that you'll want to do this
again next year."  Nicole began getting her room ready
hanging her clothes in the closet.

	"Both of you are nuts and I can't believe it that you
have trapped me into this thing.  What made you think,
I would want to ever do such a thing?" Laura said. 
"Nike and the both of you can do whatever you wish. 
I'm going to my room and somehow spend the rest of my
vacation."  Laura grabbed her room key and her bags
and went to the room next door.


	The floor was concrete and it was cold.  The four
bare walls were also of the same concrete,
impenetrable.  Emily sat on one side wearing that navy
velvet dress that Grandma bought.  Laura couldn't
decipher what her daughter was saying.  It was
gibberish like some ancient tongue.  There was no
source of light but the room was illuminated.  She
moved her bare arm to see if there were shadows but
nothing.  On that cold floor, Laura sobbed again
uncontrollably.

	Laura was adorned exquisitely.  A jewel studded bra
top, long dangling glistening earrings and a black
see-through chiffon harem pants completed her attire. 
Her completely hairless genitals were clearly
discernable through the fabric.  She knew she was
waiting to be summoned.

	Three of them came.  They wore masks on their heads,
the snug leather kind.  They pulled her up forcefully.
 Laura tried to reach out for Emily but she couldn't. 
She resisted but they were too strong.  She screamed
but there was no sound.

	She was dragged along a narrow pathway between two
wire mesh fences on either sides.  On the other side
of the fence people were staring at her.  They could
see her pussy and there was this unusual sensation in
her stomach.  She felt humiliation but strangely
excitement as well.  She looked at the faces looking
at her.  They were familiar faces.  She noticed her
husband, her in laws and her parents.  Their faces
showed sorrow and pity.

	Thud! Thud! Thud!  Where were these noises coming
from?  Laura turned her head right and left.  Thud!
Thud! Thud!  She realized it was the door.  Everything
was dark.  Her mouth was dry.  Depression enveloped
her whole being but she managed to get up and opened
the door.  Light pummeled into her dilated eyes and
she squinted to see who her visitors were.

	She sat on her bed.  The lamps have been switched on.
 Laura was disoriented, the jet lag taking its effect.

	"I need your full cooperation," Nike said.  He sat on
the chair, the two thugs standing behind.

	"Did my sister explain to you everything?  This is
all a mistake, a misunderstanding," Laura said. 
Laughter and chatter streamed in from the restaurant
three stories below.

	"We have made a large investment in you although we
haven't checked the product as yet," Nike explained.

	"You are not understanding. I'm not doing this,"
Laura said.  She accepted the cigarette offered by
Nike even though she had quit smoking seven years ago.
 After one of the thugs offered a light, she took a
deep drag and lazily exhaled.  "Can I have my
passport?" she asked.

	"In due time," Nike replied.  "I'm sure you will
satisfy the clients well, yes?"  His lit cigarette
remained between his fingers, the ashes retaining its
position not falling onto the wooden floor.

	I'm sorry to say your clients will be disappointed,"
Laura said.  She wrapped her arm around her knees
savoring the sensation of the cigarette on her lips.

	"I cannot let that happen," Nike said.  Then ashes
silently splattered on the floor.

	"Then you'll have to make an exception," Laura
countered.

	"The consequences to you and your sister are just too
dire.  You have no choice but to cooperate in this
matter.  I'm sure you'll understand," Nike said.  The
thugs cracked their knuckles and took a step forward.

	Laura was really scared now.  Fear had betrayed her
voice.  "What are you going to do to me?" she asked. 
She planted her feet on the floor ready to make a run
for it if necessary and possible.

	"I need to see the product.  Unsightly scars and
blemishes can turn a happy client into an unsatisfied
one.  I cannot take such a chance," Nike said. 
However slightly, a grin betrayed his otherwise
serious demeanor.

	"I can't do this.  I really can't do this.  Don't you
understand?  Let me go!  I beg you, please make an
exception this time," Laura rattled on.  She dashed
for the door but the thugs were too quick for her. 
Eric, the one with beady eyes and a bushy mustache
swept her feet and tossed her back onto the bed.

	"Come on, we don't have time now.  Let's get on with
it," Nike said.  He didn't want any more nonsense out
of this one.

	She motioned the men to get away from her. She didn't
need their help. She took a deep breath contemplating
what she was about to do.   Besides her doctor and her
husband the only other time she ever had shown her
body was in a hot tub at a hotel a few years back, the
result of two bottles of wine.  The other couple was
naked and Michael and she decided to follow suit,
giggling as she peeled off her bikini.  But there was
no giggling now.  "Would you guys leave right away
after this is done?" Laura asked.

	"We don't have time to sit around here.  Get on with
it," Nike said looking at his watch.

	Wanting to get over this moment, Laura was down to
her bra and panties in a second.  She looked at the
three of them and she could see that she was having an
effect on them.  As her nipples jutted towards the
men, her mind was conjuring ways to disappear before
the morning.  As her panties crawled down her well
toned legs she could see that Nike was more than
satisfied.  She did a complete turn around and said,
"can I put on my clothes now?"

	"Are your breasts real?" Nike said motioning Laura to
come forward.

	She had come much too near the men now.  "Yes they
are," she replied.

	Laura bit her lip as Nike gently tweaked each of her
nipples, then his hand grabbed her breasts gauging its
buoyancy.  She complied as ordered to turn around and
bend over.  Nike's fingers lingered over her shaved
twat.  Laura was dismayed that his fingers slipped so
easily inside, the result of her gushing juices
saturating her vagina beyond her control.

	"My goodness, you are ready for a good fucking,"
commented Nike as he wiped off his fingers with a
tissue.  

	"You have checked the product.  Leave now," Laura
said.  She promptly gathered her clothes, putting them
back on.


	Sinna was a fisherman by trade.  Tonight he was well
hidden from view sitting behind a tree.  The only
thing betraying his cover under the moonless night was
the glow from his cigarette.  He was told to watch the
back exit for a white blond woman.  If he sees her, he
must follow her and call Nike.

	The bedside clock illuminated exactly three a.m. 
Laura was on her bed wide awake.  She was puffing on
her fourth cigarette since she resumed the habit.  She
still had eight cigarettes left in the box that Nike
gave her after he had felt her up in front of the two
thugs who had clearly enjoyed seeing her in the buff. 
She had finished off her first day of vacation with a
huge fight with Gina and her sister.  Now she packed
some clothes, money, snacks and five water bottles
into a duffle bag.  She was scared to run but she was
also scared to stay.

	"Mom, it's me Laura.  Can you hear me?" Laura spoke
loudly into the phone.  She picked up another
cigarette but decided to put it back into the box.

	"I can't hear you very well," Laura's mom said also
increasing her volume.  "Is that you, Laura?  How is
Nicole?"  

	"She's fine.  We are all fine," Laura lied.  She got
straight to the point.  "How's Emily doing?"

	"Emily's fine.  She just got home from school," her
mother said.  Laura could hear her mother shouting,
"Emily! Emily! It's mommy on the phone, hurry." 
Fatigue showed in her voice.

	"Mommy, Mommy, where are you," Emily's sweet voice
streamed through the receiver and into Laura's ears.

	Laura's pretty mouth broadened into a smile but just
for a second.  "I'm in my hotel room," she answered. 
"Honey, are you alright?  Everything in her dark hotel
room turned crisp and clear.  "Are you eating your
meals like you promised?" she asked.

	"Yes, mommy.  When are you coming back?" her five
years old daughter asked.

	"Real soon my baby, Mommy will be back," she said. 
After saying goodbye, she made up her mind.  She
looked out her window.  Everything was dark and
impenetrable.  She picked up her duffle bag and
quietly got out the room into the hallway.  Laura
passed Gina's and Nicole's room and headed for the
stairs.  Once outside, she had second thoughts again. 
Laura sprinted across the pool into the coconut grove.

	Sinna's sturdy legs sprang to action at the sight of
the blond apparition.  His muscular cheeks contorted a
smile exposing his rotting teeth.  He had no trouble
keeping up with her a hundred feet behind.  As ordered
he just followed her.  He quietly reported to Nike on
his cell phone.

	Panic had already flushed out of her system.  In its
place fatigue had taken over.  It had been two hours
now and she still had not come across a road.  Worse
than that, her shoes and feet had become all muddy and
smelly.  Dawn was finally breaking in a new day.  She
finished another water bottle and tossed it on the
rich soil.  Laura sat down and started to sob, at
first quietly then with the full force of her despair.
 When she finally quieted down she noticed the
rumblings of trucks.  It was coming from her right. 
She sprang up and ran in that direction.  When Laura
reached the semi paved road, she was breathing hard. 
Within five minutes a black Mitsubishi SUV rolled to a
stop in front of her.  Laura hopped in.

	"I don't want any more trouble out of you," Nike told
the dirty and exhausted young mother.  "You'll have
someone outside your door for the next seven days."

	Laura remained quiet looking out the window.  She had
been told that her first trick will be at 2:00 p.m. 
She had seven hours of rest before she had to
entertain close to a dozen men one after the other and
that was just today.

	Under careful watch of thugs, Laura sat with Gina and
Nicole at the breakfast buffet.  "Eat up. Fucking
makes you real hungry," Nicole said.

	Laura was practically snarling at her sister.  She
thought Nicole had changed.  Every time she remembered
that she was soon to become a whore to these dark
skinned natives, her stomach turned.  She couldn't
eat.  "Why did you do this to me?" Laura asked her
eyes bulging with anger.

	"You will thank me for it," Nicole responded popping
a piece of cantaloupe into her mouth.

	The rest of the morning passed too fast.  Laura's
stomach was doing flip flops.  A thug was outside her
door.  Nike had thrown in a laundry bag full of whore
clothes from the seventies.  She stripped to her
panties and put on a floral printed gown.  Laura
studied herself in the mirror.

	The knock had finally come.  She opened the door to
find a young lad walking in.  He sized her up like a
piece of meat.  "So you are the married one?" the boy
stated.

	"Yes," she answered him.  She looked away as she
couldn't match his steady gaze.

	"You are prettier than your sister.  I fucked her the
last time she was here," he said.  For a teenager he
was far too jaded in the world of grown ups.  He
lazily offered Laura a cigarette from a gold case and
lighted one for himself as well.  "Let's see what you
have," he said in an accent more in tune with the
Queen's English.

	Wearing just her panties underneath her long gown,
she let the garment slide down to her feet.  Her
hardened nipples jutted out.  She let Joe study her
figure as she inhaled deeply on her cigarette.  She
was thrilled that he was getting aroused.  She removed
her panties next.  Not knowing what was to happen next
had an interesting effect on her.

	Joe didn't do anything.  He sat enjoying the married
white woman who had lean and strong legs.  "You are a
pleasure to watch.  Would you come back in December?"
he asked.

	"What's in December?" asked Laura.  She stood
standing in her hotel room without a stitch of
clothing.

	"I take my favorite four to five women on my daddy's
yacht with some friends.  It's good fun.  You can
practically stay naked for the whole week," Joe said.

	"What makes you think I would want to do that," Laura
responded.  She wasn't sure how much longer to just
stand around or to start something.

	"Isn't that what you women look for, easy jobs and
good money?" Joe asked.

	With a smile on her face, Laura came closer to the
boy.  He stood up.  She expertly unbuckled his belt
and let his trousers collect at his feet.  Laura
pulled down his white underpants to release his
growing organ.  She couldn't resist giving it a
squeeze for she appreciated its majesty.  She got on
her knees and gave its head a good allover licking. 
Laura felt alive.  She took his dark black grand penis
into her mouth.

The End.

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