Chapter 11

It was still only mid-morning so I had to decide what to do for the day. As I’d spent quite a lot of time sunbathing the previous day I decided to skip the beaches and go into town to have a look in some of the shops. I also wanted to see how long I could wear the butt plug for without it getting uncomfortable.

I thought about putting my other butt plug in my pussy but decided to keep that pleasure for another day.

Instead I decided on a dress. If I was going to try clothes on I wanted to have to get naked, not just topless or bottomless. I decided on a thin, cotton summer dress with spaghetti straps and 4 buttons down to the hem that finished millimetres below my pussy.

With my shoulder bag in my hand I headed off to get a taxi into town. There was a slight, warm breeze that was blowing my skater type skirt part of the dress out and I felt like I was naked from the waist down.

The taxi dropped me off at the opposite corner of the bay and I started wandering around, having a leisurely look at the shops and Ibiza life. Judging by the number of shops that were closed I came to the conclusion that not a lot happens in the mornings so I stopped at a café and sat outside having a coffee and watching the world go by. I was also letting the world see my pussy, if the world cared to look, as I had one foot up on the bar under another chair.

When I started proper shopping instead of just windows shopping, I went in to lots of the little clothes shops that I found. There wasn’t much there that I liked but I did find one little shop that reminded me of Celeste’s shop except that I didn’t see a pedestal or anyone fitting clothes.

What I did find in that shop was some lace tops that were long enough for me to wear as dresses. I wanted to try them on so I looked round for somewhere to change but couldn’t see anywhere. The young sales girl wasn’t talking any notice of me so I thought,

“Sod it; I’ll try them on right here in the shop.”

And I did, I took my dress off right there in the middle of the shop in full view of anyone who passed by and cared to look. I don’t think that anyone saw me but there again, I wasn’t looking.

The sales girl did look up and at me one time that I was naked but she just turned back to whatever she was reading. I wondered if getting naked to try things on in that shop, or maybe even all of Ibiza, was normal.

I decided to leave the tops but remember where the shop was, just in case.

At another shop I liked a pair of shoes that they had on display and the young woman got an eyeful of my pussy as she helped me try them on. She may even have managed to see part of my butt plug, I’m not sure. She didn’t say anything but her eyes did seem to linger on my pussy for quite a bit of time.

I bought the shoes.

My meandering took me away from the centre and as I wandered down one street I saw a little gym; that made me think about my fitness. Okay, I’m anything but over-weight but I know that fitness is important and that I should really take some regular exercise, so I stopped and looked through the window.

As I was looking a youngish man came out and said,

“Are you thinking of taking some exercise? Would you like to have a look around?”

I was a little surprised but agreed and I followed him in. First he showed me the main exercise room that had about a dozen machines in there. There was one cute looking man using one machine. Next he walked straight in to the changing room to show me the lockers and showers.

The place didn’t look too bad so I asked him for some details and told him that I might be back. Just as I was leaving I asked him if there would be anyone who could show me how the machines worked because I’d never been to a gym before.

Assuring me that there would, I put the leaflets in my purse and continued wandering. Daddy’s Black Amex card came in handy again when I realised that I’d need some trainers if I was going back to that gym.

I got the trainers in a big shoe shop where customers select and try on the shoe unaided. I was a little disappointed that there was no one to help me but I spent plenty of time bending over and reaching up to get different boxes and, judging by the odd gasp or two, some other customers got a good look at my butt plug and pussy.

That was enough shopping for one day and I headed back to the port area to get a drink then a taxi back to the boat.

The café that I chose was on a busy street and the table that I sat at, and the position of the chair, after I’d moved it, and the way that I sat, gave pedestrians and people in cars and unobstructed view of my legs right up to my stomach. I only sat up straight when a waiter came my way.

I had a very pleasant hour sat there.

When I got back to the boat I changed to an ultra, short skirt and a tube top and went looking for the nearest beach. That was only a 10 minute walk and it isn’t what I would call a ‘nice’ beach but it is a beach and I could lie out in front of the people who were walking along it.

I chose to tan my back and struggled to cover it with sunblock and was disappointed that no one offered to help the naked girl.

I lay on my stomach for well over an hour with my legs open and (I guess) the fake diamond sparkling in the sun. After a while I moved my right hand underneath me and the fingers slowly played with my pussy; only visible to anyone who looked directly at my pussy.

When I got back to the boat I showered then phoned Pau. I was a little apprehensive because I wasn’t sure how he would react to his boss’s 18 year old daughter, whom he’d been charged with keeping safe, asking him the questions that I was about to ask; namely: -

1. Where are the lap-dancing and strip clubs in Ibiza?

2. Are there any places where I can go to get sexually humiliated?

3. Are there any places where they put on live sex shows?

4. Are there any places where girls can get fucked by machines?

5. Can you get me an I.D. card that would be accepted in all the clubs? I explained that I didn’t want to have to carry my passport around with me.

I wanted to know the answers and locations of any such places, and how I could get into them.

I decided to be bold and just ask these questions as if it were quite normal for an 18 year old girl to want to know the answers. After saying ‘buenas tardes’ I just asked all the questions in my normal, calm voice.

There was a few seconds silence before Pau told me that there are place like I had described and that he could take me to them but did I really want to go to places like that?

I replied saying that I just wanted the names and addresses of those places, not that I wanted him to take me to them. He agreed to give me the details but urged me not to go to any of them without him.

I thanked him for his concern then reminded him about the I.D. card. He told me that I’d have one within 24 hours. Then I asked him not to tell my father about this conversation and wondered if it would have been the same if daddy hadn’t been paying him. I wondered if he went to these places and if he took part in humiliating and fucking young women.

Pushing that thought to one side I asked him to drop a list and a map with them marked on it, at the yacht the next day. I told him that I probably wouldn’t be there and to just leave it where I would find it.

He said that he would but asked me to let him take me to any place that I decided to go to.

When I’d terminated the call I wondered if he wanted me to take him with me to protect me or if he wanted to fuck me. That last thought worried me because of the size of the man. If he were to lie on top of me I’d probably be crushed to death.

Feeling happy, I decided to go and have a laydown for a while; I didn’t know where yet but I expected it to be a long night.

When I awoke it was dark.

I thought about where I was going to go to eat, and to spend the evening. I decided to go to the Lio again. Okay, not very adventurous but there was plenty of time to be adventurous and going to somewhere that I’d been to before, albeit with daddy, would give me a bit of confidence.

Then the decision of what to wear. After a trawl through all the clothes that I had with me I decided on a little see-through top that’s barely long enough to cover my tits, and an ultra-short, silky, skater skirt that just about covers my butt; another skirt that I can easily forget that I’ve got it on. I decided against any vibrator or butt plug but pushed my steel balls up my hole.

I looked in the mirror and could easily see my nipples and areolas I couldn’t see my slit, but I could just see the bottom of my butt cheeks. Happy with my appearance, I set off.

One of the doormen the Lio asked me if my father was joining me and I told him that I was on my own. He spoke to one of the hostess’ and I was led to a small table near the stage where I ate and enjoyed the show again, forgetting what was in my vagina.

Then I went to the dance floor. It wasn’t long before men tried to dance with me and talk to me. I just ignored them all; it was fun watching and listening to them and the steel balls soon reminded me where they were.

As my arousal slowly grew I decided to reveal a little more and slowly turned the waist band of the skirt over. It was only a couple of centimetres but that was enough for my slit to be visible all the time and for anyone who looked to know that I didn’t have any knickers covering my butt.

I was feeling good about myself when I saw a raised area where people had moved to and were dancing. I worked my way over to it and climbed on. As I danced near the edge I watched a few men, and a couple of girls, looking at my legs and up to my pussy.

I started dancing with my feet further apart.

At one point I saw a man walking around the dance floor taking photographs and handing cards out. When he came over to where I was he looked up at me and started taking photographs. I spread my legs a bit more and smiled at him.

His response was to take photos looking up my skirt. After a few up the front I turned and let him take some of my bare butt. When I turned back to face him the camera was right in front of my pussy. I wished that I’d put one of my butt plugs in my pussy before coming out.

He smiled at me and gave me a red card. I didn’t know the significance of the red card but I did note the other people were getting white cards.

Whilst I was dancing a few men came up to me and tried to talk to me and dance with me. I wasn’t really interested and either fobbed them off, or just ignored them.

All the movement was keeping my Ben Wa balls busy, I didn’t actually cum whilst I was dancing but I got real close. So close that at one point I had to take a break and go to the rest room where I locked myself in a cubicle and made myself cum.

When I went out of the cubicle a drunken girl leaning against a sink asked me if I’d just cum. I just said that I had as I checked my hair and confirmed that my slit was still visible. The girl just replied,

“Good for you girl.”

When I decided to leave I didn’t bother unrolling the top of my skirt and just walked out. No one said a word so as I walked so I rolled it over one more time. Except for a couple of drunks on a bench, no one saw me and I got back to the boat not that long before dawn. I got in the shower, rubbed my clit until I orgasmed, then squeezed the steel balls out before going to bed.

It was nearly mid-day when I woke up, and after a shower I raided the fridge then went and sat on the deck to eat. After that I was still a little tired so I put some sunblock on and went and lay out at the back of the boat not caring if anyone saw the naked me.

I must have dozed off because I got startled by Pau,

“Excuse me Miss Georgia.”

Was the first thing that I heard; I opened my eyes and saw Pau towering above me.

“I’ve brought the details that you wanted.”

I got up and invited him onto the deck. Not even considering covering-up, I followed him up and to the table where he unrolled a couple of maps.

There were about a dozen ‘X’ marks on the maps with the name of the place written next to the ‘X’. He pointed to each one in turn and described what the place was about. Just about all of them sounded good and my pussy was already anticipating the visits.

Then Pau pulled a credit card sized object out of his pocket. When he gave it to me I saw that it was headed: -

“Dancer’s I.D. Tarjeta.” And appeared to have been issued by the Ibiza Town Council.

It also had details of my name, date of birth, nationality, an address that I didn’t recognise, and Pau’s phone number. It also had a passport style photograph of me on it.

“That’s my address,” Pau said, “I thought that it was best that I was the contact if it became necessary.”

“Fair enough.” I replied then turned the I.D. card over.

I was a little surprised to see a full frontal, naked photograph of me. Okay, it was a small photo but I could clearly make out my nipples and slit.

“Where did you get the photographs Pau, and do all these cards have naked photos of the holder?”

“No Georgia. They all have photos of the holder but they are usually dressed. I only had a full photo of you whist you were like you are now.”

“How did you get it?”

“A drone yesterday Georgia.”

“Oh yes, I seem to remember a buzzing overhead at one point. Okay, no problem.”

Pau then gave me the same talk about me not going to those places, and that if I really wanted to go then to only go with him. I told him not to worry then went and got a couple of 500 Euro notes for him. Giving it to him I said,

“Gracias, muchas gracias Pau, eso es justo lo que quería.”

He left, reminding me to phone him before I went anywhere.

I took the I.D. and put it in my little cross body bag. When I opened it I found the red card that the photographer had given me at the Lio. At first I thought that it was just a business card asking the recipient to contact the photographer to get prints of the photos that he’d taken.

When I turned it over I saw that the photographer was looking for models that needed a portfolio. This got me thinking,

“Could I go and get him to take lots of mainly naked photos on me?”

The more that I thought about it the more I liked the idea. I put the card in my ‘toys’ drawer intending to phone the man sometime.

I was wide awake by then so I thought about what to do for the rest of the day. I got out the map that the man in the marina office had given me. I scribbled some beach names and bus numbers on a piece of paper and packed a backpack with the things that I’d need for a trip to a beach.

My next problem was what to wear. I chose a see-through, string bikini top and a beach wrap skirt that is just a rectangle of material that isn’t long enough to go all the way around me. It’s held together by strings that I tie in a bow. The short side of the rectangle is just about long enough to cover my butt and pussy. I guess that the manufacturer intended the gap to be over a hip, which is where I put it, but I could easily wear it with the gap at the front leaving my pussy exposed. It’s obvious to anyone who looks that I have nothing under it.

The only other material that I took with me was a towel. I also took my egg, inside my vagina, and I put the control in my backpack.

When I got out of the taxi at the bus station I looked at the piece of paper with bus numbers on it and discovered that the next bus leaving to go to a beach was the number 11 to Salines. What’s more there was a big queue of people waiting to get on it. I bought a ticket and joined the queue. The woman selling the tickets didn’t seem to notice that my nipples and areolas were visible through my top and neither did the people in the queue.

Being near the back of the queue I had to stand in the aisle on the bus sandwiched between 2 men that were a lot taller than me. On one side of me, and on the seats, was a young couple, the man next to the aisle. On the other side were 2 men.

As soon as I thought that I wouldn’t have to move, I opened the backpack, switched the remote control to slow vibrate then put the backpack down on the floor between my feet.

As the bus started to move I looked for somewhere to hold on to, the grab straps hanging from the ceiling were way out of my reach so that left the backs of the seats or a pole that was going up from the back of one of the seats just in front of me.

I turned sideways and shuffled my feet around the backpack so that I could look out of the side windows. This meant that my front was right beside one of the 2 men, my pussy, albeit covered, centimetres from his head.

As the bus trundled along the slow vibrations of the egg combined with the movements of the bus started to make me feel good. I looked down to the man in front of me and so wanted to lift the front of the cover-up skirt when I saw him turn and look at me; but I didn’t.

What I did do when the bus stopped to let someone off, was to gently slide the skirt round so that the gap was just to the side of my slit. There was virtually no chance that anyone would be able to see my slit but the remote possibility made me feel a bit daring and added to nice feeling that the egg was giving me.

I also thought about loosening the bow that was holding the skirt up in the hope that I’d have a wardrobe malfunction, but I didn’t. After all, I’d be taking it off as soon as I got to the beach.

The other thing that added to my arousal was the bikini top. It’s see-through and not only did I catch the sitting men staring at my tits a few times. I caught one of the standing men looking down at them. Of course, ever since I’d left the boat my nipples had been rock hard.

Just before the bus got to its destination the egg and the vibrations from the bus finally got the better of me and I orgasmed surrounded by men that I didn’t know. I’m sure that I moaned a little but the noise of the engine drowned that out. I have no idea if any of them saw me shaking and the odd involuntary jerk.

I was just getting control back when the bus pulled off the road near the bar and shop.

I followed the other bus travellers down onto the beach and stopped to take my shoes off. I also took the bikini top off and stuffed them all into my backpack.

I looked along the long beach and could see lots of people, all of the adults looked to be wearing swimsuits or parts of them. The only naked people that I could see were a couple of young kids.

Still feeling ‘happy’ from my recent orgasm I thought,

“Sod it.” and pulled on one of the strings of my skirt.

It immediately hit the sand leaving me totally naked. Scooping it up and stuffing it in my backpack, I set off walking along the water’s edge. No one took any notice of me, that I could see, and I kept walking until the sunbathers thinned right out. I saw a naked man stood with a topless woman and could see quite a few fully naked people ahead of me. I decided to stop a bit further along where there was a big, unoccupied space.

I got my towel out and spread it out then sat down and leant back on my elbows, I looked out to sea and felt good. The sun felt good, the air smelt good, I was naked, and I didn’t have a care in the world.

I’d only been there a couple of minutes when some people walked passed me, the man taking a quick look at me.

Looking around I realised that there was a gap in the bushes just near me with a path that, presumably, led to a car park.

Not caring about that I lay back to enjoy the sun and tranquillity.

About 15 minutes later, 2 things happened. Firstly I realised that I should really have some sunblock on me, and secondly, a couple of noisy young men appeared from the path.

“Fucking hell mate, look at that.” I heard one say.

“Cute.” Another said.

I was spread out about half way between the bushes and the water’s edge and the 2 young men went and spread their towels directly between me and the sea. It was obvious that they intended to keep looking up at me hoping to see more of my pussy. My feet were about shoulder width apart and as they got themselves organised they kept looking up my legs to my pussy. I could tell that because I was up on my elbows watching them.

When they lay down both were of their fronts on their elbows. I smiled at them then lay back myself.

After a couple of minutes I remembered that I was going to put some sunblock on so I got to my feet and got it out of my backpack. Then I started putting it on my back. Obviously I wasn’t finding this easy and before I knew it one of the young men was stood beside me and saying,

“Would you like some help with that, I know how difficult it can be to reach everywhere.”

I turned to look at him, me totally naked and him just wearing a pair of swimming short; and he had a growing bulge in the front of them.

“Oh yes please; thank you.”

“My pleasure; it will be much easier if you lay down.”

“Yes, of course it will.” I replied.

I got down onto my towel and lay on my stomach, my feet about a 25 centimetres apart.

He started at my shoulders and I have to say that he was gentle. As he got to just above my butt his hands moved to the backs of my arms.

Then he moved to the backs of my legs.

As he got close to my pussy I couldn’t help but let out a moan. When he had done both legs he stood up and said,

“There you go, all done.”

“No you’re not, you missed one bit; well two actually, will you do my butt for me please?”

He didn’t say anything but got back onto his knees and did as requested. As his hands slid down near my pussy I let out another moan then said,

“That’s nice.”

Then he stood up again. I turned over and looked up at him then said,