Chapter 5

With her honey-blonde tresses dangling from a high ponytail that swayed along her shoulder blades, Elaine click-clacked from the bedroom; her bare tanned legs in five-inch black heeled sandals. Painted on her was a miniscule black satin dress that ended well above mid-thigh; its bandeau top taut over her perky braless tits. With a huge grin, she glided past me and tugged her husband’s glass free of his hand before lifting it to her lips. With one swift tilt of her head, she emptied it and handed it back to him.

“Are you ready, Tommy?” Surrounded by smokey evening make-up, her hazel eyes sparkled as she clacked closer; my heart thumped.

“Are you, toy?” I slid the hem of her skirt upwards; air hissed from her.

When her bare slit came into view, already glistening, Boyd chuckled, though the empty glass trembled in his fingers. His eyes met mine.

“Yeh, you’re ready, aren’t you?” With a grin at him, I lowered her hem.

“Uh, huh. Tommy—” Her words stopped when I placed my fingertip on her shaking lower lip.

“Such a horny little toy.”

Even as she swayed, the scent of rum floating around her, her eyes glittered. Yeh, she was so aroused because she knew what was going to happen. A whimper slipped from her as I headed for the door, but she shook herself and leaned to her husband. Careful not to smudge the glossy, deep red lipstick on her lips, she lowered her mouth to his. At his sudden groan, I turned. Elaine’s hand, now tipped with matching blood-red nails, pressed deep into his crotch. Time slowed.

She’d never done that before, either. Then the universe corrected. She straightened, flashed him a grin, and spoke. “See you later, honey.”

After a long gulp, Boyd nodded and sighed. “Have fun ... Uh, sweetheart.”

While trying to discern what I’d witnessed, I tugged the door open as I usually did and shot him a smile. Something had happened; his eyes remained focused on his wife sashaying past me into the dark. After giving him a final nod, Boyd at last managed a tight grin as I pulled the door closed.

When I turned, Elaine was slowly twirling in the road, arms outstretched and head up while gazing at the starry sky as her heels click-clacked on the dusty asphalt. Without a word, I gathered her under my arm and guided her downhill. Neither of us spoke until the little overlook came into sight. In the fresh, tropical plant-imbued air, I shouldn’t have been able to smell the aroma of her sex, but I could. And Elaine slowed, her glossy lips smacking; her hungry eyes flashed to me.

“No. You want to dance, don’t you?” I said.

“Yes, Tommy, but...” The pout on her face changed to a wide-eyed stare when I pressed my lips into her neck.

As I kissed her, her hand rose to my chest; those freshly painted, blood-red nails clawed at my shirt collar. When I pulled away, she swayed forward and staggered behind me as I continued down the road. Her heels clicked after me until, after the overlook had disappeared from sight, I slowed to let her catch up. Once more in my arm, Elaine snuggled tight as we walked on into the night.

“You really do care for me, don’t you, Tommy?”

“Yep.”

Well, I mean she—they both were paying me to do just that. Then again, perhaps I was ... She meant more to me—than money. My heart stuttered as I sucked in air. Eyebrows raising; Elaine peered up at me as her palm pressed flat on my chest. Had she felt that?

Neither of us said anything until we passed through the narrow intersection at the base of the hill; the surf roared off to our left. Looming foliage surrounded the rest of the hamlet. Closer to the beach, soft jazz music came from the café where we’d eaten earlier; its lights bright. But we headed the other direction; inland, towards louder, thumping, heart pounding beats emanating from a side road.

Elaine clung tighter while her heels clipped up the street to the little dance club. Its exterior was lit by a random collection of colored spotlights. The trunks of two tall trees and a cluster of scrawny shrubs cast chaotic shadows across the sun-faded red, now pink, stucco walls. One look at us ... Well, actually her, and the crowd slid apart to let us pass under the arched entry. The sultry melodies of tropical beats pounded me as we moved further inside.

The only structure of any substance was the entrance. A small kitchen-bar lined one of its pale yellow stucco and concrete walls. The rest of the place was an open veranda; chaotic strings of twinkling white fairy lights were suspended from a rough-hewn log and palm frond canopy. In case of storms, the solid piece would survive and they could rebuild the dance floor and seating area. Pretty damned smart. Above the center of the wood-floored area, covered in battered thin tiles, an old disco glitter ball revolved, completely off-beat from the sultry island beats to which the gleaming, packed crowd swayed.

Since it was the middle of the week, most of the other dancers were dusky-skinned locals, descendants of the slaves who’d hacked this colony from the jungle for the French centuries ago. As the music became more up-tempo, the aroma and roiling smoke of homegrown ganja filled the air. The slow-moving fans haphazardly screwed into the rough roof joists did more to spread the growing clouds than clear them. And they did nothing to move the heavy, humid air laden with the swirling aromas of cheap perfume, over-used cologne and cloying sweat from the frantic dancers.

As always, we danced together for a while, but it wasn’t long before Elaine drifted further and moved looser—wilder. It was time. After a last clench of my hand on her hip, Elaine flashed me a brilliant toothy smile before, succumbing to the seductive music, she slipped from me. Now, this was all her. In no time, she was dancing amidst a growing collection of well-built local men attracted to the lone, petite, pale-skinned visitor. Yep, right where she wanted to be.

It was one of those things she never told Boyd. Her eyes gleamed as she swept from man to man in the dusky lighting, her hips never slowing as her arms swayed overhead. After her top slithered down to bare her upwards thrust cones for roaming dark hands, she sucked in deep tokes from thick home-rolled spliffs. It wasn’t long before her pony tail disintegrated into a cloud of untamed honey-blonde tresses swirling about her as she danced, also untamed. No, she’d never revealed to her husband the pure joy and excitement of dancing along the edge of danger. If anything happened to her, it’d splash across the headlines. She knew Boyd would never—could never understand her need for the risk she took. Every single time we danced.

No matter, it was Elaine’s secret to keep. After a quick trip to the bar, I watched over her, twisting to track her disappearing into the crowd in one large man’s hands, before reappearing among several others, all grinding against her. As Elaine played on the smokey, dimly lit dance floor, I sipped my drink and tapped my toes to the ever more sensual melodies. The aromatic smoke was burning my eyes, and it forced me to shake my head several times to stop the room from blurring. With a wistful sigh, I found myself wondering if Karen would also enjoy something like this; being the center of attention. All those eyes, and hands, roaming her writhing tight frame.

Why the fuck was I thinking about Karen?

With a growl, I rattled my head. I had a job to do, and I focused once more, finding Elaine riding the solid glistening thigh of a tall, muscular dark-skinned man while another rode her back, his splayed coal-black hands groping her pale tits. Eyes glittering, she twisted to plant a kiss on the bare chest of the man behind her before being tugged free by the other. After licking her lips, he handed her a rough-cut, fat joint. Her cheeks sunk inwards before puffing out a long cloud of smoke towards the languidly spinning ceiling fans.

As she toked, his hands slid her hip-hugging skirt upwards to bare her shiny rolling pelvis. With her outstretched fingers roaming the solid chest of the man before her, Elaine was in nirvana; enjoying every second. Until she flashed me that look. Thick black fingertips, glistening, appeared under her. The rising panic in her unfocused eyes; her head, dodging around another man to find me.

And that’s when I did what Boyd could never manage, assuming he’d ever let her do this in the first place. After slamming my glass on the table, I leaped to my feet, strode into the undulating, grinding crowd and grabbed Elaine by the wrist. With large wiry dark hands sliding from beneath her skirt and gliding from her jiggling tits, I tugged her free.

Eyes bleary and unfocused, she rolled her head to gape at the cluster of hungry-looking swaying men, still staring at her, clad only in a tight band of crumpled black around her waist. Her perky tits wobbled on her shaking chest as she staggered behind me; heels clacking on the dance floor tiles.

“Tommy.” She swallowed as she gaped up at me, a silvery trail of drool sliding from the corner of her mouth. “Tommy, I need to be fucked.”

“You want them to fuck you?” With a grin, I gestured to the leering crowd of dusky-skinned islanders, dancing as they tracked her every movement.

If I’d been Boyd, they’d have yanked her back and dragged her into the jungle. When her eyes sparkled and then flashed to mine, I swallowed a chuckle. As much as she may have wanted that, an island gang-bang took some work to organize. Fucking unprotected, unvetted strangers in a club was a nice fantasy, but—not smart.

On subsequent dance nights in later years, she’d get her wish. However, I’d always made damned sure the more-than-willing partners in a small wooden hut just up the hillside behaved. But not then. And that was another thing; when we were out together, without Boyd, I was fairly sure she never reported to him everything we did. As far as I know, like her little dance shows, she also never revealed the gang-bangs I later arranged for her.

“Please, Tommy.” Her eyes, red-rimmed and wild, gleamed up at me. “I really need it.”

“I know.” With the smile remaining on my face, I let my thoughts wander off and pushed her long hair behind her ears.

“Now! Tommy. Please, I’m so horny.”

If there was one thing Elaine could always be counted on to be, it’s horny. If you haven’t figured it out yet, she was the closest to a true nymphomaniac I’d ever met. With a smile, I pulled her outside before tugging her into the alley beside the club.

Some dusty and crumpled, others more recent, used condoms and torn wrappers littered the narrow sandy space between the club and a small church. A popular spot. With a sigh, I dragged her around a cluster of trash cans that blocked the view from the street. At least the salt air kept the rancid aroma of garbage at bay, but this was also part of her fantasy.

As the sultry tempos from inside continued to pound us, I halted with my back to the wall of the church. Eyes on mine, her hands ripped away at my zipper until she yanked me free. It was only then that a slight hiss of air slipped from her. Wide eyed, she stared down and realized she’d walked out naked but for the strip around her midsection.

Of course, that only turned her on more.

A moan tore from Elaine as she thrust herself forward, taking me into her as the two cones atop her chest mashed into me. How Elaine loved to put on a show. After gripping her ass, I lifted her until her thighs slid along my hips. A whimper fled her as she twisted her way downwards, once more impaling herself.

“Tommy!”

Eyes impossibly wide, she stared through me when a massive convulsion clamped her insides tight against my shaft, stopping her in mid-slide. She blinked. Once. Her eyes found mine as the universe returned to her. Her lips parted and flew to my mouth. So hard, our teeth clicked together before her tongue sought and caressed mine. She tasted of strong rum; lots of strong rum. And smoky island weed. Lots of that, too.

Her first scream rushed into me as she spasmed, allowing her to drop further. With my fingers supporting her, she raced up and down, her thighs flexing, pumping herself atop me as scream after scream blasted into our rolling, tilting mouths.

Yeh, she wasn’t my toy.

At long last, she crumpled to my chest, rapid hot breaths blazing across me as her heart hammered. With a long sigh, I settled back against the wall; her pulse battered my embedded pole as her quivering frame writhed atop my outstretched fingers.

“You’re the best, Tommy.”

I jolted; her murmured words caught me by surprise. Not because of what she said, but how she’d spoken. Such deep longing. And the way when her lips found my bare skin, she planted a soft kiss over my pounding heart.

Surrounded by smoky eyeshadow, Karen’s gorgeous dark eyes flickered into view. Goddamit! Why?

After the last of the larger aftershocks rattled through her, with a liquid slurp, I lifted her from me and stood her on her wobbly heels. Her eyes met mine, then widened as she stared at my thumping mast, dripping with her glimmering juice. The potent aroma of her sex swirled around us, mixing with the salty breeze and the faint scent of jungle flowers. Her hand reached out, but she jerked to a halt when I grabbed the crumpled dress. She moaned as I lifted it over her head, leaving a swirl of blonde hair puffing upwards in the night air and her perky cones wobbling on her chest.