Chapter 10: Teresa and Alexi

This was turning out to be the best vacation ever. Teresa wished she could remember what argument she had used to persuade Rutherford to send her to this island "to unwind," all expenses paid, and for as long as she wanted to stay. Her cottage was comfortable and spacious. The sky was blue, the water was green, the sand was white and the boys were hunky and plentiful. Case in point, the young Adonis sleeping in her bed this morning, Ricardo, or Roberto, or Rodrigo. She hadn't paid much attention to his name when she picked him up last night in the disco of the hotel at the far end of the island. She knew he spoke Spanish and danced Latin. That had been enough for then. Teresa bought the drinks because she was pretty sure his allowance wouldn't cover them. She suspected his mother might wonder where he had spent the night, but Mother needn't have worried. Teresa had taken good care of her son last night - and vice versa.

Teresa had a ball with R., dancing salsa and meringue and cha-cha with him until 3 AM. Then she brought him back to her bungalow when the fun REALLY began. Teresa was amazed that a mere boy could have such a talented tongue. She wondered if one of his high-school teachers had taught the lad how to eat a grown woman's pussy. Whoever she was, Teresa wanted to shake the woman's hand! R. had her coming non-stop even before he began to fuck her. Ah, youth! He screwed her three times to Lord knows how many climaxes before finally collapsing. She was too grateful for his service last night and too good a sport to attempt to roust him again this morning, thought her ever-eager pussy sure needed some morning attention. He deserved to rest, poor baby.

Teresa knew she was going to like this island from the very first day. She had noticed how the burly taxi driver who was waiting at the airport to take her to the resort, appreciated a curvy young woman in a mini. As he continued to glance at her through the rear-view mirror, Teresa just got hotter and opened her legs to give him something more worthwhile to glance at.

About halfway down the mountain toward the beachside resort, Teresa decided the distraction was making his driving dangerously erratic. In the interest of road safety she told him to pull over and let her fuck his eyes out. She sat Trevor down on the wide back seat (Love those old British cabs!) and sat herself down on his thick, satisfying prick. Putting her arms around his neck for stability she bounced happily on his massive member while his mouth busied itself with her tits. When she finished with him she was glad she had chosen the scenic overlook. Several other vehicles had stopped to overlook the scene of a small brown woman fucking a large back man like a nympho bunny.

Interestingly, there were few other guests at the resort, mostly women. In the cottage next to her was Alexi, a large but well-built older woman whom Teresa gathered was taking time off from some kind of executive position. Apparently Alexi didn't take chances and had brought her staff assistant. From the sounds coming from the cottage most nights, Teresa surmised that his staff was of considerable assistance.

Not that Alexi was exclusive. In the clubs Teresa and Alexi frequented, the two women had a kind of friendly rivalry for the attention of the young swains that swarmed over both of them. Usually it worked out that Teresa scarfed up someone in his twenties or younger and Alexi took home a nice thirties-something. Sometime, though, they both went after the same guy and Teresa didn't always win. Teresa could understand that; some men couldn't pass up the opportunity to get lost in Alexi's ample expanses of hips and bosom. Besides, Alexi had one slightly unfair advantage that Teresa could hardly begrudge; Alexi always wore clothes skimpy enough to show she was a little bit pregnant.

Teresa put some money in an envelope for R., gave his cock a little kiss and left to prowl. She thought of calling room service; the server was always a delicious boy, but she didn't want to disturb R's sleep. Besides, Teresa seldom had trouble finding a gardener or a bellboy or a lifeguard for a mid-morning romp. It was a great way to settle down for a nap because by ten or so, Teresa's late night was catching up with her. Later, she almost always had more wine with her lunch than she intended and it made her sleepy again. Seldom, however, did she have to take her siesta alone.

Teresa looked down at the date on her watch. It had been exactly two weeks since... Suddenly she shook herself, almost violently and looked around. It had been exactly two weeks since she had been betrayed! For a moment fury boiled up against David for having seduced her, leaving her vulnerable to hypnosis by that witch Claire, but she realized he was totally in the woman's power and could have done nothing less.

She remembered everything, including all the parts Claire wanted her to forget. Fortunately, Teresa's post-hypnotic suggestion from a self-hypnosis session before entering the WOPI compound had kicked in to break the spell. She knew where she was and WHAT this place was. She would have to find and un-condition Alexandra. But first she would have to deal with Alexandra's minder, Charlie. Foolishly, Claire had mentioned him as she gloated over how she had dealt with Alexandra before putting Teresa under that afternoon.

Having her mind back didn't negate the effects of the testosterone patch under Teresa's armpit, however and there was no way to remove it until she was off the island. She still needed to get laid. Well, she didn't want to do anything out of her new character, anyway. Tonight was many hours away and her pussy needed some masculine attention, now! She closed the door of the cabin and had started for the beach when she saw him: tall, blond and with something very interesting in those Speedos. Teresa licked her lips.