Racheal woke around 6:15 pm. Two hours of sleep left her feeling like she had been hit by a bus, and she stumbled into the shower. Drying herself afterwards, she felt much more refreshed and checked out her body, feeling there should be some signs of change after her last two days of sexual awakening. But apart from a fading hickey on her left breast, there seemed to be little change at all. She even inserted a finger into her vagina to see if it was now much larger, but that, too, seemed unchanged. Next, she searched through her suitcase for something to wear. But found nothing really suitable that she could wear to a restaurant, so just pulled on her jeans and a white T-shirt.
She walked out by the front desk five minutes early. A tall attractive Jamaican lady stepped forward and introduced herself as Naila, “You must be Rachael. That was well-timed. I have just walked through the door.”
Naila looked smart, wearing a white top and a knee-length fitting green skirt. The top looked like a waistcoat with no bra underneath, as Rachael could see the dark shadow of her large areola.
She motioned Rachael towards the exit, “Andy is waiting for us outside in the car.”
As Naila turned to the door, Rachael asked, “First can you tell me why you’re taking me to dinner?”
“That’s what the dinner is for. We want to explain things and ask you a huge favour. I’ll leave Andy to enlighten you. Come on.”
Rachael only hesitated a second. Arley had told her about the dinner, and she trusted him and so followed Naila to a near-new silver Mercedes parked just to the left of the main door. Naila ushered Rachael to sit in the front while she got in the back. As she climbed in, Andy greeted her and commented on how good she looked.
Again she asked where they were going and why? To which Andy replied, “Can you wait for a little bit for a full explanation? I want to be sitting down and have no interruptions. But we are going to ask you to help us out, as we have gotten ourselves in a bit of trouble.”
Rachael eased herself back in the seat and tried to relax. It sounded a bit ominous, but they looked trustworthy, and again, she was certain Arley would not have sent her into any danger, as he had asked to see her the next day.
Naila leaned over from the back seat and told Andy to take them to her boutique first.
“I thought we were going to dinner first?”
“No! Let’s get Rachael dressed first. She will feel more comfortable when I dress her up,” Replied Naila.
As he changed direction, Andy explained that they were working on getting out of the Beach Boy business and attempting to legitimise all their affairs. He explained that as Naila was three months pregnant, this had become extremely important to both of them.
They pulled up on a street of shops somewhere near the centre of Kingston. Naila got out and opened the door for Rachael. As she stood, she saw the shop they were parked outside was sign-written, Naila’s Boutique.
Once inside, Rachael was astounded by the shop’s size and contents. Just inside the door, it was like a gift shop with trendy Jamaican souvenirs and T-shirts. On the left wall was a makeup display with many of the top brands. And the rest of the shop consisted of trendy, fashionable clothes. This was more like what she would have expected in a clothing boutique.
Naila guided her down the back of the shop, past a couple of local girls who were closing up for the day. They acknowledged Rachael, said their goodbyes to Naila and asked if they should lock up as they left.
“Yes, but don’t turn the alarm on Chandice,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, then looking to Rachael, “She plays pranks all the time.”
Once Naila heard the door snip closed, she motioned Rachael into one of the changing rooms and asked her to strip. This gave Rachael a moment’s pause. She had never been comfortable undressing in front of others, even in the netball change rooms.
However, she stripped to her bra and panties and then opened the curtain. Naila appraised her, then motioned Rachael to follow her into the Lingerie section, telling her she needed some sexy underwear. She followed nervously, again not that comfortable, wandering around half-nude in front of a woman she had only just met.
Naila led her to the far wall and stopped in front of a rack of lingerie set in amongst shelves containing vibrators, dildos and a multitude of other sex toys.
“Do you want to try on some crotchless panties?”
“No! I couldn’t,” squeaked Rachael.
“Of course, you can try these.” And she handed her some skimpy black panties.
Racheal very reluctantly dropped hers and stepped into the small black panties. Looking in a nearby mirror, they looked sexy but normal. She opened her legs, and the gap in the crotch of the lacy material opened. She felt a draft of cooler air waft over her open puffy labia, and it sent a thrill of excitement combined with embarrassment flooding through her body.
Naila just threw an arm around her, hugging her tightly, “They’re perfect. Now the bra!” And she handed Rachael the matching lacy bra from the stand.
Again Racheal’s years of modesty made her hesitate. But she fought her natural impulses and exposed her tingling boobs.
“Oh! What beautiful breasts. These will display them perfectly,” She said, holding them up for Rachel to put her arms through. As Rachel pushed her arms forward, Naila’s hands brushed each side of her breasts. It was as if a jolt of current passed through them, she gasped in embarrassment at her own reaction. What the hell was wrong with her? There had to be something in the water here, as she was getting turned on nearly every hour she was on this Island.
Naila just ignored her and reached around to fasten the bra’s clasp. Stepping back, she exclaimed that she looked incredible, then beckoned Rachael back towards the Fitting rooms. She opened a bag sitting on the floor and pulled out a tartan skirt and a white blouse.
“Here, put these on.”
But as Rachael moved to stand behind the curtain, Naila told her to change where she was, “We are all girls. I’ve seen more naked women in these cubicles than you have had dinners. Besides, I don’t want you looking in a mirror yet.”
Once dressed in the short skirt and blouse, Rachel looked around for a mirror, but Naila took her elbow, picked up the bag and Rachel’s old clothes, and walked her to the makeup section.
Sitting her down at a demonstration table, she spent the next fifteen minutes working on Rachel’s face and eyes. The gentle touches, hands resting on Rachel’s shoulders, the inside of her thighs touching Rachel’s legs as she straddled them, had her mind in turmoil.
She had never been attracted to a woman before. In fact, when she had thought about it over the years, she was sure she had been mildly disgusted. But there was no denying that this beautiful dusky woman was turning her on. She could smell her own musky scent and realised she was getting wet between her legs.
“Can I sit on a towel, please? I don’t want to make a mess of the skirt. These panties have no protection.”
Naila gave a delightful chuckle, “You beautiful girl, you are so sexy. You have never dressed up sexy before, have you?”
She told Rachael she had finished anyway and helped her to stand, then guided her over to a large wall mirror.
Rachael gasped; she was looking at a beautiful sixteen-year-old schoolgirl. It wasn’t until she moved her head and grinned that she knew she was really looking at herself.
“Fuck, I can’t walk out like this. It’s not me!” Rachael objected.
“You look amazing. I’m going to have to keep my eyes on Andy, he’s going to faint when he sees you.”
Naila was close to being correct. When Rachael got back into the Mercedes, Andy’s jaw dropped, and he exclaimed out loud, “Fuck me! If there are any men in the restaurant, you had better follow her if she leaves our table. We’ll be fighting to keep them off.”
After the twenty-minute drive to the restaurant, Rachael’s heart had somewhat calmed down. The place was actually a normal house, with the walls between a couple of the bedrooms, lounge and dining room knocked out to allow them eight tables of four. Andy had asked for some privacy, and they were directed to a table in a corner that was away from the other three couples in the room.
A hot tantalising thrill passed through Rachael as she moved between the tables. The Jamaican couples gaped at her openly as she passed, with looks ranging from surprise on the women’s faces to longing looks on the men’s. She was very aware that beneath her short skirt, she may as well have had nothing on for the little protection the lacy knickers gave her.
All the attention gave her a faint tingle of desire in her quivering groin. Not helped at all as the handsome Jamaican waiter helped her to be seated. She grabbed for her water glass as she sat and nearly tipped it over. But was slowly brought back to reality as the cooling water reached her stomach. She became aware that Andy was ordering and, when the waiter left, asked if she was ready for their proposal.
Pulling herself together, she looked at them and saw they were nervous. Andy started, “We have gotten ourselves in a bit of bother with a local gangster. He runs a club not far from here and wants us to spend some time with him this evening.”
Andy stopped and waited a minute to see what Rachael’s reaction was going to be. But the word gangster had not really raised any alarm, as Rachael had never met nor had much knowledge of a gangster. In fact, the ones she had heard of, Bonnie and Clyde, Al Capone, etc., all seemed quite romantic to her.
And so Andy carried on, explaining that they had had a business dealing with one of this gangster’s family, not knowing she was related.
“I don’t want to tell you too much about her, but as you can imagine, it was to do with our escort service, and she’s only just turned eighteen.”
“Was it his daughter?” Asked Rachael.
“No! His niece, but I don’t want you to know anymore. He’s got interests all over Jamaica, none of them legitimate, so he must have policemen, lawyers and even judges on his payroll.”
When Rachael raised her eyebrows at this revelation, Aden told her it was quite common and that they themselves had to pay money to the local police to keep their escort service under the radar.
“You have to understand this man is quite dangerous. He is known by his initials, E.R. Many people think he has had people done away with over the years.”
“And you want me to go with you to meet him?” exclaimed Rachael.
“We have no choice, but I would like you to accompany Naila. I am 100% certain you will be safe. He has many interests that depend on tourism, and if any tourist were ever to get harmed, it would have major implications for himself as well as everyone else.”
Rachael looked to Naila, raising her eyebrows, silently asking, why are you going?
“You have to understand where Andy and I come from. We are both from very poor families and met at university. Andy got there because of his brains, he gained a scholarship. I also had the brains but only got accepted by sleeping with members of the selection panel. My good looks have always been as much of a disadvantage as any advantages they have given me. I learned early on that sex was just another tool to be used.”
Andy interrupted, “The society you were brought up in is very different from ours. Naila and I both worked the beach in the first year we set up the business. Naila stopped after one year to set up the boutique and get us on a path to legitimacy. We are nearly at the point where we can sell up and get out of it. So what Eldon is demanding is no different to what has happened many times before. The reason we are asking you, though, is that as well as getting Naila for at least two hours, he wants a white woman from the beach included. He gave us two weeks to fulfil this last demand, and he stipulated that we should not turn up with some old witch.”
He hesitated, sorting through his arguments, “Our only option was Barbara, and she is a bit old, and we think he may reject her. So you are our only other option.”
“Okay, I’ll come with you guys as long as you promise I won’t get hurt.”
Both Naila and Andy stopped, they looked a bit confused, and Andy asked, “Why? Hell, as I was trying to convince you just now, I was listening to my own arguments and realising I would never go if I didn’t have to. So I expected I would have to spend quite a bit more time convincing you. Maybe even offer you some money. Again I ask, Why?”
“I’ve not done anything very exciting in my life. The last two days have been amazing. When I leave here and return home to family and friends, my life will go back to much the same as it was before. So I want to take all my opportunities in the last couple of days here. And I’m glad you didn’t offer me money. That would have made me feel like a prostitute.”
Naila leaned over, hugged Rachael, and kissed her full on the lips, “We will be all right. I will make sure nothing happens to you. Eldon is not a very nice person, but I am related distantly to him, so I’m certain he will not harm us. He just has to save face and humiliate Andy, as people think he has been humiliated.”
Rachael had noticed that one of the couples was smoking a joint. She could smell the pungent sweet skunky scent in the air and asked Andy if they could ask the couple for a few puffs. He smiled and pulled out a joint, “I didn’t think you smoked the stuff?”
“I’ve not really touched the stuff before, but I need something to calm my beating heart.”
Andy pulled out a joint and lit it up just as the desert arrived. He had ordered them Crepes Suzette, which she had not expected to find served in Jamaica. It was delicious, probably helped by the pot.
At 9:30, dinner was over, and the three of them left the restaurant for the club. All sat quietly as Andy drove. Rachael was deep in thought about what she had agreed to. She now found herself getting anxious, even with the drink and puffs of the joint.
The guy on the door had obviously been warned to expect them, as when Andy pulled up outside, the doorman pointed to a park for special guests around the side of the building. There was a line of people waiting to be admitted, but as they approached, the doorman waved them forward and motioned Naila and Rachael to enter. He held his arm up to Andy, “I have been told that you are to return at 1:00 am and wait for the ladies outside until they leave.”
Then he motioned a huge bouncer forward and told him to escort the ladies to E R. Naila whispered in Rachael’s ear that E R was what everyone called Eldon. It’s his initials. The bouncer introduced himself as Elias, then led them to the left and through an office that had desks for six people, but that night all were empty. At the far end of the room was a solid door. He pressed a button on a monitor by the door, motioned them to wait, and then sat down in a seat beside the door.
After a minute or so, the door clicked open, and a voice from within called out for them to enter. Naila led the way into a huge office where a dangerous-looking man was seated behind an executive desk. He was facing a large window that offered a view of the interior of his club. He was not a large man, probably in his late forties or early fifties. He was wearing a dark suit and tie and was well-groomed.
Eldon welcomed them into his office, waving them to two chairs in front of his desk. Rachael noted that his English was not the best. She guessed it was learned on the streets and not in school. He ran his eyes over Rachael, “Very nice, but is she old enough? She doesn’t look over sixteen?”
Rachael’s heckles went up, and she snapped, “I’m twenty-one, nearly twenty-two.”
“Sorry! Your schoolgirl uniform makes you look much younger. I have to be careful I don’t have anyone younger than eighteen working in the club.”
He got up, turned and picked up a beautifully crafted bottle of alcohol from a decorated Credenza behind him and poured a good measure into three glasses. He motioned for the girls to take one as he returned to his chair behind his desk. He sipped on his glass and waved for them to taste theirs.
Rachael didn’t move. She really did not need any more alcohol and wondered if it might be drugged. But Naila got up, took the two glasses and handed her one, “It is a very expensive liquor rum. Have a taste!”
Eldon held his glass up and offered a toast, “To beautiful women!”
Then, looking at Naila, “Let’s not waste time. You’re here to pay for your husband’s stupidity. It will not involve pain or hurt to either of you, just humiliation, as he has done to me.”
The last statement was directed at Rachael, and she cringed inside at what may be coming. Naila said nothing, just sat still and waited.
Eldon looked directly at Naila, “I want you to make love to this beautiful white lady. I want it to be genuine, for you both to have climaxes and not fake ones. I’ll know if you are faking them.”
“What here!” Squeaked Naila. The first emotion she had shown.
“No, through that door there,” he said, pointing to a door to their right. I have a bedroom and bathroom there, where I sleep four or five nights a week.
He rang a bell, and a pretty young Jamaican girl dressed in a maid’s uniform stepped through the door. Eldon introduced her as Abigay, his maid, and said she would look after them. Abigay waved for them to follow her, and as they rose, Rachael noted that the office door had also opened at the sound of the bell. Elias was entering, and he followed them into the bedroom.
The room they entered was about two-thirds the size of the office and had mirrors on every wall and a large one on the ceiling. There was an open door to their left, showing a small bathroom. Abigay told them to use the bathroom, but they were to undress in the bedroom and place their clothes on the couch alongside the door.
Rachael went to decline, but Naila grabbed her arm and led her into the bathroom. Shutting the door, she turned to Rachael, “I would bet anything he is recording this, I could not see a camera, but it or they are probably behind the mirrors. You need to put on a good show if you want this to be over quickly. Now pee and wash. I want you clean if I have to eat you.”
Rachael suddenly realised the full impact of what she had let herself in for. She had never thought about going with another woman and did not think she could go through with this. She was super embarrassed, pulling her panties down and sitting on the toilet. She complained, “I don’t think I can do this. Can I back out?”
Naila shook her head, “It’s way too late for that. Put everything out of your mind and let me do all the initial moves, then when you get excited, just follow what I have done.”
Then she added, “I saw your reaction when I dressed you earlier. You may have never been with a woman before, but trust me, you are going to love it.”
Cleaned and relieved, they stepped back into the bedroom. Eldon was sitting on the couch; Elias and Abigay were standing by the mirror on the opposite wall. Naila steered Rachael to the side of the bed and kissed her. It was a fervid passionate kiss, and Rachael found herself responding, and she parted her lips to let Naila’s tongue search out hers.
She did not think she had ever kissed a woman on the lips before, certainly not with any passion. But just as she had when Naila brushed against her breasts in the boutique earlier that evening, her body was filled with sizzling electric jolts that darted down into her loins. She felt Naila’s hand move to her breasts, then start undoing the buttons on her blouse.
Racheal reached up and tentatively touched Naila’s breasts, they were firm, and as she was not wearing a bra, her fingers inadvertently touched Naila’s nipples. They were hard, as were her own, and eager to please her, she kneaded the nipple she was touching between her fingers.
She was a lot shorter than Naila, and so her eyes were level with Naila’s chin, meaning she only had to dip her head slightly to kiss the elegant woman’s breasts. But as she moved her head down, she caught a glimpse of Eldon moving his hand to his crotch, and she panicked at the thought of others watching. She pulled away from Naila’s embrace and looked at Eldon.
“I’m not gay, I cannot go through with this. Sorry! I’m too embarrassed with you all watching.”
Eldon lifted a remote that she hadn’t realised he had been holding, pressed his thumb on a button and spoke, “It’s far too late now. You go ahead and give me what I want, or I will fasten you to the bed and have you do it anyway. Show her the chains, Abigay.”
The small black maid stepped away from the wall and held up a black leather cuff that was attached by a chain to the headboard. Rachael looked and saw there were similar restraints on all four corners of the bed.
Naila took Rachael in her arms again, “Ignore them, and follow my lead. I’ll make you forget the others are here in a minute.”
She kissed Rachael, whose shoulders slumped in resignation and allowed herself to be swept into Naila’s embrace. Once she had stopped fighting and Naila’s lips moulded to her mouth, she let herself enjoy the sensations of the probing tongue exploring her mouth. And when Naila’s body pressed against her and the hands searched out her breasts again, she found she could hardly breathe.
Naila pulled away, “Take my top off. I need you to touch my breasts.”
Rachael forced her eyes straight ahead, trying hard to put the others in the room out of her mind. She lifted her hands and undid the buttons. Each she released exposed a little more of Naila’s golden globes. They were not as big as her own but were perfectly formed and stood out proudly. When she undid the last button, she pushed the top of her shoulders and lowered her face to Naila’s dark erect areola.
Naila let out a gasp of pleasure, and with one hand in Rachael’s hair, holding her head against her, she slid the other down under Rachael and started popping the buttons on her blouse. All undone, she pulled the blouse over Rachael’s shoulders, then lifted the exposed black lacy bra up above Rachael’s large full boobs and felt for her nipples.
Still complaining that she was not gay, Rachael felt her crotch getting hot and sticky from her arousal. Naila lifted Rachael’s head and gazed at her breasts, ”Your tits are so perfect, so round and firm. They don’t droop or sag at all. I wish my breasts were as large as yours.”
“And I wish mine were smaller, like yours. Can I kiss them?” Rachael responded.
“Sure, take your skirt off and lie with me on the bed.”
They both stepped apart and undid their skirts, let them drop to the floor and climbed onto the bed. Rachel moved on top and went straight to Naila’s breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth. She sucked and rolled the nipple around her tongue and groaned aloud as Naila’s hand moved under and cupped her own hanging globes. The hands then crawled around to her back and undid her bra. She lifted up to allow Naila to remove it and felt her throw it over towards Eldon.
Rachael dipped her head back to Naila’s perky breasts and licked her swelling nipples one by one. She sucked the hard buds between her lips and teased them with her tongue. She licked from one to the other, then back again; all the while, Naila was murmuring in her ear, “I’m going to lick you soon. Stick my tongue into you and make you come so hard.”
Naila pulled Rachael up, so she could kiss her again, “I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” and she moulded her soft lips to Rachael’s.
They manoeuvred their body’s onto each other, trying to get as much physical contact as they could. Rachael moaned into her mouth as their physical contact created new tingling sensations throughout her body. Naila took advantage of her open mouth and slid her tongue deep. Their tongues met and caressed each other, dancing back and forth in each other’s mouths.
While kissing her hungrily, Naila rolled Rachael over so she was now on top and could be the aggressor. She licked and kissed her face and neck while her hands moved down to caress her body. Then she sat up and took Rachael’s breasts in her hands and fondled them. First, she cupped them and lifted them up as if attempting to weigh them. Then, she kneaded them as if they were bread dough. Rachael moaned as Naila located her stiff, sensitive nipples and rubbed her thumbs across them, making her body jerk up from the bed.
Her hands moved down to Rachael’s hips, It was like she was blind and feeling out the exquisite curves of her figure. Her skin was hypersensitive now from her building sexual tension. Every touch of Naila’s fingers sent tingles cascading throughout her body and increased her feelings of sexual need. Eventually, Rachael felt the hands move onto her new crotchless panties, searching for the opening.
Rachael felt defenceless in the hands of this beautiful black seductress. But she realised she was actually enjoying being helpless and powerless to defend herself. She was raised Catholic, and her mother had instilled in her a very powerful belief that sex was to be avoided until one was married and that gay sex was the most sinful of all. So Naila taking over control meant she didn’t have to feel any guilt, as she could pretend to herself that she was a victim.
The fact that Rachael was no longer in control strangely gave her licence just to lie back and enjoy these new, unfamiliar feelings. Gasping at the pleasure of Naila’s fingers moving deep into her folds, she lay back and allowed her to do whatever she wanted.
While Naila’s probing fingers worked into her, her other hand ran all over her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin, feeling her thighs, her calves and her glutes. She spent a great deal of time massaging Rachael’s glutes. She palmed each one, felt it, squeezed it, traced her fingers across the swell where the underside met with the tops of her legs, and forced her fingers into the tight furrow and lightly touched her anus with a finger.
Rachael felt the beginnings of an orgasm throbbing in her loins, and her nipples were so hard that they ached. Naila’s questing hands soon pushed through the open crotch of her panties and found her swollen pubic lips. She began gently stroking them and commented on how wet Rachael was and that she loved her almost bare, shaven pussy.
Naila pulled the front of her panties down, exposing herself to Rachael.
“Your pussy looks so much cleaner than mine. Do you think I should shave? Or wax? I like the way yours looks, but I think I’d feel really exposed without the covering of pubic hair. I’m not really sure if I should shave it bare.”
Rachael gazed between Naila’s legs. She yearned to reach out and touch her. Lost in that thought, she heard Naila say, ”Your pubic lips are pink. Mine are black, only pink on the insides. I assumed that pubic lips would pretty much be the same for all women.”
Rachael was so overwhelmed with the sexual stimulation she was receiving she could do no more than gasp in response to Naila’s question. But her mind was racing at the thought she might soon be playing with the hairy black pussy.
“But your clit is smaller than mine,” Naila observed.
Again, her ability to deliver a clear answer was impeded by her gasping, ragged breathing. Naila’s inquisitive fingers were overwhelming Rachael’s nerve endings and leaving her entire body humming with sexual desire. She let out another gasp as Naila gently peeled back the hood of her swollen clitoris. Then squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger, she slid two fingers from her other hand deep between Rachael’s swollen labia.
Gasping loudly and moaning like a gale-force wind, Rachael reflexively spread her thighs. This simple act of opening herself up overwhelmed her senses, and she knew could not hold her climax at bay any longer. Naila made a “come hither” gesture with her two fingers on a deliciously responsive spot inside Rachael’s pussy. Her thighs trembled, her hips squirmed, and she gasped out that she was coming.
Rachael felt the orgasm crash upon her. She tried to bury her face in the bed cover, aware again that there were others in the room. Her body jerked and twitched, and she tried desperately to control the involuntary spasms. Her efforts to control the orgasm had only helped to prolong its effect. At last, the sensations subsided, and she slowly lifted her head to face Naila again.
“Shall I try now? I want to make you cum.”
“No! I’m not finished with you yet. We have plenty of time,” Saying that, Naila wriggled down between Rachael’s legs and kissed and licked the inside of her thighs. She moved up, kissing around her still twitching fanny, making sure she did not touch it, and on into her tummy button. Then retraced her steps down to Rachael’s knees, where lifting them, she licked behind each one.
She kept this up until Rachael pleaded for her to finger her needy sex again. Only then did she thrust two fingers inside of her. Two thrusting fingers twisted around and searched out that magical responsive spot just inside Rachael’s vagina. As Rachael lifted her hips high off the bed, Naila planted her mouth on her clit.
Rachael could feel Naila’s tongue as it searched out every crevice in the folds of her cunt. The feeling was so intense her body nearly leapt from the bed when Naila sucked on her slippery clit. She moaned and marvelled at the potency of the orgasms now running through her loins. Naila really knew what she was doing. Rachael knew with certainty that this was not the first time this black beauty had brought another woman to orgasm like this. She found all the right nerve endings and knew exactly how to rub and stroke each and every one of them.
Her mind locked in the sensations of her never-ending orgasm, Rachael became aware that something was different. Naila was up on her knees, and her mouth was rhythmically banging on her mound. She opened her eyes, looked up into the overhead mirror and saw that Elias had lifted her up and was taking Naila from behind.
He was holding her hips and vigorously driving his large cock deep between her legs. Elias saw Rachael open her eyes, and seeing where she was looking, he withdrew from Naila and proudly swung his cock around. He mouthed to Rachael, do you want some of this White Girl? Then he slammed himself back home, hard and deep.
Rachael realised that he expected her to be impressed with his size, maybe even be scared of it. But he was not a patch on Horse, maybe not even as large as Arley. Still, it was an impressive tool, and he probably had the right to be proud of it.
But Rachael had another thought, I want to make love to this beautiful woman, and I don’t want her filled with his mess. So she broke herself free from Naila, sat up, and then rolled off the bed. Two steps, and she elbowed Elias out of the way. He was not impressed and raised a hand to react. But Eldon seeing Rachael push Naila over onto her back, realised what she was up to and said one word. No! And with a scowl on his face, Elias hitched up his pants and moved away.
Rachael bent over Naila and took in the swollen pubic lips and her pitch-black pubic hair. Dipping her head, she dragged her tongue across Naila’s inflamed labia and tasted the flavour of her juices. She was wearing a tiny pair of white laced panties, but they were still pulled to one side and covered with her own thick juices that had been dragged there by Elias’s withdrawing prick.
She attempted to mimic the actions that Naila had used to make her feel so good. And raised a hand to search out Naila’s nipples but was startled to find that hands were already kneading them. Looking up, she saw that the young maid, Abigay, was now kneeling on the bed, lips pulling at one nipple, fingers working on the other.
Despite her initial reluctance for the two of them to make love, Rachael now found herself savouring the black woman’s tastes and musky scent. She planted little kisses all around Naila’s thighs and vulva, descending again on her spread lips. The flat of her tongue pushed up through the mesh of dark pubes to gently part the labia and plough the soft furrow to the hood of Naila’s clit.
She was so engrossed with the pleasure she was giving she did not notice Elias until he shoved himself deep into her still-spasming cunt. She cried out, not in pain, but from the fact she was so sensitive. He didn’t care what her cry meant. He rammed himself into her again and again. He was rough, but she found, after her initial sensitivity, that rough was just what she wanted.
Pushing his actions to one side of her mind, she concentrated again on getting Naila off. She slipped a finger between Naila’s quivering folds and gently played it in and out as she concentrated on licking her clit. Now she could feel Naila writhing slowly in time to her licks, and she knew she would soon work her to a climax. She heard Naila’s breath become deeper and faster as her orgasm approached, and she made little moans of encouragement to urge her along. Naila’s hips were bucking now, and timing her licks and probing in time with Elias’s thrusting strokes, she added another finger and thrust into Naila even harder.
Naila’s orgasm arrived. She came so hard, her jerking hips bumped Rachael aside, and howling at the loss of contact, she threw her hand down between her legs and pushed two fingers deep into her folds.
Ellis didn’t last more than a dozen strokes before his groan of ecstasy also joined the cacophony of sounds. It seemed that they were all climaxing, even Abigay. Rachael rolled onto her side and sat up, fighting a dozen different emotions that were spinning around in her head. She did not know if she should be embarrassed or angry, she felt confused, but she did take in the fact she had orgasmed again. That fact alone was overriding all her other emotions. In her peripheral vision, she took in the fact that Naila’s free hand was between Abigay’s legs, which explained the young maid’s sharp cries of pleasure.
Amazingly, Elden stood and ordered them to get dressed and follow him as he stepped out of the room. Both Rachael and Naila looked surprised, and Rachael realised they had both expected him to join them on the bed. Still, she figured the night was not over yet, and so that may be something they still had to endure.
Grabbing their clothes from Abigay, they made for the bathroom, and once the door was closed, they actually laughed out loud, seeing each other still wearing their panties. Once they had made themselves somewhat presentable again, they moved through to the office to find Eldon sitting behind his desk.
He stood and motioned for them to follow, “Your husband’s dept is paid, Naila. I want to introduce you to the man that brought my niece’s plight to my attention. And there is another with him that has a proposition for you to take back to your husband.”
They walked back through the office, where Rachael took note of the time. 11:55 pm. She couldn’t have believed it, they had already been here almost two hours. It hardly seemed like one. They passed through the front foyer, where steps led down to the dance floor. They passed these, then walked up some steps onto a mezzanine where there were groups of people sitting around tables. They passed a well-lit bar, the lighting around the rest of the mezzanine being subdued. Rachael took in the large mirror on the opposite wall, which had to be the window in Eldon’s office. Then walked to the far end, where a guard was sitting guarding a door. He leapt to his feet, caught out by their arrival. His attention had been on the dance floor below.
The guard went to open the door, but Elden held his hand up and turned to them. This is the VIP room, it costs a substantial sum of money to belong. There are never more than thirty members, and seldom more than twenty turn up in a night. But tonight, there are only five men in the room. One, as I have said, is the bastard who brought my niece’s behaviour to my attention. The other four are the people he confided in. He turned and pushed the door open, waving them to follow him inside.
They stepped into an area where people could hang their jackets, etc. Straight ahead was obviously a bathroom. As the door snapped closed behind them, Elden pushed the door to the left open, and they stepped into a large gloomy bar. The main light source was a huge window opposite them, where Elias had Abigay bent over the end of the bed and was plunging his impressive shaft into the tiny maid.
There were five men in the room, their heads swung around at the sound of them all entering, and all broke into lecherous grins. Racheal realised immediately that these men had just watched her and Naila’s activities only minutes before. She threw her hands up to her face, her embarrassment almost making her faint, but Naila held her up and helped her follow Elden to the bar.
The large barman poured them each a glass of the same liquor rum that Eldon had served them earlier. Then telling Rachael to stay where she was, Eldon led Naila to a table where an astute-looking Jamaican businessman sat on his own. He spoke a few words to them, then returned for Rachael, and led her to another table where two men sat. One was a real nasty piece of work, and eyed her up as if she were a sweet piece of meat. The other guy also ran his eyes over her but then diverted his gaze back to watch Elias and Abigay.
“This gentleman is the bastard that spread some rumours about my niece. He thinks he is untouchable, but he has just seen that anyone can be made to do my will. Is that not right, Jevaun?”
Jevaun did not look that worried but gave a slightly subservient nod of his head and then turned to his friend Stevie and winked at him. Rachael noted that with his head turned towards Stevie, Eldon would not have seen the wink.
“There will be no more talk and some respect shown, or I will take further steps. Now let’s drink to good business for us all,” and lifting his drink, Eldon bumped his glass against those of the two men.
Jevaun placed his hand on Rachael’s knee. She flinched, but before she had time to move her hand to ward him off, Eldon had flicked the man’s hand away, “She is not for you, Jevaun. You have had your money’s worth tonight. Finish your glass and leave us!”
Rachael noted the brief flash of anger that flickered in Jevaun’s eyes, but he did withdraw his hand and picked up his drink again. She returned her attention to the others in the room. Noting that Abigay and Elias had finished, Abigay lying exhausted on the bed from what must have been a genuine orgasm. While standing, Elias was lowering a blind that closed off the view of the bedroom. She marvelled at Elias’s stamina, he had cum twice within half an hour.
Then she looked over to see Naila in deep conversation with the businessman. Checking out the other two men in the room, she noted that neither looked like gangsters, although she had little doubt that’s what they were.
She was distracted by Jevaun standing and beckoning Stevie to follow. He didn’t even acknowledge Eldon as they departed the room.
Once they were gone, Eldon asked, “When do you leave Jamaica?”
“Early Sunday morning!”
“So you have one more day. You need to be very quiet about what and who you have seen in this room tonight. It will be best if you were never here. Do you understand?”
Rachael wiped her fingers across her mouth as if zipping it tight. Then asked what he was going to do about Jevaun, as she could see the guy was not going to obey what he had just been told.
Eldon laughed, “None of my acquaintances would have dared ask me that question. Come follow me.”
He led Rachael to a door that was next to the bedroom window, it opened on Elias and Abigay tidying up. She wondered at the fact she had not seen the door when they were in the room earlier. But it became apparent as soon as Eldon closed the door behind them. There was no sign of the door, you had to look extremely close to see the faint line of the opening.
Eldon turned and spoke to Abigay, “She needs to bear my mark. Go get the pen.” Then he turned to Elias, “No one is to leave the VIP room until I return. Go!”
She watched as Elias pulled down on a light fitting next to the mirror. There was a snip, followed by the door swinging open again. He quietly removed his large frame from the room.
Eldon sat Rachael down on the edge of the bed with him, “To answer your question, Jevaun has been a problem for some time. He took over Stevie’s small enterprise two years ago and thinks he and Stevie are best mates. But Stevie, with my blessing, is going to make a move tonight and take both his and Jevaun’s business’s over. That it will not end well is a given, and although I don’t think many people will learn of his demise for several days, one can never predict these things. So I am going to give you my mark so that if there are any questions tomorrow, people will know they cannot touch you.”
At that moment, Abigay entered the room and ushered Rachael to lift her right leg up onto the bed. Then dropping down to her knees, she slid a transfer just above Rachael’s ankle. Eldon leaned forward and gripped her leg, “This will hurt a little, but look at it as a souvenir of your time here, and although extremely unlikely that you need it, some protection as well.”
Rachael looked at her ankle, and when Abigay pealed the transfer back, saw that it was a small Queen of Spade’s symbol with Eldon’s initials underneath. She thought about complaining, never having wanted to get a tattoo. But figured she would be wasting her breath and that it would be a nice souvenir of her time in Jamaica. Then she flinched as Abigay began running the tattoo pen quickly around the outline of the graphic.
When Abigay finished, Eldon let go of Rachael’s leg, “The tattoo looks dark and permanent right now, but in a couple of days, the transfer will begin to fade. It should not be too hard to remove or change into something else if you don’t like it when you get home.”
Then he stood, snipped the side door open and helped Rachael step back into the VIP lounge.
Naila got up when she saw them return. Her business with the well-dressed man was obviously finished. She took Rachael’s hand and steered her to sit at the bar. Eldon went and sat with the man Naila had been speaking to. After a minute, he called out to Rachael to show them her new tattoo, and she noted that all the three men in the lounge took note of it, then nodded to Eldon and returned to their conversations.
The barman come over and asked them if they wanted a drink. They both asked for a coke with ice. Sipping this, they watched the two men exit the bar by the door they had used but noted that the businessman exited through the hidden bedroom door, accompanied by Elias.
They sat wondering if they were meant to leave also, but the barman indicated for them to sit and finish their drinks. Rachael tried to ask Naila what her discussions were about. Naila, however, just gave her a warded look and whispered, “Not here!”
The barman eventually came over to them and said they could go. Neither was sorry to get out of the club. They were early, it only being 12:45 pm. But on stepping out to the street, saw that Andy was parked over in the VIP park still. They waved to catch his attention, and he drove over to collect them.
“Was it bad?” Asked Andy the second he had the car back in motion.
Naila answered him, “No! Much easier on me than I expected, Rachael had it much tougher, as she had to handle Elias, and Eldon put his mark on her leg.”
As she said this, she reached between the seats and squeezed Rachael’s hand, mouthing to her that she would not tell Andy about them.
“Are you okay?” Andy asked Rachael.
“Yes! I’m okay. It was quite an experience, and I have lots of questions.”
Naila interrupted, “Let’s go back to our place. I have something to run past you, and there is no reason Rachael should not hear it.”
“No, it’s late, and Arley is picking Rachael up in the morning at 9:00 am, So tell me on the way back to the resort,” Said Andy.
As Andy drove, Naila outlined what had gone down in the bar. The man she had spoken with was a guy from the police that they both knew. He was the one that collected their monthly payments, and he wanted to buy them out and run the Beach Boy business for himself. The price was fair, in fact, more than they had discussed when they talked about handing it over to Arley. They had some work to do, as he wanted Arley to stay on and run the show. So they needed to find out Arley’s views on that.
“Is that why the guy snuck out via the bedroom?” Rachael asked.
“Yes, there is no way he would want to be seen leaving Eldon’s club. I’m guessing that he was ushered out a side door to a plain car.”
“Another question! Why did Eldon not take advantage of us? I was certain that was what was going to happen when we first walked in.”
Naila let out a hearty laugh, “I wondered that as well. I think he must have a small cock and dared not get it out in front of all those men. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me.”
They pulled up outside the resort, Andy held a hand up to stop Rachael from climbing out.
“We are both grateful for your help tonight. I’m going to talk with the night manager now and sort out your account with the resort.”
Rachael tried to object, but Andy just shook his head, “We bring the resort an enormous amount of business from some very wealthy customers. It will cost us a pittance. We will forever be in your debt, and so we insist.”
As Rachael got out of the car, Naila asked if she could get her school uniform back the next day, but that she wanted her to keep the lingerie. Andy escorted her into the foyer, explaining that Arley was collecting her at 9:00 am. to show her some tourist sights for the day.
She left him, asking for the night manager, walked to her room and leapt into the shower. Halfway through her shower, she hopped out and collected up her crotchless panties and bra so she could wash them. She had the wicked thought that she would wear them for Arley on the morrow.
