The Hotel Ch. 08

As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 8 - DAY FIVE: FURTHER SEDUCTIONS

Gary and Tommy...

The two friends waited until their girlfriends left the breakfast area to prepare for their day ahead. Yesterday had been a frustrating day. The two girls had dragged them on a sightseeing tour and so neither man had the opportunity to make any further progress, or even discuss between themselves what had happened so far.

As they watched the two women head to their rooms, their eyes searched each other's face in an attempt to discern some clue as to any developments. They called for another coffee before starting their conversation.

"Did you see her at their table," Tommy asked, nodding over to where Charles and Peggy were sitting.

"Who, the brunette?" Gary asked.

"No, you beefcake. That's Peggy. They're husband and wife," he said. He nodded again over to the couple. "And that was their son who was briefly with them."

"So..." responded Gary.

Tommy sighed. "What I'm asking is, before that, did you see the young black girl who called over to speak to them. Veronica, I think."

"No, I missed that. Why?"

Tommy whistled. "Man, she looks better every time I see her. Her breasts were almost bursting out of her bikini."

Gary laughed. "You're just horny because you got nowhere with Gina."

Tommy smiled. "What makes you think that?"

"I was looking for clues when we were all together yesterday. There weren't any..."

Tommy laughed, playfully punching his best friend on the arm. "Okay. And how did you manage with Toni?"

"I did okay," Gary replied.

"What's okay?"

"She let me sketch her," he answered confidently.

"When?"

"Whilst we went off for a drink the day before yesterday," Gary responded.

Tommy laughed. "Big deal. So you drew a picture of her..."

Gary nodded, deciding against talking about his naked, self portrait. Nor was he willing to refer to their flirtatious conversation. Not yet.

"Better than what you achieved," he responded.

"That's what you think," Tommy chuckled.

Gary raised an eyebrow.

"Whilst you were doing your piece of drawing, I was rubbing sun tan oil onto Gina."

"Yeah, right," Gary said.

Tommy laughed "Yeah, right. And not just rubbing it on. It was a slow, sensual massage."

"I don't believe you," Gary said. "Gina would not have allowed that."

Not only did she allow it, thought Tommy. She actually came! Better not tell Gary that, he thought. It was a bit too early for that sort of confession.

"Have I ever lied to you?" asked Tommy.

Gary looked his best friend in the eye. That was true. He had never known Tommy to tell him a lie. Perhaps he had better step up the pace with Toni?

*

Lisa and Veronica...

Lisa had no idea why Loncraine wanted to see her. Veronica quietly spoke to her whilst Leo was enjoying a drink with Barry and Simon at the poolside bar and asked if she could spare him twenty minutes. Veronica had put on her most coy face and when Lisa asked her whether anything was wrong, she actually blushed a little.

"There may be," Veronica replied.

"But what?" asked the stunning brunette.

"I... I can't say," Veronica half whimpered, grinning inwardly.

"Veronica..." began Lisa.

"It's about last night," Veronica whispered.

"Last night?" she responded. "But I had a great night. Loncraine talked to me for ages about cars, until you and Leo had finished dancing."

"It's about me and Leo," she whimpered.

"What about you and Leo?" Lisa asked, her brow furrowing.

"I'm eighteen next month," the beautiful young girl stated.

That was a lie as her birthday had occurred two months ago. Not that her age had ever made any difference to her sexual proclivities. She had been sexually active for a couple of years now. But this was an important detail that Lisa needed to believe. Inside, she was smiling. She had played these sexual games with her father and elder sister ever since he had purchased the hotel, and very successfully too. But outwardly, she wore a demure look of concern.

"So...?" Lisa asked, but when Veronica remained quiet, she added, "I'll just tell Leo."

"No..." the eighteen-year old interceded. "I think it would be better for you to just slip away and hear what my father has to say."

"But that's nonsense," Lisa complained. "I must mention this to Leo..."

This time Veronica put her slim hand on Lisa's perfect, tanned arm. Leo's wife was wearing a cream bikini and it complemented her honey tanned skin to perfection. Veronica looked at the magnificent, golden breasts and the coral nipples that had arisen against the fabric at the news she had just conveyed. Her father would enjoy this one.

"Please believe me," Veronica softly explained. "You should hear my father first."

Standing now, the blonde woman stared at Veronica. The young girl was a beautiful vision in her black bikini and see through sarong around her hour glass waist. But it wasn't Veronica's looks that concerned her, it was what she was saying. When she thought about it, all three men had been unusually quiet today, as if they had something on their minds, and there was something in Veronica's deep brown eyes convinced Lisa that she should do as suggested.

"I'm sure it won't take long," Veronica softly said. "He's in his office."

As the blonde turned towards the hotel building, Veronica watched the smooth interplay of her perfect, shapely, peach-like buttocks, the tiny triangle of her bikini already partly submerged in the cleft of her superb bottom. She smiled.

"Lisa..." she called when the well-rounded woman had walked a few yards.

The blonde hesitated and looked back.

"I'm sorry," Veronica said, shrugging her shoulders and then turning to watch the swimming competition in the pool.

*

Lisa and Loncraine...

"Come in," came the deep voice as Lisa tentatively knocked at the office door.

When she entered, she saw Loncraine standing looking out of the small window. She had been impressed with his physique since she had first seen him, but standing there in just a pair of khaki shorts, the sun bouncing off the rippling black muscles of his chest, he looked every inch an Adonis.

"Ah, my beautiful, young woman," his deep voice purred. "Thank you so much for coming in to see me."

"Veronica said..." she began, but stopped as he nodded his head.

"Yes, a delicate matter," he responded.

"What... what is wrong?" she fretted, her soft brown eyes full of concern. "Loncraine... is there...?"

His hand stopped her question.

"Please have a seat," he said, indicating the couch opposite the desk. "And let me pour us a drink before I begin to explain."

Lisa stared at him, unable to move. "Loncraine..."

His raised eyebrow conveyed the necessity for her to follow his instruction and she sat on the edge of the old, soft leather, couch.

"Loncraine, I don't want a drink," she said, unaware of the sexy effect created as she crossed her long, honey tanned legs. "I just need to understand what is wrong..."

His raised eyebrow stopped her in her tracks again.

"Humour me," he purred.

He wandered over to the door and, his body hiding his actions from her view, turned the key. It locked with a silent click. He returned the bar and picked up two glasses of chilled, white wine. Lisa's glass contained a small quantity of powdered tranquilliser and he knew that within a few, short minutes, the stunning young wife would begin to grow lax and suggestible...

As he turned, he saw that her pretty face had wrinkled into a frown. He handed her the drink and clinked glasses with her. As he took a soft sip, she simply held hers in her hand, her stiff body an indication of her nervousness. He had to get her to relax.

"Loncraine..." she began.

"I asked you to humour me," he said, his deep voice a little more commanding. "Please," he said, his black eyes boring into hers. "Have your drink and then I will explain."

Lisa looked down at her glass and tentatively raised it to her soft, pink lips, draining half of the wine in one go.

"That's good, my beautiful, young woman," he purred, standing up. "Now if you finish your drink and pass me your glass, I will explain."

Lisa's soft brown eyes locked on his as she drained the remaining wine. Its taste was a little too acidic for her. She watched his face break into a comforting smile as he took her glass and placed it, along with his, on the desk. He sat in the low-backed seat beside the small desk, staring at her for a few seconds. The tension in the room was palpable.

"Loncraine..." she began again.

"You and I enjoyed our conversation last night, did we not?" he asked.

"Of course," the puzzled woman answered.

"You impressed me with your knowledge of cars..." he continued.

"Loncraine, is this about our conversation?" she asked.

"No," he sighed. "It seems as if it was not just you and I that had such a pleasurable night...."

He leaned across and picked up the remote control from the middle of the desk, pointing it at the television. It flickered into life, and Lisa realised it was the small, intimate, night club that she and Leo had visited. The screen initially showed that she was at the bar, chatting and laughing with Loncraine, but then panned away to where Veronica was holding Leo's hand, pulling him through a door.

After a momentary blankness, the screen then showed the couple entering a room, and Lisa watched aghast as the scene unfolded. She sat quietly, the look of shock on her features increasing with each passing second, until the screen went blank again.

Loncraine picked up the remote and switched off the television.

"Well?" was all he said.

Lisa's horror stricken eyes stared at him. Her pink lips were slightly parted and her breath was ragged. Loncraine poured another drink from the bar and handed it to her. Another soft dose of the drug could do no harm, he thought. He wanted this woman to feel aroused and from the sight of her hard nipples jutting through the cream top of her bikini, he knew that despite her shock, the eroticism of his daughter's seduction of her husband had clearly had an effect.

"Well?" he repeated.

Lisa stared at him and jumped to her feet. "I must see Leo," she gasped.

Loncraine shook his head. "Not a good idea."

She ignored his comment and stepped towards the locked door. "I must see Leo," she repeated, zombie like.

"Do you know the penalty for under-age sex on this island?" he asked.

Lisa stopped in her tracks.

"Twelve years," his now deep voice explained.

She gasped. "But... it looked to me like Veronica seduced him."

Loncraine's face curled into a sneer, before softening.

"My beautiful, young woman," he purred. "It looked to me that as soon as your back was turned, your husband asked my young daughter for a lap dance. And yes, she was a willing participant when they had sex, when he fucked her, but do you think that will count in the courts?"

Lisa gasped again. She quickly finished her second drink, assuaging the sudden dryness she felt in her mouth.

"Do you know how old Veronica is?" he asked. "Or should I say, how young?"

Lisa nodded and then burst into tears. She was caught in a trap. Her husband had been unfaithful to her, the bastard. But the thought of him going to jail was too much for her young mind to take.

Loncraine stood up and covered the small distance between them. He took her arm and helped her sit before flopping down onto the couch next to her. He watched her eyes fall to the muscles on his chest and knew that the powdered tranquilliser was doing its work.

"This is horrendous for you," he softly said.

The stunning young woman nodded and burst into tears again. As she did, his large hand closed over her slim fingers.

"And for me too," he said.

As he spoke, he raised Lisa's hand to his thick lips and kissed it softly. Then, instead of releasing it, he turned her small hand over and kissed her palm, then the tender skin of her inner wrist. Her soft, pink lips eased open with a slight gasp as she felt his lips on the sensitive underside of her wrist, just aware that his tongue was gently stroking her there.

His actions were sending electrical currents straight to her hot core and realising the effect, she hurriedly pulled her hand away. How could he be doing such a thing, however delicious it felt, at a time like this. And with a married woman. Wasn't it bad enough that her husband had just betrayed her?

"My beautiful, young woman," his deep voice purred. "We have two choices."

Her tearful brown eyes stared into his, hanging on to his words.

"You realise, of course, that I have no option other than to report this to the authorities..." he continued.

"Please!" she gasped, taking hold of his hand now.

"Unless..." he began, allowing the word to hang there.

"Unless?" she asked, desperately grabbing onto the life line.

"We have a tradition," his deep voice intoned, before softening a little. "Of righting a wrong..."

She stared at him. Whatever it took, it was better than Leo going to jail. She could deal with his cheating later, but twelve years imprisonment was too much to even contemplate.

"What would you do to right the wrong?" he asked, keeping up the pressure.

"Anything..." she urgently responded. "We would do anything!"

She knew that they did not have much money, but if that is what it took. Then she saw Loncraine shaking his head and she frowned in confusion.

"No, my beautiful, young woman," he said, his voice purring again. "Not, 'we'."

She stared at him, her soft, brown eyes beginning to comprehend at last.

"You, Lisa. What would you do?"

She looked at him with a wild stare, her brown eyes wide open.

"Yes, Lisa," he calmly stated, his voice returning to its commanding tone.

She shook her head, her brown eyes filling with tears again. "I know what you want, and the answer is no."

"You won't?" he asked.

"No!" Her voice was decisive.

This wasn't quite the reaction he expected. The situation, the eroticism of his daughter fucking her husband, the sight of his muscular naked body and the powdered tranquiliser were all factors in leading him to believe she would be a pushover. But then again, he liked a woman with spirit.

"What won't you do?" he asked, changing his tone to a softer intonation.

"I won't give you what you want!"

"And what do I want?" he softly asked.

She paused, her eyes blazing. "You want to fuck me," she spat out. There, she had said it, she thought. No more games. She would let this man know exactly where he stood.

"Fuck you?" he repeated. "Like your husband fucked my little baby?"

Lisa stared into his eyes again and realising she was still holding his hand between her trembling fingers, she allowed it to drop to his lap as she covered her face and softly began to cry again.

"I can't," she sobbed, and then pulling herself together, added, "And I won't!"

This called for a different tack, Loncraine realised, thinking on his feet.

"Twelve years, Lisa. Twelve long years. But I don't want that any more than you. A compromise perhaps?"

She pulled her hands away and stared at him.

"Only our tradition of righting a wrong will suffice," he said, implanting the directive for another occasion. "But for now..."

He made sure she was looking into his commanding eyes as he stood, deliberately stretching his powerful, muscular body under her gaze. He saw her eyes flicker down his body, across his muscles. Good, the tranquiliser had done its job.

"What?" she tentatively asked.

"My beautiful, young woman," he said, walking across to the desk and leaning back against it. "Let me make one thing clear. Refuse this final request and I will immediately telephone the authorities. Do you understand?"

As he spoke, he allowed his hand to casually drop beside his crotch. Not touching, just providing a guide for her eyes.

Her gaze followed his and she felt a surge of arousal run through her as she took in what seemed to be an incredible bulge. As he watched her eyes feast on him, he felt his penis begin to lengthen steadily and she saw that too. Watching this black Adonis's manhood growing, even under his shorts, was as erotic a moment as she had ever experienced in her young life.

For a moment she thought she understood what he wanted. Her eyes returned to his, and she shook her head.

"I can't, Loncraine," she softly said as if resigned to Leo's fate. She stood up. "I can't do what you want... I just can't."

"Can't what?" he calmly asked.

"Can't... can't touch you."

She jumped up and began to head for the door. His words stopped her.

"But that's not what I want, my beautiful, young woman," he softly explained. "At least, not for now."

Her soft brown eyes stared into his, confused. "Then what?"

"I want you to masturbate," he said, a directing tone again appearing in his voice.

Her alarmed eyes widened again, but he gave her no time to think.

"Twelve years, Lisa. Twelve long years. And you tell me you're not ready to fuck me. Or touch me."

He stared into her eyes and could see the arousal caused both by the drug and the situation.

"Righting a wrong, Lisa. Take the first step and stop me from making that call. Sit back down, Lisa!"

A few moments passed whilst her blurred mind attempted to think through what was happening, but it was all too much to take. Of three things she was sure. She did not want Leo to go to jail, she could not touch this incredibly attractive man however much she was aroused, but that arousal was leading to a desperate need for relief.

"Sit back down, Lisa," he commanded, knowing that her next move would be to obey or rush to the door.

Her eyes sought out and found his and she slowly eased back onto the couch.

"Go ahead," he instructed. "Touch yourself! Touch yourself because you need to, Lisa, and because you don't want Leo to go to jail."

Lisa could feel her heart bursting. For some reason she did so need to touch herself, to assuage the incredible feeling of arousal surging through her body. And although her thoughts were focusing on helping Leo, a part of her needed to help herself too. She leaned back on the couch, her soft hand slowly beginning to edge its way down her soft honey tanned stomach.

"That's right, Lisa" Loncraine softly purred. "Open your legs a little wider."

Lisa did as she was told, spreading her legs for him as she leaned back on the couch. Her fingers edged their way over the material of her cream bikini bottoms and she closed her eyes as she deftly ran them over the slippery silk covering her rounded pubis. She stroked gently until she began to pant softly with arousal, and then her now eager fingers sought out her clitoris. Her gentle fingertips stroked it over the material, causing shivers of pleasure to run through her superb body.

She moaned again, but louder this time, her curvy hips beginning to respond to her slow masturbation. She gasped loudly as the sensations increased, her fingers brushing against the hot, damp crotch of her bottoms and she opened her long, shapely legs even wider as she stroked her pubis through the wet, silk material.

"That's wonderful, Lisa," Loncraine gasped, knowing that he had the woman just where he wanted. "Why don't you take your bottoms off?"

Eyes still closed, she shook her head, and instead slid her working fingertips under the material and began to manipulate her eager clitoris, her practiced fingers never breaking rhythm as she did so. She began to rotate her hips against her hand and fingers, and Loncraine could tell from her heavier breathing that the aphrodisiac had fully kicked in. Her soft, pink mouth was open as she expertly masturbated herself, her breaths now shallow gasps of pleasure.