They Are A-OK Ch. 17

As we sat next to each other silently recovering from our climaxes, I looked up to see that our audience was gone. I still don't know who it was or if I might have imagined the watcher. In another minute Hector thanked me and told me that he had to go get ready for duty. I sat there watching his sexy brown ass as he walked away. Once he disappeared through a hatch I quickly got dressed. I left the ship without seeing anyone and took a walk to kill the rest of the time before I too would be on duty.

When I returned to the dock it was alive with activity. The guests were due in few minutes and the crew was readying the yacht to depart. Paul waved at me from his perch outside the bridge and then went back to supervising his crew. From the model of efficiency I saw it seemed unlikely to me that they really needed much supervision. I turned when Hector came down a path with a large cart load of baggage. He smiled and nodded but did not stop to speak to me. I supposed that duty precluded any personal contact. Bubbles appeared behind the boat indicating that the powerful engines had come to life. Though they could propel the yacht swiftly over the seas they were amazingly quiet. The first of the departing guests came down as I was contemplating the engineering feat.

Frederick Trankhorn, president of a major airline was a slight man who if you saw him on the street you would not likely take much notice. Reggie told me that the man was a tiger in business negotiations who was feared by most of the Fortune 500 CEOs. He wasn't AOK and as far as Reggie knew didn't have any interest at all in sex. For some reason I imagined that Fred might be quite the tiger in bed with his wife or secretary as the case might be.

"Mr. Trankhorn, Adam sends his regrets at not being able to see you off personally. He hopes you will understand that business calls," I said as I shock his hand.

"Of course, John, so good of you to see me off. It was a great pleasure meeting you. I am sure that you will make Adam very proud. But should you find working for him too demanding don't hesitate to contact me. I am always on the lookout for talented young men," He replied holding my hand the whole time.

That comment and his wink suggested that Reggie and I were both wrong about Fred's sexual preferences. It was not really of much interest to me anyway. Though it was nice to have options, as long as Adam wanted me Fred didn't have a chance of luring me away. He was followed in quick succession by seven more men and two women. All of them expressed similar thoughts about my future with Adam. Only one more expressed a thought about a possible future that didn't include Adam. However, that suggestion was not veiled as a business offer.

Felicity Culbertson was a fifty year old widow and former model that could have easily passed for being fifteen years younger. She was fit and sexy with auburn curls that danced over her shoulders leading ones eyes to her always displayed cleavage. Her husband who was almost forty years older than her died leaving her in charge of a large financial empire. Rumors were that Daniel Culbertson had made his initial fortune in the drug trade mostly as an importer of high quality opiates from Asia. He parleyed his illegal profits into legitimate businesses. When he died he was one of the wealthiest men in the world. It turned out that Felicity was even more adapt at business than her late husband. She was also it seemed very direct when she wanted something.

"John, I am so sorry that you disappeared from the party. I was hoping that we might get to know each other better in private last night," She said in a seductive tone after we exchanged pleasantries.

Though her meaning was nearly crystal clear, I choose to push the subject.

"Ms Culbertson had I known there were things you wanted to know about me I certainly would have made time to have had another conversation with you," I said hoping she might be more explicit with her desires.

"It wasn't exactly conversation that I was thinking of, John," She added as she brought her perfectly manicured fingers to my cheek. "Perhaps you will visit me when we are both in the States. I am only a couple hours drive from your school."

I saw Paul making his way down to the gang plank and knew that I had very little time to bring my conversation to a climax.

"As you know I am committed to working for Adam. I would not want to waste your time if your plan is to tempt me to work for you," I said quickly hoping she would lay her cards on the table.

"My interest is more personal than business, John. I was hoping we might get together and fuck each other's brains out," She said as if asking me to take in a movie while smiling sweetly.

Before turning away she handed me her card and told me to call her. She walked off toward the approaching yacht captain leaving me standing there speechless. Paul greeted her and then approached me as she headed up the gang plank.

"Bad news I am afraid, John. We won't have an opportunity to get better acquainted after all. The boss is sending the Yacht elsewhere and you will be taking a chopper off the island," He said sounding genuinely disappointed.

"Maybe there will be another opportunity as I plan to be around a lot in the future."

"Sounds like a plan. By the way you should know something about Felicity. She is hot and according someone I know knows is an amazing fuck. But she is also a fucking rich bitch that can be as vicious as a great white. Be careful with that cougar, man-eaters like that cunt chew up sexy young guys like you for sport," He said and shock my hand.

As he walked away and the gang plank was pulled up I wondered what kind of world I was getting into. I stood waving to the guests on deck as the mooring lines were untied and the yacht headed off to sea. I felt disappointed but I wasn't really sure the reason. Missing out on my date with Paul wasn't that big of a deal. I wasn't all that sure I would have been in any shape for sex with the captain after my night with Adam anyway. The news about Felicity while concerning was also not such a big thing. I somehow doubted that she would cross Adam by coming after his fair-haired boy whether I took her up on the sex offer or not.

For the first time I looked at the card that I was holding in my hand. It had just her first name and a phone number with the word private in parenthesis. A lingering scent caused me to raise the card to my nose. It was the same subtle fragrance that surrounded the woman like the illusion of cleanliness clings to the morning air after an overnight rain. I slipped the card into my pocket postponing the decision of what to do until another day.

I still had hours before I was due to join Adam for dinner. I chose to take a walk along a path that led in a direction I hadn't gone up to that point. It ran from the dock along the seawall for several hundred yards before turning in toward the island. At first I thought it might just be another path leading up to the main house. However, I quickly realized that I was not going toward the house or any part of the island I had seen. The path was fairly wide and here and there I could see wheel marks. I was fairly sure the only vehicles on the island were the electric cars that resembled golf carts that ferried supplies from the docks. Again the thought that I was on some sort of service road and would eventually find myself at the main house entered my head.

Surprisingly, even with the wide path the denseness of the foliage prevented me from seeing in any direction but straight ahead. I had walked about twenty minutes when I came upon a compound of small buildings that could best be described as a village. Since I did not think that there were any native inhabitants on Adam's island I was surprised to find such a place. Additionally, I found it puzzling that I had not been able to see the buildings from Adam's sun deck. As I moved into the cluster of buildings I looked around trying to get a bearing as to where I was on the island. I discovered that the buildings were located so that the natural terrain of the island prevented seeing anything that helped with determining my location. I could not see the docks, nor the house, nor the bungalows or even the sea.

I felt an odd sensation akin to fear. I had a fleeting thought that I had entered some sort of real life horror movie and Jason or Freddy Krueger might pop up at any moment. Of course just like in horror movies I did not run away. Instead I moved into the middle of the cluster of small buildings. I jumped when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. When I turned I discovered that it was not a ghoul but a girl who I judged to be somewhere in her late teens that I had seen come from one of the buildings. She had long blond hair and dark deeply tanned skin. She was scantily dressed in what appeared to a homemade bikini style top and a pair of shorts that might have caused Daisy Duke to blush.

"Sir, can I help you? Are you lost?" She asked clearly confused by my presence.

"No not lost. I was just out for a walk. But I am a bit curious as to what this place is,' I said in my most non-threatening tone then quickly added, "Oh I am sorry, my name is John."

"I'm Alicia and this is my home. Do you work for the boss, Mr. Donaldson?"

"I guess you could say that. What about you? Why are you on the island?"

"My family all work for the boss. My mother is a cook. My father and two brothers do maintenance. Ms Edwards promised me that there will be a position for me after I turn 20 next month."

She was a year or two older than I thought at first. For some reason that thought brought a smile to my face. When she returned the smile my heart skipped a beat. She was gorgeous and had an alluring innocence about her. She was very different than any of the women I knew.

"What job will you be doing?" I asked hoping to extend our conversation and my time with the pretty and exotic girl.

"My mother says that since I am pretty I should be lucky and not have a hard job at first. I will probably just be one of the girls that entertain guests. If I am real lucky maybe the boss will favor me in particular and keep me for himself," She said so sweetly and innocently that one would think the idea was the most natural thing in the world.

I moved closer as I pressed for details, "How do you mean entertain guests?"

She giggled and replied, "As woman are supposed to entertain. Don't women entertain where you live?"

I didn't really have an answer to that question, only another question of my own, "Are you saying your job will be to have sex with guests or Mr. Donaldson?"

"Of course if that pleases them. You are a puzzling man. Do you not have girls to take care of your needs?"

"I suppose we do. But your way is a little different and probably better than ours."

She didn't press for details thankfully. I would not have known how to explain the complexities of American society to one who seemingly saw life in very simple terms.

"You said you work for the boss, but you are dressed more like a guest. Just what do you do John?"

"I am a student, Alicia. I suppose I am actually a guest this weekend. In the future I will be working for Mr. Donaldson if things work out," I explained.

"Well, if you are a guest it is ok if you want to fuck me," She said as if she was offering me a glass of water as she let loose her top.

The colorful cloth fell to the ground revealing her stunning tanned breasts. Her pert firm looking medium sized tits had large dark areolas framing nearly perfect erect nipples. There was no denying my desire. Even if my facial expression did not give away my thoughts the bulge in my shorts surely did. Her innocent sexuality, her beauty and her stunningly gorgeous body combined to create an alluring package. But I hesitated. Something was nagging at the far edges of my mind. Could it be a test, I wondered. If it was a test what was the correct answer? Would it displease Adam for me to fuck his little toy? I stood unable to decide my next move.

She stepped forward, took my hand and said, "Don't worry, John. It is allowed. I am not a virgin. Mr. Donaldson took care of that and my mother has seen that I have been trained to please a man," She said softly, "Or woman if that is required."

The last part seemed to be added in an attempt to arouse me further. I assumed she had been told that men find the idea of two women having sex erotic. I needed no further arousing. I wanted to fuck her. But still I could not understand the situation. Logically, it could not have been a test. I was not led to the village. I had stumbled upon that path on my own. It was happenstance. There was one final question I needed answered though.

"Alicia, do you want to have sex with me or are you just doing this to please a guest?" I asked needing her to want me and not to be a paid whore serving the boss's guest.

"Yes," She began in a sincere tone. "I have only been with the boss and those that came to help with my training. Soon, I will be with people chosen for me to entertain. I chose to be with you today. I may not get to make such a choice again for a long time. Someday, when I am no longer young and pretty, I will be allowed to marry one of the workers. I will become a cook or a maid and we will raise a family. Maybe I will even teach my daughter to entertain for whoever is boss when she grows up."

I didn't say anything as I let her lead me into the cottage. The main room was open. It seemed to serve multiple purposes. There was a kitchen on one end that looked like those found in efficiencies. Through and open door I could see one small bedroom. I assumed that was where her parents slept. There were a couple of mats rolled up against another wall that I imagined served as beds for her brothers. She led me to a little curtained off area where there was a small mattress that comprised her bedroom.

She smiled and began to undress me. Once she pulled my shirt off she asked me to sit so that she could remove my shoes and socks. I was mesmerized watching her carefully untie and remove each shoe. She massaged my feet after taking off my socks. She remained on her knees when I stood so she could take off my shorts. As soon as I was nude she began to lick my cock while gently fondling my balls. Her small pink tongue danced over my cock sending chills running along my spine. When she took my shaft into her mouth I think I might have cum instantly if I hadn't had sex so recently. After a long while of pleasuring me with her talented mouth she stood and kissed me softly.

"Your cock is beautiful, John. I am sorry that I must rush you a bit. My family will return home soon," She said as she let her shorts fall to the floor.

She lay upon her bed and urged me to come take her. I looked down at her beautiful naked body laid out so innocent and sensual as she uninhibitedly offered herself to me. It was clear that she sunned in the nude as the bare shaven skin around her pussy was as evenly dark as the rest of her flesh. She spread her legs and seductively slid her delicate hand down her belly. She parted her labia with her fingers showing me the tantalizing pink of her inner folds. Though she continued to urge me to fuck her I couldn't resist tasting her. I crawled between her legs and lowered my face to her sex. She used her fingers to spread her soft, moist, puffy lips wider to give me full access.

As I began to lick her she guided my attention to her clit. Her moans told me that I had found the intended spot. The taste of her cunt was a mixture of salt and sweetness. As her juices flowed over my face I felt like I was devouring an exotic tropical fruit. Suddenly she gripped the back of my head and pressed my face hard to sex. I struggled to breathe while continuing to lick her large engorged clit. She cried out and clutched at me as she writhed on the bed. Her orgasms came in waves causing her to thrash about while demanding I continue to eat her. I happily complied with her moaning begging for more. When finally her demands changed to insisting that I fuck her I crawled up her body.

Her juices dripped from my chin as she opened her legs wider and wrapped them around my torso. I kissed her hard cutting off her plaintive moans as my cock found its mark. Her cunt enveloped my throbbing rod as she drew me in with her strong thighs. She locked her legs around me as her pussy swallowed every inch of my aching cock. Our bodies ground together. Had we been on a bed rather than a thin mattress on the floor the intensity of our fucking likely would have broken the frame. Intense pleasure coursed through my body. She dug her nails into my back as she raked her fingers over my skin. Later I would see the bloody scratches in the bathroom mirror. At the moment all I felt was the passion of our encounter. I ground my cock deep inside her as I felt the dam begin to burst. My orgasm was so powerful that my entire body shook as I collapsed atop her. She held me, caressing me and whispering how wonderful I was.

To my horror when my senses returned I realized someone else was in the room.

"Alicia!" A woman I assumed was her mother yelled.

I feared I was about to be attacked for molesting the woman's daughter.

"When you entertain the guests close the curtain!" The woman continued as she ran over and pulled the nearly useless threadbare fabric over to hide Alicia's bed.

To my surprise Alicia started giggling as she apologized to her mother. Then she told me that I should go before her brothers got home. She explained that while they understood how things were they wouldn't like to see her with a man. Before she let go of me she kissed me and thanked me. I tried to protest that it was me who should be doing the thanking, but she insisted that I had given her a great gift. I hoped I would have another chance to talk with her and learn more about her life as I scrambled around trying to get dressed while not exposing myself to her mother who I was certain was still in the room. Alicia just laid there naked, unashamed as I dressed.

Once dressed I bent down and kissed her cheek before stepping through the curtain. I was relieved to find the room empty. My relief was short lived when I stepped out the front door. Alicia's mother was there along with two young men I figured were her sons. The resemblance to Alicia was unmistakable. It seemed that the girl was the middle child as one looked to be in his early twenties and the other was probably not yet 18.

"Oh sir, it is you. I saw you at dinner last night. We are honored that you visited our home. I hope my daughter pleased you," The woman said as the boys tried to give me menacing looks.

I managed a weak, "Thank you," and a nod.

"Did something displease you, sir?" She asked clearly concerned.

"Oh, no I assure you that I am very happy ma'am," I quickly replied.

Her older son made a noise and kicked at the ground. She turned and slapped him hard while admonishing him to be respectful to the boss's guests. I could see he wanted to say something. His eyes were hard and sad at the same time. I wondered how I would feel were the situation reversed. But I had no sister and couldn't begin to understand the life those people led. I vowed that someday I would get know them.

"Please sir, forgive my, Gregory. He forgets his manners sometimes when it comes to his sister," She said softly as she pushed him toward me.

He extended his hand and did his best to offer an apology. As I assured him that I held no ill thoughts toward him I noticed for the first time that his features were different from his brother and sister. I was certain that he had not been fathered by the same man as his brother and sister. I supposed that Alicia's mother had once entertained guests and had been impregnated, probably even before she married. I wondered if the boy knew that his father was likely a wealthy white man and not the dark skinned Latino man that was approaching us at that moment.