Prying Eyes (6 page)

Someone shook her. Amelia opened her eyes. Michael smiled down at her.

“We’re here, sleepyhead.” He reached his hand out to her.

Amelia yawned and accepted it. “Where are we?”

“Nassau,” he answered as he stepped into the aisle of the bus and assisted her out of the cramped space.

Ralph and the others had got off the bus and stood right outside it.

Amelia gawked at the sight. Nassau had a colourful blend of old world and colonial architecture, and the same tropical climate as most of the Bahamas. Thousands of people walked or rode along in cars and buses on the busy tourist road.

“This is Downtown Bay Street,” the driver explained. “It’s Nassau’s most popular tourist spot.”

Amelia used her hand to block out the sun, checking out the buildings. The Pirates of Nassau Museum was just across from the British Colonial hotel, where they would be spending the night before returning to the resort. She spotted some boutiques that she wouldn’t mind visiting, as well as restaurants, other hotels and retail stores, as they gathered their luggage and walked towards the hotel. She also noticed some gorgeous brown bodies frolicking along the beach. She lowered her sunglasses momentarily to admire them and then raised them again.

“Now, now, none of that,” Michael teased as he took her hand. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later.”

“I’ve heard there isn’t much nightlife here.”

“You’ll be too busy entertaining me tonight,” he replied, squeezing her hand gently.

Amelia smirked but didn’t comment. They entered the hotel, checked into their rooms and then all of them gathered in the lobby of the hotel an hour later to begin the shoot on the beach.

A Calypso band entertained them as the scene designers put together the background. The trailers containing their wardrobes had arrived and she and Michael were separated and sent to the trailers to change.

Ralph, in his infinite wisdom, had chosen a little yellow bikini for her that left little to the imagination. The only thing that kept her from feeling completely naked was a matching scarf that tied around her waist and hung down her left thigh.

The beautician pulled her hair back in a ponytail, exposing her face before lightly powdering it to get rid of the shine and to protect her delicate skin from the sun. Lastly, they gave her a pair of high-heeled sandals that added to her height and made her legs look longer and more appealing for the camera.

Amelia would have preferred a bikini top that covered more of her breasts, but when she complained Ralph just brushed the thought away.

“Flesh sells fashion,” he informed her in his curt way. “The subject is closed and non-negotiable.” He reached up and adjusted the top for her and then smacked her on the butt and sent her out of the trailer so he could get the other models ready.

Amelia’s appearance on the set was met with a round of wolf calls and whistles from some of the male models and camera crew. She ignored them as usual, putting all of her effort into trying to walk in the sand with heels. Male designers always made stupid decisions with women’s shoes because they didn’t have to walk in them.

Michael awaited her on the set, having donned a pair of black, boxer-type swim shorts with a matching long, black caftan robe. He lowered his sunglasses as she approached.

“Damn,” she heard Ben say to one of the other male models as she walked up the stairs to join them. Both Michael and Ben made her feel very self-conscious as their eyes moved up and down her body.

“You look fantastic,” Michael said to her when she finally joined him on the stage.

“Thanks. I feel naked,” she whispered so that Ben could not overhear.

Ben’s outfit was similar to Michael’s, except his was red.

Amelia looked them both over, enjoying the view of their great abs and muscular builds. They were also both sporting very sizeable erections. She smiled. The least the two of them could do was pretend to be embarrassed about not being able to control their bodies’ responses to seeing a half-naked woman. Instead, both of them just moved around posing and proud of what they were showing.

Amelia decided to concentrate on the beach activities including the sunbathers sprawled on beach chairs a safe distance away from the camera. Her eyes picked out several Bahamian hotties as they walked along the surf. Sinewy dark skin, thick black hair and healthy bodies. She sighed contently at the African beauties. Some of the men wore fewer clothes than the male models, which she didn’t find offensive in the least. They had muscular bodies and shapely tight behinds that moved rhythmically as some of them danced to the Calypso beat.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Michael said as he came to stand next to her.

“Keep it,” Amelia replied. “My thoughts at the moment would shock the heck out of you.”

He chuckled then stifled it when the photographers appeared, ready for them to start work.

* * * *

Lunch was served on the beach, compliments of the hotel, and manned by some of the finest chefs in the Bahamas. Amelia stuffed herself on conch—a firm, white seafood similar to oysters—with land crabs, red snapper, and peas and rice.

Michael playfully tried to pinch her with a crab’s claw and then he cracked it open, dipped it in a lemony butter sauce and fed it to her.

And for dessert she couldn’t say no to pineapple and coconut tarts.

Afterwards, a group of them played a game on the beach, pitting the girls against the guys. The girls won most of the games, much to the dismay of the men who had spent most of their time flexing their muscles for the young women on the beach who had come to watch them.

Throughout most of the day she was aware that Ben was staying particularly close to her but she pretended not to notice.

Shooting wrapped up around five so they all went back to the hotel to clean up. Later that evening the hotel provided them with another band in the fancy ballroom so they could dance the night away after eating yet another scrumptious meal.

Amelia and Michael dressed up for the occasion. She wore a pretty, sunny yellow dress and open-toed sandals, while he put on a dark-coloured suit and a tie.

Ben and Janice, she discovered, were really good dancers. She could hold her own with the slow dancing but couldn’t keep up with most of the latest dance crazes.

Every now and then, Ben tried to catch her eye but Michael kept a protective hold on her for most of the evening. The two of them danced slowly around the floor, and he even impressed her with his suave mastering of the bossa nova and other Latin dances.

“Let’s go out for some air,” Michael said, leading her from the ballroom into the hotel lobby and out of the door. The front of the hotel was empty except for hotel employees and a couple of guests checking in.

Outside, Amelia found the air to be just a little cooler than it had been during the day. Michael pulled her into his arms for a kiss the moment they were alone.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he confessed.

And she’d wanted him to kiss her all day, too, but she wasn’t going to admit it. His ego was big enough without any help from her. She liked the feel of his arms around her neck and the hardness of his body as it pressed into hers.

“I want you so badly,” he whispered into her ear.

Amelia chuckled. That she already knew. His thick erection pressed into her stomach while he held her. Her panties dampened. They were just about to rush up to one of their rooms when Janice came out and joined them.

“Wow, it’s really warm in the ballroom,” she said, fanning herself with her hand. The strapless dress she wore moved in unison with her hand, allowing much of her cleavage to show.

Michael being Michael followed the movement with his eyes and smiled wickedly.

Janice didn’t miss the perusal or the smile. “They’re real,” she replied, ignoring the fact that Amelia was there holding Michael’s hand. The woman had a lot of balls.

“So I’ve noticed,” Michael said, not a bit ashamed for staring at Janice’s breasts.

“Would you like to touch them?”

“No, thanks,” Michael replied.

Janice didn’t appear offended by the refusal.

“You’re not shy, are you?”

“No,” Michael answered. “But I also don’t go around touching strange breasts, even nice ones. And besides, Ben might get jealous.”

Janice shook her head. “No, he won’t. In fact, I think he’d get a kick out of it.” She finally acknowledged that Amelia was there. “He’s even mentioned wanting to get together with her.”

Amelia wrinkled up her nose. “No, thanks.”

“He’s got a real nice body and he’s a great lover.”

“Not interested.”

“What about you?” she asked sidling up to Michael. “Wouldn’t you like to join us in a little couples’ swap?”

Michael looked at Amelia.

Amelia raised a defiant eyebrow.

“No, thanks. I plan to spend a quiet evening with Amelia discussing molecular infusion and its effects on the ozone layer.”

The sarcasm of the sentence flew over Janice’s head and she reacted like a deer in the headlights. “Ooh, sorry. Some other time maybe.” She turned on her heels and high-tailed it back into the hotel.

Both Amelia and Michael laughed and then she punched him on the arm. “You were considering her offer.”

“No, I wasn’t,” he lied with a devastating smile. “I knew you wouldn’t agree.”

“How do you know you know that?”

Michael held the door open for her and she stepped inside the hotel. “Because I know you.” He followed her in and led her to the elevator. “And besides, Ben wouldn’t be able to make you scream the way I do.”

The elevator door opened and he pulled her inside. It rushed up to their floor.

“Your room or mine?” he asked as they stepped out.

“Yours,” Amelia answered. “You have better toys.”

* * * *

Of all the sights he liked to see, nothing was better than watching a woman masturbate with a battery-operated vibrator. After a few minutes, though, he decided that maybe it hadn’t been a smart thing to allow Amelia to do, because she seemed to know her way around one a little
too
well. He could fight off the horniest of men for her affection, but there wasn’t a man alive who could compete with one of those big rubber things.

He snatched it from Amelia as soon as he got the chance.

“Spoilsport,” she sighed with the biggest smile on her face. “I was just getting started.”

“I’ll get you started,” he said as he buried his face against her wet crotch.

Amelia giggled, wiggled and locked her ankles around his head in a death grip.

Michael pushed his tongue in farther until she squirmed and released his head. “Just where I wanted you,” he said before spreading her wide and burying his tongue deeper.

“Ah, oh, ooh…,” Amelia cooed as he showed her no mercy. Her body twisted on the bed as he nibbled on her clitoris.

Michael felt her body lift from the mattress and he knew he had her right where he wanted her. He grabbed her hips, pushed his face closer and tongued her clitoris until she came, twitching on the bed above him. He lifted his head triumphantly and watched her pant like a puppy.

 
“That was so unfair,” she replied.

Michael smiled. “There are no rules when it comes to love,” he replied.