The Summer of Last Resort (21 page)

Soon she was hopelessly lost amongst the many paths, and she was tired and ashamed. What was she going to do now? Maybe she should just go back and try her luck through the jungle. Was this even real or was it just some sort of hallucination.  She was cold, too, and curled up on a log, and the tears started flowing.

She awoke to a gentle tap on her shoulder. An eerie green light shone faintly around her in the jungle. Was she now hallucinating badly? She turned and saw it was a boy in swim trunks, carrying a glow stick. He was poking her with a branch, and when she turned he gasped and dropped the glow stick, but then he quickly reached down and picked it back up.  Sandy turned to him, trying to cover nakedness, and his eyes grew large. “Are… are you crying?” the boy asked.

Sandy nodded.

“Are you a real person?”

Sandy smiled and nodded again.

“Where are your clothes?”

“I lost them.”

“Oh.”

“Do you know the way back?” Sandy asked hopefully.

“Uh huh.”

“Can you take me there?”

The boy paused for a moment. He was still mesmerized by this apparition in the jungle.

“Turn your back and lead me there,” Sandy said, gently, but with authority.

The boy turned and started down the path, holding the glow stick above himself. Occasionally he would turn back to watch Sandy’s beautiful naked form in the darkness.

“Tell me your name, boy,” Sandy said as they made their way slowly through the jungle.

“Rashid.”

“Rashid? That’s a nice name… did you come from the boat, Rashid?”

“Uh-huh. With my papa.”

“How old are you, Rashid?”

“I’m twelve. I’m almost a teenager!”

“You’re big for twelve,” Sandy exaggerated.

“What have you been doing with yourself here?”

“Oh, some spearfishing and snorkeling. I’m a great swimmer!”

“What’s your papa doing here?” Sandy asked cautiously.

“Oh, he comes here for the enlightenment.”

“The enlightenment?”

“Yes, but my uncle says it's a sin against Allah, against all that is holy.”

“What do you think, Rashid?”

“Yeah, well... Oh, look! They’re going back to the ship!” Rashid said, gesturing to a small launch that was motoring out to the megayacht.

“Did they leave you here?”

“Oh, no, I have my own boat.”

Just then the path opened and they entered the complex. Sandy grabbed Rashid by the shoulder and told him to go down to the pool and grab her a robe and come back with it while she waited in the bushes.  Rashid joked for a moment about not going, but Sandy took the light from it and held it so that she could see her face. His eyes, however, were focused on her firm, round breasts, of course, so Sandy tossed it down onto the ground.

Rashid retuned shortly with a large towel. “I couldn’t find any robes,” he lied.

It’s OK. Sandy took the towel and wrapped it around herself.

“Well, I have to go now,” Rashid said. “I’m in trouble. I’m supposed to be in my cabin.”

“Rashid,” Sandy said slowly, putting her arms around the boy, “I want to thank you for saving me in the jungle.” She pulled him close and whispered in his ear, “I want to really thank you… in your cabin.”

Rashid thought for a bit, and then nodded excitedly and led him down to the rubber inflatable boat he had pulled up amongst the bushes by the beach.  Rashid tossed his shorty wetsuit to Sandy to put on, although she didn’t know why. She was barely able to squeeze into it, but he obviously thought that was great fun.  As they motored back out to the yacht, Sandy slipped over the side of the RIB and held on to the handle on the side. Just as Rashid had predicted, a security spotlight quickly scanned Rashid and his boat, and Sandy dove down and swam down, into the darkness under the boat as two men came to tie up Rashid’s boat. There was a large swim platform which had been lowered from the transom of the yacht, and Sandy was able to hide there in the darkness until Rashid returned for her.

“Rashid, this boat has Inmarsat, right?” Sandy whispered, motioning towards the large domes on top of the yacht.

“inma… what?”

“Satellite phone.”

“Oh, yes. Why?”

“I have one more thing I need to do before I give you what you want.”

Rashid rolled his eyes and groaned. 

“Come on, Rashid. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“This had better be good,” he whined, and turned and motioned for her to follow. Rashid opened a hatch and they descended into the a machinery room on the ship. “There’s too many security cameras on deck,” Rashid said above the hum of the ship’s generators. “But there’s none down here.”  They made their way through the narrow confines of the crew’s quarters which were deep within the bowels of the yacht, in the noisiest, lowest part of her. Rashid made sure no one was in the next corridor and motioned Sandy into a small office room. “There’s a phone here. This is where the real ship’s business is run. The radio room upstairs is for the big shots. Like my dad.”

“Thanks, Rashid,” Sandy smiled at him. “By the way, where

are we?”

“Don’t you know? Honduras.”

Sandy closed the door and made her call, and then took a deep breath and re-opened it. She expected to see armed men pointing gun barrels at her, but no, there was Rashid, eager and smiling like a young boy at Christmas.

They made their way stealthily back to Rashid’s cabin, which was a compact little room near the center of the yacht, and he led her in and then closed and locked the door behind him.  Sandy turned the light off, but Rashid turned it back on. Sandy wasn’t really sure what to do at this point, but she was so relieved to have made it this far. Sandy went over and turned on a lamp by Rashid’s bunk, and then turned off the overhead light as Rashid pulled off his swim trunks. He was a skinny, and had the cute, awkward body of a boy on the verge of growing to manhood.

Sandy turned to face him and slowly and sensually unzipped the wetsuit she wore and peeled it off of her glowing wet skin.  She climbed into his tiny bunk and knelt naked before him and he reached out for her, his mouth wide open in amazement.

Just then the door opened and a man in a dark suit came in. “Oh, there you are. Rashid, what are you doing? This is not for you, you naughty boy!” The man turned to Sandy and said, “did he put you up to this?”  Sandy nodded, and he scowled and said, “Come on, you’re very late. And look at you? Where’s your jewelry? You’re not even made up? And your hair? What did you do, swim over here?”

The man bustled Sandy naked down the corridor as if this was something completely normal and then into a cabin a few doors down, where there were two women looking nervous and agitated. “You’re not even close to being ready? How am I supposed to work with this?” the first woman said angrily while she brusquely sat Sandy down on the bed and toweled Sandy off. Next a short, older woman quickly applied make-up and eyeliner while the other one tut-tutted and shook her head, but then selected an assortment of jewelry for Sandy, from a dazzling ruby pednant necklace with matching earrings to a gold chain around her waist, to bangles and bracelets for the wrists and ankles.

Then finally the make-up woman stood back to review her handiwork. Sandy rose before them in the cabin and the red ruby pendant around her neck captured the cabin lights and refracted them like streaks of red fire over Sandy’s soft light skin. She stood tall and proud, and as she moved the bangles on her wrist and ankles sparked and made a pleasant tinkling sound. The two women looked at each other and smiled. Then the older one noticed that Sandy had been covering her privates with her hand, and she quickly reached over and pulled Sandy’s hand away. They all looked down at Sandy’s bush.  “What in Allah’s name is that? Quick, get her on the bed before we’re all fired!”

“Wait a minute!” Sandy protested, but they grabbed her arms and quickly but carefully placed her on her back on the bed in the cabin and spread her legs open.

“There’s no time for this,” the man protested, but the make-up woman already had an electric hair trimmer and deftly trimmed Sandy’s pubes into a neat little rectangular strip, and then powdered her quickly.  “Quick, quick – over!” the little woman squeaked and they rolled her over on the bed. “Get on your knees, girl, fast!” and Sandy felt the trimmers working over her rump, and then the make-up woman was smearing something over her blemishes and powdering her.  Just when she thought they were done, she heard the make-up woman mutter “Forgive me,” and felt something cool and wet, like K-Y, being inserted into her. “It has to glisten, you know.”

She was quickly lifted off the bed and the man frowned. “Look at her hair! It’s all wet! How’s this supposed to work!” They looked at each other for a moment, and then looked at Sandy, and the man snapped his fingers, and said, “That’s it! We’ll go for the wet look. He won’t be expecting that. Close your eyes, honey,”

Someone was spraying her whole body with some sort of liquid. It wasn’t water, it was something a little stickier, probably glycerin, she thought, used in movies to simulate sweat.

“OK, people, I think we’re ready!” and with that, they pushed Sandy out the corridor and led her down and around to a door where there was a small crowd waiting.  Then they opened the door and pushed her in.

The room was dark, lit by a single bright spotlight in the center. In the dim light that remained, Sandy could see that it was opulently furnished, but where the spotlight shone, there was a plain, almost crude, wooden floor with a leather chair to one side and a small table on the other side.  Sandy sensed that there was an audience sitting in the darkness, perhaps a group, she had no way of knowing. She stood in the darkness for a moment, and then started to step forward, when a voice said, “stop – you’re not to enter the light yet.”

Then a young man walked into the darkened cabin, his footsteps were silent. He was naked except for a thick leather belt that we wore around his waist, and leather wrist guards on his strong forearms. The youth’s muscles rippled beneath his skin as he turned in the spotlight.

Somewhere exotic eastern music began to play, and the young man began a dance to its strange rhythm. His moves were quick and lively, and Sandy couldn’t help but admire his athleticism.  Like the other young men on the island, he seemed to be very well endowed, and she wondered if all this leaping about was hurtful. 

The music changed, and a young Asian girl entered the spotlight and joined in a dance with the young man. She was dressed in green veils that revealed most of her body. They played back and forth, and during part of the dance she reached down and stroked him as she received his kiss. They played about the chair and table, leaping over them, sometimes leaning on them, sometimes sitting or standing on them.

The music changed again, and this time a tall, voluptuous black woman entered, dressed only in gold chains.  She danced in opposition to the Asian woman, playing out a dance where they fought over the young man. The Asian woman kissed him deeply and they fondled each other so overtly sexually that Sandy had to blush.

Suddenly the spotlight went out and the lights changed to

flashing, rotating spots which danced about the room, and the music became loud and modern. “That’s your cue,” someone said behind her and shoved her out into the room. She stumbled for a moment, but the young man took her by the hand, and twirled her around and then pulled her close and kissed her. He was clearly taken in a reverie of the dance as he lifted her high above him with his strong arms, then dropped her down and held her sideways as he ran about the room. Then he rolled her over, still holding her horizontal, and she felt herself spreading her arms out as he flew her around the room. This was fun!

Then he turned her back upright, lifted her again by the waist, facing her, and then slowly, ever so slowly lowered her naked body to his and kissed her deeply, open mouthed, forcing her open for his tongue. She resisted and tried to push him off, but felt his heart beating strongly in his heaving chest as he panted, and she felt herself weaken and finally relented to him, in spite of herself.

The lights went off and then the spotlight returned, and somehow the table and the chair were removed. She noticed two older, stronger men in the room behind her and they strode forward and then the two women also strode towards them, and they embraced and kissed. Then they turned and held hands with each other, and Sandy felt the women holding her hands. Suddenly, they had broken away and she was being embraced by the women, and the dark skinned woman turned to her and kissed her. Sandy was shocked, but then the woman pulled her close and whispered into her ear. “You don’t belong here, do you?” Sandy nodded slightly. “We’re going to make love to you. Just let us – don’t fight it. Trust me, it’ll be worthwhile, but you have to relax!” The black woman pulled Sandy close and again kissed her, and then whispered. “Then we’ll figure out a way to get you out of here.”

The lights changed again, and the room was filled with a pounding drumbeat, and the women retreated from the lit area of the floor. The young man leapt into the floor, and one of the large men grabbed him by the head and wrestled him to the ground. These men wore leather breastplates, large belts, and metal gauntlets.  They struggled on the floor, the large man struggling to pin the youth onto the ground. Sandy watched the men’s muscles glisten with exertion as their strong bodies struggled against each other. A third man joined the fray and pushed the second man aside, and tried to pull the first man off the youth. Then Sandy noticed that the second man was erect and was pressing his manhood against the youth’s fine, round bottom, while the third man shoved him aside, and then quickly turned the youth onto his back, on the floor, and spread-eagled him. Sandy gasped as she caught a glimpse of his firm young cock free in the air, and then the third man pressed him down, his own erection hard against the youth’s, before he lowered himself and tried to force himself into the youth for a moment, before the second man shoved him aside, which gave the youth the opportunity to escape. 

Suddenly the room went dark and Sandy felt herself being led back into the center, and she stepped onto something soft. Someone had put down on some pillows on the floor.