Pleasure Island (4 page)

‘Raffle?’ It hardly sounded wild or debauched.

‘God, yes, the tickets are like gold dust,’ the brunette said.

‘How come?’ Nikki asked.

‘Well,’ the woman explained, ‘six lucky winners get to go on an all-expenses-paid trip to Her Highness’ private island.’

‘I don’t suppose you’ve ever won?’

The girl suddenly became rather coy. ‘Maybe.’

‘Do tell.’

The brunette stared into the middle distance for a second, as if she was recalling an extremely happy memory. She shook her head and refocused. ‘Sorry, I’m afraid that stays between me and the boss.’

Realising that she wasn’t going to get anything else out of the manageress, Nikki thanked her, then left the shop.

Through a mixture of excitement and nerves, Nikki tossed and turned for much of that Thursday night as her subconscious ran riot. In her dreams, Roxanna’s servants all donned loincloths, similar to those worn by Tarzan. As to the antics they got up to, it was little wonder that she felt agitated when the alarm woke her. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. It couldn’t be 3 a.m. already, surely? She vaguely hoped that she had mis-set the alarm clock. No such luck. Realising it was time to get up, reluctantly Nikki dragged herself out of bed and stumbled into the shower. As the refreshing water cascaded over her body, she started to feel a little more with it. It didn’t take her very long to work up a lather with the shower gel. Perhaps it was due to her erotic dreams, but whatever the reason, she really enjoyed washing her breasts that morning, lingering over them slightly longer than was necessary.

In no time at all, she began to feel aroused. As the warm water washed the soapy bubbles off her nipples, she rubbed the shower gel around her lower stomach, pelvis, thighs and bottom. This didn’t help matters in the slightest and led to her feeling more turned on than ever. Though she knew she hadn’t much time to play with, Nikki couldn’t resist massaging her clit. She’d always loved the sensation of water on her skin, and even more so when it pattered against the back of her hand as her right middle finger nuzzled against her sweet spot. Applying a gentle pressure, she teased and tantalized herself. To her delight, within a matter of moments, Nikki knew that she was on the verge of coming. She pressed against the nub of her clitoris even harder. The intensity of the orgasm took her by surprise and she revelled in the sensation.

When her pussy finally stopped tingling, she grinned somewhat self-consciously. She guessed it was a hangover from her youth, but she always felt slightly guilty when she pleasured herself.

Grabbing her towel, Nikki turned the shower off then retreated to her bedroom. She certainly felt much more awake now. Toast and cereal helped to dispel feelings of tiredness even further, as did the first cup of black coffee of the day. While sipping the drink, she deliberated long and hard about what to wear for the occasion. She decided on a smart black business dress that rested just above the knee. Rather than the usual black tights she tended to wear with it, she opted for stockings. Formal though her attire was, Nikki had always found there to be something decidedly sexy about dressing in black. For a change, she swept her hair up and decided to pin it back. Admiring the overall effect in the mirror, she was quite pleased with it. As she gave a final experimental twirl, the doorbell rang.

Hastily, Nikki grabbed her suitcase and travel bag, quickly checked around her flat to make sure that she hadn’t forgotten anything, and then made her way downstairs. The driver of the car that had been sent to pick her up was waiting at the door. He introduced himself as Tony. He took Nikki’s bags, loaded them into the boot of the vehicle, and then they set off. She was amazed to find that, even at this time of the morning, the M4 was already quite busy. Thankfully, nearly all of the traffic was heading in the opposite direction, into the city. The westbound carriageway was virtually empty. As she lounged back in the luxurious leather seats, she caught the driver glancing at her in the rear-view mirror. It didn’t take her long to realise that he had deliberately adjusted the angle of it to enable him to admire her slender legs. Rather than berate him for his cheek, Nikki pretended that she hadn’t noticed. Enjoyable as her early-morning orgasm in the shower had been, it hadn’t entirely satisfied her. Still feeling very aroused, she began to play up to Tony. She deliberately wiggled around in her seat, which made the hemline of her dress ride up her thighs even more to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her stocking tops. The car swerved across one of the white lines as Tony found his attention torn between the view on offer in the rear of the vehicle and the road in front of him.

‘Is anything the matter?’ she asked innocently.

‘No, miss,’ Tony replied.

‘Are you sure? It’s just that you seem rather distracted.’

‘Not at all.’

Tony allowed a few minutes to elapse before sneaking another look. Nikki decided it was time to give him a real treat. Gazing resolutely out of the window, to fool him into thinking that he was watching unobserved, she allowed her skirt to ride up her thighs until her sleek black panties were clearly visible. Almost distractedly, she brushed her right hand against them, her middle finger gently toying with edge of the material. Gradually, she eased it aside and traced her finger around her neatly trimmed pussy. Tony slowed the car down considerably so he could keep glancing back and forth between the road and the show that was taking place behind him. Nikki circled her finger around and around, up and down, teasing both Tony and herself in the process. One minute she would be stroking the tip of her clit, the next her fingers would trace the outer folds of flesh. Deciding that Tony had been tormented enough, she slipped a finger inside herself. Her pussy was already really moist and she knew that it wouldn’t take long to bring herself to climax.

Opening her legs wider as she pleasured herself, Nikki wondered if she could tempt Tony to stop the car and join in. She ached to feel a lovely cock satisfy her pussy once more. She began to wonder what Tony’s looked like: whether it was short and thick, long and slim, or shapely and well defined. These thoughts aroused her even further, and so she slipped a second finger inside herself, stifling a gasp as she did so. Her pace quickened, her legs began to quiver, her thighs tensed, and her second orgasm of the day pulsed through her pretty pink pussy. Nikki let her fingers linger where they rested for a good minute or so before withdrawing them. Raising them towards her lips, she stopped at the last second. Her hand changed direction and she offered it to Tony. ‘Would you care to do the honours?’

Tony needed no second bidding. He brought the car to a halt on the hard shoulder. With relish, he twisted around, took her fingers between his lips, and sucked the sweet juice from them. Easing her seat belt off, Nikki parted her thighs invitingly. ‘You don’t have to make do with my fingers.’

Tony took a few deep breaths, glanced skywards and crossed himself in a gesture that harked back to his Catholic upbringing. ‘I’d love to, miss, but we are a bit pushed for time and if we arrive late, I don’t reckon I’d be flavour of the month. So would you forgive me if I passed?’

Though a trifle disappointed, she replied, ‘Yes, of course I will.’

‘Maybe some other time?’ he asked, rather cheekily.

‘Maybe,’ Nikki said, adjusting her skirt as he pulled away. 

Chapter Five
Flight

Disappointingly, as far as Nikki was concerned, the remainder of the journey passed without incident. The seats in the back of the car were so luxurious she began to doze. Her dreams centred upon the island paradise that awaited her. She had never been to the Caribbean and knew little about the area other than what she’d picked up from TV documentaries.

The island on which Roxanna resided was so tiny it wasn’t even included on some of the maps. Before Roxanna had purchased it, the place had been uninhabited. While she slumbered, Nikki imagined that the island had got lost in time. Her subconscious threw up pictures of dense jungles, isolated beaches, and strange creatures, all of which were throwbacks to an ancient prehistoric age.

Nikki dreamt about what it would be like to explore the island. She pictured herself in a furry bikini – very much like the one Raquel Welch wore in
One Million Years B.C.
 – striding around her domain. Something roared in the distance. What on earth could it be? A dinosaur? A lion? A tiger? No doubt it was some untamed beast. Deciding it was time to go and investigate, she set off in search of adventure.

She hadn’t gone far when she came to a small clearing. Matt Darnley was standing there wearing an extremely skimpy loincloth. Nikki complimented her imagination on such an excellent choice of attire. On spotting her, he came over immediately. The unidentified creature roared once again, the forest reverberating with the sound. Matt grabbed her right arm in a protective manner. Nikki thrilled at his touch. In the dream, he guided her into a nearby cave where they could shelter until the creature had passed.

Matt guarded the cave entrance; Nikki stood just behind him. It gave her the perfect opportunity to admire his fabulous physique. In fact, it was so impressive, she felt compelled to run her hands across his sculpted shoulders, down his back, and over his loincloth, until they came to rest against the cheeks of his bottom. Matt didn’t seem to mind the attention in the slightest and so she fondled him to her heart’s content. The danger outside the cave having seemingly passed, Nikki took matters further by snaking a hand around to the front of Matt’s loincloth. He didn’t protest so she slid her hand inside the fur pelt and her fingers came into contact with his prick. It felt absolutely huge! She pulled the loincloth to one side and freed his sizeable cock. Extracting it, she gasped. It must have been at least 12 inches. It felt so long and thick between her fingers. She simply had to bend down and kiss it. And as she did, it thickened, almost instantaneously.

Nikki had only intended to grant him one little kiss, but once the cock was between her lips she had no desire to remove it. It soon started to leak juice, which drove them both absolutely wild. Nikki felt like an absolute bitch on heat and began to suck for all she was worth. Given her attentions, his cock grew even harder until, suddenly, without warning, she felt it twitch. The next second the end filled her mouth with a burst of delicious, sticky semen, which she lapped at hungrily.

After a few seconds, Matt’s orgasm still showed no sign of abating. His cock continued oozing spunk, coating Nikki’s lips. Removing it from her mouth, she held it in front of her chest and allowed the juice to dribble over her tits. She then stood up. Nikki was just about to bend over and order him to fuck her, only, finally, he was spent. With a glint in his eye, Matt bent down and began to lick her come-covered tits. When he finished, she turned around, parted her legs and wiggled her bottom invitingly, fully expecting him to grasp her hips and sink his monster cock inside her. She wondered if she’d be able to take its full length.

Instead, much to her disappointment, Matt took hold of her arm and shook it. Why on earth would he do that? It seemed such an odd gesture that she asked him what he was up to. No matter how hard she tried, the words didn’t want to form. Frustrated, she rubbed her eyes and blinked. The face in her dream blurred and transformed into Tony, who was gently shaking her elbow in order to wake her.

‘Begging your pardon, miss,’ he said.

Nikki sat up and yawned. ‘Sorry.’

‘Not a problem. A girl needs her beauty sleep.’

‘Are we here, then?’

Tony stepped backwards and held the door open for his passenger. ‘We certainly are, miss.’

Nikki undid her seat belt and stepped out of the car. The vehicle was parked in a quiet corner of Bristol Airport, having been granted access through one of the security gates.

‘What about check-in?’ she asked.

‘No need, miss, all taken care of. The perks of flying privately.’ As Tony busied himself getting the luggage out of the boot, Matt waved to Nikki from the open doorway of a nearby private jet. He wandered down the steps and came across to greet her.

‘Miss Foster, I’m really glad you could make it.’ With that, he executed a bow.

Given that Matt was the subject of the highly erotic dream she had just experienced, Nikki felt slightly embarrassed in his presence. She was half tempted to apologise. That said, the outfit Matt was wearing wouldn’t have looked out of place in the dream. In one respect, it was rather an odd mix and match, but it kind of worked. From the waist up, he was dressed in formal attire: a pristine white shirt, gold cufflinks, black bow tie and dinner jacket. It was below the waist that the outfit got really interesting, for a pair of tight, black leather shorts clung to his thighs. Nikki could barely take her eyes off the shorts; they certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination. The impressive bulge within led her to wonder if Matt was as well endowed as his caveman counterpart in her dream. She simply had to comment on the outfit. ‘What’s with the get-up?’

‘I’m working.’

Nikki didn’t see the connection. ‘So?’

‘This is the standard island staff uniform. Her Highness insists.’

Tony interrupted, to advise the pair that he had placed Nikki’s bags on the aircraft. He wished her a pleasant journey, then got back in the car and drove off. Matt glanced at his watch. ‘It’s about a nine-hour flight, give or take, so shall we get going?’

‘Why not?’ Nikki replied.

Matt stepped aside and guided her up the steps into the aircraft. The interior of the passenger area was kitted out like something from a James Bond film. Alongside the half dozen seats were a bar, roulette wheel, and what looked like a massage table. Needless to say, the seats themselves were made of the finest leather; clearly no expense had been spared when the interior of the plane had been designed.

‘There’s also a tanning booth and a mini-steam room in the back,’ he informed her. He made sure that the steps were clear, closed the compartment door, and then said, ‘I’ll just go and tell the pilot that we’re all ready and then we’ll get going.’

As he disappeared through the door that led to the cockpit, Nikki strapped herself into one of the seats. Matt reappeared a moment later and followed suit. She found it slightly strange not to be taken through the pre-flight preamble. A light in the centre of the ceiling pinged on to indicate that they were ready for takeoff. The ferocious hum of the jet engines roared into life and the plane made its way onto the runway.

Nikki had never been on such a small aircraft before. She found that it didn’t need to take such a long run-up as the Boeings she had travelled on previously, for no sooner had the plane begun to taxi than its nose lifted and it glided up into the air in an incredibly smooth fashion, parting the clouds like an arrow.

Nikki peered out of her window and watched the landscape diminish into the distance. The plane turned slightly and headed out over the Bristol Channel. The view was absolutely breathtaking. Though the morning was bathed in bright sunshine, a low mist hung over the water, shrouding the two bridges that connected Wales and England. The tops of them peeped out through the haze, as if trying to get their bearings and make sure they hadn’t got lost in the night.

When the overhead warning light in the cabin went out, Nikki and Matt loosened their seat belts.

‘Can I get you a drink?’ he asked.

‘A tomato juice would be nice, thanks.’

Matt made his way over to the drinks cabinet. ‘Sure that’s all you fancy? I’ve worked as a barman in my time, so I can do much better than that.’

It was strange, because under normal circumstances there was no way Nikki would have touched alcohol at that time in the morning. But although the trip she was embarking on was essentially a business one, from her point of view, there was a definite slight holiday feeling in the air, so she changed her mind. ‘I suppose I could go for a Bloody Mary.’

‘An excellent choice, madam.’ While mixing the cocktail he asked, ‘Would you mind if I joined you?’

‘Not at all.’

It didn’t take him long to blend the necessary ingredients together. He filled two glasses, placed the drinks on a tray, then carried them over to Nikki’s seat. She murmured her thanks, accepted her drink, and then took an experimental sip. She coughed delicately as the concoction took her breath away.

‘I hope it isn’t too strong,’ he said.

‘Not at all – it’s just got a bit more of a kick than I expected.’

‘Ah, that’ll be the magic ingredient,’ he said.

‘Which is?’

‘The one that most people miss out. Can you guess?’

Accepting the challenge, Nikki took another sip from her glass. It was certainly the most complex Bloody Mary she had ever tasted. Her taste buds picked up on all the usual ingredients. However, there was something else: something that had given the blend an extra potency. It was tangy, spicy and quite hot, but not easy to pinpoint. Nikki took a guess. ‘Mustard?’

‘Nope.’

She tried again. ‘Paprika.’

‘No. That’ll be the cayenne pepper you can taste.’

She drank a little more of the mixture, but found it nigh-on impossible to nail down the elusive ingredient. ‘Then I give up.’

‘Horseradish,’ he said. ‘Pure, not creamed.’

‘Is that an addition of your own?’ she asked.

‘No, it’s one of the key ingredients.’

‘According to who?’

Matt’s refined English accent slipped for a second and he lapsed into a Brooklyn drawl. ‘The New York School of Bartending.’

‘Now you are kidding me.’

‘Straight up.’ He drew his right index finger over his chest. ‘Scout’s honour.’

Nikki eyed him dubiously. Given his attire, her companion didn’t look like your typical ex-boy scout. She felt as if her leg was being pulled. ‘You attended the New York School of Bartending?’

‘I’m a man of many talents.’

‘I can imagine,’ she replied, eyeing the bulge in his tight shorts. Deciding it was high time she quizzed him further regarding the outfit, Nikki said, ‘Tell me more about this uniform. You say that all of the staff on the island have to wear it?’

‘It’s a condition of the job.’

‘You don’t feel exploited in any way?’

He looked puzzled. ‘Why should I?’

‘Because it turns you into an object of desire.’

‘Desire is in the eye of the beholder.’

‘Isn’t that beauty?’

‘Two sides of the same coin.’

‘You don’t mind being viewed as a sex object?’

Matt shrugged. ‘It’s up to people how they choose to see me.’

‘Do you think your colleagues feel the same way?’

He considered this carefully before replying. ‘Yes, I think so.’

‘What makes you say that?’

‘Because there’s a waiting list a mile long of potential applicants to join the ranks of the princess’ staff,’ he explained.

‘What’s the vetting procedure?’ she asked.

‘You’d have to ask Roxanna that.’

‘I must say, I do admire your loyalty.’

‘It’s a trait I pride myself on,’ he confessed.

‘So,’ she continued, ‘other than wearing that uniform, is there anything else that Her Highness demands of you?’

‘We’re required to obey the princess’ every wish, and those of the guests she invites to the island.’

Nikki found his response intriguing. ‘Every wish?’

Matt nodded very deliberately.

Nikki decided to put him to the test. ‘OK, stand on one leg.’

He did so immediately.

‘Now bark like a dog.’

Once again Matt obliged.

Nikki giggled. ‘That’s crazy.’

‘They’re the rules,’ he said.

Raising an eyebrow, she remarked, ‘And do you always abide by the rules?’

‘Most of the time.’

A glint lit up her eyes. It was time to push things further. ‘Kneel down on all fours.’ Once again he followed her instruction without question. ‘Now take my shoes off –’ as he reached for them she added a proviso ‘– only you can’t use your hands.’

Matt grinned. ‘Now you’re getting the hang of it.’

To make life slightly easier for him, Nikki crossed her legs and dangled the black stiletto on her right foot towards him. Inching forward on his knees, Matt reached for the shoe with his teeth. Carefully, he dislodged it and managed to pry it off. Nikki looked impressed. Uncrossing her thighs, she cocked her left leg over her right. Once again, Matt tried to take the shoe off with his mouth. For some reason, the left one proved a little trickier and so Nikki waggled her foot around to enable him to get a better grip. Eventually, Matt succeeded and offered the disobedient shoe to her as a gift. After extracting her stiletto from his teeth she patted his head like a dog. ‘Good boy.’

Matt pretended to “woof” obediently.

‘Now kiss my toes.’ Sitting back upon his haunches, Matt lowered his lips towards Nikki’s left foot once more. Delicately, his lips brushed against each toe, then, one by one, he took them in his mouth and sucked them. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the sweet sensation.

‘Mmm,’ she mumbled. ‘That’s nice.’

‘And madam’s other foot?’

Nikki recrossed her legs and Matt treated her right toes to the same sensuous experience. She looked down at him with an inquisitive expression, causing him to break off.

‘Sorry, is there anything wrong?’ he asked.

‘I was just thinking, you seem to be wearing far too much clothing.’

Picking up on the hint, he said, ‘I could get rid of some if you wish?’