Temptation Island

[Vixandra]

OOC: Welcome to Temptation Island. To join us please hit the CC: https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=6237046#post6237046

Setting: A tropical Island owned completely by the Temptation Resort. Both singles and couples come here to have a good time. With activities ranging from horseback riding, parasailing, sailing, ballroom dancing, and our countless beaches, this really does offer it all.

Me- Seraphina LeRue, age 26
5'7", slender but toned, long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes
Single and looking for a bit of fun.

IC: I looked around my new enviroment- it was so nice to be out of New York with its blustery cold days. January down here in the tropics is much nicer. And being outside is nicer then being stuck in an office designing commericals.
I sighed with contentment, turning my face up to the bright sun. It was midafternoon here. According to the schaufer I'm not the only one here- there are a few other couples and a few other singles. Sounds like a good mix to me. I follow the bellboy to my room, tip him well, take a shower and head out to see the sights, having slept on the plane over. Joys of first class.
Wearing a flirty summer dress that skimmed the tops of my thighs with a pair of matching sandles, my still damp hair caught up in a clip, I strode into the main dining room to get a light snack, a smile on my lips.

 

[Medieval-Man]

((OOC: Hm, sounds like a nice place, I figure at least I can add my odd character into play, Dean is 5'10" slim, not athletic and a computer technition for "Lost Myths Inc." A videogame company who is a workaholic, with nothing else in his life, other than a nice bank account))

IC: Dean sat down at a table, sipping some wine, thinking to himself how much he hated his boss for sending him here to unwind, work wasn't really that stressful, he just took it all too seriously.

Dean had heard rumors relating to this being a sex spa, and had regretted the mention of it since, being more familliar with C++ and a keyboard than any kind of female. Opening his laptop and beginning to write a program that was due in about a month, Dean typed away, working on the subtle details of his videogame.

 

[stalwartone]

OOC- Barry Richardson, 29, Hair sunbleached to blonde, tanned to deep bronze, tattoos of a gargoyle on left shoulder and Celtic knot ring around right knee. In general appearance, a surfer boy. Single, employed by the resort.

IC- Barry settled the rock over the last of the "pirate treasures", the kicked his fins smoothly, propelling him toward the faux coral wall, then to the surface. He surfaced calmly, blowing the last of the water from his snorkel, then removed his mask and snorkel as he treaded to the side of the carefully crafted "lagoon". Salting the treasure pit was the last of his morning prep jobs. He'd fueled and tested the small boats and jetskis, inspected the parasails, checked all the swim equipment, run sound checks on the outdoor sound systems, made the morning announcements, and had a talk with the corral's vet and handler. Time for a quick bite from the kitchen, then he could start his meet and greet with the guests.

Not bad, he thought as he slipped the fins from his feet and began crossing the walkway. He'd spent a fair number of years drifting from pointless job to pointless job, working just enough to pay for the next trip to whatever new adventure might had struck his fancy. Several employers had asked him if his resume was correct, since it read like a bad novel. Small engine mechanic, extreme sport instructor (altitude, snow, and water), sports medicine consultant, reflexologist, nutritionist, treasure hunter, the list went on and on, none of it seeming to make for a career. Then, he'd gotten wind of this place, a resort that needed employees capable of handling as many tasks as possible in not just maintaining the resort, but in keeping the guests entertained. Suddenly, his background was an asset.

He paused long enough to rinse off the lagoon water, then hung his dive equipment in a nearby locker. Running his fingers through his hair briefly, he slipped into his uniform shorts, aqua socks and t-shirt, then began walking to the main building, smiling and nodding to guests as he did.

 

[Medieval-Man]

Dean continued to work on the program he had been designing when a small angelic woman in robed appeared on his desktop with a small thought bubble, "Dean, I thought you were on vacation?"

Seraphim, his AI bot pranced around the screen looking sadly at him.

Typing into her screen, "Sera, please, I just need to finish this one section of 'PowerSurge', then I'll be done."

Sera frowned and sat down, reading his work as he continued, she then said another thing, "Are you going to be making love to anyone here?"

Dean's jaw dropped, "Have you looked this resort up online?" He typed, wondering how real he had built this bot.

Sera looked to the ground and shifted her 'weight' between her too legs. "Are you mad at me Dean?" she asked.

"No, just surprised... No, I don't plan on anything, I would spend more time with you than any of these people, but now I'm going to finish my work, okay Sera?"

The sprite smiled, and walked through a door on the screen, into her file folder.

 

[little_golden]

Miss Debra Lewis Arrives

OCC -Introduction

Miss Debra Lewis

Debra is twenty-six years old, with short red hair that is collar length. She is the ultimate professional and business woman. Ranked in "Who's Who" of American Women Entrepreneurs she made it through hard work and solid Ivy League education. Her MBA and Commerce degrees have allowed her to master business and her people skills allow her to network and chat up people with ease. With success has come wealth, friends, opportunities and a lack of time for her current boyfriend. She's on Temptation Island to see if the spark between them will lit her fire and put a wedding ring on her finger. Debra is confident that no temptress can steal her man.

The chic Debra is 5'10" and weighs 125 lbs. She is tall, thin, with a medium framed body. Her breasts are ample enough at 36C, and her body is athletic given her great efforts to keep in shape. She believes her beauty and fitness have helped her to reach the top. As a jogger, she enjoys quiet morning runs alone which allows her time to think and be at one with herself. Her friends have always told her that her tight little bum is her best feature though she has a pretty face and an attractive body to match it.
Though presents herself as a confident, successful, well-educated woman, the truth is she is painfully shy and insecure with herself.

Debra's never really had a lot of successes with man and has been accused by past boyfriends of keeping a wall around herself. Given her limited experiences/successes with men, she's still a virgin and has vowed to stay that way until married. The insecure Debra comes out when she's stressed, drinking, stoned or in difficult situations. In those times, she's bossy, aggressive, nasty, and often brutally blunt.

Debra is one of those "nice" women who knows tons of people but has very few intimate friends. She confides completely in her closest friends and they earn the right to call her Debbie. She's traveled a lot in the USA, Canada and Europe and is well versed in politics and social issues. To people who don't know her well, she may be seen as a "prissy rich bitch with a carrot up her ass".

IC:

Ms. Lewis landed arrived by the dock in the jetboat she had rented near the airport on the main island. The water taxi ride had been about twenty minutes and already the heat and humidity was bothering her.

My complexion isn't made for hot sunny weather she lamented.

But I'm here - and I'm going to test our love and win his heart forever she told herself.

The man operating the boat was in his fifties and she never cast him a glance. He had loaded her bangs into the boat. The cabbie had been waiting her arrival with a big sign.

It was a slight step up as she lifted herself from the boat to the dock. The warm breeze carried her dress upwards and gave anyone looking a hint of her white black silky thong panties. In that expensive summer dress, she was showing plenty of her long legs, fair skin, tight bum and cleavage.

Dressed for success - Dressed to knock my man dead![/I[ she told herself.

Walking down the dock in her white high heels proved a bit of a challenged given the spacing between the blanks.....

"Is there a limo for me?" she asked one of the onlookers.

"I'm here for Temptation Island"

 

[Vixandra]

Seraphina

Hearing a voice I looked up from my light lunch of salmon and veggies. A man at a table next to me was typing away on a computer. He said something again ending with "okay Sera?"
"Excuse me," I said, leaning over in his direction. "Did you ask me something? I could have sworn I heard the short version of my name, Seraphina."

 

[Medieval-Man]

((OOC: Okay, Vix, that so was not intended, but that saves us about 8 posts to get an introduciton, Whee for my active subconscious plotting against me!))

IC: Dean looked to the woman behind him, a vision of Seraphim in a human form. "I... I was talking to my computer... I'm a programmer and this is just a bot I designed, she's a lot like a person if you... well if you can believe it." Dean said, moving the computer so Seraphina could see it, as Seraphim waved to her, after walking out of the file folder in the screen,

"I'm Dean, of Lost Myths Inc." He said, extending his hand out, nervously, shaking from the coffee he had been drinking for three hours.

 

[Vixandra]

Seraphina

"How adorable!" I cooed, looking at the little computer. "She looks alot like me too. Nice to meet you, Sera. I'm Seraphina LeRue of Saint Clair Designs. Nice to meet you too, Dean. Lost Myths is a gaming company like Mythic and Blizzard, right?"
I could see his hand shaking as he reached out to me. I shook his hand firmly. He was kind of cute- the shy programer type that was a lot of fun once they opened up. I've been hanging out with the tech boys too much, she mused as he answered her.

 

[stalwartone]

~Barry~

He'd just managed to snag a plate and start filling it from the buffet when his elbow was grabbed by one of the program coordinators, one of the pretty young things that always seemed to be both perfectly made up and yet in a constant state of fear about some minor disaster. This moment seemed no different, so he stepped away from the line and bent enought that she could speak semi-privately to him.

"Barry, we've got a problem. We had a call from the airfield stating that a plane is inbound with a guest for us. Apparently we didn't get the flight confirmed before, so we didn't have anyone assigned to pick them up. They should be arriving at the water taxi gate by the gift shop and tourist center in about ten minutes. Can you run down and get them? The only other person here right now who can drive a manual transmission is Wally, and I don't think he's quite the proper person to handle a guest collection."

Barry muttered to himself for a moment, grousing at missing the breakfast. Sliding the plate across to the kitchen aide, he grabbed at a couple of choice items from the fruit display, then growled a quiet, "You owe me," at her. Moments later he was powering the stripped down VW "Thing" out of the parking lot, and heading for the arrival dock. He worried a pear down to the core as he drove, ruminating on the drive. Sure, Wally, with his offset eye and everpresent aura of the plumbing issues that he normally dealt with, wasn't the person to handle the arriving people, but the resort was also slightly overly dedicated to the schmaltzy TV show look that the VWs brought. Cute, open to the air, and reliable, but the clutch tended to limit those that could drive them.

Horsing the VW into the "Arrivals" lane, he spent a quick moment making sure that his breakfast remains were quickly passed into the litter bag, the cooler and welcome basket were stocked, and the logos on the little car were clean and prominently displayed. Grabbing the courtesy sign, he confirmed that the "Debra Lewis" sign was properly spelled and set, then carried it down the raised plank walkway to the dock, carefully holding it in a visible position as he scanned the people there.

 

[Medieval-Man]

Re: Seraphina

"How adorable!" I cooed, looking at the little computer. "She looks alot like me too. Nice to meet you, Sera. I'm Seraphina LeRue of Saint Clair Designs. Nice to meet you too, Dean. Lost Myths is a gaming company like Mythic and Blizzard, right?"
I could see his hand shaking as he reached out to me. I shook his hand firmly. He was kind of cute- the shy programer type that was a lot of fun once they opened up. I've been hanging out with the tech boys too much, she mused as he answered her.

Dean smiled, moving the mouse to reopen Seraphim's door, and let her go back inside, smiling and closing the laptop he said, "She's the best thing I've designed really, I'm the artistic programmer for Lost Myths, it's seven guys who do small tme things.

My boss talked me into coming here, Dan's laid back, a bachelor with tons of assets, physically speaking, and a nice house. I have my apartment, which is all the space I need at the moment, and enough of a bank account to afford this place. So, yeah to sum it up, I'm forced to relax because I'm pent up on my laptop." Dean shrugged, and stretched his back.

"I'm a bit hungry, do you want anything?" Dean asked.

((OOC: His last name is Baron.))

 

[Medieval-Man]

*Bumps this thread back to top* C'mon, we can continue

 

[Vixandra]

Re: Re: Seraphina

Originally posted by Medieval-Man
"I'm a bit hungry, do you want anything?" Dean asked.[/B]

"I was going to grab a light snack before heading out to look around a bit. Care to join me?" I looked at him- he was a bit pale but not too bad- shouldn't burn from just a walk outside. And that program was sooo cute! Just have to get a copy for my laptop. "Are you going to be marketing the Sera program? I'd love to buy a copy."

 

[N!CK!]

Nick arrives...

OCC: Nick, 6'2", athletic build, tan, short black hair, born into money.

What was going on? He knew Debra liked to play games, but perhaps this was taking it a bit to far. The idea of going on vacation with her had been instantly appealing...but then he started to stumble upon the catches.

Firstly, he'd had to arrive a full day before her. Ok, strange that they weren't travelling together, but he could live with that. Then he'd been delivered a note, signed by her, telling him that he wasn't to leave the hotel room. Just what was going on? He'd find out soon enough he thought as he dropped onto the sofa and began watching yet another movie.

How soon though? She was meant to arrive an hour ago....

 

[Medieval-Man]

Re: Re: Re: Seraphina

Dean smiled and shook his head, "Sers's one of a kind, I can make one specefically for you, but I can't encode them the same. I consider Sera like a child of mine." Dean said, closing his laptop, and putting it away in his sidebag. "But yeah, I'd love to take a walk." he said, extending his arm out to Seraphina.

 

[Vixandra]

Seraphina

Taking his arm, I stood, content and full from my "light snack" of a rare steak. Yum.
"I know they said there was horseback riding here- want to go check out the stables?"

 

[little_golden]

As Debra continued her walk she saw a man holding a sign with her name on it and quickly waved to him as she approached.

"I'm Miss Lewis" Debra explained as she pulled her bags a little closer so that the man could carry them to the car.

"Oh thank you" she replied when the man seemed to motion her to follow him to an awaiting car.

"Thanks" she told him as she opened the car door for her and she sat in the back seat as they drove off to the resort itself.

What the hell are we doing here? This is crazy! Debra thought to herself.

The hotel was lovely though it seemed a little smallish but it was nestled right on the water.

"Is this the one for the couples?" she asked the driver as they pulled up.

The question seemed to be answered, as she saw a sign directing them "Temptation Islland Couples Only. All singles will be staying at the Hemler Resort on the other side of the island."

The car parked and the man quickly unloaded the bags at her door.

I see the curtains have been moved.. so Nick's probably here already Debra figured.

Debra opened the door slowly....


Looking around the hotel room she was relieved to see two double beds.

At least that solves the sleeping arrangements

Then she noticed that the room was empty of Nick's stuff. Everything was still neat and tidy! There was a lemon scent of cleaning detergent.

"Where is Nick? Damn him..... He hasn't shown up! Did he chicken out? Won't I look stupid on TV...! Debra spoke slowly and angrily.

"This is what he wanted... He wanted to be on TV... He wanted to test our relationship... and we're really on the show.... But where is he? Seperate rooms or just too busy to show up? Maybe he doesn't car? Maybe his cell phone is broken? I don't know if I can handle this?" Debra spoke in a whisper to herself as insecurity creeped in her.

Debra hurried outside to try to way the chauffeur down.

There must be a mistake... he'll know... I'll be nice to him.... I'll tip him....

 

[Medieval-Man]

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[Medieval-Man]

Dean smiled, and began walking slowly, "Actually, that's one of the few things I know how to do at this resort... take that statement as you will." Dean said blushing a little. Walking along with Seraphina he finally began to notice what attraction meant, other than hormones and facial symetry.

Maybe this is what my life is missing, social interaction... Dean thought honestly.

 

[stalwartone]

~Barry~

It was, he decided, part of the job. Or at least a hazard of the job. There were always guests that arrived with an attitude of "Ignore the hired help". This one was one of them, obviously. She barely noticed him, spoke at him, and made it clear that he was little more than convenient muscle and transportation at the moment.

Still, it wasn't as terrible as some of his previous experiences. There had been the guy on the balloon bungee expedition that had refused to listen to his directions about windage, and had leaped from the leeward side of the gondola, since "the view's better on this side". He did get to see the view, up close and personal. Maybe a bit too personal, but what did he care now that he was in a coma?

He delivered her and her baggage to the hotel, then returned the Thing to the motor pool. With luck, there'd still be time for breakfast.

 

[Medieval-Man]

((OOC: Well... that's an.... interesting view of how a customer should be treated..... Dear god that would be funny though...

Barry: Sir, I really think you shouldn't sit at that area on the Gondola.
Rude Idiot: Oh shut it I'll be FIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiinnne..... *THWACK*))

 

[Vixandra]

Seraphina

The stables were well appointed, that was easy to see as we walked in. A sign to the side was posted saying that the next training lesson would be tommorow morning and that all guests had to take the training course or they couldn't ride.
"That's not fair," I groused, pouting a bit. I turned to look at Dean. "Any ideas on how to pass the evening?"
I knew I was flirting but couldn't help myself- he was so cute, in a lost hottie kind of way.

 

[Medieval-Man]

"Yeah I'm sure I can figure something out, how about we get some coffee and head back to my room and design you a program like Seraphim?" Dean suggested patting his laptop bag slung over his shoulder.

why did that sound like she wanted to sleep with me... Dean thought idly.

 

[stalwartone]

OOC- Quote-((OOC: Well... that's an....interesting view of how a customer should be treated..... Dear god that would be funny though...

Barry: Sir, I really think you shouldn't sit at that area on theGondola. Rude Idiot: Oh shut it I'll be FIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiinnne..... *THWACK*))

I actually got the idea from one of those "World's stupidest humans" shows. Some woman going bungee jumping actually relaxed the ties on her legs so she wouldn't "hurt her feet when the rope snapped tight". Rates up there with the guy who tried to show how tough he was by biting through a blasting cap.

IC-
~Barry~

He'd just about made it to the buffet line when he heard her voice behind him. It wasn't just the,"Oh, chauffer, chauffer!", it was the voice itself. She'd spoken to him, what, three times, during the trip in, yet the voice was unmistakable. What had happened, had she left a bag somewhere? With a faint wistful look to the hot tray, he turned around, pulling the "professional" face on, and recalling the name on the signboard.

"Yes? Ms... Lewis, I believe? How may I be of assistance?"

 

[Vixandra]

"Yeah I'm sure I can figure something out, how about we get some coffee and head back to my room and design you a program like Seraphim?" Dean suggested patting his laptop bag slung over his shoulder.

why did that sound like she wanted to sleep with me... Dean thought idly.

IC: "Yuck, coffee is the root of many evils," I said with a hiss. "Coke- that's a good thing. I'd love to head up to your room and design a program like Seraphim. Lets go run by my room so I can snag my lap top and we'll order room service from yours, seeing as all the food and drink is already paid for here."

OOC: Sorry about the absense all. Life should be more stable now though *prays*

 

[Medieval-Man]

Dean takes Seraphina's arm and walks her to her room at the Hotel, and then to his as they order a 2 liter of coke, and some chambagne to ease the icebreaking.

"Let me set up Cat-alyst, my Shoulder-Angel design program, now simple question, what do you want yours to be like, and also, what gender?" Dean asked, opening a set of ten boxes, allowing for multiple options, one of which reading *Genitalia Sprites*