Working Abroad (Closed)

[Wolk]

OOC: This is a private thread for Wolk and Alerdene. Please feel free to read along and offer your comments through PMs.

IC:

It was a cold, gray winter day over Toronto. Again. The wind off Lake Ontario stung, piercing clothes, pinching away at the skin with its cold, sharp fingernails. The choice one had was between dressing to look good and dressing to feel warm.

Steven Richard Flenner shook his head after coming indoors, making his short fair hair loose again after taking off his hat. He was a 24 year old guy, finishing his education. Just a short little time separated Steven from having the right to stick 'Dr' before his name. At first it excited him, but after so many years of working hard for this prize, the future suddenly looked boring and bleak. He would likely spend the rest of his days seeing and treating patients in this same city, which lately appeared to disintegrate into crime, smog and stink more and more. He even pondered the recruiters' offer to go to Royal Military College and become a medical officer. At least it could be fun.

That day a poster in the university's halls caught his attention. "Work Abroad!" It said. "See the world and get an exciting career!" Steven was all attention.

He dropped by the mentioned office later. It was just a regular small room with a desk and a leisurely working clerk - a middle-aged man with a large bold spot on top of his head. Steven sat down and introduced himself, asked what was available.

"We have an excellent opening for someone like you, actually." The clerk said with something that appeared to be almost like enthusiasm. "Tropico's government just put up a request for a doctor and you qualify nicely."

"Tropico?" Steven sat down and stretched his knowledge of geography, still unable to recall the place. The clerk helped him out.

"It's a third-world country. An island in Central America."

"Wait a minute," Steven interrupted. "A third-world country? You mean a mud-hut, civil-war, little-kids-dieing-of-hunger kind of third-world country?"

"No." The clerk said, giving him a smartass smirk. "It's the sandy-beaches, banana-palms, tanned-girls-in-bikinis, and icy-dinks-with-little-umbrellas kind of third-world country.

"I'm telling you, kid, it's a great place to go for six months. Pays really well, too. The place is a gold mine. Literally. Precious metals and jewelry are the biggest exports. Fifty grand for six months. That's a lot of money even here, and with local prices over there you'd be living like a king.

"Anyway, do you want it or not? I'm sure I'll have no trouble filling a sweet spot like this."

Steven pondered it for a little bit longer, reading the info package fully. It looked great. All of it. There had to be a catch, of course. Who would offer a six-figure salary to a fresh grad, especially in a third-world country?

"So it's a six-month contract and then I can go home with the money, no ifs, ands, or buts, right?"

The clerk just nodded.

"OK. I'm taking it."

"Good. The interview is next Friday at two. Right here."

Steven said good bye and left, pondering for the next few days what he was getting himself into. He researched the hell out of the place, but wasn't able to come up with much more than what was already in the info package. Finally, he shrugged it all off. With a salary like this, they're probably looking for someone especially good and he'd be axed during the interview anyway, he thought.

He was wrong. The interview passed very nicely. It was a videoconference established through the internet. The interviewer spoke with a Latin accent, but his English was perfect, as if he spoke it every day as well. As he explained, most Tropicans were bilingual. Steven thought he managed to impress the interviewer as far as professional knowledge went, and so was not surprised when he was told he was accepted at the end. It felt odd. Usually a successful interview ended with an offer being made, salary discussed. Here he was simply told that he won, as if it was some kind of a contest.

Two months after that interview, he was sitting in a green military helicopter as it buzzed over the Caribbean waves towards a growing strip of land in the distance. The diploma was in his chest pocket, the baggage was in the back of the chopper. Dr. Flenner was eager to start a new life and see his first patient.

Besides the two pilots, the helicopter carried only one other passenger. She was a pretty, young woman, professional just like Steven. They introduced themselves and chatted about all kinds of things, especially their expectations, during the long flight.

"Not long now." Steven noted, seeing the land in the distance.

The island soon grew impressively as the helicopter approached. A large mountain, obviously volcanic in origin, dominated the far right side. It sloped gently into hilly, heavily forested terrain, then into a low flatland, which came all the way to the shore and became a large, yellow strip of sand, regularly sprinkled by sparkling, rolling waves. From the air, it looked majestic and Steven leaned out of the window slightly to appreciate the sight better.

The helicopter flew over a modest city, complete with a tiny core of multi-storey apartment buildings and businesses, gorgeous green parks, which seemed a lot thicker and more opulent near the breathtakingly beautiful palace, which dominated the center. A large flag of blue, yellow, and green strips flew over it. Beyond the main city core was a belt of private houses, some of which looked absolutely beautiful as well. Farther yet the country began with its farms, ranches and country houses. Eventually, the country faded into the wild jungle and only here and there rising smoke hinted of human presence in logging camps, mines, or military outposts.

"President's palace." One of the pilots noted, catching Steven's eye on the gorgeous building with the national flag. "This is where we go."

"Why there?" Steven wondered.

"The President will welcome you." The pilot yelled back over the engines' noise as if it was normal for the head of state to greet every new worker.

Perhaps it was, Steve finally thought. The country was small. It consisted of just this one modest capital city and some small settlements here and there. The total population barely passed several tens of thousands. There wasn't even a senate or a parliament, he recalled from his studies. In essense, the President was like an elected chief of a tribe.

The helicopter touched down on a cutely hidden helipad among the large gardens and from there Steven and his female companion were led towards the palace by a pair of big, straight-backed guards, who wore camouflage uniforms and had assault rifles slung over their shoulders.

"Miss, Doctor." The senior of them nodded. "I am Captain Solidad, El Presidente's Garda. We have been expecting you."

They were led through white halls, then up the stairs until they came to doors of fine, solid wood, which looked they they cost a fortune. Two more Guards stood on either side of it. They saluted the Captain, who then sent them to announce the guests' arrival.

Soon, both foreigners were seated nicely in soft chairs and fresh ocean breeze blew their hair, breathing refreshment into them. In front of them at the table sat a smiling, laid back man. He was introduced as El Presidente Emilio Chavez, the ruler of Tropico for the last twenty years. The man must have been pushing fifty and his hair looked salted with greys, but he still looked very handsome and his smile made him even more attractive.

"Welcome to you both." He said warmly. "I am delighted to have you." He leaned forward a little. "We usually don't recruit overseas. You see, Tropico has very distinct cultural ways. It is sometimes hard for outsiders to understand. That's why in the past we prefered to send our local young to study for much needed high-tech professions, like yours. But," he opened his hands in a what-are-you-gonna-do jesture, "you can't plan for anything, and circumstances are such that we urgently at least two skilled workers in your fields.

"Please, don't take it as an insult or think I am trying to make you unwelcome. Quite the contrary! The extent of our cultural differences is merely something I have to mention since I want to be honest with you." He then lifted his finger. "I will prove to you that you are more than welcome here." He said. "You have both signed contracts for six months and, of course, you will be free to go then if you wish. But, I have not lined up anybody to replace you with. If at any point you wish to become Tropican citizens and live with us longer, I will sign your papers and my heart will be full of joy."

A Guard entered again. This one was a tall, fiery man with deeply tanned skin and shining black hair. He looked very attractive and could challenge any male Latin star off American TV. He leaned over, holding out a glass with a cool strawberry-colored drink for the woman next to Steven.

"Senorita." He said in his soft, but deep voice, and smiled at her as she took the glass.

"Senor." He said to Steven as he handed him a similar glass.

"Doctor." El Presidente corrected.

"My apologies, Doctor." The Guard said passionately. Steven shrugged it off and told the man to think nothing of it.

El Presidente said something to the Guard and he walked out. A few moments later he returned with another soldier, a woman. She was tanned and dark as well, with right, strong facial features. Her impressive bust pushed out the tightly stretched uniform as did her firm, high ass. She, too, had an AK slung over her shoulder, which strangely did not take away from her feminine charm.

"These are Sergeants Raul Alvarez and Maria de la Concha." El Presidente introduced the man and woman. "They will be your escorts while you are with us." He raised a hand, preempting questions.

"I know it is unusual, my friends. It is a sad fact that I have to face, but we do have a few bad apples and snakes in our paradise. They are rebels who would like to violently displace me and take power for themselves. The danger is very small, but they just might see you as a means to hurt me. The Guards will see to it that it doesn't happen, and," he smiled, "it would be convenient for you to have some trusted people around, whom you can ask about our country, who can tell you of our traditions. They are both very good people. I'm sure you will get along well."

Steven just nodded. It still was bothering him, but there was nothing more he could say or do.

"There is one more thing I'll have to give you my apologies about." The leader continued. "The houses that were being built for you have fallen a little bit behind schedule and one of them is still not quite finished. I'm afraid you will both have to live in the one that is completed for now... I can assure you it is more than spacious enough to comfortably accomodate both of you, your servants and your escorts. Again, take my apologies." The President put a hand onto his chest in a sincere jesture and Steven lifted his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Our servants?"

"Yes, of course!" Their host smiled. "We couldn't expect important people like you to look after your own houses and gardens, to cook your meals and wash your clothes. There are servants for that." He paused. "And, of course, for any other need you might have..."

There was a silence for a while, as the foreigners pondered for a little bit what was said so far. Meanwhile, El Presidente stood up and shook their hands again.

"It has been a great pleasure to meet you both. If you have any other questions, Raul and Maria will be happy to help you. They will be with you day and night for all your needs, so if there is anything at all you wish, let them know."

With that they were escorted out by their two guards. They were led out of the palace and into a military Jeep, which, in turn drove them through the busy city streets towards their newly built house. In less than fifteen minutes they were there.

The house was lovely. It had an impressive facade, complete with two towers on each end and a balcony, which ran along the entire second floor. Inside, it looked even better. Everything was spotless, clean and white, the feeling of an airy atmosphere filling the rooms. Lovely furniture and sculptures decorated the rooms and everything was equipped by the highest standards. It was large, too. No room felt cramped and the number of rooms made it seem like the house was a massive palace.

Steven looked at the woman he was going to share it with, wide-eyed. The place looked like a dream come true. And that president fellow apologized about it!

His eyes were drawn to an opening door as a muscular young man with the Latin features Steven was getting used to entered the room. He wore jeans and a thin, white undershirt, which clinged to his well-developed, well-tanned body and showed off bronze biceps and strong arms covered with a thin layer of black fur.

"Ah! Good evening. Welcome home." He smiled. "I am Ricky, the butler. I look after the house and garden and do anything else you might need. At your service any time."

"Nice to meet you, Ricky." Steven nodded. "I'm Doctor Flenner." He tried to hide his surprise, which grew every minute. Whatever he imagined Tropico to be like, the reality certainly defied all expectations.

"Well, Ricky. If you'd show me to the bathroom..." Steve said. "We all need to wash away the travel dust. Then I will be in my room."

After a good, hot shower, Steven was shown to the room he was going to temporarily stay in. It was quite nice, had a large bed and expensive-looking furniture.

"I'm sorry, Senor, this isn't quite the best room in the house, but the master bedroom was given to Senorita, as this house was ment to be hers..."

Steven just laughed. He compared this to the dorm room he left behind not so long ago. This room was nothing short of opulent in his eyes.

"It's great." He smiled. "Don't worry about it. I'll just unpack my things."

 

[Alerdene]

She checked herself in the mirror one last time before she left, her light blue eyes sparkling as she perused herself. Shrugging, she figured it would have to do. The suit skirt was a bit short, but the overall effect was still quite professional. Her long legs were shown nicely in the skirt, the jacket hid her ample cleavage, though hints were there. Her copper hair was swept up to the back of her head, in an understated twist, a few tendrils escaping to frame her heart shaped face.

Grabbing her bag, she closed the door and let out a soft laugh. Goodbye Chicago! She'd be back she supposed, in six months or so, but for now, Goodbye. And good riddance! Sitting in the cab, she let her mind run over the last year. The wonderful way it had started... and the fiasco it had fallen into.

She'd graduated near the top of her class. Only 5 higher then her. From Harvard Law. It was a dream come true. She had so many recruitment offers being thrown at her that she could barely breathe. And she made the wrong choice. A very wrong choice. Instead of going with her gut feeling and the smaller firm in New York, she chose the limelight. The biggest and the best. Yeah right. She'd let the offer of wealth and power blind her, sending her to Chicago to work for Wales, Lawson & Smith. Only the best Law Firm in the country. And she would be working direction with Mr Lawson, a top partner! Her first year out.

She laughed out loud again, her always pouty lips curling up into a grin as the cab driver glanced back at her, his eyes taking in the long expanse of leg she was showing.

Her first year had started out like she knew it would. Working sixteen hour days, barely sleeping, her excitement growing and growing. Mr. Lawson had been quite impressed with her, or so he'd said. She'd had a sneaking feeling that it was her body he was impressed with however, as he took any chance he could to cop a feel here or there. She didn't care though, as long as he didn't get out of hand. She was too excited to be there. Until he brought her in on his top client. Nothing exciting, mostly just filing and billing, but she was there time and time again when Mr. Siglia would visit. Which was her downfall.

There was no warning, simply the police bursting into the office one day while Mr. Siglia was there. Everyone was arrested, though the attorneys were eventually let go. She supposed had she been from Chicago originally that the name Siglia should have rung bells for her. She'd known he was a little shady, but had no idea of the magnitude of that shadiness. The headlines the next day were scathing. Crime Boss of Chicago Taken Down in Lawyer's Office. She'd nearly had a coronary sitting in jail as she read it.

Everyone that had ever touched Mr. Siglia's files were instantly unemployed. And unemployable apparently as she searched and searched for a job. Anything. Nobody would touch her. She was 26 and jobless... with no prospects. She'd been about to head home to New York with her head between her tail, when she'd seen the add for Tropico. The government was looking for an attorney, and apparently her limited experience didn't scare them off a bit. Nor did her previous employer. She had no idea what she'd be doing, they were intentionally vague in her interview... but she knew it was outside the US's jurisdiction, so she didn't really care anymore. A job was a job, and it was on a tropical island. Perhaps she'd even be able to go on a date. Something she hadn't had time for in the last... too many years to think about.

So here she was. Climbing into a helicopter in her short suit, fiery, copper hair flying wildly as it came loose from it's twist. The only other passenger was a young man that she'd guess to be a year or two younger then herself. He was quite friendly and she was content to chat amiably with him about their upcoming 'adventure'.

Her breath was taken away as they flew over the island and her aimless chatter died off as she strained to look out the window on her side and see everything she possibly could. She'd never traveled anywhere and the sight from the sky was breathtaking. Suddenly embarrassed that she was acting like a five year old, she pulled back and glanced at her traveling companion. Grinning suddenly as she saw his form leaning out his own window to look. Taking a moment, her eyes were drawn over his body, rather nice from what she could see, before she finally went back to her own window. Biting her lip, she tried not to laugh as she realized she really needed some relaxation more then she had known.

As they landed, her eyes widened as she noticed their escorts had guns... rather large guns, casually slung over their shoulder. Her posture stiffened somewhat as they were led towards the palace, her eyes never straying far from the guns. What had she gotten herself into now.

She relaxed a bit as they were settled in a lovely room, the President not keeping them waiting at all. She listened to his explanations even as she took in the tiniest details around her, unaccustomed to being in such surroundings. He had just mentioned something about citizenship when a man walked in, drinks in hand, though he was obviously a guard of some sort too. The drinks however, were not what her attention was drawn to. It was all she could do not to stare as he handed her a drink, his eyes lingering on hers for a moment too long, her cheeks flushing as she took it and pulled her eyes away. The man could be a movie star and he probably wouldn't even have to speak. He could just stand there looking pretty and women would throw their money at him. She took a drink to keep from laughing outloud again. Her eyes were drawn upward when a female double of the man walked in, nearly as perfect as her male counterpart. It was all she could do then to stifle a sigh, feeling downright frumpy next to the startling attractive guards.

She managed to focus her attention back on the President about the time he mentioned something about servants. Oh way to go Ami, star-struck over the guards and you missed something already. At the same time as her flight partner, she managed a surprised,

Servants?

Flashing him a smile, she listened in varying degrees of disbelief as the servants were explained. Still somewhat disbelieving and convinced that perhaps they had the wrong woman, she allowed herself to be escorted to a Jeep outside and driven through the city to what in her eyes, seemed to be another palace of sorts. They were met at the front door by the butler. The butler! She gave him a dazzling smile as he introduced himself to them both. She followed her companion's introduction by a brief one of her own.

Ami. Ami Tanner. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you Ricky.

She nodded her agreement when the young Doctor suggested that perhaps they could be shown a place to clean up and then their rooms. She followed a step or two behind as Ricky took off at a brisk pace, dropping the Doctor at a door and motioning her to continue after him. She gave her companion a small wave as she continued on, watching him disappear into the door he'd been left at.

Expecting to be taken to a bathroom, she was surprised when Ricky threw open a set of double doors at the end of a long hall. Stepping inside, her eyes widened as a huge suite was open before her. She glanced at him questioning, and he grinned, one of his hands going to the small of her back and giving her a little push inside before letting her go.

It's yours Senorita. This was meant to be your house, but the Doctor's is not quite ready yet. This is the master suite, so you shall have it. He'll be given a very suitable room in the other wing. I assure you there's more then enough room for you both until his house is completed.

He stood with his hands behind his back as she looked around, a small sitting room area to the right, a huge bed to the left, the biggest closet she'd ever seen, and a bathroom. She had her own bathroom, one that was nearly bigger then her entire apartment in Chicago. Her eyes sparkling she spun back to Ricky, grinning at him.

This is more then sufficient Ricky. It's just stunning! And I'm sure there's more then enough room for forty people in this house, much less two. It's wonderful.

He smiled at her as he backed out the doorway, insisting that if she needed anything, she could just push the small button on the bedside table. It would buzz his and the other servant's quarters and someone would be right there to see to her every need. The deep richness of his voice was doing something to her insides and she was almost glad when the door closed behind him... thinking to herself that she really needed to get a hold on her emotions before her new roommate thought she was a sex-crazed maniac.

The moment the door closed, she was jumping onto the huge bed and sinking into it with the glee of a child. Once she'd looked around the entire room thoroughly, seeing her bags set inside the closet, she decided cleaning up was in order. One long, hot shower later, and she was feeling much more herself. She dressed, in black shorts and a tank, her long damp hair falling around her shoulders as she opened the door to her room. She had no idea what was expected of her for the moment, and she just couldn't bring herself to hit the buzzer. She wasn't sure if she'd ever manage that or not, she was too used to doing things herself. She put on the barest of make up and decided to go exploring until she figured out the lay of things.

Walking out into the hall, barefoot, she glanced both directions, having absolutely no idea which way to go. Way to go Ami, lost in your own house. You are the coolest. Shrugging, she wandered down the long hall and took a right, looking for anything that looked familiar. It couldn't be that big of a house.... could it?

She poked around looking for the kitchen or living room, any sort of common areas, but was about to give up when she thought she at least heard something. Unsure if she should knock or just go in, she finally gave a small knock as she opened what she thought was the door that led into the living room. The door was only halfway open when she heard someone speak, and she laughed, pushing it open even further before she looked, her voice sounding soft and shy,

It's just me, Ami. I'm ashamed to say I wasn't paying much attention to how we got to my room, and I've managed to get lost.... Oh!

Her chatter stopped suddenly as she realized she was still lost and had just barged in on her travelling companion, his hair still wet and curling around his neck. Spots of rose suddenly erupted on her ivory skin as he looked at her, surprise on his face.

Oh gosh. I'm so sorry Doctor! Please forgive me, I don't usually go barging into people's rooms, but I was looking for the kitchen... for a snack, and I just got turned around, I'm so sorry!

 

[Wolk]

Fresh out of the shower and with a towel around his waist, Steven went about unpacking his luggage. There wasn't a lot, and what was there now seemed next to useless. He packed somewhat like a tourist, taking all kinds of necessities with him, but now, it seemed, everything imaginable was provided for him. Clothes were the only thing he was glad he took. That, and a few personal items. All the rest, even toothbrushes, he might as well have tossed out of the helicopter's side door as they were flying over the Caribbean waves.

The room felt too quiet for him suddenly. Steven wasn't used to having so much space to himself. After years of college life, it became the norm to have somebody around, either in the same room or beyond a thin wall of the dorm room.

He scanned the room and nodded with satisfaction when his eyes paused in turn on the radio, the TV set, and the nice, modern music center with massive speakers. He came over and turned on the TV, which instantly filled the room with the sounds of fast, hot Latin beats. He didn't recognize any of the sexy artists on the screen, who moved their perfectly athletic bodies to the rythm of the dance. For a while, Steven watched them, then switched channels. He skipped Spanish-language ones, not knowing much more than 'hola' in that language. Fairly soon he stumbled onto an English-language news program and left it on, figuring it will not hurt to start learning what his new country for the next six months lived and breathed.

The program struck him as rather one-side from what he saw. The attractive anchorman with a firm voice seemed to have kept putting a slight spin on every story to make the President, whose face flashed on the screen quite often, appear in a better light. Steven just shrugged with a philosopher's indifference. It wasn't that much different than what some American stations did, spinning for their President or the Canadian ones for the Prime Minister, except that here it seemed a more pronounced and shamelessly one-sided.

Steven scoffed lightly when he saw the name of the next program appear. "Viva El Presidente," said massive letters on the screen. He knew enough of the language to figure out what that ment. "Hello, Goebbels," Steven said softly just as the door behind him opened a touch. He turned around just as his companion barged in, she immediately looking embarrased by the accident. He smiled and waved her appologies off.

"It's nothing, Ami. Please come in. It's your house, after all." He chuckled. "I was about to go look for a common room myself. Just give me a few minutes to dress and we'll put our heads together charting this palace."

He disappeared in his fairly modest, when compared to the master bedroom's, closet and changed the towel for some more decent clothes. A green T-shirt that complimented his eyes and long olive shorts that ended below his knees made him look decent. He took out a small piece of silver jewelry and put it around his neck on top of his shirt. Sandals onto his feet and Steven was ready to go.

Steven opened the door for the copper-haired woman, stealing a glance at her behind, clad nicely in fairly tight black shorts. He hid a small smile, feeling attracted to her. They walked further down the hall, in the direction Ricky originally led them from. The house wasn't too massive and after just one turn they saw the stairs, which led them down to the familiar hall with the front door.

"There we are." Steven said with satisfaction. "Now, we got a fifty percent chance of going towards the kitchen." He noted as they were faced with two halls, each leading to the different wing of the house. Eventually, he shrugged and just picked one randomly.

The beautiful carpet on the floor muffled their steps somewhat and they didn't see a small woman no older than 19 in a maid's outfit until they rounded the corner and nearly bumped into each other with her. She squealed quietly in surprise, then blushed cutely.

"You... you must be the masters that just arrived." She finally said. "Forgive me, I am Nina." She bowed, trying to balance the tray she she was carrying as she did it.

"No problem, Nina." Steven smiled comfortingly at her. "Hey, can you show us to the kitchen?"

"Of course, Senor." She bowed again. "Please, come this way."

Much to Steven's shame the maid led them right back through the hall they came from to the front door. A short walk later they were in the kitchen. By now, Steven expected something extraordinary everywhere, so he was genuinely surprised when the room they ended up in turned out to be not much more than a typical home kitchen back home. There was a stove, of course, and other appliances, along with a window, which led to the large and opulently decorated dining room. Suddenly it struck him why this was so ordinary. It was ment for servants, not masters. He smiled at the realization, suddenly feeling important and pampered.

"Nina, anything we can grab to eat around here?" He asked.

"Dinner will be served at six. Only half an hour from now." She curtsied. "If you wish, I can make sandwiches right now."

Steven nodded and asked that she does and in a few minutes he and Ami sat at the dining doom table, a plate with fast food before them and two glasses of some cool fruit drink in their hands. He bit into the bread, cheese and meat hungrily, having last eaten on the airplane somewhere over the US. He looked at Ami.

"Feels like such a different place, doesn't it?" He struck up a conversation. They were both quite impressed by what went on around them. "They treat us almost like royalty and we're just a doctor and a lawyer."

"Ah, but that is because your home countries do not recognize what important people doctors and lawyers are. If you don't mind my saying..." It was Raul, the devilishly handsome soldier attached to the pair as a bodyguard.

"You see, Senior Doctor, there is a very rigid social structure in our country. It isn't based on birth rights, but on education and skill. You are very near the top of this structure. Only the President himself, his senior advisors and ministers are above you. And, who knows, maybe you will eventually be among those senior advisors and ministers as well."

"I see." Steven nodded, slowly, trying to take in what was said. He looked at Ami, wanting to see how she took the surprising news, but the gorgeous Raul seemed to have the ability to make any woman melt in his presence. Steven smiled discreetly. He probably didn't look much better with that mindblowing hottie Maria around.

The time flew quickly as they chatted and soon it was time to eat dinner. The peculiar thing about the tropics was the speed with which the sun dropped over the horizon. Just half an hour ago it still looked quite high, but now it was already dark outside, only rare street lights and windows piercing the darkness.

The entire population of the house gathered for dinner. The place at the head of the large table was left for Ami. To her right sat Ricky, as the man who managed the house for her. To her left was Steven, next to whom sat Maria, opposing Raul. Nina, the maid, flew about the table lightly and served the food, took away plates, made sure everybody's glasses were full.

The food was wonderful. It started with hot, steaming corn bread, baked flat and round. In it was wrapped specially cooked meat with a sauce so good that one felt like licking his fingers after finishing eating. It was followed by a duck, or some other bird that looked like it. It was baked whole and decorated with lovely fake feathers so expertly that it looked almost alive. Nina cleaved the bird expertly and everyone recieved one of the a tasty pieces, none of which contained a single bone. Finally, there was a freshly opened bottle of French wine, and one of excellent local rum.

The conversation flowed nicely over the food and wine. Their hosts, or rather, the servants and guards attached to them, were very cheerful and chatty. Raul was surprised to learn neither of them knew where exactly they were supposed to work yet. He told them that he and Maria were to escort the Doctor to the clinic in a nearby wealthy district of the suburbs and Seniorita Tanner to the Foreign Affairs Ministry downtown. Presumably, this is where they would work.

Naturally, both Steven and Ami flooded the locals with questions about those places. They didn't learn too much however. The clinic Steven was to go to was one of the three in Tropico, each of which had a staff of just two people. In addition to those there was a modest main hospital downtown. The Foreign Ministry was a small two-storey building not far from the palace they've been to. It employed about half a dozen beurocrats and lawyers, whose job it was to represent the country in various international disputes, to look through and write out all legal contracts and treaties between Tropico and other nations.

 

[Alerdene]

She couldn't help but look him over as he turned to the closet in search of clothes. The towel was wrapped tightly around him and from what she could see, he was very much in shape. She blushed again and turned away as he disappeared, only to reappear a moment later, dressed as casually as she.

She was more then happy to let him have a go at the numerous halls that she'd wandered around aimlessly and had to supress a grin as the maid they'd nearly run over turned them around and marched them straight to the kitchen. She groaned to herself as she realized she'd probably walked down the same hall three times earlier without realizing it. If she wasn't careful they'd begin to wonder exactly what sort of lawyer they had hired... one that couldn't find her way around a house!

Agreeing enthusiastically, she bit into the sandwich that was set in front of her, relishing the sharp cheese and savory meat. Nodding at his statement about them being treated like royalty, she grinned.

Yeah, if my old job had the same attitude they do, I'd have been living like a Queen long ago. I think I could get used to this rather quickly.

She listened to Raul as he had come up behind them and begun explaining the reason they were treated as they were. Her head was shaking of it's own volition, still not quite able to believe they had the right people. Even as she tried to listen to his words though, she found herself once again distracted by the pure pheromones the man put off merely when he stepped in the room. Glancing up at Steven once, she blushed furiously when he gave her a small smile and looked away. The man seriously was going to think she had no brains at all if she didn't watch herself.

Dinner gave her something she was able to focus on, rather then the extremely attractive company she was surrounded with, the good Doctor included in that company. As they ate and talked about the area, she couldn't help but sneak glances at him, wondering why he was here, what he was expecting to get out of the experience, if he had a girlfriend. Biting the inside of her cheek, she managed to get her mind off of that particular thought as well, allowing another healthy dose of wine to be poured into her glass.

Sipping it, she nodded at the description of the buildings they were to work at, figuring it would be much the same as any other government building. Vinyl couches, bad coffee, filing cabinets you had to curse at to open. Chuckling to herself, she shook her head when Raul asked if she had anymore questions about her job.

No no, I'm sure I'll have lots of questions tomorrow, but you've all been more then helpful getting us settled in today.

She watched as the remnants of dinner were cleared, feeling conspicuously empty handed... the one time she tried to stand and help the maid nearly laughed at her, explaining it was not her place to do such mundane tasks. Shrugging, she sat again, helping herself to another glass of wine as she listened to Steven talk to Raul and Maria. Thinking to herself she needed to be careful, the last thing she needed was to start her first day at work hung over.

Standing slowly, she stretched languidly and announced that if it was allowed, she was going to take a quick walk around the gardens before she retired for the evening, wanting to take advantage of the lovely night air... such a contrast to the frigid smog of Chicago.

Anyone want to join me? Be sure I don't get lost?

Her voice was teasing as she finished her wine and walked towards the door that she was 80% sure headed towards the veranda she'd seen earlier.

 

[Wolk]

Raul jumped up from his chair almost the very instant Ami finished talking about going for a walk in the gardens. His military-straight stance put a touch of envy into Steven. He wasn't out of shape by any means, but the kind of back Raul had only have came from years of military service.

"Certainly, Senorita!" Raul said in his smooth and captivating, but still powerful voice. "I will be delighted to show you around your new garden."

In a moment he was already by Ami's chair and offering her a hand to help her up in a gentleman-like manner. They walked out, hearing Steven and one of the staff wish them a nice walk.

The garden was nice, if a little dark at this time to fully appreciate its colourful beauty. It was young, having been planted at the same time as the house was built, which happened very recently. The bushes looked usual, but the trees were mere saplings, few taller than six feet in height. Still, it looked pretty and the night air was unspoiled by pollution or even mosquitos. The garden was not very large. After all, the house wasn't quite a palace, but it was big enough to create a sense of seclusion, if that's what one was looking for.

Raul led her to a bench opposing a nice, if not overly large, fountain. They sat, his hand still touching hers, his presence felt even if he didn't speak much.

Meanwhile, Steven and others kept the conversation going. He noticed that none of them moved to excuse themselves even as the dinner entered its second hour. Soon, a suspicion started to develop that they weren't allowed to by some protocol. He asked it openly and got a straight answer. Yes, it was considered impolite for them to leave the table before him. Steven waved his hand, smiling.

"I'm sorry to have kept you so long." He said, standing up. "It's time for me to excuse myself. I need a good rest before tomorrow."

"Of course, Doctor." Ricky nodded. He turned to Nina. "Please escort Doctor to his room, my dear." He said.

Steven was sure he would've found it on his own by now, but saw no reason to struggle agaisnt the customs of this land. If his status ment she had to lead him to his room, he'd let it happen.

"Thank you, Nina." He smiled when they were in his room. "Good night."

Steven went into the bathroom without looking back and waiting for her to leave the room. He took a long, warm shower, relaxing his body, preparing it for the night's rest. Once finished, he walked back out, a towel wrapped around his waist the only thing making him decent. To his surprise, Nina was still where he left her. Steven looked at her, puzzled.

"Nina. Is there something else?" He asked, trying to sound as nice as possible.

"I... I thought I might take a shower." She answered, as if a little shy. That puzzled Steven even more.

"Don't you have a shower in your room?" He wondered aloud, then quickly it hit him. His was a high-class room; a servant's quarters might be tiny and uncomfortable. The girl just wants a decent shower, he thought. "Oh, sure. Go right ahead, Nina." He said, giving her a smile and a sweeping, inviting jesture.

He got under the blanket and laid back, but it wasn't two minutes later that the water in the shower stopped. Soon, Nina came back out. Fully naked, her wet body shining. She looked straight at him and didn't even try to hide herself, her perky breasts with firm, brown nipples looking at him and the cute little triangle of black hair between her legs making his manhood stir.

"I didn't find a towel in there and I thought I might use yours." She smiled seductively as she approached the bed.

She reached under the blanket and found the towel around his hips, pulled it off. As she did so, he felt her hands paying more than decent attention to his privates, his penis starting to fill and grow harder.

"Um, Nina... I... I don't think that's such a good idea." He forced out of him, caught completely off guard by all this. She pouted.

"Don't you like it, Doctor?" Her hands began caressing his cock under the blanket and Steven moaned. He was a sucker for handjobs and the young maid's hands were so soft and delicate despite all the work she did.

"No, oh... yes. No, please. Nina, stop!" The shreds of his intelligence managed as he pushed her hands away. "Look, I'm sure you're a great girl, but I don't need a girlfriend right now. I got a lot on my plate. OK? Maybe a little later."

"Tomorrow, yes?" She nodded, but Steven shook his head.

"No, not tomorrow... Are you OK, sweetie?"

She clearly wasn't. She was sobbing as she ran back to the bathroom and put her uniform back on.

"I'm sorry, Doctor..." She cried softly as she got out of the room, her light footsteps patting on the floor. Steven sighed deeply. Why did this shit always have to happen to him? There he is, not even one day into his new life yet and already having hurt some poor girl. It wasn't as though he was trying to seduce her and break her heart, he tried to comfort himself.

Little did he know that the visit had nothing to do with Nina's feelings for him. It was merely the norm that higher ups took sexual liberties with their subordinates. And certainly, he would be laughing hard if he could see the expression on Ami's face when Ricky the butler made a similar visit to her bedroom that night.

 

[Alerdene]

Smiling as Raul joined her, she followed him outside through the garden, inhaling deeply, the tropical surroundings a first for her. It was quite dark, but she didn't care, she walked happily, occasionally saying something to Raul, who was quite content to just walk silently next to her. At one point she glanced to the gun over his shoulder and pointed to it, the wine she'd imbibed making her a bit more daring then normal.

So... do you actually need that out here? Am I in danger in the garden Raul?

She allowed him to lead her to a bench, sitting down, trying to clear the fuzziness the wine had created as she waited for him to answer.

Of course not Senorita. It's merely a precaution. It's my duty to protect you and Doctor Flenner and I've no intention of being remiss in my duties. If it bothers you, I can get someone else to escort you?

No, no, don't be silly. I apologize, I'm just not used to guns is all. It's fine.

Smiling at him, she leaned back against the bench, her eyes closing for a moment, the peacefulness of the garden relaxing her. It took a few minutes for her to realize his hand was still on hers, but she made no move to withdraw. She didn't wish to insult him, perhaps they were merely a more touchy-feely sort of people here.

When her head stopped it's slight spinning, she sat up and thanked him.

Thank you Raul, but I should get inside and let you get back to.... whatever it is you do at night.

He chuckled at her and nodded, leading the way once again, his hand warm against hers as they walked back inside.

You remember the way to your room this time Senorita? Or shall I call Ricky to show you?

Blushing, she shook her head quickly, walking towards the hallway.

I've got it now, but thanks for asking. See you tomorrow Raul.

She was acutely aware of his gaze on her as she walked off, the entire backside of her body was burning by the time she turned the corner and stopped. Taking a deep breath, she laughed at herself.

Ami you nerd, he's a guard. His interest is merely in keeping you safe and keeping his job. Stop making things what they aren't.

Shaking her head, she padded down the hall and turned to the right, pleased to see her set of double doors at the end. She'd gotten it right this time, she wouldn't have to be rescued again.

Looking around, she grinned as it hit home. This was her house! These were her rooms! For six months at least. She lived like a princess! Giggling, she wiggled her toes in the plush carpet and walked into the bathroom. Washing her face and running a comb through her now dry and rather wild hair, she stripped her shorts and tank off, folding them and setting them on the counter. Walking into the main room in a black bra and thong, she nearly jumped out of her skin when a soft cough hit her ears.

Her head flying up, her entire body turning pink as she saw the overly attractive Ricky standing there, his eyes lowered as his presence was noticed. Looking down at herself, she nearly died, throwing open the closet door and grabbing a short robe that was hanging there. The fact that it wasn't hers had no bearing, it was better then standing in front of the butler in a bra and panties. Tying it in front of her, she noticed it wasn't really much better. It was a sheer white material that didn't do much to cover anything, in fact, it almost enhanced the view.

Her arms crossed in front of her, she managed a smile.

Ricky?

He looked up then, not attempting to hide the look he sent traveling up her body. A look that made goosebumps break out on her arms and a sharp inhalation as she took a step backwards involuntarily.

Forgive me Senorita, I knocked, but there was no answer. I thought perhaps you were not back from your walk yet and was going to turn down your bed for you.

He walked to the bed and did just that, quickly arranging the blankets and sheets and fluffing the pillow before turning back to her, walking towards her, his eyes meeting hers.

Still blushing, she forced her arms down to a casual stance. It wasn't any worse then her swimsuit for goodness sakes.

It's alright, you just startled me. I didn't hear you come in.

Glancing towards the bed in amusement, she continued,

But please don't feel as if you have to pamper me this much. My goodness, my head will explode if I don't have something left to do for myself.

He grinned at her as he stepped even closer, only an inch or two taller then her own tall frame. His voice was close to her ear as he spoke softly,

But Senorita, it's my job to pamper you. To... take care of you. And might I say, you look lovely this evening.

As he spoke, he circled her, his hand coming up trail along her collarbone and behind her down her back, the sensation freezing her momentarily. When she finally forced herself to breath, she laughed nervously, taking a step away from him, not realizing she went closer to the bed.

Ahhh, ummmm, I.... thank you.

Smiling, his eyes crinkling devilishly, he followed her, grinning as she stepped backwards again, the back of her legs hitting the bed unexpectedly and causing her to sit down with a squeal of surprise. Laughing, he sat next to her, his lips going to her neck, layering a line of light kisses down towards her collarbone. Her breath caught in her throat and for a brief moment her hand went up and toyed with his hair before she realized what she was doing. She had to live here. With these people. For six months. What the hell was she doing.

Pushing him backwards, she stood suddenly, putting a serious look on her face. For some reason, the thought that she should be frightened... a strange male in her room making advances while she was nearly naked... never entered her mind.

Ricky, I.. I'm sorry. If I led you on in any way, I didn't mean to.

He immediately stood, his face as serious as hers as he regarded her, his head cocked to the side a bit as he looked at her quizzically.

You do not desire me Senorita? Shall I send in Raul?

Smiling slightly he continued,

Or perhaps Nina is more to your liking? Or Maria? I can get any of them... if they are not previously engaged that is.

Her face was horrified as her hand went to her mouth to cover the look. What had she done. What sort of image had she projected that the man was offering himself and his colleagues up to her on a platter as if she merely needed to ring a bell. Realizing he was about to hit the buzzer, she understood that's exactly what he meant. Jumping to grab his arm, she shook her head wildly.

NO!

At his look of confusion, she managed a small smile.

I don't want anyone else. I mean.. Oh, geez. You're very attractive Ricky. Don't take me the wrong way... but.. but I didn't mean to lead you on. Really. But I don't want anyone else.

Understand that she was just making things worse, she took a deep breath, trying to form clear sentences as well as slow her wildly beating heart.

I just need to sleep. I've a new job to start tomorrow and I drank a little much apparently. So... I'm flattered.. really.. but no.

Smiling at her suddenly, he nodded his head.

You are tired. Of course. How rude of me to not think of that. You've only just arrived after all. Please call me if you need anything Senorita. Anything at all. You will feel better tomorrow.

He leaned forward and gave her a light kiss on the corner of her mouth before disappearing out the room, leaving her standing in a daze. Sinking down onto the bed, she collapsed in a heap of laughter. She'd nearly let herself be seduced by the butler. What was she thinking! And seriously, what had she said to make him think she might want someone else. Or anyone. The wine. It had to be the wine. She'd been tired and drank too much wine. No more she promised herself.

Crawling up to the top of the bed, she shrugged the robe off and pulled the light sheet over her bra and panties, too tired to look for her gown. Her fingers unconsiously ran over the line that his mouth followed earlier and she stifled a groan. If she admitted it to herself, the last thing she had wanted to do was stop him. What was wrong with her! Forcing her eyes closed, she found herself thinking of Steven. What horrible things he would think if he found out she'd apparently been leading the staff on. With a promise to herself to act much more professionally around them, she drifted off into a light sleep.

 

[Wolk]

Steven's sleep was rather restless that night. The little happening with Nina has unsettled him. He had dreams. Silly ones, they nonetheless appeared very real and scary to the dormant brain at night. He saw in those dreams Nina coming back to his bedroom under the cover of night. She had a rope, which she tied him to the bed with, then took his cock into her hands just like she did before and fondled him until he was fully hard and leaking precum.

"You know you want me." She said in a surprisingly firm voice. "Don't fight it." With that she sunk herself onto him, lodging his cock inside of her velvety pussy.

Just as she did, the doors to his room burst open and the entire staff of the house and Ami all entered. They each shouted something scolding at him as they pulled Nina off him and the two soldiers dragged him towards a stake that for some reason stood in the corner of the bedroom in his dreams. They tied him to it and the fire at the bottom of it began to grow quickly as they all looked on and laughed.

He awakened with a soft groan of horror, hot and having tossed around so much that the blanket was now tied around his body pretty tightly. Ricky shook his shoulder and smiled.

"Good morning, Doctor." He said. "The nights here are usually warm. You shouldn't have used such a heavy blanket."

Steven laughed softly and shook his head. What a silly dream it now appeared to be. He inquired the time time of Ricky and after learning it was only seven sent him away, promising to come down for breakfast in a little while. They were to leave at eight thirty, the butler told him.

Once he left, Steven took a shower, shaved and did the rest of his ritual, refreshing in the morning. He missed his weights here, but, of course, he couldn't have packed the iron into his travel bags. He'd figure something out, he decided, just not in very the first days. Dressed in his dark, professional pants and a white, well-ironed shirt, which he found in the closet, Steven came down to the dining room, where everybody, but Ami were already assembled.

They chatted a little about this and that until Ami came down, everybody wishing the Doctor a good first day. Once everyone was assembled, they attacked breakfast, which Nina expertly served. That morning they had light, but wonderfully tasty and succulent sea food. There were shrimp, a big, red lobster, all of it with a variety of amazing sauces and unusual, but tasty, freshly baked corn bread.

"Senorita, Doctor. We must go now, or we will be late." Raul said, although he made no attempt to get up from the table as he did and Steven recalled yesterday's chat about local manners. He pondered for a moment if he was allowed to get up on his own either, or if he counted as Ami's subordinate, being a guest in her house. Suddenly, he didn't like the thought all that much. He could bear having to bow to the few locals who were above him according to the structure, but Ami was somehow different. Perhaps it was because she came from the same culture as he did and it would be as awkward for her as for him. Regardless, he got up, looking around the table and paying particular attention to everyone's expression. To his delight, Steven saw nothing that would suggest his action was wrong. He smiled to himself. That ment he and Ami counted as equals.

As he stood, so did others, and in a few minutes he, Ami, and their two guards, whom Hollywood must really miss, were in the Jeep. During the short drive to the Clinic, Steven chatted with Ami about what had happened, avoiding the part about Nina, nor trying to pry into her night time adventures. As the Jeep stopped, he squeezed her hand and smiled with true sympathy.

"Good luck with your first day, Ami." He said, then jumped off, Maria getting off with him.

He examined the building with interest. It looked quite large from the outside - certainly far larger than he could imagine a clinic with a staff of two to be. It was beige, with only one floor, not counting the basement. A large red cross was on its wall and a plaque proclaiming what the building was hung by the invitingly opened door.

They came inside and were immediately greeted by a woman in a white robe behind the desk. Maria introduced them, naming the woman Isabella Luanda, the nurse. Isabella was in her mid-thirties by the looks of it and very easy on the eye, as women here tended to be. She was pretty, dark-haired, and even the loose medical robe couldn't hide the swell of her large breasts. Steven had to struggle to tear his eyes off her goodies. He cursed in his mind, wondering just why did most women he had to work with had to be so sexy. He already had trouble having a straight mind when near Maria, the busty brunette Guard who could put Angelina Jolee to shame.

"It's a pleasure, Senora Luanda." Steven said, but she interrupted him with a "Isabella, please, Doctor," and a pretty smile. He nodded in agreement. "Isabella it is. Show me what we have to work with here, if you please."

The tour started, Steven's hair nearly standing up straight all over his head. He failed to comprehend how it was possible to run things THIS badly. He could've understood if the place was underfunded, but it wasn't. Here and there he saw amazing modern instruments that would make modern labs salivate. Just to look at the microscope, which was more powerful than anything he had access to in his university. And yet, all that was coupled with complete negligence in some areas when it came to even basic hygene. A high-temperature sterilizer stood in the corner, web inside of it, while nearby a makeshift heater plate and what appeared to be a large cooking pan stood with water boiling over some instruments.

Horrible as it all was, it made Steven smile a little. He was here now and he would be able to fix it. Suddenly, he felt very important, very useful, and deserving everything he was treated to and pampered with.

"All right. Let's get to work then." He said, going to the sink to wash his hands very thoroughly and put on a white robe, much like Isabella's.


Meanwhile, Ami was driven to the Ministry and Raul escorted her inside. This building, unlike the clinic, looked small from the outside. It had a fairly narrow facade, decorated nicely with gray granite and a large national flag over the enterance. Inside, however, its two storeys and a massive basement seemed to go on forever. There was at least a dozen rooms above the ground, some of them offices, others waiting rooms, others yet conference rooms. The basement rooms were dedicated to archives, where massive metal cabinets held literally mountains of documents, all of them quite important, many with 'classified' and 'eyes only' stamps.

Inside, she was met by a very professional-looking young secretary. She came across as important and trustworth, despite obviously being not a year over twenty, if that.

"Senorita Tanner." She smiled from behind her desk. "Welcome. We have been expecting you. I am Lola Vasques, secretary and assistant. If there's anything you need, just call me. If you please go through that door, Senor Juanez is going to explain our work to you."

 

[Alerdene]

She slept restlessly, dreams coming and going, most of which involved dark haired, extremely attractive men attempting to gain her interest. She was awakened around seven-thirty by Nina, the girl smiling somewhat shyly at her as she announced breakfast was at eight-thirty.

Yawning and nodding, she got out of bed and headed for the shower where the steaming water perked her up considerably. Perusing the clothing she'd brought, she wrinkled her nose, wondering how formal they expected her to dress. Deciding to go conservative, she picked out a suit and dressed. A white camisole underneath, the charcoal jacket over it and mid-thigh length skirt showing off her legs. Black pumps and a gold chain around her neck completed the outfit. She bit her lip as she considered her hair, finally twisting it up again, leaving her neck bare, save for a few wispy tendrils escaping. Sighing, she knew it'd all be escaping by noon if things went as normal.

Finding the dining room was no problem this morning and she smiled brightly as she entered, realizing she was the last one to arrive. Glancing at Ricky once, rather self-consciously, she let a sigh of relief out as she realized nobody was looking at her oddly.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the large breakfast; the wonderful smells wafting up to her nose. She was usually lucky to grab a granola bar on the way out at home... this was a feast. The lobster was rich and light at the same time, the corn bread tastier then any biscuits she'd ever had. Finally sitting back, her stomach as full as she could ever remember it being this early, she nodded as Raul announced they needed to go.

No one stood for a moment and she noticed Steven looking at her with an odd expression on his face for the briefest of seconds. Then he stood and glanced around the room as if expecting someone to say something. Her brows furrowed slightly as she realized she'd apparently missed something. Shrugging it off, she smiled in return at him and excused herself, going to her room to grab her briefcase.

She chatted with him amiably about the day before, certain that he knew nothing of her embarrassment with Ricky from his demeanor. He wished her good luck and hopped out of the Jeep, Maria following right behind. She turned her head up to the sky, loving the feel of the sun on her face. It wasn't long before they reached her stop and she laughed outloud at seeing the building.

Yep. Typical government building.

Grinning at Raul's arched eyebrow, she let him open the door for her and accompany her inside, where she was given a brief tour. The building was much larger then it seemed from outside and she groaned with the realization that she'd likely get lost at least once knowing her.

She was introduced to her secretary, a perky young girl who seemed geniunely happy to be greeting her and more then competent by the looks of her. At her greeting however, she shook her head and smiled ruefully.

Please call me Ami. I'm not a terribly formal person. I hope that's alright.

Her smile brightened as Lola looked quite happy and nodded her agreement before motioning towards the closed door again. Turning to the door, she took a deep breath, smoothed her skirt down and opened it. No time like the present she figured, wondering what kind of man she'd be calling her boss.

Walking into the office, she couldn't help but look around in surprise. Surrounded by dark cherry furnishings, the carpet a deep chocolate color, she couldn't help but seem surprised. It wasn't like any government office she'd ever seen before. Behind his desk on the phone was a man she assumed was Senor Juanez. He smiled at her, waving at one of the huge chairs in front of his desk, holding up a finger that he'd be just a moment.

She sat down, setting her brief case next to her, unsurprised to see he was an attractive man. Older then Raul and Ricky, probably by a good twenty years, but his features chiseled and handsome. He spoke rapidly into the phone and hung up, standing as he did so. She stood with him and he shook his head, gesturing for her to sit again, walking around the desk and sitting in the chair next to her. She held out her arm to shake hands and he took it, pressing his lips against the back of her hand. Blushing for what must have been the fiftieth time in two days, she set her hands in her lap when he released it.

Hello Senor Juanez. I'm Ami. Ami Tanner, and it's a pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure is mine Senorita Tanner. We are so glad you chose to come and work for us.

Shaking her head, she repeated her spiel about please calling her Ami and he agreed, insisting that she call him Eduardo. Agreeing, she smiled at him and waited expectantly.

I'm sure you're curious about the position you've taken. I realize the description was relatively vague and I apologize about that. It's just such an odd assortment of tasks that it's hard to describe. Perhaps we should start by showing you your office and I can describe the job a bit better on the way.

He held his hand out to her, helping her up as she gathered her briefcase and he set off down a hall opposite the one leading to the front door.

I don't know how much you know about our country Senorita.... I mean, Ami. But we do a lot of business with surrounding countries as you might imagine. Our staff is not horribly large, we have four attorney's on staff full time, along with the usual bevy of legal assistants, secretaries, gophers, you name it. We also house a large number of diplomats that take care of various functions of state. Oh, here we are.

He stopped before a glass door, through which she could see a secretary's desk, Lola sitting behind it now and several other small offices. He held the door for her and she entered, wondering which of the small cubicles she would be receiving. After declining coffee from Lola, he led her through the spacious room which had it's own small library on one side, the offices spaced evenly along the other side. And at one end she could see a heavy wooden door which she assumed was most likely the head attorney's office

Eduardo introduced her to all four attorneys, three men and one woman and they all smiled at her deferentially. Walking towards the heavy door, she smoothed her skirt again and checked her hair, wanting to look presentable to whomever she'd be reporting to. He opened the door and motioned her in. Walking in, she smiled at the office, obviously a female's. The desk and furniture were all quite modern, the filing cabinets discreet against a side wall. A very modern computer and printer set up took up one side of the desk and there was a rather large window behind the desk, giving her a nice view of a small garden behind the building.

She sat in one of the chairs before the desk, expecting him to do the same, when he laughed at her. She looked at him quizzically and arched an eyebrow.

Oh, I'm sorry to laugh, I do not mean to make fun. But perhaps you would like to sit on your side of the desk?

She looked at him, confused as he gestured behind the desk.

I don't understand Eduardo? What do you mean? I assumed this was the supervising attorney's office?

Well yes, you're correct. And that's you Ami. You're in charge. I was getting to that a moment ago, but thought introductions were in order. As I was saying, we have four attorney's on staff, all of them from Tropico themselves. But we need someone to oversee the entire office. Keep things running smoothly, make sure things get done, you know the drill right? That's you.

She nearly choked as his words sank in. She looked around the office with the same sort of stunned disbelief that she'd had at her house yesterday.

I... I had no idea. I...

Her words trailed off at his look of amusement.

This will not be a problem will it Ami? I trust you are up to the job?

Nodding suddenly as she wasn't about to throw this opportunity away.

Oh of course Sir, it won't be a problem at all. I was just taken by surprise is all. I'm quite confident in my ability to keep your department running smoothly for you.

Oh good then. I'll leave you to it. Ask Lola for anything you need and we'll get it as quickly as possible. She has the password for your computer and keys to your filing cabinets. Jorge is the most experienced of our staff and he'll be in to brief you on everything going on right now.

The day passed unbelievably quickly as each attorney came in to explain what he/she worked on and what needed to be done or needed help with. They ordered lunch in, a spicy beef salad of some sort served with a flat corn bread that was absolutely heavenly. Thinking to herself as she took a second helping... I'm gonna have to start working out or I'm gonna gain fifty pounds!

It was barely four o'clock when someone knocked on her door. Laughing, thinking it was another of her new colleagues, she called out,

Come in, but I think my brain will explode if I have to hear any more information today.

A deep voice chuckled at her as the door swung open and Raul entered, his stance casual.

Well I certainly would not wish to be the cause of that Senorita, so no more information for you. Are you ready to head home? Or shall I come back later?

She laughed at his comment and sunk back into the plush chair.

It's only four o'clock isn't it? A bit early to be leaving I think.

She was about to ask him to come back around seven when Lola came in behind him.

Forgive me for intruding Ami, but you've no need to work past four if you don't wish to. None of our other supervising attorney's ever have. Most of us go home between four and five... unless that's a problem with you?

Oh. Well no. Of course not. I don't want to rock the boat on my first day here. In that case I'm ready when you are Raul.

She gathered her things and powered the computer down, taking the keys and her shiny new ID card and dropping them into her briefcase. She couldn't help but smile as she thought about the difference between this job and her last. If she'd left at four in Chicago, she'd have been crucified. Things were certainly different here.

The drive home was pleasant as Raul pointed out various things he thought might be of interest. When they reached the house she suddenly realized what they had missed.

We're not picking up Doctor Flenner and Maria?

No. Maria will bring him home when he is ready. Can I get anything for you?

Thinking about her huge lunch, she smiled and nodded.

I can't help but notice how well everyone keeps in shape around here Raul. Is there a gym or somewhere I can work out? Or are you all just naturally beautiful?

For once, she managed not to blush as his dazzling smile turned on her.

Go and change and I will show you.

She hurried to her room and slipped out of her work clothes, putting on a tight pair of black bike shorts and a hot pink tank. Digging her running shoes from her bag took a moment, but she was back in the front hall within ten minutes. She followed him out the front door and down a side path that she hadn't paid much attention to the night before. It led behind the garden and to a rather large outbuilding behind the house.

Holding the door open for her, she ducked under Raul's arm, her skin tingling where she touched him. Her face lit with delight as she took in the sight in front of her. A modern gym stretched out before her, machines and stationary bikes taking up the front half. The back half had free weights scattered around the mats and behind that she could see an enclosure, which from the steam on the windows surely held a pool and perhaps jacuzzi. A walking track went around the edge of the room and on one side were two doors that she assumed were dressing rooms.

Oh my gosh Raul, this is fantastic. I can come here whenever I want?

He nodded at her, chuckling at her delight.

As long as you don't mind working out with the help Senorita.

Oh don't be silly, and please stop with the Senorita bit! It's Ami.

Grabbing a hand towel from a pile near the door, she headed inside to look around, waving at him as he took a seat near the door. No one else was in the facility at the moment and she had her choice of machines. She started with her lower body and did two sets on several of the machines before switching to upper body.

When she finished there, she accepted the bottle of water that Raul handed her and began walking around the small track. Eventually she switched to jogging, switching back and forth every few laps. When her legs felt like jelly and she knew she'd probably overdone it, she stopped, her breath coming quickly as she peeked into the steam filled room. Sure enough, a small pool with one side partitioned for laps and a bubbling jacuzzi filled the area. She sighed wistfully and wished she had thought to bring her swimsuit down with her.

Raul's deep voice from behind her startled her and she jumped... right into his broad chest. He grinned and steadied her, pushing her into the room.

Go ahead. No one else is here.

She looked wistfully at the pool and jacuzzi and finally grinned at him. Compromising with his implied suggestion, she stripped her shoes, socks, shorts and tank off... leaving her in a black sports bra and modest bikini panties. It wasn't any worse then a swimsuit she kept telling herself as she felt his eyes travel lightly over her before he retook his seat by the door.

Diving into the pool, the cool water invigorated her and she swam several laps before pulling herself out and walking to the jacuzzi. Dipping a toe in, she hissed at the extreme temperature difference and eased herself in. The water bubbling around her, she lay her head back on one of the built-in pillows and closed her eyes.

 

[Wolk]

The day was long for Steven.

He started off by asking Isabella to query the three patients waiting in the lobby about their ills. The reports he got were fairly nice and Steven concluded that his nurse was a bright girl, who simply worked under poor supervision and so needed to be sharpened again. He tried, as diplomatically as he could, to tell her of the mistakes she made and the right ways to do things. The most important thing when teaching was to be impartial. He wasn't judging her, he was instructing her. He expected her to be a little apprehensive at first, being lectured by a newcomer and one who is ten years younger than she, but to his surprise, Isabella only listened attentively and nodded. She must have had amazing memory because he dumped literally volumes of information at her and she never once messed anything up after he told her how he wants it done.

He saw patient after patient. Most of them would've driven him out of his mind, was it not for his professional attitude. Their ills were untreated for far too long, which made even the most minor things horrible to bear. He did all he could, even performing three minor surgeries under local anasthetic before lunch. Said lunch came at three in the afternoon, as before then Steven refused to stop while there were still people suffering and needing him. By three, however, he realized that if he kept going without rest he might do harm to someone, and so he stopped.

Isabella brought some wonderfully delicious food from somewhere. It was made of tropical fruits, some unusual nuts and grains. The taste was great and, oddly, it was quite filling compared to what you'd expect from a fruit. Finished, he was about to get back to work, when the nurse stopped him.

"Oh, but you are still tense, Doctor..." she said softly, putting her arm onto his. "I think I know just what you need." She smiled and gave him a wink and Steven smiled back, curious as to what she had in mind.

"I give very good massages," she announced, leading him by the hand towards an examination table where he laid down patients when he needed to. "Why don't you take off your shirt and lay down for me, Doctor."

Steven pondered it for a moment. Did he hear an erotic note in her voice? No, he finally decided. It must have been all that abstinence and teasing he had to put up with lately. Finally, he took off his shirt and undershirt, stripping bare from the waist up, and laid face down on the table.

"Good. Just like that." She mewed.

He then felt her hands on his back as they started to grasp his muscles, massage them, ironing out the fatigue. He felt better already and even moaned in pleasure at one point. She was an expert massager.

"Hold on a moment, Doctor, let me get a little more comfortable," she said and he felt her hands leave him. He heard soft rustle of clothes, then she climbed onto the examination table and straddled his lower back. Steven felt the smooth skin of her inner thighs on his back, her ass and even the soft, silky material of her panties crotch as it, too, pressed against his skin.

His eyes grew at this and he felt his cock growing as well. Just then she tossed something into the corner of the room. Steven's eyes followed the projectile and with a mixture of horror and excitement he realized that it was a bra.

"Wait... what the..." he protested, stunned.

He turned around under her, now on his back, ashe straddling his waist still. Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised when he saw her topless on top of him. All the clues were there, after all. Still, the sight had him like headlights a deer.

She bent down slightly, putting her hands onto his chest and started to massage it. Her tits, in the meantime, held one hundred percent of his attention. They were the biggest, most perfect pair he has ever seen and by now Steven's cock poked against her buttocks through the fabric of his pants.

It took him a long time to come out of the hypnosis, but he did, even if just a little.

"Isabella, what are you doing?" He managed, pushing her hands away. She just smiled and ground her ass against him, letting him feel her skin and panties rub his stomach.

"Don't you like it?" She cooed softly, then leaned down and kissed him on the lips, her big, heavy tits resting their weight on his chest as she did. Steven moaned into the kiss.

"No, I... I can't." He said. "I can't! Let me up." He said, determined now.

She gave him a pout as she obeyed and he thought she looked genuinely hurt. She apologized to him, just like Nina did before. A few moments and she was fully dressed once again and looked as if nothing happened, if only she was a bit less cheerful now and avoided his eyes a little more.

"Should I call in the next patient?" She asked and Steven nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak just yet.

The rest of the day went as usual, but at six the line of patients suddenly dried down. He asked Isabella what it was all about and she looked at him as if he asked why the sky was blue.

"But, Doctor, we usually close at four. Nobody new came since then."

Steven laughed softly at the situation. Now he recalled how surprised and overly appreciative his patients were in the last two hours. Of course, they expected to have to suffer through the night and he stayed around to help them. He then felt bad for keeping Isabella here.

"Oops." He smiled. "I had no idea, Isabella. Sorry for making you work two extra hours." She smiled back, a little reserved. "It's nothing, Doctor. May I go now?" He nodded.

"Good night." She lingered around for a moment, as if fighting within herself, then finally, hugged him and smiled broadly. "You helped a lot of people today, Doctor. We are all lucky to have you." And before he could answer she was out the door, leaving Steven with a smile on his face. It felt good to be appreciated.

He locked down for the night and went outside, where a Jeep with Maria was waiting. He realized then that she, too, had to hang around outside the house for two extra hours and apologized.

Most of the ride Steven was in his own thoughts, trying to figure out what was going on, how this place lived. He had no idea how to treat what was happening to him and around him. It was a culture so similar, yet so different. Finally, he decided to just ask Maria outright.

"Maria, why do so many women try to sleep with me?" He said bluntly, a little worried if she was going to swirve the Jeep at the suddenness. She didn't. She just turned a little to glance at him and smiled lightly.

"You have to forgive them, Doctor," She said in her normal conversational voice. "They don't know you're gay."

It's a good thing Steven wasn't driving. If he was the Jeep would be wrecked there and then. He literally jumped in his seat at the accusation.

"I'm not gay!" He cried out.

Maria just shrugged her shoulders, watching the road and glancing at him only periodically.

"If you say so, Doctor," she said. "Really, you shouldn't be ashamed of it. It's perfectly accepted in our society. You just have to say so and we will have a pretty gay boy to help Nina around the house. It's not like in your country here. Nobody would even say a word."

"I don't want a boy! I'm not fucking gay!" Steven growled, quite bothered by this all now. "What the hell makes you think I'm gay, anyway?" He was suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Oh, Doctor," Maria said somewhat embarassed. "I didn't mean to peek, but it's my job to watch over you and I just noticed Nina coming out of your room last night and I talked to her a little bit."

"So, Nina thinks I'm gay?!" Steven nearly jumped again. "What the hell did I do to make her say that."

"Well, you did send her away," Maria noted, "and she says she felt you were hard. She's a pretty girl, I don't imagine a straight man wouldn't want her. That must mean you just don't like women."

Steven's jaw dropped once again, then he flared up again.

"She just showed up in my room in the middle of the night for no reason and came at me naked! What the hell was I supposed to do, fuck her?!"

Now it was Maria's turn to look at him with awe.

"Yes." She finally said. At first Steven missed that, then he caught on in a few seconds.

"Wait... What?" He shook his head as if he didn't hear it right. "It's normal for maids to sleep with their Senors?"

"Of course." Maria smiled. "It's normal for any man or woman to give pleasure to their superior. Except in cases when one of them is very young, or very old, or obviously repulsive." She paused for a moment. "You... didn't know that?" Maria grinned.

Suddenly, it all started to make sense and Steven grabbed his head, feeling like an idiot.

"Isabella tried to please you today, didn't she?" Maria continued. "And you pushed her away?"

He nodded and she grinned, then apologized for it.

"Forgive me, Doctor. But you have to realize, it's like an insult to them if you are obviously horny, but push them away. It means you think the woman is repulsive."

Steven cried out again, finally figuring out where each little fact belonged, all of it now coming together like a puzzle. He was afraid of messing things up by sleeping with the people he worked or lived with, but it turned out he did far more damage by refusing to do so. Steven found the humor in himself to laugh at the irony of the situation.

"So, you are saying I can and should sleep with the women that serve under me," Steven said. "Does that include you, Maria?" He didn't know how he managed to even ask that, let alone do so without blushing. She shot him back a kinky smile, which made his cock twitch and start growing.

"Of course. I was going to come to you tonight, but then I saw Nina."

The answer was obvious, and still he barely believe that he heard it from this beauty's lips.

"So, we can just pull over and I can do you?"

"If you wish," she said. "But I'd rather it wait until we get home. I have to guard you from anything that might happen and it will be difficult to do with my pants down."

Steven suddenly blushed belatedly.

"Yes, I... It's OK. I will need to make it up to Nina when we get back. Can you talk to her alone for me and tell her how it was, Maria? I don't want her to think I'm gay."

"Of course, Doctor." She winked. "So, Senorita Tanner probably doesn't know she shouldn't push away advances either?" Steven shook his head. He didn't imagine Ami did. "I'd better tell her." Maria chuckled again, just as their jeep was entering the gates of their home.

 

[Alerdene]

The hot water bubbling around her was so relaxing that she nearly fell asleep. In fact she might have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, Raul was rubbing her shoulder, his lips right next to her ear.

Senori... Ami, it's not good to sit for so long in the jacuzzi. You should get out now.

What? Oh.. yes, right. It just felt so good.

She stood quickly, flinging water all over him; her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes went wide.

Oh Raul, I'm so sorry, I got you all wet.

He laughed at her and took a step back, holding a towel for her out to his side.

I could only be so lucky.

Her mouth opened to say something and then snapped close, having no witty reply come immediately to mind. Shaking her head in amusement, she wrapped the towel around herself and walked with him up to the front of the facility. Picking up her clothes, she opened the door and held it for him, grinning at the smirk he gave her.

After you my dear bodyguard.

He walked out in front of her and headed towards the house slowly, aware that she was carrying her shoes rather then wearing them. The white towel was small and clung to her like a second skin, her clothes and shoes in her arms. They reached the front of the house just as a Jeep pulled up and she smiled at Maria and Steven as they jumped out.

She laughed at the odd look on Steven's face as he looked from her toweled body to Raul. Shaking her head, having no idea what was really going through his mind, she pointed back the way she'd come from.

A gym. A huge gym. With a pool. And jacuzzi. You'll love it. It's fantastic. So how was your day? Oh nevermind, you probably want to change and rest or eat. Oh, and I should probably change as well. Yeah... I'm gonna go in and do that and you can tell me all about your day at dinner.

She stopped suddenly at his wry look of amusement and realized she was rambling again. Rosy spots appeared on her cheek as she waved and nearly ran into the house, not giving anyone time to answer.

Walking into her room, she smiled at Nina who was dusting the huge entertainment center that was opposite the bed. Unwrapping her towel, she headed towards the bathroom as she went.

Hi Nina. What a wonderful gym you all have. Do you use it much? Everyone here is in such good shape... a big difference from Chicago. Too much Gino's pizza I guess.

She grinned and turned, starting suddenly when she bumped into the girl who was right behind her. Nina smiled and took a step back, holding her hand out for the towel.

Yes, we're all encouraged to work out, though it's not mandatory. I think most everyone does though. If you ever need a partner, just yell, someone will go with you.

The girl dropped the towel into an oversize hamper in the bathroom and went and started the shower.

You want to shower before dinner yes?

Nodding, she went and tested the water with her hand and then glanced up, expecting to see the girl leaving, but instead, finding her standing rather close again, a gleam in her eye. An eyebrow arched up and she smiled.

Did you need something from me Nina?

Oh no Senorita, I just thought perhaps I could help you?

The girl walked forward and her slender fingers found the strap of the damp sports bra and began sliding it over a suddenly stiff shoulder.

Oh you're tense, would you like a massage first?

Nearly choking as she jumped back, her mind blowing up at the sudden change in the young maid.

No! Thank you. A shower will be fine, I"ll see you at dinner Nina. Thank you for your help.

The maid smiled knowingly and nodded her head.

It's alright you know. That you like women. I mean after all, Doctor Flenner is gay. It's the first time we've had two in the same house who liked the same sex, but it's not a problem I assure you. I like women just as well as men and will be happy to do whatever you please.

Her mouth dropped open in shock at the words coming from Nina's mouth. Surely she was misunderstanding. Steven was gay? She'd had no idea. But more importantly, what in the blazes was the girl spouting on about. It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to women, she'd experimented in college as much as anyone, but where were the staff getting such ideas about her.

Nina. I'm not into girls. I mean... well... oh this is just ridiculous. First Ricky and now you. What's in the water around here anyway?!

Exasperated, she scowled when Nina laughed at her.

I am here because you sent Ricky away last night. So he assumed perhaps you would rather have a woman?

I told him no! I mean.. oh hell. You're very pretty Nina. He's very attractive. You're both desirable... but I live here. You understand? I can't be doing that sort of thing... what will everyone think?

The girl cocked her head and shook it lightly, a confused look on her face.

But Senorita, you can. It's normal. Everyone does it. The last woman I worked for called for a different person every night. It's what we do.

Misunderstanding completely and outraged that the staff had to be forced into sex that way, she stamped her foot. It was the most ridiculous thing and she'd have no part of it. If she was going to work and live here, things would have to be understood. Grabbing a short robe, her own this time and a bit more covering then the sheer white one, she pulled it on over her damp underclothes.

Grabbing Nina's hand, she pulled her along as she stomped out of the rooms, heading for the living area. Once there, she noticed Steven was still standing there chatting with Maria and Raul, laughing about something. She waited until they glanced up at her, their laughter turning to serious faces as they saw she was upset. Raul took a step forward, a stern face towards Nina as he spoke.

Ami? What's the matter? Did she displease you somehow?

Of course not Raul. Don't be silly. But do you know what she was trying to do? What Ricky tried to do last night? Do you even know what goes on around here? She told me that the staff is expected to have sex with their superiors. That's the most horrible thing I've ever heard of and I want you to know right now that I'm putting a stop to it. Nobody has to do anything they don't want to do. I don't expect sexual favors. Do you understand?

Her chest heaving with anger, she looked from face to face, confused as to why Steven seemed to be nearly choking with laughter. Maria was biting her lip in amusement and Raul was staring at Nina with a confused look. He spoke to the maid finally, his voice disbelieving.

Ami, calm down. Nobody does anything they don't want to do. Nobody is forced to do anything. Nina, did you explain?

I tried Raul, but she misunderstood and I didn't have a chance to correct her.

I misunderstood what!? You said the previous woman you worked for expected a different person in her room every night for sex! What is there to misunderstand about that?!

Steven by this time had recovered himself enough to walk near her, his hand coming out to touch her arm, trying to calm her. Glaring at them all, she finally looked at him.

What is so funny? Just because apparently everyone knows that you're gay but me... that doesn't leave you out of this mess. Did you know it was like this? Why didn't you tell me!? What is wrong with everyone here!? Why are you all laughing at me?

 

[Wolk]

Steven looked knowingly at the sight of Raul walking Ami along clad in just a towel and looking very, very pleased. He grinned metally. Well, it certainly looked like Senorita Tanner didn't need to have the local social conventions about sex explained to her. She sure has just figured it all out with Raul's help.

She flooded him with her excitement about the gym and the sauna. Those were quickly followed by questions about his day, and, before Steven could even answer, she ran off to change. He smiled, telling her he'd see her at dinner. If Ami was a good case study, he thought, then this sexual liberalism was a very good thing. It certainly put her in a fantastic mood and the energy was just exploding within her. That's after a day of work, and probably a pretty stressful day as first days tended to be.

He changed into casual attire. Just like yesterday, it consisted of shorts and a T-shirt, only today the colors were a bit different, shots becoming denim blue, while the T a nice plain white.

Steven went downstairs, planning vaguely to have a look at the gym and pool Ami so praised. In the lobby, however, he met Raul and Maria. They have just finished walking a round to check every corner of the property and make sure the security system was working properly and now chatted cheerfully. Steven jumped on a chance to join them and they welcomed him in, switching to English.

That he didn't know much Spanish made him feel a bit out of place in this country. While most people were bilingual, a lot of the times the choice language was Spanish, so turning on the TV or the radio, he was often faced with a fast-pased chatter he didn't understand the bit of. For a while the three talked about it and soon the soldiers were teaching him all kinds of expressions. That's where it came clear both were tough fighters, as even Maria's sexy, full lips dropped the kinds of words that nearly made Steven turn red. She was so free and uninhibited, telling him how various parts that dangled between his legs were called in Spanish. Ordinarily it would have turned him off in a girl, but to Maria it all seemed to suit well. Her beauty was different from the prim and proper kind. She resembled more some kind of a warrior princess, just like Raul resembled a prince, who has traded in his battle stallion and steel armor for camos and an AK.

That's when Ami and Nina came downstairs and one look at her wiped the grins off the trio's faces. Raul asked what was the matter and Ami went into a raging explaination. The farther she explained, the harder it was becoming for Steven to contain his grin. He was wrong when he saw her with Raul. She had no idea and she got into just as stupid a situation as he did. Soon he was laughing, only slightly containing himself out of politeness. Ami didn't know it yet, but he had every right to laugh, since he was as much the subject of that humor as she was. Finally, he composed himself before Ami got seriously offended by their grinning faces, and took her by the hand.

"Guys, can we please have a moment alone?"

He smiled at the soldiers and Nina, who reluctantly wandered off. It was clear they wanted to hear every little detail. Steven led Ami out of the dining room and into one of the numerous smaller rooms, this one looking like a small library.

"It's not how you think though. It sounds like sexual exploitation to us, but recall it, did you ever ask for anything like this or did anything that they could've misunderstood as a come on?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I sure don't remember myself doing anything like it. I think they're doing it out of their own free will. It's a little tricky to understand for us."

"At my university there was a lot of people from all kinds of cultures. I can tell you there are a lot of freaky customs around. I don't even have to go around for examples far. You know how women from orthodox Muslim cultures cover their hair, right? It seems pretty silly to us and you'd just laugh if I said you looked indecent because I can see your hair, but try telling those women they are archaic and should take that shawl off and they'll be offended like you'd be if I told you to strip naked." Steven realized it was getting a little long now.

"Anyway, my point is that I don't think anybody minds it here. It's on the same level as smiling, shaking hands, and being nice to people working for you is in our society. You could not do it, but then everybody thinks you're weird, grumpy, and unfriendly. At least that's what I gather from their explainations."

He paused to give her some time to process everything.

"I'm sorry, Ami, I would've told you, but I thought you already knew." He smiled. "I just found out today, after making a fool of myself." Steven thought a chance to laugh back at him would make her feel a little better. He grinned, trying to infect her with the cheerfullness.

"Yesterday night, first night here, right. Nina comes in to my bedroom and asks to take a shower. I'm an idiot, I have no idea where it's going, thinking she actually just wants to take a shower." Steven grinned at her again. "She comes out of there naked and takes the towel off my waist because 'there wasn't one in the bathroom' and starts coming onto me." He grinned again. "Anyway, I sent her away then and on the way back from work today Maria drops among other things that everybody here thinks I'm gay. Because, apparently, that's what you are if you send your beautiful maid away when you are horny." He laughed out at that, shaking his head.

"What do you think about this whole deal, Ami?" He asked, trying to talk her out. He listened patiently, well-trained in that as a doctor. "I don't really know what to think myself yet." He finally said. "I try not to judge too much and not to apply our own morals here. Different cultures, different customs. As we're part of this place now, we're going to have to live with these people and we'll be judged by their rules wheather we like it or not." He shrugged. "Who knows, maybe it's not going to be bad at all. We seem to be surrounded by sexy people." He grinned, then nudged her. "Come on, girl, don't play innocent. I've seen how you looked at Raul. Don't tell me you're not at least a little bit excited now that you know it's perfectly normal to get massages and kisses from him just because it feels good for both of you."

Their conversation was getting long and a soft knock on the door called their attention back. The door opened and Nina came in.

"Senorita, Doctor, dinner is ready, if you please." She smiled.

Steven smiled back. He made a point to look at her chest for several seconds, making sure she'd notice. Gay my ass, he thought, then grinned at the play on words in that.

"Thank you, Nina. We'll be right there." He smiled nicely, giving Ami a hand.

They seated at the table just like before and the dinner was served. Nina's cooking was wonderful as usual. Steven couldn't even name the meaty, vegetable, and grain dishes, nor the tropical fruit salad and juices they were given, but it all tasted absolutely divine. The only thing he did manage to name was the wine and rum that was served with the food, and then only because both bottles had lables.

The atmosphere was quite something though. Almost everybody had a spark of laughter in their eyes and corners of people's lips were conspicuously lifted and that included Steven. It was pretty obvious everybody was already in on the little misunderstanding and culture clash of the first two days and found the situation hilarious. Still, everyone kept quiet out of politeness.

"Maria, would you pass me those meat balls, please." Steven asked as casually as he could. Her reply nearly knocked him off his chair.

"Of course, Doctor. But please pass them back when you are done. I have quite a taste for juicy balls." She said that and followed with a licking of her lips as she leaned over the table to pass the dish, her amazing cleavage drawing his eyes.

Steven did just that, returning the plate back after taking what he needed as he struggled to contain laughter and blushed richly. He had no witty comeback to that and was nowhere near any condition to think of one. Soon, he was done and felt far too embarassed to stay around. He needed to be locked in a room with padded walls and given a good solid half an hour to just laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

"I think I'll go to bed early tonight." He excused himself, standing up from the table.

Back in his room, finally, he just fell onto the bed and let himself laugh, recalling the crazy day. It wasn't near over, however. For the time being Nina was busy in the kitchen, but she certainly didn't intend to let him go to sleep tonight without being in his bed, nor would Ami be given peace.

 

[Alerdene]

Still frowning as Steven led her off alone and the others wandered off, she listened to his explanation... first with disbelief, then with confusion, then with horror. What must they think of her now... after her outburst. She shook her head as he asked what she thought of it, unable to even form a simple sentence as she slowly let everything sink it.

His next teasing words however, managed to tear a small smile from her, even as her cheeks turned their customary pink.

Come on, girl, don't play innocent. I've seen how you looked at Raul.

She didn't have time to answer, but her crooked grin had given her away anyway as he nodded at her with satisfaction as Nina announced dinner was ready. Leading her to the dining room, he took his own place as she took hers.

The food was wonderful, as she was beginning to think there was no such thing as a bad meal here. At least not that she'd seen yet. Around the table, electricity seemed to be crackling as everyone tried to not let their amusement at the entire situation show too much. She nearly bit her lip to keep from bursting into hysterical laughter at Maria's response to Steven asking to pass the meatballs.

He excused himself soon after, though she suspected his held back laughter was more the case then the tiredness he pleaded. Watching him go, she soon stood herself and glanced at those around.

My apologies for the scene I caused earlier. I... well.. I had no idea. I'm sorry.

Smiling at them all, she excused herself and walked slowly back to her room, her mind deep in thought. She took along, steaming shower, the heat from the water turning her entire body pink as she let it stream down her body. Tucking her hair under a towel, she wrapped another around herself and walked back into the bedroom, flipping the TV on as she walked by.

Intending to rest only for a moment on the bed, she lay back on the mound of pillows, watching the tv, but not really paying attention. Her eyes drifted shut and the last thing she saw before drifing into dreams was something about the President helping lost orphans.

His hands slowly slid the towel open, his eyes drinking in her soft skin as she lay there breathing softly. Silken lips began a slow journey up her legs, over her calves, to her thighs, across her belly button to the underside of her breasts. Her breath quickened a bit as those lips blew warm air over her nipples, which hardened immediately at the sensation.

A whimper escaped her lips as his mouth closed over the pert tip of one of her breasts, the warm wetness sucking her nipple into his mouth as his teeth grazed gently over the tip. Her hands went to his hair and tangled themselves in it as she shifted on the bed, allowing him to lay between her legs.

One hand drifted down to his muscular back as his mouth traveled to her other breast, giving it equal attention as she writhed under his body. She could feel his hand between them toying with the outside of her thigh, finally working it's way to her center. A sharp intake of breath was all she had time for before his mouth closed over hers, capturing her tongue even as his fingers took claim of her wetness.

Toying with her and teasing her, his fingers slid over and through her dampness, until they reached that hard little piece of flesh, rubbing against it before sliding back down and pressing against her... sliding in as she opened her legs farther, her nails digging into his shoulder as the kiss he was giving her deepened as well

Her eyes flew open suddenly as the realization that her dream was not a dream after all. She focused in the dark and saw Raul pulling back from the kiss, his eyes sparkling in the dim light, his lips curved into a grin. His fingers did not stop their relentless teasing however as he looked down at her, waiting askance it appeared.

She stared at him, her body responding with abandon at his touch, her skin on fire everywhere he had been. Remembering Steven's explanation, she finally smiled back at him as her last vestige of properness fled her and her hand pulled his head back down to hers.

He responded with a desire that nearly overwhelmed her as he moved himself even farther between her legs, his fingers splitting her open as they began to move in earnest. It seemed like mere seconds later when she screamed out from the waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Grinning at her as she reached for his hardness, he shook his head and forced her hands playfully above her head. He spent the rest of the night pleasuring her, only allowing her to touch him after he'd brought her to earthshattering orgasms twice more.

When he finally plunged into her, she thought she'd die with relief, the fullness of him inside of her nearly causing tears of pleasure to come from her eyes. She lost track of how many times she cried out, finally drifting into a deep, extremely relaxed sleep as he lay next to her, stroking her damp belly.

The sun was just peeking into the window of the room, when she sat bolt upright, her hand flying to her mouth as she looked around. Had it been a dream? Falling back to the pillows giggling, she realized it hadn't. The smell of sex lingered in the air, on the bedclothes, and her skin. The delicious soreness of her body reminded her of the way her body had felt as his had nearly worshipped her.

Her alarm went off and her giggling finally slowed. Dragging herself from bed, she looked herself in the mirror, smirking at the satisfied look that covered her face. Shaking her head, still unsure if everything had been real, she stepped into the shower, turning it on.

 

[Wolk]

Steven couldn't help the laughter. It was amusing what happened, how both he and Ami were caught in embarassing situations for not knowing the local traditions. But what got him the most were the figurative pokes everybody gave them, making light fun out of their still somewhat American-style minds. They have been explained how things worked, but it was hardly a matter of a minute to adopt the Tropican kind of thinking and to see it all as perfectly natural. He may have accepted it, but he still couldn't help blushing at Maria's joke at the table. He laughed again as he recalled it. Finally, Steven vowed to try and get used to things here. Yes, he would show them all that he is quite at home in their culture. Otherwise, he suspected, the six-month stay here might not be all that much fun.

The shower water felt nice and warm on his skin, washing away the fatigue and getting him fresh for the night. Not that he didn't expect that he'd be covered with sweat and other juices before he fell asleep tonight. He was sure somebody would come, and if they don't, he'd go out and find someone. He couldn't let them think he was really gay, or worse, disinterested.

But as he returned to his bedroom, he saw there would be no need to go out searching tonight. Nina waited for him, a playful smile on her pretty little face. She laid on his bed, on top of the blanket, showing off her beautiful, slender body. It was covered only by stockings and a garter belt, which only served to highlight her nudity and draw his eyes to her pussy. Steven had a grin on his lips when he saw her.

"Ah, Nina. How nice of you to come by." He licked his lips like a cat studying a tasty little treat.

She only smiled in return, a mischievous sparkle in her beautiful dark eyes. She bit her lower lip and moved her leg slightly, opening her legs a little and letting him look at her flower. Steven's eyes lit up with flames of lust at that and he ripped the towel off his hips, revealing his engorged, horny cock. Nina's lips made a hot little 'o', which she cutely covered by her hand at the sight.

A grin on his face and a roar off his lips, Steven jumped onto his bed. He rolled her onto her back, showering hot, passionate kisses all over her neck and chest. Of course, her sensual lips got some too. His hands found her breasts, which filled his palms nicely even if she was not all that big-breasted. He fondled them, groaning in delight, pulled her nipples, loving to hear her moan softly as her passion increased. He could practically sense her pussy watering for him even though he was yet to touch it.

The amazing feeling that shot through his cock made him nearly forget everything he was doing. Nina's skillful hands found his member again and just like before he started playing with it, rubbing him in just the right way - not too hard and rough, but not so light that it wasn't fun. She managed to hit all the pleasure spots and had the doctor moaning uncontrollably soon.

Steven, too, didn't stay in debt. His fingers snaked between her legs and into her femenine folds. He felt them soak in her juices, smiling at it. It was good to feel how much she wanted him. For some reason Ami's mistaken words about maids being forced to pleasure masters here came to his mind and he grinned. It certainly wasn't like that, at least in this case. The proof was coating his fingers and emitting a rich aroma of an aroused woman. He fingered and rubbed her nicely, making sure to hook his fingers inside of her and wiggle, massaging her g-spot. It didn't work immediately, but soon he had found it and Nina degenerated into a moaning, bilssful collection of cells, no longer a thinking human, but an animal in heat. Then again, neither was he a clear-minded man.

A single crafty move and Nina's leg was on his shoulder, the soft, smooth stocking feeling wonderful on his skin. He pulled his fingers out of her and replaced them with something bigger and better. She helped guide his manhood into her and as Steven pushed in he moaned in delight at her tightness. It felt so good, there weren't words to describe it.

His instincts took over entirely and Steven bucked his hips, driving his cock in and out of her tight lovehole. After so much teasing and frustration he wasn't quite fit to be the most technique-oriented lover. He was an animal in heat, who plowed her pussy with wild passion.

Moans filled the room and the faster he went the more urgent her cries became. Nina was amazingly vocal now. It amazed Steven, since she was such a quiet and almost shy girl normally. Now she yelled in pleasure at the top of her lungs, asking him to go faster, harder, telling him how good he felt and how big he was inside of her. Steven had no doubt that half of the household was aware of most details of their hot sex and, strangely, he found himself turned on by it. He fucked her harder and harder, wanting to make her cry incoherently in her orgasm, to shoot his overflowing balls' contents.

It didn't take much longer. Soon, he felt Nina's little body arch under him, lifting up half of his weight off the bed. She shook violently and emitted such an ear-piercing cry of satisfaction that Steven thought he might go deaf. He had a massive grin on his face though and responded by pressing her into the bed even harder and redoubling his efforts in riding her wet, tight, pussy as it was spasming in a gorgeous orgasm. He never stopped, making her cum for a long time. Even after the main explosion stopped and she went soft and relaxed under him, he still managed to make her shake in small aftershocks from time to time, like a volcanic island.

Steven felt his orgasm approaching and couldn't stop, nor did he want to. He rammed her with his hips, driving the love log into her overflowing pussy until he felt the pleasure roll over him like a tsunami wave. He cried out loud as well, not in the least bit caring who will hear his loud orgasm. He swam in the clouds as Nina reached under her leg, which was over his shoulder. She found his balls and massaged them as he came, milking his hot seed for her pussy, making his orgasm feel so much better.

Finally, he relaxed and rolled off her, to lay on his back and catch his breath. He still played with her body lightly and gave her soft kisses here and there, where he could reach. He grinned when he finally recovered enough to speak.

"So, do I pass for a Tropican Senor, Nina?" He asked.

"Perfectly," she said, flashing him a big grin and pulling him in for a hot, deep kiss. "And one who appreciates his servants, too," she winked, teasing. They laid like that for a little while longer, but very soon, Nina got up, wanting to leave before he got hard again. She knew he had to wake up early tomorrow and didn't want him to be poorly-rested.

"Remember, Doctor," she kissed him and smiled, "you can call me any time you like for anything you wish."

Steven's eyebrow lifted. Even after all what happened he still couldn't quite believe it. "Anything?"

She grinned in response and laughed. "Of course, silly." With that she left and Steven quickly went to sleep. He never slept so well in his life. And only to think that it was in the same bed he had nightmares last night!

 

[Wolk]

Steven had quite an awakening the following morning. He wasn't too surprised once he was fully up, but initially, he swam in happiness and pleasure, which flowed through his morning erection, courtesy of a pair of skillful, wet lips. They were Maria's, and her hand softly fondled his balls.

"You had no blanket on and I couldn't resist." The sexy budyguard shot him her gorgeous smile, after pulling her mouth off his cock with an audible pop. "Do you like it, Doctor?" She winked and took him back into her mouth.

Steven could only moan out loud in pleasure. Did he ever like it! Meanwhile, the gorgeous woman grew more and more relentless in her blowjob. Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked hard, drawing more and more strength into his cock, letting pleasure shoot through his head. She squeezed his balls harder now, almost painfully, making him moan and cry out involuntarily at the intensity of it.

"Yes! Yes, Maria! Just like that..." Steven moaned, breathing harder.

She sucked him deeper, bobbed her pretty head up and down, swallowing the head of his member. She was completely uninhibited, guided by the famous tropical passion, which made his whole body quake in excitement. Maria kept the crazy, lustful pace up until he could take it no more. Steven cried out and came hard, clutching the bedsheets as she hungrily sucked every last drop of seed out of his cock and swallowed it without ever taking him out of her mouth completely. She cleaned the final bits of cum off his cock, then stood back up, licking her lips and flashing him a grin, leaving him completely exhausted sexually for the time being. And she didn't even take off her uniform!

"Don't forget, breakfast in ten minutes, Doctor." She smiled, before leaving the room.

Steven went down and enjoyed another meal, which Nina managed to make wonderful as always. The atmosphere felt different now somehow. He felt at home with all these people, each of them knowing or suspecting the sexual relations of all others and no one minding it in the least. Even Ami was no longer able to make him embarrassed, since he saw the looks between her and Raul and knew what happened. She wouldn't think bad of him for all the fun he had with Nina and Maria.

He caught himself thinking how great it all was. He never recaled feeling so good in his old country. There, it was all about stress, deadlines, having to restrain himself in everything because it wasn't considered appropriate. In this place, he felt like he was in his place and everything he felt and did was right. That amazing feeling put a smile on his face and made him literally radiate happiness, infecting everybody else around him with it. He was now not unlike the locals - easygoing, happy and always a pleasure to be near. Ami, too, seemed radiant, and Steven didn't hesitate to tell her so, though he likely would have just a few days ago, afraid it might be mistaken for sexual interest. Here, he didn't mind if it was. In fact, he's welcome it.

They drove up the familiar road, first to drop him and Maria off at the clinic, then Raul taking Ami further along to the Ministry. Inside his now familiar workplace, Steven put on a white robe and greeted Isabella. He looked shamelessly at her large breasts swelling under the robe of her own, determined to correct the possibly wrong earlier impression he made. She lifted her eyebrows in slight confusion and disbelief at first, then grinned at him playfully.

"Should I take my robe off, Doctor?" She smirked. Steven just shook his head.

"We have to get to work, darling. But I would love another massage when we have a break." He winked and she grinned back, nodding.

The day went nicely, once again Steven seeing many overdue patients. It was almost time for their break, when he saw a large black limo-like SUV pull up. A stern-looking woman in a strict business suit came out. Isabella caught his eye.

"This is Minister Lapierre," she said. "She's the health minister and a close friend of the president."

Steven felt slightly nervous. His boss.

The woman entered the clinic, leaving a pair of her guards at the door, where they immediately began chatting with Maria. The woman, meanwhile, came in and Steven could see that she was in her fourties, yet still very attractive and filled out in all the right places.

"Doctor Flenner," she said, noticing him and extending her hand for a firm handshake. "My name is Lapierre, I'm the Minister of Heathcare. How are you getting settled here? Are the staff to your liking? You may request a transfer for her if you wish."

Steven smiled back as charmingly as he could.

"Isabella is very helpful. I would hate to lose her." He said. "I don't mean to criticise, Minister, but I did find some poor practices here. I'm happy to say that I managed to make many improvements to the level of service." He was treading tough ground there, Steven realized. He could never know if it wasn't the Minister herself that authorized those practices. Still, he couldn't fail to report major things like this. To his relief, she didn't seem upset.

"So I heard." The Minister told him. "The entire district is in an uproar at a skilled young doctor, who saw so many people yesterday and helped them all. It seems you're quite a valuable young man to have in the department."

"Ah... Thank you." Steven didn't know what else to say. He couldn't believe word about his efforts got around so quickly. He did try his hardest yesterday, but to have the Minister of Health complimenting him for it the very next day was unbelievable.

Suddenly, Steven caught her eyes roaming up and down his body appraisingly, examining him throughte open robe. He realized that she was his boss and that the pendulum swinged both ways. Just like Maria, Isabella, and Nina with him, it would be rude for him not to offer to pleasure her. He looked at his boss in a different way and it didn't take him very long at all to decide that this would be one social function he wouldn't mind performing. He took her by the hand, putting another onto her shoulder and smiled charmingly.

"Would you like a tour of the clinic, Minister Lapierre?"

 

[Alerdene]

The moment she walked into the dining room and sat down, she was sure the blush on her face made it crystal clear what had happened the night before. And if it hadn't, the even brighter flush when Raul grinned at her certainly did. She managed to make it through breakfast however when she caught the same looks passing between Steven, Nina and Maria.

Relaxing and enjoying her meal, she realized there was nothing to be blushing about. It was how things were... and she may as well enjoy it while she could. Making small talk with everyone, she finished her breakfast and headed outside to the Jeep with Raul, Steven, and Maria.

As Steven got out of the Jeep, Maria behind him, she couldn't resist tossing a comment at him as he walked off, waving at her. Her voice amused and her tone teasing, she tossed at him, just as they drove off,

I'm glad you're not gay Steven.

Unable to hear his retort, she chuckled at the amusement on Raul's face as he drove. Shrugging, she turned her head up to the bright sunshine, absolutely loving her new home. As Raul let her off, she playfully blew a kiss at him, grinning when he made a rather rude gesture with his tongue. Walking inside, she marveled at how her attitude had done a complete turnaround in less then twelve hours.

Greeting everyone cheerfully, she headed to her office to get started. She wanted to go over all the files, rearranging things to her preference before lunch. Tackling the files was a bigger job then she had expected and by lunch, her back was aching even though she'd kicked off her shoes long ago.

Sitting back in her chair, she waved Jorge in, rubbing her neck as she watched him bring in a large platter of fruits, cheeses, crackers and more of that delicious flatbread. He excused himself for a moment and returned with a pitcher of what turned out to be a light juice mixture and two cups.

I thought I might eat with you if that's alright. See if you needed any help with the files this afternoon?

She nodded her agreement even as she placed a succulent piece of fruit into her mouth, giving a little sigh of pleasure at the burst of juice that exploded across her tongue as she bit into it. Looking up, she realized Jorge was just watching her and she sat up suddenly, embarrassed at her manners.

Oh my gosh, Jorge, I'm so sorry. Please, sit. Eat. Don't wait on me to invite you, my manners are a bit lacking.

He grinned at her and walked around the desk, kneeling in front of her as he pushed her legs apart.

I thought you'd never ask.

Her mouth opened in surprise as his strong hands went under her legs and behind her hips, pulling her down in the chair slightly. She shook her head, starting to tell him no, that's not what she meant, when she thought about the explanation Steven had given her.

Figuring why fight the system, she leaned her head back in the chair and just watched him as his long fingers slowly slid her skirt up high over her thighs... his thumbs hooking into her lacey panties and pulling them slowly down as she arched her ass off the chair, helping him for a moment.

His lips followed the panties down her silken skin, leaving a trail of dampness that ended at her toes as he slid the panties down and set them aside. Kissing his way back up her other leg, he spread her legs, pulling one up over his shoulder as he bent forward, his warm breath sending tingles up her spine as he teased her already moistening pussy.

Her hands went down to toy with his hair as he moved closer, his tongue flicking out to touch her wetness, sliding along her outer lips, teasing her until he could not hold himself back. His mouth nearly attacked her, causing her hands to tighten instinctively in his hair as moans came flying out from her throat. His tongue found her clit, which hardened and swelled immediately at his sucking and nibbling.

His fingers slid along her, teasing, pushing and touch, finally sliding between her juicy lips until it two of them were buried inside her. Her ass came up off the chair again, her leg flexing over his shoulder as he feasted on her. Her breathing came harder and faster as his fingers and mouth worked simultaneously on her, fragrant musky juice running down his hand and chin as she cried out, her muscles clenching tightly around his fingers as they fucked her wildly during her orgasm.

His head coming up, his lips wet with her scent, he grinned at her as he leaned back a bit.

Feeling more relaxed now Senorita?

Only able to nod as her breath continued to come in short pants, she frowned slightly as she realized he was about to stand and let her get back to work. Shaking her head at him, she pushed him aside as she stood, her skirt still up around her waist, her garter and stockings framing her ivory skin as she leaned over the desk, wiggling her rear end at him. Grinning at him as the desire filled look came over his face again, she lay her head against the coolness of the desk as he wasted no time in taking her up on her offer.

His pants went down and her eyes widened slightly as she saw him in full glory, standing at attention as he came to her. His eyes were sparkling as his hand came to her hair, tearing it loose from it's twist, letting it fall down her back onto the desk. He leaned over her, whispering into her ear that he was going to take her hard and fast, just as his rock hard shaft split her pussy down the middle... a groan tearing from her lips as he filled her completely.

Animalistic noises continued to fly from both of them as his hand twisted into her hair, pulling her head up semi-roughly while he pounded into her. His other hand gripped her ass, his fingers digging in deep as he pulled her to him time after time. She wasn't sure she could have complained even had she wanted to as the breath was torn from her posture and his hard thrusts. But she certainly didn't want to, the pace and frenzy whipping her body into a lustful state as she thrust harder against him, his balls slapping her thighs loudly with each lunge.

She cried out almost immediately as she flew into another orgasm, her tight walls clenching his drenched cock over and over again, the wild thrusting not slowing at all. He leaned over her back, letting his weight press her against the desk as he whispered into her ear all the things he was going to do to her. Against the wall. In the bathroom. On the floor. On her sofa. His lips whispered lusty promises even as his staff impaled her deeply while she cried out. His words drove her to another orgasm and this time she felt him swelling as his promises in her ear turned to grunts and moans. He exploded at nearly the same time she did, filling her pussy with his seed as she milked him, not wanting the feeling to end.

The wild thrusts slowed and his body lay heavy against hers as his lips gently kissed her ear and neck where he lay. Finally he stood, gently helping her up and into her chair. He inquired softly as to whether he had hurt her or not and her amused look as she brushed the hair from her eyes gave him the answer he needed. Excusing himself to clean up, he stopped at the door and grinned almost boyishly at her.

Don't think those were empty promises Senorita. We have many days ahead of us here.

Disappearing out the door before she could manage a comment, she merely started laughing. Eventually calming herself, she managed to find her panties, picking them up and walking slowly into the bathroom to clean herself up.

The rest of the afternoon passed relatively uneventful. Jorge returned, true to his earlier word and helped her with the files. By the end of the day, she had everything set up to her liking and promised to begin going over the other's work with them first thing the next day.

As she left through her office door, she arched an eyebrow at Jorge who was grinning at her while he gathered his things.

I think against the wall tomorrow Jorge.

His laughter followed her down the hall and out the door as she stepped into the Jeep with a jaunty step, Raul's curious glance making her laugh. Tossing her briefcase down at her feet and loosening the buttons on her jacket, she turned to look at his quizzical face, giving him a brief explanation.

I met Jorge today. All of him.

Her burst into laughter nodding as he suddenly understood. His laughter died off a little as he looked at her concerned,

Jorge is a little rough I hear... you are not hurt? He wouldn't hurt you intentionally... but if he got carried away I can speak with him.

Shaking her head quickly, she held a hand up.

I'm not a doll Raul. I won't break. I promise. You can give me a test run again later.

Sticking her tongue out at his amused look, she jumped out of the Jeep and headed to her room to change, informing him that she wanted to work out again.

 

[Wolk]

The tour started, Steven showing his boss from the Ministry how he was making use of the facilities entrusted to his care. He was pleased to see a satisfied look on her face, and after a little while started noticing another kind of expression in her smile and her eyes. It was one that didn't have to do much with the clinic, but with the doctor himself.

He knew pretty much where it was going and when she pushed him into the examination seat and straddled his thighs, Steven just grinned widely. He had no objections when her hands went about caressing his chest as she praised his work, then coming down to grip his growing erection. His own hands went to her full breasts and he began enjoying their swell through her suit and blouse, making his cock grow even larger and harder.

She slid down then and pulled his pants down together with his boxers, making Steven's erection pop up in all its glory. A sly grin that she sent him by that pole made it jump in excitement. The minister caught his cock in her hands and sucked him into her mouth briefly, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on it hard before letting it go. She then slid up and claimed his mouth with her tongue, making him kiss the mouth that just sucked him as she gripped his erection firmly in her strong hand.

The minister reached under her skirt next and ripped a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose, giving amazed Steven a glance at her privates and letting him see that she lacked underwear. She gripped his cock at the base and straddled him again.

"I hope you're as good at fucking as you are at medicine, doc," she tossed him with a grin, just as she worked herself onto his rigid tool.

Steven moaned in pleasure when she did. Truthfully, there was little for him to be good at, as this entire session mostly consisted of her doing him. She bounced on top of him vigorously, her big tits jumping in the confines of her blouse and bra, shifted her body this way and that, making him rub her insides in all sorts of different ways. Finally, she cried out on top of him and Steven realized in relief that he proved hard and enduring enough to please her.

The woman got off him after that, straightening her suit, a pleased smile on her face. She made him stay in the chair as she gripped his cock once again. Now she jerked him off vigorously, her eyes on his face as she did, probably enjoying the power of making him feel pleasure or long for it by her hand.

"You want to cum, doctor?" She said, more as a statement than a question. Steven just moaned at that. She gripped him harder and moved her hand faster, her other hands reaching under to squeeze his balls briefly.

"Cum!" She all but ordered in a voice which was telling of her position's authority.

She milked the cum out of him, catching it all in her cupped left hand. She smelled it, then licked a bit off, and finally brought the rest up to Steven's lips. He turned his head away.

"No."

Her face lit with amuzed cuirosity. Apparently that wasn't the word she heard very often.

"Did you forget who I am?"

Steven suddenly felt very different about the traditions of the island. He decided to hold steady though. If it comes to that, he'd go back home, but he was not going to do what she was asking.

"I know perfectly who you are, Minister Lapierre. And it's still a no." He said as he sat up and stood up from the chair, about to ask her to leave. To his surprise she just laughed in a friendly way and gently pushed him back.

"Well, well, don't get so riled up, tough man." She grinned, licking the rest of his seed off her hand. "I like men who aren't pushovers." She went down on him again and licked his cock until it was shining. Finally satisfied, she got up and let him put his pants back on.

"You've done well here," she told him before leaving. "I'm glad you're with us."

And with that Steven was left wondering if she ment his management of the clinic or what had just happened inside of it. He hoped it was both.

The rest of the day was uneventful. It has been too crazy so far to have more sex, even though he was planning to prove to Isabella, his nurse, that he was neither gay nor found her unappealing. But, he just realized, in the precious few days here, he slept, or almost slept, with four different women already. This was a little too crazy to swallow right off the bat.

He was delighted to finally be back home and in their gym with Ami. She was probably going through the same thing he was and it'd be nice to chat with her about everything. There, finally, was a girl who wouldn't be upset if he didn't push her legs open right off the bat. Oddly, this made Steven want to do just that and the sight of her sexy body in the tight workout clothes aroused him to the point where he seriously worried about getting an obvious erection that his shorts wouldn't be able to hide.

He went up and said hi, wondered how her day was, and before long they were chatting about everything and anything as they jogged on two treadmills next to each other, looking at each other in the mirror before them.

 

[Alerdene]

The door to the gym opened and she looked up expecting to see Raul. Pleasantly surprised when Steven walked in, she waved at him from the machine she was just finishing up on. Heading to the treadmill, she smiled as he stepped onto the machine next to her, turning it on.

They chatted amiably for a bit and finally became comfortable enough that he told her a few tidbits about the last day and a half, making her laugh outloud. The interlude with his boss sounded interesting and she had a feeling he'd left something out... but it did make her think. She hadn't thought about the fact that her own employer may be making his own demands soon enough. Oh well, she'd deal with that then, not worry about it before the case.

She began jogging and couldn't help but watch him move as he picked up speed and went into a full run on the treadmill. The tiny beads of sweat he was working up went rolling down his cheek and back around his neck to mix into his hair. His stride was long and graceful and she wrinkled her nose at him when he wasn't looking. She'd always wanted to run like that. She could keep up, she was in good shape, but she didn't have that runner's lope. He looked like he was born running, the muscles in his legs flexing with each stride.

Looking away, she realized her thoughts were headed into directions that she just wasn't sure she wanted to deal with at the moment. Jesus Ami, what's wrong with you. You've had sex with two men in two days and you're thinking about a third? Hell, why would he even wanna have sex with you with Maria around. That brought laughter to her lips and he glanced at her with a half smile. A half smile that sent chills running down her spine. Half annoyed with herself, she brought down her pace to slow her heartbeat, thinking that perhaps a soak in the jacuzzi sounded good.

When she was cooled down enough, she stepped off the machine, deciding to wait for him. Walking around in front, she stayed where he could see her and began stretching as she watched him run. Her eyes went up his legs to the hem of his shorts and her imagination took over from there. Finally shaking her head, she glanced up to see him watching her and immediately blushed. Thankful that she was warm and her skin was red already, she figured she was probably safe. This time. She really needed to get hold of herself. But he was attractive. And cute. And funny. And sexy.

OH my God, what's wrong with me...

Appalled that she'd actually spoken outloud, her hand went flying to cover her mouth as he looked at her quizzically, asking if something was wrong. Shaking her head quickly, she muttered something about forgetting to take care of a report at work.

Motioning towards the back of the gym, she told him as she walked off,

I'm headed to the jacuzzi to relax. I can't keep up with you.

She tossed him a grin and stuck out her tongue as she jogged back to the dressing room. Rinsing off the sweat that had dried on her, she slipped into a vivid pink bikini that clung to her. Taking a towel, she walked back out, noticing that he'd slowed down as she went into the pool room. Sliding into the steaming water, a hiss escaped her as she settled down into it, her arms moving around in the water as she nearly melted into it.

 

[Wolk]

Not much of a gym rat, Steven picked the treadmill almost by instinct. He had something from a runner in his genes. Strong legs and buttocks on his body were slightly disproportional compared to the his waist and top, while his stamina was the envy of many. Although he didn't train regularly, he always was a good runner and swimmer.

The exercise was barely on his mind after he tired out poor Ami and she came ahead to do some stretches. His slightly embarrased eyes were on her. She was smart and beautiful. He knew that had it been in their 'previous life' as he thought of it, he'd try to hit on her. But this was different and he couldn't help wondering just how she'd take it. It was common knowledge now that he had slept with at least two women in their household and she had her fun with Raul. If he was to show interest, she would probably take it as purely sexual, as if he just wanted to add her to the growing list of his erotic accomplishments.

That's when he noticed her eyes on him, looking in a way that wasn't quite what was reserved between just friends. He smiled as she mumbled something about forgetting a thing at work and pretended he bought it fully. Perhaps it was true, actually, he thought. The look might well have been the product of his overactive imagination resulting from overindulgence in sex. Either way, he wasn't about to jump out and yell: 'aha, you were staring at my cock!'

Steven finished the run before his legs started hurting as it suddenly got very boring in the gym. He took a quick shower, changing into swimwear, which in the closet given to him consisted of a horrifyingly skimpy piece of spandex that not only failed to cover 90% of what swimming trunks do, but what it did cover was outlined skin-tight by the thin elastic fabric. He wasn't in perfect athletic shape, not working out very regularly or rigorously, but his young body still looked nice, even if in a less-than-Arnold kind of way. Still, he felt quite self-conscious as he slipped into the hot tub in with Ami, opening his mouth and moaning softly at the unexpectedly hot water as it enveloped his body.

"Oh, God, this feels great!" He said softly, laying back and relaxing, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"I've never been in one of these before," he told her and their conversation picked up again.

It was flowing slower now, their voices much more quiet and pleasure in them as the heat massaged and pleasured their bodies. Perhaps there was something else that made their chat pleasurable, too.

"You look nice with wet hair," Steven noted as she brushed a rogue strand out of her eye. He smiled at her, letting her take the compliment in any way she wanted, be it just friendly or more.

At one point Steven moved slightly and his knee ended up brushing against her hip, this contact of skin making a slight jolt of excitement go through him. He was about to say he was sorry for the accident, but bit his lip and held it back. Who knows, he figured, maybe he should see where this goes. He looked at her for signs of instinctive displeasure that appear on a man or woman's face even before they formulate a conscious reaction to an event and saw none. He smiled as he caught her eyes and as there was no immediate reaction, he softly nudged her with his knee again, this time rubbing a little longer and softer.

 

[Alerdene]

Hearing a noise in the room, she pulled her head up, opening her eyes just in time to see Steven stepping into the water. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of his bare body, covered by a strip of material that left little to the imagination. Her lips parted just a hint as she let her eyes drift over his exposed body, curving into a small smile as he sank into the water with the same exhalation she did.

She stared at him in disbelief as he exclaimed he'd never been in one before and conversation began flowing again as she teased him relentlessly for a brief moment before relaxing back again. There were moments of silence, but they were the blissful, peaceful silence of two people sinking into deep relaxation... not the awkward silence of a first date.

Sitting up slightly and pushing off a strand of hair that had worked it's way over her eye, she cocked her head slightly at his compliment. She murmured a soft thank you and leaned back again, her eyes staying open as she watched him. Had she been at home, he was very much the sort of man she'd have been attracted to... had she had time to be attracted to anyone. He had the knack of making her feel comfortable, no matter the situation and she smiled again as she realized she was hoping that they'd be great friends. Or was it friends she was after? Wrinkling her nose slightly again, she realized she wasn't thinking of friends exactly... but geeeeez, there she went again.

She shifted slightly, allowing one of the jets to massage her lower back when she felt him move, his knee grazing along her bare hip. She nearly jumped at the shockingly good feeling it gave it. An accident she figured. Her eyes slid up to meet his and she refused to look away, merely looking at him with a serious hint to her face, her lips parted slightly. He looked as if he were about to say something, but instead merely smiled as he held her gaze. His knee slid against her skin again, this time not pulling away, but rubbing softly, slowly, the movement sensuous in the bubbling water. The contact finally broke as her lips curved unbidden into a small smile. There was no mistaking the last brush for an accident... perhaps he was a tiny bit attracted to her after all.

Still saying nothing, she moved a tiny bit towards him, unobtrusively, her own leg drifting out until her thigh rested against his. Her eyes met his again and a playful glint entered her eye as her hand dropped down into the water and brushed lightly across his rib area. He held remarkably still, letting her move, almost as if he didn't want to spook her off.

Figuring, what the hell, she'd been bolder in the last two days then in most of her life, she took a breath and moved off the bench she was sitting on. Standing and letting the water stream down her, she stepped in front of him, her hands spreading his knees so she could slip between them. He still said nothing, but his face held a look of amused anticipation and desire rolled together. Placing her hands on his thighs and massaging softly, she leaned over him, her full breasts pushing against the wet material, threatening to spill out of bikini top as her hair fell forward and brushed his chest.

Her eyes never left his as she moved in, her hands sliding slowly up and down his thighs, her lips coming against his in a soft kiss. One of his hands went behind her knee, sliding up her leg, over her ass and finally coming to a stop in the small of her back as he pulled her slightly forward, kissing her back. Her mouth opened against his and her tongue played games along his full lower lip until she felt his own tongue dancing against hers. The kiss deepened and she pressed up against him, her breasts pushing against his chest, the nipples perking up as they rubbed against his bare skin.

The kiss was nothing like the frenzied sexual episodes she'd experienced the last two days. It was slow and sweet and sensual and erotic and fifty other names she could tie to it. Amazing came to mind. Finally pulling back, her breath coming quickly, she looked at him, somewhat confused at the reaction she was having. He let her go and she sank back into the water opposite him, still staring at him, a half starry look on her face as she realized what she'd done.

Shaking her head, a grin suddenly lit her entire face as she pushed the hair back from her eyes again. Splashing water at him, she laughed at his surprised reaction.

I'm so sorry Steven. That's probably the last thing you want or need... but I'd been wanting to do it since I saw you in the helicopter. I promise it won't happen again.

 

[Wolk]

It was a wonderful moment they shared; so much so that after the kiss Steven's face held that dazed and surprised look on it for a while until it was washed off by the sprinking she gave him. Then it turned to a big, happy grin. He leaned ahead slightly and as he spoke the words came out soft, filled with pleasure and magic.

"Then I hope you are terrible at keeping your promises," he said.

A smile and an eye contact mesmerized her and held her attention as he leaned towards her further and kissed her lips again, softly, briefly, a reminder and reinforcer of what they had experienced before, but not qutie as long. He pulled back, smiling, but his hands lingered on hers under water for a while.

They didn't push it too far that night. Steven loved to just be in her company, now much more at ease near her, not hesitating to enter her personal space, put his arm around her shoulders, make that wonderfully pleasant spark go through their bodies and minds.

The next day it was finally Friday. The workday was shortened, as every Friday was. When it was over and Steven sat in the front of Maria's green army Jeep, he held up his hand before she put the car into gear. He didn't want to go back to the house just yet. Now that he had some free time, it would be as good a point as any to explore some of the island's attractions. He voiced the suggestion to Maria, who agreed with pleasure, but told him they should go home first to take Ami along. Steven couldn't have that, of course. The whole point of the exercise was to find a good place the two of them could visit. He would have to scout it to make sure it was good, but it would be more fun for her if she didn't know what it was in advance.

There was a mass of attractions within a fairly short drive. At one point the island was a tourist destination, but it quickly turned out that foreigners often misunderstood the local culture and it was difficult for the staff to work effectively. Eventually, it was shut down and the wonderful beaches, tennis courts, marinas, and restaurants now served the local population.

They visited a downtown night club first, which struck Steven as very different from the facilities he saw back in his homeland. The club was not a dark seedy pit, nor a flashing ravefest, but a colourful, fun celebration of life. Slow and fast music, of which he couldn't understand a word, filled the guests' hearts with life and excitement, while at the same time relaxing and pacifying in a way. This was far from a place where a drunken brawl could break out or where one member of the crowd could shoot at another for wearing the wrong colours. Cocktails were served, complete with little colourful umbrellas that put a chuckle onto his lips. The public seated at restaurant-like tables, while a pair of performers took to the slightly elevated stage. They were good, prompting quite a few couples and singles to take the the dancefloor.

That was enough for Steven. Though he planned to see many places that night, he fell so enchanted by The Peacock, as the nightclub was called, that he and Maria spent the rest of the evening there, having an incredibly good time. Surely, it would be just as good the next day.

They came back home fairly early in order to catch Ami before she went to bed. Exhaulted and grinning Steven told her about the place in as much detail as his wordweaving skills allowed.

"We should go tomorrow!" he offered.

 

[Alerdene]

The rest of the evening passed remarkably fast, too fast for her liking. But it was also one of the most peaceful, pleasant... yet sexually charged evenings she could ever remember. Dinner was talkative as usual, but she mostly listened, unable to keep the huge smile off her face. A smile she didn't even completely understand, yet there it was.

Ricky was waiting for her in her room when she retired. A massage was all she let him give her however, as her mind was on other things. He eventually left, a grin on his face when she promised she'd have more energy this weekend, she was sure.

The next day passed quickly as she finished up with the files and reviewed what everyone was working on. She sent her weekly report to Lola to send to the boss and then headed home, wondering what the weekend would bring.

The house was quiet and she nodded as Nina explained that Maria had called and said she and Steven would be late. The night was clear, stars twinkling overhead and eating inside seemed like a shame. Smiling broadly, she informed everyone that she thought a picnic on the beach was called for. There was no argument, merely a flurry of activity as finger foods and wine was packed up in baskets.

Wearing a filmy cover-up over her bikini, she hopped in the Jeep with Raul, Nina, and Ricky and off they went. It wasn't far before Raul stopped and helped her out, leading the way down a narrow path to a breathtaking beach that was completely empty.

Is it always this deserted? It's like a slice of heaven.

Yes, this is private property, we are the only ones who should be here, though occasionally a transient will come wandering through.

She nodded and proceeded to head down towards the water, walking along the edge until Nina called that the picnic was ready. They had a wonderful time, drinking and eating and laughing and just getting to know one another better.

Eventually they packed up and headed home, arriving only moments before Steven and Maria. Her cheeks rosy from the night air, she listened with delight to the description he gave of the club they'd been to.

A broad smile curved her lips upward as she nodded agreement to his invitation for the next night.

It sounds great, I can't wait to see it!

She leaned up and gave him a lingering kiss, pressing her body against his, inhaling the slightly spicy scent that swirled around him. Pulling back she blew him a kiss and headed towards her room, noticing Raul watching them with a grin.

She fully expected Ricky to come knocking that evening, but eventually fell asleep with the stereo on. She had no way of knowing that Raul had assumed she was otherwise occupied and instructed Ricky in that knowledge. The peaceful night's sleep did her good however, and she came into breakfast the next day nearly glowing.

 

[Wolk]

Much to Steven's surprised, nobody came to his room that night either; it was the first night he spent without a woman at least attempting to pleasure him. It felt good in an oddly different way, he had to admit, and he wasn't very disappointed since the one woman who was in his mind was not one of his underlings who might come. In the morning he felt the full appreciation of spending the night peacefully and getting a great rest. He was energized, more hungry for love than he ever was since coming to this island, and looking forward to stealing much more than the wonderful kiss they shared yesterday from Ami's sweet lips.

They ate the customary breakfast now, the atmosphere of it lively and upbeat as everybody looked forward to the fun time ahead. Steven was dressed up in a suit that wasn't quite a tuxedo, but looked more fun-loving than the official business suits. His shirt, too, was a loose white Caribbean design, revealing the top of his manly, hairy chest adorned with a simple pendant through the several top buttons left undone. That shirt looked like something out of a pirate movie and would look ridiculous and hilarious on New York's streets, but nonetheless was quite common in the region, where its loose design was comfortable in the heat and played well into the whole easy-going, fun-loving attitude.

He got out of the Jeep first, helping Ami with his extended hand. She didn't need his help, but he sensed that she liked the attention, which, of course, was the whole point. The club struck him as magical since the first time he walked in yesterday, and today he wanted to make a magical day in which she would be treated like a queen. They say if you wish to be treated like a king, you should treat the lady as a queen. They are right.

After passing through the beautiful alley formed by palm trees, which broke only occasionally for refreshingly splashing fountains and flowerbeds with exotic flowers, they entered the club. They immersed into the atmosphere of fun, pleasure, and leisure. Not qutie yet euphoria and light eroticism that hung in the air yesterday, but that was because the time was a little early for that. As the day turns to night and night grows older, the live music would turn more and more passionate and lustful, the lighting will turn a touch more red and the general mood of love would fill the club's clean seasalt-flavoured air once again. For now, however, the patrons in the club were fairly few, just having a good, easy time, passing their weekend away chatting, lightly flirting, listening to soft music and watching skillful dancers and singers that took their places on stage from time to time.

The drinks and food were as abundant as they were delicious, but Steven forgot about those for a while as he admired how lovely Ami looked in her outfit.

"You look lovely," he told her truthfully.

He blessed the warm weather, which made more open dresses fashionable, just as an impecable-looking, soft-spoken waiter approached the table. Certainly, this wasn't something he would find in the nightclubs back home. At least not the nightclubs he has been to.

They ordered, discussed this and that, lazily enjoying each other's company and the privacy they had as Raul and Maria looked on from a nearby table, which was sufficiently far away not to overhear anything.

"It certainly is a different place." He said. "But overall, I like it."

It was a dangerous admission to make on what amounted to a date, as the conversation shifted to the sexual customs next, which he had just admitted to enjoying. And, of course, the fact that both of them 'slept around' in the past few days as it would be reffered to in their own society, was plainly obvious in the air. Somehow, Steven caught himself not caring about it. He knew that she would understand even before he told her how he felt about it.

"Even the sex," he said, "is different in a good way. It's not real until you're in love; it never is, but it can still be fun, and we'd all like to do it when we're attracted to someone. These people just have the guts to do what we all wish we could and not feel like they are comitting a sin."

 

[Alerdene]

She'd gone to get dressed and was standing in front of the closet, her nose wrinkling at her clothing selections. She'd brought nothing that would be appropriate for such a place as she'd been described. A discreet knock at the door brought a sigh to her lips as she turned and padded in bare feet to the door.

Opening it brought a smile to her lips as Maria walked in with a bag in her hand and a grin on her face.

I thought you might like to wear something local. I wasn't sure what sort of clothing you brought with you.

Oh bless you Maria, I swear I thought I was going to go crazy trying to decide what to wear. May I?

When the woman nodded, she took the bag from her hand and set it on the bed, pulling out a dress in a shimmering purple. The color was so dark that it bordered on black and the material was silky and stretchy at the same time. Her brow wrinkled however as she attempted to figure out which end of the dress was up. At Maria's chuckles, she thrust the dress at her with a laugh.

Help!

Only slightly embarrassed, she slipped out of her clothes, leaving a black lace bra and matching thong. Maria pointed at the bra and shook her head.

That will not work Senorita. The dress leaves one shoulder bare.

Maria smiled again as she slipped the bra off, her firm breasts coming into view, the air stiffening her nipples slightly. The other woman walked close and pulled the bunched material down over her head, her hands sliding gently down over bare skin, causing mental and actual shivers to go slicing through her body.

When the dress was on, she turned to look in the mirror and her mouth dropped open.

Oh Maria. Oh my. Are you sure? Does it look alright?

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Maria's amused look and turned back to the mirror as the other woman spoke.

You look beautiful. The local women will be driven insane with jealousy.

Wrinkling her nose and sticking her tongue out at Maria in the mirror, she looked over the tight fitting outfit. It did indeed leave one shoulder bare, the other shoulder having a wisp of material that fluttered down onto her upper arm. The jersey like silk clung to her breasts, emphasizing the curves and fullness of them. The same side of the dress that had a sleeve had a tiny bit of material going down her side to the skirt, but her stomach and entire other side were left bare. The skirt started up again low on her hips, cut at an angle so that one side stopped above her knees, the other side flowing down to her ankles. It showed off her long legs to perfection and she spun in it once to see the effect, giggling at the way the dress flared out.

It's beautiful Maria, thank you so much!

'tis nothing, it suits you well. Some shoes are in the bag as well if you don't have any you want to wear.

She turned and dug in the bag, pulling out a pair of high heels that laced up around her ankle. Sitting down and pulling the shoes on, she realized she'd have to be careful how she sat or some lucky man across the room might get an eyeful. She added her thanks again as Maria turned to leave, telling her she'd be downstairs in a few moments.

Walking into the bathroom, she put on the barest of makeup, a touch of eye liner, blush and lipstick before applying a dusting of a luminous powder she'd found earlier over her neck and exposed shoulder. She played with the idea of putting her hair up, but decided she liked the sensousness of it falling over her shoulders and back.

Grabbing a small black handbag with her identification in it, she headed downstairs, blushing appropriately at the compliments she received; giving all credit to Maria.

The club was every bit as delightful as she had imagined, even moreso to be honest. She spent a large amount of time looking around, trying to take in everything at once, before finally turning her attention to her extremely handsome tablemate. Her breath caught slightly as he told her she looked lovely and she returned the compliment enthusiastically, telling him he looked extremely handsome and that she adored his shirt.

A look of amusement crossed her face as he explained how much he was enjoying himself on the island. At home, she'd have taken the opportunity to tease him about it, but she wasn't at home and she was enjoying it every bit as much as he was. It seemed natural to talk about it, and she actually managed it without blushing for once to her amazement.

I agree, it's like a girl's idea of heaven. Sex when you want it, with whomever you want it, without being judged by anyone. Most people would give their right arm to be able to live like that. But it definately takes some getting used to.

She sipped a wonderfully tropical drink that was placed in front of her and looked thoughtful for a moment.

But does it keep people from getting close? Romantically close? Stop looking at me like that, you know what I mean.

She laughed as he made a face at her and tossed the small paper umbrella that was in her drink at him.

Nevermind! Can I taste your drink?

Without waiting for him to answer, she leaned over the table and closed her lips around the straw in his drink, taking a small drink. Leaning up, she licked the remnants from her lower lip and grinned at him.

Delicious. Almost as delicious as it's owner. You really do look wonderful.

Embarrassed slightly, she glanced at the dance floor where several of the obvious locals were engaged in a very flamboyant, yet extremely erotic dance to the upbeat music. Grinning, she stood and grabbed his hand.

Come on, I wanna learn this dance. And see if I can even move in these shoes!

 

[Wolk]

Steven couldn't help feeling good in her company. She was funny and joyful, in addition to her beauty and a dress that stopped wandering eyes in the room and made men stare wishfully. It felt like they didn't even need a club; she made the atomsphere immensely enjoyable all by herself.

As they were in the club, however, they might as well have sampled what it had to offer besides the fine food and refreshingly cool drinks with cute little umbrellas in them. Steven wasn't much of a dancer, but he was graceful enough not to embarrass himself and confident enough not to feel shy about it. He took her hand with a dazzling smile.

"I would love to, especially with such a beautiful girl."

They came up onto the dimly lit dance floor. Steven was quite clumsy with his moves at first, but he had nobody but himself to blame for that. He spent far more time paying attention to the beautiful girl he danced with than to the other couples, from whom he could learn the man's moves in this dance. Luckily, most moves in this particular dance were intuitive and one's body almost naturally made them upon hearing the music.

A couple of minutes later it was hard to tell Steven and Ami from other pairs on the floor as they spun in beautiful, somewhat erotic moves. Steven adored the way her beautiful hair flew when she rapidly turned her head to shoot him a fiery, passionate gaze as the dance called for, then turned completely and pranced the couple of steps that separated them back to him, softly pressing her beautiful breasts, clad only in the fine fabric of her dress, into his chest. It always served to catch his breath for just the right amount of time until the next loud, vibrant note flew out, at which he would jerk his head up proudly and lead her into the next step, one hand on the small of her back and the other holding hers.

It was somewhat difficult to follow every more correctly, not to mention quite a workout, but a greatly enjoyable workout at that. Their bodies and their minds swam with the music, the two of them riding this wild, sexy roller coaster. Finally, the music ended and they froze in the same position as other pairs, pressed together, his left hand under her right knee as her leg was under his arm, fully bare and outstretched, showing off its sexy shape. Her chest heaved after the small workout, as did his, her breasts rising and falling against him. Both of their faces held thoroughly pleased and happy smiles.

"You're quite a dancer, beautiful." Steven told her softly, holding her half-suspened in the air with his right arm on her back. He was leaning over her and his lips weren't more than a few inches from her smile. Their eyes were sparkling for one another.