Summer Birds {fate and cowboy}

[darkest_fate]

They looked like what they were: a giggling group of college girls. They hung close to one another, as though separation would lead to some cruel malady befalling them, and they even seemed to get along with one another. Arms were interlinked in a few instances, and smiles lit every last beautiful face.

And each girl was beautiful, in their own way. The nominal leader was a leggy blonde named Shelby. The blonde was almost a head taller than both her companions, and had a tan that came from hours of lounging in the sunshine. Golden hair curled about her shoulders, framing a face with a pageant winning smile. Dazzling blue eyes danced with mirth now, and clearly communicated most of the girl's emotions. Her breezy blue sundress looked both sexy and classy; and the girl's forward thinking assertiveness only added to this.

Hanging close by was a rather pale girl. Miora would commonly be called an "English Rose." Indeed, she was from across the pond, having come to Shelby's university as a foreign exchange student. Her light brunette hair had even more curl to it than Shelby's, a decidedly darker color, though the styles matched perfectly. While Shelby's eyes showed emotions, Miora's sharp brown showed an intelligence that had earned her every grade she'd received. Her body was more slim than toned, with soft skin and a petite form, though the latter wasn't saying much, with this group. She dressed more conservatively than her friends, with a loose cotton blouse and white pants.

Bringing up the rear, and looking around as if she'd never seen anything like this, was Rose. Born to Hispanic parents, Rose was one of the first in her family to attend college. While she regularly participated in events, anything to be social, really, she wasn't exactly the brightest. However she always seemed to be eager for whatever was going on, a smile lighting her round face. Her eyes seemed wide and deep, and you could tell that she was still on the cusp of childhood. Indeed, her eighteenth birthday had only been a few weeks ago. Like her companions, her hair was shoulder-length, though her Latin blood gave it a much darker color.

Shelby led the trio as she checked them into the hotel, giving orders with a casual air that showed a lifetime of being in command. The girls all smiled and were incredibly friendly though, and both Rose and Shelby didn't seem to have problems flirting. Even Miora gave some of the more handsome "lads" a coy wink or two. They seemed determined to enjoy themselves, and looked set to stay for at least the week.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Aurora DeVol was working at the check-in desk when the trio arrived. She was actually the owner of the resort, as well as other island enterprises. She was descended from a family of "island royalty", in the sense of being one of the wealthy families, with a history going back to colonial plantations. The island had a mixed heritage of both French and British colonialism, which gave it an exotic mix of cultures. Aurora had smooth skin the color of coffee with cream, and a well-maintained body for a woman in her late thirties. She spoke with a British tinged accent common on the island, and reinforced with her stint of college studies at Cambridge.

"Good afternoon, ladies," she greeted them with a warm smile. She was dressed in a flowery patterned bikini top and a light blue wrap-around that flowed from his hips, leaving her trim stomach bare. Despite the casual look, she kept a professional but personable air as she went through the formalities of checking them in. "You have one of the bungalow packages, I see. You're in bungalow eleven. Oh, you'll love that! It's at the end of the line of our private beach, and even set off a bit from the rest by a stand of vegetation. You'll have a good sense of privacy for getting that full-body tan." Her smile was just a touch saucy.

"But don't worry, there are a couple of paths that get you back to the main resort area, if you want to use the pool and slides, rent surf boards or sails. You can come to the casino at your leisure, or the dance club every night after eight. And you'll have full communications with the staff, so that if you want drinks or snacks, they'll bring them right out to you. You'll have chef-prepared meals delivered to you. I guarentee, you'll be pampered as you've never experienced."

A muscular looking young man, toned like an athlete, bare chested but wearing light slacks and sandals, appeared near them and started gathering up their luggage. His skin was as dark as Rose's was pale. Aurora gestured to him. "This is Maurice, your bungalow server. He's on call to help set up beach furniture, or assist you with anything you need at the bungalow. Actually, he works with Laurie Lucette, who'll be bringing you your meals and drinks." She handed each girl a small walkie-talkie. "Anything you desire, you need only press the call button, and one of them will answer and take your orders." Maurice greeted them with a smile, his deep voice tinged with an accent from deeper in the island, a lilting pinch of french creole. Hefting all of their bags in his muscular arms, he began leading them toward their beach-front cabin.

Aurora was relieved at the desk and went into her office. She summoned the cook and the head bartender, giving them each a package of gray powder. "This is for the occupants of bungalow eleven. Formula forty-one. Make sure their food and drinks are laced with it." The two agreed with a slight smirk. Everyone knew of Aurora's experiments, and they had all benefited from them. Aurora's work at Cambridge had been in biochemistry, with an emphasis in the neuro-chemistry of sexual attraction. "And make sure the staff continues to take their weekly pills," she added, no doubt unnecessarily. The staff got one kind of medicine, making them stronger, with more endurance, and enhanced sexual prowess. The selected guests got drugs designed to put them in a state of easy arousal and diminished resistance to suggestion. Aurora had, for example, specifically chosen these newest arrivals for her experiments. She liked the ethnic mix, their youth and relative inexperience, and general attractiveness. She had made sure to offer them a highly discounted package that was too good a deal to resist, and the trio had snapped it up, as planned.

 

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"Bungalow package," repeated Shelby. Her smile could light up a room, and now it threatened to split her face in half. the girl practically did a dance of excitement. Sure, she'd known that they were getting pampered and treated well, but this seemed like something out of Paradise. Plus, nearly everywherey ou looked, there was plenty of eye-candy to admire. While Shelby wasn't the type to dabble in what she considered to be "darker meat' she could certainly recognize that most of the staff here had a look that screamed a pampered lifestyle.

She gathered up their stuff, distributing keys and giggles among the trio. Just getting the keys was enough to bring smiles to each girl's face, and Rose did a little dance of happiness. Said dance made it so she accidentally bumped into Laurie. the smaller girl blushed, moving away from the prettier, older woman. She took her walkie talkie and muttered something.

"None of this costs anything extra?" asked Miora. She had noticed the attractive people, but unlike her two companions, she wasn't entirely distracted by all the amenities.

"Oh, Miora, lighten up," insisted Shelby, bopping hips with her friend. "Most of it is complimentary,and whatever's not, I can handle no problem. It's all on daddy's card anyway. It's a present," she slid out the card, something she'd gotten out to pay, and wiggled it a few times. Miora rolled her eyes, but was obviously going along with the domineering Shelby for now.

"Alright, so Maurice has the bags," said Shelby, pointing. "And I know we all wanted to check this place out. Why don't we split up? We can all meet up at the club at eight, sound good?"

The other two agreed, all making plans and mentioning them. Miora wanted to get a drink or two; Rose had snacks in mind, and she was already trailing Maurice and Laurie (something about the woman kept distracting Rose; these people were just so striking). Shelby, ever the leader, was looking for Aurora, wanting to know the exact schedules of everything. Massages and tans were at the top of her list, but the control freak clearly was making sure that everything was included.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

As Aurora left her office, she was quickly approached again by Shelby, the taller blond. It was clear she wanted to know more about the schedules. "I was on my way for a snack," Aurora smiled at her. "Why don't you come with me and we can talk at the snack bar." She led Shelby through the lobby area and into a large room that served as the nightclub during the evening hours. There was a stage at one end of the room, and a serving bar along the back wall, which served drinks and snacks at night, and day snacks and lunches during the day. Aurora led Shelby to a couple of the two dozen stools at the bar. There were half a dozen guests ordering early lunches, and a trio of servers behind the counter. As soon as one of them saw Aurora, she came directly to meet her.

"Hi, Aurora," she greeted her boss. The new arrival was another dark, lovely young woman. She wore a silver bikini top and white shorts that stood out against her ebony skin. She was more busty than her boss, with hips to match, and long straight hair that ended in curls at her neck and had a dyed red streak in one of her bangs. Her open smile included Shelby. "You want your usual?" she asked Aurora, and turned to Shelby. "And what can I get for you this morning, sweetie?"

Aurora nodded to her expected order and laid a gentle hand on Shelby's arm. "I'm having a fruit plate, a delicious and light morning pick-me-up that won't spoil your lunch. You should try it. Delora here is our chief cook and executive chef, she designs all our exclusive meals."

Once Delora left to prepare their orders, Aurora turned her full attention to Shelby's questions. "You wanted to know about the spa? We're very proud of it, and it's become immensely popular. Almost too popular, I'm afraid, and we need to expand it. You can make an appointment for mud baths, avocado packs, full body massages, Brazilian bikini wax, manicure and pedicure, hair styling... Their schedule is packed, I'm afraid, so it may be two or three days before you can get in. On the other hand, Maurice and Laurie are both certified in all treatments. They can do anything you want at your bungalow, and you won't have to wait for an appointment, just tell them what you want. Anything short of the mud bath. It's all part of your package."

She paused as the food arrived. Shelby's, of course, was laced with Formula Forty-one, and this would be Shelby's first dose of it. Aurora watched as she began to pick at her food with a friendly smile. "Most of our planned social events are outside, by the pool and beach. It's so warm and comfortable, we light tiki torches, the outside bar serves food and snacks, and local musicians provide music. If you like that scene, you can wander over her around eight. On Friday nights we book a band from the mainland, for a concert-slash-dance party in here. We use the hall other nights for late night entertainment, usually scheduled for after midnight. Everything from jazz singers to blue comics to magicians. These tend to be locals, but they are good entertainment I promise you. Any other questions?"

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Miora had asked about drinks, and been directed out to the main pool. She could see it was a large one, with amenities like a couple of twisty water slides, low and high dives, even a climbing wall at poolside (if you slipped, you fell into the deep end). The beach was within sight beyond the pool, an easy walk down a few paths to the gentle blue-green waves of the Carribean. And next to the pool, and the focus of her attention, the grass and leaf decorated open building with the large bar. There was a lot of traffic in and out of that building, guests entering with empty cups and leaving with full ones.

Miora found an empty perch at the bar, and watched as a handsome black man nudged a female server aside and stepped up to her. His hair was very short and neat, a curly headed coating to a lean handsome face. He was wearing an open beach shirt, brightly patterned, and a single gold necklace, his only subdued bit of bling. "Hi, how are you doin'?" he greeted her with an accent that wasn't from the island, but had more of a tinge of southern United States. "I'm Dash, the head bartender here. What can I get you?"

Shortly he brought her her order, a perfectly made drink with a dash of Formula 41. He leaned on the counter toward her, his smile friendly and charming, ready to make small talk if she was interested.

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The trio of started out toward the bungalow. Laurie was friendly with the shy younger woman, linking her elbow with Rose's, laughing gaily, with Maurice, his arms bulging with the guests' bags coming behind them. "You'll get to find your way before you know it, dear," Laurie was assuring Rose as they moved out of the main building and along a path that paralleled the beach but moved through a thick patch of lush foliage. Laurie delighted in pointing out different flowers and even a few colorful birds that had made nests in the mini-rain forest.

After a short walk, the 'jungle' thinned out, and they were walking on sand toward a nice house ahead. If Rose was expecting something like a cabin, or even a hut, she was instantly assured. The house was built on raised stilts, to allow for high tides and unexpected waves. They climbed the outside steps to an open porch/terrace that surrounded the house. Laurie unlocked the front door and handed the key and two copies for the other girls to Rose. The door opened to a spacious open lounge, flooded with light from windows in both the front and back of the house, and decorated with several comfy looking pieces of furniture: lounge chairs and sofas. To one side, a half wall, cut open with a serving window, and open door, led to the kitchen, something suitable for hosting a party, if need be, Laurie told her suggestively.

Maurice was moving down the short hall in the other direction. There were two doors on either side. Three led to spacious bedrooms, each with a queen sized bed and sliding glass door onto the terrace. Two faced the beach, one inland. The one looking inland revealed a large hot tub built into the back side of the terrace. The fourth door led to a shared bathroom, but one as large as a bedroom. It featured a large bathtub with jacuzzi jets, a standing glass-enclosed shower, a counter with two matching sinks and a well-lit makeup table with mirror. A corner closet seemed very well equipped with fluffy bath towels and several wildly patterned beach towels.

"All yours, missy, you an' your friends," Maurice told her gaily, sorting through the bags he was carrying to find Rose's. "You be the first, so you gets the first pick," he added. "Which one do ya' want, me girl?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Shelby nodded, all smiles and cheer, per usual. Not only was she about to get a tour of the facility, but said tour would be given by none other than the owner herself. This place certainly knew what service meant, and already Shelby was making notes about what to comment upon. After all, she did move in all the right circles, and her daddy's money went quite far.

so she easily followed Aurora toward the snack bar. Like her friends, Shelby's stomach did growl slightly, and the idea of food seemed like it would be quite pleasant. She was simply more used to holding off hunger than the other two, mostly because of extensive trials with diets. So when they arrive, Shelby appeared more interested in decoration and appearances than the actual food. which meant that she immediately checked out the server, her brows raising at the skimpy clothing. This place took relaxation seriously.

"I'll have what she's having," agreed Shelby, nodding toward her companion. Besides, a fruit platter sounded absolutely amazing, and sharing it with an impressive woman like Aurora would make things all the better. The blonde simply shifted and got comfortable, eyes upon Aurora as the beautiful woman explained all the luxuries they would be experiencing. And, per usual, she was making lists of possibilities in her head. certainly she'd make sure Rose got pampered, as she doubted the girl had ever done anything of the sort. A waxing and a styling would do wonders for the tiny Hispanic.

"I might have to convince Maurice to give me special treatment then," said Shelby. She winked a flirty wink, laughing lightly. The food arrived, and already the blonde was sampling each dish. She didn't immediately eat things, but instead stuck them between her pink lips and sucked mightily, drawing the juices, and by connection, the formula, into her mouth.

"This is quite good," said Shelby, holding a finger to her lips to push more juice inside. "Oh, I'm sorry, forgive me for interrupting," another giggle, "and I'm sure we'll be seeing the local scene. That's actually our plan for the tonight. I have to admit, your surface and food is already defying all expectations. I'm certainly telling daddy all about this place."

and she popped another fruit into her mouth, chewing confidently, like a girl who'd been given the world on a platter.

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Miora was tired, nearly exhausted. Flying never went well for the Brit. Plus, to be quite blunt, she wanted to dim her mind a little bit before heading off to enjoy anything else. Near the top of her list was a massage; shortly after that was finding a cute native boy to lead along for the week. Not to take to bed; Miora would never think of having a fling, but certainly to enjoy.

So she slid into a perch, adjusting and getting as comfortable as possible. Almost immediately she reached up to undo the top button of her blouse, exposing some of her pale white skin. She then flashed a beautiful, toothy smile at the bartender, ordering something a little stiffer than most girls her size would handle. She needed something to relax her.

"Pleased to meet you, Dash," she said, her voice an odd counter to his southern drawl. No sooner had the drink arrived than she was downing it, and of course, the formula it contained. she set it down, asking for a much lighter, fruitier drink to follow. she leaned onto the bar, propping both elbows up as she surveyed the area.

"Tell me, Dash," she asked, her eyes taking on the slightly flirty look. "Where can a bird go to find some decent blokes around here, hmm? Or should I just wait for the party tonight?"

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Rose couldn't help but stare and gape at absolutely everything. She knew that she was supposed to be playing it cool, to not be looking like a tourist who'd just left the states for the first time. But her family hadn't exactly been loaded, and she'd only recently made friends with Shelby. The loaded blonde took the tiny Hispanic along, figuring that was what you did with friends. Rose had been excited and nearly bouncing since.

"This is all so cool," she said, turning while she walked. "And you guys actually live here? I think my brain would explode or something."

she smiled and turned back, walking forward, even skipping a time or two. When they at last came to the bungalow, the girl stopped and stared, brown eyes going wide as she took in the building in its entirety. "It's like something out a movie!"

And she was bounding inside, checkind out rooms and following Maurice dutifully, making excited noises at each and every room. "I want one of the rooms facing the ocean," she announced, waving a hand in what she hoped was a regal fashion. "So pick whichever one is best. Oh, and I've got some money to tip. It's in my suitcase; Shelby gave it to me. You'll have to tell me how much to give you though; I don't exactly have a lot of practice."

And she was digging into her bag the moment Maurice set it down, flipping through a wad of bills. naturally Shelby had given them all a fair amount of cash, since it was like water to the leggy blonde.

"And could I get a massage? I want to relax and stuff, and that seems like it would be cool," she paused, remembering what these were often like: half naked and involving oil. she blushed immediately, "Um, with a girl, if one's available."

Because the little virgin didn't want to have a guy touching her half-naked body.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Aurora smile, more than graciously, as Shelby went on in praise of what she'd experienced so far. "We like to believe our staff is exceptional," she agreed. "Not only do they get very good wages here, but we make sure they enjoy the services they provide. It's just as rewarding for us to meet and enjoy the presence of so many wonderful guests." She smiled and leaned closer to Shelby, picking up another fruit from Shelby's plate and offering it directly to her lips. "You can't imagine how much joy it brings us to see our guests having so much pleasure here with us."

Aurora let her hand move lightly to rest on Shelby's arm just above the elbow. "I want you to feel free to come to any of ... us, for anything you need, or want. I promise you the most delightful experiences." She smiled and blinked her eyes, her high cheekbones reflecting light from the windows upon her mocha skin. She seemed to have an almost aristocratically perfect face, and a light scent of exotic flowers greeted Shelby from her perfume. There was a moment in which both girls seemed to freeze in place, as if in expectation.

Then Aurora drew back, and all was normal, it seemed. She took a delicate sip of her drink, while seeming to consider something. "You know, I have an appointment for a mud bath and massage this morning. If you're really interested, maybe you'd like to come along, as my guest. There's room enough to share a mud pit, if you're not too shy about such things. And I'm sure we could scare up a spare masseuse. Have you ever enjoyed having your body surrounded by the sensation of warm, oozing, scented mud? It's something you really should try," she urged. "Finish your fruit, and let's see what we can arrange."

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The bartender smiled as he leaned against the bar from the server side and favored Moira with a saucy smile. "You never need to wait here, Miss, for whatever it is you have a yen for." He waved casually toward the bar and pool. "An entire resort, a playground, full of young men, and women for that matter, just eager to please and have a good time. They've even made an off-islander like me feel right at home." He watched her down her first drink like a sailor, and set to mix her follow up with a perfect mix of flavors, and, of course, more of Aurora's latest formula.

"I can see you're a bit of a traveler yourself," he smiled, judging from her accent, as he placed a thin slice of banana in the drink with a straw as the final touch, and placed it before her. "Me, I started out going to Georgia Tech and working here in the summers. After I got my degree, I had to ask myself: did I want to end up stuck in some law firm all day, sweating to make partner? When every year when I worked down here, I was having the time of my life? So here I am, doing what I love."

He copied her stance, leaning on both elbows to look in her eyes, their faces separated by only a few inches. "So, just what kind of 'bloke' have you got your eyes on, lovely Miss Brit? Looking for a guide, a dance partner, a soul mate? I'm sure I can recommend someone to be just what you need." His smiling teeth almost glistened in the bright sunlight, and there was a suggestive twinkle in his eyes.

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"If it be up to me," Maurice suggested, moving down the hallway to the last door seaside, "I'd be wanting me this room. There be a bird feeder hangin' from the eaves in the corner, and every morning, you'd be wakin' to the sweet song of the birds gatherin' for they breakfast. Music and dazzlin' color, so much better than be any alarm clock, I be sayin'." He moved her Rose's bags onto the bed and opened them, also opening the closet door and the top drawers of the dresser.

"You keeps your money safe," he demurred, holding up his hand in protest as she even suggested going for a tip. "This is what we does, young Missy, for our pleasure and the pleasure of the guests. If you be likin', I'll get your tings hung up and folded away, while you goes to see Laurie 'bout that massage you talkin' about."

Laurie was emerging from the kitchen, holding a glass of cool, exotic fruit juice which she offered to Rose. She had apparently overheard what she had been saying about a massage. "Both Maurice and I are fully trained to give massages, as well as other beauty treatments. The spa has become rather overcrowded lately, and it's a longer wait to get in most of the time. If you'd be willing, I'd be happy to give you a relaxing rub down." She waited expectantly as Rose sampled her drink, including her dose of Formula 41. Her accent was less pronounced than Maurice's, and it was clear she'd had some schooling. Her tone was deep, almost an Eartha Kitt-like husky growl. She sometimes performed in the nightclub as a jazz singer.

"We could set up in your bedroom, although that would be a bit cramped, or here in the main room. We could even go outside. I've given massages on the beach, or on your terrace. Your beach here is fairly exclusive, and some past guests have gone nude in complete comfort. On the off-sea side of the balcony, it is perfectly private, with nothing visible but the rain forest." She smiled reassuringly to the shy Hispanic guest. "Just trust me, Rose. Put yourself in my hands, and they will take away all your cares."

 

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Shelby nodded. The staff was quite exceptional, almost too much so. In all Shelby's travels, she'd never encountered a group of people quite so accommodating. It was quite refreshing, actually.

"You even feed fruit," she said teasingly, leaning in to bite the fruit from Aurora's hands. she ended up nearly losing some, and had to lift a finger up to slide the rest of it inside. "The fruit here just tastes so sweet! I feel like i could never get enough!"

Already, Shelby's body had started to feel that formula, apparently. For a flush came to her, one that wasn't just from her experience. She could hear Aurora's words, said in that devilish accent. each syllable hung with expectation, promising so much. It drew Shelby's eyes to Aurora's, and she hung there, seeming trapped in the moment.

"That sounds awesome," she said, coming back and feeling embarrassed, as though she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She was already smiling though, and eating more fruit, which she hoped would cover her fumbling lips. "I'm perfectly alright with my body," she ended up saying. Why did she keep saying such things? She blushed. "I mean, you've been so welcoming so far. I would love the opportunity to spend more time with you. Besides," she ate another piece of fruit, nearly finishing, "if your mud is as good as your fruit, I'll probably end up eating it."

A giggle and the blonde went to playing with the food, eating the rest of it with evident glee.

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Miora rolled her eyes at the smile, taking another sip of the drink. "I'm lookin' for a lad who's good for some playing. Why else would a bird look for a bloke in a place like this, hmm? I want to find someone I can brag to my friends about."

She sipped the drink down more carefully. It tasted good, she'd give him that, though she wondered at the fruity mixture. She only half-listened to the man as he spoke. It sounded like he'd left a good career for something more blase. It nearly made her wince, and she pulled away from him.

"I think I"ll look around a little more," she said. She forced a smile. "I'm not big on the whole Southern drawl thing. Makes you sound like your mother and your father were also cousins. Lovely smile though."

she took her drink, sipping it as she headed toward the pool. Perhaps there was a little more sway to her step than before. Maybe just a little.


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Rose was trying desperately hard not to be excited and impressed... and failing... spectacularly. She even found the accents cool, let alone the idea of waking up to birdsong or hearing the waves when she slept.

"This is so cool!" she said, nearly bouncing. "You don't have to worry about my stuff though. Just toss it in my room or something. Besides," she smiled, the expression lighting her cute face, "I need you to get going if I'm gonna get my massage. Can't let you see the ladybits or anything."

She giggled, moving over to take the juice, sipping it. The flavors were amazing, and the girl looked happy to be taking them in. She hadn't the foggiest idea about the formula, and it was likely to hit her hard, since she was so clean she almost squeaked.

"Let's do the balcony," she said. She had already started blushing at the idea of getting naked, even if this woman was the only one who would see her. It was embarrassing to think about, and she really didn't want Maurice to get any ideas. Rose was already beaming up at the woman, trusting her implicitly and taking more sips of her drugged drink.

"Ready when you are," she said. "Oh, except for getting naked. Maurice needs to leave first..."

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

(We might want to split these up into individual threads for each girl, although at later times, they may get back together for certain activities. Just a thought; let me know how you feel about that.)

Aurora watched as Shelby finished her fruit, then she smiled and took her guest's arm in a gay, almost sisterly manner. "Just place yourself in my hands, Shelby. We'll have a wonderful afternoon. Let's go." With a gentle laughter, they set off toward the spa.

They went in through a pair of swinging doors to a reception desk, where another lovely island native woman greeted them, especially her boss. "Hello Aurora, come for your treatment today?" She looked curiously at Shelby.

"Yes, Tavia," the owner smiled. "This is my new friend Shelby, and I was hoping there might be room to squeeze her in with me today."

"Yes, well," the receptionist hesitated slightly, consulting her digital schedule. "We are a little tight this afternoon, but, um we only have one mud pit reserved for you, Aurora. If you wouldn't mind sharing..."

Aurora smiled and nodded toward Shelby. "The pits are roomy enough for two, Shelby, if you don't object. Believe me, you'll hardly notice a thing. And the massages?" she turned back to Tavia.

"Oh, we'll find a way to handle that, don't worry," Tavia smiled confidently. Whatever the boss wanted, she would get. "Why don't you both come along with me to the changing rooms." She led them through another pair of doors into a hallway lined with open doorways. Immediately to their right was a large locker-type room, divided into small cubicles with separating walls about shoulder high. They gave a sense of privacy without cutting the women off from still conversing with their friends. Aurora and Shelby were led to adjoining cubicles. Within the private space was a padded bench for sitting while dressing, half a dozen tall lockers and twice as many small ones. Next to the tall lockers were several terrycloth robes hanging on hooks.

Aurora had turned her back to Shelby and was removing her wrap-around, revealing panties with a matching floral pattern to the bra of her bikini. She bent over gracefully, one hand steadying herself on the separating panel between her and Shelby, while she slipped off her heeled sandals and put them in a small locker. "You can help yourself to one of the robes once you've undressed," she said to Shelby, "and then we'll make our way to the mud bath." She reached around her smooth back to unclasp the swimsuit top, and slipped the bottoms down her lean legs to pool at her ankles. She bent over at the waist to reach down and snag the small stringed panties and put everything in the same small locker. With her back still turned, she grabbed a robe and slipped it up her arms onto her shoulders.

She turned back to Shelby, still in the process of closing her robe, giving Shelby an instant's glance at her pert breasts, lean belly, and trim flawless thighs before the flaps came together and she secured the robe with the sash. She smiled invitingly at Shelby over the separating panel. "Ready for the soak of your life?" she said and twitched her head toward the door.

At the door to the changing room, Tavia met them again and led the way down the hall to one of the last doorways. Once they stepped through the doorway, the temperature seemed to rise fifteen or twenty degrees. The room was dominated by a rectangular pit in the floor, about six feet long and three wide. It was full of warm mud, with a slightly more liquid consistency than you'd find after a rainy day in the yard. And it smelled delightful - fruity and sweet, with a touch of perfume. Tavia motioned for Shelby to take one end and Aurora the other.

"Just remove your robes and slip into the baths," she nodded to them. Aurora gave Shelby and encouraging smile, then she undid her sash as Tavia slipped behind her. The robe slid from her shoulders as Tavia moved it down the beautiful woman's arms, folding it and placing it on a shelf in the wall behind her. Aurora held Shelby's gaze for a long moment, then bent one leg to lower the other into the mud bath, the oozing substance slowly covering up what had been revealed. Aurora hit bottom with her thigh nearly buried in the mud, then she gripped the edge and lowered her other leg, and then began to slowly slide her upper body down. When she was done, only her neck and head were still visible. Tavia placed some kind of waterproof pillow behind her neck, and Aurora smiled, watching as Tavia came to stand behind Shelby, placing her hands on the robe at the guest's shoulders.

(Note: I don't really know anything about spa treatments. I'm making this up as I go along. If you wish to correct my more ridiculous errors, feel free.)

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Miora was barely out the door of the cabana, when she heard the start of a commotion in one section of the pool. There had been a splash at the base of the climbing wall, and now it looked like someone was floating in the deep end, face down. Barely had she noticed it, when she felt herself brushed aside as someone, Dash, she realized, swept past her at almost a run. He was whipping off his shirt, leaving his trim, athletic body in swim trunks. In an instant, he was at the pool's edge and unhesitatingly dived into the water like a racer. A few strokes brought him to the floating body, which he turned over, gathered up, and pulled to the nearest side of the pool in seconds. He hoisted the young man out onto the deck and joined him a moment later, looking quickly but carefully at the victim's head, then arranging him for CPR. Only a few pumps brought the young man to a fit of coughing as swallowed water gurgled from his throat.

"Lay back," Dash directed calmly, folding a beach towel under his head. Another waitress from the cabana placed a black bag beside him, and Dash pulled out a flashlight and shined it in the boy's eyes, testing pupil response. Then he peered again at his head, feeling the bruise with his thumbs. Soon he'd pulled out some gauze from the bag and was gently applying some disinfectant to the wound.

"I told you-all to be careful on that wall. I swear, next to wind surfin' that's my biggest source of bizness. I don't see any concussion, boy, but I suggest you get that girlfriend a' yours to take you up to your room for some TLC the rest o' the day. An' you call the resort clinic if you feel any dizziness the next twenty-fou' hours, ya hear?"

He closed up his medical bag and helped the boy to his feet, then watched as a bikini-clad girl put his arm on her shoulder and guided him away from the pool. Dash looked up to see Miora watching with others who had gathered around, and shrugged playfully. He flashed her a smile. "Ma and Pa an' all the rest of the cousins were right proud when I got my license at Hopkins," he said, exaggerating his accent. "This place needs a doctor, but the real money's in mixing drinks. Hope you find the man you'll be braggin' about, young lady. Have a good afternoon."

He swept his hand down his arms, wringing off some excess pool water, then started back toward the bar.

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Laurie smiled and put her hand on Rose's arm reassuringly. "Maurice, why don't you set up the massage table on the balcony, and then leave us girls for a little privacy, eh?" She turned back to Rose. "Once he's gone, you go into your room and strip down. There's very comfortable beach towels on the shelves. Wrap yourself up in one and meet me on the deck. I'll get my things together and meet you there."

Maurice found the folded massage table in a closet and went around to the back on the balcony, unfolded it and locking in the clips that made it a sturdy padded bench about six feel long, comfortably padded, complete with a head/face support attachment. He also set up a small table near it, where Laurie could put her lotions, and a stool if Laurie needed to sit. He then came around to nod to Laurie that all was set. Rose had gone to her bedroom to change. Maurice spoke softly to Laurie.

"You goin' to ban me from all your fun, my sweet?" he teased her.

Laurie also checked to make sure they were not overheard. "Little bud needs to flower, my friend. We must encourage her in the soil that supports her best. Once she blossoms, there will be plenty of nectar for all the honey bees to dip their noses." A bit louder she added, "Now you run along to the resort, Maurice. No doubt you can be of some use there until we call." Maurice stuck his tongue out at her playfully, then said a farewell and headed back to the path and the resort.

Laurie took her bag to the deck and began setting up bottles of scented lotion on the table. She was sitting on the stool when Rose appeared. "Ah, come here, Missy. Let me help you with that towel. Just get comfortable face down here, and I'll adjust the head piece." There were levers that moved the padded open face support to the right height and distance for Rose's tastes. Laurie lowered the towel and folded it until it was just a narrow strip covering Rose's ass, leaving the rest of her back and legs available for massage. Laurie snapped open a bottle and dabbed scented oil onto her hand, then rubbing both hands to make them soft and slick. Then standing at Rose's head, she leaned over and began sensuously rubbing the guest's shoulder, neck and down her back.

 

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{I could certainly see splitting it up, if you wanted, since the responses are getting so long as it is. If that's what you'd feel more comfortable with, I'm certainly game. Would also allow us to go into greater detail with a specific pairing, should we feel the leaning}

Shelby felt completely at ease with Aurora. Why shouldn't she? The older woman had been nothing but friendly and inviting the entire time. So the blonde easily slid her arm through the tanned match, and they walked, laughing as though they hadn't a care in the world. Shelby nodded and grinned at the news of the mud pit, "I'm sure it'll be fine," she said. Her body was already starting to hum, a sort of pleasant buzz starting. To think, they would move aside everything. Well, Aurora was the one in charge, so it only made sense that she would get whatever she wanted.

Little did Shelby suspect that what Aurora might want was on her arm now.

"Looks about like I'd expected," she commented, looking around the locker room as they entered. "You people really go out of your way to make your guests comfortable? Huh?"

She turned to Aurora to follow the conversation, only to find herself hesitating. The older woman had removed her wrap, removing a taut body beneath. Shelby's eyes were glued to Aurora, scanning the delicious form. For a moment, the blonde's imagination played havoc with her senses, playing a sensual scene in her mind's eye. Words just jostled her out of it, and Shelby was soon removing her own clothes. Sundress fell, revealing a brilliant blue bikini underneath, with white stripes. That soon fell though, and Shelby was putting on her own robe, pretending that the feeling of the soft cloth against her skin didn't make her shiver.

The soak of her life. Again, more mental images played across Shelby's mind, this time accompanied with very real information as to her hostess's sensual body. The blonde saw herself squirming in mud, enjoying attentions and giving them in kind. She tried to shake the thoughts from her mind, entering the room.

The heat hit her hard, sucking away more breath, leaving the poor girl struggling even more. Somehow she managed to find her way to the edge of the pool, only to be paralyzed yet again, this time by the undressing of her hostess. That beautiful body was displayed in full glory, and Shelby could have sworn that Aurora even purposefully met her eyes before sliding into the mud. A shot of pleasure hit the blonde, and she could feel her nether lips moisten just a little, enough to make her bite her lip, suppressing it. She'd have to spend a little alone time later, fix this problem.

wait, tugging at the robe. Moving. Shelby laughed, moving toward the pit and sliding in, moving much quicker than Aurora. The dark mud slid over the tanned flesh, covering the lean body underneath. At least Shelby had had enough sense of mind to tie her hair up and back. Otherwise though...

"Sorry I'm so spacy," she said, smiling at her hostess. "I don't think I'm quite used to this much pampering, or something."

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Miora watched the spectacle unfold, half wondering if this was some kind of elaborate ruse. Though, she had to admit, it certainly put Dash in a more appealing light, setup or no. Miora watched him carefully, debating whether she should be considering a second opinion. He was a doctor after all, and who didn't want to sleep with one of those at least once in their life?

However, his last comment made Miora snort. Snorting and tossing her head, she purposefully strode away, trying to find someone who was impressive. Also, she tried desperately to pretend like her mind wasn't picturing the water rolling down Dash's body.


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Rose nodded, trying not to bounce with her excitement and nerves. A private massage! on the balcony of her own beach bungalow! This was the kind of thing you dreamed about having, and here it sat, one of several perks handed over for Rose to enjoy. she nearly skipped over to shimmy out of her clothes, wrapping the towel about her tiny body.

The excited teen nearly bounced back into the room, all smiles and eyes as she looked over the scene. Laurie had set everything up, table, oils and all. The thought of having those sensual oils splashed over her body excited Rose. While she certainly didn't have the experience that her two older friends had, she still watched movies, had still kissed a boy, still understood how this all worked. But more importantly, the idea of being treated like a veritable princess made her brush aside any other, lesser thoughts.

"Just tell me if I mess up or something. It's my first time," said Rose. With a smile, she adjusted herself onto the table, not even moving the towel till she was situated. Even then, when Laurie tugged at the covering, Rose blushed nearly crimson. She was acutely aware of the lack of material across her small breasts, not to mention the cool air along her back.

She opened her mouth to comment, but instead a moan came out, long and low, as the hands slid over her flesh, easing tension that rose hadn't even realized she had. Something told her that she was really about to enjoy her first time...