CSI: Dark Past
A constant vibration stirred Grissom from his sleep. He was initially confused and it took several moments to shake the cobwebs from his brain before he realized the source; earthquake. It wasn’t very strong, but enough so to dislodge several items from a shelf which noisily crashed to the floor.
* * * * *
Grissom sat at his office computer and evaluated an article he had written on two species of endangered butterflies. A tap at the door distracted him. Without looking up he invited the visitor inside. As the door opened Big Mouth Billy Bass sang in welcome.
“Working on a case?” He recognized Sara’s voice.
“Of a kind,” he responded as she patiently waited. “Are you aware that last fall’s wildfires resulted in the loss of nearly 70% of the Thorne’s hairstreak and Hermes copper butterfly habitat?”
“I was completely ignorant until now,” she admitted as a half-smile appeared on her otherwise serious face.
He completed his final edit, closed the file, and gave her his full attention. When he glanced up he was surprised to say the least. Her naturally attractive face was further enhanced by make-up applied too heavily. Her normal casual attire had been replaced by an excessively short bright yellow skirt, a revealing white pullover half-top, and black stiletto-heeled shoes that were open at the toe. His mind quickly assessed her appearance.
“Going fishing?” he inquired.
He hadn’t seen her dressed in such a manner before or since she volunteered to be bait in a case that almost went sour. Luckily they were able to catch the Strip Strangler in time. And he hadn’t found a reason to draw his service weapon since.
“I’m hoping they might be biting.” Sara walked over to the fish board and retrieved a note that listed a brief case description for one that had gotten away.
“My case load is taken care of and I thought I might go back over to Willie’s and see if I can attract some unwanted attention and loosen some lips. I want that bastard caught. Not only does he rape women, he kills their animals too.”
The phone rang. Grissom picked up, listened, and acknowledged as Sara refreshed her memory with details of the case.
“It appears your case load isn’t as light as you think.”
“I can’t go to a crime scene dressed like this!” she protested.
“I don’t think the Vic will complain.” The tone of his response immediately ended the discussion.
* * * * *
A sea of flashing red and blue illuminated the area. Grissom and Sara walked towards Sgt. O’Riley who was directing two uniformed officers. She felt ridiculous in the provocative attire, and was greeted with looks, raise eyebrows, and a few cat-calls from unformed officers who couldn’t help but notice her. Sara dismissed them with a most un-lady like gesture.
They reached him as the officers walked off.
“It seems the earthquake was the last straw for this place. It collapsed this afternoon. When the west wall gave way several human bones were discovered,” Sgt. O’Riley reported.
“I’ve been here several times, back before they closed,” Grissom commented as he recalled the look of the club and casino in years past. “It was a local hangout called Pair-A-Dice. It exchanged hands several times and at the end was a combination casino and strip club.”
“At the end it was more than that,” O’Riley pointed out. “It was managed by a local thug and the dancers did anything asked of them.”
“You mean the interview process was stiff?” Grissom commented.
O’Riley countered “Let’s just say they danced for a hard crowd.”
Grissom noticed a floodlight was pointed at a small opening in the wreckage. “Who’s inside?”
“Catherine,” Sgt. O’Riley answered, and then explained “She arrived just a short while ago. She said she was familiar with the layout and wanted to see if she could locate anything more.”
It was no secret that in a previous life Catherine had been an exotic dancer. She made no effort to hide it. But what surprised Grissom was what O’Riley said. Had she crossed the line? That was something any woman would keep well hidden, and it caused him to wonder.
“Who called it in?” Sara asked.
“A couple of kids took a pelvis home and claimed it was part of a dinosaur, but lucky for us the father knew otherwise,” O’Riley answered.
“Catherine appears to have the inside covered, so let’s check out the initial discovery point,” Grissom suggested to Sara.
The ground was uneven at best, and littered with fragments of the building. She had a difficult time maintaining her balance, and when she teetered on the edge of falling Grissom reached for her left hand with his right and grabbed it.
Whether intentional or otherwise, their fingers interlocked like love-struck teens. As she steadied herself a brief smile formed at the edge of her lips as the innocent gesture sparked a jolt of excitement.
“Hold on until I get you there,” Grissom instructed in a calm voice.
As Sara looked down at the ground and carefully picked a path that avoided as much of the debris as possible, tingling warmth filled her supple loins. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time, and she wondered if any of this was affecting Grissom as it was her. Did he realize her hands were clammy, and why?
Once out of view of the flashing emergency beacons and squad car floodlights, Sara pretended to fall…again. Grissom was in a more awkward position for any attempted rescue, but that didn’t stop him from trying. They both tumbled to the dusty ground, hidden in a small depression formed by a mountain of surrounding debris.
Grissom landed fully on top of Sara in an embarrassing position. His legs were between her thighs, which were shamelessly exposed and parted. The force of the fall forced his lips to hers in an unplanned kiss.
Neither of their mouths retreated, and for a brief moment they each gave in to the sexual tension that always enveloped them. She was so tempted to thrust her tongue inside of his mouth that she found it emotionally painful to deny herself the pleasure.
Her heart raced with excitement as she felt his weight upon her body. Her thighs shifted apart slightly more in anticipation, hoping the kiss they shared would lead to more.
His mouth pulled away from hers, and for a second their eyes locked. When he glanced around at their hidden location and at the pile of debris that surrounded them, he remarked “What a fortuitous spill.”
Sara couldn’t suppress the wide grin that appeared on her face. She was convinced that the moment had finally arrived. Almost immediately wetness seeped from her fur-fringed pussy, and the outer lips swelled and moved apart beneath the thin panties that clung to her crotch.
Grissom removed most of his weight from her body as he propped himself up on his left elbow and reached his right hand down.
Sara reached her hands down between her thighs and anxiously slipped the narrow strip of cotton away from her pussy, exposing the moistened pink folds and dark curls of pubic hair. Her breathing quickly grew labored as she was filled with a thrilling rush. When she heard the metallic sound of a zipper, a second surge of essence followed. She imagined his swollen penis entering her tight canal and forcing the long-dormant walls apart.
“Do it,” she whispered, almost inaudibly.
“No, I’ll let you,” Grissom’s voice announced. “You have a passion for bones.”
Her eyes immediately popped open and saw the plastic evidence collection baggie that he dangled above her face. Her eyes followed his gaze, which led to the discovery of a partial bone fragment half-hidden in the debris pile that masked them.
The detective in her immediately surfaced as she grasped the baggie and meticulously collected the evidence without introducing any contamination. All thoughts of sex evaporated.
* * * * *
The lingering wetness in her panty crotch was a reminder of what almost was. Sara laid the bones onto a backlit table. With the recovered pelvis the bones formed a human skeleton, but one remained. She re-examined her work but saw no place for it. The jigsaw was complete, yet a piece remained. It was only a partial, which made it difficult to identify.
When Grissom entered the room Sara turned and faced him. “I can’t figure this out.”
Grissom took the extra bone from her and placed it on the backlit table below the pelvis and between the femurs. “It appears he died with a boner.”
Sara displayed a wry smile. “When’s the last time you had one?”
“Just a few hours ago, actually,” he honestly admitted. And then his voice turned serous. “I could lie, Sara, but I won’t. I know that there’s been a tension between us. It’s been difficult at times for me, and even perhaps for you. It’s much like the mating habits of a…”
In an act of frustration that Sara suspected she would long regret she lashed out. “I’m not some damned endangered bug! Fuck you, Grissom. No, better yet, fuck me!”
They both knew the night shift had vacated the premises and would soon be occupied by the morning crew. In that between-shift lull, they surrendered to desire and coupled. Grissom’s arms encircled her slender waist and lifted her into a sitting position on the backlit table.
Sara’s slender thighs automatically parted and revealed the stained crotch of her panties. She wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest as she levitated her legs up. When his fingers grasped the thin fabric and peeled them down her smooth legs she shamelessly exposed the pussy she’d wanted to reveal to him for so long.
“Somebody might…” he started.
“Then fuck me quick!” Sara answered before the question was finished. “Dammit, Grissom, don’t deny me now. I’m more fragile right than your most treasured specimens.”
This time when she heard the zipper she knew it wasn’t from the evidence collection kit. It was finally going to happen. Her eyes closed as she concentrated all her attention on the throbbing lips of her pussy. At long last she wasn’t going to be denied.
“Oh, Grissom…” she started. As the head of his penis thrust between the protective walls her desire liquefied into a flood of hot nectar. “Please…I need you more than ever.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she lay upon the backlit table, the skeleton and misplaced bone illuminated upon the same surface only inches away. Both realized that no such thing as secrecy existed among the members of CSI, and it was only a matter of time before others smelled the sex in the room and discovered the secret it held. Grissom would be annoyed if any missed such a clue. But such knowledge didn’t keep his hardened spear from seeking its target.
The rounded tip pressed at the narrow opening. As her hands clutched the edge of the table his grasped her soft, slender waist and pulled her closer to the table’s edge. His hips thrust forward and drove his penis into her juicy canal. The tight walls reluctantly yielded and allowed some penetration, but delightfully resisted any more. She softly groaned and breathlessly panted as her supple form shuddered in excitement.
He partially withdrew and thrust again, pushing deeper inside. Her tight walls enveloped the shaft and squeezed around the invading flesh. They eased into a slow rhythm of thrust and retreat, and as her pussy grew juicier an audible squishing sound surrounded them interspersed with soft moaning. Sara bit down on her lower lip to muffle her voice and reduce the risk of attracting unwanted attention.
Their interlude was brief but passionate. All of the pent-up sexual tension was released in the form of a powerful orgasm that clutched Sara. Initially she tensed, and then erupted in uncontrollable spasms of sheer ecstasy.
Overwhelmed by the intense delight, tears formed in her eyes and spilled down the side of her head as her writhing form shifted on the backlit glass tabletop in the otherwise unlit room. Bizarre shadows were created and danced on the ceiling like ghostly apparitions.
On the heels of the first, she was blessed with a second release. It was significantly less intense than the first and it quickly dissipated but not before Sara enjoyed momentary waves of tingling pleasure. It was as if thousands of tiny electric fingers suddenly caressed deep inside her belly and triggered a surge of essence that now dripped from her swollen pink folds and onto the table below.
Grissom didn’t hold back. They both realized time was short, and the longer the act was delayed the higher the risk of discovery became. It was Vegas and they were gambling on not being caught, but at some point the odds were stacked too high on the wrong side of the bet.
He made no effort to extend the act and thrust his full length into her pussy and ejaculated. A brief stream of DNA-laced semen was gratefully released. He pulled back and thrust forward a second and final time, grunting in delight as the remaining milky contents of his balls were emptied.
“We better clean this up quick,” he whispered as he withdrew his softening penis from between her still-quivering thighs.
“I’ll get it,” Sara volunteered as she slid off the tabletop. “Maybe you can check with Greg and see what he came up with.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that,” he agreed to her suggested pairing of assignments. He looked down at the floor and noticed the soiled panties partially obstructed by the table. “And don’t overlook the obvious.”
The air in the room was tinged with sex, but the continuously circulating fans of the environmental control system would quickly disperse any noticeable traces. After closing up his pants and straightening his clothing he left Sara to complete her self-assigned duties.
* * * * *
After Catherine emerged from the ruins and left Grissom and Sara to finish up the crime scene, she returned to her car. She could barely keep herself together long enough to get the door closed before tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
Her entire body trembled as she reflected on her dark past. Images of a previous life returned and overwhelmed her, triggered by her search of the collapsed club. It was an unexpected and steep emotional cost.
“So, how bad ya wanna work here, huh?” that detestable voice sounded in her head. “Show me the goods and what ya can do with’em, and then we’ll see.”
She should’ve turned and run. Catherine still couldn’t understand why she stayed and slowly peeled the clothes from her body, revealing everything to two Italian wise guys that spelled nothing but trouble. Maybe it was the smell of trouble that attracted her, just like when she hooked up with Eddie. The men she chose were all alike; disrespectful and disingenuous, to put it kindly. And assholes to the core.
Hands grasped and pulled her forward and down onto a lap. Her nude body continued to writhe in rhythm with the music that played in the background in an effort to earn herself a position as an exotic dancer in the newly reopened club. Her eyes closed as she desperately struggled against the mix of emotions that clashed in her heart and echoed in her mind. Somehow she found the courage, or stupidity, to follow through.
She felt hands on her breasts, squeezing the supple mounds. The guys exchanged cruel words as they assessed her physical attributes. After sizing up her breasts, hands were placed between her thighs. Fingers sifted through the soft curls and casually rubbed against the pink folds. A single finger worked between the lips and into the narrow canyon, fully exploring her pussy.
“Okay, get off,” the man decided as she passed his physical examination. “Be here Friday at seven with a smile on ya face and nothin’ else.”
Why she ever returned was a sign of her desperation. She showed on time in a skimpy outfit that revealed more than it covered. As music blared from a jukebox on steroids one girl danced on stage as three others provided individualized entertainment.
Even in the dimly illuminated club it was apparent that the men’s hands were all over the nude girls. Their lithe, glistening bodies writhed as they wore fake smiles on pretty faces. The men stared in breathless amazement at the gorgeous bodies that tempted them and freely caressed whatever caught their attention.
Catherine distinctly remembered wondering if she could go through with it. It was easy imagining herself in the same position. She didn’t have long to wait for an answer. Even before her first dance, Vinnie accosted her by the arm and directed her to a table to perform a personal favor.
Although she didn’t know it then, the rotund middle-aged man was Big Lou. He looked at Catherine with lust in his eyes. His large hands guided her onto his lap and fat fingers groped at her breasts through a red lace bra.
Why she shuddered and why her nipples excitedly hardened eluded understanding, because he was otherwise offensive. But he seemed genuinely pleased by her reaction. His right hand reached up and gestured to who Catherine guessed was Vinnie, and the pair was quickly ushered into an enclosed private party room.
Speakers inside mimicked the same music that played in the main bar. The man knew what he wanted, and with an unmistakable gesture requested her to disrobe. Catherine nervously complied and felt more naked than ever as his dark, cold eyes thoroughly explored her bare flesh.
When his hands reached for her she initially recoiled but the look he flashed her indicated a fierce intolerance of being denied any request. As if to emphasize the point that he, and he alone was in control, a hand sharply slapped across her face. That was when Catherine realized the depth of the hole she now found herself in.
And that was how it all started. When he reached for her a second time she willingly complied, and when he placed a hand on top of her head she sank to her knees and loosened his slacks with trembling fingers. By the time her fingers reached inside and withdrew his throbbing penis it was fully hardened.
Her heart raced as never before as Catherine’s mouth opened and she took him inside. A grimace appeared on her otherwise beautiful face as a foul musk flavor assaulted her senses. More frightened than disgusted she gave him the best head she was capable of and hoped her efforts would please him sufficiently. She knew that anything less would be costly.
Thankfully the big man didn’t last long. Catherine’s head bobbed up and down as her lips and tongue licked and sucked on the pulsating mass of flesh that was as hard as his heart. Within just a couple of minutes he climaxed. When he felt the semen rising from his balls, he firmly grasped her head in both hands told her to swallow it all if she knew what was good for her.
Catherine heeded the warning. When he ejaculated his hands pulled her head down. She swallowed the sudden surge of thick, warm semen that flooded into her mouth. No sooner had she forced down the initial load, a second and third followed. Her stomach turned as she ingested every drop of seed that squirted into her mouth. As if that wasn’t enough, he instructed her to pump the shaft and suck the rest of it out.
She was too frightened not to obey. Her mouth continued sucking on the round tip as one soft hand gently stroked the shaft from the base and all the way up to the tip. Each long, slow stroke worked a few drops of semen through his penis and into her mouth. When the supply dried up, she hesitantly pulled her mouth away.
“That was pretty good,” he commented as he tucked himself back inside his clothing. “Vinnie knows how to pick’em, I’ll give ‘im that.”
It was an initiation into the dark side of Vegas, where sex and money was covertly exchanged between the current ruling underworld power and those who tried to carve out a niche of their own. And each time Catherine returned for another shift, the deeper the hole grew. It was a miracle she ever escaped at all.
Several years later a missing man made the local news headlines. That was when she was able to put a name to the face; Big Lou. The police suspected foul play given his links to the mob. But when the body never surfaced, as so often they never do, it was eventually forgotten.
Jacques came up next to me and held his cock out to the Dutch girl who was riding me. She took his cock expertly in her mouth and began to deep throat him.
“You like our little party? No?” Jacques asked me as the Dutch girl worked on both of us.
“I want Emmanuelle to become one of my angels,” I said, all though my voice was a little strained from my current activity. “Can you have the papers drawn up for her by tomorrow?”
“Yes, leave it to Jacques,” he said, his hands on his butt as he let the Dutch girl devour him. “I will take care of everything for you, Charlie.”
“I don’t know if she’ll accept yet, but I want everything to be ready in case.”
“I think she will accept,” Jacques said with a laugh and nodded his head to the angels and Emmanuelle. “Look over there.”
Sabrina and Kelly were still going at it. Sabrina had one of Kelly’s erect nipples in her mouth, and Kelly was holding on tightly to Sabrina, her hands roaming up and down her back. Jill was still eating out Emmanuelle. But the amazing thing to me was that Sabrina and Kelly were sitting on top of Emmanuelle. She was on her back, and Sabrina was positioned right over her mouth with her female opening.
Emmanuelle was squirming around on the sand, as Jill would not give her any mercy, licking and sucking at her clit. However, this did not prevent her from seeing to Sabrina’s pleasure. She had Sabrina in spasms as she stuck her tongue repeatedly up inside of her. I knew that Sabrina normally could not get off with a woman, too. So this was quite a good job Emmanuelle was doing.
At last Sabrina climaxed and she literally fell off of Emmanuelle’s face and back into the sand. The sand clinging to her petite, Asian body, as she lied there panting from her orgasm. This meant it was Kelly’s turn and she hoped onto Emmanuelle’s willing mouth and spread her legs, slowly lowering her clit to Emmanuelle’s tongue.
I could see Kelly’s face contort as she experienced the tip of Emmanuelle’s tongue penetrate her and lick her from the inside. Kelly opened her mouth wide and threw back her head. She began to rotate her pelvis around Emmanuelle’s face. I could see the wet on Emmanuelle’s olive colored face glistening in the moonlight. Kelly’s juices were flowing freely from between her legs.
Finally Kelly fell off Emmanuelle much like Sabrina had done a few minutes before. Kelly and Sabrina hugged each other in the sand next to Emmanuelle and were both in a state near unconsciousness.
Now Jill kissed her way up Emmanuelle’s long nude body. The sight was a strange one. Jill was so short and Emmanuelle so tall. Emmanuelle took Jill in her arms and both girls kissed long and hungrily on the lips. Emmanuelle’s face was covered in the pussy juice of Sabrina and Kelly, and Jill’s face was covered with Emmanuelle’s cum.
Soon Emmanuelle was reaching between Jill’s legs. Then she was repositioning herself on the ground to bring Jill’s butt around to her face. Jill was squirming and crying and giving Emmanuelle a hard time. I knew Jill well enough to know this is how she did when she was on the brink of climax. Emmanuelle gently handled Jill, and finally settled her little body down enough to spread her thighs. She came up under Jill, and I think the first part of Jill her tongue got was Jill’s asshole. Needless to say Jill went wild and her screams echoed in the night. But there was a lot of activity on that beach by this time and so the moans of my angel just drowned in with the rest.
Emmanuelle thoroughly cleaned Jill’s under section. Starting with her anus she moved forward to her female fold. She held Jill firmly and forced her into multiple climaxes as she used both fingers and tongue on her, thoroughly invading both her openings.
When Emmanuelle finally let Jill go the little California blonde crawled on her belly in the sand and fell into the waiting arms of Kelly and Sabrina. All three of my angels had been satisfied. It was almost as good as if I had done it myself. I was very impressed with Emmanuelle, and I now was not too worried as to whether the angels would accept her or not. After that performance they would probably castrate me if I didn’t hire Emmanuelle.
All this time the little Dutch girl had been riding me and been experiencing her own climaxes. “Can you take over here?” I asked Jacques as I lifted the little Dutch girl from off my pole. “Suddenly I think my services are needed elsewhere.”
“Well I think I can handle it,” Jacques said, popping his cock from out of her mouth and pulling her cute little nude body up to him on the sand.
I got up and left Jacques and the Dutch girl, whose name I never discovered, trumping away on the sand. I tried wiping off the sand from my butt and legs, but then decided to hell with it, this was the beach and I was going to get sand on me. I reached down and cleaned off my cock head. I think I had already fucked eight girls that night. After the third I lost count. I had cum a couple of times, but I was still rock hard and as I went back down the beach I found it was even difficult to walk.
I felt like a primitive man as I walked naked down the beach past other couples fucking beside me. Girls I had just fucked straddling the muscle hunks or bending over to receive it up the ass. The strangest thing was that I didn’t think or feel at that moment that any of this was strange. After I got into it this seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Well, so much for my old conservative inhibitions. They had been blown far away since my first walking out onto that beach with Jacques that afternoon.
Emmanuelle approached me as I was trying to wipe off my dick. She was wiping off my angels vaginal secretions from her face and bowed to wipe off her own from between her legs.
She saw me and gave a cautious smile. This is the moment I had been waiting for. I returned her smile eagerly. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest as I approached her.
“I thought you didn’t do the group thing?” I asked.
“Not with guys,” she said. “I guess you already noticed that I like girls sometimes.”
“How about guys?” I asked. “You like dick as well as pussy?”
“Depends on the guy and his dick.”
I held up my cock in front of her. She looked at me for a long moment with out saying anything.
“I can’t believe he’s still standing up after all you’ve put him through tonight,” she said and lightly took hold of my erection with her right hand.
“I’ve been getting well acquainted with Europe tonight.”
“Is it like this with you all the time, Charlie?”
“No… Well maybe… I don’t really know.”
“The girls told me you have only been rich for a few weeks.”
“That’s right. I don’t know what I’m doing right now. My uncle wanted me to continue with his life. The central part of his life was his angels. The reason I came here wasn’t to fuck those other girls back there. The reason I came here was to find you.”
Now she came fully up to me. My cock was still in her hand. For the first time her tits grazed across my chest. She was slowly starting to rub my cock as she looked in my eyes. We kissed briefly on the lips. She held my shaft flat along her belly, and her pubic hair tickled my balls as we kissed. I liked it because she was almost as tall as me. Not too many girls were of this same height.
“You’re going to get a sperm bath if you keep doing that,” I said as I kissed around her dark face, moving one of her braids back from her forehead.
She ran past me and I followed her. The Mediterranean water was warm as it lapped up against our feet and legs. She took my hand and led me out deeper. The water soon covered us up to our waists, her ample and well shaped bosom still visible above.
Now I took her fully to me holding her from behind and at her buttocks. We kissed. Her mouth tasted so good, and I suspect I could taste my other three angels vagina’s in Emmanuelle’s mouth as I kissed her now. She was aggressive in her love of me as well and held me tightly to her, pressing our two bodies together.
She jumped up to me and swung her legs around my waist. Before I even knew it I was inside her and she was ramming her pelvis to mine, fucking me up and down my engorged shaft. We both started to swing our hips into each other. Our rhythm developed. When I arched forward to penetrate her she would swing forward with her legs wrapped around my butt and slam into me with equal force.
She was moving hard and fast, at one point I was afraid my dick was going to break right there in the middle of the Mediterranean. At first I thought maybe this was her way of giving me a get acquainted fuck, but I soon learned this was just her way of making love.
Her mouth was over mine, her tongue inside my mouth, and we were still French kissing as we rutted in the water. After awhile we had actually made progress back towards the shoreline and as soon as I saw sand beneath my feet instead of waves I bent over and slammed her to the ground. Never leaving her tight opening for a moment I fell on top off her and my cock slammed into her another couple of inches as her back hit the ground.
She began to moan beneath me and I gave it to her with all of my strength, which surprisingly, considering all of my prior activity was still considerable. She pounded back against my groin in a rage of her own. I felt as if we were in a contest of chicken – only this contest was to see who would say “Cum!” the first.
I don’t know how long we had at each other. The water was splashing around us. We were both yelling at the top of our lungs. I really don’t have a clue as to whether this went on for two or three hours or only twenty or thirty minutes. I never wanted it to end. I don’t think she did either.
Finally I was the one who lost the battle. I arched on her and reared back to thrust up into her, and as I did so I felt my balls hit against her buttocks. I cried out as I felt an explosion of cum rocket down into her womb. I kept pounding her, and more and more blasts of semen spread out of me. Her vagina was contracting around me as I pounded her.
Then after another few minutes, minutes in which my orgasm seemed suspended over time (this one was definitely a ten on the Richter scale) I just collapsed on top of her. I felt her put her arms around me and hug me to her.
“I accept your job offer, Charlie,” I heard Emmanuelle say and then I passed out and don’t remember a thing for the rest of the evening.
*****
I awoke the next morning back in my suite of rooms at the mid priced resort Jacques had gotten for us. How I got back from the party cove the night before I never found out. I guess the angels had come to the rescue and found a way to drag me back.
I was lying naked under the covers of the king sized bed. I was alone in the room and the doors to the patio were open, and I could see the beach and the Mediterranean beyond the patio. Another beautiful day had dawned outside while I had been passed out.
My head felt funny. I didn’t have a headache exactly. In fact the feeling I had could have almost been described as pleasant, but was mostly just unusual, one I had never quite experienced before. It was like a part of me was still out in the Mediterranean with Emmanuelle. I could almost still hear the waves and feel the hard racking of our two bodies against each other.
I showered for over half an hour that morning and then got dressed for the first time in almost twenty-four hours.
Walking out the patio doors I strolled down onto the beach. Sabrina was the first one I saw. She came to me and we gave each other a hug. Then Jill and Kelly greeted me. The angels led me over to a table on the beach where a waiter was serving breakfast. I sat down and felt incredibly hungry. From the way the angels dug in I could see they felt just as hungry as I did. Amazing what I night of fucking on the beach will do for your appetite.
About half way through breakfast Jacques brought Emmanuelle up to our table. I stood up to take her in. This was the first time I had ever seen her with her clothes on. She was magnificent. Tall and slender, her posture was erect and almost regal. She wore a white cotton dress that fit her snuggly, and a big white beach hat from under which flowed her long braided hair.
“Charlie,” Jacques told me as he sat down carrying a sheaf of papers. “You have a new angel.”
“Welcome to the family, Emmanuelle,” I said taking her hand and giving her a kiss.
“I’m happy to be with you, Charlie,” she said in that sexy accent of hers. “But tell me something?”
“Anything, angel?”
“How are the four of us ever going to top last night?”
I looked around at Sabrina and Jill and then to Emmanuelle. “I think we will have to try. Something tells me there may be many more adventures ahead of us, angels…”
Later I took the three girls back to my penthouse in New York. But that’s another story…
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