Fantasy Resort’s communal lounge was sleek, comfortable and, presently, abuzz with hushed conversation. Ordinarily it was a space where the resort’s guests could relax together, chatting over drinks poured from the well-stocked bar set towards the back of the room. Tonight, however, the crowd was quiet, huddling together in little groups and whispering amongst themselves while casting furtive glances at the other people in the room, their suspicious gossip driven
Her hands full of laden paper bags, Phoebe kicked the door closed behind her. Dropping her cargo on the rug she gave a weary sigh as she slumped back against the door, groaning as the exertion of the day caught up to her. Her arms ached, her back protested against every minor movement, and her feet felt as though she had gone about the entire day barefoot – she wouldn’t
The grounds of Fantasy Resort were still as Brooke meandered along the winding paved pathways. Still, but not quiet. While the waters of the many pools were calm and undisturbed, the spreading palms barely ruffled by the sea breeze and the path lights cast a warm, comforting glow to illuminate the walkways and communal areas, the air was thick with moaning, groaning, and the occasional resounding crack of a hand
Disclaimer: the male model in this scene, Bill Bailey, passed away in 2019. If in light of this you do not wish to view his work, please skip this chapter. Waving Brooke off with a smile, Nia waited until she had disappeared amongst the buildings of the resort spa before turning back inside. As she did so, she thought she heard a faint and distinctly erotic moan coming from the
Ophelia could not deny there were worse places to spend her vacation. The sun was scorching, yet the burning rays were tempered by the fronds of hunchbacked palms, which stooped over her like servants clutching broad, green fans. The reflection of the pool dappled the walls of her villa in dancing silver patterns, while the cool sea breeze carried with it the distant caw of exotic ocean birds as it
She was pacing. That was what worried Harriet the most. She never paced. Not when one of the nerds failed to complete her homework. Not on the rare occasion a man turned her down, imagining himself to be too good for her. Not even when her parents had briefly considered moving halfway across the country, a decision that would have robbed her of her position as the clique’s queen bee
‘So, what about this one?’ Strutting out of the bathroom, Roxie posed in a beautiful aquamarine swimming costume. In truth it was little more than a bikini, connected by a thin strip of material front and back that left her toned midriff on full display. Tessa looked up from her phone and pursed her lips. She was lounging on her bed in her silk pyjamas and had been acting as
Rolling over in her sleep, Sia turned into the sunlight shafting through the sheer curtains. Her dreams scattered by the sudden brightness she frowned briefly, made a murmur of sleepy discomfort, then let out a weary sigh as her eyelids fluttered open. For a moment or two she pondered trying to get back to sleep, but already her drowsiness had been chased away by the nagging doubt she had gone
Night was falling as the young couple ascended the broad drive leading to the striking building. It loomed over them with a somewhat imposing air about it, the soft buzz of conversation drifting through the open windows. Seth and Holly had seen it before, though only from a distance when they drove past the end of the drive; up close they found the very walls seemed to whisper of luxury
Marissa let out a horrified shriek and staggered away as Greg crumpled to the ground. His seemed to fold in on himself, like a bouncy castle with all the air suddenly sucked out, and when he hit the floor he landed as a pile of empty skin. Bracing herself against a chest of drawers and trying not to hyperventilate, Marissa’s eyes bulged in horror. ‘What have I done?’ she gasped.
