Cozumel Island, Quintana Roo, Mexico
Near the Yucatan Peninsula
"Why are you so damn uptight?" her boss asked. "It's just sex. Something to loosen you up a bit and get your juices flowing. I saw you looking at that Russian model and her lover. All that rutting and noise got you excited, didn't it? You want it just as much as I do."
"Excuse me?" She went still. "What are you doing?"
Her sleazy employer, Syd Gains, was standing beside his shirt that was spread out on the beach, tugging at his belt. His belt dropped to the sand. "You're wasting time. Get that bikini off."
"You're dreaming if you think I'll let you screw me, you pervert. The only thing I'm doing is getting off this island before the storm hits. Go screw the other bimbos who are more willing." She looked him right in the eyes. "Or go screw yourself. I think you do that a lot anyway," she added grimly.
"Then you're fired," he told her, shrugging his shoulders. "Either you let me have a taste of that beautiful body of yours, or your done. No agency will take you by the time I'll be done with you. Your choice. It's not like you're a virgin."
No, she wasn't, but she wished that she was. The one time she did have sex, she was discarded right after her loser of a boyfriend took her virginity. Pregnant and alone, she had chosen to terminate the pregnancy. An even bigger mistake that nearly killed her in four ways; emotionally, spiritually, and psychologically, not to mention physically. Then she saw her baby in pieces, ripped apart by an evil abortionist who called himself a doctor. After it was over, she had nearly bled to death. After that she had gotten an infection that had nearly killed her again. She'd be lucky if she would ever get pregnant again. After she had gotten better, she had sworn never to have sex again until after she would get married.
Did he always get away with this? she wondered. Didn't people file lawsuits for this kind of behavior? She saw her career going up in smoke. But it doesn't have to be, she thought. What she would do next was for her career. Something she thought she would never do; have casual sex.
"Do you have a condom?" she asked, hating herself for doing this, and wanting to get the deed over quickly and forget about it.
"I'm sure I've got one here somewhere," he replied, digging for his wallet and opening it. He pulled out a wrapper. "Got one left." He held up the wrapper.
"My bikini stays on," she told him. She was wearing a yellow bra that barely covered her full breasts. She wore yellow thong panties that only covered her front. "And you'll take me from behind. I don't want to look at your ugly face. It's hard enough for me to let you do this despicable thing to me to save my job. Damn you for bringing me this low."
Oh, but you don't have a job anymore, he wanted to tell her. As soon as he was done using that gorgeous body, he would tell her. He just wanted a taste of her before firing her. She was all the porn stars that he liked to watch. To name a few; Crissy Moran, Nadia Styles, Mason Storm, Jenaveve Jolie, Sativa Rose, Laura Lee, London Keyes, Lanny Barbie, Ava Milano, and Mariah Milano, all rolled into one exquisite package. Or any porn star, for that matter, that was a long-haired brunette, large breasted, and opulently curved. That included, as he liked to refer to them, the Spice Girls: Bella, Cierra, Gigi, Karla, Mariah, Natalia, Pamela, Serena, Tania, and the exquisite Spice Twins; Hailey and Ashley. Even though Crissy Moran and Nadia Styles have found religion, he could still enjoy their videos. What could he say? He loved watching porn, especially with Latin stars.
He knew that she would be furious if she knew that he was comparing her to a number of Latin porn stars, but he didn't give a shit. He'd screwed every woman that was ever here, or had ever worked for him. The ones that were reluctant, he'd blackmailed in some way until they had given in.
Rosa Fonseca was an exceptionally beautiful woman from Honduras. She was on his photo shoot, taking pictures of bikini models, on Cozumel Island, ten miles off the eastern coast of the Yucatan Peninsula, in the jurisdiction of Quintana Roo territory. It had a total area of 189 square miles, and was 29 miles long from northeast to southwest and averaging 9 miles in width. The island was discovered by the Spanish explorer Juan de Grijalva and visited by the conquistador, Hernán Cortés. Now one of Mexico's premiere tourist resorts, it had excellent beaches, fishing, boating, and skin diving. An airport built for military purposes made it accessible by air as well as by boat. They were about 25 miles from Playa del Carmen.
Suddenly Rosa yearned to be back home in Gracias, Honduras, almost 400 miles to the south. The city lay in the valley of the Mejocote River, at the foot of Las Minas Hill in the Celaque Mountains. Founded in 1536, it is one of the oldest cities in Honduras. In the 16th and 17th centuries, it was a major mining and administrative centre, but it declined in the 18th century. Destroyed in 1915 by an earthquake, it was rebuilt. Gracias is now the commercial centre for the surrounding agricultural lands.
The capital, Tegucigalpa, founded in 1578 on the slopes of Mount Picacho as a gold and silver-mining centre, was about sixty miles to the northwest.
"Ready," he asked, eager to sink his throbbing erection into her fine body he knew would be tight because she was a petite woman.
"No, but get it over with. I have better things to do. Just so you know, this is a one time deal, and I'll hate you for this."
It's a one time deal, all right, he wanted to tell her. And you can hate me all you want, slut.
They had walked into the thick vegetation and Rosa bent over the first fallen tree she saw. Reaching behind her, she hooked her fingers into her bikini panties and pushed aside the thin scrap of material that ran through the crease of her buttocks. She bared her sex for Syd to sink his unwanted erection into her unwilling body. I'll get over it, she told herself, feeling him pushing past the fleshy lips of her sex. Then the thinner inner lips, until finally he was all the way inside her. She groaned. It had been years since she last had sex, and she was as tight as a virgin.
Syd groaned as he watched her bend over for him. He watched as she pushed aside her thong panties to bare herself. When he saw her bare sex, he immediately stepped up behind her, and took her without a condom. He didn't have one. The wrapper he had shown Rosa, had been empty. He didn't like using a condom. He liked to feel skin on skin. But when the time would come, he'd pull out and ejaculate on her back and buttocks. He knew she'd be angry, but who cared. Not him, that's for sure. When he'd be done using her, she can jump into the Caribbean and wash off. Then he'd tell her to get the hell off this island.
Rosa expected Syd to use her quickly, but he didn't. He took his time with her. He only stopped his thrusting to stop himself from achieving his climax.
"Get it over with, damn it," she cried out. Being taken this way was better than she'd expected. He knew what to do to prolong the pleasure. "Get it over with, or I'll end it right now," she threatened.
But he didn't stop. He kept on stopping then starting, infuriating her because he was making her feel something that she didn't want to feel. He might have had a lot of woman, but she didn't want him to think she was enjoying it. It was not lovemaking, it was just sex that didn't mean nothing except keeping her job. It was way better than her first time, which was awkward and painful. It had led to a pregnancy that she chose to end. This time, though, there would be no pregnancy. Syd was using a condom, or so she thought.
"Get. It. Over. With." She grunted each word between thrusts, desperate to get it over with, even though she was beginning to like it. That was the reason she wanted it over with.
Finally his pace quickened, not stopping until he pulled out to ejaculate his semen onto her back and buttocks.
"What the hell..." she began. The freaking bastard wasn't wearing a damn condom. "Philandering son-of-a-bitch," she swore. "How could you?"
"Because I wanted to," he retorted. "Now that I've had you, along with every bitch who's ever worked for me, you're fired. Get your Indian ass off this island."
Rosa was so shocked, she couldn't speak for a moment. That animal only wanted to screw her before firing her. "Lying bastard," she muttered. "I'll see that you pay for this." She was embarrassed that she had actually liked the sex a bit. Maybe a little more than a bit. Nonetheless, she regretted ever having agreed to let him have sex with her in hopes of saving her job. Now that he'd had her, he could say that he'd had every woman who'd ever come through his agency.
