Tyler was sitting up in his room with his friend Xander. Xander was smoking a doob, while Tyler was staring at the ceiling sitting at his desk chair with his earbuds in.
Xander sucked in greedily while he let acrid smoke poured out of his mouth. "Dude, this is fuckin' gay. Can't you find something else for us to do?"
Tyler looked at his skinny friend with contempt, taking the earbuds out. "Maybe stop smokin' that shit and your brain will think of something."
Xander blew smoke out of the side of his mouth. "Let's go fuckin' talk to that hot piece of ass renting the place downstairs."
Tyler pointed at his friend. "Dude, cut that shit out. My parents are already talking about throwing me out as it is."
Xander cackled like a hyena. "Shouldn't have fuckin' dropped out of college, bro. Ass."
Tyler threw his phone on the desk. "Like, what did you have in mind?"
Xander and Tyler made their way down to the back of the house. The concrete retaining wall allowed them to peer over the curtains drawn at all of the windows. Xander was able to lean over and place his hands flat on the house's siding. He peered over and peeked through the curtains.
"Do you see anything?" asked Tyler.
Xander wheezed and did a few small hops. "Holy fuck, bro!" he exclaimed.
On the inside of the apartment, a curvy woman was dancing around in nothing but a pair of red panties. She had a few splatters of paint on her leg from painting her bathroom. The gyrations from her hips were hypnotic, not to mention her amazing breasts were shiny from the hard work she was doing. She walked over and took a long drink from her water bottle, then resumed her dancing.
"What did you say her name was again?" asked Xander.
"It's Gina, and we're gonna get in shit if we get caught doing this," cautioned Tyler.
Gina danced over to the coffee table and picked up her phone, scrolling on the screen. She got an excited look on her face as she walked over to the bedroom, still looking at her phone.
"Shit," muttered Xander, as he push-crawled along the retaining wall to move towards the bedroom window. He peered over the curtain. "Oh, fuck yeah," he said.
Tyler stood down on the concrete foundation and watched his friend. "Dude, this is so stupid. We're gonna get caught."
"Shut the fuck u-u-u-up," sang Xander as he continued to ogle Gina.
Gina looked at her phone for a few more minutes, then started to reach down and fiddle with her privates.
Xander gasped. "No fuckin' way!"
Gina went over to her bedside dresser and pulled out a red dildo with a suction cup on the end. She began to suck on the toy, then licked the suction cup and slammed it down on the chest at the end of her bed. Sticking her thumbs in the straps, she pulled off her panties. She positioned her butt above the dildo, then sat down. Gina winced as she let the dildo push into her, then started to bob up and down while she looked at her phone.
Xander was losing his mind. "This chick is a fuckin' fuh-
reak!
" He looked away from the window to talk to Tyler. "You gotta hook me up with this bitch."
Tyler gave him a look of disbelief. "You think she would seriously go out with you?"
Xander went back to the window crack. "Who said go out? I'm thinkin' give her the fuckin' donkey dick."
Gina continued to ride her dildo as she looked at her phone. She was reading a letter from Bings, who was describing a new woman he had found and was ravaging. Gina loved that Bings was getting laid on the regular. It had been a couple of months since they had their encounter, and she never forgot his lesson about coming out ahead. She had a lot of great memories of Australia thanks to him.
Gina rubbed at her breast with one hand while she fiddled herself down below with the other. She pushed her toes back as she leaned over the bed, getting a good rhythm going.
Xander was starting to work up a sweat. "This cunt's a fuckin' firecracker!" Suddenly he misjudged the width of the wall as he stepped back. Xander waved his arms in futility as he toppled over the concrete wall. Tyler rushed to grab his friend but was too late. Xander crashed over the side and rolled down the hill into the bushes.
Tyler scrambled over the wall and scooted down the slope. Xander was lying on his back, looking terrified.
"Dude!" he whined. Xander's thin shorts were caught up in a tangle of thorns. "It really fuckin' hurts, man! They're all in my fuckin' dick!"
Tyler looked it over. Several strands of thorny branches were caught up in Xander's crotch. Xander appeared on the edge of tears. Tyler reached for the branches, only to be stabbed in the hands in several places. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "I'll go and get some gloves or something."
"No, man! Don't leave me here!" Xander shrieked. "Maybe...if I take the shorts off."
Without thinking, Tyler grabbed the shorts at the leg holes and yanked. Xander let out a scream as the shorts came off, leaving huge scratches along Xander's legs. Tyler looked closer and saw the redness forming on Xander's underwear.
"Oh, fuck, dude," said Tyler.
Gina had finished up, putting her toy back in its hiding place. It would be a while before the paint dried in the bathroom. She grabbed a towel and laid it out on the couch, then sat down on it and let the oscillating fan cool her off. She let her legs spread out a bit as she tried to wipe away the perspiration from her body.
As she got some tissues from the coffee table, she noticed a new e-mail came in on her personal account. Gina scrolled it up to find a message from her boss, Bill. He mentioned something about Saint Kitts and Nevis and that they would talk about it on Monday. Gina was a bit distracted as she heard yelling coming from the back. She crept over to the curtains, careful not to expose herself, and peeked through. All she saw was the boy from upstairs and a boy she did not recognize, holding his bloody underwear and complaining that Tyler had pulled too hard.
The next morning, Gina got the full rundown of what was expected of her. Bill explained that the CEO of the company would be taking invitation from the company for setting up a new secure server at his private resort. On the recommendation of some of the office managers across the country, Gina and two other IT professionals were selected for the task.
Gina felt as if she had won a contest. She had heard about Gideon Drake's lavish mansion, but he had been secretive about letting anyone take photos. He even went to the trouble of confiscating phones in order to preserve privacy.
"Now I have to insist on you being on your best behaviour, Gina," cautioned Bill, as he sat at his desk. "Our dear employer is a little on the eccentric side."
"Have you ever met him?" asked Gina.
Bill tensed his neck muscles. "Uh, yeah. Trust me when I say that he is a bit out there. But, he signs my paycheque. Anyway, the server equipment is being shipped along and will probably get there by the time you arrive. You're going to be working with two other personnel from the other offices of Wilson-Rowntree. The...uh..." Bill leaned back to look at his computer and clicked his mouse. "Geoff Weshaw and Cindy Beaufort. I think Mr. Drake is doing this as more of a team-building exercise, but he figured we might as well get some people who were familiar with how our security systems work."
Gina shrugged. "You know me, Bill. I'm just happy to get out of the office once in a while."
Bill chuckled. "I know I can trust you, Gina." As Gina turned to go, Bill cautioned, "One more thing. Mr. Drake likes to have his guests enjoy themselves, so be prepared to get a good treatment while you're down there."
Gina smiled. "Now it's a real job!"
After a couple of connecting flights, Gina was touching down in Bradshaw International Airport. She grabbed her luggage, then went to the pickup area where an older fellow was holding a sign with her name and the other two IT employees.
Eventually Geoff showed up, a lanky man with greying hair and large glasses. Gina shook hands with him and they made small talk waiting for Cindy. Cindy then rolled her suitcase over with a disgusted look on her face. She was a fair-skinned blonde with a bony butt and a bird nose.
Cindy marched up to the driver, looking as if she already had enough of the island. "Let's get going then," she hissed at the driver.
Gina and Geoff sat in the back of the SUV while Cindy got to ride up front. Geoff seemed like a much nicer person to work with, as they chatted about the offices they worked in. Geoff was from the Tulsa office, and seemed used to the heat. Cindy was out from Minneapolis, only appearing annoyed that she had to even be there.
Gina was blown away when they arrived at the estate. The house looked like a cross between the White House and the Hermitage. There was a tremendous amount of fresh-cut grass, only punctuated by little oases of natural flora along the margins.
The driver pulled them up to the very front, where two valets were standing at the ready. Gina locked onto one of them. He was over six feet tall, and his skin was just about as dark as she had ever seen on anyone. He had a lean build but muscular arms.
The valets hurried to get the luggage out of the SUV. Gina loved the way they wore their little uniforms with the shorts and the white socks. She watched as the one she liked hustled up the stairs and through the front door.
