Chapter 4
Jessica walked out of the bathroom, at the same time there was a knock on her cabana door. She opened the door, and there stood Stan, dressed in black slacks and a tan short sleeved button down shirt with a black palm tree print. Jessica stepped toward him, drawn in by his cologne. She inhaled deeply; his light musky scent was almost intoxicating.
"Mmmm, you smell wonderful!" Jessica whispered.
Stan struggled for words to describe the woman standing before him. The skirt and halter fit her perfectly. The long skirt flowed down her hips and thighs like silk. Her halter revealed just enough cleavage to make one's eyes long for more. Jess had put her hair up, leaving her shoulders and neck exposed. Stan hungered to trail his lips and tongue over her smooth skin. Any plans to keep his mind away from sexual thoughts just flew out the door. Stan leaned close to Jessica's ear.
"Beautiful, is not good enough to describe how you look, Jess." Stan wanted to say more, but thought he should leave it at that for now. "Ready to go, Marcus is waiting to drive us to Rodney Bay, just up the coast?"
"Ready, just let me grab my clutch and my key"
Jessica returned and stepped through the door. As they walked along the sidewalk to the limo, Stan placed his palm on the exposed skin on her back, between the tie of the halter and the top of the skirt. The warmth of his touch sent a chill up Jessica's spine. She told herself it was the warmth of his skin; she did not want to think that it could be anything more. Her little voice of reasoning reminded her, that Monday morning, she would be working for him. He would not be Stan; he would be JP, her boss.
During the ride to the restaurant, the casual conversation made Jessica relax. Stan had a way of making her feel comfortable, when most people would feel awkward in the same situation. She couldn't describe it, they just had a unique friendship. They dined at an intimate little restaurant on the bay. As they sat across from each other sharing a bottle of wine and listening to the sounds of the waves Jessica could not help noticing how tense Stan seemed.
"Everything ok?" Jessica asked.
"I'm fine, just a lot of stress and things to get done, before the guests arrive on Monday."
Jess flashed him a sexy smile, "Anything I can do to help?"
Stan was thinking of several ways she could relieve some of his tension. "For starters, let's go dancing and have a few drinks."
"You're the boss!" Jess joked.
"Not tonight," he growled in her ear as they stood up to leave, "Tonight I am putting you in charge!"
Jessica thought for a moment, "I know, we will put Marcus in charge, he can look out for both of us and we can just have fun!"
"Now that, my beautiful, intelligent Jess, is the reason I put you in charge. I knew you would find a way to put us on an even playing field," Stan said as he flashed an equally sexy smile back at her.
Marcus just shook his head and laughed when Jessica informed him of their plan.
"You two kids have fun! I will be waiting with the car across the street whenever you are ready to return to the resort," Marcus told them as he opened the door to the nightclub for them.
The club was packed with people, mostly tourists. The music blasted from the speakers with an island inspired rhythm. Stan and Jessica weaved their way through the crowd and ordered drinks at the bar. Jessica decided her drink of the night would be Sex on The Beach on the rocks. Remembering how Jessica would drink those like water in college, Stan decided to drink beer instead of liquor. With the loud music, conversation was out of the question so they watched the other people dance for a while. After about two drinks, Jessica was ready to dance. She started swaying her hips to the music, but Stan did not take the subtle hint. The next song was playing and Jessica sipped another drink, she positioned herself in front of him. Her back was facing him as she started to dance again. She bumped into him and continued to sip her drink. Stan smiled; he knew what she was hinting at, next slow song he would take her out on the dance floor. As Jess finished her drink, a slow song started to play.
"Jess, would you like to dance?"
Jessica smiled, "I thought you'd never ask."
Stan smiled and led her to an open space on the floor. As the song played, their bodies swayed inches apart. The song ended and was followed by another. This time Stan placed his hands on her hips and drew her closer. Jessica relaxed and just enjoyed the moment. They shared a few more dances and a few more drinks as the night went on. Jessica excused herself to go to the ladies room and Stan followed after her.
"Jess, I am going to step outside on the patio. Meet me there."
"Looks like I have a wait, I'll be out in a bit," she said over the music. A waitress handed her a drink and Jessica accepted.
Jessica exited the restroom a bit confused. Her mind was not thinking very clearly. She stopped and leaned against the hallway wall. She remembered outside, she had to find outside. Jessica tensed her body, as a large male body pressed against her pinning her against the wall.
"Want to have a little fun, sexy lady?" the gruff voice growled in her ear.
His breath reeked of whisky and cigarettes. Jessica thought she was going to be sick. Then she heard Stan.
"Back off, she is with me!" Stan pulled Jess to his side.
"Sorry JP," was all she heard as Stan walked her outside.
"Are you alright Jess?" Stan wrapped his arms around her, hugging her, holding her head to his chest. His heart raced. A panic had come over him when he saw Steven pressing her into the wall.
Jessica looked up at Stan, he had rescued her, protected her. Her mind was still a little unclear, but she suddenly wanted Stan. She wanted Stan to kiss her. Stan looked at her, her eyes were a darker shade of green than earlier. The expression on her face was not one of fear, but something else. Desire?
He reached up and cupped her face into his hands. .He slowly touched his lips to hers. Jessica's heart raced as she parted her lips for his tongue to enter. His thumb traced around her lower lip before he placed his full mouth upon hers. Their tongues danced in a passionate battle for control. Jessica's head was spinning; she broke the kiss for a deep breath of air. He let her catch her breath and went straight back for another taste of her warm, sweet mouth. She met his passion with her own, but quickly felt dizzy. Her knees weakened and Stan caught her.
"Do you need to sit down?" he asked.
"Suddenly, I feel very light-headed. Do you mind if we go, now?" Jessica whispered, as she looked down. She felt foolish for drinking so much.
As they walked back to the limo, Stan helped her balance. He laughed to himself, remembering how many times in college this same scene played out. Jess would always try to keep up with the group, but with her small body frame, she just couldn't drink as much. They got into the car and Stan sat her down in the seat across from him.
"Jess are you feeling alright? You are not going to be sick, are you?"
"I'm fine, I just need to close my eyes for a few minutes and I, I will be fine," she stuttered.
Stan smiled, he knew she was about to fall asleep on him. "Rest, sweet Jess, I will take car of you."
Jessica did in fact fall asleep as the limo drove them back to the resort. She found herself sitting on a reclining chair blindfolded. She could feel the warm sun on her body and hear waves crashing on the beach. She was on a beach. Jessica realized she was naked other than a blindfold and a thin strap of fabric around her chest. She felt a sense of panic, until she heard the voice.
"Jess, remember, I can not hurt you. I do, however, have more control over your dreams now. I will not hurt you, but you must do as I say."
Stan was reaching for a bottled water in the cooler, when he heard Jess mumble something that sounded like, "I will." He turned to make sure she was alright. She was still asleep, apparently dreaming.
"Jess," the voice continued, "I want you to spread your legs wide for me."
Stan watched as Jessica's legs parted. Her wrap-around skit fell effortlessly around the outside of her thighs. He knew that he should do something, but what? Wake her? Look away? Cover her with something? He could not look away, his eyes now drawn to a little yellow scrap of fabric between her legs. The tiny yellow thong she was wearing was nothing more than a string and a small triangle positioned about an inch above her clit.
