CHAPTER 1: PARADISE HAS ITS PRICE
Cori Banks thought she'd fall asleep right away on the flight from San Diego to St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Why shouldn't she? She had just survived a busy opening night at her step-father's restaurant, a vicious rape attempt and subsequent fight, followed by a hasty retreat. She had escaped sore but relatively unharmed thanks to Tony, her hero, who had not only saved her, but also paid for this 10-day vacation.
Thanks to her attacker, she had been stripped of her clothes and had been too scared to go home and pack her things. So, she wore only what Tony had bought her at a convenience store -- a thin, white "California Girl" t-shirt, yellow athletic shorts and a pair of black heels, which were the only part of her evening attire that had survived Crisp's attack.
She had no underwear, no personal belongings of any kind, no bags -- nothing except the clothes she was wearing and $1,000 in an envelope -- again, courtesy of Tony.
She should have been exhausted -- and she was -- but she couldn't sleep. The whirlwind of the past 8 hours had her mind racing. Now, she was going from all that to nothing but peace and quiet for 10 days in a luxurious island resort. Wow, did she ever need a rest. "Especially my mouth and pussy," Cori mused, her eyes half-closed as she lounged in her seat. She was lucky. She had a row to herself. No interruptions, no awkward conversations, just quiet time to think.
Even though her current attire was far more conservative than she normally wore -- OK, the hardened nipples poking through the thin shirt, the lack of any underwear and the fuck-me heels were still hotter than your average woman's daily wear -- Cori was still a knockout. At 22 years old, she was in her prime physically, a hard-bodied stunner with a phenomenal, all-natural 36C-22-34 body. She was 5-6, 120 pounds with golden blonde hair which she wore just past her shoulders or in a ponytail. She had blue eyes, a pert nose, soft full lips and just a hint of dimples when she smiled, which was often.
Her breasts were very full, round and firm, sitting high on her chest and every guy she had ever met or dated appreciated her long, rubbery nipples which were extremely sensitive and seemed to be erect — or at least partially so — all the time. Even now, those hard buds were rubbing against the inside of her soft t-shirt, denting it noticeably. She had a firm, round, bubble-butt of an ass and a tight little pussy with juicy thick lips and light blonde hair carefully trimmed into a tiny "landing strip". Her legs were long, and shapely with athletic thighs and slender calves and ankles.
She had a naturally golden brown complexion enhanced by frequent tanning. She had only subtle, very small tan lines as she generally sunbathed nude. When she didn't, she wore only the skimpiest of string bikinis. She had a small red heart tattooed on her left ass cheek and a pierced navel with a small gold ring in it.
That body had been both a blessing and curse for her. She found that it opened many doors and opportunities, such as her position as a receptionist at the Hard Body Shop back in Georgia. She was overpaid significantly because of her looks and her willingness to fuck each of the four male employees on staff. She had loved those guys and missed the three guys who were still there dearly. But that same body -- and her willingness to display it so much -- had provoked several unwanted attacks and had even led her ailing stepfather to take advantage of her. It was because of him that she had moved to San Diego, trying to help him. Instead, he had used her and allowed her to be used by others.
It seemed like her body either made men like her former co-workers or Tony overly generous or insanely and dangerously violent. She needed some middle ground. Maybe, just maybe, 10 days in St. Thomas would provide not only the rest she needed, but also a chance to clear her mind. For the first time in who knows how long, she was going to put herself first. She didn't even know where she was going after her vacation was over -- back to Georgia? Back to Tony in San Diego? Who knew? It was both scary and exciting.
When Cori finally did fall asleep, she dreamt of warm beaches, sun and the beautiful blue ocean. She didn't wake up until the plane was ready to land. Cori sat up, excited, looking out the window at the beautiful paradise that would be her home for the next 10 days.
As Tony had promised, there was a shuttle waiting for her and other new arrivals, ready to take them to the resort. All of the arriving guests at the resort were greeted personally by an attendant who helped verify their check-in and escorted them to their room. Cori was greeted by Gerald, whose dark skin contrasted brilliantly with his stark white uniform, which consisted of a button down shirt and knee-length shorts. He was short -- about 5-7 -- with a well-toned but wiry build, shaved head and a friendly, smiling face marred by a deep scar on the left side of his face. Cori guessed him to be in his early 20s, like her.
"You're all set, Miss Banks," he grinned politely at her as he finished checking her in on the computer. He had a slight island accent, indicative of the fact that he was a local. "May I take your bags? I will escort you to your room."
"I don't have any bags," Cori shrugged.
"No bags? Were your items shipped ahead or lost by the airline? I can help track them for you..."
"No," Cori interrupted, smiling. "It's a long story, but I have no bags, period. I'll need to buy some clothes and other items. Is there a store here at the resort where I can get what I need for tonight? I'll do some sightseeing tomorrow and do some more shopping then."
"Of course, ma'am," Gerald said. "There is a market here where you can pick up toiletries and some snacks. There is also a surf shop with swimwear and a souvenir shop with t-shirts, shorts and things like that. You may charge any purchases to your room if you like. Would you like me to take you there now, or would you prefer to see your room first?"
"Let's go to the room first, please," Cori said.
"Of course, ma'am," Gerald said, nodding toward a golf cart. "Your room is in one of our hillside suites. Please allow me to take you in the golf cart." He stole a quick glance at her long legs as she walked toward the cart, her heels clicking on the smooth pavement. He had seen many beautiful women come through the resort, dressed in all sorts of revealing ways, so Cori's appearance, though appreciated, was no cause for ogling. He maintained his professional demeanor while admiring her swaying ass, catching up to hold her hand as she stepped up into the cart. As she did so, he caught site of her hardened nipples pressed against her t-shirt, struck by the fact that she wasn't wearing a bikini top or bra underneath.
While Gerald enjoyed her landscape, Cori checked out the resort. Looking over her shoulder as they drove up the hill, she saw two gorgeous pools, beautifully landscaped grounds with brilliant green grass and gorgeous flowers everywhere, all of it overlooking the blue ocean waters and white sandy beach. Her first purchase, she realized, would need to be a bathing suit if she wanted to take advantage of that pool tonight. It was already late afternoon, so she figured a quick shopping trip, dinner and a dip in the pool would be about it for her first day in paradise.
The room itself was very nice. It had a balcony overlooking the grounds, a king-size bed, Jacuzzi tub and stand-alone shower. There was a small desk, a chair, small love seat and a small TV set. The room even had a small refrigerator and microwave for convenience.
"Is the room to your liking, ma'am?" Gerald asked.
"It's beautiful," Cori said.
"Would you like a ride back down to the shops?" Gerald asked. "Or is there something I can get for you until you have a chance to do your own shopping?"
"Oh, no thank you," Cori said. "But I will take you up on that ride." As they rode back down, she asked Gerald, "So, I know this might sound like an odd question since I'm vacationing here, but I was given this trip as a gift and didn't have a chance to do any research. What is there to do here?"
"Oh, very much, ma'am," Gerald said. "We have much shopping, snorkeling, an aquarium, scuba diving, fishing, boat cruises, hiking, golf, tennis, dance clubs. If you'd like, I can put together a proposed schedule of activities for you and then make any reservations you like for the activities you want to do."
"That would be so nice," Cori said.
"Will you be dining with us tonight?"
"I guess so," Cori said.
