Spring 2017
Barclay Islands
Author's Note: This is the same resort from Pleasure in Paradise, some of the characters appear in both tales.
The morning dew quickly evaporated, as the temperature began to rise. It was currently a humid 25C, and was rising.
James wiped his brow, and then went back pushing his broom. He didn't mind the heat at all, while getting ready for work during the wee hours of the night, he heard about the two feet of snow in New York, and the ice rain in Toronto.
"Yes," he said to himself, "I rather sweat then freeze."
He wore the standard outfit of the resort, white cotton trousers, and a nearly transparent shirt; he always felt most comfortable in a uniform. Especially one that was loose fitting, and protected him from the sun.
Like every morning since he started working at the resort, a bus pulled up to disgorged its passengers. This bus however was quite different from the unsunburnt and sleepy-eyed travellers fresh off the plane.
He quickly scanned the women of the group; he was after all a red blooded male. One lady in particular stood out from the others. It wasn't that she was quietly arguing with the drunken man next to her, but how she looked.
She appeared dressed for a game of tennis, with a white skirt and bright pink blouse. She wore bright white socks, with white running shoes. She was a shapely lady, with curves in all the right places.
Her hair was long and dirty blonde; it didn't seem to be a faded dye-job, but rather a vibrant and attractive natural shade of blonde. She had hair braided, with each braid resting upon her round breasts.
Her skin was as white as fresh snow, James knew she'd be as red as the Danish flag before the following morning. Looking again at her breasts, he could tell that bra and underwire were working very hard to fight what gravity had done to her ample bosom.
James wiped his brow for a second time, but it wasn't the heat that made him sweat now, but rather the lady nearby. He had a weakness for busty women, and he could feel a stirring hunger growing deep inside.
Out of the corner of his eye, James noticed the lady at the reception desk smiling at him.
Jeanette had a devilish grin that James had known all too well.
He shook his head, that wasn't what the grin was for, James suddenly realized that he was at work, and it was time to do his job. He set down his broom and quickly made his way over to the desk, and poured several mango and rum slushies, before placing them upon a tray. Lastly he also poured several virgin drinks.
'Perhaps the drunken fellow needs to take it easy?' He thought to himself, then picked up the tray and started to disperse them amongst the guests.
Madison:
"This has been the longest day of my life, and we haven't even had breakfast yet!" Madison whispered harshly to Cory.
Her day of pain began at the airport, when Cory had a couple drinks to calm his nerves before his first flight. Those soon turned into a few glasses of wine on the plane, and finally several beers on the bus ride to the resort.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me..." He said slurring his words.
He had a slight wobble in his step as he joined Madison lining up at the registration counter. He wore swim trucks and a flashy Hawaiian shirt, on his head the brown haired man wore a ball cap with his favourite team, the Charleston Chiefs.
"You're not fine! You're drunk! I wanna golf later today, and I won't be able to because you're as drunk as a newfie!" Madison quipped.
"I ain't no newfie, and I'm not drunk! It's just a few drinks." Cory replied in a tone slightly louder than Madison.
Madison took a deep breath and was about to shout at him when a man appeared next to them with a tray.
"Would you like a cool drink?" he said.
Madison had not noticed the man before, but now that she had, she quickly looked him up and down. He was about six foot tall, and was the lightest skinned black person she had seen so far on the island. If she had to compare it to something, she'd say he was the colour of lightly toasted toast.
Unlike the other employee she had seen at the resort in the few minutes they'd been there, he was muscular, and athletic. Everyone else dressed in the white clothes that marked them as employees were lean and thin.
She also noticed his lack of sing-song accent. To her ears he spoke clearly and was understandable.
Again she took a breath, in anticipation of asking this strange new man a multitude of questions. She opened her mouth to speak, only to find she was being cut off.
"Do these have rum in them?" Cory asked, as he reached for two glasses.
"Some do," the man began, "These ones here are alcohol free. Would you like to try one sir?"
"Yes he would!" Madison snapped, as she grabbed two without alcohol and thrust one at Cory.
"Enjoy your stay with us." the man said, as he moved on to the couple behind them.
Madison stared at the man, he seemed so out of place, and yet... so handsome.
She turned behind to comment to the lady she befriended on the bus, and for the third time in as so many minutes, she was again interrupted.
"Miss, can I have your ID and registration papers." The lady said at the counter.
"What do you want?" Madison blurted out, more out of frustration, then anger at the woman.
"We can start the check in process now if you like." she said.
The anger quickly drained from Madison, and she handed over the documents as requested.
The lady before her was in complete contrast to the man with the drinks. She was much darker, perhaps the darkest person she's seen since arriving.
Madison and Cory were from Charleston, Pennsylvania, a small town with little diversity aside from the odd French Canadian. She wouldn't say it aloud, but this certainly was the most people of colour she had ever seen before.
Once checked in, they made their way to breakfast, where upon he started drinking. This time it was champagne.
Sitting with them were Charles and Leanne, they had sat with them on the bus ride out. The two young couples they had a great deal in common. All four were about the same age, and this was their first trip to the Caribbean.
However that's where the similarities ended. Madison and Cory were there to relax, and golf, the other couple was there to do as much drugs as they could during their stay.
As they sat and ate the buffet food, Charles began to describe their vacation plans.
"We need to score some weed! I asked the bus driver, and he rolled his eyes! And the guy with the drinks... he looked at Leanne and then winked at me, without saying a word." Charles said. "Do you think he can help us?"
Madison thought again about that man, his muscles... and his smile. For a brief moment she wondered if he were a talented lover.
Her day dream did not last too long, as Cory sat down with a plate of fish.
"You're not going to eat that, not after all your drinks? You'll be sick, and I'll have no one to golf with." She said her voice getting louder with each word.
Charles and Leanne exchanged a look, they had seen these two bicker a great deal already this morning.
"They need to mellow out." Charles whispered.
"So do we!" Replied Leanne.
James:
After serving the drinks, James returned to his sweeping, and later began pruning the bushes of the resort.
