Rachel's Trip to Jamaica

Rachael woke around 6:15 pm. The two hours of sleep had left her feeling much worse than when she had laid down. She stumbled into the shower and let the lukewarm water revive her. Then, she turned the hot water off and tried to stay under the cold cascade for as long as possible. Refreshed, she stood in front of the mirror and checked out her body, expecting to see some signs of change after her adventures with those well-hung Jamaicans. But apart from a raw hickey on her left breast, which she remembered Michael giving her, and her raw nipples standing out like bullets, there was no noticeable change. She even eased a finger into her vagina to see if it was now loose, but that, too, seemed unchanged.

Next, she searched through her suitcase for something to wear. But she found nothing suitable for a flash restaurant, so she pulled on her jeans and a clean white T-shirt.

She walked out by the front desk five minutes early, feeling more than a little apprehensive about what she was getting herself into. A tall, attractive Jamaican lady stepped forward and introduced herself as Naila. "You must be Rachael. That was well-timed. I have just walked through the door."

Naila looked smart, wearing a white top and a knee-length fitting green skirt. The top looked like a waistcoat with no bra underneath, as Rachael could see the dark shadow of her areola.

She motioned Rachael towards the exit, "Aden is waiting for us outside in the car."

As Naila turned to the door, Rachael asked, "First, can you tell me why you're taking me to dinner?"

"That's what the dinner is for. We want to explain things and ask you a huge favour. I'll leave it to Aden to enlighten you. Come on."

Rachael only hesitated a second. Arley had told her about the dinner, and stupidly, she trusted him. So she followed Naila to a near-new silver Mercedes parked just to the left of the main door. Naila ushered her to sit in the front while she climbed into the seat behind her. As she climbed in, she recognised the driver as the guy she had met on the beach the day before.

He was light-skinned and handsome. Not full Jamaican, he had to have some European blood in his lineage.

She didn't mess about but asked where they were going and why.

Aden replied, "Can you wait a bit for a full explanation? I want to be sitting down and have no interruptions. But we will ask you to help us out, as we have gotten ourselves in a bit of bother."

Rachael eased herself back in the seat and tried to relax. It sounded a bit ominous, but they looked trustworthy, and again, she was certain Arley would not have sent her into any danger, as he had asked to see her the next day.

Naila leaned over from the back seat and told Aden to take them to her boutique first.

"I thought we were going to dinner first?" Aden replied.

"No! Let's get Rachael dressed first. She will feel more comfortable after I dress her up."

As he changed direction, Aden explained that they were working on getting out of the Beach Boy business and attempting to legitimise all their affairs. He explained that, as Naila was three months pregnant, this had become extremely important to them.

They pulled up on a street of shops near Kingston's centre. Naila got out and opened the door for Rachael. As she stood, she saw the shop they were parked outside was sign-written, Naila's Boutique.

Once inside, Rachael was astounded by the shop's size and contents. Just inside the door, it was like a gift shop with trendy Jamaican souvenirs and T-shirts. On the left wall was a makeup display with many of the top brands. And the rest of the shop consisted of trendy, fashionable clothes.

Naila guided her down the back of the shop, past two local girls who were closing up for the day. They acknowledged Rachael, said their goodbyes to Naila and asked if they should lock up as they left.

"Yes, but don't turn the alarm on Chandice," she said with a twinkle in her eye, then looked to Rachael. "She plays pranks all the time."

Once Naila heard the door snip closed, she motioned Rachael into one of the changing rooms and asked her to strip. Rachael paused. She had never been comfortable undressing in front of others, even in the netball change rooms.

However, she stripped to her bra and panties and then opened the curtain. Naila appraised her, then motioned Rachael to follow her into the Lingerie section, telling her she needed some sexy underwear. She followed nervously, again not that comfortable, wandering around half-nude in front of a woman she had only just met.

Naila led her to the far wall and stopped in front of a rack of lingerie set in amongst shelves containing vibrators, dildos and a multitude of other sex toys.

"Do you want to try on some crotchless panties?"

"No! I couldn't," squeaked Rachael.

"Of course you can. Try these." And she handed Rachael some skimpy black panties.

Rachael very reluctantly dropped hers and stepped into the skimpy briefs. Looking in a nearby mirror, they looked sexy but normal. She opened her legs, and the gap in the crotch of the lacy material opened, revealing her open, puffy labia, and she felt the chill from the air conditioning. It sent a thrill of excitement combined with embarrassment flooding through her body.

Naila just threw an arm around her, hugging her tightly. "They're perfect. Now, the bra!" She handed Rachael the matching lacy bra from the stand.

Again, Racheal's years of modesty made her hesitate. But she fought her natural impulses, pealed her bra away and exposed her tingling boobs.

"Oh! What beautiful breasts. These will display them perfectly," She said, holding them up for Rachel to put her arms through. As Rachel pushed her arms forward, Naila's hands brushed each side of her breasts. It was as if a jolt of current had passed through them. She gasped in embarrassment at her reaction. What the hell was wrong with her? There had to be something in the water here; as she was getting turned on nearly every hour, she was on this Island.

Naila just ignored her and reached around to fasten the bra's clasp. Stepping back, she exclaimed that she looked incredible, then beckoned Rachael towards the Fitting rooms. She opened a bag sitting on the floor and pulled out a tartan skirt and a white blouse.

"Here, put these on."

But as Rachael moved to stand behind the curtain, Naila told her to change where she was, "We are all girls. I've seen more naked women in these cubicles than you have had dinners. Besides, I don't want you looking in a mirror yet."

Once dressed in the short skirt and blouse, Rachel looked around for a mirror, but Naila took her elbow, picked up the bag and Rachel's old clothes, and walked her to the makeup section.

Sitting Rachael down at a demonstration table, she spent the next fifteen minutes working on her face and eyes. The gentle touches, hands resting on Rachel's shoulders, the inside of her thighs touching Rachel's legs as she straddled them, had her mind in turmoil.

She had never been attracted to a woman before. Quite the opposite, she had been mildly derisive when confronted with an overly licentious woman over the years. But there was no denying that this beautiful, dusky woman was turning her on. She could smell her own musky scent and realised she was getting wet between her legs.

"Can I sit on a towel, please? I don't want to make a mess of the skirt. These panties have no protection."

Naila gave a delightful chuckle, "You beautiful girl, you are so sexy. You have never dressed up sexy before, have you?"

She told Rachael she had finished anyway, and after helping her stand, she guided her over to a large wall mirror.

Rachael gasped; she was looking at a beautiful young schoolgirl. It wasn't until she moved her head and grinned that she knew it was really her that she was looking at.

"Fuck, I can't walk out like this. It's not me!" Rachael objected.

"You look amazing. I'm going to have to keep my eyes on Aden. He'll get all lightheaded and faint when he sees you."

Naila was close to being correct. When Rachael got back into the Mercedes, Aden's jaw dropped, and he exclaimed out loud, "Fuck me! If any men are in the restaurant, you had better follow her if she leaves our table. We'll be fighting to keep them off."

After the twenty-minute drive to the restaurant, Rachael's heart had somewhat calmed down. The restaurant was in a house, with the walls between a couple of the bedrooms, lounge and dining room knocked out to allow them eight tables of four. Andy asked for some privacy, and they were given a table in a corner separate from the other three couples in the room.

A hot, tantalising thrill passed through Rachael as she moved between the tables. The Jamaican couples gaped at her openly as she passed, with looks ranging from surprise on the women's faces to longing looks on the men's. She was buzzing with excitement, knowing beneath her short skirt, she had on some sexy crotchless knickers.

Her blood pressure went up another notch when the handsome Jamaican waiter helped her sit. She grabbed her water glass as she sat and nearly tipped it over, but she was glad that the cooling water gave her some relief. She returned to reality when Aden ordered, then turned to her and asked if she was ready for their proposal.

Pulling herself together, she looked at them and saw they were nervous.

Aden started, "Naila and I have gotten into a bit of bother with a local gangster. He runs a club near here and wants me to have Naila spend some time with him this evening."

Andy stopped and waited a minute to see Rachael's reaction. But the word gangster had not raised any alarm, as Rachael had never met nor had much knowledge of a gangster. The ones she had heard of, Bonnie and Clyde, Al Capone, etc., all seemed quite romantic.

Slightly puzzled by her lack of reaction, Aden continued, explaining that they had had a business dealing with one of this gangster's family members, not knowing his interest in her.

"I don't want to tell you too much about her, but as you can imagine, it was to do with our escort service, and she's only just turned eighteen."

"Was it his daughter?" Asked Rachael.

"No! His niece, but I don't want you to know anymore. The guy has interests in business ventures all over Jamaica, but few are legitimate, so he must have policemen, lawyers, and even judges on his payroll."

When Rachael raised her eyebrows at this revelation, Aden told her it was quite common and that they had to pay the local police to keep their escort service under the radar.

"His name is Eldon Ramsaran, but everyone knows him by his initials, E.R. You have to understand this man is quite dangerous. It is common knowledge that he gained his position by roughing up the opposition."

"And you want me to go with you to meet him?" exclaimed Rachael, with an incredulous look on her face.

"We have no choice, but I'm asking you to accompany Naila. I am 100% certain you will be safe. He has many interests that depend on tourism, and if anything happens to a tourist, it has major implications for the economy. So you will be safe no matter what goes down."

Rachael looked to Naila, raising her eyebrows, silently asking, why are you going?

"You have to understand Aden and my background. We are both from impoverished neighbourhoods and met at university. Andy got there because of his brains, and he got a scholarship. I also had the brains but only got accepted by sleeping with certain people. My good looks have always been as much of a disadvantage as any advantages they have given me. I learned early on that sex was just another tool to be used to my advantage."

Andy interrupted, "The society you have been brought up in is very different from ours. Naila and I set up the escort business in our first year at Uni. We saved enough money after three years to set up the boutique and get us on a path to legitimacy. We are nearly at the point where we can sell up and leave the escorting entirely. So what Eldon is demanding is no different to what has happened many times before. The reason we are asking you, though, is that as well as getting Naila for at least two hours, he wants a white woman from the beach included. He gave us two weeks to fulfil this last demand and stipulated that we should not turn up with some old witch."

He hesitated, sorting through his arguments, "Our only option is Barbara, and she is a bit old, and we think he may reject her. So you are our only other option. I don't know what incentive to offer you other than you will be saving our hides."

"Okay, I'll come with you guys as long as you promise I won't get hurt."

Both Naila and Andy stopped. They looked a bit confused, and Andy asked, "Why? Hell! As I was trying to convince you just now, I was listening to my arguments and realising I would never go if I didn't have to. So I expected I would need to spend quite a bit more time convincing you, maybe even offer you some money. Again, I ask, Why?"

"My life, up to this point, has been pretty mundane. The last two days have been amazing. When I leave here and return home to family and friends, my life will go back to much the same as it was before. So I want to take all my opportunities here. I feel more alive than I have in years, and I'm glad you didn't offer me money. That would have made me feel like a prostitute."

Naila leaned over, hugged Rachael, and kissed her cheek, "We will be all right. I will make sure nothing happens to you. Eldon is not a very nice person, but I am related distantly to him, so I'm certain he will not harm me, let alone touch you. But I'm guessing he will want sex with me. He has to save face and humiliate Andy, as he thinks he has been humiliated."

Rachael noticed that one of the couples was smoking a joint. She could smell the pungent, sweet, skunky scent in the air and asked Andy if they could ask the couple for a few puffs. He smiled and pulled out a joint. "I didn't think you smoked the stuff?"

"I've not touched the stuff before yesterday, but I need something to calm my heart."

Andy pulled out a joint and lit it up just as the desert arrived. He had ordered them a fruit salad with meringue, which Rachael gulped down. It was delicious. The pot helped, of course.

At 9:30, they departed the restaurant for the Club. They all sat quietly, contemplating the night ahead as Andy drove. Rachael found herself getting anxious, even with the drink and puffs of the joint. But there was also a feeling of anticipation at the thought of what might happen.

The guy at the door of the Club must have been warned to expect them, as when Andy pulled up outside, the doorman pointed to a park for special guests around the side of the building. A line of people was out front waiting to be admitted, but after Aden had parked and they approached, the doorman waved them forward and motioned Naila and Rachael to enter. He held his arm up to Andy, "I've been told that you are to return at 1:00 am and wait for the ladies outside until they come out."

Then he motioned a huge bouncer forward and told him to escort the ladies to E.R. The bouncer introduced himself as Elias, and led them to the left, up some stairs and into an office. At the far end of the office was a solid door. He pressed a button on a monitor by the door, motioned them to wait, and then sat down in a seat beside the door.

After a minute, the door clicked open, and a voice from within called out for them to enter. Naila led the way into a vast office where a tough-looking man was seated behind an executive desk. He faced a large window that gave a view of the dance floor downstairs and a mezzanine floor opposite. He was not large, probably in his late forties or early fifties. He was wearing a dark suit and tie and was well-groomed.

Eldon welcomed them to his Club, waving them to two chairs before his desk. Rachael noted that his English was not good, and she assumed he'd learned it on the streets and not in school. She glanced at the people sitting at tables on the mezzanine and, seeing that they looked unaware of them, knew that it must be mirrored glass.

Eldon ran his eyes over Rachael, "Very nice, but is she old enough? She doesn't look over sixteen?"

Rachael's heckles went up, and she snapped, "I'm twenty-one, nearly twenty-two."

"Sorry! Your schoolgirl uniform makes you look much younger. I have to be careful. I don't have anyone younger than eighteen working in the Club."

He got up, turned, and picked up a beautifully crafted bottle of alcohol from a decorated Credenza behind him. He poured a good measure into three glasses. He motioned for the girls to take one as he returned to his chair behind his desk. He sipped on his glass and waved for them to taste theirs.

Rachael didn't move. She did not need any more alcohol and wondered if it might be drugged. But Naila got up, took the two glasses and handed her one, "It is a very expensive liquor rum. Have a taste!"

Eldon held his glass up and offered a toast, "To beautiful women!"

Then, looking at Naila, "Let's not waste time. You're here to pay for your husband's stupidity. It will not involve pain or hurt to either of you, just humiliation, as he has done to me."

His statement was directed at Rachael, and she cringed inside at what may be coming. Naila said nothing, just sat still and waited.

Eldon looked directly at Naila, "I want you to make love to this beautiful white lady. I want it to be genuine, for you both to have climaxes and not fake ones. I'll know if you are faking them."

"What here!" Squeaked Naila. It was the first emotion Rachael had seen since they had entered the Club.

"No, through that door there," he said, pointing to a door to their right. I have a bedroom and bathroom there, where I sometimes stay at night.

He rang a bell, and a pretty young Jamaican girl dressed in a maid's uniform stepped through the door. Eldon introduced her as Abigay, his maid, and said she would look after them. Abigay waved for them to follow her, and as they rose, Rachael noted that the office door had also opened at the sound of the bell. Elias was entering, and he followed them into the bedroom.

The room they entered was about two-thirds the size of the office and had mirrors on every wall and a large one on the ceiling. An open door was to their left, showing a small bathroom. Abigay told them to use the bathroom, but they were to undress in the bedroom and place their clothes on the couch alongside the door.

Rachael went to decline, but Naila grabbed her arm and led her into the bathroom. Shutting the door, she turned to Rachael, "I would bet anything he is recording this. I cannot see a camera, but they are probably behind the mirrors. You need to put on a good show if you want this to be over quickly. Now pee and wash. I want you clean if I have to eat you."

Rachael suddenly realised the full impact of what she had let herself in for. She had never thought about going with another woman and did not think she could do it. She was super embarrassed, pulling her panties down and sitting on the toilet. She complained, "I don't think I can do this. Can I back out?"

Naila shook her head. "It's way too late for that. Put everything out of your mind, and let me do all the initial moves. Then, when you get excited, follow what I have done."

Then she added, "I saw your reaction when I dressed you earlier. You may have never been with a woman before, but trust me, you will love it."

Cleaned and relieved, they stepped back into the bedroom. Eldon was standing in the doorway to the office. Elias and Abigay were standing by the mirror on the opposite wall. Naila steered Rachael to the side of the bed and passionately kissed her. Amazingly, Rachael found herself responding, and she parted her lips to let Naila's tongue search out hers.