As the resplendent Caribbean sun began its glorious decent over luscious St Lucia, Miss Victoria London-Smith, this most stunning of English roses, was being preened and prepared for the evening.
She had decided to wear a magnificent, short, sleeveless Alexander McQueen dress. I had never set eyes on such expensive attire and it befitted her so perfectly.
She insisted that I wore a uniform for the evening - something I found derogatory and divisive.
As I prepared the scrumptiously delicious Caribbean cocktails, Victoria's guests began to arrive. They all settled down in the vast living area which leads to the open veranda.
I served them a cocktail and a few other delicacies to commence the evening and curtseyed respectfully as Victoria introduced me to each of the young ladies; Miss Samantha, Miss Scarlett, Miss Clare and Miss Sarah.
'Where's your girl from?' pouted Clare, as if I wasn't in the room.
'Africa, I think,' said my miss to a cacophony of giggles from the other white brats.
'Africa's not a country you know Victoria,' commented Sarah.
I have a Jamaican maid, so insolent and indolent in her ways,' professed the snotty Scarlett. I had gathered from the conversation that Scarlett had now resided on the island for several years since moving with Mummy and Daddy from England.
'It's extremely difficult to get a decent girl but you seem fairly fortuitous Victoria,' scoffed Samantha.
Yes, Chiku is a gem, as you will see later,' my miss mischievously murmured, with a glint of wickedness in her eyes that made the very foundations of my insides shudder with nervousness.
I felt self-conscious enough in my maid's uniform and now I was pondering and perplexing about the evening ahead.
After several more rum cocktails had been served and the main dishes, I noticed the girls had began smoking the Caribbean weed and were becoming tipsier and less inhibited.
Victoria, to my sudden surprise, invited me to sit down with her white friends. I felt extremely uneasy but decided to accept her offer of a drink and smoke, mainly to help me relax.
What transpired thereafter was something that is forever emblazoned into the deepest crevices of my innermost memories!
'Make yourself naked now Chiku and stand with your arms stretched and legs apart in the centre of the room,' commanded my miss.
Due to the profound effects of the weed, clearly to which none of us were in the least bit accustomed, I almost exhibited a degree of willingness to her orders although this hid a very worried interior.
The weed tends to magnify everything ten fold; my nakedness, the burning eyes of the white bitches upon me and the absolute magnificence of Victoria who felt like a Goddess - her purity and beauty out of this world!
'Wow, wow, I've never seen a black girl naked,' Sarah forthrightly shouted.
Victoria deliberately left me in this position for about half an hour, making me wallow in my humiliation. I think she, too, felt the intensity of the weed and her power and sense of superiority knew no bounds.
She was the most naturally attractive girl in the roomful of English roses - an unblemished emblem of our planet's female species!
Her friends managed to maximise their assets with an abundance of accessories and sexy summer dresses and though Victoria also felt the need to do glamorise and glorify herself, her allure would have towered ahead in the meekest of outfits.
'Right Chiku, I want you to pleasure us all one by one, starting of course with me. You will kneel in front of our feet first,'
'Yes miss.' By now I felt more liberated and relaxed and couldn't wait to pleasure my own personal princess!
I began licking beneath her dainty feet. Oh what legs. Oh Victoria. I lifted her dress to reveal sexy pink panties and I felt almost vampire-like as I sunk my teeth into her lovely thighs. I literally wanted to eat her!
Victoria was shocked at my aggressive input but clearly found it irresistible as she gripped her hands with a rigidity she had never previously demonstrated.
I sucked and licked round her clitoris like a frantic lizard, intermittently squeezing and biting around her buttocks and upper thighs.
Victoria was unable to control her screams as the other girls looked on in utter amazement. I bit her clitoris harder, fingering her with the deepest possible penetration.
Victoria looked like she was undergoing electric shock treatment as she screamed and screamed with each orgasm.
Afterwards the redness of her face matched that of her legs where my jaw had foremost feasted.
Satisfied yet embarrassed she quickly ordered me towards Samantha, who was a considerably more substantial girl than either Victoria, or me and I had sensed a degree of enmity between her and my miss.
Samantha seemed uncomfortable. Maybe it did not sit well with her having a svelte black girl before her. Her bosoms were undeniably her greatest asset so I decisively decided to indulge them. She appeared to become more at ease as I caressed and gently played with her nipples.
Gradually her nipples became erect and this shy girl clearly became turned on. She crossed her legs as I instigated a greater degree of force around her beautiful bosoms and after several minutes of straining her body, this girl reached what I sensed was her first real orgasm.
Samantha looked totally flushed but Victoria was not done!
My intuitions about the frostiness between Samantha and Victoria were proven correct and my miss was ready to once again exert her prowess and power!
