Chapter 1
Rachal caught her reflection in the large mirror of their hotel suite as she wandered into the main room from the bathroom. She grinned at the sight. The hours she spent in the gym and the tanning booths was time well spent, she told herself.
Her thrusting breasts jutted firmly away from her tanned body and her dark nipples were still hard from their early morning lovemaking. Her stomach was flat, of course, and her narrow waist led way to wide hips definitely gave her a sexy look. Just out of the shower, the little red g-string that passed as a bikini bottom covered the slight rise of her mound.
It only barely hid the perfectly smooth pussy that was still tingling...
Jeremy had already left the suite, heading downstairs to ask Lana some questions about tourist spots on the island. Not that they'd end up at any. His business deals would run on and on and she'd end up sunbathing all day again. Not that she was complaining. Her current boyfriend was fun to be with, hot in bed, and gave her enough time for herself.
Her soft skin still shimmered from the coconut lotion she'd lathered on and, turning one way and then the other, she nodded in satisfaction at her reflection in the mirror. She loved the admiring gazes her body drew from men and women alike, and even though it pissed Jeremy off she could never resist a little flirting.
That was as far as she'd ever go, of course. She'd always remained faithful in a relationship.
She stepped back to admire the full cleavage that spilled over the top as she fitted her breasts into the simple but devastatingly sexy top. She'd wear the white shawl over it on the journey to the pool and back, naturally. It added that little bit extra intrigue.
Pushing back the wavy, shoulder-length dark hair she'd spent ten minutes brushing, she felt ready to face the day. It would consist of sunbathing, the occasional dip in the pool, large quantities of alcohol and, when Jeremy eventually returned to the hotel, more lovemaking.
***
Rachal ambled down to the hotel lobby, taking a detour along the carpeted pathway that led past the thronged breakfast area before arriving at the reception desk in the foyer. She could see Jeremy through the glass window of the office, sitting at one side of the desk and talking animatedly to the hotel's Manageress.
Lana Hopkins perfectly fitted Rachal's preconception of a dyke. The blonde skinhead had tattoos on both arms and quite how she'd been given the top job at one of the island's most respected hotels always puzzled the brunette. Though there was no doubt that Lana was exceptionally efficient at managing the establishment. She exuded an air of friendly yet commanding authority that had most guests eating out of the palm of her hand.
It was impossible not to like Lana, even if the assertive woman's all-knowing eyes gave Rachal's body the once over every time they met. Truth be told, Rachal quite enjoyed the attention. She was no lesbian, and didn't consider herself into women, but being the object of another woman's desire, especially one as butch as Lana, was quite a turn-on.
She hesitated momentarily before slipping behind the long reception desk and knocking on the glass door. Lana glanced up and waved her into the office.
The butch Manageress's deep voice was commanding as she entered. "Hello Rachal. Come in and have a seat."
As she'd anticipated, Lana's gaze covered her body before finding her eyes. The woman's long, bare legs were crossed sexily as she laughed and chatted with Jeremy. Rachal hadn't often seen her in anything other than trousers and they were more attractive than she'd expected in the tailored shorts.
"How are you, Rachal?"
"Good," the brunette replied, placing the shawl across the back of the chair and languidly turning her body towards the woman. "And you. Lana?"
"Couldn't be better," the woman smiled, clearly watching every move. "I've just been telling your boyfriend, we have anything you want. Sailing, fishing, golf, sight seeing... though I rather thought you preferred to soak up the sun?"
"I do, but Jeremy wants to do something different," Rachal laughed, adding sarcastically. "That's when he's attended to all his business of course."
The blonde skinheaded woman eased up from her seat, picking up the brochure she'd been showing Jeremy as she walked behind Rachal. "Want to see?" her deep voice asked.
Rachal could feel the woman's large breasts press into her back as Lana draped herself half across her, the woman's slim fingers settling on her upper arm as she spoke. The bodily contact was a step further than the Manageress had ever gone before and as her nipples rose at the contact, Rachal wondered what Jeremy thought, or even if he'd noticed.
She glanced sideways at her boyfriend, but typically he no longer seemed to be paying attention. No doubt he was thinking about his next business deal, she wryly thought.
Trying to concentrate on the brochure wasn't that easy with Lana's hot breath in her ear and the woman's fingers idly stroking across the tanned skin of her arm. Despite herself, she imperceptibly leaned back. Lana rewarded her with a soft exhalation of air on her cheek as she settled her other hand across Rachal's shoulder. With each of Lana's unhurried description of the various attractions, she could feel the very ends of the woman's fingertips gliding back and forth openly on her upper arm.
Her breath caught just as Jeremy spoke.
"Okay, darling, I need to go." Damn. Men had such an impeccably bad sense of timing. "Why don't we get you settled in a lounger and I'll be back to join you mid afternoon."
***
Lana watched the young woman stride through the lobby, swaying her hips from side to side with each step. Every eye in the vicinity turned to stare at the sexy girl. Like all of Lana's pets, Rachal knew how to flaunt herself and how to tease, there was no doubt about that. She'd even flaunted herself at Lana. Turning her was going to be an absolute pleasure.
Rubbing a hand across her blonde skin head, she turned off the monitor when Rachal reached the lift. She's be with her soon enough. The invitation to a light lunch in her suite had been delivered by Francesca, another of her pets and the most efficient of her hotel employees. Francesca had kept Rachal's sangria topped up throughout the morning, too, just as she'd directed. And ensured it was extra strong...
Lana answered the door at the first light tap, her eyes drinking in the flawlessly tanned bikini covered body as Rachal entered the suite. She followed the young woman to the centre of the room, her gaze fixed on the smooth interplay of her buttocks as she walked. They were virtually naked apart from the tiny triangle of her little red g-string. Even with just the two of them present, it seemed the sexy girl couldn't resist putting an extra swing in her step.
"Some wine?" she asked, pouring two glasses from the bottle already opened on the small circular table beside them.
