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Paradise Obtained Chapter 12: Tasha
After the fright I had endured during my conquest of Megan, the rest of our stay in New York proved both profitable and enjoyable. On the commercial front, I got my business for hiring out my properties up and running and even managed to let out all four, albeit at a discounted autumn rate for the northern hemisphere ones. It was good to feel I was earning some income that was not directly in the gift of Albrecht Haller.
I was in regular conference calls to Ilse, Nikki, Kanako and Millie to make sure they would be able to cope with this new requirement on their time and energies. I need not have worried; all was in hand and going well. Meanwhile, the more complex work of setting up my addiction clinic was proceeding slowly through the necessary legal hoops here in New York.
On a more personal note, I had made one amendment to my new concubine; I had ordered Megan to dye her hair mahogany red. She had not considered this before, but my judgement proved sound. Her new hair colour did indeed highlight her beautiful green eyes. Megan was more pleased with the result than she had expected, and Georgia and Delilah were complimentary too.
If having a harem of two beautiful women with me had been pleasant, three was even more fun. Megan was keen to explore the curiosity she felt about sex with other girls and Delilah and Georgia were only too happy to oblige her. They proved excellent tutors. I, of course, got the double pleasure of observing her progress and being able to join in and chose whichever girl -- and whichever way of making love -- happened to appeal to me most at the time.
The women also were able to freely indulge in some enjoyable retail therapy, as Megan's new salary working for me greatly exceeded her previous income. Georgia and Delilah were not averse to accompanying her on lengthy tours of the best clothes stores the Big Apple had to offer. As Georgia pointed out, they didn't want her to feel lonely and as such it was only being companionable to join in some purchasing.
I left them to it on those expeditions, preferring to keep an eye on my new businesses, but Megan, who had lived in New York for around eight months prior to our meeting her, also undertook the role of host and showed us all the classic tourist sights. Such tours by day were supplemented by evenings included fine dining, nightclubs and even the odd Broadway show, as well as a lot of sex of course.
Still, all good things come to an end and I needed to turn my attention to Haller's business, namely his request that I buy a property in the West Indies. Oddly enough, buying a private island in the Caribbean proved nothing like as difficult as I expected; in fact, we did the whole thing without leaving New York.
To my surprise, there are whole websites devoted to supplying someone with the odd $5m to spare with their own mini-islet kingdom. I got lucky, in that I found a very nice one that was going relatively cheap as the current owner, a celebrity who shall remain nameless for obvious reasons, was having a little local difficulty with investigations into tax evasion and money laundering, and had a pressing need to sell.
Even so the price was $4.5 million, still a tidy sum, but what I -- and Albrecht Haller, who signed off the deal -- got for it was superb. It was a small low island called Woody Cay, blessed with beautiful white sandy beaches that gave even Fiji a run for its money, and around a ten-minute boat ride from the south-eastern end of the island of St. Thomas.
Woody Cay had only a single building complex on it, so we would have it to ourselves, and that was modern and luxurious. The emphasis in the design was 'open and airy', with a good deal of glass evident, although I was assured that it was built to withstand a hurricane. There was a dock and boathouse, and all the utilities you might reasonably expect -- although no swimming pool, which was rendered unnecessary by the island having a sort of protected lagoon, safe from sharks and with crystal clear water.
My favourite parts were the flat room of the main building, which looked a wonderful area just to relax or sunbath, and the large veranda, adjacent to the main living room and overlooking the sea. There was even an underground living space that could, at a pinch, supply Delilah with a place for her sort of fun and games, although not with permanent equipment; the building just didn't lend itself to that sort of thing. Still, I wasn't too worried about that. Delilah always had her perfect dungeon in Romania.
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So, when Georgia, Delilah, Megan and I flew into the airport at Charlotte Amalie, the capital of the US Virgin Islands, it was not to start a search, but with the pleasure of visiting our latest home in mind. This didn't mean there wasn't work to do. For one thing, we had a potential manager to find -- which also meant the next member of my harem. Satisfyingly for me, this wasn't going to involve much effort on my part. I outlined my requirements to the girls and let them loose on finding their future harem sister.
The main criterion I gave them was that I hoped that they would find me a beauty of Afro-Caribbean descent, which shouldn't prove too difficult, since the majority of the population were of that origin. I trust I am not racist in my attitudes, I certainly try not to be, but one thing I am certain of is that I don't have any prejudice when it comes to beautiful women; I find them all hot, wherever they come from.
I also enjoy variety of looks and appearance. Therefore, the one fault I could find with my current wonderful and charming harem was that only Kanako didn't come from a European ethnic background. This seemed hardly a fair reflection of the glorious womanhood of the rest of humanity. I felt it was time to redress the scales a little.
I couldn't have given the three girls a mission more to their taste -- Delilah was practically salivating at the prospect -- and it was on only the third day after our arrival that my eager scouts reported back on potential success.
We were staying in the capital and, while pleasant enough, our hotel didn't quite measure up to the five-star luxury we had all grown accustomed to. As a result, the girls had taken to wandering the town looking for restaurants and bars that might be worth a visit as an alternative to the hotel's facilities. One of the places they liked to stop off at for refreshment was a Starbucks coffee house near the hotel.
As was normal when they arrived back from a day out, we had retired to my room for an orgy before dinner. Delilah and Megan were on the bed locked in a lesbian 69, taking their time over licking and playing with one another's pussies, being in no hurry to climax. Megan was still learning these arts, although she was an enthusiastic pupil and Delilah an expert teacher, so it wouldn't be long before she reached the standard expected of my harem.
I was lounging on a chair, naked, my erect cock being idly toyed with and stroked by Georgia who was sat on the floor next to me, one hand on my dick and the other between her legs as we watched the two girls on the bed. "Had any luck with the search?" I asked.
"Yes Master," my blonde PA replied. "I think we've found someone perfect. But you should come and see her for yourself and then, if you're happy, you should meet her."
