Her naked body hit the floor with a thud, the others turned to look at her as she lay spread eagle in a pool of juices and sweat. Exhausted no use to herself, not even able to pull her perfectly shaped thick caramel colored legs together.
Her story began two months earlier when Ashley, an up-and-coming lawyer for the biggest law firm on the small island of Barbados took the case of Roger Cortisol, a man known for his good looks, dominant nature and known to Ashley as her "Ex". She knew she could handle him, after all, she never let emotions or feelings interfere with her work, although, the more time she spent with him the more she thought about his special bedtime skills.
Quickly she would push those thoughts aside and get back to business. Roger accused of assault with intent to do bodily harm but he had a case that Ashley said was open and shut. She argued that is was a frivolous, premeditated, malicious, attack on her client in trying to discredit him as he got ready to be elected to parliament, and just as she had predicted, Roger was found Not Guilty.
They were elated at the result and Ashley found nothing wrong with a "Freedom" celebration at Rogers house. She knew the house would be filled with prominent people who could be persuaded to crawl into her web and push her career, so she dressed to impress. A red short tight Gucci dress that showed her rounded ass and beautifully trim waist, with her long legs smooth and spotless, she let down her hair, applied her make-up and set out to hook herself an even bigger pay check.
Ashley danced seductively with almost every man on the floor as Roger watched her intensely, she paid him no mind and shot down his every advance, in her mind that ship had passed. He kept a close eye on her and was sure to hurry over to her rescue when she drunkenly stumbled and nearly fell into the pool.
"You need to sleep this off," he whispered as he lift her to the den, a room she had never gone into in the 16 months they had dated, he was always sure to keep that door locked but this time was different. He put her down gently, she was comfortable, she tried to look around but quickly the room was extra quiet and extra dark.
The sunlight brightly glared over her face as she opened her big brown eyes squinting and quickly covering them with her hands, it was morning, she looked around through her fingers, startled by the feeling that she was not alone. Timidly she surveyed her surroundings and there she was on a huge plush bed with six other women, all slowly awakening.
"What the Hell happened last night?" She asked but all seemed just as clueless as she, she rushed to the door but it was locked, she banged and called out for Roger to open but to no avail, the others just gazed at her in a drugged out way and did nothing. She slid to the floor trying to compose herself when the door squeaked slowly open and Roger appeared with another very muscular man who she recognized from the night before. She got to her feet, fixed her dress and ready to leave, all in the room just stared at her.
Determined not to show any hint of being daunted or intimidated, she walked strongly to the door looked back at Roger and announced with a giggle, "I obviously had a great time and I'll now take my leave". As she approached the front door, Roger called out to her, reminding her of her bag and car keys, she stopped and went back to the den, her mouth dropped open at the scene that was unfolding.............
The door closed slowly behind her as she watched in awe at the naked bodies merging together, the women she had left mere moments ago were now engulfed in a sexual whirlpool, sucking, licking and drinking in the essence of each other - the man she had left with Roger was now lying naked on the bed as two of the women catered to him.
