Friday - February 17, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the sixth day of a fourteen-day vacation where reality has replaced fantasy. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnIt begins:nnI am the first to wake; a hard cock in the crack of my butt is humping me slowly. As my body awakens more so does my brain. All guys wake up with a hard-on; I know that. OK, but who is in bed with me. Oh, I finally remember now, it is Sam. He is snoring softly plus making his hard-on feel better by rubbing it against me. I love the feel of his hand cupping one of my soft breast. God, this feels so good. I hope he is dreaming of me.nnI glance over at some movement in the other bed; it is Maria waking up. She looks over at me and smiles. We all know that we are switching this morning; the others in bed with her are asleep. nnI motion to Maria to head to the bathroom. I am sure we both need to pee; we take care of that, shower ourselves and then turn into each other getting ourselves worked up with fingers and tongues. For the first time in my life, I just melt so comfortably into a female with no hesitation or inhibitions.

Wednesday - February 22, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the eleventh day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnI wake up with a soft, warm black hand on my left breast and a morning woodie in the crack of my butt.nnI lie on my side trying to sort things out.nnI remember Chuck getting into bed with me. nnIs this Chuck or someone else? Did I get drugged? Is this what Maria was inferring about being horny?nnI hear this light snoring so the guy has to be asleep.nnI close my eyes, place my hand over this guy's hand on my tit, and remember what Maria had said.nnShe was right; I am horny after everything yesterday. Am I turning in to a nympho?nnI hear, "Good morning, Heather," into my neck with a breast squeeze.nn"MMMM! Good morning, what are your orders from Mistress Trudy for today?"nn"I am to stay with you until you dismiss me."nnChuck reaches for my chin.

The following story has been edited from the original in order to comply with this website's guidelines. Note that only Part 1 has been edited. Please contact the author if you have any questions.nn***nnCHAPTER 1nn***nnI was eight years old when my parents died. They had come to America just before I was born, eking out a living as hired farm hands in California before moving on towards the Great Plains. This was the land of opportunity, but life was not easy in Middle America for a couple of uneducated Chinks and two small children.nnStill, all of their hopes and dreams were for our success. My younger sister and I attended local schools as often as possible, and every extra penny they had went into providing for our educational needs. They dreamed that I could grow up and be a doctor or lawyer, live a better life.nnWe were on our way to a new job in the next state over when my dad fell asleep at the wheel. He and my mom had been driving in shifts for the last two days straight in order to make it to the new job on time. Our battered truck flipped into a ditch, and the next thing I knew, Child Services was delivering me to a dusty building where a weather-beaten couple was waiting for me. A sign by the road read "Masters Farm".nnA kind but overworked and exhausted social worker was talking to my new foster parents. They were signing some paperwork and then the social worker handed them a check. She turned and pointed to me. "His family died in an accident off Route 47. We don't have any record of where they were headed or where they were coming from. Just a family of undocumented Chinese. But the boy's got a US birth certificate; he speaks perfect English, and responds to the name 'John'.

Big Mama asked me: "Are you gonna have a problem with killing a friend of yours?" "Depends on which friend."nn"A Yakuza gang member on the management fast track." nn"It's not a woman, is it? I've got enough contracts out on me without the government getting in on the act." The Government of Greater Good frowns on killing females, but men are fair game. nn"C'mon, Aaron, you know the only place the Yakuza has in its ranks for a woman is as a bed warmer."nnI smiled, "They're not as liberal as the Organizatsiya." Quite the contrary, the Russian mafia employs women the way the KBG used to carry a large roster of femme fatales.nnBig Mama twisted the cap off a new bottle of Dasani water. Her pronounced neck muscles worked when she tipped it back. She set it down on her desk half empty. I swallowed dryly.nn"Aren't you going to offer a guest any of that?" nnI drink all the chemical beer I want, but these days you drink all the fresh water you can scrounge. nnShe snatched up the bottle before I could reach for it. "You're not a guest, you're an employee," she reminded me.nn"Part time at best," I sighed. "Which one of my friends needs to be rendered null and void?"nn"It's not a woman.