Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (15 page)

“This dress would be fine for me if I hadn’t sweated through it already.”
 
I peeled my clothes off and threw them in a plastic bag.

“Damn, if my hunger wasn’t so overwhelming, I’d be all over you.
 
You’ve obviously been working out more than you admit.”

I slipped on another sundress and a fresh pair of panties.
 
“I’m starving too.
 
Give me two minutes and I’ll be ready.”
 
I grabbed my bag and ran to the bedroom.
 
I dabbed my cheeks with a little blush and dusted myself with a little powder before running a brush through my hair.
 
The humidity had my hair curling tight.
 
I sprayed it with shine spray and twisted into a clip.

“Ready,” I called as I left the bathroom.

“That was forty-five seconds!
 
You rock.
 
Let’s go find the dining area.”

We followed the signs to the main dining area.
 
It was starting to fill up.
 
I glanced around to see how people were dressed.
 
Most of the women were either in sundresses or cocktail dresses, which seemed to be a bit much so early in the day.
 
The men were mostly in khaki shorts and loose fitting shirts.
 
We fit right in.

A very beautiful hostess sat us at a large round table with other people and took our drink order.

I looked around at everyone.
 
“I’d love to sit and get to know everyone, but we’re so hungry we could eat the table cloth.
 
I hope no one minds if we grab some food first.”

There were giggles around the table as they waved us on.

“Look at that spread,” John whispered, “lobster, crab, fish, steak and that’s just the meat.”

“I know, I have a feeling right now we’re move interested in food than booty.”
 
I giggled.
 
With our plates full, we headed back to the table.

There were name tags and markers on the table.
 
I quickly scribbled my name and put the sticker on my chest.
 
John did the same.

“Is this your first time here?” A lady next to me was speaking, with Brenda labeled on her chest.

“Yes.
 
You?”
 
I asked before shoving a hunk of lobster in my mouth.
 
I nearly had a foodgasm.

“No, we’ve been coming here for about five years.”
 
She pointed at Craig next to her.

“Fuck me, this is the best food I’ve ever had.”
 
John said as he put a hunk of ribeye in his mouth.
 

Most of the men at the table laughed.
 
I was slightly embarrassed.
 
He was right, the food tasted so wonderful, I was worried I would overeat leaving myself feeling miserable.

“Then you don’t want to miss the dessert table.
 
You’re going to shit yourself, man.”
 
A guy with no tag who looked like he was in his early thirties commented.
 
“Sorry, I’m Adam.
 
These stupid stickers won’t stick to my shirt.”

Everyone went around the table introducing themselves.
 
By the time it was finished, I was done with my plate.
 

“Candy and John here.
 
This is our first time here, as I said, and we just arrived right before dinner.”

“I’m going up for dessert,” John said in my ear before excusing himself from the table.

“Grab something for me too.”

“So how long have you two been swinging?”
 
Brenda asked.

“We haven’t been together very long, but individually we’ve been doing it for a little bit.”
 
I didn’t want to start telling these strangers my life story.

“So you’re not married?” she asked.

“Is that a problem?”
 
I was starting to feel threatened.
 
I did not like this woman and her questioning me was starting to get irritating.

“Why don’t you just give them the Brenda inquisition,” Janette said as she walked up to the table.

“Janette!”
 
I was so glad to see her.

“Don’t mind Brenda.
 
She comes here to be a busy body.
 
She doesn’t fuck at all.”
 
Janette turned her back toward Brenda.
 
“She’s a smut novelist, and not a very good one at that.
 
She wrote one novel that saw a tiny bit of success and now she comes here looking for inspiration.”

“Fuck you Janette.”
 
Brenda growled.

“Be nice, or I’ll have you hauled out of here again this year.
 
Can’t believe they let your snooty ass back this year.”

Brenda bit her lip, then left the table.

“Seriously, she’s a twat.
 
I nearly lost my breath when I saw you got stuck with her.
 
Figured you could use some back-up.”
 
Janette rubbed my leg.

“Thank you.
 
I didn’t like her anyway.”
 
I smiled.
 
It was easy to smile around Janette.
 
She had been a sexual mentor in a way and
 
I always felt like I was under her wing.

“Where’s John?”

“Dessert table, hopefully picking out something wonderful for me.”

“Oh yes, that’s an impossible task to fail.
 
The food here would be world renown if this place weren’t so hush-hush.
 
There’s another one over by the main resort area, but this one is a bit more exclusive.
 
You won’t find many undesirables here.”

That word.
 
Undesirable was Janette’s word for obese, unkempt or uneducated people she had no interest in.
 
This was her crowd and I could see it.
 
Everyone was in top shape and well dressed.
 
I adored Janette, and while I wasn’t attracted to obese folks either, it bugged me a bit that she categorized them.
 
It seemed cold and heartless out of an otherwise warm person.

“Cream of the crop here, eh?”
 

“So I have some sort of tart here, or chocolate mousse.
 
Whatever you want, I’ll eat the other.”
 
John held both plates.

“Chocolate, of course.”
 
I grabbed the mousse, thankful for his interruption into what was an awkward moment.

“Finish up, get your suits on and come down by the lagoon.
 
There’s no wildlife in the lagoon, it’s all man made and chemically balanced.
 
I’ll see you there.”
 
She patted my thigh before standing and leaving.

“So she got the nosey broad to leave, did she?”
 
John asked.

“Thank God.
 
I want to avoid that woman.
 
I didn’t even like the sight of her.”

“You think she’s ugly?” he asked.

“Snooty is more like it.
 
Damn this mousse is delicious.
 
It’s so decadent.”

“I think that’s the whole point of this trip.
 
Everything is decadent.”
 
He washed his tart down with a swig of water.
 
“Let’s go suit up and get to the lagoon.”

LET THE GAMES BEGIN

John and I held hands as we made our way down the path to the lagoon.
 
I could see naked bodies already.
 
I found myself thankful for the painful hours at the gym.
 
My abs looked good and my butt was tight.
 
My breasts had shrunk half a size due to the weight loss, but I had room to spare.

John squeezed my hand.
 
“Fuck, I’m gonna have a woody.”

I snickered.
 
“Looks like that’s a common thing around here.
 
I don’t’ see one wet noodle anywhere around.
 
I wouldn’t worry about it.
 
As far as the rest of these people are concerned, you’re very well endowed.”

“Hello beautiful!”
 
James said walking up to us.

“Hey there, handsome.
 
Damn, how’d you get rid of the beer belly so fast?”
 
I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

“Are you kidding me?
 
Janette has had me on a low-carb, zero beer diet.
 
She’s also had me working out twice a day for a month.
 
Woman’s tough as nails when she has a goal in mind.
 
Her goal was a more svelte husband.
 
I don’t mind.
 
I look good!”
 
He put his hands on the back of his head and posed like a female porn star lips partially open against his bicep, hand on his hip, butt pushed out.

John gave a huge belly laugh.
 
I had not heard him laugh like that often.
 
James did look silly.

“There you are.”
 
Janette was walking toward us in nothing but a bikini bottom.
 
He gave us both hugs.
 
John blushed immediately.

“James, why don’t you and John go test out the water while Candy and I find a nice spot to lay?”

I had a feeling it was not a request.
 
The guys walked out into the lagoon and Janette lead me to an area she already had laid out.

“Our cabana boy will bring you whatever you want.
 
They’re not allowed to touch the guests however.”
 
Janette handed me a large towel to lay on the lounge chair.

“So why did you get rid of the guys so quickly?”
 
I wasn’t going to beat around the bush with Janette.
 
She wouldn’t have liked it anyway, but I didn’t really want her dictating our every move even
if
she paid for the vacation.

“So James could give John the rundown of etiquette and answer any questions.
 
In my experience, men just take information better from other men.
 
Plus, it would give us a chance to do the same.”
 
She handed me a hurricane glass.
 
“It’s fruity.
 
I’m fairly certain you’ll like it.
 
If not, I can get you something else.”

I sipped it.
 
It was cool and refreshing.
 
It tasted more like a kid’s drink.
 
“Dangerous.”

“Okay, so you can have sex just about anywhere other than the dining areas.
 
There are condoms on the countertops under the huts to keep the sun from breaking them down.
 
Introduce yourself often.
 
There are tons of people here.
 
It’s not just good for sex play, it’s pretty damned good for networking too.
 
I’ve seen a lot of business deals cut here.
 
People are euphoric,
 
you know.”
 
Janette flashed her cunning grin.

“Okay.
 
Is there nightlife here?
 
They gave us packets of information, but we were so hungry we ran to the dining room.”

“Yep, as soon as the sun goes down, that hut over there has a DJ.
 
We have half this island to ourselves.
 
The other half is another private resort, but it’s clear on the other side and the land between us blocks the noise.
 
The DJ plays until the sun starts to rise.
 
Your sleep schedule will get completely annihilated here.
 
But my best piece of advice is to sleep when you’re tired, play only when you want and only on your terms.
 
You have two full weeks here.
 
Everything will be done for you, cooking, cleaning, laundry.
 
So take the time to relax too.
 
Lay in the sun, swim, play golf do whatever feels good.
 
There is a library on the main floor.
 
You can borrow books from there to read on the beach during the day.
 
That’s actually how I like to spend my time.
 
You can get a free massage any time you want.
 
It’s all part of the package.”