[DOAX][FanFic][Lemon] Crazy For You

[Doug Wood]

Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball (c) 2003 Tecmo and Team NINJA.

Lemon Warning: This fic contains graphic sex. Reader discretion is
advised.

A PWP Production
of a DOAX Lemon

*CRAZY*FOR*YOU*

"Ayane!" Christie cried, volleying the ball off her partner's dig.

But the young Japanese girl hadn't waited. She was already running at
the net, kicking up fans of hot white sand behind her. Her short
purple hair flew from her sweaty forehead as she leaped for a spike.

On the other side of the court, Kasumi positioned herself, muscles
tense. She watched the volleyball's descent and jumped at the last
second, stretching her hand above the net. Her timing was perfect.

But Ayane smacked the ball with every ounce of strength in her elfin
body, and it blasted through the block like a charging halfback
through a weak goal-line defense.

Kasumi yelped in pain as the ball ricocheted off her face. Stunned by
the impact, she flew backwards, head over feet. Somehow she managed a
mid-air twist and landed face first in the sand, where she lay in a
daze with tears in her eyes, hands covering her stinging nose.

Helena dove forward for a desperate last-second save, but the ball
bounced on the ground inches before her outstretched hand. She beat
the ground in disappointment, and then got up, spitting out sand. She
kicked the ball under the net as she walked over to check on her
partner.

As Ayane retrieved the ball, a smirk tugged at the edges of her lips.

"Did you like the sandwich?" she asked nastily, then spun on her heel
and walked back to Christie, calling over her shoulder, "14 to 5.
Match point."

Helena ignored the mean-spirited remark and helped Kasumi get to her
feet.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Gomen nasai," the orange-haired Japanese girl said with a wince,
still clutching her nose. "I haven't played volleyball in a long time.
I should have said something first."

"Never mind that," Helena said in a gentle French accent. "Let me see
your face."

Kasumi lifted her chin to the warm tropical sunlight. "How's my nose?"

"Well, it's a little red," Helena said. "Does it hurt?"

Kasumi shook her head. "I'm all right. It just caught me off guard."

Helena cast her icy blue gaze at Ayane, who was laughing and
high-fiving Christie. "That was totally uncalled for. This was
supposed to be a friendly game."

"Ayane doesn't like me very much," Kasumi said.

"If you haven't heard, Christie and I aren't on good terms, either.
But while she might not like me, she hasn't resorted to headhunting or
cheap shots like Ayane."

"But that's how much Ayane dislikes me. She doesn't care what other
people think about her as long as she can get back at me anyway she
can."

Kasumi seemed almost embarrassed by her admission as if she feared
Helena might think less of her because someone hated her so much.
Surely such animosity had a valid reason to exist.

"Perhaps you should partner with someone else next time," she said,
looking away. "You would have a better chance of winning without me by
your side."

Helena smiled and brushed the sweaty bangs off the other girl's
forehead.

"I only partner with people I like," the French woman said. "Now, are
we going to stand around feeling sorry for ourselves or are we going
to stage the comeback of the century?"

Kasumi's smile was slow to bloom, but dazzling in full flower. She
nodded. "Okay. Let's make Ayane eat her words."

Helena grasped her sweaty shoulder. "That's what I like to hear in a
partner."

She walked away and took position. The noonday sun was blistering hot.
She wiped away the sweat on her cheeks and nose and, without realizing
she was even doing it, sniffed her fingers as she waited for the serve
from Christie.

They smelled sweet.

***

Paradise, thy name is beach.

A ways down from the volleyball court, Tina and Lisa lay sunbathing in
the pristine sand, their bikini-clad bodies glistening with oil. The
gentle lull of the ocean was so soothing it made the acrimony of the
previous day seem remote.

"I take it back," Tina murmurred.

Lisa shaded her eyes with an arm. "Hmm?"

Tina's enormous breasts, barely covered by a green bikini top, rose
and fell with a sigh of contentment. "Staying on the island was a good
idea."

Lisa smiled. She was wearing a white strapless number that made her
mocha-colored skin appear darker than it was. "I knew you'd come
around," she said. "Make the best of a bad situation, that's my motto.
Still, I can't believe this Zack guy lied about the tournament."

Tina snorted. "Did you miss the giant golden statue of him outside the
hotel? If you knew him the way I do, you wouldn't be so surprised.
Zack has been trying to get into my pants since the moment we met."

Lisa sat up with a shocked look on her face. "Are you suggesting that
Zack lied about the tournament so that he could get in your pants?"

"Oh, not just mine. Kasumi's pants, Leifang's pants, Hitomi's, yours."

"But I'd never even met him before."

Tina shrugged. "Any woman over the age of consent is fair game to
Zack."

"It looks like he's getting some, though," Lisa said. "I mean that
Nikki woman was on his arm the whole time you were threatening to
break his neck."

Tina made a face. "It doesn't matter if he's getting pussy from some
gold-digging skanky ho. That only wets his appetite. I bet while he
was cowering, a part of him was wondering how to get me, Nikki and
himself into bed."

"Wow. That's pretty...um...focused."

"I think the word you wanted was 'sick'."

"Well, yeah. That, too." Lisa grinned then. "Hey, you think we should
tell him about that time in college when we...you know."

Tina was aghast. "Are you crazy? That would be like throwing gas on a
fire. Besides, we were both so drunk we didn't know what the hell we
were doing."

Despite some awkward laughs the morning after, she and Lisa had never
talked about that night. What was there to say about two drunk college
kids stumbling into their room from a dorm party anyway? They giggled
and fucked around for an hour and passed out.

When Tina woke up the next morning, wincing from an awful hangover,
she could hardly recall what had happened. She and Lisa had agreed it
was not something worth damaging their friendship, and they simply
acted like it had never happened.

"Why are you bringing that up now?" Tina asked.

Lisa's brow furrowed. "I don't...sorry," she said with a shake of her
head. "Bad joke."

"You got that right, a really bad joke," Tina agreed. "Lisa, trust me.
Don't give Zack any ammunition. He's incorrigible."

"Well, you know him better than I do, but your confrontation seems to
have had a positive side," Lisa said. "Last night, room service dropped
off a gift. When I asked who sent it, the guy said it was from Zack. He
must have realized what he had done was wrong."

Tina sat up. "Oh, no. You got one, too?"

"Yeah," Lisa said. "A bottle of perfume. It had a strange name. Godhand.
I never heard of it before, but it looks very expensive."

Tina groaned. "I got perfume, too. That is so lame. He can't even get
us different presents. What a loser."

"Did you try it?"

Tina made a dismissive sound. "Please. I threw it away."

"It's a really lovely scent. I think the same fragrance is used in the
shampoo, too..."

"Oh my," Tina said suddenly interrupting her. She propped herself on
her elbows. "Take a look at what washed up on our shore."

Two muscular men with sun-browned skin strode from the frothy surf.
Carrying snorkels and metal fishing spears, they stopped at the
waterline to examine the morning's catch in their nylon nets. One of
the men shook water from a dark mane of tightly curled hair; the other
was as smooth as a statue carved by Michelangelo.

Tina reached over and touched Lisa's arm. "I definitely take it back.
Staying on the island was a stroke of genius."

She got up and started away.

"Where are you going?" Lisa asked.

"Girl, we are going to party tonight," Tina said with a grin, and she
walked off down the beach to the two Gods of the sea.

Lisa watched her go, barely noticing a strange tingling sensation
where Tina had touched her arm.

***

Hitomi hurried through the hallway, late for a rollerblading date with
Leifang. They had agreed on a ten o'clock start, but Hitomi had slept
right through the alarm until noon. She got up with a start, had a
quick shower, threw on a pair of shorts and a red top and headed out.

Hitomi hoped her lateness hadn't put her Chinese friend in too foul a
mood. Leifang was a nice enough girl once you got to know her, but she
could be quite childish when she did not get her way.

She needn't have worried. A note was taped on Leifang's door when she
arrived. It read, "Come in," with a tiny cartoon rabbit at the end.
She stuck her head inside.

"Leifang?" she called.

There was no answer.

Hitomi entered and closed the door. She didn't see Leifang and was
about to call out one more time when she heard the sound of the shower
running. She smiled, realizing that she wasn't the only one a little
slow getting going this morning.

She walked over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Leifang?"

"Hitomi?" came Leifang's muffled voice. "Sorry, I got up a little bit
late. I'll be out in a couple minutes."

"Take your time," Hitomi said, glancing around the room.

The sumptuously appointed suite looked nearly identical to her own.
Besides a king-sized bed, there was a seating area with sofa, chairs,
and a flat-screen plasma TV recessed in an ornate carved hutch. There
was a circular table for breakfast with a solid silver tea service for
a centerpiece or, if preferred, one could eat on the balcony
overlooking the crescent of white beach and the turquoise ocean
beyond.

In fact, it was more identical than she would have ever guessed. On
the dining table stood the remains of a present, its cheerful green
wrapping shredded and the gold ribbon pooled forgetfully on the floor.
Next to it was the same perfume bottle she had received the night
before. Godhand, the label read.

She picked up the bottle and held it in the light. It was made of some
impossibly beautiful blue crystal she'd never seen before, and as the
perfumed depths slowly warmed, it began to glow with a gentle rhythm,
as if it had been cast to contain the sunlight itself.

And as beautiful as the bottle was the perfume it contained.

Hitomi had always been something of a tomboy. Except for special
occassions, she didn't wear dresses or use perfume. Hitomi felt more
comfortable in a pair of blue jeans and old sneakers, and the only
makeup she habitually wore was Chapstick. Shadow? Blush? Well, Leifang
or Helena might know how to put that stuff on, but she didn't.

But she liked this perfume. The night before when she'd received her
own bottle, she had taken a curious sniff, not expecting much. Instead
she felt complete shock at the exquisite scent that had wafted out. It
felt like her entire mind was suffused by it.

Hitomi had liked it so much she dabbed a little behind each ear before
bed and then again this morning before she left her room. Holding the
perfume bottle now, she felt an urge to apply some more. But it wasn't
hers and, reluctantly, she put down the bottle. She moved
over to the bed and sat to wait for Leifang.

Hitomi was unused to sleeping in such a big bed, and the night before
it had taken a while to get comfortable. But Leifang it seemed hadn't
had such a problem. In fact, judging by state of the blankets and
sheets, it appeared as if she had slept on every square inch.

Hitomi smoothed out an area and lay back down, staring up at the
slowly spinning ceiling fan. She put an arm out to the side, idly
imagining where it would rest if Leifang was still sleeping. Across
her flat belly, she guessed, the empty valley below the rise of her
breasts and above the point where the curving muscles rose only to
slope down again to her groin.

She imagined Leifang wore something sheer to bed. Maybe a yellow
nightie and panties. Lying on her back, a round hint of pink rising
and falling on the flattened swell of breasts. Lips wet and parted,
inviting taste, a strand of black hair from her curled braids across
her cheek. All Hitomi had to do was reach over...

The bathroom door opened, and Hitomi shot up with a start. Leifang
came out wearing a towel. Her dark hair was loose and damp, dangling
halfway down her back.

"Sorry," the Chinese girl said. "Guess I was more tired than I
thought. I'll throw on some clothes and we'll get going." She paused.
"Are you okay? You're all sweaty."

Hitomi nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Can I use your bathroom?"

Leifang smiled. "It's a little messy."

"I don't mind." Hitomi went in and closed the door.

She didn't actually sit down on the toilet; her knees were trembling
so bad, they buckled. She took a deep breath to steady herself,
wondering what had just happened out there on the bed. The images had
been so clear and her reaction so intense, it was almost as if had
Leifang really been there at that moment, she might have reached
over...

But, no, that was just wrong. The jetlag must have hit her harder than
she'd thought if she would even consider...

Ridiculous.

She ran the tap and splashed some cold water on her face. Jetlag,
that's all it was. She just needed to get outside, go rollerblading.
The sun and fresh air would clear her head. She'd be laughing about
this tonight in bed.

Ridiculous.

***

After the volleyball match - or perhaps "rout" was more accurate -
Kasumi wandered the beach alone. Helena had gone back to the hotel to
make some business calls and to have a rest before dinner.

Helena had been very gracious about losing, especially in regards to
Kasumi who blamed herself. Although Helena reassured her that it was
not a big deal, she still felt bad about it.
She had let herself down as well. After the kindness Helena had shown
her the day before, she had wanted to return the favor in some small
way.

After the confrontation with Zack, the eight angry fighters had left
his office and stood in the hotel lobby, talking amongst themselves
about what they should do. They had come a long way for nothing.

It was Lisa, Tina's friend, who floated the idea that as long as they
were there they should make the most of it. It was, after all, a
four-star tropical resort.

Kasumi quietly drifted away while they were talking.

She walked over to the carts where their luggage waited to be taken to
their rooms, if they decided to stay. All of them were packed; two
carts were required to carry all of Helena's luggage, an expensive
looking brown leather set with dolphin insignias.

Kasumi's battered suitcase and backpack was on the last one. She
picked them up, careful of the suitcase's broken handle, which she'd
fixed with masking tape, and turned to leave.

While the others were still deciding what to do, Kasumi walked out
into the afternoon sun and retraced the path back to the pier where
the seaplane had let them off.

An ocean breeze blew back her long orange hair as she walked in the
swaying shadows of the palm trees. The cool wind on her face felt very
soothing but not even that could dispel the worried thoughts crowding
her young mind.

Back at the pier, her heart sank even further. The plane had already
left. A passing cabana boy said it wouldn't be back until the next
morning.

Not knowing what else to do, Kasumi walked a little way down the beach
and sat beneath a palm tree. She willed herself not to cry, and that
seemed to work.

As the afternoon turned to early evening, lights came on all over the
resort. The pathways and foliage were washed in gentle red and greens,
while spotlights illuminated the golden statue of Zack. The ferris
wheel next to the hotel blazed to life and began to turn.

It was a very beautiful light show, but eventually Kasumi turned away.
Dwelling on what she couldn't have would only make the wait for
morning that much more miserable.

She closed her eyes and wished for sleep, when she was alerted to the
soft crunch of sand. Someone was approaching her. She looked up just
as Helena appeared from behind a tree.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Helena said, surprised. "I didn't see you there."

She was wearing a pastel bikini with a sheer wrap, and her long blonde
hair was tied back with a fancy ribbon.

"You picked a good spot to admire the sunset," Helena said.

Kasumi hadn't noticed, but now when she looked up it took her breath
away. The horizon looked like a watercolor painting, gentle strokes of
pink sky and lilac clouds.

"I wasn't," Kasumi said.

"Oh." She paused, as if choosing her next words carefully. "The
others...all of us...we've decided to stay on the island. At least for
a few days."

Kasumi dropped her head to her knees. "Ah, so. I hope you have a good
time here."

"Then you won't be staying?"

Kasumi shook her head.

Helena walked over and kneeled down. Her finger traced a figure eight
through the sand, and in a wistful voice she said, "Despite the
unfortunate circumstances, I think I like this place. It reminds me of
where I summered as a child."

"I have no money."

Helena said nothing. The surf rolled in and receded.

"You know what happened to me, right?" Kasumi asked.

Helena nodded. "You left your clan to avenge your brother."

"Hayate." Just saying the name brought back painful memories and a
longing that never seemed to fade.

"You were thought a traitor."

"I am one."

"But when Hayate was reinstated as the head of the clan, he called off
the ninja who were hunting you, correct?"

Kasumi nodded. "I don't have to look over my shoulder anymore. I owe
him that much at least. But in the eyes of my clan, I'm still a
traitor; that he couldn't change. I can never go back to them. I've
been cut off from everything, cut off from their...financial support."

Tears ran from her dark eyes, shameful tears, and she wiped them away.
She had no right to cry; she knew the consequences of her actions and
she ignored them. If she had to do it all over again, she would follow
the same path and suffer the same fate.

"I pooled all my money just to get here," Kasumi said.

Helena understood. "You were counting on the tournament purse."

Kasumi nodded again. "And now that there isn't going to be one, I
don't know what to do. But I can't stay. I could justify the expense
if there was even the possibility I might..."

She lowered her head, her long hair hiding her face in shadow.

"I can't stay."

They were quiet for a time; and then seemingly appropos of nothing,
Helena said, "When I saw my hotel room, I complained to management. It
was much too small for me. I guess Zack's ears were still ringing from
earlier. He ordered an upgrade to the Presidential suite on the top
floor without charge. There are two bedrooms, Kasumi. I only need
one."

Kasumi looked up, startled. "What? But...I don't..." She regained
composure. "Thank you for the offer. It's very kind. But I can't
accept."

"Kasumi, a vacation can help people get a perspective on their
troubles, and you look like someone desperately in need of a vacation.
If it's money you're worried about, then don't. I'll pay your
expenses."

Kasumi's eyes went wide. "I could never do that."

Helena smiled warmly. "We'll call it a loan. You can pay me back
whenever you can."

Kasumi didn't know what to say. "I...but...I don't..."

"I will not accept no for an answer. If you're going to spend the
night out here, then move over, because I'll be sleeping next to you."

Kasumi's mind swirled with objections, but the look in Helena's eyes
said that she wasn't fooling around - she would spend the night
outside if Kasumi didn't accept her offer. She sighed, giving in to
the inevitable.

"I can pay you back?" she said.

Helena smiled, knowing she had won.

"There's one problem." Kasumi blushed. "I don't have a swimsuit."

Helena stood and held out a hand.

"Come," she said. "There's a shop on the other side of the island that
sells swimsuits. We can go over there now." They started away, but
then she paused. "On two conditions?"

Kasumi looked at her.

"The first is that I get to pick out a few."

"All right. What's the second?"

"You have to smile," said Helena.

And Kasumi had, and now she felt terrible. She had so wanted to win
the volleyball game for Helena's sake. Now she'd have to find some
other way to express her appreciation for the kindess Helena had shown
her.

Mulling over in her mind how she might do that, her wandering
eventually led to a part of the island she hadn't explored yet. Far
from the bustle and noise of the resort, it was quiet here with a
long stretch of white sand running empty and unblemished by human
tracks. It was a good place for thinking.

Eventually she came upon a lone pier stretching out over the turquoise
shallows. At first glance, it looked a bit rickety to her. The planks
were weathered a steel grey color and the posts were covered with
barnacles down by the waterline. At the end stood a hut-like structure.
Thinking it was a bait shop or some such thing, she almost walked right
past. Then she spotted a large sign on the roof that read: ZACK OF ALL
TRADES.

That's it, Kasumi thought, her heart lifting. She would buy Helena a
gift, a small token of her appreciation.

But as she walked out onto the pier, she saw that the wooden shutters
were down and secured with big padlocks. Through the cracks, she could
see a light inside, but it was quiet, as if no one was there. It didn't
appear to be open for business and there was no sign on the outside to
indicate when it might be or what the store hours were.

Dejected once again, she turned back to the beach. But she only walked
a few steps when the door suddenly opened behind her.

An older man with white hair poked his head out. "Hello? May I help
you?"

"Oh," said Kasumi, embarrassed. "I didn't know you were in there. I
was checking to see if you were open."

"Oh, terrible sorry, miss," he said, speaking with a pleasant accent.
"It will be at least two days before I can open. I am still stocking
my shelves."

"Ah, I see. Well, I'll come back then."

Pondering a moment, the man said, "You know, I feel I could use a
break. You can come in now if you don't mind a bit of a mess."

Kasumi demurred. "I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"A beautiful young woman is never a bother, but a pleasant diversion."
The man held the door open for her. "Please to come inside, miss."

"Well," said Kasumi hesitantly, "all right, I guess."

Inside, unopened cardboard boxes were stacked on the floor in front of
the shelves where they would eventually go. In the center where the
cash register was, stood a semi-circular glass display case with more
boxes on top, some of them open.

The shopkeeper went to the register, hit an unseen switch, and the
display lights flickered on.

"There will be much more when I open, miss," said the man, "but please
to take a look."

"Thank you," Kasumi said, kneeling down, "you're very kind to do
this."

Actually, quite a few things had been unboxed. The front part of the
case was stocked and ready for customers, though the selection seemed
a bit odd. There were makeup compacts, a fountain pen, a music box,
various laquered folding fans, several types of knives, a deck of
tarot cards, and a ukuele, among other things.

The assortment of goods was impressively eclectic for such a small
shop. But as she perused the shelves her hopes began to dim. There
looked to be nothing she thought Helena might like.

But when she looked over at the next case her eyes went wide in
surprise. There was only one there, a metal dolphin figurine.

"May I see that, please?" she said, pointing.

"Ah, that," said the shopkeeper, opening the case. "The young miss has
excellent taste, if I may say so myself. Very beautiful, is it not?
Hand-crafted from solid silver and one of a kind. It would make a very
unique gift."

There was no price tag Kasumi could see, but she guessed it was quite
expensive, and she handed it back reluctantly.

"Thank you for bringing it out," she said, "but I doubt I could afford
it."

The shopkeeper smiled. "Oh no, I am afraid you are mistaken there,
miss. Today you can very much afford it, yes you can."

He set the dolphin down on the glass, dropped behind the counter, and
popped up with a gift box.

"There is an old tradition in my country," he explained, packing the
box with tissue paper and placing the dolphin inside. "A shopkeeper
must give away something on the first day for good luck. True, I am
not officially open for business, but I will count this as my first
day just for you."

Before Kasumi realized what was happening, he had wrapped the box and
tied it up with a ribbon. Then he found a handled shopping bag, put
the gift inside, and pushed it across the counter.

Kasumi was so shocked, she backed away. "I can't take that."

"No, no, no," he said, waggling his finger. "You must accept.
Otherwise, I will have bad luck. You don't want me to have bad luck,
do you?"

"N-no," Kasumi said. "I guess I don't want that." She took the bag.
"I'm at a loss. I don't know what to say. Thank you."

She turned to go, but the shopkeeper stopped her.

"Oh, there is one last thing, miss." He stooped out of sight again,
and when he stood back up he had another box already giftwrapped and
tied with a ribbon. "A small complimentary gift for your...um...well,
your complimentary gift."

The man put it in another bag and handed it over to her. Kasumi
stared, stunned and little confused, but she quickly remembered her
manners. She bowed deeply.

"Thank you very, very much," she said.

"No, thank you," he said with a smile. "Come again."

Kasumi opened the door with a tinkling of bells.

After she'd left, the shopkeeper's jovial smile faded from his lips.
Then he picked up the phone and pressed the speed-dial button labeled
"Z."

It was picked up on the second ring.

"Sir," the man said, dropping his accent, "the final package has been
delivered."

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and then:

"WOOOHOOO!!"

"I knew you would be happy to hear, sir," said the man. "Uh, but, well,
there is a small matter of reimbursement for a dolphin statue, sir, if
you could..."

Click. The line went dead.

***

Leifang stared down at Hitomi. "Are you all right?" she asked.

Hitomi nodded, uncomfortably aware of the weight of the Chinese girl's
body on her own. Their breasts were touching, their groins, and her
wet lips were just there, inches from her own.

They had been laughing, racing down the asphalt path, rejoicing in the
bright sunlight and the feelings of companionship. Then one of
Leifang's skates had struck something, a rock, or a crack. She
stumbled, lost both her grin and balance, and started to go down.

Hitomi grabbed Leifang's hand to steady her, but their skates got
tangled. A moment later, they had tumbled into a flowery thicket and
Hitomi was looking up into Leifang's startled face.

Hitomi lay in a soft bed of huge tropical leaves. Orange plumeria
surrounded her face and nestled in her hair. The aroma was rich and
sweet, but these she could barely register. Her sense of smell was
overridden by the sweaty musk of the Chinese girl lying on top of her.

A wave of lightheadedness passed over Hitomi. Behind Leifang rose the
island's dormant volcano, framing her concerned face. Suddenly there
came a terrible rumbling sound. The ground began to convulse.

Hitomi reached up for Leifang's surprised face. Her fingers slid
through the braided loops of the Chinese girl's black hair, until her
wrists were encircled like handcuffs. And before Leifang could react,
Hitomi locked her ankles around her waist, leaned up, and kissed her
wet on the mouth.

The volcano erupted in a deafening blast.

Surprise quickly gave way to passion. Leifang groaned against her lips
and gladly gave in to the embrace, sucking on Hitomi's twisting
tongue. They danced in each other's mouths, tasting one another for
the first time, drunk on lust.

A column of grey ash exploded into the blue sky.

Hitomi moved a hand from Leifang's hair and slid it inside her orange
bikini top, stroking the nipple to diamond hardness. She moaned
against Hitomi's mouth, her kissing frenzied, while Hitomi's other
hand pulled loose the knot at the base of her neck.

Vents of white steam erupted at the base of the volcano.

There was an electrified whisper of fabric against Leifang's dimpled
skin as the bikini top slid down to her waist, revealing the luscious
full breasts. They had not been on the island long; the tan lines
weren't as yet so pronounced. But to Hitomi they were just perfect.

Flaming magma sloshed within the caldera.

"Winter melons," she groaned, reminded of her favorite January
delicacy, and took a pink nipple into her mouth, sucking sloppily with
lips and tongue.

Glowing rivers of lava flowed to the sea.

With a gasping exhalation of pleasure Leifang tossed her head back,
eyes squinched tight against something that felt so good it was almost
painful...and greedy for more.

Palm trees exploded like fireworks.

Hitomi's hand slid further down to the waistband of Leifang's yellow
shorts and pulled at the drawstring. When it was loose, her hand
disappeared inside, over the smoothly shaved mound until her
fingertips tasted the sweet honey between the Leifang's legs; and she
slid them inside, finger fucking the Chinese girl to greater heights.

Burning cinders rained from a blackened sky.

Leifang moaned, grinding her hips in time with the motion of Hitomi's
fingers, gasping at the rough pull of teeth on her nipple, the sound
of her pleasure growing louder and louder, until she came with a great
cry, making the volcano behind her seem like a geyser.

"Thanks, Hitomi," Leifang said, interrupting the vision. "You really
saved me from a bad fall." She paused, a concerned look in her eye.
"Are you sure you're okay?"

Hitomi shook the thoughts from her mind. "I just...had the wind
knocked out of me. What about you?"

"Same here."

Leifang pushed herself up on her hands, her fingers brushing Hitomi's
arms, leaving a hot trail of tingling flesh. She straddled Hitomi's
waist for a moment, then rolled over and lay in the flowers on her
back.

This was good, because Hitomi wasn't sure if she could get up just
yet. She was dazed by her desire. She could still feel where they had
touched, like a ghostly afterimage. Nor was she too surprised to find
her nipples were painfully erect.

She wished...no, that wasn't a strong enough word...she *yearned* for
Leifang to straddle her again. Yearned to see the yellow bikini top
rising above her, the breasts firm and high. She yearned to reach up,
to take them in her hands, to stroke the half stiff nipples with her
thumbs until they stood out as hard as little rocks.

Hitomi yearned to hear Leifang's gasp of surprise, she yearned to peel
back the bikini and to lift herself up to the pink areolae and to
trace a map of pleasure with the wet, glistening tip of her tongue.

Leifang started giggling.

"What's the matter?" Hitomi asked.

"Nothing," said Leifang, though clearly it was something. She couldn't
stop giggling.

"What is it?"

"It's silly."

"So tell."

Leifang grinned. "Well, just for a second there, the way you were
looking at me I thought you were going to kiss me or something."

"W-what?" Hitomi sputtered in shock. She sat up, desperately willing
herself not to blush. "Leifang, that's...yeah, right...that's..."

Ridiculous.

***

"All I'm saying," Tina said, loud enough for Lisa to hear behind the
bathroom door, "is that you could have been a little nicer to those
guys."

Tina was looking out the balcony, scanning the poolside directly below
for the two young men she had tried chatting up earlier on the beach.
They had said the pool was where they usually hung out in the
afternoons, but she couldn't see them anywhere.

Tina doubted she would, too. Lisa had pretty much scared them off. She
had no idea what had gotten into her friend all of a sudden, but when
Tina had introduced her to them, Lisa copped a 'tude that was a pretty
good impersonation of arctic tundra.

Actually, no, now that she thought about it, arctic tundra was balmy
by comparison. Tina suspected that was one hook-up that wasn't going
to be hooking up anytime soon.

"And all I'm saying," Lisa replied, her voice muffled, "is that I
haven't seen you in a long time. I don't want to share you with anyone
else just yet."

"Lisa, did you even look at those guys? They were so friggin' hot,
they practically melted in your mouth like butter!"

"They'll still be hot when we're done catching up."

Tina shook her head. "I wouldn't count on that. I think their penises
shriveled off beneath your frigid ice-queen gaze."

Lisa opened the bathroom door, dressed for a girl's night out in jeans
and midriff-bearing top. A wry grin played on her lips as she posed.

"We don't need guys to have a good time," she said.

"Doesn't hurt," Tina replied, petulantly . "Say, in all our catching
up on old times is there going to be any mention of you gaying up?"

Lisa laughed as she walked over to the dresser. She started putting on
some earrings. The aroma of perfume surrounded her like a gentle cloud.

Maybe Lisa could treat it lightly, but Tina was actually miffed about
the whole thing. She resumed her search of the poolside for the two
scrumptuous beefcakes. As she stood there, the scent of the perfume
wafted over and she got a good whiff.

"Whoa," she said, taken aback, "is that the perfume Zack sent?"

Lisa smiled. "Nice, huh?"

As much as it pained her to admit it, Tina had to agree it was. She
tried to place the scent, but the words that sprang to mind seemed to
her too weighty and cumbersome for a thing so enchanting and elusive.
It smelled earthy like a bouquet of fresh flowers and it smelled light
like a zephyr on the open ocean and it smelled nothing like that at
all.

Whatever it was, though, it yanked Tina straight out of her bad mood.
She walked over to her old friend...her *good* old friend; really,
wasn't it silly to stay mad at her over such a trifle?

Lisa held up the perfume bottle. Light coursed through it deep blue
depths, bending to the the mystery substance within, coalescing in the
center until it looked like a heartbeat.

"You want a spritz?" Lisa asked.

Tina hesitated.

"Well...maybe just a little one..."

***

When Helena was a child, she found a blue flower growing in the narrow
space between a hedge and the Douglas Estate. Save for a few minutes
a day when the sun was directly overhead, it was trapped in the cold
and cheerless shadows. As a result, it was a sad little thing with
pale leaves and a tiny bulb that never opened but was held tight, like
someone buttoning up a lightweight coat against a frigid wind.

In truth, it was probably a weed that the groundskeeper had missed,
but to young Helena it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
And she vowed to save it.

With a child's single-minded determination, Helena obtained a trowel
and an empty clay pot from the groundskeeper's shed, and carefully
transplanted the ailing flower to it. She took the pot to her room and
placed it on the balcony where sunlight was most abundant.

For a month, she diligently nursed the flower, until finally it stood
tall and proud; and one morning it thanked her for her care and
kindness with a gorgeous blue bloom that brought tears to her small
eyes.

Helena was not a particularly sentimental person, and she hadn't
thought of that flower in years. But now, leaning on the balcony
railing of her hotel room, a breeze ruffling the red ribbon binding
her long hair, she realized that something about Zack's island had
touched a deep vein of nostalgia.

The memories of other times, places and people had struck her unaware.

Some were good memories and some not so much, but on the whole it
wasn't unpleasant to give in to them. Clearly, she felt, there was
some need deep inside herself to remember them now, here, in this
place. Why, she did not know.

There came a quiet clicking sound from behind her. The door opened and
Kasumi entered the room, a shopping bag in one hand. She saw Helena on
the balcony and waved.

"Did you enjoy your stroll?" Helena asked, walking inside.

Kasumi nodded. "I've never been any place so beautiful before. The
village where I come from, the mountains are very pretty in the
spring. But not like this."

Helena imagined Kasumi hadn't traveled much outside Japan. There was a
sort of thrilled awe to her expression. Helena remembered that
delirious feeling of discovery, so much to see, so much to experience,
it almost felt like drowning. She hadn't felt that way in a long time.

"What do you have there?" Helena said, indicating the bag.

"Oh, this," Kasumi replied, blushing, suddenly embarrassed. She walked
over to the table, put the bag down, and then pulled out a
gift-wrapped box with a ribbon. "I bought this for you, if it's okay."

Helena was deeply touched. "For me? Kasumi, you didn't have to."

Kasumi bowed her head as she held out the present. "I just...I wanted
to say thank you for all that you've done for me."

Helena solemnly took the gift and sat down to open it. She couldn't
imagine what it could be, and when she saw the silver dolphin statue
she was almost speechlessly surprised. She held it in her hands.

"Kasumi," she said. "This is..."

The Japanese girl had looked away. "I know it's not much, but..."

"It's beautiful, Kasumi," Helena said. "But how did you know I like
dolphins?"

"The insignia on your luggage." Kasumi smiled hopefully. "You really
like it?"

Helena nodded. "I like it very much. Thank you." She hugged Kasumi
with her free arm, then happened to glance down and spotted another
box in the bag. "Did you get something for yourself, too?"

Kasumi saw what she meant. "Oh, that. Well, I guess I sort of did."

She reached down for the other box and her long orange hair brushed
feather light against the side of Helena's face. She breathed through
her nose, the clean scent filling her senses, and suddenly she was
acutely aware of the warm touch of Kasumi's thigh on her own, the rub
of arm and shoulder. Helena's flesh seemed to tingle where they met.

A stray thought sprung to her mind to take Kasumi's soft face in her
hands and give her a deep, bracing kiss, to thank her properly for the
gift. When she reflected on it later, it was not the thought itself
that most disturbed her, but how *reasonable* it seemed, as if a part
of her mind were trying to convince the rest that it made perfect
sense. To not give in and kiss Kasumi, that rogue portion of her was
saying, was almost too stupid to explain why.

"The shopkeeper insisted I take this," Kasumi said, totally unaware of
the mental struggle by her side, how close she had come to having
Helena's tongue in her mouth. She put the blue bottle of perfume on
the table, its center pulsing with refracted light.

"I have one just like that," Helena said, distantly. The sight of the
bottle broke the spell of her thoughts and the inexplicable desire for
Kasumi receded. But it did not disappear; like a petulant child who
can't get her way, it sulked in a corner of Helena's mind, and waited.

Helena read the label aloud. "Godhand. It's the same perfume."

"It is?" Kasumi clapped her hands in delight. "How wonderful! I meant
to ask what brand you wore. It smelled so lovely. I can hardly wait to
put some on."

***

Christie would not go so far as to say she liked Ayane. Because she
didn't. It was nothing personal. Christie counted the number of people
she liked and trusted on one hand. It was an unavoidable truth of an
assassin's life that friendships were rare, especially since some of
those 'friends' might later have to killed.

Christie had learned early on to jealously guard her affections like
precious jewels. Those rare few who had earned her trust and
friendship had earned it for life. Ayane was not one of them and in
all likelihood never would be. Out of curiousity, she had accepted
Ayane's invitation to partner in that morning's volleball match; and
after, with nothing better to do, they'd spent almost the entire day
together. Nothing she had learned suggested they could ever be
friends.

But Christie did find the purple-haired ninja interesting. Unlike most
Japanese people she had known, Ayane didn't avoid conflict with
apologies and bows, but met it head on. She refused to mince words
when something was on her mind and didn't seem to give a damn who got
hurt by them. Christie found that candor somewhat refreshing.

At least at first.

It was only over dinner after the volleyball game against Helena and
Kasumi that Christie realized Ayane's rudeness was probably a mask for
a childhood scab she was still picking. While to Ayane it was no doubt
very emotional and important, to Christie the presence of personal
grievances made her far less interesting than if she was just born a
bitch.

Alas she wasn't. Dinner quickly became a nigh intolerable experience.
Ayane's petulance and insults began to sound more and more like whiny
tantrums instead of well considered, albeit negative, points of view.

"Hey, I was thinking," Ayane said, pointing a forkful of food across
the table, "you know who we should challenge next in volleyball? Tina
and that..." she used a racially insulting Japanese epithet for a
black person, "friend of hers, Lisa. We'd beat them easy. Just spike
the ball at Tina's chest every time. She wouldn't be able to tell the
difference between the ball or her boobs."

She giggled.

Christie thought of garroting. Something hard bumped her foot under
the table.

"Did you see that look on Kasumi's face when I sent her flying?" Ayane
asked, glancing around the crowded restaurant. "That is something I
will remember forever."

Christie smiled politely and wondered how long she had to keep up the
charade of giving a shit what Ayane thought. At least the food was
good, she thought with a sigh, speared a piece of grilled fish and
continued eating.

Something bumped her foot again. It was Ayane's boot. She'd worn a
purple blouse with fringe, a dark skirt, and calf-length boots,
Christie a tailored black tuxedo with open-toed black high heels.

Well, this just got better and better, she thought. Not only did she
have to suffer through a case of terminal boredom, but a beating from
Ayane's apparent palsy. She moved the foot off to the side as Ayane
prattled on about something else Christie did not particularly care
what.

Ayane shifted her weight, taking a sip of wine, still looking anywhere
but across the table. Christie was getting annoyed. If Ayane hit her
again, she was going to find out she wasn't the only one capable of
being rude.

Sure enough, a moment later Christie felt the touch of the young
girl's boot again. Before she could say anything, however, the boot
stroked her toes with deliberate gentleness.

Christie almost laughed out loud as she realized the bumps had not
been accidents but the inexperienced fumblings of a young girl who had
never before played footsie. She was so naive she didn't even realize
she had to take off her shoes.

Suddenly Christie's interest was rekindled. What kind of game was this
girl playing? Did she even know? Christie doubted very much Ayane did;
but if she kept that in mind there seemed little harm in going along
with it.

Nonchalantly, she picked up her glass of wine. Then Christie slid her
foot out of her shoe and moved it across to Ayane's other boot. She
touched toes and then slid her foot up the zipper, watching out the
corner of an eye for a reaction. At the top of the boot she paused, a
tantilizing moment, then pushed beneath the skirt and stroked the
inside of her thigh.

Raising a napkin to her mouth, Ayane muffled a gasp. When she regained
her composure, she looked heatedly across the table.

As their eyes met, Christie was wondering how long this game would go
on. But she was genuinely caught off guard by what she saw in Ayane's
lilac gaze. A smoldering, not just of willingness, but eagerness.
Christie knew that look; if she was playing a game she was playing for
keeps.

How interesting, Christie thought, as Ayane reached under the table,
followed by the soft sound of a zipper.

A moment later it was the assassin's turn to gasp.

***

Helena rode the elevator back to her room, deep in thought. Something
very strange was going on. She didn't know what, but something just
was not right. Setting aside her own sudden, inexplicable attraction
to Kasumi, it seemed the others had been effected as well.

After dinner, she and Kasumi had stepped into the casino. Kasumi had
never been inside one before and she looked around like a child in a
carnival. The hotel casino was modest compared to Monaco, where Helena
usually vacationed; but she let herself see it through the Japanese
girl's youthful eyes. She had to admit with its guilded arches, marble
pillars and coffered ceiling, it was quite impressive for such a small
island.

Helena bought some chips and handed Kasumi a small plastic bucket of
coins. Then they walked unhurried through the light crowd of hotel
guests, glancing at the gaudy glitter of of the slot machines and
other games of chance.

Helena prefered roulette, and when she saw the tables with the reader
boards above them, she directed Kasumi in that direction. They had
only taken a few steps when she realized that Kasumi had paused in
front of some slot machines. Eight of them stood in a row and each had
its own theme. Fruits, animals, fish, Chinese symbols, guns, flowers,
butterflies, and the last, oddly enough, was Prairie Dogs.

"Would you like to play?" Helena asked.

Kasumi seemed unsure. "I...I don't know how."

Helena smiled and took a coin from the bucket Kasumi carried. "Which
one?"

Kasumi bit her lip. "The fruits one."

"You put the coin in the slot and pull the lever on the side," Helena
explained. "You win if the pictures line up in any of these
combinations. Here, you do it."

Kasumi put the coin in and a red digital readout registered the
amount. Then she took the lever in her hand, pausing to look back.

"Give it a good tug," Helena said.

Kasumi pulled and stepped back as the wheels began to turn, the images
a blur. The left-most wheel stopped on a lime, then the center one
stopped on another. The third kept on spinning before finally stopping
on...an orange.

"One more lime and you would have won," Helena said. "Would you like
to play again?"

"Maybe later on," Kasumi replied. "I want to see roulette. You made it
sound like a lot of fun."

They walked over to the roulette table and sat down. At first they
just watched, as Helena explained the rules and how to read the board.
Then after giving Kasumi some chips, they began to play.

The first few times, Kasumi took too long to place a wager, and the
croupier rang the bell calling a close to betting just prior to
spinning the wheel. She chose her bets with extreme caution as though
they were the most important decisions she would ever make in her
life.

Eventually she got the hang of it, but she remained the slowest at the
table. Sometimes, as she held her chip, her hand wavered over two
numbers before settling on the line between. When she couldn't even
decide that, she mumbled something, and played the red/black or
odd/even bets.

Despite her somewhat unorthodox approach, though, Kasumi won. A lot.

After an eyebrow-raising string of wins, Helena leaned in while Kasumi
talked to herself, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Kasumi whispered back, "I'm asking the board where the marble will
land."

The night before when Helena had checked in on Kasumi, she found a
deck of tarot cards on the bed, the orange-haired young girl glancing
over them intently. She'd explained she was trying to divine if her
money problems would be eased in the future, and then spent a half
hour talking about fortune-telling and how sometimes she had a feel
for things before they happened.

"Is the board telling you?" Helena asked.

Kasumi nodded solemnly. "The spirit isn't always clear, though. I
think it knows that it's not supposed to."

Helena laughed slightly. "I suspect it does."

Their chips doubled in an hour, mostly due to Kasumi. Word of her
streak spread through the casino and a large crowd of onlookers
gathered near the table to watch. Unfortunately, she was so slow
placing her bets, hardly anyone could follow with ones of their own.
She barely got hers in under the bell.

Helena would have loved to have stayed there - she had basically
given up her betting to watch Kasumi - but she was still puzzled by
what had happened in the hotel room. She'd managed to suppress those
strange feelings, but they were still there, made even stronger by
Kasumi's presence. She could feel the heat of her arm as they brushed
up against each other, smelled the sweet scent of her hair, and the
perfume which only seemed to enhance her sexual appeal.

Eventually it became too much for her, and she had to excuse herself
for a breath of fresh air. She exited the casino and strode down the
long hall past a ballroom. A throbbing beat emanated from the open
doors. Helena glanced inside. Dancers were lit up by strobes and the
confetti glitter of a spinning mirror ball as they gyrated to
painfully loud music.

"Can you move it like this?" a male chorus sang, and a female chorus
replied, "I can shake it like that!"

Helena recognized two of them. In the center of the floor, Tina and
Lisa were grinning as they danced, front to back, Lisa grinding her
groin suggestively on Tina's ample rear end. They seemed to be
having the time of their lives together.

Normally Helena wouldn't have given such dancing a second thought. It
was rather vulgar, dry-humping to a drum machine -- the rumba was far
more daring and sensuous in her opinion. But it wasn't unusual to see.
That was how many people "danced" these days.

No, it wasn't that which gave her pause. It was the sweaty look on
Lisa's face, the almost glazed expression to her eyes. She looked lost
in ecstasy, grinding her hips against Tina's thrusting butt. Tina
seemed oblivious that her partner was on the verge of an earthshaking
orgasm.

Helena didn't know Lisa at all; they'd only met for the first time on
the island. She didn't know if she was a lesbian or not. Tina wasn't
however; of that she was fairly certain. And if she had read the
boisterous American wrong, well, it was her business. Her father,
Bass, would probably drop dead from an aneurysm if he ever found out
his daughter preferred a lady's company, but be that as it may, it had
nothing to do with Helena.

She shrugged and walked away. She didn't make any connection between
their lascivious behavior and her own inexplicable attraction to
Kasumi. Didn't because she couldn't. Her mind didn't even register the
faint familiar aroma of the Godhand perfume which, despite the mingled
smell of sweat and smoke and alcohol of the crowded discotheque, rose
from the two dancing women and seemed to stretch invisible fingers
toward her.

She approached the glass doors leading to the pool area and went
outside into the cool air. Night had fallen, the sky a rich velvet
black glittering with diamond-like constellations of stars, and the
seating area was illuminated by gentle colored lights within the
surrounding landscape and the pool itself, which was lit from below.

An older man and woman sat at a table beneath an umbrella, talking and
drinking a fruity concoction. A few more floated in the pool before
the bar. Helena moved to a railing and stared out over the dark
restless ocean. The break of the waves soothed her troubled mind as
they always did.

Later, it was difficult for Helena to say what made her turn first,
the smell of the perfume or the sound of the familiar voices on the
far side of the pool.

Leifang and Hitomi were lounging on deck chairs, dressed in bikinis,
hair still wet from a recent plunge in the pool. They hadn't noticed
her, and Helena wanted to keep it that way. She didn't much feel like
company right then.

She turned to leave when she saw Leifang take a strawberry from a
plate she was holding and offer it to Hitomi. Closing her eyes, Hitomi
stuck out her tongue and Leifang slid the piece of fruit inside,
giggling as Hitomi clamped down playfully. Some juice squirted out and
ran down the brown-haired girl's chin; and Leifang wiped it away,
sucking her finger clean as Hitomi watched.

Helena went back inside. She didn't think much about the act she had
witnessed. One girl feeding another girl a strawberry didn't make them
lesbians, nor suggest they were acting out of the ordinary. One would
have to be very foolish to jump to that conclusion and she forgot it
almost immediately.

What she saw next, though, she could not.

By now she realized she was feeling a little tired, and rather than
head back to the casino, she decided to go back to her room. She
walked past the main desk and turned the corner to the bank of
elevators.

Eyes widening in shock, she spun back, pressing against the wall.

A bell rang and she heard the sound of the elevator door opening. She
peaked around the corner and saw Christie guiding Ayane inside with
her hand on the small of the Japanese girl's back. As they passed out
of view, the hand slid down to her ass, and squeezed. The last sound
she heard before the doors closed was Ayane, squealing in surprise.
The smell of the perfume that lingered behind was thick and cloying.

Helena leaned back against the wall and realized her heart was
pounding fast. She didn't think she had been seen, and that was good
because they'd been kissing as she had come around the corner. There
was no mistaking it for something else - Ayane had been up on her
toes, Christie bent slightly to meet her, kissing like lovers.

And that was when the realization began to sink in that something was
wrong. The things she had seen previously that she'd dismissed, Lisa's
copulatory dance with Tina, Leifang feeding Hitomi by the pool, began
to take on more ominous tones.

She was still wondering what it all meant when she got back to the
room. Kasumi walked out of the second bedroom as Helena closed the
door behind her. She was wearing one of the swimsuits Helena had
picked out the day before, called Carnation, white with flowers and a
matching skirt.

"Tired of the casino already?" Helena asked.

Kasumi laughed lightly, and Helena thought it was good to see her
laugh. "I'm afraid the casino got tired of me."

"I see. Did you win a lot?"

Kasumi nodded. "Enough to easily repay your generous loan and not have
to worry about my...finances...for a very long time."

Helena smiled. "That's wonderful, Kasumi. I'm very happy for you." She
noted her attire. "Were you going for a swim?"

"I thought maybe you were down by the pool, so I came up to change."

Helena shook her head. "No, I'm done for the day. All I want to do is
get out of this dress and go to sleep."

Kasumi shyly walked to her side. "Maybe I could help you."

At first, Helena wasn't sure she had heard her right. "What?"

Kasumi stared into her eyes. "I could help you get undressed."

Then she leaned in and kissed Helena, and the feelings she had held in
check surged like a massive tidal wave to the surface. Her mind was
awash by Kasumi's nearness, the heat of her skin, the scent of her
hair, the touch of her soft lips and delicate hands as they slid along
the side of her face and twined through her long blonde hair.

Helena had never experienced a feeling so powerful. She felt almost
blinded by her desire for Kasumi, and she ached to return the kiss, to
let go of the shore and allow the riptide of lust to carry her out to
sea.

But a part of her, small and growing smaller every moment, still
resisted the siren's call.

"W-wait," she said, pulling back. "Th-this isn't right."

Kasumi, reluctant to break off, pressed forward, cupping Helena's
face. "It feels right to me," she whispered.

Her touch, her presence, was almost intoxicating. Helena teetered on
the brink of giving in, desperate to hold her, to taste her lips
again. With every ounce of her will, she fought against the desire,
and won.

Helena almost burst into tears, she wanted the Japanese girl so bad,
but she removed the hands from her face and gently pushed Kasumi away.

"Kasumi," she said, breathing heavily, "when did you first notice this
attraction to me?"

Kasumi smiled. "I think it was always there. I just resisted the
truth."

"Yes, well, when did decide not to resist the truth?"

"Just this afternoon, I guess," she replied. "I was getting ready for
dinner. And I looked at you across the room and realized how beautiful
you were."

Helena's desire had faded like so much background noise, but it was
still there. She could feel it inside, waiting to rise in volume until
it blotted out all reason. But something about what Kasumi said
clicked.

Getting ready for dinner, cleaning up, getting dressed, primping. What
had she said? That the shopkeeper had insisted she take the perfume.
For that matter when had Helena's own feelings of attraction to Kasumi
begun?

"Kasumi, this is important," Helena whispered. "Did you put on some of
the perfume that shopkeeper gave you?"

Kasumi almost swooned. "It smelled so beautiful, Helena-sama. It
smelled like you."

Helena found a chair and collapsed onto it. She put a hand to her
mouth.

"Oh my God," she gasped.

***

"I've called all of you here," Helena said to the seven assembled
women, "because I want to ask you a few questions."

They had come to a secluded beach in a sheltered cove on the far side
of the island. It was surrounded by tall cliffs and sea arches,
revealing the ocean beyond. The rock shimmered eerily with reflected
moonlight and the steady circling beam of the lighthouse nearby. But
for a swing on a palm tree and a volleyball net strung between two
rough-hewn tree trunks rising from the sand, it was empty.

Helena didn't know if they were being monitored but it seemed a safe
assumption, and so she had brought them all here to get as far from
the hotel as possible.

The women stood around her in a semicircle, grouped in twos, Tina and
Lisa, Hitomi and Leifang, Christie and Ayane. Kasumi stood slightly
off to her side, still watching her with a lustful eye, though she had
explained in full her theory before they had called the others.
Whatever the drug was that had been used on them - if Helena was to
guess some kind of bio-engineered aphrodisiac - it was extremely
potent.

"This might be a little bit embarassing to you," she continued, "and
for that I apologize in advance, but it's necessary that you know..."

Ayane, arms crossed, rolled her eyes. "Blah blah blah. Do you plan on
getting to the point anytime tonight?"

Kasumi took a step forward, her fists clenched in anger. "Don't you
dare take that tone of voice with Helena-sama."

Ayane burst out laughing. "Sama? What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Ayane, if you don't shut up, I swear I will beat you..."

Ayane jumped back into a fighting stance. "Clan breaker! Traitor!
Hayate-san may have a soft spot for you, but I don't! I'll take you on
anytime and anyplace!"

Helena got between them. "Girls, girls! Please stop the squabbling.
Let me finish."

Kasumi turned her devoted eyes back to her. "Of course, Helena-sama.
Sorry to interrupt. Please continue."

Ayane was slower to stand down, but eventually she folded her arms
and scoffed, "Whatever. Just get on with it."

"Thank you." Helena took a deep breath. "The first question is, did
everyone here receive a blue bottle of perfume called Godhand last
night?"

Tina, Lisa, Hitomi, Leifang, Christie and Ayane exchanged confused
glances, then almost in unison they nodded.

"So did I," Helena said. "Kasumi did not get one, but that's probably
because we decided to share a room and room service wasn't notified.
But this afternoon, she was very nearly forced to take a bottle of the
perfume at the gift shop, so I believe we were all intended to get
one."

She paused to gather her thoughts.

"My second question will be more difficult to answer. Since trying the
perfume, have any of you noticed a change in your behavior?"

"A change in our behavior?" Tina said. "What do you mean by a change?"

But before Helena could explain, Lisa looked around and slowly raised
her hand.

"Don't be embarrassed, Lisa," Helena said gently. "The same thing
happened to me."

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Tina exclaimed.

"Since trying on the perfume," Helena explained, "my feelings for
Kasumi have taken on a strong...sexual aspect...that wasn't there
before. Is it the same with you, Lisa?"

The black woman nodded. "I've been having some pretty intense
thoughts...about Tina."

Tina was taken aback. "What!?"

"I'm sorry," Lisa said, looking down at the sand. "I couldn't help
myself. They were so powerful. And they didn't seem...I don't
know...wrong? It all seemed perfectly natural."

"That's what I felt, too," said Helena. "They seemed completely
reasonable. Even when I knew they weren't."

"Whoa," Tina said, "the...the disco! The dancing! I just thought you
were having a really good time!"

Lisa blushed. "Believe me, I was. But not in the way you were
thinking."

One by one, the other women raised their hands. Kasumi seemed almost
happy to raise hers, but Hitomi stood there looking mortified.

Until Leifang raised her hand last.

"You did?" Hitomi asked, surprised. "I didn't even realize."

Leifang made an exasperated sound. "I was putting strawberries in your
mouth. Everyone knows what that means. Except you, apparently."

Lisa turned to Helena. "So you think that Godhand perfume is making us
act this way?"

"I believe it's been spiked with an aphrodisiac," Helena replied. "It
probably reacts with a person's sweat, creating some sort of
hyper-sexual pheremone. Since no one outside of us seems have been
effected, only others wearing the same perfume must be susceptible to
it. We seem to have paired off very neatly, with no cross-over of
feelings for others, so there must be some kind of...I don't
know...sexual imprinting...due to prolonged proximity."

Ayane scowled at Kasumi. "Thank God for that."

"I don't know what you guys are on about," Tina said, confused. "I
don't feel anything."

Lisa looked at Helena. "Tina said this morning she threw the bottle
away. She didn't even try it until this afternoon, when I gave her a
little bit of mine."

Helena stroked her chin, thinking. "Kasumi was effected much more
quickly than I was. I imagine the efficacy of the perfume could depend
on any number of factors, including the individual and the frequency
and size of the doses."

As they considered all of that in silence, Lisa asked in a hesitant
voice, "Helena? Who did this to us?"

Tina angrily smacked a fist into her palm.

"Who else?" she growled.

***

When the eight fighters slammed open the door to Zack's office, they
caught him by such surprise he didn't even have time to stand up
behind his desk. Judging by his startled look, he knew exactly why
they had come. Still, he tried to play it cool.

"Well, if it isn't my loveliest guests," Zack said in a sultry tone.
He smoothed his impeccable white tux jacket and ran a hand through
his white hair. His eyes were inscrutable behind sunglasses. "To what
do I owe the great pleasure of your visit?"

Lisa and Christie had to hold Tina from leaping over the desk and
beating that grin off his face.

Helena slammed her hands down on the desk. "What is in the Godhand
perfume to make us act this way?"

"W-what? Perfume?" Zack said, badly feigning confusion. "I don't know
what you mean by that, Helena. And if I may interject for a moment,
you look quite stunning tonight."

Helena folded her arms. "Zack, if I have to ask again, I will tell
Lisa and Christie to let go of Tina, who will then beat you to within
an inch of your life."

Zack glanced at the fuming Tina and chuckled slightly. "Y-you
wouldn't."

"Ever played poker?" Helena leaned in and stared hard into his eyes.
"Do I look like I'm bluffing?"

Zack hesitated a moment, then folded.

"There's a flower that grows on this chain of islands," he said. "The
natives have a word for it, but roughly translated, it means..."

"Godhand?" asked Helena.

"Yeah. They've used the nectar for centuries in their religious
ceremonies and to enhance their...well, y'know...um..." Zack cleared
his throat. "Their...sexual desire."

Helena shook her head. "And so you had this Godhand put into the
perfume."

A tremor seemed to go up Zack's body. "No, I didn't," he said, his
voice quavering slightly. "The island came 'as is.' Everything was
already built when I bought it. All that had to be done was change
the signs to match the new owner. The perfume was being sold when I
got here."

"So how did you discover its...special properties?" Lisa asked.

Zack fidgited in his chair. "Just a happy little accident, you might
say." He sighed. "Look, I didn't mean anything bad by it. All of you
seemed so uptight."

"Uptight?" Lisa said. "You mean because we were lied to about the
tournament?"

Zack sweatdropped. "Yeah, um...that. I thought the perfume might help
you...well, loosen up a little bit."

Christie nodded. "And when we were 'loosened up,' that might make us
more amenable to having sex with you."

Zack grinned sheepishly. "Is it working?"

Helena gritted her teeth. She was so incensed she couldn't see
straight. She grabbed some papers off the desk and threw them in his
face, knocking off his sunglasses. Still he didn't move.

"How long will the effect last?" she asked when she regained control.

"It depends," Zack said. There was a shiver to his voice, but he
didn't seem scared. It was like he was reacting to something other
than Helena's anger. "It could be a few hours or it could be longer.
But eventually it will wear off if you stop using the...the," another
shiver, this time more intense, "the perfume."

Helena leveled an angry finger at him. "Tomorrow morning, you will be
hearing from my attorney." Then she spun on her heel and left the
office, followed closely by Kasumi, who was trying to console her. The
others left after. Tina was last. At the door she paused.

"Hey, Zack, you want a piece of this?" She turned and slapped her ass.
"Take a good look because this is as close as you are ever going to
get to it. I always just thought you were a fucking creep. Now I
know."

When the door closed, Zack breathed a sigh of relief. Then he let go
of the groan that had been building inside during the entire
interrogation.

Under the desk, Nikki peeked out from some papers, stroking Zack's
eight-inch dick. She licked her lips with a hungry grin.

"Are those bitches finally gone?" she asked huskily.

His legs trembling, pools of saliva glistening his aching brown sack,
Zack nodded silently. Damn, he thought, that Godhand perfume was like
some kind of miracle drug. Nikki had been sucking his cock almost
constantly since he had given her a bottle as a gift. The gift that
kept on giving.

"Good," Nikki said, squeezing the thick purple-black shaft with both
hands so tightly that Zack almost passed out. She licked the bulbous
head. "Baby, I'm gonna milk your balls like a fucking cow."

As opposed to yesterday? Zack wondered with a shit-faced grin,
stroking the young black woman's bleached white hair. Or the day
before? Or...ohmigod, ohmigod...the day before that?!

But then Nikki throated him and Zack blissfully forgot everything, but
for the working of her lips and tongue and the rub of her teeth, and
the little grunts and groans of satisfaction she made giving him the
best blowjob he had ever had.

At least until tomorrow.

***

"The first thing I intend to do when I get to my room," Helena said,
"is flush that damned perfume down the toilet. I suggest all of you do
the same."

It was past midnight and the eight women stood in a circle in the
empty lobby, discussing what they were going to do now that they knew
the true scope of Zack's demented plan.

"What about tomorrow?" Lisa asked.

Helena shrugged. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'll be
leaving. If I have to, I'll hire a fishing boat to take me to another
island, where I can catch a flight out. You are all welcome to join
me, of course."

"I can't believe this has happened," Lisa said softly. She shivered.
"Ick, it feels disgusting. I think I'm gonna have to shower for a few
hours to get this slimy feeling off my skin."

"Actually a shower might be a good idea," Christie interjected. "Wash
off the perfume. It might make the aphrodisiac effect wear off
faster."

"Perhaps, then, that's what we should all do," Helena said.

Everyone nodded in silent agreement and they began pressing the
elevator call buttons.

Helena turned to Kasumi. "Under the circumstances, it probably would
be best if you had your own room for the night."

Kasumi looked crestfallen, but she nodded.

"I'll arrange it with the concierge while you go pack."

The elevators dinged, the doors opened, and the others began entering.

"Christie," Helena said. "May I have a moment of your time, please?"

The white-haired assassin looked back curiously and let the door slide
closed on Ayane.

"What is it?" she said.

Helena folded her arms. "You don't seem very upset by this."

Christie smiled. "I'm not."

"You don't mind being poisoned?"

There was a steely-hard glint in Christie's eye. "I've killed men for
less," she said, coldly. "But I'm not going to hurt Zack for what he's
done."

"Why?" Helena asked.

Another bell dinged and an elevator door opened. Christie walked
inside and put her hand on the door to keep it open.

"Because," she said, "God watches out for little children and fools.
And Zack is a fool."

She let go of the retarder bar.

"And because," she smiled as the door began to close, "because...it's
been interesting."

The soft whoosh of the elevator receded upward. Helena stood quietly
for a moment, then she walked over to the main desk. There was no one
around, so she pounded the bell until someone appeared who could
arrange a room for Kasumi.

***

Lisa stopped in front of her room, uncomfortably aware that Tina's was
the adjoining one a door down. She had not spoken on the way up, too
embarrassed by the admission of her lust-filled thoughts, even if they
had been artificially induced.

Lust-filled thoughts? Hell, she had had a freakin' orgasm on the dance
floor, grinding her pelvis into Tina's ass! She'd even planned it that
way by deliberately wearing her tightest jeans to enhance the
friction. She would have had more if Helena had not shown up when she
did and dragged them both outside.

But that wasn't the worst. Even before Helena had explained about the
perfume, a part of her had known on some subconscious level that
something was wrong. The feelings were too sudden to be normal. But
she had ignored the warning signals and tricked herself into believing
they were real.

Because she was selfish. Because while she and Tina had laughed over
their one drunken lesbian encounter in college, and mutually agreed to
forget it ever happened, Lisa had not forgotten. She remembered the
taste and texture of Tina's breasts, and the downy softness between
her legs. She remembered the gasps and moans of pleasure, as her
tongue flicked across the wet, rosy-pink lips of Tina's pussy.

Maybe that was how the perfume had worked her, prying open those
memories and using them against her. Lisa felt like such a fool. She
could only hope their friendship could get past this intact as it had
before.

As she fumbled the cardkey out of her purse, Tina watching, Lisa
laughed hesitantly. "Do you think we should lock the connector door
tonight?"

Tina smiled gently. "I doubt that will be necessary, don't you?"

Lisa knew her friend was rejecting the perfume and not her. She was
trying to be nice and supportive about something she barely
understood. But, to Lisa, the feelings felt so real, it still stung.
And it stung because it stung, because she knew they weren't real.

God, it was so frustrating! Her mind was bouncing around so much, all
Lisa wanted to do was draw a hot bath and have a nice long
soak-and-cry.

Tina was right, though, and Lisa knew it. Nothing was going to happen
tonight.

"You're lucky the perfume had no effect on you, Tina," Lisa said, as
she slid the cardkey down the slot. "You can't begin to imagine what
it's like."

Suddenly Tina pressed her large breasts hard against Lisa's back and
blew hot breath into her ear.

"Actually," she whispered huskily, "I know exactly what it's like."

She put a hand up Lisa's shirt, cupping her firm bra-less breast. Lisa
gasped, an explosion of unexpected fire engulfing her mind and body.

"I lied when I said I hadn't felt anything," Tina said. "The truth is
I started lusting for you ten minutes after I tried that perfume."

Lisa's legs started to tremble uncontrollably.

"And you know what else?" Tina whispered.

"W-what?"

Tina kissed behind Lisa's ear, knowing it was her weak spot. Lisa
groaned out loud.

"I don't give a shit what's making me feel this way," Tina said. "I
want to taste your sweet pussy again."

***

At Leifang's insistence, Hitomi followed her to her room, although she
didn't really want to. What she most wanted to do was to find a large
rock, crawl under it, and hide until she could leave the island, some
vacation this had turned out to be.

But earlier she'd left some things in the other's room, and Leifang
seemed to think it best if she retrieved them now. After the emotional
roller coaster ride of the past hour, Hitomi was too frazzled and
tired to argue.

Leifang opened the door and they walked inside.

"Where's the stuff?" Hitomi asked, wanting to get out as quickly as
possible. She had not even so much as looked at Leifang after they'd
left the grotto, despite her admission there that she had fallen under
the influence of the perfume as well.

"The rollerblades are over by the table," Leifang said curtly. "And
your clothes are on the bed. I have to use the bathroom." She went in
and closed the door.

Hitomi recognized that tone of voice, and she winced inwardly. Leifang
was pissed off, at her. There was no logic to it, of course - the one
she should have been mad at was that rat bastard, Zack. But being
friends with Leifang wasn't easy. It demanded a delicate balance and
Hitomi was afraid this thing with the perfume had upset it
permanently.

She breathed a tired sigh. She wasn't going to try to repair their
friendship tonight, if that was even possible. They would come to that
bridge when they came to it. She would just scoop up her stuff and
slink away.

She found the rollerblades and threw them over her shoulder.

"So," Leifang's muffled voice rose from behind the door, "did you
fantasize about me?"

Hitomi paused on her way to the bed. "Um...yeah. I guess so."

"What about?" asked the voice.

She hesitated. "Um...should we really be talking about this?"

"I don't mind."

"Well, maybe I do. It is kind of embarrassing."

"Come on," Leifang said. "Tell me. I want to know."

Hitomi hurried to the bed. Her jeans shorts and red top were there,
both neatly folded, but she didn't see her pink barette anywhere. She
moved around to the far side of the bed and still couldn't find it.
She dropped to her knees and checked underneath.

"Well," she said, "remember when we took that tumble in the flowers
this afternoon?"

"Yeah?"

"Well...yeah."

"So...what did you think about?" Leifang asked.

Exasperated, Hitomi tossed her hands in the air. "I don't know!
Whatever you think about when you're under the influence of some hyper
pheremone which has been secretly given to you by the biggest
pervert-loser in the world!"

"Did you kiss me?"

And the volcano exploded.

"Leifang, I'm tired and I can't find my barrette anywhere."

"Are you sure? I know I put it with the rest of your stuff."

"Well, it's not on top and it's not under," Hitomi said, still
looking.

The bathroom door opened behind her.

"Oops, I forgot," Leifang said. "I'm wearing it."

"Wearing? Wha - ?"

Her voice choked in her throat as she looked up.

Leifang was wearing her barrette. That, and nothing else. Hitomi's
eyes seemed to move of their own volition down her chest, passed her
smooth stomach and the flair of her hips; down to the shadowy cleft of
her shaved pussy, and then back up to the delicate smile on her pursed
lips.

Leifang's dark eyes glittered mischieviously. "Want to take a shower
with me?"

***

Christie was already done with her shower. She dried her white hair
and then wrapped the towel around her body, which was dripping wet.
She had always liked the cool feeling on her skin when she first
stepped out of a steamy bathroom.

She sensed something was wrong as soon as she opened the door. It was
nothing concrete she could point to. Just an assassin's intuition. But
she had learned to trust that feeling, as it had saved her life many
times in the past. She eased herself around the corner ready for
anything.

Anything, that is, except a half-naked girl on the bed.

Ayane smiled. She was lying on her stomach, wearing a purple and
white-striped tankini. The bottom portion was twirling around her
toes. It flew off and landed at the foot of the bed.

Christie folded her arms. "How did you get in?"

"I'm a kunoichi," Ayane said lightly. "You tell me."

Christie looked around for clues and noted that the curtains were
slightly askew from the way she remembered them. Yes, she might be a
ninja, but not as good as she thought she was.

"You came in through the balcony."

Ayane lowered her leg. "Very observant."

"In my profession, it pays to be."

"Then you should get a refund." When Ayane saw her questioning glance,
she went on to explain. "This isn't the first time I snuck up on you.
Last night I followed you to the other side of the island. I saw you
dive off the cliff into the sea."

Naked. Christie had been certain no one had seen her leave the hotel
and she had checked several times to be sure she wasn't being
followed. Maybe the little scamp was good. Just sloppy at times.

"I like cliff-diving. It saved my life once." A pause. "After a job."

"You mean a hit?" Ayane said. "That's what you do, right? Kill people
for money."

Christie nodded. "Nine times out of ten, the world is better off."

"What about poor number ten?"

She shrugged. "The money spends the same. Does the fact I kill for
a living scare you?"

Ayane looked bored. "Not especially."

Christie lowered her voice. "Does it excite you?"

Ayane thought about it, then smiled coyly. "Perhaps."

"You could get hurt."

"So could you."

Christie took a step forward. "If I come over there, it won't be a
game anymore."

Ayane's eyes flashed darkly. "Did I say it was?"

Christie understood how the world worked. She knew that it had two
faces, one light, one dark. Propriety and morality flourished in the
light like beautiful flowers forever in bloom; but just below the
surface lay the dark, where sin and illegal desires were bought and
sold to people like junkies desperate for a fix.

Like the time she had been contracted to kill a British
philanthropist. In the light, the man was hailed as a living saint for
his charitable donations, non-profit foundations and causes du jour.
He was happily married for twenty years to a former Hollywood movie
star, with three lovely photogenic children his pride. He was a man of
power and influence.

But in the dark, the familiar face of domestic bliss twisted into a
truly demonic visage. He had an insatiable appetite for private school
girls, for leather and stiletto heels, chains and whips. He was a
connoisseur of pain and of erotic asphyxiation. Regrettably however,
for his young lovers, his passion for the latter sometimes got the
better of him.

Christie had been more than willing to play the part, tantalizing him
with her long smooth legs and a short pleated skirt. She gave him
everything he secretly desired in the light that could only be found
in the dark and made him beg for more.

How unfortunate she forgot the safety word.

The scandal that erupted afterwards wasn't an express part of the
contract. The parents of his victims wanted the justice the courts
could never dare give them. They could care less what happened
afterwards. They may have gained some closure, but their daughters
were still dead.

Christie orchestrated the scandal purely for her own amusement. It was
she who arranged the unseemly tableau and then called the papparrazi
so there could be no official cover-up surrounding the man's death. It
was always interesting, watching a crime of the dark send tremors
through the light.

Was this what Ayane looked like in the dark, this half-naked nymph
lying on the bed, her lilac eyes hungry with desire? Christie doubted
it. Ayane was hardly more than a child. It was the perfume making her
act this way.

Or was it? How much of this was real and how much the perfume?

Did it even matter? she wondered. Ayane was here, now, wanting to be
taken; and for her part, Christie had known both men and women. She
had no need of artifical persuasion to find the tiny ninja's
porcelain-smooth ass enticing.

She undid the towel and let it slip quietly to the floor.

***

Helena put Kasumi's threadbare suitcase next to the bed in her new
room, and tried not to think about how it looked roomy enough to
practise every position in the Kama Sutra and still have space to
invent some more.

Focus, that was the key to defeating the spell cast by the perfume.
She simply had to keep her focus and maintain a strong mental
discipline at all times. It was like her training. Just as she'd
learned to ignore fatigue and pain, she would ignore her feelings for
Kasumi.

She would ignore the electrical charge that jolted her crotch whenever
her painfully erect nipples scraped against her bra. She would dismiss
the way it made her damp pussy throb in time with her pounding heart.

All she had to do was focus and not look at Kasumi, at the way her
silken orange hair fell just so across her forehead and eyes, so soft,
so soft. At the gentle slope of her full breasts and the cute dimples
at the small of her back, the skin so fair.

Helena caught herself, reasserting her will. Focus. Finish the task,
get in, get out, that was the key. She shouldn't have even come. She
should have seen Kasumi to the door, wished her pleasant dreams, and
then locked it. Why did it have to be so damned hard?

She turned around, too quickly, and ran right into Kasumi who cried
out in surprise. They stumbled, spilling the contents of the bag she
was carrying over the floor. Helena held her close to stop a fall.

She felt Kasumi's shallow breath in her ear, and the feeling that came
over her was nearly overwhelming in its intensity. She pulled back,
staring into Kasumi's eyes.

Kasumi reached a hand up and tried to brush back a lock of Helena's
blonde hair that had fallen askew.

"Don't, please," she whispered, letting go of her. "I'm barely
maintaining my control as it is. If you touched me, I don't know what
would happen."

Kasumi nodded silently and backed away. She glanced down at the
make-up and assorted toiletries that had fallen out of the bag onto
the floor. She knelt and quietly started to pack them back up.

After a moment, Helena bent to help her.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Kasumi looked at her. "For what?"

"For convincing you to stay. If I hadn't, you wouldn't have had to
suffer this humilation. I feel terrible about it. I hope someday you
can forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive. You couldn't have known what was going to
happen."

"Still..."

"Still...nothing. I don't hold you responsible for anything. In fact,
you did me a favor. If I had left I wouldn't have made all that money
in the casino. A great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I can
go home and not have to worry."

"You're so kind." Helena felt tears coming on and sniffed them back.
"Then I'm glad. At least some good has come from all this."

"If it has, it's because of you. I owe you an even greater debt now."
Kasumi kept her eyes down. "If you want me, you can."

Helena sucked in her breath at the offer. "Say no more, I beg you.
That's just the perfume talking."

"Maybe it is," Kasumi replied. "I'm just saying I owe you. I'm just
saying...if."

"If. Yes. I understand."

But she really didn't, she didn't understand anything. She felt her
resistance crumbling by the moment and had to get out. She began to
stuff things willy-nilly into the bag. But then Kasumi stopped her.

"No, wait, I don't want it to get crushed."

"Get what crushed?"

"This." She reached in and pulled out a blue hibiscus. In Helena's
eyes, it seemed to glow with a light all its own.

"A woman gave it to me as I was leaving the casino," Kasumi said. She
tucked the flower behind her left ear and turned her head. "What do
you think? Isn't it pretty?"

At the sight of her with the flower in her hair, a calm descended on
Helena's storm-tossed sea and the sun burned away the black clouds.
She felt completely at peace.

"Je d'amour le fleur," Helena whispered, and then she leaned over and
kissed her.

***

*Sonofabitch, that woman is insatiable,* Zack thought, looking down at
Nikki peacefully sleeping on the leather couch in his office. A
trickle of white oozed out of her bare pussy and he pulled her skirt
down to cover it up.

He pulled on his pants and zipped his fly, wondering if there were any
medical conditions associated from banging someone four or five times
a day, aside from chronic fatigue and a shit-head grin plastering his
face wherever he went.

Well, at least Nikki wouldn't be grabbing at his cock for a couple of
hours. Now he could get down to business. It was time for the main
event.

He walked behind the desk and pressed a concealed button. A section of
the wall whisked open, revealing a short passageway lit by dim light.
He walked to the end where a second door slid open at his approach.

Inside was a secret room accessible only to him. Flatscreen monitors
were arranged upon the wall and in front was a long control console
with recording equipment. Originally, the room had served as a
redundant, automated monitoring station for casino security.

The video feeds had since been re-routed. Now the signals they
received came from eight hotel rooms. Multiple concealed cameras
captured every possible voyeuristic angle of the rooms. Additional
cameras covered a wide selection of other potential hot spots
scattered around the island, transmitting the images here.

Zack had been a little disappointed when he learned that Helena had
switched rooms and that Kasumi was staying with her. He thought he
would just have to console himself with the other six. But Helena had
unwittingly solved that by getting her a new room - the one Kasumi was
supposed to have in the first place. The Gods of Luck must have been
on his side.

In fact the whole scheme had been dependant on so many factors and
variables going his way, they must have been rolling sevens in heaven.
The odds of the plan coming through were not remotely in his favor.
Worth a shot, though, considering the potential. What did he have to
lose?

If the girls elected to stay on the island - making sure they got
rock-bottom room rates to sweeten the deal - he would record them
changing in their rooms, swimming in revealing bikinis, frolicking in
the hot tub. Who knew? Maybe they would play volleyball. Weirder
things had happened.

But holy shit if everything wasn't falling into place just like he had
imagined it could. He would have boffed Lady Luck right then and there
to show his gratitude.

Christie had been both right and wrong. Sure, he would have loved to
bump every one of their hot little asses. Damn, might as well dream
big, how about a gangbang! But fucking the girls had always been a
long shot and Zack knew it.

Much more likely was the girls pairing off, thanks to the imprinting
effect of the perfume. He hadn't known who would wind up with whom,
but that just spiced up the possibilities. Seeing how the pairings had
worked out, he couldn't say he was too disappointed, though a
Kasumi/Ayane 69 sandwich...ooh baby, that thought always gave him a
chubby.

Zack set the console to record and fired up the monitors. Now all he
needed was popcorn. Since there was none, though, he settled for
dropping his pants and whipping out his dick.

"Showtime!"

***

Heart pounding in her ears, Hitomi walked into the bathroom. Like the
one in her room, it was very big with a soaking bathtub and shower
behind frosted glass and a large mirrored vanity next to a toilet. In
the No Man's Land between was a white oval rug so shaggy and soft it
felt like a cloud.

Hitomi sat down on the toilet. Leifang closed the door behind her and
smiled. Completely at ease with her nakedness, she walked over and
knelt down in front. Hitomi wished to be so unconcerned. Despite the
perfume coursing through her veins, she felt nervous.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Hitomi said, "But now that
we're going to, I don't know where to start. Um...I've never
actually...been...with anyone before."

Leifang smiled. "I have."

Hitomi was surprised. She never knew. Unfortunately, it meant she had
something else to feel nervous about now. "Oh. With...uh...Jann Lee?"

Leifang giggled. "No, not with him. Jann Lee wouldn't know a pussy if
you stuck it in his face."

Hitomi nodded, then mouthed the word: "Gay?"

Leifang's cheeks ballooned with a snort. She cupped her hands before
her face and mouth and squealed, her entire body shaking with
uncontrollable laughter. When it subsided, she wiped tears from her
eyes.

"No, Jann Lee's not gay, although that would explain a few things. He
just focuses on his martial arts to the exclusion of everything else.
I used to be like that. I thought fighting in tournaments and beating
up people bigger than me was the best thing ever."

"What changed?"

"Well, I met my first boyfriend, Ang, and the second time we had sex,
I had a toe-curling, shoulder-biting orgasm." She chuckled at the look
that came over Hitomi's face. "I mean, I still love training and
fighting, but an orgasm is something else altogether. I had a lot of
them with Ang."

"Um...wh-what did you do?"

Leifang's eyes seemed to drift away. "Oh, a little bit of everything.
We were both virgins so it was all unexplored territory." Tilting her
head slightly, she glanced at Hitomi with a sly look. "Do you want
details?"

Hitomi gulped and nodded.

"Well," Leifang began, looking up, "we fucked. Obviously. About half a
dozen positions. I liked the doggie-style best, but Ang liked it when
I was on top. He could suck my titties easier that way." She closed
her eyes and smiled. "That was fun, too."

Hitomi's cheeks flushed with color.

She continued. "We tried anal sex a couple times to make sure we were
doing it right, but we liked fucking the regular way better. I sucked
his cock and swallowed his cum. He ate my pussy and licked my asshole.
We watched each other masturbate and we masturbated each other."

The Chinese girl paused long enough for Hitomi to catch her breath. If
her heart had been pounding loudly before, it was racing now. She put
a hand to her chest and silently willed it to slow.

Hitomi was astounded by what she'd learned. "You have so much more
experience than I do."

"You say that like I'm a slut or something. I haven't been with anyone
else. Just Ang."

"Oh no! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. What I meant was that,
well...any experience is more experience than I've had, I guess."

"I was kidding," Leifang giggled. "So...you really haven't been with
anyone?"

Hitomi shook her head. "No. I mean, I've ma...I've mas..."

"It's just a word, Hitomi."

"Masturbated," she said with a blush.

"But no sex with actual boys?"

"No."

"I could tell," said Leifang, and when she saw Hitomi's puzzled look,
she explained. "It's the way you fight. You're strong and fast and
your forms are second nature. But there's a rigidness to your style,
too. I figured it was because you hadn't had sex yet."

"How could whether or not I had sex make a difference in the way I
fight?"

"I'm not saying it will. But I noticed a change in my style. It was
rounder somehow, more flowing. I felt more centered with my chi than I
had when I was a virgin."

"My Father taught me everything he knew about karate," Hitomi said
doubtfully. "But he never said anything about that."

Leifang gave her a sour smile. "Your *father* neglected to mention the
impact sex would have on your fighting. Mine did too. Hmm, I wonder
why that is?"

Hitomi grinned. "I guess you're right. But again it just shows how
much more experience you have than I do."

Leifang touched Hitomi's knee, sending a shiver through her body. "In
some ways, not in others. I've never been with a girl, so in that way
we're even." She paused. "Do you want to explore?"

The question made it seem as if Hitomi had a choice, but did she? She
wondered if any of what she was feeling was real. Did the perfume open
doors or did it make false ones? She thought she would never know.

Or maybe Leifang, asking similar questions of herself, was just being
polite, knowing the need they both felt could not be denied.

Hitomi took a deep breath. "How do we start?" she asked.

As if to whisper an answer in her ear, Leifang slowly leaned forward.
Instead, though, her hands slid around back and unsnapped Hitomi's
bikini top. Goosebumps rose on her arms at the soft sound of her
initiation.

"Let's start with this," Leifang said, and lightly kissed her earlobe.

***

A trail of clothes lay littered across the floor of Lisa's room,
leading to the bed where she and Tina lay naked in the light of the
nightstand, kissing and stroking each other's bodies, giggling
drunkenly.

*If this isn't the definition of deja vu,* Lisa thought, sucking the
tip of Tina's tongue, her cocoa fingers coursing through the other
woman's blonde hair, *I don't know what is.*

The only thing needed to complete the reenactment of that night of
lovemaking in college was booming music coming from the party on the
floor above to drown out the sounds of simultaneous climax. Without
it, there were going to be some pissy hotel guests come the morning.

Lisa could have cared less. She was going to be as loud as she wanted
and as often as she could. She was going to live this moment for all
it was worth. Every idle daydream, every mastubatory fantasy that had
lifted her to climax over the past few years had finally come true
under the most unlikely of circumstances.

Questions about the future of their friendship were pushed roughly
aside by Tina's caress. Resevervations were consumed by burning kisses
along Lisa's neck. Doubts were thrown away and forgotten by the nimble
and knowing fingers fucking her pussy.

The physical effect of the perfume was so powerful, foreplay was
breathing too hard. She had been in a state of heightened arousal all
day long; and as Tina brushed back her short brown hair and nibbled
her earlobe, fingers working expertly down below, Lisa suddenly cried
out loudly.

Her arms tightening around Tina's shoulders, she reach the plateau of
pleasure, and came with a howl. But Tina remembered and she kept
going, fingering deeper and faster, biting her neck hard enough to
leave an red impression on the dark flesh. Lisa raked nails across
Tina's back as she rose up a second time, then a third, before she
subsided.

Between kisses, Tina said, "Same old Lisa. A little nibble on the ear,
a finger in the pussy. Instant fireworks." She grinned. "Get used to
it, woman. It's going to happen a lot. You'll sleep for days by the
time I'm done making you come."

It was almost cheating, how easy it was for Tina to please her. But
then, she should know; they had talked about sex enough back in the
day. About what felt good, where they liked to be kissed or touched,
how hard or soft, fast or slow. In some ways, Lisa supposed, Tina was
the perfect lover for her *because* of their friendship and openness.

Tina climbed on top of her then, still kissing. She stroked her body
against Lisa's, breasts on breasts, stomach on stomach, groin on
groin. Her tuft of pale brown pubic hair rubbed over Lisa's black one.

Lisa spread her legs wide, and Tina's kisses began to slide slowly
down - lips, chin, neck, collar bone. At the firm peaks of her
cocoa-colored breasts, Tina's tongue licked wetly up and down the
valley between.

Tina kept descending, drawing out the anticipation like a kind of slow
torture. Even when Lisa began to grind her hips and made little
back-of-the-throat sounds of quickening need, still she was in no
hurry to complete her journey.

Finally she arrived at the sweet, glistening nexus of the groin, the
legs spread wide like an inviting platter of gourmet food. The visual
presentation was excellent, the fleshy folds of pink pussy arrayed in
perfect symmetry.

"Um, my favorite flavor," Tina said hungrily. "Chocolate cherry."

Lisa had a hand wrapped in Tina's hair. She pressed down on her head,
grinding her hips upward at the same time, desperately trying to force
her mouth the final inch into contact. The sounds she made were no
longer tiny; they were loud and aching with a mad desire.

Then without warning, Tina suddenly dove in, lips sucking lips in a
frenzy of motion. Her tongue flicked and swirled across the tasty
divide and probed its pink depths for the sweet panacea that lay
somewhere deep inside, waiting to be coaxed out.

Lisa arched her back, hips writhing up and down, both hands holding
Tina by the head. A great gasping cry escaped her as she almost came
simply from the relief flooding through her mind. The sensation that
seized her body was like none she had ever known.

But, as she soon discovered, it was a mere herald of the true pleasure
to come.

***

Christie enjoyed the act of sex, but she took greatest pleasure from
the power to make her lovers climax. She never experienced one
herself. This wasn't the fault of her lovers; they all had been very
conversant in the ways of the flesh. But even the most skillful could
not compete with her instinct for survival.

It was impossible for an assassin to be in complete control of every
situation, but one had to be guarded and aware at all times, even
during sex. Especially during sex. People were at their weakest then,
and many were the tales of catching targets inflagrante delecto with a
wife or a mistress or a prostitute.

Assassins shared a macabre sense of humor. They had nicknamed such
wetwork as "two-fers," and they regaled each other with the salacious
details. Even Christie had performed some, and every one had steeled
her resolve never to be caught so defenseless. She would never be the
fodder for jokes.

So Christie never allowed herself to get lost in the passion of love
and she never climaxed. She settled for assisting her lovers to reach
that peak of pleasure. Sometimes she stared in their eyes during the
moment of orgasm, searching for a vision of the paradise she forever
denied herself entry. Now she wanted to see Ayane experience that
moment.

Christie crawled on the bed between Ayane's spread legs. She ran her
index fingers along the ninja's lightly-tanned calves before gently
massaging them with her hands. Then with the soft whisper of flesh on
flesh, she slid up to the knees and thighs and finally to the ass
cheeks, admiring their flawless perfection.

Ayane looked back over her shoulder, her breath quickening at the
progress of the foreign touch up her body. As Christie's hands reached
her buttocks, a finger she couldn't see ran lightly up and down the
crack. She shivered, but clearly excited and eager for more.

Christie obliged, covering each cheek with tantalizing kisses and long
tender licks, tasting her lover's salty sweat and finding it good. She
ran her tongue slowly down the crack and teased with delicate flicks
the tight pink asshole waiting there patiently.

Ayane made a hissing sound, sucking in her breath suddenly. She moaned
and arched her ass higher to give easier access to her pink button,
demanding more attention.

Christie needed no further clarification. She pushed the cheeks apart
and began to lick the tiny asshole with vigor and passion, revelling
in the strength of her tongue to please. Each stroke dipped deeper and
dallied longer until the ninja groaned and writhed in pleasure.

"Lift up," Christie instructed, grabbing the extra pillow from the
head of the bed.

Ayane complied without a word, and Christie slid the pillow under her
hips, elevating her lower half even higher. She put the new position
to use with little hesitation; she had been teasing herself as well.

She bent down and licked the muscles of the tiny ninja's inner thighs
where they indented to reveal the hairless pussy. She kissed and
sucked the pink lips, drawing forth the clitoris from its sheath like
some shy creature from a burrow.

Ayane whimpered, her muscles tensing with the intensity of her
pleasure. Christie sucked until her face was glazed with juice. She
broke off and wiped it away with a grin.

"Don't stop," Ayane moaned.

"So you liked that?" Christie asked, stroking her ass. "You want some
more?" She leaned up and, brushing back the sweaty purple hair from
Ayane's face, kissed her on the lips. "I have something else you might
like better."

Ayane watched curiously as Christie opened the drawer on the
nightstand. She pulled out a dildo, long, black and rigid, and touched
its pebbled surface to her cheek, let her taste it with her tongue.

"What is that?" Ayane breathed, eyes half closed. She already seemed
to be imagining all the myriad possibilities.

"It's a little toy I brought," Christie said. "You want to play with
it?"

"Yes." It wasn't an answer so much as a submission.

Christie attached the dildo to its harness, strapped it on, and guided
the mushroom-shaped head to the damp pussy, glistening in
anticipation. Her breath fast and hard, Ayane spread her eager legs
wider.

Christie fucked Ayane slowly at first, content to save the last few
inches for later, but that did not last long. As the tiny ninja gasped
and groaned from the dildo sliding into her wet pussy, she suddenly
reached back and took hold of the shaft, trying to force it deeper.

Christie brushed away her hand and quickened her pace until she was
slamming the dildo into her. Ayane cried out at every thrust, her
pleasure spiraling quickly; until, gritting her teeth, her body
stiffened and she came with a keening cry.

***

"Sex is trust and honesty." Helena stared into Kasumi's upturned eyes.
"You have to trust your lover to tell her what you like, what feels
good to you."

"But I've never been with anyone," Kasumi replied in a soft and airy
voice. She appeared like someone lost in the throes of a wonderful
dream from which she did not ever want to wake. "I don't know what I
like."

"What do you want to do then?"

"I want to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you."

Helena gently brushed the bangs from her eyes. "I'm not sure if this
means anything, but I want you to know that even before the perfume I
found you beautiful. Not desirous, but beautiful. When I saw you
sitting beneath the tree last night, I thought I had never seen a more
lovely sight outside of a painting."

Kasumi kissed the palm of her hand and pressed it back to her cheek.
"I've always envied your elegance. It seemed to come so effortlessly,
as if you were born with it. Sometimes I wished I could be like you
someday."

Helena smiled. "That's very sweet. Thank you."

They kissed again then, completely releasing their hearts to the
desire burning within. If it could not be denied, perhaps it could be
shaped into something more than lust. Something precious and
meaningful. Or at least Helena hoped it could. Kasumi was an innocent.
She deserved that much at least.

When they broke the long passionate kiss, Kasumi almost swooned. Her
eyes were closed, as if a part of her mind had drifted away, her
breathing rapid and shallow.

"Please, Helena. Be my guide," the orange-haired girl whispered, "I
need you and I don't know what to do."

Helena had never been with a woman before and in her own way she was
just as lost. But she led her over to the side of the bed where she
sat. She unbuttoned the beautiful flowery bikini skirt and let it fall
to the floor, revealing the matching bottoms. She slid her fingers
beneath the straps and pressed her lips to the fabric.

Something else drifted to the floor and landed on the skirt. Helena
looked up and saw two perfect pale breasts topped with hard
cherry-colored nipples, rising and falling along with Kasumi's rapid
breath.

Helena pulled the bottom down slowly from the hips, watching for the
signs of pubic hair. There was none; Kasumi was shaved smooth, the
delicate pundenda exposed and swollen, a small beautiful flower in the
shadow between her thighs. She moved close for a taste of its nectar.

Kasumi gasped at the shiver of pleasure that burned through her body.
She held her hands to the back of Helena's head, urging for more with
gentle tension.

Helena pressed deeper into Kasumi's groin, mouthing the cleft, tongue
flicking across the sensitive flesh. She stroked the girl's trembling
legs and firm ass as she rose quickly to an orgasm that suffused her
entire body with light.

Gasping for breath, Kasumi suddenly teetered back on her feet. Helena
stood up to steady her.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I went too fast."

Kasumi wrapped her arms around Helena's shoulders; and, athough her
lips still glistened with saliva and secretions, she kissed Helena
deeply, making soft grunts of satisfaction in the back of her throat.

"Let me undress you," Kasumi said after.

Helena nodded and turned around. She felt Kasumi unzip the elegant
white evening dress and with a shrug of her shoulders it fell with an
effortless whisper to the floor. Then came the strapless bra. Kasumi
reached around and slipped the cups from her breasts, fingertips
lightly brushing the large pale areolae. The sheer panties were last;
and as she stepped out of them, when she was gloriously naked, Helena
faced her again.

Kasumi stroked Helena's breast. "It's so pretty. So perfect. May I
kiss it?"

Later on, when she thought back, Helena was never sure how she
replied. Maybe it was a yes or maybe it was a sigh. She could not hear
herself thinking above the pounding of her heart. She took Kasumi to
her chest and let her suck, feeling the fires in her loins begin to
consume her.

***

Hitomi knelt down with Leifang on the soft rug in the center of the
bathroom. Her breasts were free of the bikini top now, but she didn't
mind. It felt thrilling, even liberating, to be so exposed before her
friend. The compliments hadn't hurt, either.

Hitomi stood on her knees and allowed Leifang to pull down her bikini
bottom. It slipped quickly down her tanned thighs and, one knee at a
time, over the calves to her feet, where she kicked it off. Where it
landed she didn't know.

Leifang admired her naked form. Gently but firmly, she ran both hands
up Hitomi's body, tracing the curves, grazing the sides of her
breasts. Then she ensnared her graceful fingers in Hitomi's long brown
hair, cupped her face, and moved closer.

Her heart pounded rapidly as Leifang leaned in. Hitomi closed her
eyes, smelling, feeling, hearing the sweet, shallow breath on her
face. They brushed lips, but it was not a true kiss. The touch of a
feather, that was all, and then it was gone.

Leifang sat up and stuck out her breasts. They filled Hitomi's vision
and imagination. She had never seen such a beautiful sight.

"Do you like my titties?" Leifang asked softly. "Do they look like you
imagined?"

Better, because they were real, the hard pink nipples an inch from
Hitomi's lips. "Winter melons. That's what I thought they looked like
in my fantasy."

"For you, Hitomi, that's exactly what they'll be. Ripe and succulent
winter melons." She cupped her breasts and bounced them to show how
firm they were. "Want a little taste?"

Hitomi closed her eyes and a nipple began to trace her parted lips.
She stuck out the tip of her tongue and swirled it around in an
outward spiral until it was circling the entire areola.

Breathing heavily, Leifang groaned, "Umm, that's nice. Does my titty
taste good?"

Hitomi answered by putting her mouth on it and giving a nice, wet
suck, flicking the pink stub with her tongue as she pulled away.

Leifang hissed through her teeth. "Oh god, that drives me so crazy. Do
the other one."

Hitomi complied and then began to alternate between left and right, a
quick swirling suck on one and then the other and back again. Leifang
joined in the game, turning her chest to meet Hitomi's roving mouth,
grimacing in pleasure

Finally Hitomi pulled back. Like the tips of Leifang's tits, her mouth
glistened with saliva. She wiped it clean.

"Taste's good," she said, her breath shallow and quick. "Taste's like
you."

Leifang raised her chin and they kissed for real this time, tongues
slipping between lips in a moaning frenzy.

"My turn," Leifang said then.

Hitomi pulled back her shoulders and stuck out her chest, stroking the
other's shiny black hair. As Leifang began to fondle her breasts, she
undid the braids and let them fall to their natural length.

"Such rosy nipples," Leifang whispered hotly, thumbing them. "I love
all the little bumps, like goosebumps." She took one in her mouth and
bit down lightly.

Hitomi gasped, a shiver of pleasure running straight down to her
pussy. Leifang reached a hand behind and stroked her ass, squeezing a
cheek at the same moment her tongue began to flick repeatedly across
the erect nipple. Then her hand moved around the front, and she
lightly stroked Hitomi's vagina with a fingertip.

Her eyes shut tight at the exquisite sensation, Hitomi moaned loudly.
Every muscle in her body tensed as a finger slid into her flowing
pussy, the first time anyone had ever touched her there.

Almost involuntarily, her legs spread wider; and Leifang responded by
fingering her deep. Soon she had two stroking her, all the while the
Chinese girl's lips making little smacking sounds as she sucked
hungrily on Hitomi's nipple.

Then Leifang suddenly stopped. She reached up, kissed her hard and
long again, and then said in a husky voice: "Lean back for me. Spread
your legs wide."

Hitomi felt dazed. Her pussy and tit ached for more attention, but she
did as told. She fell back on her elbows. Leifang moved between her
legs. She kissed the belly button, dipped her tongue, then moved an
inch lower and planted another kiss, and another an inch lower than
that.

As she understood, Hitomi's breathing increased the further down she
got. Leifang kissed the chevron of light brown fluff, then the pink
bulb of her clitoris, drawing a great gasp of air from Hitomi.

Leifang's tongue licked up and down her pussy, kissing and sucking
wetly on the delicate pink folds of flesh.

Hitomi's mouth fell open, groaning loudly, her legs trembling with the
warmth filling her body. She held the back of Leifang's head, not
wanting it to end as suddenly as before.

But the Chinese girl had no intention of stopping. She quickened the
pace of her tongue's work, driven by her partner's sounds of mounting
pleasure. She used her finger again and sucked on the pink fleshy
bulb, until Hitomi was rocking her hips in time and her screams
bounced off the tile walls as she came.

***

Tina peaked at the exact moment the siderail snapped. The bed fell
sharply to the left. For a brief dizzying second, it felt like a part
of the climax itself. It was only when Tina heard Lisa laughing her
ass off that she realized what had happened.

"I don't believe it," Lisa said, laughing so hard she had tears. "We
broke the fucking bed. We actually broke the fucking bed."

"Well, hell, what do you expect," Tina said, laughing along with her.
"It probably wasn't designed for..." She glanced up at the clock on
the nightstand. "Two straight hours! It's a miracle it lasted as long
as it did! I can't believe we've been going that long."

"Getting a little tired over there?" Lisa said with a leering grin.

"You're gonna wish I had," Tina replied, smiling. "I'm gonna ride you
hard and put you away wet."

She grabbed Lisa by the ass and pulled her close for a kiss.

"What about the bed?" Lisa groaned against her open mouth.

"Screw the bed," Tina said. "Let's hope the floor is stronger."

They rolled off the slanted mattress dragging everything with them,
comforter, sheets and pillows, and tumbled across the carpet in a
giggling, tangled pile. When they finally came to a stop, Lisa threw
back the sheets covering her head. She was on top, straddling the big
blonde's waist, caressing her breasts.

"Look at these gorgeous tits," Lisa growled. "They're so huge. Ever
hear the saying more than a mouthful is a waste? Whoever said that was
nowhere near as hungry as I am."

She set upon them like a feast, pinching one distended nipple and
encompassing the other with her mouth, areola and all. She sucked and
flicked and bit down on the hard pink nub, raking it with her teeth.

Tina loved having big tits. She loved the startled look in a lover's
face when she unveiled them for the first time. An older guy she had
fucked while still in high school had been so overjoyed, he had looked
like he was about to weep.

Her tits had a direct, high-speed connection to her pussy and nothing
readied her more for a good hard shove than a suck. Her tits were rock
hard, but quite sensitive. Not enough to induce an orgasm, but she
didn't mind the trying.

Not sensitive enough under normal circumstances maybe, but these were
not normal. The perfume heightened physical sensations to unbelievable
levels of intensity and awareness; and as Lisa worked her tits and
nipples with passionate dedication to the task, Tina began to feel the
pressure building up inside like never before.

Soon enough she was thrusting her tits into Lisa's mouth as if she
could swallow them up whole. Lisa responded with her own groans of
pleasure and redoubled her already furious efforts, sucking and
pinching until it felt like two flaming, overloaded electrical wires
ran from her nipples to her throbbing vagina.

Lisa reached down and stroked a finger lightly up and down her pussy,
and that was more than enough to send Tina over the edge for good. She
came with a great gasp that seemed to stretch forever, and fell back
sweaty and limp from exhaustion.

Lisa fell by her side, just as tired.

"Oh, Lisa," Tina said when she caught her breath, "that was the most
intense orgasm I've had yet."

"You mean tonight?"

"I mean, ever."

Lisa turned her face and kissed her. "Thank you. I do my best."

"You did more than your best. My legs feel like linguine."

"Speaking of food, I'm getting a little hungry. Room service?"

"Does it mean I have to move? 'Cause I'm gonna need physical therapy
first."

Lisa giggled. "Yeah, I doubt I could even get to the phone right now."
She looked around. "Um, where is the phone by the way?"

"Last I saw it fell off the nightstand when the lamp broke."

Lisa looked surprised. "What? The lamp broke? When?"

"'Bout an hour ago. I think. It's all kind of a blur. You were
flailing your legs around, the lamp fell, pop, darkness."

"Oops. This room is a mess."

"And the phone is somewhere underneath it. You wanna look?"

Lisa snuggled into Tina's shoulder. "Later. I'm not that hungry."

"We don't need room service anyway," Tina said, reaching for her.
"There's plenty to eat right here."

"Hey, I thought you were tired," Lisa said with a grin.

"What can I say?" Tina replied as Lisa moved into a 69 position, "I
inherited my Father's constitution. You complaining?"

As Tina spread her legs wide and Lisa straddled her face, she heard
her friend say, "Umm, no complaints at this end. What about you?"

Tina stroked the chocolate-colored thighs and stared up hungrily at
the wet pussy inches from her face

"You have a four-star restaurant, Lisa," she said.

***

Kasumi would never forget the moment she climaxed for the first time.

She lay in bed, arms outstretched, tossing her head side to side in an
sweeping orange fan of ecstasy. The sheets had bunched around her
waist and her naked breasts glistened with sweat in the moonlight.

Helena lay partially concealed between her spread legs, her bobbing
head making the silk whisper. Felt but unseen, she spread Kasumi's
pussy with her fingers. Her tongue darting down upon the soft wet
center, she pushed Kasumi to the highest plateau of pleasure.

Kasumi arched and cried out, as a million fluttering butterflies
exploded in her body, and then slowly, slowly, she settled back. The
pillow seemed softer in some way she couldn't explain. The whole room
more real and present.

Helena moved up her body and kissed her softly, the taste a curious
mixture of the two of them. She rolled off to lay by Kasumi's side as
happy and as tired as she. For a time, they were content to hold each
other and quietly stare at the shadows play on the ceiling.

"Thank you," said Kasumi. "That was...an amazing experience."

"You don't have to thank me," Helena replied. "I'm glad I could make
your body feel so good. Your pleasure is mine, too. We can do it again
when you feel up to it."

"Can we do it together?"

"We can do that, too. No hurry, though. When you're ready."

Kasumi caressed the French woman's bare breast. "I feel ready right
now." The hand slid to her stomach and then to her pussy. "If it's
okay with you."

Helena smiled. "Minx."

Side by side they spooned, their faces buried between each other's
legs, and went to work. At first she mirrored Helena's actions as
best she could. When Helena's tongue licked her lengthwise, she
licked lengthwise. When Helena swirled, she swirled. A pinch of
lips and tongue was followed by another, just as soft or just as
hard.

It felt wonderful to be so connected to another person. To know that
the shiver you felt as she sucked was the shiver she felt as you
sucked, that the golden glow you felt lighting up your body was the
golden glow you tasted on your tongue, a feeling you had in some way
given to yourself by giving to another.

Kasumi may have had more enthusiasm than experience, but she had
always been praised as a quick study, be it school or martial arts,
and the anatomy of pleasure was no different.

Soon, as she became slowly conscious of the differences between
Helena's pussy and her own, the different spots where they were most
sensitive, Kasumi began improvising.

Helena seemed more sensitive further down, so Kasumi's tongue dallied
there, licking the tiny fold of flesh at the bottom. She was rewarded
with a loud groan and the tightening of the legs on her back. As her
tongue flickered back and forth, she accidentally caressed the
puckered pink asshole, and Helena's fingers gripped her thighs.

Kasumi's tongue instantly darted over her asshole, each stroke evoking
a gasp and tremor from her lover that shuddered through her as well.
She slow-handed the pussy with gentle fingers until Helena was
whimpering on the verge of tears it felt so good.

Body trembling, arms and legs clamped tight around Kasumi, Helena had
abandoned her own task. Kasumi didn't mind, though. Maybe it would
come later or maybe not at all. It did not matter. Helena had rescued
her, shown her a great kindness, and now she wanted to return it.

Kasumi didn't need to hear Helena to know that she was going to come.
Just as she could tell where the roulette marble would fall at the
casino, so could she sense the sensation in in Helena's body that
would grow to orgasm.

If Kasumi concentrated, she could picture it in her mind. At first she
saw it like a cloud of warm light suffusing Helena's loins. For some
reason, though, that didn't feel right to her. There was more to it
than that.

Kasumi stretched her psychic sense deeper. As her mind raced down
through the cloud, it began to dissipate. When it cleared, she found
something glorious beneath.

There was a great plant in Helena's spirit. Its roots were in her
pussy, but it had branches extending to every part of her body. Where
her breasts were outside, magnificent flowers bloomed on the inside,
glorious iridescent petals brightly catching the sunlight.

Smaller bulbs rose on other parts of the plant and Kasumi sensed these
corresponded with Helena's errogenous zones. That spray there up top
might have been the nape of her neck. Another patch a little further
down maybe the collar bone. On the outside, Kasumi's hand brushed past
Helena's belly button, and on the inside, a sudden bursting of color
half way down the trunk was the reaction.

As Helena began the quickening ascent to orgasm, small buds began to
erupt all over the bare branches until they were blanketed with them.
Far below, the roots started groaning. They pushed deeper into the
soil that was her pussy, sucking energy up the great trunk as the
climax neared and then dispersing it outward along the many branches.

Helena came with a gasp of pleasure; but Kasumi didn't hear it.
Instead, she saw the tree explode into bloom, a million flowers
suddenly bursting to life. For one lingering instant, the tree *was*
life itself; and then it slowly lost color and began to wilt, the
petals falling in a slow motion. The tree was returning to its bare
state to wait for the next time when it would bloom again.

Kasumi was in tears when she moved to look at Helena's tired but happy
face.

"What's the matter?" she whispered. "Why are you crying?"

Kasumi sniffed. "Because you look very beautiful when you come."

***

During sex, Christie was always on top. She straddled men's cocks and
women's tongues from the same dominant position. Not that her lovers
were weaklings. She liked muscular men and agile women for sexual
partners. As far as they were concerned, Christie was on top because
she was always on top, and that was the way it was if you wanted to
have sex with her.

And they did want to have sex with Christie, as often as her mercurial
moods allowed, for she was skilled in many arts, not just those for
fighting. No lover of hers ever complained because she always had to
be on top, and if any of them wondered why she always had to, they
never asked.

The truth was simple enough, though. Christie had to watch the door.
At all times she had to be on guard. She had many bitter enemies and
jealous rivals who would love to be able to say they had caught her in
a "two-fer." If keeping guard meant she had to dominate her lovers, so
be it.

But if Christie had thought Ayane would accept being dominated, she
was quickly shown the error of her thinking.

Ayane was not of the disposition to lay on her back and groan like all
the others. She was vocal about what she wanted and assertive about
getting it. She demanded to be an active participant in the encounter,
to fuck as well as to be fucked.

The spry little Japanese ninja matched her sexual aggression and at
times even trumped it. Her inexperience in bed did not lead to
timidity; in fact, if anything it seemed to make her even more bold.
When she took over, she made everything before seem like foreplay.

Christie had never made love with anyone like her and it evoked a
feeling that was utterly foreign in her sexual history - trepidation.
It raised her to a level of arousal she had never before experienced.
Her skin burned with firing nerve ends.

They switched positions. Christie tossed the pillow aside and propping
herself up on her arms so she could still see the door. She spread her
legs invitingly.

The purple pixy seemed to know almost intuitively how to pleasure a
woman, She licked the moist swollen pussy and sucked the unsheathed
clit with far more self-assurance than Christie had at her age.

But for all her enthusiasm, Christie could rise only so high. She had
to keep an eye on the door at all times.

Ayane ate her fill of pussy and looked up, her face wet. Christie bent
forward and, after a brief kiss of tongues, saw that Ayane was holding
the dildo.

"Show me how to put this on," she said with an almost predatory grin.

Christie helped strap on the harness and then, as Ayane played with
her new little toy, she moved to straddle her.

"What are you doing?" Ayane asked.

"I'm going to be on top," Christie explained.

"Who says?" she snapped, and then forcibly pushed Christie on her
back. "I want to fuck you like a man."

Before she could protest, Ayane had her legs apart and slid the
pebbled cock hard into her pussy.

Christie moaned at the sudden penetration and the quick succession of
them that followed. In her ecstasy, she almost forgot the door, almost
forgot the death awaiting the unwary on the other side. But she
quickly regained control.

Ayane pulled out and crawled up Christie's body until she was
straddling her chest.

"Lick it," she demanded, holding the dildo's black head before
Christie's mouth. "I want you to taste yourself."

Christie took the head in her mouth and obediently sucked the
glistening juice. She licked the shaft with her tongue until it was
clean, it tasted so good.

Ayane unbuckled the harness and tossed it aside, detaching the dildo
first, which she used to stroke Christie's cheek.

"I'm not done with this just yet," she said. She spun around so that
her pussy was directly above Christie. "I want you to eat me while I'm
fucking you with this."

Christie felt a small tremor of fear. She wouldn't be able to see the
door.

"Ayane..." she tried to protest, but the little ninja cut her off.

"Did I ask for an opinion?" she shouted. "Just shut up and eat my
fucking pussy."

The dildo began sliding in and out again and Christie felt that rush
of ecstasy. Ayane was a master of manipulation, angling it just so,
catching the most sensitive parts of her pussy with a wonderful,
painful friction. She closed her eyes at a dizzying spiral of pleasure
she had never known.

But she couldn't see the door. Ayane was blocking her vision, her
pussy looming large in her eyes. But the pleasure, the dildo sliding
in and out, Ayane stroking her thighs and lips, dildo sliding in and
out, in and out, a tingling gold warmth spreading throughout her loins
in waves of pleasure, in and out, in and out.

She couldn't see the door...

...And she didn't care!

Her legs wrapped around Ayane's back, locking ankles. She seized the
ass above her with one hand and drove her face sucking and licking
with feverish lust into the soft glistening center. If Death took her,
she would stretch the moment before into a lifetime.

"Finally," Ayane groaned, her lips set in a savage grin of both
victory and ecstasy. "I was wondering when you would show up." Then
she bent again to her own task, matching the speed of Christie's
growing feeding frenzy.

The sound of Christie's building climax was a rumble that grew louder
and louder. When the gates of that paradise through which she could
only lead her lovers finally at long last opened for her, the sound of
her cry was not an exclamation of that moment's pleasure; it was the
culmination of years of waiting for it.

***

On the couch in Zack's office, Nikki was roused from sleep by an
unbelievably loud cry. It seemed to come from somewhere above. Several
floors above.

"Holy shit," she said. "What the fuck was that?"

She got up and noticed the secret passageway for the first time.
Sounds emerged from the far end. Cautiously, she entered.

"I was wondering where you got to," Nikki said, stepping into the
monitoring room. She glanced at the scenes unfolding on the TV screens
and shook her head.

"I thought you were up to something fishy inviting all those girls,"
she said. "Of course, I didn't realize that was literal. My, how
surprising, all the Amazons are dikes. Who would have guessed?"

Despite her sarcasm, Nikki sat on the arm of Zack's chair and watched
along with him. It was actually quite hot once she got into it, all
the licking and sucking and fingering. They were certainly very
enthusiastic about their orientation, she gave them that.

Soon Nikki felt that familiar flush hardening her nipples and wetting
her pussy. Zack had his dick out, slowly stroking the solid eight
inches.

Nikki undid her silk dress and it whispered to the floor. She was
naked beneath. She bent over the console and spread her legs, hints of
her glistening pink pussy just barely visible in the low light.

"You can watch them," she breathed. "But you fuck me."

Zack didn't need a second invitation. He mounted Nikki from behind and
began thrusting into her, hard and fast just the way she liked it;
while in front, the crystal clear images on the plasma monitors seized
his imagination and fantasy took him away.

***

The sign above the door read: "LOST EDEN - ABANDON ALL
CONDOMS, YE WHO ENTER!"

Dressed in a metallic silver one piece tight enough to proclaim he was
uncircumsized and damn proud of it, Zack entered the room where Tina
and Lisa writhed around on the floor. Their faces were buried between
their legs in a groaning, dripping-wet clit-lick-fest. Rock music
circa 1974, heavy on the wah-wah, rose in the background from an
unseen source.

"Did somebody order a shot of Vitamin Spoog?" Zack shouted.

Taking hold of his crotch, he ripped a huge hole in the silver
spacesuit in a single motion. His throbbing ten-inch black tree trunk
rose from his green pubic hair forest, the urethral opening expanding
and contracting, sniffing for any nearby pussy.

As he held their heads, Tina and Lisa licked his shiny veiny shaft
like a giant black candy cane. Then Tina, her face wet with their
combined saliva, grinned and bent over on hands and knees. She wiggled
her ass invitingly.

"Have a bit of this," Tina said, as Lisa spread the bright wet lips of
her friend's crack like a Price Is Right model. "You never had it so
good, baby. Money back guarantee."

Holding his rock-hard cock, Lisa led him over behind Tina and lined up
the swollen head with her friend's anxious wet tunnel of love. Zack
treasured the moment before, knowing there was only one first
time...except for that Prairie Dog he'd dubbed "Tina," which had
proved an unsatisfactory substitute, may it rest in peace in Rodent
Heaven, amen.

Zack got a good firm grip on Tina's hip with his left hand, squeezed a
tittie with the other, and slammed his ten-inch manmeat in deep.

Tina convulsed wildly. "OH, FUCK YEAH!" she screamed. "FUCK ME,
ZACK BABY! FUCK ME GOOD AND HARD!"

And he did. He fucked her so hard that when she came it struck like a
lightning bolt. Her Love Juice drooled past his ramrod like a finger
in a dike. Tina roared her pleasure to the heavens and promptly passed
out, a seraphic smile on her sleeping face.

Zack kept slamming her, making her come in her dreams. As the pressure
built up in his throbbing cock, he pulled out and fucked Tina's ass
crack, shooting jizz over her cheeks and back.

Lisa spread her legs and pouted. "Don't I get some, Zackie-wackie?"

Zack held his stiff staff before the glistening gates of her Rose
Palace and rubbed one off, spraying a gusher of stickiness over her
thighs and belly. Pussy drooling white seed, Lisa fingered herself
like a fondue, smeared some on her titties and hungrily licked her
fingers clean.

"I'm full at both ends!" she chirruped happily, fishing and sucking.

Before he could say "There's more where that came from," the
spacesuit's single antenna suddenly bonered to life. It sensed there
was cumless pussy somewhere nearby. It bobbed left, it bobbed right,
searching, searching; and then, sproing! it pointed to the right.
Spoog Man to the rescue!

He raced into the next room, where Ayane was sucking on...A STRAP-ON
DILDO! NO! Quickly, before there was permanent damage, he rushed over
and turned her mouth away from the foul faux fellatio. Her shiny
purple eyes went wide on the real veiny deal.

Zack held her lilac head and guided her. "That's it, good girl, good
girl. Work the tongue, God gave it to you for a reason, so work it.
Yeah, swish it around like a tootsie pop, baby. Oh yeah, take it all
in, take it all in. No no, little nibble's okay, sugar, little
nibble's good. Yeah, take those black balls, umm yeah, that's it,
stroke 'em good. Yeah, I got your stuff, oh yeah, daddy's got your
secret sauce..."

At the last moment, Zack pulled out and jerked off. Ayane strained to
stick out her tongue as far as possible, making soft little sounds,
gently kneading his balls. Zack grunted as the hot spoog flew in
sticky ropes, in her mouth, in her hair, on her face, on her tits.
When his sack was finally dry, the purple pixy looked like a Pollack
painting.

Throughout all this, Christie had worked her dripping split to a
groaning, moaning climax with the dildo. Somehow although she was four
feet away, she got covered in a thick coat of Zack's thick jizzy
juice, too.

"How intriguing," she said. She laid on her back and spread her legs.
"I thought you were never going to get around to me."

"You're all funky with my spunky, baby," he said. "Clean up and we'll
get down to it."

She rubbed the jizm into her tits and licked it off her fingers.
"Ummm, tastes good. Want to help me?"

Zack did an all-over body shiver, disgusted at the thought,. "Come on,
baby. Spoog Man doesn't taste his own spoog. That's too gay. Now hurry
up. Got places to be and cunts to satisfy."

Christie's tongue snaked out and slurped every inch of her body clean.
It slicked back and parted her hair, too. Even Zack, who'd seen and
performed every kind of sexual deviance imaginable, was duly
impressed.

"That is one talented tongue, baby," he said. "Hmm, maybe next time.
Right now, though, I feel the need to salute your Rear Admiral."

Christie rolled over and spread her ass. Zack slid inside her, giving
a whistle at the sweet tightness that swallowed his anal probe. He
reached under and fingered her dripping cunt.

Zack pounded home, Christie groaning as her head bounced off the
floor, until she passed out. He pulled out, jerked off on her
unconscious body, and left.

Zack flew into the next room, where a patiently horny Leifang and
Hitomi waited for him, fingering each other absent-mindedly.

"Ladies, what'll it be? I got Viagra and RU-486!"

They tittered. "Oh, Zack! Stop teasing! You know we can't count that
high!"

Zack had to choose fast. Which was more important, male virility or
female protection?

"Viagra it is then!" He swallowed the entire bottle of blue boner
pills. The Popeye fanfare blared. His Weapon of Mass Erection quickly
exploded to super-charged, hyper-engorged dimensions. Leifang, who was
sitting too close, got hit on the forehead and went flying.

With the Chinese girl momentarily dazed - and quite possibly concussed
- Zack gave his hard-on attention to Hitomi's pretty little pink twat.
She brought her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around her
knees, giving a nice wide open wet-spot to aim for.

But Zack teased Hitomi first. He wouldn't go any deeper than the
mushroom-shaped head, pushing in and pulling out, and it quickly drove
her insane.

"Please, Zack, please, let me have it all," Hitomi begged. "Please,
please, I can't take it, I want it all, oh fuck, I wanna feel the
ballslap on my asshole, please..."

Without warning, he pounded home every inch of his black fatty; and
Hitomi came in one thrust, her eyes rolling to the whites, the pussy
juice flowing out with the same volume of a pregnant woman breaking
her water.

Her ecstasy was so intense that when she opened her mouth, nothing
came out. Her vocal cords, knowing they could never express the depth
of pleasure Hitomi felt, said "Oh, fuck it," and didn't even try.

Hitomi mouthed the words, "Thank you," and passed out.

Zack got up, noted that Hitomi's legs were apparently locked in place,
possibly indicating a spinal injury of some sort, shrugged, and went
to check on Leifang.

The Chinese girl was shaking her head trying to clear out the cobwebs,
when she saw him coming over. She did a double-take, rubbed her eyes,
and then laid on her back.

"Wow, I got knocked for a loop," she said. "For a second there it
looked like you had two cocks." Her hands stroked the insides of her
creamy white thighs. "Too bad you don't. I'd like to get fucked in the
ass and pussy at the same time."

Zack held up his hand. "Well, I guess this is your lucky day, baby
girl. 'Cuz I got the next best thing right here. I can palm a
basketball."

Leifang smiled. "Ummm, I'd like that. But a lot of people can palm a
basketball."

"Oh? With one finger?"

"HOLY FUCK! WHAT IS THAT!"

Zack grinned, his suddenly ten-inch middle finger curling in a
come-hither gesture. "Why you think I got on this silver spacesuit,
baby? It increases my natural abilities. Lets me do all kinds of umm
umm nasty."

As Leifang slid down his black flagpole, Zack saluted her by sticking
his elongated finger in her other tight pink funhole, alternating
thrusts in clockwork precision, like two pistons in a car engine.
Moaning loudly, she bent over and bounced her titties in his face. He
took hold of a swollen pink pebble and raked it hard with his teeth.
She spiraled to ever greater heights of pleasure.

Leifang came in a quick succession of shuddering orgasms, drenching
Zack with a mixed concoction of sweat and pussy juice, which just left
more room for his own sticky. As she emptied herself, he generously
filled her back up with steaming jets of jizzy until Leifang went limp
in his arms.

Then, gently, lovingly, he laid her on the floor, and promptly pissed
on her, whistling under his breath, "~ Raindrops are falling on my
head ~"

Barely conscious, Leifang still managed a satisfied grin. "H-how did
you kn-know?"

The bobbing antenna on Zack's head glowed brightly at the tip.

"Cuz I'm Spoog Man, baby," he said, shaking off the last few drops. "I
got spoogy sense. Lets me know how girls like to get their freak on
without all that talky-talk crap."

"You're such a giver," Leifang whispered; but Zack had already flown
out the door to the next tasty twat in need of rescue from a sad
schlong-less existence.

Zack had barely gotten through the door of the final room when Helena
tripped him to the floor, leaped in the air, and splits-speared his
spirit stick.

Helena's eyes bugged out. "Oh. My. I believe I just rearranged my
internal organs...and it felt so fucking GOOD!"

She started doing a floor exercise while Kasumi sat on his face,
squiggling and giggling.

"That tickles!" she squealed.

Zack licked and shlurped Kasumi with his seven-inch garden snake while
Helena happily impaled herself. Moaning in never-before-imagined
ecstasy, the girls' huge titties rubbed against the others as they
frenched.

Helena cried out, "MY SPLEEN!" Her cunt-shuttle lifted off his support
tower in a great thundering blast of sticky fuel. An expression of
overwhelming bliss illuminated her face like a once-in-a-lifetime
celestial event as she fell unconscious to the side, the muscles of
her legs twitching convulsively.

"Ooh," Kasumi said, catching sight of Zack's still-hard anaconda.
"I've never seen one of these before. May I kiss it, Mr. Zack?"

Zack tried to say, "Please help yourself, my dear," but since her pink
plunger of love was still suctioned to his face it came out,
"shlumurfle."

Kasumi gingerly licked the swollen tip for taste, decided she liked
it, and then, employing a secret Mugen Tenshin blowjob technique,
swallowed the entire length of black sword in a single breathless gulp
and kung-fucked it with her tonsils.

Against such an onslaught, Zack never stood a chance. His loveglock
shot the contents of his left nut, chambered the right, and went off
again.

"Ummm," Kasumi said, licking stray runners of jizz off her face, "that
was good!" Then she saw his cock had gone soft, and she felt sad. "But
I want more..." She pursed her lips. "Mr. Zack, can you make it hard
again? I want to swallow more cum."

Shh-BOING-OING!! It almost took out her eye.

Kasumi clapped her hands, happy again. "Ummm, more yummy for my
tummy!"

She barely got her mouth around the head when the door exploded
inward. Tina, Hitomi, Ayane, Christie, Leifang, and Lisa all rushed
inside.

"We want to swallow Zack's cum, too!" they shouted in unison.

They fell to his sides like pigs at a trough and began licking his
thick greasy flagpole. But a moment later Lisa suddenly exclaimed:
"Oh my GAWD! Look at his BALLS!!"

Zack's nuts had tripled in size, smoothing out the wrinkles of his
dark sack. They swirled around inside like two insane bees churning
out gallons of honey in a hive.

Helena explained. "Zack knows the cum capacity of his balls at normal
size would not be enough to satisfy us all, so he has willed them to
grow big enough that we might all share in the sublime joy of
swallowing his royal spoog!"

"HURRAY!!!" they shouted in unison.

They fell sucking and licking on his cock like a pack of dehydrated
animals. Zack felt the pressure building up in his balls. He was going
to shoot a geyser of sweet pearl jam.

Ummm, the girls ummed, ahhh, they ahhhed, oooh, they ooohed; and
beneath their tender attentions, his majestic black bastinado began to
grow, ten and a half inches, eleven and a three-quarters, twelve...

At fifteen and a half inches and the girth of the fat end of a
baseball bat, his cock began to vibrate like a skyscraper in an
earthquake.

The girls gathered above in a tight circle, drooling mouths held wide
in anticipation of his precious sticky seed. Every drop was sacred.
None could be wasted.

"Oh no," Zack said, the pressure inside building to hitherto
unimaginable proportions. He was going to explode like Vesuvius! Like
Krakatoa!!

A rumbling sound began inside his balls, quickly growing louder, until
it drowned out his thoughts.

"I'M...GOING...TO..."

***

The fantasy shattered into a thousand mirrored shards and tinkled to
the floor. Zack cried out as the sensations along the length of his
cock suddenly concentrated at the glans, like a black hole of infinite
pleasure and pain, and he ejaculated into Nikki's pussy.

As he gasped for breath, heart pounding, Nikki held his sweaty face
and kissed his throat, his chin, his cheek, his lips.

"A girl could definitely get used to that," she said softly. She
nuzzled his neck and smiled. "That cologne I gave you smells so good.
The clerk at the gift shop said it was made from the same formula as
the perfume you gave me."

Zack's eyes widened in shocked realization.

"OH, HELL NO!"

"What's the matter?" Nikki asked. She got up on her elbows and one of
them accidentally pressed the console's erase button.

On the room monitors arrayed upon the wall, eight women kissed,
licked, sucked, fucked, caressed, fondled, stroked, rubbed, groaned,
moaned, gasped, giggled, loved, and came.

Until finally, pleasantly exhausted, they lay in their lover's warm
embrace and drifted off to sleep.

***

Helena thanked the Concierge and tucked the credit card and receipt in
her purse. Several bellboys were standing by to wheel out the luggage
carts and take them to the plane to be loaded.

She paused a moment in the middle of the lobby, as she always did at
the conclusion of a vacation, to assess her experiences there. The
memories were usually pleasant ones.

Here, though, they were complicated. She hated Zack for what he had
done, manipulating her emotions for his perverted desire. He could
never be forgiven for that.

But.

She remembered the sad little blue flower trapped in cold shadow,
slowly dying; and how it had blossomed into a thing of such
astonishing beauty it nearly crushed her heart to feel such joy.

It was the tainted perfume that forced she and Kasumi to act the way
they did. It wouldn't, couldn't have happened any other way. The
feelings of desire they'd given in to last night were something they
couldn't resist.

But as spellbound as they were in that lust-crazed urgency, Helena
remembered one thing very clearly.

They'd been kissing, eyes bound to each other, when it seemed that for
just a moment the veil of artificial passion had lifted. And they had
looked at each other, seeing truly.

Helena had felt something more, something deeper, than was the power
of the perfume to grant. Somehow she knew Kasumi had felt the same.

But it was only a moment. It passed as quickly as it had rose, leaving
only the irresistible imperative of the perfumed lust.

What did that mean? she wondered now. She did not know. Not yet.

Helena had quietly exited the bed, where Kasumi still slept soundly,
and went back to her own room. She didn't run into any of the others,
for which she was profoundly glad.

The perfume had still stirred the ashes of her libido, but it was
considerably weakened by then, enough that she could ignore the stray
thoughts that drifted into her mind.

Thoughts of a pretty flower and a young ninja sitting beneath a palm
tree.

She'd packed and called down to the lobby to send someone to help her
with her luggage. When the carts arrived, she'd taken a final look
around the room and left to check-out.

In the lobby, the moment of reflection passed. Helena turned to go.

Kasumi was standing by the side of the door, the leafy shadows of a
potted palm partially obscuring her face. She came forward into the

light hesitantly, her hands held behind her.

"Ohayo," she said.

"Good morning to you, too," Helena replied. "Do you feel better?"

Kasumi nodded. "I still have those...feelings...but..."

"They're not as strong. I know. It feels a bit like a hangover. Does
your head hurt?"

"A little."

"Some aspirin might help."

Helena regretted sounding so flippant, but didn't know what else to
say. They were trying to hold a normal conversation about something
that was not. How was that even possible? Answer, it wasn't. They fell
into an uncomfortable silence.

The last of the luggage carts passed outside. Kasumi seemed to see
them for the first time.

"You're leaving?" she asked.

"Yes. I wanted to catch the first flight out," Helena said. "I have
some urgent business to attend to. There will be another plane later
this afternoon. So if you wanted to go..."

Kasumi looked down, scuffed a sandaled toe on the carpet. "I guess I
will. It's just...I'm just...feeling a little disoriented, I guess."

"I know. I am, too." Helena took a breath. "If you want my advice, I'd
say get away from this island as quickly as possible. Go back to your
routine, try to put it behind you. That's what I intend to do."

"Will that really help?"

Helena shrugged. "It wouldn't hurt to try. We're all going to have to
deal with this in our own way. I'm sure we will. All of us, we're
fighters, warriors. We'll get through this. I'm sure of that much."

"Were you serious about bringing Zack up on charges?"

Helena had thought about it. She wanted to. More than that, she
should. But she knew she wouldn't.

Although Zack deserved to be arrested and jailed for what he'd done,
in some way, doing that felt like it would betray that one pure moment
they had shared together. She couldn't bring herself to do that. Not
to either of them.

"I won't be bringing charges," Helena said; and then she laughed.
"I'll probably just hire Tina to beat the crap of him."

Kasumi smiled, but she looked like she still had something on her
mind. Finally, in a tiny voice that sounded scared and lost, she said,
"What happens now?"

Helena needed no elaboration. She knew exactly what Kasumi was saying.
She had posed that very question to herself many times in the past few
hours but was still no closer to an answer.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "But I do know my business
interests won't wait while I try to figure it out. So I have to
leave."

Kasumi's shoulders seemed to sag a little. She bit her lower lip in
indecision.

"May I give you something, then?" she asked.

"What is it?"

She brought her hands around and held out the hibiscus from the
previous night for her to see. It was slightly wilted, tinged brown at
the edges of the petals, but bright and blue still.

Helena caught her breath.

"I know you tried to protect me last night," Kasumi said, her head
bowed. "Or as much as you could. I wanted you to know that your
kindness and gentleness, it meant something. I will never forget. I
wish I had something more to give you to show my thanks, but I don't.
I can only hope this will suffice."

Helena took the offered flower from her hands, catching a hint of its
scent. It still smelled sweet.

Kasumi bowed and turned to leave.

But the Japanese girl had only gone a few steps when Helena surprised
herself by calling out, "Kasumi?"

The Japanese girl turned back, her face lit up hopefully.

Helena looked at the flower again and smiled.

"Have you ever been to Paris?" she asked.

The End

Written by DW