The resort was on a small Caribbean island called High Beacon. It was exclusive, eye-wateringly expensive and beautiful. Expense was no object to me now because I was not, at that time, the impoverished Gala but, thanks to the Trinity, I was Tanya Moreton: orphaned at the age of six and cared for by nuns in a small convent in America before being sent to a private school in England and later to an art college in France.
This education was paid for by an inheritance from a seriously rich uncle who resided in the Bahamas. This explained the significant fortune in an investment company I owned and my extravagant lifestyle.
“People believe wealth, Tanya.” Erin had said this when briefing me. “Wealth doesn’t just impress, it convinces. She will recognise it, understand it, believe it. You need to believe it too. Lucy will help you.”
I had come to the island to meet Maria di Salvatore. She was not aware of this but she was the Trinity’s next mark and I was, as Erin had put it, the pathfinder.
“She is married to Salvatore di Salvatore who is eight, almost blind and as gay as the Venice Carnivale. Maria, thirty-five, is the de facto head of the Salvatore family now and she is responsible for all their business, legitimate and illegal. The latter includes human trafficking, drugs and extortion. The legitimate is mainly food products from Italy to the USA and fashion shops. She is evil.”
I left my room wearing a diaphanous white gown over my swimsuit, a deep red one piece. Lucy had bought it for me. It was good on my type of body. I made my way to the poolside bar and sat in a comfortable rattan chair beside a table and waited. In places like this, you weren’t kept waiting long.
A young waitress, maybe twenty-four and wearing a smart uniform of black shorts and a white shirt came to me, took my order for a Bloody Mary and was back within moments bearing the long glass which she placed on my table. I thanked her. Rich people probably don’t do that but I’d done enough waitressing to know that a little politeness goes a long way. I opened the book I had taken and was soon absorbed in it.
“Let her come to you. She is a predatory lesbian, rather like Lucy.” Lucy had smiled at this point. The three of us were lying in bed having just had a fabulous time. We had been four but Diabla was despatched to get wine. “The less you seem attracted to her, the more she will want you.”
I asked the question. “Why me?”
“Because you are untainted. You have no criminal record, you have no family, you have no weakness. And also, because you are Lucy’s, aren’t you?” Of course I was. “Then you are ours.”
Maria di Salvatore was not a classic Italian beauty. Short, close-cropped black hair, dark eyes, face too long, teeth too big but a body to die for with legs that seemed to be never-ending. She was sitting at a table, an ice bucket of champagne beside her and an attentive waitress who refilled her glass whenever it needed it. She wore a pair of khaki pleated shorts and a white t-shirt that did nothing to conceal her substantial breasts.
“Excuse me, Madam.” I looked up, slightly annoyed to be disturbed. The book was ‘The Story of O’ which I had read many times but each time I found something new, something surprising and, as usually happened, my cunt was wet as I read. It was also intended to appeal to Maria. I tried not to snap.
“What is it?”
“The lady over there,” she pointed to Maria, “she has asked me to ask you to join her.”
“Please thank her but I’d prefer to be alone just now thank you. I wouldn’t be very good company.” With that, I returned to reading my book smiling inwardly.
“Anyone who says ‘no’ to her is immediately far more attractive.”
Lucy had decided at that point to fuck me again. She rolled me onto my front and parted my legs before easing her feeldoe into me. Erin smiled and kept talking. “She’ll be desperate to fuck you and we want her to.” I looked up at her a bit startled. “We want you to get close to her. You’re just her sort, submissive but no pushover, beautiful and lesbian. The bit she doesn’t know is that you’re clever. She thinks she’s clever but then, she never came up against the Trinity and our girl, did she?” She kissed me then as Lucy lifted my hips and began to give me a good, rough fucking. “Oh, Gala, if you could see yourself as we see you.”
Lucy held me later in what had become ‘our’ bed. “You know you’ll have to let her fuck you?”
I went back to my suite where I ran a cold shower after which I lay on my bed and thought about Lucy. As so often happened when I thought of her, my legs spread and I began to stroke and finger myself, eyes closed, images of her over me, under me, beside me but always, always in me. Not always in my cunt either. She loved taking my arse, maybe even more sometimes. My orgasm was a soft sigh and a little arching of my back. Orgasms aren’t always mind-bending!
I found an envelope had been pushed under the door to my suite just as I was about to go down to dinner.
‘Ms Moreton,
I invited you to join me for a drink earlier but you refused. I hope you won't refuse to join me for dinner.
I am interested to meet you for business reasons. At 8 pm you will find me in the cocktail lounge, do please come.
Maria di Salvatore’
I checked my watch - 8 pm. I went back to my sitting room and watched tv for fifteen minutes. I then changed out of the dress I had chosen for its sexiness and chose instead a long but dull shirt dress. I was naked under it.
Don’t dress for her when you meet her. Behave as if you are totally uninterested.
How different the lives of the rich are from the rest of us. The tough bit for me was behaving as if it wasn’t all new and exciting, perhaps even a little obscene. A fawning bar manager welcomed me and I said I’d been asked to join Ms di Salvatore. God, you’d have thought I’d said I was meeting a president or senior royal. However much respect I already had just through being able to afford to stay there, I had accrued more by mentioning that name.
