“Busy, busy, busy,” I mused, seated in the voyeur room, as I watched Jessica on one of the surveillance monitors. Even though she had spent most of the day cleaning around the mansion and truly deserved a break, Jessica was still hard at work. I smiled as the luscious blonde knelt down and swept up some debris with a broom and dustpan. “I really should give you a raise, girl,” I nodded, grinning.
Indeed, just as her grandmother Louisa promised, Jessica had turned out to be a wonderful housekeeper for me. She was not quite as polished as Louisa when it came to cooking, but Jessica was such a hard and tireless worker. It seemed as though whenever I saw her, she was doing something which pertained to her job. That was excellent, of course, but I also wished that Jessica would do more with the other girls.
Jessica still had that wide-eyed fascination she displayed three weeks ago when first arriving on the island. Things here were, if not still shocking, at least very surprising to her. Jessica once made the comment that this island was like a sex colony. These type of places, she said, were only supposed to exist in the fantasy world - not in reality. Jessica still found it hard to believe that she was, at least for the time being, living in a so-called “sex colony”.
While all of the other ladies were very open and carefree when together, Jessica was still holding back. I got the sense that she enjoyed her time on the island, but was also easily shocked at many of the things which happened here. Maybe some of it was disturbing to her?
I think a lot of Jessica’s trepidation could be traced back to her second day here, when Amy (along with everyone else) basically molested her in the shower. As I look back on that day, it was much too soon for the group of ladies to gang up on Jessica like they did. She could have used a week or so - to see how things happened here - before being subjected to that. That’s my opinion, at least.
Another thing which definitely caught Jessica’s attention (and maybe not in a good way) was what was turning out to be the legendary “Lindsay bang” that transpired just days ago. Although Jessica took part in it, she was utterly shocked and amazed that one person - Lindsay - could take such a sexual pounding, and still come out in one piece afterward.
I guess it was fairly shocking, but one has to remember that the recipient of that gang-bang was none other than sweet, little Lindsay. She had turned into a nymphomaniac who could easily handle anything which was thrown her way. Still, I could see how watching it live could definitely rattle Jessica. It looked like a scene from a porno movie.
On the other hand, one person Jessica seemed to get along fine with was Christina. Of course, these two ladies had known one another since Jessica visited the island (and her grandmother) some 19 months ago. Christina was staying with me then as well, and the three of us wound up doing some pretty erotic things together during that particular week.
Now, it seemed as though Christina had become Jessica’s safety net here on the island. Jessica was closer with Christina than anyone else - and for good reason. They had a history together, and Christina was willing to listen to Jessica talk about the things which shocked her here. Like me, Christina wanted Jessica to loosen up and just have fun. That was our mutual goal for Jessica before the summer ended.
“You do need a raise,” I reiterated while keeping an eye on Jessica from the comfort of my voyeur room. She now had a spray bottle and towels, and was busy polishing a window. “I only give you a thousand dollars a day. I’ll double it.
Hmmmmm... maybe I should triple it. You deserve it.”
It made me feel wonderful to know that I had a positive impact on the lives of Christina, Lisa, Amy and Stephanie (and Torrie, too) with my financial generosity. Christina and Lisa used the money I gave them last year to buy a nice house in Illinois. Both ladies attended college, and Lisa was also paying for her sister’s tuition.
Amy and Stephanie used their money to buy a mansion in the ritzy, very upscale community of Palos Verdes Estates - located just outside of Los Angeles. With their careers in the porn industry, Amy and Stephanie also ran a very successful website that catered to their fans. I like to think that the money I had given to them in the past played a major role in the creation and subsequent success of their website. In fact, I know it did.
Since I had lost contact with Torrie (which I consider to be very unfortunate), I was not sure what she had done with all the money ($4.5 million) I had given her. The last news I heard about Torrie was that she had moved to Idaho (her birthplace), and was living with her fiance. I sincerely hope that Torrie had put that money to good use, and was happy in life as a result. Torrie deserved to be happy.
Jessica planned to use that $1,000 per day I had offered her for being the housekeeper as a way to get through her senior year of college. Jessica also wanted a new car, and intended to put the rest of her earnings into the bank.
With over a billion dollars to my name, I was very happy to help others when it came to finances. I could never spend all of this money - which was why I basically gave it away. These ladies were a wonderful outlet for that. So were various charities which I held dear to my heart.
“Five grand a day,” I nodded, smiling, as I continued to watch Jessica on the surveillance monitor. “It will be, as you have told me many times in the past, much better than seven bucks an hour.” I smiled again. “You deserve it.”
Her broom and dustpan back in hand, Jessica surveyed the central room one more time before apparently deciding that it had finally been cleaned up to her lofty standards. She then ascended the nearby staircase, returning to the ground level of the mansion.
“No...” I grinned, shaking my head, as the lump sum of $1,000,000 suddenly flashed throughout my mind. “Not that much! Well, maybe. I don’t think Jessica would mind...”

* * *

It had been an interesting recent couple of days here on the island. After all of us had watched Amy and Stephanie’s latest X-rated movie, the girls (including Jessica) saw fit to gang-bang me. I wasn’t quite the rag doll that Lindsay was, but still got used and erotically abused beyond any and all belief. Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The following day, I felt like going for a ride around the island in my trusty, old Jeep. When I revved its engine up, however, the Jeep suddenly died. It had been a wonderful vehicle for me throughout the years here on the island, and had never given me any problems until just now.
It took me awhile to figure out what went wrong. The timing belt just snapped inside the engine. It was totally shredded - likely from excessive wear and tear. It would be quite an extensive and intricate repair process - because to replace the timing belt, a portion of the engine would have to disassembled. Otherwise, the belt could not be installed.
Devon suggested that I hire a mechanic and fly him to the island. That would have been the logical thing to do, but I liked challenges. I was not a master mechanic by any means, but thought I could handle replacing the belt, as well as the tensioner which went with it. I had all the necessary tools and power equipment at my disposal in my maintenance shed.
“You’re not a professional mechanic, Jeremy,” Devon told me. “What happens if you mess the Jeep up even more?”
“Then I’ll just buy a new one,” I replied, smiling.
That would not be necessary, however. It took me about
nine or ten hours, but I was able to take the engine apart, replace the timing belt and its accompanying components, and then piece everything back together. Of course, I first had to call Ian - my pilot friend on the mainland - and ask him to gather up all the parts I needed and then fly them to me.
I planned on taking a tour of the island in my Jeep that morning. Instead, the ride didn’t happen until much later that night. I was very proud of the fact that I was able to conquer such a detailed repair job like this. I also got to hush up Devon, who thought I wouldn’t be up to the task.
That day had been pretty much wasted for me, because I spent such a long time repairing the Jeep. However, I made up for it the following day. I gathered up all the girls and we spent several hours having fun at the beach. Jessica fired up the grill and we even had a picnic there as well, with Angus steaks, barbequed pork ribs and bratwurst burgers.
Earlier, Amy noticed that I had some scuba diving gear tucked away in the storage shed. Amy practically begged me to take her underwater after our time at the beach that day, saying it was something she had always wanted to do.
I agreed that I would take her diving, but also had to remind Amy that she was a beginner. I would not take her more than 30 feet underneath the surface. Lindsay then made the comment that there was a sunken ship about ten minutes from the island. One could easily swim through its cabin and engine room, and there were always plenty of colorful fish and coral to be seen along the way.
Of course, Amy immediately said that she wanted to explore
that sunken ship. I told her that it was about 80 feet deep,
which was too far for a novice diver. I explained to Amy
that I had taken Lindsay and Devon diving several times over
the past several months, and both had enough experience to
go that deep in the water,
Amy was not pleased that I refused to take her to that ship. She did not understand why I would not allow her to go any further than 30 feet deep. But, Amy’s stance finally relented and she accepted the fact.
I gave Amy a crash course in scuba diving while helping her get ready for the plunge. An oxygen tank and helmet, fins, gloves, weight belt and of course, a wetsuit were the essentials that I felt Amy (or any diver) needed. I chose all of those things for myself too, but also decided to bring along an emergency air source, an underwater watch, blunt tip knife and a laser flashlight.
Amy kept close to me as we explored the watery depths off the eastern coast of the island. The visibility was great there, and I could tell Amy was intrigued with the beautiful coral that lined the ocean floor some 25 feet deep. We seen schools of friendly grouper, starfish, tetra and while in an underwater cave, snapper.
But even while in the depths of the ocean, Amy proved to me once again that sex and gratification were the two things which mattered to her more than anything else.
While exploring the aforementioned cave, Amy nuzzled up beside me and immediately began rubbing my crotch with her right hand. The move was pretty shocking to me. I glared at Amy, who looked back at me through her helmet/mask with a wicked, naughty gleam in her emerald-green eyes.
The 27-year-old continued stroking my cock through the wetsuit I wore for several moments. Only when she had urged an erection out of me and it was about to blow did Amy stop. My best guess was that the pornstar did not want all that sperm to go to waste. It was best suited in her mouth.
As Amy floated away, I offered her ass a hard swat with an open hand. She turned and looked back at me, and I could see a smile through the helmet upon her enchanting face. I could hear her infectious laugh echo throughout my mind.
I believe that Amy - with all of her recent, fiendish actions - was long overdue for a good, hard spanking.

* * *

It wasn’t too long after Amy and I had gotten out of the water that the skies literally opened up - resulting in a heavy, thick downpour of rain. This was how torrential rain usually started around here. The whole day had been scenic and balmy, with blue skies for as far as the eye could see. Then, a mere heartbeat later, clouds could form and bring with them a substantial amount of precipitation.
By the time Amy and I had finally gotten out of our scuba gear, there were bright flashes of lightning and loud rumbles of thunder to go along with that downpour of rain. My first thought, as many long-time readers of this series may guess, centered upon Lindsay.
The 19-year-old was deathly afraid of lightning. She had a certain phobia about it. Whenever there was an electrical storm like this, I felt as though it was my duty to find Lindsay and make sure that she felt safe and sound.
So I immediately made a dash for our personal suite - or more specifically, the voyeur room. I could easily find my little princess there with the help of my cameras, no matter where she was on the island.
But as things turned out, the voyeur room was not needed. Lindsay was curled up with Devon upon the bed in our private suite, clutching her precious teddy bear - Mr. Gordo - to her chest. I smiled outwardly as Devon held and comforted Lindsay, who yelped like a young child when a loud cackling of lightning (and ensuing thunder) shook the entire mansion.
I didn’t say anything as I climbed into bed with the pair of ladies. Lindsay immediately wrapped one arm around me and buried her face upon my chest. She held onto Mr. Gordo with her opposite hand as Devon used her fingertips to brush and caress Lindsay’s long-flowing, immaculate blonde hair. Devon smiled at me, and I returned it with one of my own.
The bolts of lightning seemed to draw closer over the next couple of minutes. Perhaps they were striking down upon the island? Whatever the case, they got to be so loud and nerve-racking that even the cool, level-headed Devon appeared to be afraid. The rain was coming down in droves now. The thunder was so loud that it gave me a headache.
Soon, there was a gentle knock upon the entrance to our suite. I called out for whomever to come in. The trio of Christina, Lisa and Jessica all stepped into our suite. It was easy to tell that all three of them were worried, too. I motioned for them to join us on the bed and soon, there was a loving, six person embrace between all of us.
I was also hoping that Amy and Stephanie would appear in that doorway so our entire group could be together during this horrific storm. Alas, neither of them showed. My only guess was that they had found their own refuge somewhere else within the mansion. I wished it was here, though.
The electrical storm seemed to fade away after about 10 minutes. No one was more happy, obviously, than Lindsay. Although the rain continued to come down in sheets, the six of us stayed nestled together upon the bed and began to ease in some small talk. What started out with a massive storm eventually transformed into a touching, delightful evening.
I eventually kissed Christina, Lisa and Jessica all goodnight before they left the suite hours later. Then, I fell asleep with Lindsay and Devon nestled on either side of me. Indeed, I was a very lucky man...

* * *

The following day, the island was a bit water-logged, but the weather was perfect and many of the girls went straight to the beach. I also learned that a bolt of lightning had struck a huge oakwood tree about 100 feet from the mansion, causing it to topple over completely. Fortunately, it fell in the direction opposite the mansion. It was in the forest as well, so nothing important was damaged. We were lucky.
That evening, Amy convinced Lindsay to go to bed with her and Stephanie. I had no problem with that, of course. Amy loved spending time with Lindsay - and vice versa. The fervid, sex-only relationship these two had with one another was perhaps the most constant thing on the island since the beginning of last summer. Lindsay and Amy could never get enough of each other when it came to sex.
Of course, I would not spend my Saturday night alone. I had Devon to keep me company. She did just that - and more.

* * *

My eyes were wide and about set to burst as Devon exited the adjacent restroom and stepped into our personal suite. The blonde seductress was a stunning vision of beauty as she stood before me, dressed to thrill in a French maid’s outfit.
Exquisitely small and very low-cut, the French maid outfit which Devon wore appeared to be out of my wildest fantasies. Its halter-style top barely covered the front of her breasts, leaving their full, round sides exposed, really concealing just her nipples. It, much like the accompanying skirt, was black and made of satin, and was beautifully outlined with white, frilly ruffles all around. Devon also had a ruffle around her slender throat, as well as both of her wrists.
The 25-year-old also had on a pair of black thigh-high stockings, both of which ended several inches below the (extremely) short hemline of her skirt. In addition, Devon had on black high-heeled shoes (with open toes) and a frilly maid’s headpiece atop her pinned-up blonde hair.
My heart skipped a beat as Devon spun around in a circle for me, modeling the sinfully-sexy outfit. In the process, her flimsy, little skirt flew upwards, offering me a quick peak of the black G-string panties that she wore underneath.
“Do you like it, Jeremy?” Devon asked with a grin. She was absolutely glowing. Devon knew that she had me under her spell right now. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her at this very moment in time.
“Oh God...” was all I could say, my eyes still looming quite large, as I openly gawked at her.
“Don’t you wish Jessica dressed this way?” she sneered.
“Where... oh God...” I stumbled over my very own words.
“Where... where in the world did you... get that OUTFIT?”
Devon smiled at me. “I’ll take that as yes, you do like it. I’ve had it for awhile, Jeremy. I bought it when you, me and Lindsay were in Hawaii. I’ve just been waiting for the right time to spring it on you.” Devon giggled and coyly added, “The time seems about right.”
“Like it?” I breathed, still in an obvious state of both shock and arousal. “I... I LOVE it!”
“All you’d need right about now, Jeremy, is for Lindsay to be right beside me in one of her cheerleader or schoolgirl outfits.” Devon giggled again. “You’d be in business.”
I could see the outline of Devon’s lush nipples as they were all nice and snug upon the front of her halter-like top. If she undid that one button, her breasts would spill out...
“I think you may be all I can handle right about now,” I told Devon, slowly shaking my head in utter amazement. “It may be a good thing that Lindsay is with Amy and Stephanie. I don’t believe I just said that...”
Smiling, Devon struck a pose and looked at me with a very seductive gleam in her eyes. “So what do you want, Jeremy? Do you want me to be a good maid? Or...” Her voice turned sultry as she finished, “should I be a BAD maid?”
“Bad,” I nodded eagerly, my breathing ragged. “Very bad!”
Devon smiled at my response before stepping to the center of the suite. Unsure what she was going to do next, my eyes narrowed as I continued to gawk at her. Suddenly, Devon began to dance. Her body was bumping and gyrating like she was a trained stripper. Devon snapped her head back and continued on with the sinful, erotic dance, her luscious hips swiveling back-and-forth in a frenetic motion.
The young woman turned her back to me and slowly began to lift the maid’s skirt up her legs, rolling her firm, tight ass before my adoring eyes. My cock began to throb within my shorts as once the skirt’s hem was pulled all the way up to her waist, Devon spread her legs slightly and then bent all the way over. Devon wiggled her luscious ass some more before twirling back around to face me. Still grinding her hips, the vixen smiled in an inviting manner while placing both hands upon her full, ripe breasts.
I shook my head in response as Devon cupped her breasts with her hands. Squeezing and rolling them in the most erotic of fashion, Devon offered me another smile as she slowly undid that single button which held her maid’s top together in front. Then, in a very gradual motion, Devon drew the top open, finally exposing her bare breasts.
Devon’s breasts were absolutely beautiful. Large and very firm to the touch, they seemed to beg for me to kiss them. Although Devon seemed intent to continue on with this excruciatingly sexy dance, I had other ideas.
As she knelt down, her body still bumping and grinding, I suddenly sprung off the bed and grabbed Devon’s shoulders. With both hands, I literally tossed her onto the bed. Devon landed flat on her back and looked up at me with a brazen, expectant gleam in her pretty blue eyes.
“Take me, Jeremy,” she said bluntly. “TAKE ME NOW!”
I leapt on top of Devon and smashed my lips to hers, my
tongue immediately diving deep inside the delicious, velvety recesses of her mouth. The kiss was broken for an instant as Devon literally ripped my muscle shirt from my body. It resumed just as quickly, however, and then my body shivered as I felt her satin and lace skirt rub against my abdomen.
The crinkle of it upon my skin as our bodies moved as one increased the already raging level of excitement within me to even greater heights. Devon was the absolute center of my universe right now. NOTHING could change that.
I shouldn’t have said that.

* * *

I heard a loud thump upon the doorway to our suite, but paid it no attention. I was too submerged in my enjoyment of the beautiful, alluring Devon.
However, I was forced to turn around when hearing a sudden, uncontrollable scream. The door flew upon, and I looked on with grave concern as Lindsay bursted into the suite. The teen-ager appeared frantic, her skin pale.
“JEREMY!” she screamed, obviously very distraught.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up and turning toward
her. Devon rose up as well, a concerned expression upon her own face. Lindsay, without a single bit of clothing on, looked absolutely mortified.
“It’s Amy!” she replied with a shrieking cry. “I... oh God... I don’t know... JEREMY! You have to help her!”
“What?” I asked, confused, as I slid out of bed and made my way over to Lindsay. I placed my hand upon her shoulder and wondered, “What’s wrong?”
“AMY!” Lindsay answered. “It’s... she... she collapsed!” My eyes went wide as Lindsay added, “Stephanie and I don’t know what to do!” Lindsay went into a hysterical rage as she screamed, “WE HAVE TO GET AMY TO THE HOSPITAL!”
“I’ll call,” Devon said, as she picked up the nearby telephone and started dialing. “They should be able to get a chopper here in minutes.”
Shocked and mortally scared, I looked back at Devon for a split-second as Lindsay, still crying, sagged against me. I then picked Lindsay up with my right arm and literally began dragging her toward the room which Amy and Stephanie shared.
I did not know what the problem was, but I had to help Amy in whatever way I could. I was really too shocked and scared to think of anything less. Amy’s life could be in danger...

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