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Bahama Momma! By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 1 "Where the hell have you been?" Denise barked at her boyfriend as he dropped his beach bag in the sand and sat down next to her. "It was a long night hon," Rory tried to calm her down. "Take it easy. I was just hammered and passed out on a bench on the way back to the room." "I didn't come on this damn vacation to be alone, and now two of the last three nights I've been in our bed by myself," Lectured Denise. "The night before last you came in smelling like cheap perfume and hammered out of your mind at 5AM, and now you don't fucking show up at all. This is bullshit Rory! Where the fuck were you?" "Grant, tell her we were with each other at the bar and I just got too hammered," said Rory, taking off his shirt and lying back. "Well, I was with him Denise," Grant explained, covering for him. "Yeah but that was only until midnight, then you were back with me," said Grant's girlfriend, Tammy. "Where was he the rest of the time?" "Fuck you Tammy," Rory told her, giving her the finger. "Mind your business. Now how about you guys cut me some slack, because I've got a bad hangover." "This was supposed to be a couple's vacation for the four of us here in the Bahamas. Not a damn singles trip," said Denise, storming off. "You are such an asshole," said Tammy, running after her friend. "Well, you certainly know how to ruin a good time." Grant shook his head as he lay back on the chair next to Rory. "She'll get over it," said Rory, closing his eyes. After ten minutes, the girls returned and sat down in their chairs, without saying a word, as they took in the sun and began tanning. "Why don't we all have a drink?" said Rory, trying to break the ice and handing Denise some cash. "Here honey can you get me a Corona and buy everyone anything they'd like. I promise if you give me, some of your sleeping pills, a few beers, and a good nap then I'll treat everyone to a nice night later. How does that sound, ladies?" "I don't know Rory," said Denise. "I feel like I can't trust you anymore." "Please babe," said Rory, sitting up and kissing her. "I'll make it up to you. Relax and enjoy. It's vacation. Now let's just drink and work on our tans." Reluctantly, Tammy and Denise went to the bar and returned with drinks. She handed Rory some pills, which he washed down with his beer and lay back, falling asleep within half an hour. Tammy flipped over as she heard a constant buzzing from Rory's beach bag, before Denise heard the same thing and went into his bag to turn it off. "He never turns off those damn stock tips. Constant buzzing," said Denise, as she took out his phone. Denise looked down at the phone, saw the text message and began fuming. "What's wrong?" said Tammy. "Mother fucking lying asshole," Denise yelled, flipping out as she read the message. "Rory, sorry but I left my bikini in your beach bag. Could you leave it at the reception desk for me, and thanks for an amazing night. Call me when you get back to the states." Tammy reached into the bag, tearing out everything until she found the florescent orange bikini top. "Sorry Denise," said Tammy, holding it up as she looked at her boyfriend. "I had no idea," said Grant. "We were drinking and I came home to you. He didn't want to leave, so I left him there alone at the bar." "Did he say why he didn't want to go see his girlfriend?" questioned Tammy. "Why the fuck would he stay there alone and leave her in the room alone. Who does that shit!" "Denise, I'm sorry, but all he said was that it was your period, so you were grouchy and not going to give him sex, so he would rather just drink than listen to your whining," Grant explained as he watched Denise start to sob. "I really am sorry." "I hate you," Denise said, slapping his face with the bikini top as the other people taking in the sun near them got up and moved. "No more of this asshole. It's over. You've cheated on me three times now, and I can't take it anymore. Do you hear me, asshole. It's over." Denise cried and finally calmed down as Tammy hugged her, and Grant rubbed her back as she was breathing rather heavily. "You know he heard none of that honey," said Tammy, consoling her. "He's passed out on alcohol and pills, but I'm glad you broke up with him. You're too good for him." "I am going to get even. I don't know how, but someday, somehow," said Denise. "Sit back and have a drink honey," said Tammy. "He'll get a taste of his own medicine one of these days. Grant, I want you to go to the hotel and change our room to a two bedroom suite, so Denise can stay with us until we go home. Have her things moved there as well." "Ok, I'll do it right now," said Grant, kissing Denise on the cheek before he left. "You just relax and tan a bit." The girls lay back in their chairs now, relaxing as Denise calmed down a bit. She glanced over at Rory, peeking out from under her sunglasses and lifted the orange bikini from the sand next to his chair. "A damn "C" cup," said Denise, torturing herself as she looked at it. "I'm a fucking "D" and he settled for less." "Stop torturing yourself, honey," said Tammy. "It was just some slut and he was drunk. He's a pig and it had nothing to do with you." "He wants a 'C,' I'll give him a 'C'," said Denise, placing the bikini on his chest and slipping his arms through it. "That should give him a nice look that the ladies will love when he wakes up." "OMG Denise," Tammy was cracking up. "With this strong sun and his fair skin, those are going to be tough tan lines to get rid of." Denise took some lotion from her bag and rubbed it all around his chest, laughing as his body was shining in the sun. About forty five minutes later, Grant returned, spitting out his beer as he saw what they had done to Rory. "Oh, that is not cool. He's going to be pissed when he wakes up," said Grant, shocked but amused at seeing Rory. "That shit is really going to look bad but I guess he's lucky that's all you did to him after what he did to you." "You're right, Grant," said Tammy, giving her boyfriend a dirty look as she grabbed a beach towel. "It's not even close to enough. Go back to the room and bring me my small pink suitcase with my toiletries in it. Come on, do it now." Grant shook his head and walked away as Tammy grabbed the bikini bottom, spinning it around her index finger. Tammy held a towel now over Rory's lower half as she tossed the bikini bottom to Denise. Denise slid off his shorts and slid on the orange string bikini bottom as the girls could barely control their laughter. "Excuse me," yelled Tammy, standing up. "Over here, Miss." "Yeah ladies. How are you today?" said a Bohemian woman as she approached. "Braid your hair today ladies? $50 for both of you? How does that sound?" "I'd like those tight braids with the long beaded extensions in the back," said Tammy. "How much for those?" "I can do you for $100 american dollars," said the woman. "But your hair is long enough that you do not need the extensions, and I have plenty of colorful beads for you." "They are for my friend here, and we would definitely need the extensions," said Tammy, pointing to Rory as she held up his fairly short hair. "Is this a joke?" said the woman. "NO joke. He'll be sleeping for a long while, but we'd like you to start now," Tammy smiled and held out some cash. "How about you do them quietly, and I pay you two hundred dollars? How does that sound?" "That's a deal, mame," said the woman, smiling. "Help me flip him over and I'll start. My name is Tashaonda." They flipped over his chair, and immediately the woman began working at the base of his neck, braiding his hair into small thin extensions before filling them with a series of beads. She worked slowly and precisely, as Grant returned with Tammy's bag. "Holy shit, Tammy," said Grant, staring at Rory's white butt cheeks, which were separated by a thin orange strand below the waistband. "Did I really have to see that? And what are you girls doing now?" "You know, I'm not really sure?" said Denise, smiling. "Just getting a little revenge, I think." "Why don't you just watch the rest of the game at the bar, and just let us do what we have to do," said Tammy, kissing her boyfriend deeply, sticking her tongue in his mouth. "Let us girls have our little fun, ok. Don't you think Denise deserves it?" "Yeah, I guess," said Grant, shaking his head. "I'll be back after the game. Remind me never to piss you off and take any sleeping pills." Tammy rifled through her bag as Grant walked over to the bar. "Ok, you do Nair and I'll do nails," said Tammy, handing Denise a box. "Oh yeah," said Denise, loving it. "You are so evil, Tammy." "Hey you can't be hairy in that suit he's got on. It just wouldn't look right," said Tammy, cracking her joke. "Now fix him up girl." Denise was hysterical, laughing as she covered the back of both of his legs in Nair as Tashaonda worked quietly, but enjoyed sharing the laugh. Tammy now turned his wrist over and worked at matching up long nail tips from her case, as Denise spread the Nair around his butt cheeks and back, careful to avoid the ever longer braids. After ten minutes, Tammy began gluing on each long false nail with five second glue and holding them as they set, as Denise grinned from ear to ear as she slowly wiped away the hair from Rory's body. "You ladies help me turn him over, and we can all work on his front now," said Tashaonda as they turned him. "Just lean the head back a little for me. "I'm going to do some corn rows leading into the braids, and I must keep them very tight with this short type hair. What I'll do is the most popular style of cornrow, which is called a 'crown.' The hair is braided back to the crown of the head, which I can do in a number of different patterns, and then I'll blend the braids right into the colorful beaded section." "I think that will look perfect," said Tammy, as she began painting his nails. "I have this bright orange nail polish, which will go perfect with the suit." "This is crazy," said Denise, as she was coating the front of his legs and stomach area now. "But I'm enjoying it so much." "Me too," said Tammy, as she was jumping back and forth between his hands, painting his nails. "Do his chest and armpits with the razor, as they aren't very hairy and I don't want any little hairs to smudge his nails." They worked in harmony now, as Denise wiped his legs clean as Tammy now went to work on his toes. Denise now gently lifted his right arm, careful of his nails as she shaved his armpit clean and removed the light hair from his forearms, before repeating it on the other side. She untied his bikini top, taking a fresh pink razor and removed the few stray chest hairs and the little peach fuzz around his nipples. "Holy shit," said Denise, as she replaced the top, showing Tammy. "Look at these tan lines already." "I know it is none of my business, but may I ask why, ladies?" said Tashaonda. "To teach him a lesson," Tammy said as she carefully shaved off his light 5'oclock shadow. "He's fooled around on my friend so many times, and we just can't take it anymore. She's leaving him, and this will be his little lesson." "Oh my!" said Tashaonda. "He must be a very, very bad man!" "You have no idea, Tashaonda." Denise started to cry. "Dear, no worries," said Tashaonda. "This I do for free. I help you." Tashaonda now took some long threads, wrapping them around two fingers on each hand, as she began working on his eyebrows. Within minutes, his brows were mostly gone and highly arched, as Tashaonda got back to work on the front of his hair from behind his forehead. "Now you finish his face, and the eyes will look good," said Tashaonda. Denise smiled as she took her eyeliner and worked on his eyes, as Tammy blended some makeup to find the right color foundation. When she was satisfied, she smoothed his cheeks before adding some powder, and then Denise went back to work on his eyes. Denise coated them over and over, thickening his lashes and adding some light colors to his lids, under his high arched brows. When she finished, Tammy added a glossy tangerine color to his lips, and the girls stood back, studying their work. "Well, he's going to shit his pants when he wakes up," said Tammy, as Tashaonda was finishing up the last few braids. "He actually looks pretty good." "I can't believe we did this," cried Denise. "I feel sick to my stomach." "Tashaonda, here's an extra $50 for your effort," said Tammy. "You're amazing. I'm going to take Denise to lie down for a while." "That was not necessary Tammy, but thank you," said Tashaonda. "Please pick a few pieces of my jewelry that I sell, as my gift." "You know what, how about you give me that pretty shell bracelet for my friend here," said Tammy, pointing at Rory. "Why would you give him a gift like that?" said Tashaonda. "Because we'll at least allow him to go to his empty room," said Tammy, sliding the room key onto the ankle bracelet and securing it around his left ankle. "But I'm not leaving him with a fucking thing," said Denise, taking his wallet and phone and tossing them into the ocean before sobbing. "That's how he left my heart. Empty!" "Come on, honey," said Tammy, putting her arm around Denise. "Let's get out of here before the asshole wakes up soon." Tammy paid Tashaonda and handed her toiletry bag to Denise. She took a moment to snap a few pictures of the sleeping Rory with her cell phone, and grabbed all of his things. As they walked across the beach to the hotel, she tossed Rory's clothes and shoes into a garbage can as they stopped to pick up Grant at the bar. "Jamal, it's Tashaonda," said Tashaonda, making a cell call as she watched the girls walk away. "I've got something that you may be interested in. If you're willing to cut me into the profits on this one, I think you'll be pleased. Meet me near the hotel's west tower in 15 minutes." They all went to Tammy's room now, as Denise lay down to rest and Grant opened a beer, watching tv. Tammy left and returned after about forty minutes with two shopping bags and a bunch of snacks. "Wake up, sleeping beauty. I brought you some gorgeous stuff to cheer you up!" said Tammy, showing Denise a few sundresses, some shoes, and some island jewelry. "Are you kidding?" said Tammy, perking up as she looked at them and at the price tag. "Those are really expensive. Tammy, are you crazy?" "Oh please," said Tammy, holding up an American Express Gold Card, before snipping into little pieces. "I couldn't let you not get a little reward one last time for being such a wonderful girlfriend." "Are you kidding?" said Denise, surprised. "I thought I threw that in the ocean?" "No, you threw his wallet in the ocean," said Tammy. "I found this in his pants, when I threw out the rest of his clothes that were in your room." "Tammy, you really are out of control here!" said Grant. "How will he get home? How's he going to pay for anything?" "Relax, I made sure his room was paid for until tomorrow, and left his passport and new airline ticket on the bed," said Tammy laughing. "He'll be heading home tomorrow, but it'll be an interesting flight in that bikini." "OMG Tammy," said Denise, covering her mouth. "You threw out all his other clothes." "Yup, gone," said Tammy. "Now come on, I booked us massage and nail appointments at the spa. You deserve a little pampering before you jump into one of those sexy new dresses tonight. We'll be back before dinner. I made a reservation for 7pm honey, at the Seabass club." "That really expensive place?" Grant was surprised. "Don't worry, it's prepaid thanks to Rory," Tammy smirked as she kissed her boyfriend goodbye. "You are too much, Tammy," said Grant, watching the game on TV as Tammy dragged off Denise. "See you girls later." Back at the beach, Rory finally began to stir and he sat up, stretching as the sun was going down at 5pm now. "Oucchh! What the fuck," whined Rory, and his eyes widened immediately, feeling his claw like nail scratch his leg. He looked down, seeing his super long, orange florescent square tipped nails, and then noticed his hairless legs. "Holy shit!" screamed Rory, as he could see people thirty or forty feet away stare at him as he made a scene. He took a deep breath, standing up now as he looked down at his body, wriggling his orange toenails in the sand and was shocked at his bare legs beneath the orange colored bikini bottom. He then gazed at his chest now, seeing the matching string bikini top and hearing the clanging of beads from behind his head as he moved. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the long beaded braids on his head, and he grabbed a hand full of them, pulling them in front of his face and realizing they had been attached to his hair. He touched the top of his head with the palm of his hand, feeling the distinct tightness of the cornrows running like veins toward the back of his head, as anger filled his body. He looked around now, realizing that no one he knew was near him and he felt ready to explode with rage. He looked down at the ground, seeing the room key on his ankle bracelet and grabbed it, then he began heading towards the hotel. His senses were extremely heightened now as he paused his walk, feeling the annoyance of the tight bikini wedging between his butt cheeks, and the distraction of beads bouncing off his back when he moved. He struggled to pick the suit from his crack with his claws, and began feeling the burning sensation of obvious sun burn across his back and chest as he touched his shoulder. He quickly realized that he had to walk slowly for the next few hundred yards, becoming increasingly aware of people all around him as he headed for the privacy of his room. He finally entered the lobby, feeling extremely insecure before getting his first real good look at himself in a large foyer mirror. "I'm going to fucking kill them," said Rory, murmuring to himself as he now knew he was fully made up. "Fucking Bitches!" He shook his head, watching his braids sway and clink with each other as he felt his arched eyebrows and batted his thick lashes. He peeled down the edge of the bikini top, getting a good idea of the variation in skin tones he now had with his new thick tan. He noticed a gentlemen check him out and instinctively put his hand in front of his limp bulge in front of his bikini bottom, as he scurried away towards the elevator before grabbing a wet towel from a maid cart and wrapping it around his waist to hide his little package. He took a deep breath as he entered a crowded elevator, pressing the button to his floor. Finally he exited on the eighth floor and opened the door to his little suite, feeling momentary relief as he closed it behind him. He raced into the bathroom, looked at himself up and down and touched his smooth body. He tugged at his braids, realizing these were not going to be easy to get out and flicked a nail, feeling some pain as knew they were really glued on well. He now walked out and through the living room area into the bedroom, realizing that all his clothing was gone, before re-entering the living room where he was greeted with another shock. "Damn, you are looking fine, honey," said a tall Bohemian man, sitting on the couch. "Excuse me!" said a startled Rory. "Why the hell are you in my room?" "Oh calm down, little mamma," said the man. "I'm here to help you baby." "Help me with what?" Said Rory, getting annoyed. "I'm no one's momma." "Help you with your little situation," said Jamal, standing up and pulling away the towel from Rory's waist. "The one you are hiding over there and not hiding too well I must say. That is, unless you are looking to stay that way?" "This was someone's nasty joke," said Rory, as he covered himself with his hand. "Now get out of here and let me change. I don't need anyone's help." "From the looks of things, you've got nothing to change into," said Jamal. "How do you know that? What the fuck are you talking about?" said Rory. "Now sit down, and try to listen carefully, my girl. And let me be clear, I mean MY GIRL," said Jamal, standing up and pushing Rory into a chair. "From what I understand, your girlfriend had enough of your cheating ways and dumped you, but before she left, she had a little fun at your expense on the beach. The bikini, the baked in tan lines, the smooth body, all seem to be a little pay back from a very bitter woman. But the braids and getting rid of all your clothes were some wonderful touches that are just perfect for me. You see, one of my associates braids hair on the beach, and did a wonderful job on yours I must say. Well, when she notified me of your little predicament, I came down here to see for myself if you were worth the effort, and had any value." "What the hell does that mean?" said Rory, snapping back at him. "What it means, is like I said before, tonight you are MY GIRL! It means that you're going to do as I say this evening, or trust me you'll never see these and without them, it will be impossible for you to leave the Bahamas," said Jamal, holding up some papers. "Is that my passport?" said Rory, getting very upset now. "Oh yes," said Jamal, showing it to him. "And this is your plane ticket home." "Give me those," said Rory, getting up but Jamal easily pushed him back down. "Oh my girl, these will have to be earned," said Jamal, smiling. "Unless you are hiding something under that pretty little swim suit of yours, then you don't have any money, any other id, and no where to stay. So if you'd like Jamal's help, then you will be causing Jamal no trouble. Do you understand?" "Crap!" said Rory, taking a big gulp. "Oh jeez." "Good, just calm down, and you'll be fine," said Jamal, picking up his cell phone. "Tashaonda, please come to the room and bring some wine." Jamal now sent three or four text messages as Rory sat there nervously, and two minutes later, Tashaonda arrived and entered the room. She knelt in front of Rory, washing any sand from his feet before drying them and holding them up against a ruler. She then had him stand as she rubbed some cream all over his legs, chest, and back before wrapping a tape around various areas on his body. "The cr?me will help with the sun burn," said Tashaonda, turning away towards Jamal. "Here is your wine, Jamal. I will be back in one hour. Is that sufficient?" "Perfect," said Jamal, pouring some wine as Tashaonda left the room. "I assume you have not eaten today, is that true? Drink a little as it will help to relax you." "Yes, I have not eaten," said Rory, accepting the wine as Jamal clinked his class as they drank. "I will allow you a little something to eat soon," said Jamal, sipping his wine. "Allow me? Fuck you," said Rory, standing up and throwing his wine in Jamal's face as he grabbed his passport, hopping over the coffee table. Jamal calmly stood up and grabbed Rory as he ran past him, by the braids, tossing him to the floor like a rag doll, with his knee in Rory's back now. "I was hoping it would not go this way, but better that you understand your situation now," said Jamal, now pissed off. Jamal quickly bound Rory's hands behind his back, and pulled him to his feet. He dragged him into the bedroom, pulling him by his braids and threw him on the bed, face down. Rory began crying, as Jamal tied his ankles together, before Jamal flipped him over, looking down at him now. "I assume I'll have no more trouble now with my girl, will I?" said Jamal smiling. "I suggest you accept your role, or this will go very badly for you." Rory was scared and sobbing as Jamal leaned in, wiping his tears with his fingers now. He knelt next to the bed, forcing Rory to make eye contact with him as he leaned in and planted a few gentle kisses on Rory's lips. Rory's heart was racing now as Jamal leaned in again and now forced his tongue into Rory's mouth, swishing it everywhere as Jamal slowly backed away and stood up. "This next part can go the hard way or the easy way, that is up to you, but trust me, if you choose the hard part, I will not end it there," said Jamal, as he pulled open his zipper. He now took Rory and slid him so that his head was hanging off the edge of the bed, before Jamal dropped his pants to his ankles. Rory again began sobbing as Jamal took his large, limp manhood in his right hand and began smacking Rory in the face with it. Rory closed his eyes, taking shot after shot to his cheeks before Jamal climbed on top of him on the bed, kneeling over his chest and put his big strong forearm arm behind Rory's head, pulling it up. "If you breathe easy and just do what I say, this will be over quickly and you might even enjoy it," said Jamal, pushing it against his lips now. "If you bite or hurt me, and don't accept this gift, I will show no mercy on you, and you may never see the light of day again. Is that understand, my girl?" "Please no," said Rory, closing his eyes as he softly kissed Jamal's penis. "Understood! Understood!?" "Open up and accept me," said Jamal, pulling on his braids as Rory now felt just the edge of Jamal's penis enter his mouth, as he had no choice. Jamal took short, slow thrusts, holding Rory's head steady like a hand puppet as he moved. After ten or so thrusts, his penis began choking Rory, as he gasped when it starting hitting the back of his mouth. Jamal now released him, allowing him to breathe for a moment, before he stood up removing his weight from Rory's chest. He stood on the floor next to the bed, before flipping Rory over on his stomach, and pulling back his head forcefully and dropping it back onto his penis. With Rory's braids firmly in his grip, he lifted and dropped his head quickly now, making him bob up and down on his penis as he stood still, enjoying it. He forced the sucking to go quicker and deeper each time as he moaned in pleasure. "Good girl," said Jamal, pulling out now. "You are a natural cocksucker." "Are we done," whined Rory. "Please no more." "Ssssshhh. Not yet my sweet." Jamal again flipped him onto his back and leaned his neck downward. "You don't want the pleasure to end too soon for both of us now, do you? Now lick what I give you." Jamal stood facing him as he lay back upside down, with his head hanging off the bed again. He could feel the blood rushing to his head as he watched Jamals's penis pass his face as Jamal's left testicle was on his lips now. "Lick my hairy balls," yelled Jamal, as he again tugged the braids hard. "Lick every inch of what I give you, until I tell you to stop. Rory gasped a few times, feeling Jamal's pubic hairs across his lips as he licked and sucked on Jamal's sweaty balls, as he smashed them into his face over and over. When he was finally satisfied, Jamal now again yanked his hair very hard to force his mouth wide open as his penis was again inside, deeper than ever now with Rory's head hanging off the bed. Jamal was fucking his face at a rapid pace, as Rory was now completely powerless to do anything but take his manhood deeply into his throat as Jamal's strength and gravity held him powerless. After five long minutes, he finally let up on the thrusting, but held firmly his braids as he was very deep inside him now as he felt a flush of semen gush deep down his throat, choking him a bit, as Jamal would not allow him to move. Finally Jamal pulled out, and lifted Rory's head, forcing him to swallow any remaining semen in his throat, as he pulled back his legs, allowing him to lay flat on the bed now. "Now, that's a good girl, that should be rewarded," said Jamal. "Lick me clean, I'll be sure you are properly fed." Rory was now pushed off the bed to the floor, and helped to his knees, as Jamal stuck his drippy penis in his face. Rory looked up as just as Jamal was about to grab his braids, before he lowered his head and took Jamal's penis in his mouth, cleaning it with his tongue. When he finished, Jamal stepped back, pulling up his pants and returning with a wet cloth. He wiped Rory's face gently, and then planted a soft kiss on his lips before untying his hands and ankles. "Come have some wine and relax before dinner," said Jamal, taking his arm and bringing him back to the living room. Rory was sick to his stomach, but happy to have the wine remove the taste of Jamal from his throat. "Please, let me go now," said Rory. "You got me to do things I can't even believe I just did, now please let me go home." "Things I'm sure you enjoyed," said Jamal, laughing. "Maybe things you've always fantasized doing." "No, I've never fantasized about blowing anyone," said Rory, getting even more upset. "Now I sucked and licked you like you wanted, please let me go so I can try and put this behind me and figure out how to get myself back to normal." "After dinner, I will decide your fate," said Jamal, sipping his wine. "I promised you a nice dinner, and that you shall have, but I will decide your future based on your behavior tonight." After his second glass of wine, Tashaonda finally returned and re- entered the room, carrying several bags. "Let's get you showered and out of this bikini, please," said Tashaonda, leading him to the bathroom. She took the pastic shower cap and tugged all of his braids inside it, before untying the back of the bikini top. Rory cringed, seeing the outline of the bikini burned into his skin as he looked at his reflection. She now dropped the bottom as he stepped into the shower, and she began scrubbing him with a flowery smelling body wash. After five minutes, she dried him and brought him back to the living room, as Jamal was sitting on the couch, eating fruit. "Please just allow Tashaonda to do her job, and we'll have no issues," said Jamal, staring at Rory's naked body. "Lie down on the couch for her." Rory stood there quietly as Tashaonda laid a large fluffy towel on the couch and motioned Rory towards her. She now had him lie him down on the towel and then took a very warm hand towel and placed it over his face, blocking his vision. He then felt her spread a sticky substance all over his chest before lifting his legs in the air and smoothing a cold cream around his balls and pubic area. She held his right leg with her left hand, and rested the left leg against her shoulder, keeping his legs facing straight up and in a spread eagle position. He now felt a scratching around his right testicle, before feeling her move to his left one as she lifted his balls before tugging directly on his sacks. She then seemed to spin and move his penis from side to side gently, before finally wiping his pubic region with a towel and resting his legs on the edge of the couch. Suddenly he felt a weird sensation of soft silkiness, as he realized she was sliding a panty down his legs before he felt her snap the waist band. She returned to work on his chest, as he felt her pressing against his little pectorals with all her weight on the left side, before jumping to the right. He stretched his neck as she removed the towel from his face, unable to look past the tan flesh colored mounds which were now attached to his body and jiggling like jello in his face, as he shivered. "Give them a minute. I know you are a little cold," said Tashaonda, slapping his hand as he moved to feel them. "Do not touch and move over a bit." Tashaonda now covered his face in cream and then rubbed it with a towel. When she finished, she covered his face with a warm cloth again, blocking his vision as he now felt her stand up. He could hear some packages crinkling, as she took some things from her bags before he felt her slipping some shoes onto his feet. He now felt her slipping something behind his back, as she shoved her arm under him and then pulled each arm through it, and before he knew it, a clip dug into the front of his chest and he could feel some tension. She removed the towel from his face, and she immediately covered it in more cream and cautiously took a razor to his skin, as he felt stroke after stroke. When she finished, she repeated it again, moving the razors against the grain of his stubble before ending with another cream which she rubbed in. When she finally moved, he could glance down, seeing his little mounds inside a lime green bra as she again blocked his vision, working on his eyes. He knew she was doing his makeup for dinner, as he could see Jamal watch every action from out of the corner of his eye. She took at least fifteen minutes just on his eyes, then she finally turned her attention to his lips with her pencil. She seemed to paint on layer after layer as he sat there, tasting the watermelon flavor of the lip product as Tashaonda finally stood up. Jamal came over and looked him up and down before giving his nod of approval. "Put your arms over your head," said Jamal, as he bound his wrists tightly together. "This is for your own good, so you don't get hurt. Get everything I will need Tashaonda." Jamal now quickly attached a rope from his bound wrists under the couch long ways and up the other side, connecting it to his ankles, stretching Rory out tightly as he could barely squirm. "Why are you doing this?" Cried Rory. "I am giving you no trouble. Please, I'll behave at dinner and then you can let me leave." Tashaonda now returned with a neck brace, slipping it around Kory's neck and pulling it tight. "This is just for your own safety, and to prevent mistakes so you can't squirm," said Jamal. "We want everything to be perfect tonight my girl. We do things a more old fashioned way then you do in America. I've decided that you should have more of a traditional Island look." Tashaoda now rubbed at his left ear, as he could now see Jamal take a needle in his hand. He felt the pinch, but it was fairly numb as he knew Jamal sent the needle through his left ear as he teared up, but was unable to move his head. Again he felt the needle go through the lobe, before he cringed even more this time feeling it penetrate the cartilage at the top of his left ear. "One is really bad, but was that three? What the fuck! Stop this!" whined Rory. "Please no m.." Jamal took his finger, covering Rory's lips as he ignored him, now poking through two holes on his right lobe. "See, not so bad," said Jamal, looking at his work. "Let's give you a rest up there, while we work below. This will help." Jamal now stuffed a wet rag in his mouth, somewhat gagging him as Jamal spun away. He knew the feel of Tashaonda's finger around his naval as he tensed up, feeling the needle thread his skin and could feel the piercing go through him. When they finished, they both again spun towards him, looking at his face as Tashaonda pinched his right eyebrow as Jamal threaded a needle through it. He was almost hyperventilating now, which was making Jamal laugh as a longer needle now appeared before Rory's eyes and dipped right in front of him as he watched it pierce his nose. This time, as they inserted the nose ring, he could see the glimmer of the little purple stone of the stud which now slipped through his left nostril and he slowly calmed down as they both seemed to disappear as they finished. He was still pinned, but hopeful to be freed now, as Jamal appeared in front of his face, inspecting his work before he pulled the rag from his face. "Please Jamal, let me up now," said Rory. "How many piercings did you give me? This is insane." "Well, I believe that would be eight," said Jamal, laughing. "Why, is that not enough for you?" "No! Please no more," said Rory. "What, I didn't hear that?" said Jamal, teasing. "Say again girl!" "I said NNNNOOOO," said Rory, feeling stunned. "Thanks. I thought you would say that," said Jamal, grabbing his tongue with a metal tool and pulling at it. "No is actually the perfect word to get that tongue out, especially when you say it with some passion like that." Jamal held out his tongue tightly, as Tashaonda appeared with a much bigger needle than Rory had seen before. She seemed to numb his tongue as Jamal held it before he almost passed out, seeing the big needle plunge down before his eyes and penetrate his tongue. He could see nothing now, but feel the piercing on the bottom and roof of his mouth as his tongue was finally released. "Don't worry," said Jamal, getting up and teasing him. "Nine is your new lucky number, and we're done piercing. Lucky number nine will prevent you from giving any more oral tonight, because we wouldn't want you to get it all infected. Would we? Now rest for a little while, and then we'll be going out."