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HER LAST RESORT
by C. A. Smith ©2005
Chapter 1: The Crime
Jesus God Almighty! How did she get herself into such a fix? It can't be happening!Not one single soul had so much as whispered to her when she won this vacationtrip that unpaid casino debt by tourists on Paradise Island is a capital crime!It certainly wasn't noted on their web site. Nor had anyone happened to mentionthat cannibalism can be sanctioned by the court for capital offenses on thisgodforsaken tropical island nation . Not her travel agent. Not her lover. Noone. Not one fucking soul! Now she was in deep, deep shit!
And there's not even a U.S. embassy! No one had mentioned that little fact,either.
Okay, true. No one had recommended this place; she had decided on it all byher little blonde self. But it seemed so sensible at the time! She'd won thedamned airline tickets and a week's free stay for herself and Kevin in thehoneymoon suite at the Princess Xarnia Luxury Casino Resort and Health Spawith her winning essay on the subject: ?Why My Lover and I Deserve a Vacationon idyllic Paradise Island.? Of course they weren't exactly on their honeymoon(since they weren't exactly married), but she'd bet most of the ?honeymooners? whobooked that suite were also one wedding shy of being married. Besides, sheand Kevin had used every square inch of the bed, furniture, floor, shower andJacuzzi to do what any madly-in-love, authentic, marriage certificate carrying,honeymooning couple would do. And then some. Which, if you looked at it ina certain way, made it okay.
Then, as if a dozen orgasms the night before weren't enough, the next dayin the Casino, Sunday, she actually came away four-hundred dollars richer thanwhen she started! This had been the real attraction of Paradise Island, ofcourse. She had been to Atlantic City and loved it! She'd spent three dayson a casino cruise ship out of St. Thomas and hardly poked her nose out ofthe gaming rooms the whole time the ship floated in circles outside the three-milelimit. She had been to Las Vegas and had the time of her life! She loved thethrill of gambling and was good at it. True, she had maxed out her credit cardin both Vegas and Atlantic City and had struggled to pay it off, but she'dcome out three hundred dollars ahead on the gambling ship. She figured thetropical heat had something to do with her improved relations with Lady Luck.
She wanted to cash in the chips, now, so she could enjoy holding the fourhundred dollars in her hand, but Kevin talked her out of it.
?Caitlyn, my sweet,? he cajoled, ?think about it. We're going to be on ParadiseIsland for a week. What's the point of cashing them in now when we'll justturn them back into chips tomorrow so we can play some more? With your skillat blackjack, you can easily triple that in a couple more days. It's all amatter of confidence and persistence.?
Right. She'd been plenty confident and persistent and look what happened!Ignorance and stupidity was more like it. She should have caught on that secondnight when her four-hundred dollar winnings had withered to twenty-five dollars.But she'd had a few really good payoffs along the way and was sure she wasdue for another biggie. Trouble was, they closed the Casino at two a.m. beforeit came.
?It's just a matter of timing,? Kevin assured her in the elevator on theirnine story upward journey to another night of frenetic, naked revelry. ?Youwere just starting a really good roll there. Another few hands and you would'vecleaned up! You've got a special aura, sweetheart. It attracts the good cards.We'll pick it up again tomorrow. You'll see. I've got a really good feelingabout this!?
And he gave her a really good feeling that night, too, beginning in the crowdedelevator on the way to their room when he had the audacity to sneak his lefthand under her mini skirt. They were up against the back wall so nobody noticed(she hoped) and she had no way to stop him without drawing attention to it.She was just plain helpless to keep his finger from sliding under her thongand up into that wet, sensitive place that had been itching for attention allday. She just bit her lower lip and concentrated on not moaning. They werethe last ones in the elevator when it reached the ninth floor, so he felt noneed to extract his wiggly finger as he marched her down the hall. She wasjust giddy enough (and just drunk enough from complimentary vodka screwdrivers)to let him, despite her desperate fear that someone would pop out of a doorat any moment and catch them. To make matters worse (and more exciting) heslid his right hand down the front of her scoop-neck tropical halter, pusheddown her barely adequate black lace bra and gently pinched her nipples as theywalked to the door of the honeymoon suite.
By the time they had closed it behind them, she was gasping at the brink ofan orgasm and practically tore his clothes off to get at the remedy for herache. She fondled and caressed it encouragingly as he took an outrageous amountof time to peel off her own skimpy apparel and lay her down on the king sizebed. She writhed in delirious frustration as his tongue found every spot onher body that craved attention. He let her lick and suck the tip of his hugemale sex toy while he did the same for her little female version. Then, usingthat same male appendage, now drenched with saliva, he traced a delightfullyteasing path from her eyelashes, over her lips, across both nipples, aroundher navel and into the valley of her raging desire where it was suddenly swallowedby a very wet, very urgent and very greedy vagina that wouldn't let it go untilit had surrendered a large cache of liquid assets. And that was only the beginningof the night's debauchery.
Tuesday (which began at two thirty in the afternoon after a long soak in theJacuzzi to relieve the soreness in their wonderfully abused sexual parts) Caitlynand Kevin spent a little time at the indoor pool (where the chlorine stungher eyes and threatened her hair), a little time at the first class restaurant(where the food was a little too tempting) and a little time at the beach (wherethe sun was a little too hot and the air too humid).
As they ambled along the hard wet sand where the tide was pulling back, theycame to a high knoll covered with thick vegetation. A sign at the start ofa foot path announced, ?NUDE BEACH.? Kevin was eager to take a look. Giggling,Caitlyn let him lead her by the hand up over the knoll to the other side. Thebeach on this side was just as populated as the one they had left, but withtwo major differences. More than half the beachgoers were black ? native islanders,Caitlyn assumed ? and everyone was stark naked. Kevin urged her on but theywere stopped by a uniformed policeman who told them no one was allowed on thisportion of the beach while wearing any kind of clothing. ?Okay,? Kevin saidbrightly. ?Let's get rid of the suits.? Caitlyn was tempted, but balked. Shetold him she needed another day to work up her courage before she could gettotally naked in public. He reminded her that the bikini she was wearing onlycovered a few square inches of skin. True enough, she agreed; but those fewinches made all the difference to a girl. She promised him with a kiss, however,that tomorrow (with a deal of fortification from the bar) she would returnwith him and strip to the buff. ?You're my witness,? he said to the policeman. ?Youheard her promise!? The man grinned and nodded. Finally Kevin led her backup over the knoll where they made a bee-line for the Casino to resume her roll.
And roll she did! By about eleven o'clock she was five hundred dollars inthe black and a card away from doubling it. But it turned out to be the wrongcard. ?Confidence! Persistence!? Kevin reminded her. So she soldiered on througha stomach churning night of good cards, bad cards, ups, downs, more downs andstill more downs, until ? when the closing bell rang ? she was a little morethan two thousand dollars in the red.
Later that night Kevin did miraculous things with his tongue in all the rightplaces, but somehow the half dozen orgasms he induced failed to lift her entirelyfrom a darkening funk. She tried to take her mind off the financial hole shehad dug by concentrating on increasing the girth of Kevin's love tool withher own well honed oral skills, but her attention to that tender task was niggledby a nasty inner voice reminding her that she had drained all her meager savingsand was within a thousand dollars of blowing past her credit card limit.
But Wednesday morning (well, one in the afternoon to be precise), Kevin remindedher that with four days left of their vacation there was plenty of time toget back on her roll and restore her credit and bank accounts. Confidence!Persistence!
A long visit to the bar to drown the stubborn remnants of her modesty wastedjust enough time for a tropical downpour to show up, giving Caitlyn a temporaryreprieve from her promise to bare it all on the nude beach. She fully intendedto fulfill her promise to Kevin and knew how silly this last scrap of modestywas, but nevertheless, she felt vastly relieved at the postponement. In fact,she took it as a sign that Lady Luck was once again in her corner. She wasready to return to her place in the winners circle!
Sure enough, back at the Casino the cards started coming her way. By sevenin the evening she had won back fifteen hundred dollars. Things were lookingbright again!
But somehow Lady Luck slipped out the back door when Caitlyn wasn't looking.By closing time Thursday morning she had lost it all again and a great dealmore. In fact, the Casino Manager, an enormous black man with a large, affablesmile and small, hard eyes regretted to inform her that her credit card debthad exceeded her limit.
Shaken out of her gambler's daze (and the happy buzz of several free screwdrivers)by this unpleasant news, she turned to Kevin in boozy alarm.
?Jesus, Kevin, I've run through all my money and now my credit card's maxedout. Where's yours??
?Where's my what, sweetie??
?Your fucking credit card, sweetie ! You heard the man. Mine won'twork any more.?
?I didn't bring my credit card with me on this trip. You said it was all paidfor.?
?The flight and the room and the drinks were paid for. Not the fucking chips!What do you have left for cash??
?Thirty dollars. Enough for breakfast tomorrow.?
?Thirty dollars!? Her well hammered brain went into a fuzzy panic. ?JesusChrist, Kevin! Thirty dollars barely pays for a spam sandwich around here!And I can't win any money back without more chips!?
The large Manager cleared his throat politely. ?I'm afraid it's a more urgentproblem than that, ma'am. You see, visitors who are not citizens of this countrymust clear all debts incurred in a casino before they are allowed to leavethe premises. To do otherwise is a serious felony. You now owe the Casino .. .? He consulted a paper drawn from an inside pocket. ?. . . four thousandseven hundred and sixty dollars, payable before you leave the Casino tonight.?
?Before I leave the Casino?!!? Very little happiness remained in Caitlyn'svodka-based buzz. ?How the hell am I gonna pay four thousand dollars beforeleaving the fucking Casino? I don't have two cents! Kevin! Help me here!?
?I'm afraid I don't have it, either,? he reported sadly.
?But he says they're gonna hold us here until we pay it!?
?No ma'am,? the imposing Manager said through his very white teeth. ?The debtis yours. You will be the one detained. And it will not be here inthe Casino. We do not have the facilities for that.?
?Come on, Kevin,? Caitlyn said, jumping up from her chair at the blackjacktable. ?Let's go to our room and figure out how to get some money.?
The Manager lifted a heavy hand into the air and made a slight beckoning signalwith his index finger. ?No ma'am, I'm afraid you will be detained elsewhereunless and until you have satisfied the debt.? Two equally burly black menin uniforms appeared at her side from out of nowhere. ?Kindly put your handsbehind your back, ma'am,? the Manager said blandly.
?What?!? Caitlyn's indignant frustration turned swiftly to shock.
?I said place your hands behind your back. It is necessary for the authoritiesto take you into custody until this matter is resolved.?
?You can't . . . I won't . . . This isn't . . . Kevin!? she sputtered.
But Kevin said nothing, did nothing, as one of the two burly men moved behindCaitlyn, took hold of her wrists, drew them behind her and snapped handcuffsover them.
?Kevin!? she pleaded, ?Do something! They're gonna put me in jail! Call someone!Your credit card company! My mother! The Ambassador! Don't just stand there,for chrissakes! Do something!?
But he did just stand there. And they did take her away, her eyes afire withanger and fright. She had never been in a jail before. Not even a police station.Definitely not a jail in a tropical country filled with extremely poor blackpeople who spent miserable lives groveling out a sub-poverty income servingrich, haughty white tourists. Like her. Her brain filled with stories she hadread where innocent white female visitors to the third world were framed andsent off to a grim prison cell from which they were dragged daily into thehead jailer's office and gang raped.
The jail to which she was taken, as it turned out, was indeed pretty grim.But not for the reasons she had feared. She was not targeted by bitter andresentful natives for mayhem and abuse. She was not thrown into a filthy cellcrammed with lice-covered, venereally infectious prostitutes and thieves. Shewas not dragged into the head jailer's office and savagely raped by sweatyguards calling her a worthless white whore bitch cunt.
In fact, all the jail attendants ? from the two gentle giants who broughther in, to the exquisitely polite desk sergeant who booked her, to the big-bodiedcourteous Matron who led her to her cell, were kind and gracious.
?Now don't you worry, dear,? the Matron told her as she opened the steel doorto the cell block, ?you'll be just fine. Everyone here will treat you withrespect, right up to your dispatch.? Caitlyn took ?dispatch? to mean when Kevingot hold of the money to free her.
She had hoped all the inmates would be asleep, it being two thirty in themorning, so she could slip into an empty bunk unnoticed, postponing the jailhousehorrors she had read about until morning. But as she and her entourage of Matronand guards started down the corridor, there was a rousing cheer! Behind thewall of bars on both sides was a sea of black faces ? mostly men except forone large cell filled with women ? smiling at her, nodding appreciably, takingin every inch of her long straight blond hair, lush white cleavage, slim shapelywhite limbs and flat white tummy fashionably exposed between her short halterand low-riding mini skirt.
To her surprise, she was led to an open door near the far end of the corridorand put in her own private cell. It's furnishings consisted of a dirty, tornup plastic pallette and a truly filthy metal toilet with no seat. She couldjust make out in the dim light a tiny square barred window up near the ceiling.The burly guards removed her handcuffs and withdrew to just outside the celldoor until the Matron had safely locked her in.
?There's no blankets, dear,? the large woman said through the bars, ?but youwon't need any. Try to get some sleep. We'll see you in the morning and prepareyou properly for the Magistrate.?
Caitlyn was too shell shocked to reply. She stood in a helpless rage listeningto the cadence of their feet retreating back down the corridor, followed bythe solid clank of the cell block door and the shunk of its lock. She tookstock of her surroundings: cinder block walls, cement floor and ceiling, ironbars, disgusting pallette, revolting toilet. Not even a sink. She sank cautiouslyto the pallette and burst into tears. It wasn't long before she became acutelyaware of the torrid heat. No air conditioning for ?detained? prisoners. Shecould hear a constant scrabble of cockroaches and other unseen vermin and smelledthe fear-driven stench of her own heavily perspiring body. Eventually, outof sheer weariness, she managed to put her head down on the foul pallette and wept herself into a sweat-drenched sleep.
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