Lynn was genuinely sorry for the loss of her Portuguese lover and equally disturbed over the abrupt termination of her sole source of income. She wondered if she was, after all, a born loser. She had failed at marriage, at blackmail, and her most promising career, that of prostitution, had been disappointingly brief. Now that she stopped to think about it, she had been a lousy teacher, too, she admitted ruefully. There ought to be something she could do successfully. One could hardly put an advertisement in the local paper: "Cocks expertly sucked. $5.00 per orgasm. Satisfaction guaranteed."
Ellen and Kalola were duly sympathetic when she related her disastrous adventure of the evening.
"That leaves us right back where we started," Kalola stated gloomily.
"Yeah, even my deal with Joe Moto is a bummer," Ellen put in. "I can pay the rent by going to bed with him every day, but he wants exclusive rights to me. He says if he finds out I'm doing any fucking on the side, he'll toss us all out on our asses."
"I don't know what we're going to do," Lynn sighed.
"Why, we're all going to the island of Maui. That's what we're going to do," said a voice from the front porch, and the three girls gave squeals of delight as Wikiwiki opened the screen door and came into the room.
"Wiki!" Kalola cried, immediately beginning to divest herself of her skirt and blouse. "The Gods must have sent you! We were all feeling so blue and now you come to cheer us up. Take off your pants."
"Nothing doing," Wikiwiki declared firmly, placing a huge hand between her nakedly bouncing breasts to hold her off. "No sex until we have talked business. That goes for you two as well. Lynn, please unhand my cock and, Ellen, pull your skirt back down."
"Oh, all right," Lynn agreed ungraciously. "What's this about Maui? What's over there?"
"The new, multimillion-dollar hotel and resort, 'The Hotel Hale-Kaahumanu'," Wikiwiki replied, seating himself in the best chair in the house and determinedly crossing his legs. "You haole chicks are new to the islands, so you may not have heard of the Hale-Kaahumanu, and it was built while Kalola was on the mainland, so maybe she doesn't know about it either. Well, here is the story. The hotel is part of a chain that has places like it in nearly every resort spot on earth. The owner is a rich slob from New York named Euclid J. Barrington-Phaff. He came out here on vacation three years ago, bought up some property near Lahina and started construction. The Hale-Kaahumanu has been open a month and it's already in bad trouble. The cause of this bad trouble is Elmer McFarthingale, the hotel manager. Elmer is a jerk, but he got the job because he is engaged to Evangeline Barrington-Phaff, the owner's nutty daughter. Evangeline was a jet-set party girl and a real swinger until she suddenly got religion about a year ago. The Rasputin in her life is one Matthew Longworth, The Church of the Blood of our Savior. Anyway, Evangeline, influenced by this Longworth kook, is the real boss of the new hotel, and she's turned it into a Sunday School. She even makes poor Elmer require young couples to show a marriage license before accepting their reservations."
Kalola shuddered. "What a horrible place! What would we go there for?"
Wikiwiki grinned fondly. "To take it over. Look, old Barrington-Phaff isn't a bad guy for a haole, but he doesn't know what's going on. He turned the whole thing over to his son-in-law-to-be. I think it's our duty to step in there and save his investment for him. Of course, as a reward we wind up running the hotel and Elmer will be out on his fanny. Here's how we go about it: one of my cousins is the surfing instructor there, and he's screwing the wife of the man who runs the personnel office and does all the hiring. I can get us all jobs… me as a lifeguard and you three in the kitchen. You start out by screwing the chef and you soon fuck your way into better and better jobs until, before you know it, you are so important to the operation that the hotel can't run without you. Then, when the time is right, wham! We take over. What do you say?"
"I guess so," Lynn said, frowning. "How do we know when the time is right, and how do we go about taking over?"
"You leave that to me," Wikiwiki said, tapping the side of his head to indicate that there, somewhere under his beautiful shock of curly, black hair, reposed all the brains that could possibly be required for an undertaking of this sort.
"Okay," Lynn replied, obviously relieved. "But can we do a little whoring on the side as we go along? I hardly got started as a chippy when Tony died. I hate to give it up."
"By all means," Wikiwiki assured her. "That's exactly the sort of thing that a resort hotel needs to liven it up and make it a success. People don't come here from the mainland just to look at palm trees and eat pineapples. When I'm manager, all the hotel employees will be dedicated to the entertainment of the customers. Just be discreet at first, until we get Elmer and his silly fiancee, Evangeline, out of the way."
"Now that that's settled," Ellen said, "how about taking care of us? You promised."
"No, I didn't," Wikiwiki denied. "I said there would be no sex until we were through discussing business, but I can't accommodate you myself. I have to work tonight to raise money for our trip to Maui tomorrow. However, just to show you that I am a thoughtful person, I brought some friends who will be glad to fix you up." He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled shrilly. The screened door instantly popped open, and three beach boys burst into the room.
"I want the fat one!" Lynn cried. "You like getting your cock sucked, lover boy?"
Leaving the girls to enjoy themselves, Wikiwiki slipped out into the night and hurried back to the hotel room where he had left the blonde tourist. He had lied to his new partners. He had plenty of money, but the slender, delicate bride fascinated him and he had not yet had enough of her.
He didn't even bother knocking at her door this time, but pushed it open and went on in. She was in bed with her husband. He was awkwardly making love to her and neither of them heard Wikiwiki's bare feet on the carpet. The beach boy politely waited until they had finished, then tapped the husband on the shoulder. The startled man looked up to see a bronzed giant towering over him and shaking his head in disapproval.
"You do not do it right," Wikiwiki said. "You go sit in chair and I show you mo' bettah how fucky-fucky."
"What?" the husband screeched, both in fear and indignation. "What are you doing in here? This is our room. You get out. Go on, before I call the police."
Wikiwiki still stood there, regarding the husband with sorrowful contempt. "Why fo' yo' haole guy come Hawaii fo' vacation?" he demanded. "To fucky yo' own wife? Tsk, tsk. Yo' gonna be long time married same gal. How many times on mainland yo' gonna get chance fucky cute native chick, hunh?"
"But… but… we're just married!" the man protested. "We're on our honeymoon. Besides, why should I let you fuck my wife. It's not… why, it's not even decent!"
His wife laughed. "Robert," she giggled, "you're absolutely hopeless. The other night when those beach boys took me away from you and I told you afterward they were just being playful and that all they did was teach me an old Hawaiian game played at luaus, you were really stupid enough to believe me, weren't you? What a dope. As a matter of fact, they very thoroughly raped me and it was lovely. Then Wikiwiki spent two hours with me earlier this evening. You really should do as he says. You should sit over there in a chair and watch an expert. You could use a little instruction, you know."
Robert was shocked. "You mean you actually let this man make love to you? And now you're bragging about it… right to my face?"
"You better believe it," she replied feelingly. "Don't act so prissy. I suppose you think I don't know about the Chinese girl you had at the party. And where were you today while Wikiwiki was here? Why don't you be a dear and go out on the town. I'll bet you could pick up one of these pretty brown girls and have yourself a ball. Like he says, how often will we ever have a chance to do anything like this back in Iowa?"
Her husband considered her suggestion thoughtfully. "I suppose you're right," he murmured. "You really don't mind, dear?"
"Are you kidding?" she asked, laughing. "If you could see this guy with his pants off, you wouldn't ask me if I mind. Now will you please quit yakking about it and get the hell out of the bed so Wikiwiki can get in?"
Robert got up then and began dressing. When he was ready to go out, he paused at the door and looked back. There was a tangle of naked brown and white limbs already thrashing frantically at the bed.
"You certainly have changed since I met you at the Methodist-Christian Youth Rally in Sioux City," he said, but the only answer from the bed was the sibilant hiss of heavy breathing and the protesting squeak of the bedsprings.
He closed the door softly behind him as he left. As he walked down the hall to the elevator, he was thinking that Doris was a very sweet girl, even though she had turned out to be bolder and somewhat more adventurous than he had supposed. He wondered if the International Market Place was still open. There had been a cute native girl there who had given him the eye earlier that day. Yes, Hawaii was a wonderful place and everything the travel folders had promised. Perhaps Doris would agree to returning every year for their vacation.
Wikiwiki withdrew his cock from the sucking embrace of the girl's pussy and, turning quickly on the bed, he thrust the head of it between her lips. From the way she gagged and sputtered, he knew this was a new experience for her… that she'd probably never heard of such a thing before. Fine. He liked the role of instructor to the young and innocent. He'd teach her even more. He jammed his tongue into her, wishing, as he often did, that it was as long as his prick. Her skin was so white, so fragile. Her inner thighs were as soft on his cheeks as the caress of a gardenia-scented breeze, and his nose was filled with the perfumed aroma of her musk. What a shame for a jerk like Robert to have won a prize like this! After he became manager of the Hale-Kaahumanu, he would write to her. By that time she would be sick of Robert and he could talk her into coming back to Hawaii to stay. She would make a fine addition to his harem and he knew she would be glad to become a hustler for his sake.
Doris didn't know what to make of having her mouth filled with prick, but as it began to slide smoothly back and forth over her tongue, well lubricated by pre-orgasmic jism, she decided she didn't really mind at all. She stroked his legs, smelling the warm sand and sea scent of them and loved the feel of his softly haired scrotum thudding rhythmically against her nose, and she adored what he was doing to her with his mouth. She felt him suck the membranous flesh of her vulva between his teeth while his tongue did a little dance on the button of her clitoris. He had found her anus with one finger and was forcing the puckery, tightly muscled orifice to yield to him. Suddenly his finger shot into her. The pain was excruciating and yet infinitely thrilling, magnifying her passion and creating in her a white-hot frenzy of lust. He fucked his finger in and out of her and she loved it, wishing it was as large as his cock as she strained her slender body toward him, lifting her lovely legs into the air to spread herself even more for him.
Just before she began to come and at the same time to swallow rapidly as his sperm filled her mouth, she determined that she and Robert would return to Hawaii every year for their vacation. If Robert didn't want to come with her, to hell with him. She wondered if Wikiwiki would someday consent to let her stay with him. Maybe he would if she offered to become a whore and give him all the money she would make. She would write to him after she went home to Sioux City. Perhaps she could convince him.
The grounds of the Hale-Kaahumanu were a beautiful and gracious example of tropical landscaping and made up in part for the cold unloveliness of the towering edifice of glass and steel that rose, tier upon tier, above the surrounding cane fields on the edge of Lahina.
It was not the happy, bustling, prosperous place it could have been. There was a sad, hushed hollowness to the sound of footfalls in its nearly empty halls and an air of solemn, funeral morbidity to its dining room. There was music. Sound poured from many speakers, but not the lively beat of The Hawaiian War Chant. No, the listeners were, instead, treated to muted strains from Wagner's Tannhauser.
"This place gives I me the creeps," Lynn said for the hundredth time since she, her girl friends and Wikiwiki had arrived there a week before. She was off-duty from her job as salad maker and was lounging on the tiny section of beach reserved for employees. The man with her was Koko, the half-Japanese bell captain. He was a pudgy, soft-looking person, with a roll of fat above the top of his trunks and slanted eyes so slitted in his moon face that the irises were invisible.
"It isn't very lively," he admitted. "I don't think it will remain open for long if the owner's daughter continues to influence Mr. McFarthingale. The only guests we've attracted so far are people so old that all they want is quiet. It's like a rest home for the nearly dead."
"How about Mr. Martin in Sixteen?" Lynn asked. "He's not over sixty."
Koko shrugged. "He's leaving tomorrow. Shame, too. He's the only tipper in the place. I'd find another job if I could. He rang for ice water this morning and when I took it up to him, he hinted around that he'd enjoy a little female companionship and there'd be a few bucks in it for me if I could supply him. I had to let him know the policy of the hotel is dead set against that sort of thing. He got mad and told me he was checking out. Hell of a place."
Lynn sat up, her eyes glowing with interest. "He did? Look, Koko, why don't you use your influence to get me transferred to the room service staff? You get me a job as maid and I'll guarantee that Martin won't leave. How's that?"
Koko looked surprised. "You'd let the old fart have a little… for money? If anyone found out, and it got back to Evangeline, she'd fire me."
"Aw, come on. Take a chance."
"I don't know. I don't think I better."
"Maybe I can change your mind for you," Lynn said as she looked around to make sure they were alone on the beach, then reached behind her to unsnap her halter top. Her beautiful breasts, starkly white against the tan of her torso, stood out defiantly and she wiggled her body, making them dance enticingly. She heard Koko's sharp gasp.
"I could be very nice to you if you would get me that new job," she suggested, smiling at him. To prove it, she unbuttoned the bottom part of her sun suit and began rolling it down over her lush hips. "How about it?"
Koko licked his lips and began to perspire. "I'm a married man," he said, "and I've been true to my wife, but I've never fucked a white girl and I've always wanted to try it. Will you let me do something special with you if I agree?"
"Sure. What's your perversion?"
Koko winced. "We could go up there in those bushes," he whispered hoarsely. "I could cut a small switch. I'd like to whip you on the fanny before we do it. My wife won't let me do that."
"Just don't mark me," Lynn cautioned him. "I want a nice, smooth ass for Mr. Martin, you know."
"All right," Koko affirmed eagerly. "Let's go."
They walked up the beach to the stand of brush, and Lynn lay on the warm sand while he broke off a slender switch. He knelt on the ground beside her and she heard it whistle through the air before it touched her buttocks with a streak of fire. She began to regret her bargain, but remembered that Wikiwiki was counting on her, so she clenched her teeth and determined to endure the pain of the flagellation. Again and again he struck her. Just when she thought she could no longer stand it, she became aware that the agony seemed to diminish now with each stroke. Soon the blows had entirely lost their sting, and instead she noticed a tingling thrill that ran through her each time he applied the switch to her skin. It was, she thought, something like the time she had taken a tablet of Ellen's LSD. The beating was somehow making her come more alive, increasing and expanding her awareness. She saw the sand a few inches from her face with startling clarity, felt the slight, on-shore breeze in a new and different way and the smell of the sea was a heady, pungent aroma she had never before noticed. She was also more aware of her own body and its nakedness. She was acutely conscious of how she must look to him, all of her back, her buttocks and her lower body exposed to his gaze. It thrilled her in a strange way she had never before known. She impulsively spread her legs, wanting him to see her cunt and her asshole. Her clitoris was throbbing as though each blow of the whip was a finger or a tongue stroking it avidly. She wondered if she was going to come.
"Now I'm ready," Koko panted. "Turn over."
"Oh, yes! Yes!" she breathed, tormented with passion and desire as she flung herself over on her back, having to restrain herself from screaming with joy as he mounted her and thrust his cock into her with one savage lunge.
It was a thing done convulsively and jerkily, done in the red, swirling mist of a lust that burned them both and drove them at each other like two mad animals in the frenzy of their heat. It was over quickly, but was so intense that Lynn feared she would die in the blazing fires of the orgasm that shook her every nerve and muscle.
While he lay panting on her exhausted body, his cock still in her, she put her hand under one of her breasts and lifted a nipple to his mouth, indicating by the urgency with which she crushed her soft yet firm abundance against his face that she wanted him to bite her. He obliged her, and she knew one more thrill of dying passion as his teeth crushed down on the magenta delicacy.
He raised his head and, for the first time, she could see his eyes. They gleamed at her strangely, still clouded with lust, remote and somehow excitingly evil.
"You liked it, didn't you?" he asked her. He sounded as though he thought that an unbelievable miracle.
"I loved it!" she breathed.
"It's better with a belt," he told her, "and there is another way… with the end of a wet towel. The towel hurts like hell and leaves red welts, but they disappear in an hour."
"I want to do it every way you know," she told him. "You can make up some kind of a story for your wife and come to my room at night."
"If I had the nerve, I would kill my wife. That is why we have no children… she won't let me whip her and that is the only way I can get an erection. She doesn't care. She is a cold bitch. I have dreamed about taking her far out on the beach, where no one could hear her scream, and having a really good time with her."
Lynn shuddered. "You better not," she said. "You might get caught. You can come to my room and use a belt or towel on me whenever you feel like it. Will you get me on as a maid? I'll give you a percentage of what I get from Martin, or any other man in the hotel."
"Sure. I can fix it this afternoon. Can I whip you again now?"
"Oh, yes! Please do!"
That evening, dressed in her new costume as a maid, Lynn went to Room Sixteen. She knocked lightly on the door and went in before the white-haired man on the bed could answer. "Oh," she exclaimed, pretending to be surprised to see him lying there, his puffy, corpulent body clothed only in underwear. "I didn't know you were in, Mr. Martin. I just wanted to tidy up a bit in here. Don't bother to get up, sir. I'll only be a minute." She turned her back on him and bent from the waist to pick up some lint from the carpet. She was well aware that the action exposed her legs and the backs of her thighs to the lacy fringe of her panties. She took her time with the lint and, when she straightened up, she was flushed from the effort.
"My but I envy you," Lynn said. "You certainly look nice and cool that way. Goodness! There's another piece of lint." She bent again so that the backs of her legs were pressed against the edge of the bed. When she felt his flabby old hand tentatively touch her thigh she held still, letting him explore, then came slowly erect and gave him a dimpled smile over her shoulder. "Your hand feels good there," she assured him. "It's so cool."
"One way to beat the heat, eh, girlie?" he cackled. "I guess that dumb Jap finally got on the ball. Next thing is whether you can get me a hard-on or not. I'm not as young as I used to be and I sometimes have trouble that way."
"I don't charge any more to suck it," Lynn suggested, "and I'll bet that will get you excited. Wait a moment and I'll take my clothes off. Then we can have a real nice time."
"Suits me. I'll pay you whether I come or not. You're a beauty. Having you will be worth it, no matter what happens."
As Lynn knelt on the bed and took his white, limp cock in her mouth, she was remembering the hot sands of the beach and Koko's slitty, evil, thrilling eyes as he had begun whipping her the second time.
She could hardly wait for night.