Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 05 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 05

... charms and personable good nature had endeared her to everyone who had ever met her. Pamela was a truly gorgeous young woman, with an awe-inspiring figure and a very happy, smiling face that brightened up any room she was in. Her eyes were somewhat dark and inquisitive, but they also had a mischievous glint to them. They were a good representation of her personality. "Why were you a stripper for so long?" I asked out loud. I shook my head and added in a whisper, "My only regret is that I did not rescue you from that horrible life and career long before I actually did." I squeezed Pamela bit tighter to me - wanting to cherish (and protect) her, and ended, "Nothing that happened back then matters anymore." Indeed, it did not. Pamela would never see the stage of a strip club again. She would never have to wrap and coil her body in imaginative ways around a brass pole again. Best of all, Pamela no longer had to degrade herself in front of total and complete strangers in order to make a living. Those days were long gone, and would forever stay that way. Of course, Pamela was an entirely different person today than she was when I first met her nearly two years ago (almost to the day). Pamela was no longer a stripper and now, believe it or not, no one could possibly even guess that was once her profession (for 12 years, no less). She had distanced herself so much from her _prior life_ that sometimes I even forgot that she was once a high-paid exotic dancer myself. But her ...

... transformation went much deeper than that. When Pamela first arrived on the island, she was reserved and _very_ guarded - almost to the point of being shy. It was as if Pamela had a big shield around her, and was afraid to let others in. She was even somewhat of a recluse back then, often choosing to go to the library and read a book instead of getting involved in group activities with the others. Being a stripper for so long certainly dulled and jaded Pamela's senses - and her ability to trust others - beyond all belief. She was quite stubborn and narrow-minded when we first met, needless to say, refusing to embrace (or even try) the idea of a group relationship and marriage. No... Pamela was intent on having me to herself. It led to some definite conflicts between her and Kristanna, as well as Devon, in those early days. Kristanna and I wanted Pamela to open both her mind and heart to us; we wanted to take care of her, and make her happy. We wanted to love and provide for her. But that was not going to happen unless Kristanna and I (as well as the others) broke through that seemingly impervious barrier Pamela had up at all times. After not only leaving the island in an angry daze, but seemingly any chance of a relationship with us at the same time in July 2013, fast-forward a few months to the date of December 4, 2013. Pamela was rushed to the hospital in Maryland after collapsing on-stage at the strip club during a performance with what turned out to be an eye-opening and very ...