Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01

... by what he was about to see. He was used to his boss's sometimes over-the-top schemes. She was famous for her elaborate, themed parties. But what he'd been told was difficult to believe.

They'd just cruised across the Atlantic, from the beautiful Mediterranean where Morgan usually hung out. She loved life on the French Riviera. He had to admit, the area was beautiful, and populated with a horde of wealthy, beautiful people, who knew how to enjoy life.

It was also a place where a rich woman, like Morgan, needed bodyguards. Over here, on this crazy island, not so much.

Regardless, he enjoyed his work. It was a far cry from the Corps. After the Academy, he'd spent six years deployed to crappy places, doing frighteningly terrible things, so working for her was much more enjoyable. The money was fantastic. And the fringe benefits even better.

Good God! on occasion when none of her boyfriends was available - she had many - Morgan even slept with him. And as in everything else she did, she was very good at sex. Certainly experienced, but also able to focus on pleasing as well as being pleased. Win-win.

She was indeed a brilliant woman, a beautiful one too. And oh, so very rich.

But there was a side to her that was sometimes scarry. Even to a guy who'd been shot at, and been shot.

In the Corps he'd worked for a lot of senior officers who were similarly chilling. Generals who were both caring of their own, and totally ruthless with anyone else.

Morgan could ...

... behave the same.

Jerry, one of the guys on his normal team, had pointed that out, late one night when they'd been off duty. "Man, that woman frightens me," he had declared. "Sometimes I think we work for fucking Cruella de Vil. If she wanted that coat, she'd sure as hell zap a hundred puppies. Without blinking an eye."

They'd laughed, but he had to admit the guy had a point.

During the cruise, when Morgan had taken him aside to tell him what he'd be tasked with when they arrived on the island, he had remembered that very conversation - Cruella.

And he'd spent that night reminding himself that she was paying him a ton of money for his services.

It helped, too that she'd screwed him twice during the trip.

Walking over, he was both anxious and curious about what he'd find in the new building. He did understand that it was only a short-term arrangement, they'd be leaving in just a little over two weeks, a couple of days after Christmas.

Then he'd be able to move on and forget all about them.

At least while he was there, large and in charge, he could make sure they were comfortable. He may be one of Cruella's minions, but that didn't mean he was as ruthless as his boss.

He opened the door to a long-wide hallway with three cage doors built into the solid walls on each side. The building contained six separate rooms, and little else.

Inside each cell was a person, or animal, at first glance it was hard to tell.

The lighting in the wide central space, ...