Chapter Three
Chapter Three
“Is there a reason we couldn’t just tip all of the ice out of here?” he asked as they walked along the beach, each holding a handle on either side of the ice box. He was wearing a light shirt as well as his trunks, open to let the breeze cool him down.
“Yes,” she said, “I wanted to see how strong you were.” She laughed. “No, they get real pissy if you pour it out onto the sand. Don’t ask me why, I didn’t care enough to question it.”
“Fair enough,” he said, “it’s not that heavy anyway.”
He glanced over at her, amazed she didn’t seem to be struggling in the least. Sure, it wasn’t
that
heavy, but it wasn’t
that
light either, and somehow her petite frame had managed to lug it all the way to the beach by herself, plus the weight of all the cans!
Oh, how he wished they’d saved a couple of cans for the way back to wherever they were going.
“So,” he said, “how did you end up working here?”
“You know,” she said, “Papa couldn’t afford the mortgage on the farm and our family home was on the verge of being repossessed. So I headed off to the big city with plans to make it big, convinced I could earn enough money as a Broadway star to save the family farm once and for all. And, if instead of that, I just so happened to meet a hunky older man who could whisk me off my feet, then that would be nice too. Well, one out of two ain’t bad.”
He looked at her, unsure what to say.
“I ended up working here the same way everyone else does. They want to experience Spring Break but don’t have a trust fund or student loans to fund it. So, I scraped a bit of cash together and travelled down with a couple of friends. We share a room, and when I’m not working, we hit the town. Fortunately, I mostly work days, so I get most nights off. Although, I don’t remember the last night I got off. Not with someone else, anyhow.”
His cock twitched at the thought of Emi getting off, lying in bed between her two friends. For some reason, he imagined Chiho on one side, Aiko on the other, as Emi’s fingers worked rapidly between her legs as her two friends slept, or pretended to sleep, listening to her soft moans and heavy breathing as she brought herself to climax.
“Here we are,” she said finally, dropping her side of the ice box, causing Josh to drop his. “Magnificent, isn’t she?”
Yes,
thought Josh, looking at Emi’s hot body shining in the sun, her skin glistening with perspiration,
magnificent.
Emi began to walk off and as Josh’s eyes followed her, he finally saw what she was talking about, a dilapidated old shack sitting in the middle of the beach.
He watched as she stopped at the shack door and slid her slender fingers into the tiny shorts pocket, her fingers struggling to fit into the tight space. He thought of her in bed again for some reason.
“Ah ha!” she proclaimed, holding aloft a small key.
She put the key in the lock and jiggled the handle as she tried to get the door to open, Josh watching, wondering whether the door would come off first or whether the shack would collapse entirely. But after a few attempts, the door swung open and clattered into the side of the shack.
Grab that, will you?” she asked, indicating to the ice box, “I’ll just go tidy up.”
He walked over and picked up the ice box, heaving as he did so, and carried it to the shack.
He got to the doorway and stopped in his tracks.
Emi was inside, sitting on a countertop, swinging her bare legs crossed at the ankle, in nothing but her bikini, her short shorts neatly folded next to her.
“Welcome,” she said, swooping one arm through the air, “to the Pleasure Palace.”