3 . #2
Taneth just hoped her hunch was right and that the sisters wouldn’t miss it. The island appealed to The Bonadykes upper class, repressed female target that The Bonadykes loved, and the idea of discretion and privacy would give them the freedom to choose their targets carefully.
As it turned out, Viola loved the idea, saying that the “Kink Week” would line up perfectly with another event that she was throwing on the island for some exclusive clients. Taneth pressed for more info, but Viola played coy.
Now as she got the tour of the island, Taneth realized that the VIP clients who had exclusive access to the rest of the island must be the ones Viola was referring to.
Maybe it was a party or something? Either way, as long as it didn’t interfere with her catching the Bonadykes, it didn’t both Taneth.
They steppeed into the lobby and a beautiful receptionist gave them a smile as the flame haired woman stepped over to the desk, grabbed a room card, and then lead Taneth to an elevator.
“I think I’ll get settled first and then see how the fetish activities are going.” Taneth answered.
“That’s a lovely plan, we have most of it set up in our grand ball room.” Viola smiled as they stepped on the elevator.
Once they reached the floor, Viola lead Taneth down a hallway to one of the rooms.
“I think you’ll find that your things have already been delivered, and if the room isn’t to your satisfaction, don’t hesitate to reach out to me personally.” Viola slid the keycard and opened the door.
“Why thank you.” Taneth’s smile hid her annoyance. Though most probably enjoyed Viola’s personal attention, Taneth found it overbearing.
If she was going to be hunting the Bonadykes, she couldn’t do it with Viola looking over her shoulders the entire time.
They stepped into her room, and true to Viola’s word, her luggage had already been brought up and was stacked neatly by the bed.
“Do you need anything else? A snack, a drink?” Viola asked.
“I think I’m just going to unpack and shower, then I’ll see how things are going.” Taneth hoped the red haired woman got the message.
“Well that’s a lovely idea, and if you need anything else, my maids are specially trained to give you that extra, personal attention.” Viola winked at Taneth.
“I’m fine, thank you.” Taneth kept her tone firm.
“Ah, I see. Maybe you’ll find someone more like minded down at the –”
“Viola, I apologize but it was a long boat ride and I just want to unwind.” Taneth took a step towards the woman.
“Oh of course,” Viola seemed somewhat taken aback but backed towards the door. “Please reach out if you need anything.”
“Of course, and thank you.” With Viola out in the hall, Taneth closed and bolted the room door.
She hasn’t changed a bit. Taneth sighed. Viola was still pushy, still oblivious of boundaries. Part of Taneth understood the other woman’s behavior, with beauty like Viola’s, she probably didn’t hear the word “no” a lot.
Maybe after I catch the Bonadykes I’ll come here for a proper getaway.
Taneth thought as she stepped over to her luggage.
She opened one of the large cases meant for transporting people and removed several sets of manacles, tape, handcuffs, and muzzles.
Though Taneth didn’t consider herself a kinky person, sometimes instruments of restraint became the tools of her trade.
Then she opened the second human sized case and removed even more restraints.
With both cases empty, she stored them next to the bed and placed the restraints in one of the dresser drawers.
Then Taneth finished unpacking her regular luggage.
Once she was settled in, Taneth finally stepped into the bathroom for a long, relaxing shower.
***
Once she was showered, Taneth changed into something a little more…
appropriate, and made her way down to the lobby towards the ballroom.
She expected her outfit to turn heads and draw attention, but as she began to navigate the hotel’s wide corridors, the bounty hunter realized that if anything, she should have worn less.
As she got closer to the ballroom, a couple walked past her pulling a ball gagged woman wearing a g-string by a leash, and as far as Taneth could tell, the ball-gagged woman loved every minute of it.
As for Taneth, she wore the old sling-shot bikini from her failed wrestling days.
Her breasts were small, almost nonexistent, so she wouldn’t have to worry about them falling out, and the thong back showed off her bronze, and firm buttocks.
Around her waist she wore a police issue utility belt with handcuffs dangling from the back directly above her firm ass cheeks.
To add to the ensemble, she wore a fake police badge over her right breast, and a fake police hat, both bought from a costume store.
Originally, Taneth wasn’t sure what to wear that would be “kink” but then remembered hearing a rumor that the female cops in Marston’s Pointe wore thong bikinis, and decided to work that into her outfit.
As she walked through the hotel, she noticed that many people were dressed way skimpier than she was. Despite this, Taneth couldn’t help but feel exposed as she walked through the hotel in the revealing swimsuit.
All around the ball room, people were galloping about the hotel in all sorts of skimpy attire. At a nearby bar, people drinking and laughing, and a large window gave them an excellent view of the pool area where more kinksters were enjoying the sun and water equally.
Then Taneth stepped into the ballroom, where vendor tables had been set up.
There were dommes of various sexes selling their services, people selling clothing and equipment, and many more things that Taneth didn’t even understand.
The bounty hunter walked slowly through the room, smiling politely at people when they looked at her, but doing her best not to stop and engage anyone.
One thing that she found that worked in her favor was that her relatively modest outfit meant that she was blending in with the crowd, people didn’t really pay her much mind.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed as she walked the ballroom and then out into the hotel itself.
There was no sign of the Bonadykes, but that didn’t’ mean they weren’t on the island, and Taneth began to strike up conversations with people around the hotel in the hopes of gaining any information.
One thing that surprised her was how talkative and open people were at this event, and it became very easy to get complete strangers to spill their secrets to her.
Unfortunately, though she had come away with very intimate details on many people’s lives, none of them had crossed paths with the Bonadykes or anyone matching their descriptions.
After a few hours of meeting people and searching, Taneth decided to head to the bar by the pool and order a drink while she planned her next move. As she sat sipping on a margarita, Taneth began to question the Bonadykes were even at the island, or if this had all been for nothing.
I was so sure they would take the bait. She grumbled and took another sip.
Then she found herself wondering how Fuscia’s search for the siblings was going. She had warned her professional contacts about working with the muscular young woman, and as far as she knew, Fuscia had no resources of her own.
Still, the image of the goddess like woman dragging the Bonadykes in to collect the bounty danced through Taneth’s head. There was no way she could let her former protege steal this out from under her.
“Oh there you are! Enjoying our bar!” Taneth heard someone slur, and turned to see Viola stumbling towards her, drink in hand.
The exotic, red-haired Latina had lost her sarong, and did a twirl as she approached Taneth. Viola’s ass was as rock solid as the rest of her.
“Just enjoying a quiet drink.” Taneth smiled and sipped.
“How do you like our island?” Viola stumbled into the chair next to the bounty hunter.
“It’s lovely.” Taneth responded.
“Have you met anyone yet? There’s so many fun, interesting people here.” Viola exclaimed.
“I’m more here to relax, not meet anyone.” Taneth smiled as she spoke.
Jesus, she’s obsessed with me hooking up with someone.
Taneth grumbled, but then again this was an island made specifically for having sex, and no doubt Viola wanted every guest to go home and tell wild stories about a sordid affair they had on an island getaway so that their friends would want to come.
“Come, I want you to meet someone.” Viola got off her stool and wrapped an arm around Taneth’s shoulder.
“I’m fine, really, I think I’ll just finish my drink and maybe go for a swim.”
“No, I insist, come!” With that, Viola pulled Taneth off her stool and out the doors to the pool.
Does she always get this drunk? Taneth wondered as they stepped out into the heat of the island afternoon. Viola was the owner of the resort, it made sense that she would mingle with the guests, but getting drunk in the middle of the day seemed unprofessional.
But then again maybe that was part of the appeal, partying with the beautiful former model who owned a sex island.
Viola led Taneth out onto the pool area and towards a wide area filled with beach chairs. People in all manner of swimwear were reclining or milling about the area. As they made their way to one of the chairs, a stocky blond haired woman was stepping out of the pool with a towel around her neck.
She was short but well built, with rock solid, six-pack abs and the fabric of her swimsuit clung to her perfectly shaped, large breasts quite seductively.
Her swimsuit was a revealing orange one-piece, completely open in the mid-section, and curved around the hips.
The woman’s ass was small, tight, and firm, and she had a strong, square jawline that made Taneth think of a valkyrie from mythology.
Taneth also recognized her immediately, Nadia Bonadyke. She looked different than the mugshot she had seen in the file, and as she studied the other woman, Taneth realized that Nadia had a fair amount of cosmetic work done.
“Hey Viola!” Nadia smiled and made her way over to the red haired woman and Taneth.
Viola smiled and embraced the blond haired woman and then turned to Taneth.