4 . #2
“You know, I think you’re gonna be a hard case, I hope you don’t mind if I make myself comfortable.” Nadia began to pull down the straps of her swimsuit.
“Urrgghh ggmmmf!” Taneth twisted and protested.
Nadia pushed down the top of her swimsuit, exposing her completely symmetrical, large breasts, which were considerably paler than the rest of her skin.
“I thought I might do something about these tan lines.” Nadia smiled, pushed down the rest of her swimsuit, and leaned back in the chair, completely naked.
Only then did Taneth realized that Jaimie was also nowhere to be seen. She twisted her head, trying to spot the second Bonadyke sister, but it seemed that it was only her, Viola, and Nadia on the balcony.
Had Fuscia grabbed Jaimie already?
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As Fuscia marched down the hotel hallway, cognizant of the many eyes on her chiseled body as she did, she reflected that this was the second time she had left Taneth bound, gagged, and writhing for her freedom while she stalked off in search of a bounty.
This time though, she had left her former mentor at the hands of the Bonadyke Sisters.
It’s not personal, just business. She smirked at a passer by as she attempted to appear calm and collected on the way to the now helpless bounty hunter’s room. Being a maid at the hotel afforded her certain privileges, in this case being able to discover Taneth’s room number and gain access to it.
Fuscia wasn’t stupid, she liked to think that her mind was as solid as her muscular body, and she knew that after she left Taneth bound and gagged in her home that the Latina bounty hunter would continue her pursuit of the Bonadykes,
but nonetheless the silver haired goddess was still surprised to see the other woman walk into the Bonadyke’s suite alongside Viola.
But Taneth had clearly bitten off more than she could chew, and seeing Fuscia there had clearly thrown her off her game enough for the sisters – and Fuscia – to tie her up.
Fuscia wasn’t sure what the sisters had in mind for the currently helpless bounty hunter, but she knew that she had to take advantage of this distraction while she could and snuck away while the two wanted women were distracted with Taneth and Viola.
Hopefully by the time she scoped out Taneth’s room and came back, the sisters wouldn’t even notice she was gone.
One thing she had learned about Taneth during her time with the older bounty hunter was that she always had a plan, and Fuscia hoped that she could find enough clues around the other woman’s hotel room to figure out what that plan was.
Fuscia didn’t harbor any ill will towards Taneth, the woman had taught her much about the life of a bounty hunter, and was a firecracker in bed, but Fuscia had always planned on turning on Taneth and striking out on her own once an opportunity presented itself.
The muscular black woman was honestly surprised that Taneth didn’t expect her protege to eventually betray her, after all, Taneth had always lectured her on how competitive the bounty hunting world was.
When Fuscia heard on Eden’s podcast about the large sums on the heads of both of the Bonadykes, she couldn’t resist, and she already had Taneth at a disadvantage with her being tied up.
It was almost too easy. She knew that Taneth would eventually get out of the binds, the two had worked together on several escape challenges, but Fuscia would already have a head start.
But the Bonadykes proved to be slippery.
Fuscia attempted posing as a lonely rich housewife online while also hitting up several sources of her own, but it seemed that the sisters had gone to ground, then she stumbled on a social media page for Eros Island, and an event called “Kink Week” aimed at older woman exploring their kinks.
For Fuscia, it seemed like a perfect spot to draw out the Bonadykes.
Then she realized that the perfect way to keep an eye on the guests, and move easily around the resort, would be to get a job there.
Looking over the job application, Fuscia saw that the island was actually looking for models that they would then train to work as hotel staff.
It was perfect, and Fuscia knew her looks and physique would make it almost impossible for the island management to pass her up.
A week later she was on her way to begin her new job as a “Full Service Maid” at Eros Island, and now that she had a lock on the Bonadykes, she couldn’t wait to get off the damn island.
As a job, it was easy, and she knew the risks and downsides going in, but there were things about Eros Island that made her…
uncomfortable, which was not a feeling Fuscia was used to.
She was used to being stared at, but the way that Viola, the owner, looked at the muscular woman like she was a piece of prime rib made her shiver.
Then there was the way Viola mentioned her “high profile clients” that had access to the VIP area of the island, and how these mysterious people would just “love” Fuscia.
Fuscia still had no idea what happened in the off limits sections of the island, and from what she could gather, none of the staff did.
The VIP section had its own staff that seemingly never mingled with the others.
Word had it that if Viola liked and trusted an employee, then they got picked to work the VIP section.
Many of Fuscia’s coworkers told that it seemed like Viola was grooming the muscular woman to eventually work in the VIP area, but Fuscia wanted to make sure she wasn’t around long enough for that.
There were other things too. Guests would disappear.
It wasn’t a large number of guests, but during her few weeks on the island, Fuscia began to notice how one or two guests would quietly just…
vanish. Even though no one saw them leave, they would be entered in the system as having checked out late in the night or early in the morning, then the maids would be ordered to clean their rooms, which always had luggage and personal effects still in it.
Viola or one of the hotel managers would just tell the cleaners to throw away any items left behind, but Fuscia had seen a lot of the maids keep any items that they liked and discard the rest.
What unsettled Fuscia the most was that the guests who went missing were almost always women, always beautiful, and always alone.
They were people who would not be missed.
Worse off, there were a few maids who began to ask questions and then a day later would be gone, with management or Viola saying that the particular maid “hadn’t worked out” and had been flown back to the mainland.
Fuscia didn’t know what was happening on the island, but she knew enough to keep her head down and not ask questions.
She had told herself that if the Bonadykes didn’t show at Kink Week then she would just slip away one night on a boat back to the mainland.
Now that she knew the sisters were on the island, she didn’t plan on being there any longer than absolutely necessary.
Making her way across the hotel to Taneth’s room, Fuscia chided herself for not expecting that the other bounty hunter would have the same idea as her that the sisters might find the island and its clientele an attractive prospect, but at least Taneth was sidelined,
hopefully long enough for Fuscia to subdue both sisters and slip away.
She had a feeling that the longer she stayed on the island, the closer she was to being one of the people who just disappeared without a trace.
Fuscia was thankful that the hallway outside of Taneth’s room was empty, and she gave another look around to make sure she was alone before sliding her employee key card, slipping inside, and closing the door behind her.
Oh Taneth, didn’t even spring for one of the nice rooms. Fuscia shook her head as she stepped into the sparse, single room. Taneth’s luggage was stacked neatly by the bed, including two very large cases… large enough for each to store a human being…
Smart… Fuscia chuckled, unstacked some of the luggage, and pulled the larger cases aside, realizing that she could probably use them for her own benefit.
Then she sifted through the rest of Taneth’s luggage and the dresser in the room, finding several sexy outfits and sets of swimwear, as well as rope, manacles, tape, gags, and chloroform.
The other bounty hunter had come prepared.
Looking around the room, she also noticed that Taneth had left her phone sitting on one of the bedside tables.
Fuscia lifted the phone, it’s background was a selfie of Taneth smiling on a beach, and then cracked a smile and unlocked it, knowing that her former mentor didn’t have a passcode.
Pulling up some files on the phone, Fuscia found a full dossier and photos on each of the Bonadyke sisters.
Damn… She had to given Taneth props, each file on Nadia and Jaimie was comprehensive, and she was impressed on how Taneth had come by them.
This wasn’t something that Taneth had compiled herself, these were actual, official police files on each sister.
No doubt Taneth had sources in law enforcement that slipped the files to her.
As she read through the dossiers, Fuscia did have to give her rival bounty hunter credit for being well prepared.
Maybe I’ll have to make some contacts in law enforcement. Fuscia made a mental note as she looked over the dossier on the sisters. They both had quite the rap sheet, but didn’t seem like anything she couldn’t handle.
Then Fuscia’s heart skipped a beat when she heard a beep as the room door unlocked, and then opened.
Fuscia quickly set the phone down and turned, expecting Taneth to be walking in, having somehow gotten free from the Bonadykes.
Instead, she was greeted by the sight of the curvier of the two sisters, Jaimie, entering the room.
She gasped when she saw Fuscia, seeming just as surprised to find the bounty hunter there as Fuscia was at Jaimie walking in.
“Ohh, Fuscia…” Jaimie stammered.
Fuscia had been around the sisters for a few days now, observing and getting to know them. Jaimie had always seemed fun and playful. This was the first time she had seemed genuinely confused.
“Oh Ms. Jaimie, are you lost?” Fuscia giggled.