2 comments/ 5665 views/ 5 favorites Paradisio Pt. 01: Mere Mortal By: sirparadisio Adam, just Adam, was the name he had used to book the trip. By all accounts "Adam" was an ordinary 25 year-old man, working as a consultant in a multinational IT company, occasionally going to the gym, driving a car from a few years ago, married to a fairly beautiful, though somewhat average wife, no children. Every winter, after the rushed workweeks of the autumn, he got his week off of work. For the last six of those winters he had spent those vacations in his average home, with his wife, reading books and repeatedly confirming to one another how they enjoyed their lives, despite how hollow those words rang. It was an average existence for Adam, one just like a billion others. As is often the case, he had had an idea based on an ad on the internet. It was one of those banners that permeated every more or less shady website, most of which promised eternal bliss, sexual prowess and all-but-immortality for mere 9,99$. This one had promised an "Exotic vacation on a remote island, full of wonders both imaginable and unimaginable, with complete satisfaction guaranteed". The ad was so vague, so ridiculous, that it was unlikely any sane person would touch it. A mouse click later Adam was perusing one of the strangest websites he had ever seen. Amidst promises of explicit pornography and outright prostitution were both images and video footage of a quaint island resort, faces of people in garish hawaiian t-shirts blurred out as they walked in and out of the camera's view, beautiful and barely clothed women clinging to their arms. The description spoke of a small island, it's natives now refugees in their homeland due to a tsunami which had wiped out the island's rickety infrastructure, leaving the indigenous people living in the ruins, barely clothed and fed. The company running the website boasted having brought new economy and tourism to the island, creating a seemingly impossible paradise in which wealthy individuals could spend their vacations on the islands many resorts, server by the local people, while their money would be split between maintaining the resort and aiding in the rebuilding effort of the island, turning this resort for rich people into a guilt-free charity organization. In name, at least. The pricelist was ridiculously overpriced, a barrier to keep mere mortals out, but after looking around the payment and booking sites and tracking the security certificates, Adam felt almost confident that the site was legit. But what did it matter to him? In the dark hours of the night Adam filled out the forms and booked a room for a weekend, the price amounting to such a sum that were it even slightly higher it would cost him his average house and his average car. Hell, it might do so even as it was. "A small price to pay..." -Adam remembered thinking that night. He made the payment using an anonymous online currency transfer service and when asked for what name the reservation would be, he chose his alias to be as blank and untraceable as possible: "Adam". Seeing that he was about to enter a paradise on earth, at least according to the website's boasts, and since he indeed yearned a taste of the forbidden fruit, the name seemed more than appropriate. -- As the small plane landed on a landing strip barely worth the name, Adam felt relieved. At least, should the resort be revealed to be a scam, he had gotten a plain ride to an honest-to-God tropical island out of it. As the plane taxied to a halt he watched the idyllic palm trees swaying gently in the tropical breeze, and he could not help but smile a little as he saw the miles and miles of pristine sandy beaches, glistening waters, and the small villas that acted as rooms of the island-wide resort complex, nestled at the edge of the jungle that enveloped most of the island. The sight almost wiped Adam's mind of the division he had seen from the air, the smoky ruins and run-down slums of a small coastal city and the wrecked villages that dotted the other side of the island, the one he was not supposed to think about too much. Adam had read up on the island, and indeed it had been a flourishing tropical paradise, complete with small-scale industry mostly specializing in intricately crafted pieces of furniture and other decorative luxury items. The incredible quality of the crafts and the prices they fetched back in the states and in continental Europe, had funded an economy that allowed the island's population of just under six thousand to live in relative luxury. A tropical paradise of natives. That was all until a tropical storm, a freak of nature and a one-in-a-million chance, struck down the island, annihilating its industry, killing over a third of its population and crippling its infrastructure. While the nations of the world had pondered on how they should assist this stricken island nation, the gears of bureaucracy grinding ever so slowly, a wealthy businessman who remained anonymous had stepped up and airlifted in private emergency workers, supplies, food and medicine. His price had been a seemingly reasonable deal that allowed him exclusive rights to run a resort on the island, free of rules, regulations and restrictions, and most importantly: free of international laws of which the island was exempt. When the international help had arrived in the form of a large cargo ship, the natives had turned it away. They were better off this way. -- A polite young male steward assisted Adam as he exited the plane. A row of expensive cars and their drivers, all dressed in black suits, awaited him and the handful of other passengers of the plane. Adam's luggage, a single suitcase which contained his second change of clothes and some basic toiletries, was carried to him by a negro man clearly of local origin, smiling politely and nodding often, though remaining curiously silent and wordless. Adam had read that most of the locals didn't speak a word of english, instead preferring their own native language, and as he glanced around he realized that was probably one of the many reasons this resort could operate as openly as it did. He shrugged, glancing up at the pristine blue sky with a smile on his face as he sat down in the car he had been directed to. The negro driver, who had offered to carry his luggage by gesturing wildly, carefully closed the car door behind him before entering the driver's seat and slowly driving off. Of all the things, smooth jazz was playing in the car stereo. If the resort was indeed a scam to lure in rich fools and Adam was about to be abducted and tortured, this would be right about the time. -- The trip to the hotel was a short one, just ten minutes from the makeshift airport on a freshly paved road that twisted and turned amidst the jungle trees. Looking out of the car window, Adam had a hard time in deciding how he felt about his arrival. He was alone here, in a place marketed on a shady website as paradise on earth, most of his funds were tied to this one weekend stay and, most unexpectedly, it was starting to look like this would not be a scam after all. Was he disappointed? Had he sought adventure in putting himself at risk? Adam shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, as the car stopped softly on a palm tree-lined parkway in front of a luxurious reception building identified as such only by a small signpost outside. There were no advertisements, slogans or anything that betrayed the place as a hotel or a resort, just the word "Paradise" emblazoned atop the arched doorway that served as entrance to the building of glass, steel and decorative marble. The driver, his designated driver, Adam now realized, stepped out of the vehicle with the engine still running, and opened Adam's door for him, nodding and smiling pleasantly as he gestured politely for Adam to stand. As Adam stepped out of the car the driver gestured him to enter the reception building and bowed politely, before turning back to tend to the vehicle. Adam's luggage was still in the trunk, but he felt adequately at-ease to leave them there. Something about the place just made everything feel carefree, friendly and oddly trustworthy. His shoes made a pleasant clack on the pale marble tiles as Adam crossed from the parkway and into the cool air of the reception building. "Hello, Mr Adam, and welcome to Paradise." A well-tanned man in a white suit stepped up to him and shook his hand in a firm and encouraging manner, his smile warm and friendly, rather than the rehearsed used-car-salesman smile Adam was used to in his day-job. Adam returned the handshake and took measure of the man. He seemed strong and well kept, his hair had been cut short and his face and square jaw were cleanly shaven, and there was a tiny hint of cigar smoke around him, that seemed appropriate considering the locale. "I will be your assistant during your arrival procedures, and am here to answer any questions you might have. Right this way, Mr Adam, we need to go over a few minor details before we can take you to your villa. I assume you've read the online brochure, yes?" Adam remembered the extensive document, listing all sorts of legal jumble on clauses, secrecy and security. He had spent an hour trying to fully understand the document, to find the potential legalese traps that might have been hiding there, but had eventually given up. "I've examined it, yes, though I expect you will give me the bullet points?" "Of course, Mr Adam. We'll take care of that first and then we shall take care of registration." The man in the white suite began to walk deeper into the building, while gesturing for Adam to follow him. "I am obliged to remind you, that once registration process takes place, you are expected to have fully understood the legalities involved herein, and violating any rules and regulations pertaining to our customer's secrecy, as well as that of our facilities and staff, will have severe consequences. Until the time you go through registration, you are free to back out. The plane will remain at the airfield until noon and should you decide to cancel your stay, we will refund seventy per-cent of the your initial fee within fifteen business days of your departure. Is this all well with you?" Adam took a few seconds to digest this information, but finally nodded. He didn't intend to back out now. "Yes, sounds perfectly fine to me. Let's get started." As Adam and his new assistant ventured deeper into the building's lavishly decorated halls, he could hear a voice behind him, rather similar to the one that had greeted him just moments ago, welcoming another visitor as they arrived. -- A seventeen-slide PowerPoint presentation and a cup of exquisite coffee later, Adam was ready for registration. At the request of his assistant a pair of people in white lab coats, a young female Adam could only guess was a nurse, and a slightly older bespectacled man whose appearance could be summed up with the word "Doctor", entered the room with a small metal tray, upon which lie a thin metal instrument and a bottle of disinfectant. The tanned man in a white suit, clearly used to the somewhat terrified posture Adam realized had crept up on his face, spoke words of reassurance. "Do not worry, Mr Adam. The registration process is very simple and almost painless. For the duration of your visit you will be implanted with a subdermal microchip, a few millimeters thick, that serves many functions, such as tracking your health and location on the island, as well as some others which I will describe in further detail once we arrive at your villa. I assure you, there is nothing to be worried about." Adam glanced at the man, unsure as to what to do with himself, but finally gave a careful nod of agreement. He was alone, and if these people wished to inject something into him with or without his permission, there was little Adam could do about it now. The nurse gently took his hand and swiped it with a moist cotton swab, smiling reassuringly, and the doctor moved in with the metal instrument that looked like some kind of syringe, only thicker. "Not to worry, Sir, you will barely feel a thing." -the doctor assured in a well-spoken British accent. Just seconds later it was over, an a tiny lump the size of a grain of rice now sat nestled under Adam's skin. The doctor and the nurse asked if he felt all-right and whether he felt any pain where the chip had been implanted, and finally wished him a pleasant stay as they left the room. Adam's assistant gestured for Adam to stand up and to follow him. "Well, Mr Adam, you are now officially a guest of our little Paradise on earth. As mentioned in the brochure, all food and drink is covered by your initial fee, all services are provided free of additional charges and should you wish for anything at all, you need but ask either one of our designated assistants, recognizable by our white suits..." the man made a wide gesture to himself, "...or by calling number one-two-three on any public or private phone on the island, and giving us your name, which we will use in combination with the implanted RFID chip to identify you. Say you want a cool drink, you call us up and tell us what you need and a delivery will be made based on the location of the chip. You need not worry about where you are or when you make the call. Very simple, yes?" Adam nodded, feeling a sense of relief to be moving on. The implanting of the chip had made him a bit queasy, or perhaps it was just the realization that he was about to go into the rabbit hole, crossing over from the world of mere mortals and into a short visit in the lives of the wealthy and the powerful. "Since we do offer a rather extensive list of services beyond what is automatically delivered based on the packaged services that are delivered to your villa based on your application, there are lists of additional services, all free of charge as mentioned, available at your villa, where you will be spending this vacation. If at any time you feel you wish to extend your stay, simply let us know and we will simply check if the charged sum for additional days of stay is accepted by your banking service and your stay can continue for as long as you like. I shall call on your driver, whom will remain on-station and ready to serve you at any hour of the day during your stay, and request that he transfer us to your villa. I shall show you around and everything should be ready for you to start enjoying your stay well before noon." -- The car pulled up to a lush garden of trees and bushes that offered protection from prying eyes, as if there were any, as well as exotic plants and flowers that produced a heady cocktail of scents and aromas. Glimmering patterns of light danced on the white walls of the villa, betraying the presence of a swimming pool beyond the garden. Adam was starting to get used to his situation and comfortably stepped out of the car as the driver opened his door. The white-suited assistant accompanied Adam through the garden while the driver opened the trunk of the car and carried Adam's luggage into the villa. And what a villa it was: white marble, lavish engravings, statues and other works of art decorated the expansive building. "All of this is completely at your disposal..." The assistant spoke as he showed Adam the interior. "...and your only responsibility to us is to leave it standing. Should you get the urge to demolish a wall or perhaps burn some portion of the structure to the ground, we will be forced to collect on the damages, as I am sure you understand." The assistant gave an odd little laugh, sounding almost childish. Adam chose to ignore it, too busy taking in the precious works of art and the grand design of the structure he was in. They had a quick walk-around of the villa, which consisted of two stories. Upstairs there were two spacious bedrooms, a bathroom and a large covered terrace, complete with a jacuzzi. Downstairs there was a large living room fit to throw a party for a hundred people, a third luxurious bedroom, and a well-equipped kitchen brimming with food and drinks of all kinds. Adam was amazed, to say the least, especially considering his early expectations regarding this resort. He was finally almost certain he had not been scammed, and his surprise was insurmountable. "Now then, Mr Adam, before I leave you to enjoy our resort, I wish to explain a few basic features. Just this way." The assistant lead Adam into the living room, and only now Adam realized there was a person there; a young female corresponding perfectly with the features Adam had listed in his application, details he had forgotten about until this very moment. She was young, probably just barely eighteen, though Adam had his suspicions even of that, slender and well-built. Her hair was dark, fairly short and spiky, and combed to her left side. Her skin was dark, like coffee with the tiniest hint of milk in it, and so smooth it almost seemed to shimmer and glow in the sunlight that reflected from the swimming pool outside. Her slender body and breasts that bordered between B and C cup were covered by a collared shirt with short sleeves, made of a thin white fabric that did little to cover up the curves beneath. Her nipples stood erect and cast tiny shadows on the white fabric. A shapely bottom was barely covered by a tan mini skirt, only about seven inches long, which tightly wrapped around the beautiful curves beneath. She was barefoot, the nails on both her fingers and toes unpainted. Her being brought to mind a wild jungle girl only barely recognizing the civilization and customs around her, the plain clothes a mere restraint on her wild self. Adam stopped dead at the doorway, unable to utter a single word. As he took in the sight that greeted him, he could not help but have what might have been the most massive hard-on of his life, one that was barely contained by his loose denim jeans. His assistant, seemingly oblivious to Adam's predicament, approached the girl, and gave her a cursory glance culminating in an accepting nod. She simply stood there, hands to her sides, her emerald eyes occasionally blinking slowly, barely registering the new arrivals. She breathed slowly and deep, and Adam found himself wondering what her voice sounded like. "Well, Mr Adam, I hope she is to your liking. We try our best to accommodate any and all requests, and yours were fairly easy for us to fulfill, compared to most." Adam awed at the beauty of this woman, so perfect, so precisely as he had dreamed. It was almost unreal. "She is Taisha, or whatever you choose to call her, and she is your default companion for the duration of your stay. She does not speak english, but I am sure you will be able to communicate adequately. Should you wish to replace her with another companion at any time, or perhaps request more companions to be provided to you, you can make your selections at the touch screen console in the main upstairs bedroom. This console can also provide additional information on your current companion and I suggest you take a moment to examine this information. Since direct communication is not possible, you can also request any of your companions to change outfits or other equipment at the touch of a button, the instructions will be transmitted to her via an embedded earpiece, identical to the ones worn by all of our staff members in order to coordinate our actions." The assistant tapped a finger at his temple. "Anything you wish can be accommodated, and no matter the nature of request, do not hesitate to ask our staff about anything and everything." Adam stood still, and was barely able to give a small nod. The pulsating sensation in his pants was about to drive him mad. His assistant beamed a knowing smile his way. "Well then, Mr Adam, It seems you are pleased with what has been provided so far. The only thing left to explain is how our funding works. You see, this resort is absolutely dedicated to your well-being and enjoyment. To ensure that our staff provide services of utmost quality, their payment is determined by a measurable level of enjoyment our guests receive while in our care. This is done by the chip that was implanted upon registration, and I am sure you will come to understand the factor used to measure our success. For every successful action our staff undertakes to make your stay pleasurable, a pre-determined sum of money from your initial fee is transferred from the resort's funds to the payment of the staff member or members currently active at your location, and thereby every time you enjoy yourself at our resort, you are also funding a charity fund committed to rebuilding this island and improving the quality of life of it's residents." Paradisio Pt. 01: Mere Mortal Adam nodded carefully, not entirely sure what this meant in practice. The assistant continued: "As you might understand, this does occasionally create a situation in which our staff is working hard to ensure our guest, that is you, is enjoying himself, and on rare occasions this can feel uncomfortable, especially if the guest happens to originate from a culture where such behavior is less common, what with personal space being a premium nowadays. If you do feel uncomfortable and feel the need for personal space, you only need to speak the phrase 'Toco Toco'. Alone, this request is taken to mean that you wish a ten minute break, during which our staff will give you peace and quiet. If you wish to extend this time, simply hold out a number of fingers. The number of extended fingers translates to the number of hours you will be left in peace and quiet, to sleep, bathe, swim or read undisturbed. Through the embedded chip the request for a pause extends to our entire staff islandwide. It is up to you whether or not you wish to use this feature at any time. Do you understand this?" Adam nodded again. "Very good, Mr Adam. It is now ten-thirty on this fine friday morning, your full service begins at noon, at which point all services and staff are completely at your disposal. Unless you inform us that you are extending your stay, we will expect you to be boarding the aircraft taking off at ten AM on monday. If you fail to arrive at the plane on time, you will be charged for an additional day. But enough of rules and regulations and me talking, I hope you have a most wonderful time at our resort, Mr Adam. Have a pleasant weekend." With those words the assistant gave a deep bow and turned away, leaving Adam alone in the villa, save for Taisha, his companion. -- "Hello there. Taisha, right?" Adam stood just a few feet away from the girl, close enough to hear her breathing over the faint breeze outside, but she seemed almost completely unresponsive, her eyes lazily staring at an unseen horizon. Or maybe she just didn't understand what he was saying and was meditating in some unknown indigenous way? Whatever the assistant had meant with "full service starting at noon" apparently meant that this companion would not respond to him before that time. Perhaps she wasn't actually human? Adam shrugged, such a notion, along with the whole situation feeling somewhat absurd to him, and decided to go check on his luggage upstairs. In the main bedroom, Adam found his suitcase at the foot of his bed, sealed with the security seals from the airport and therefore intact. The bedroom was as lavish as the rest of the villa. A king sized bed complete with exquisite satin sheets and a stack of soft pillows dominated the spacious room and a sliding glass door allowed access to the rooftop terrace. As Adam examined some of the paintings adorning the room, he realized several of them were ones he had specifically enjoyed during his visit to the National Gallery in England. Too several, in fact, to be a coincidence. A bit creeped out Adam decided to check up on the bar cabinet while he was there. Twenty minutes and a scotch later Adam began to feel relaxed. He had removed his shoes and socks in favor of walking barefoot on the soft, plush carpets that covered most of the floors of the villa, and he had partially unbuttoned his collared shirt and removed his tie, as well as rolled up the sleeves of his loose denim pants so that they now resembled shorts rather than jeans. The alcohol, which was not Adam's strongest suite, had reduced his mind-shattering hard-on to a confused semi. The bed felt comfortable and just firm enough as Adam sat upon it, pondering on the nature of his vacation. He still wasn't quite sure what to do with himself, and the idea of making some sort of advance on the native girl who stood in a trance downstairs felt somewhat uncomfortable and alien to him. Adam noticed a small wireless tablet sitting in a charging dock, a green LED light pulsating softly, beckoning him. Adam stood up, snatched the device and sat down on the bed. Responding to his touch, or perhaps the proximity of his RFID chip, the tablet powered on, displaying a simple list of selections for "companions", "services", "consumables" and so on. Remembering the words of his assistant, Adam tapped on "companions" and was greeted by a display with a row of portrait slots, in one of which stood a girl he recognized as the same one that stood downstairs. Tapping on her image, the screen was filled with her data, some of it blacked out so that he needed to touch it in order to view it, most likely so that the viewer only saw what they wanted to see, so that their companions could be as impersonal or personal to them as they wanted. Hesitantly Adam fingered the blacked out portions of text. Her birth name was indeed Taisha, she was nineteen years old and had been born to a family of woodcutters that had used to work for the crafts -shops in the city, and had so far served four clients for the Paradise resorts, three males and one female. She was described as "exotic and wild, ready to pounce into action and willing to do anything for her guest". The next field of text listed substances she had used, apparently one of her previous clients had insisted on cocaine use, though she had been withdrawn from the substance since and was assuredly clean. Another field listed sexual experience, absolutely affirming Adam's thoughts on the nature of this place, as if he had had any suspicion at this point. She was well rehearsed in many forms of sexual activity: "proactive, submissive, substance assisted and ashpyxiating oral, proactive, submissive, experimental, object assisted and restrained copulation, anal, hand-assisted, foot-assisted, breast-assisted, substance assisted". The list went on and on, with Adam increasingly confused. Adam explored some of the other menus, which listed actions Taisha could be requested to perform. There were ready outfits which she could wear, makeup she could put on, even body piercings, she was like a doll or a figure in some computer simulation, only she was a real breathing human being. The thought revolted Adam and he switched the device off, returning it to it's docking station. Perhaps something else, something simple until he got acclimatized? Adam rolled lazily on the bed, his sense of time in ruin due to the jet-lag, and reached to the dresser next to the bed. His hand caught a small black booklet simply titled "Services". With this in hand he stood up and headed back downstairs. -- Adam sat down on the living room couch, putting his crossed feet up on the glass coffee table in front of him, his back turned on the young girl still standing there, unmoving. All in all her presence felt a little bit creepy, so Adam instead concentrated on the booklet he had picked up upstairs. On the first pages the listed services were fairly mundane: food and drink delivery services from something as simple as a hot-dog and a cold beer to exotic fruits, caviar, kobe beef and the finest beverages, both alcoholic and nonalcoholic, anyone could imagine. As Adam leafed the pages, he began to sense an escalation in the nature of services provided, as the pages were filled with images of women of all the body types and shapes Adam had enjoyed while browsing the porn sites of the world, posing against all kinds of tropical backdrops in most seductive and suggesting ways possible. None of the girls that appeared on the booklet seemed unattractive to Adam, despite displaying several racial background differing from caucasian to asian to negro to combinations of all of the above, as if the booklet had been printed with him and him only in mind. Some wore clothes, either plain and mundane or exotic and imaginative, while others wore as little as something resembling a tribal outfit consisting of leaves and twine and seashells, if anything at all. Each image was accompanied by the girl's age, varying from the lower forties all the way down to thirteen and fourteen, a thought that sent Adam's mind reeling in terror which could not be allayed before he had fetched himself another drink. A third one and maybe he'd pass out. Then, as the book went further, the most graphic depictions of services provided began to unfold. Some were simple hostess services to keep guests company, guided and unguided tours of the island or the different facilities that were part of the resort, while others were pornographic and perverted to the extreme, and others still went even further than that. Each turn of a page brought on a new depravity and made Adam increasingly uncomfortable, especially as he realized the words he was reading had reawakened his hard-on, which now throbbed uncomfortably in his pants. He was reading about things he did not want to admit could cause this reaction in him, but still they did. Taking a deep breath, Adam placed the booklet down to the sofa as he rubbed his eyes. As he opened them, he let out a surprised yelp, as he realized he wasn't alone anymore. Taisha, the slender young native girl, stood in front of him on the other side of the glass coffee table upon which his legs were resting. She was breathing more heavily than before, her chest heaving, those perfect nipples straining against the white fabric of her shirt, and the color of her cheeks seemed more vibrant than before. Adam could almost see her hands trembling a little bit as she took a step forward, closer to the coffee table, closer to him. Before Adam could speak, the young girl's lips parted. Within Adam caught a glimpse of two rows of perfect pearly white teeth and a voluptuous pinkness that almost radiated tropical heat. The girl let out a pair of two sounds consisting of a jumble of tongue-clicks and vowels, words, though Adam could not fathom their precise meaning. As soon as she had spoken she gave a deep bow. Adam, not wanting to seem impolite, nodded solemnly as well, closing his eyes for a second. As he opened them, the girl was nowhere to be seen. It took Adam a few seconds to realize the girl had not merely bowed deep, but had actually dropped on all-fours and crawled underneath the glass coffee table on which Adam's feet still lay. She moved gracefully, like some feline beast of the jungle, the dual-humps of her behind softly pressing against the smooth glass above her. Adam felt a gentle tug just above the backs of his knees and reacted by uncrossing his legs. As he did so, two rows of neatly cut fingernails followed by slender fingers pushed up like some kind of a blossoming, dark venus flytrap, opening with a gentle push that sent Adam's legs apart an inch by slow inch. After what seemed like an eternity, the push stopped, and the fingers began to slowly, gently, move up and down Adam's inner thighs, caressing him through the denim cloth, the touch barely registering as pressure on his skin. Despite the tropical midday heat shivers ran down Adam's spine. The fingers began to move in tiny circles, slowly expanding their patterns all the way between his knees and his waist, gently tugging at his belt loops as they passed. Adam simply sat there, mesmerized, blood rushing to his groin leaving his head ringing hollow, his hands numb. Then the fingers stopped, causing Adam to release a breath he had not realized he had been holding, before grabbing a firm hold on Adam's belt, pulling gently, but not to remove the piece of clothing. Assisted by this pull, the young girls head emerged from underneath the table, first the spiky black hair that waved gently around her forehead, then the bone-white eyes with pupils like perfect little emeralds, then a small, sensual nose, and finally, supported by a slender neck, a mouth with lips of such perfect heart-shape and a color of natural pink that sent Adam's mind reeling once more. She smiled a knowing smile, as if she was now inside Adam's head and she was reveling in the chaos and destruction she was wreaking on the previously well-organized worldview within. She spoke more words which Adam could not comprehend, the very air on Adam's groin and belly vibrating with her exotic voice, each syllable and tongue-click a mystery to be unraveled. She took a deep breath and Adam could sense her muscles coiling like those of a snake, and as Adam blinked, she pounced. Adam could feel the heat of her breath on his abdomen, a series of sharp tugs on his belt, and then he heard the metallic click as the buckle opened. Adam looked down and saw the square metal buckle being held in her teeth, her fingers several inches away, and swallowed hard. The girl gave a devilish smile and released the metal buckle from her mouth as her hands gently loosened Adam's belt. Their task done, her fingers released the belt and moved to the button of his pants, undoing it only partially, mere millimeters away from popping it open, and then stopping. Adam, now breathing heavily, almost beyond controlling himself, looked down into those emerald eyes and saw not just a smile, but a question in those eyes. A question he knew he should not answer. For heaven's sake, he had a wife, a home, a job! Every ounce of decency within him screamed objections, but in the eyes of this dark-skinned young girl, in those emerald eyes that glimmered like precious jewels, the answer to all his questions rushed in like white noise, drowning out the objections, the doubts and the questions until only one animal instinct remained. "Yes, oh yes, don't stop..." -was all he managed between ragged breaths. Instinctively Adam nodded, and the gesture was all she needed. The metal button popped open as the fingers released it, and in an instant Adam's zipper gave in and undid itself as his massive erection pushed up on his boxer shorts and through the gap in his jeans. Thick precum had soaked the boxers completely all around the tip of his penis and for a split second he felt ashamed, that she might think he had messed his pants before she even started, but Taisha did not seem to notice or care. Her fingers parted his jeans a little bit more, her knuckles brushing against Adam's penis, causing it to throb uncontrollably, releasing a few more drops of precum that now glistened as it seeped through the cloth. The girl approached, pressing the tip of her nose softly against the underside of his shaft and moving up slowly, oh so slowly, until her nose parted the tip of his penis, a thin strand of thick precum dangling between the throbbing tip and her nose. She paused, parted her lips and like a snake she extended her perfectly pink tongue, touching the tip of her nose with it, letting out a barely audible slurp as she retracted her tongue. Adam gasped for breath, trying to speak words to describe his awe, to goad the girl on, but his voice had failed him. Taisha seemed to judge the quality of the droplet she had swallowed, seemingly pondering deeply on its quality, before smiling a wry smile and opening her mouth wide. She moved close, her breath a hot blanket of air over Adam's pre-soaked and cloth-covered member, and then, slowly, closed her mouth, her perfect lips closing around the soaked tip of Adam's penis. A jolt ran up his spine, causing his entire body to twitch uncontrollably, his waist bucking and pushing his member up into her mouth, though the cloth of his boxers allowed him to only enter a few more millimeters. The tantalizing heat within her mouth blew Adam's mind, and he realized he was close already. What kind of a creature was this girl? She looked up, those emerald eyes drilling deep into Adam's brown eyes, and without parting her lips she spoke more words of mystery, unexplained promises of sensation and pleasure beyond the reasoning of mere mortals. The vibration of her voice was enough to send Adam, or indeed any mortal man, far over the edge. Adam's hips bucked violently, his mouth tried desperately to form words but instead he produced an animalistic growl of pleasure, and his steaming-hot load gushed out through the soiled cloth and into Taisha's waiting mouth. She made a noise, first of surprise, then of pleasure and gratitude, and finally of desperate encouragement. The vibrations were more than Adam could comprehend, each motion of Taisha's mouth reverberated in Adam's nerves, shocking his system with unparalleled waves of pleasure. Her tongue began to move, very deliberately, around the tip of his penis, caressing his glands through the ruined pair of boxer shorts. Adam's body jolted again and again and again, responding to each twist of her wet and hot tongue, each jolt causing his member to gush out another spurt of semen from an endless supply Adam had not been aware he had in him. The moment seemed to last forever and ever, until finally his body gave in and relaxed, spent and powerless. Taisha giggled softly, pulling her head back while sucking on the soaked cloth, her mouth giving a soft plopping noise as the tip of Adam's penis was released. Small translucent bubbles foamed at the peak of Adam's member and the fleshy shaft underneath twitched like an animal caught, thrashing in a trap, it's strength depleted. Adam's eyes could no longer focus on her form as Taisha raised herself and sat on the coffee table, raising a single finger to her lips and giving its tip a playful kiss. A barely audible beep emanated from a small metal chip in Adam's arm, signalling the first success.