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Struth Shaun

By: EgmontGrigor2011



CHAPTER 1

The island supply boat was an open structure with the wheelhouse well forward. Behind it was a large area for deck-top cargo around the two hold covered tops and seating for ten around the curve of the stern. 

Ten people including Straun Duncan took their seats and as the deckhand was about to cast off a woman cried, "Wait."

He waited.

The woman arrived, panting, threw her two bags down into the middle of stern to land on other bags and she climbed down, showing long, tanned legs jutting from her tight denim cutoffs.

She stood looking for a seat and noting all were taken, looked exasperated and swept her golden fringe back into regular place. 

Duncan went to the bow and sat on the deck against the front of the wheelhouse.

The twin diesel engines throbbed at a quicker rate and the black painted 'Ebony Queen' glided out from the wharf and as it passed between the breakwaters, skipper Marion Street steadily increased speed until the vessel was a cruising speed heading for the Isle of Deane basking in the calm of early summer eighteen miles off the Australian coast.

Duncan heard a soft cough. Opening his eyes he saw the knees below the denim and looked at her crotch for possible wetness but saw none. With the shorts being denim, no peach-like split, more crudely known as a camel toe, was visible.

Such a pity.

"Hi," she offered.

"Hi."

"Why did you give up your seat for me?"

"Two reasons. I thought it might improve my chances of getting sex."

"Fat chance and god you are foul. I ought to kick you in the nuts."

"Go ahead."

She looked startled.

"What do you mean?"

"If you try kicking me you'll be over that safety rail and into the water before you have time to scream."

"You wouldn't."

"Then try kicking me and find out if I'm talking bullshit."

"God you a horrible, an asshole," she practically spat and began walking away but stopped.

"You said there were two reasons. What was the other one?"

"I was aware you'd be tired after flying with two plane changes to get here. I need you fresh to be working with me in the kitchen tomorrow as we have a busy weekend ahead of us."

"Omigod, you are my chef, Mr Duncan. "If you are a chef, little wonder you're aggressive."

"Thanks."

"Oh god, I just meant to think that."

"Go back to your seat and rest. May I say great legs and a great ass?"

She left without commenting. He guessed that meant not he couldn't say that. 

Straun knew some senior kitchen hands would have launched into threats, regarding what he'd just said as an employment issue. Yeah, yeah well half the adult female population didn't know what they wanted and the other half wanted everything. That's why females were unstable.

He dozed off thinking about that babe. Narene Phillips, twenty-eight, was from a town in South Australia near the border with Victoria. He'd advertised for an assistant chef and chose her because she'd been the only one to have applied in handwriting. The writing was neat, and that told him something: that she was a neat person. Her enclosed photo was clear and she had a body that was biologically interesting. He'd noted one of the other twelve applicants had bothered to send a photo but another reason for her selection she was the only person to have a formal food preparation qualification. In fact she was a diploma graduate from Sydney's prestigious Cuisine Cooking Academy where he'd tutored for a couple of years.

A blast of 'Ebony's Queen's' hooter as she approached the wharf on the Isle of Deane, that most Australians called Deane Island, pulled the Scottish-born red-headed Chef Duncan out of his dream. It had Narene Phillips holding his erection and saying in awe, "Struth Duncan, you're a very big boy."

Ah sometimes dreams had it all!

Straun pulled on his backpack containing four bottles of Scotch and an assortment of new kitchen knives and grinned at the line of people walking up the dusty road to the Castaway Luxury Retreat. The mini-bus had not come down to the wharf because it had engine problems again.

He waved to 'Skipper' Thomas, the wharf superintendent (required by State Government regulations at prime tourist destinations) and mounted his 125cc scooter and grinned when spotting his new hand striding out in front of the straggling line of complaining arrivals. He stopped beside her and said, "Place one of your soft bags on my knees, the one with all your underwear in. You will then walk easier."

"Go to hell."

"The hill becomes much steeper."

Narene put the bag in front of him and scowling said, "It's the heaviest bag and does have my underwear in it."

"Your underwear will be safe with me. I promise."

Narene arrived first at reception, hot and sweater, and gave her name.

"Oh our new super cook, welcome."

Narene smiled in delight and then frowned; something didn't ring true.

"You are doubling up with Chef Duncan. Accommodation is very tight at present."

"What, oh no. This is worse than going to jail."

The woman with the 'Mary' nameplate tag smiled and said, "Chef Duncan just popped in and told me to say that to you. He likes his little jokes. Here's your key to a single unit next to his. There's an inside bolt on your door."

"Thank god and thanks Mary. I'm trapped on this isle and Chef Duncan is out to make my life hell."

"Chef Duncan wouldn't do that to you. He's the nicest guy on the isle."

Narene sighed. God what were the others like?

She unlocked her cabin door and looked into the tiny room in shock. A CD was playing, the coffee-maker was on, there was a bowl of fresh fruit on the tiny table where a glass of iced water had been poured and there was a note beside it.

Oh one of the maids had been in. She read the message: 'Welcome and have a wonderful stay. Straun.'

"Omigod, he's schizophrenic."

She went to bolt the door and remembered she should shower. But where were they?

Narene knocked on the door. She heard footsteps and Straun opened the door and stood there nude, holding a glass of whisky.

"Oh hi, I was expecting you. Come in."

Stupidly she went in, passing him and taking care not to bump his flaccid dick. 

As he shut the door she realized her mistake of coming into the room and closed her eyes tightly, waiting to hear the bolt slam shut.

"You might think it improper for me to close the door when a lady is visiting but it's the air-con you know. Keep your door closed to keep out the heat after say 9:30 and thru to 7:30 unless the night is heading to be a hot one."

"You have hot nights here?"

"If I get lucky," he grinned. "Listen, I admire you for not flipping when you caught me nude. I'll pull on some shorts."

"Um no, it's okay. I'm used to guy's dicks."

"Oh really?"

Oh god. Why did she have to keep on being so recklessly spontaneous?

"Are you immoral?"

Narene felt her face temperature soar by the rush of heated blood to his face.

What should she say? Um what her mother would say.

"My daughter leads a middle of the road life."

Straun looked surprised and asked did she really have a daughter and she said no. Now he looked confused.

Narene decided to be truthful. 

"You caught me on the hop when you asked was I immoral. I thought I should say what my mother would probably say. But in saying what she might say I forgot to drop off the 'my daughter' bit.

"At that's perfectly logical to me. May I touch one of your breasts?"

"Yes."

The touch was soft.

"Ah you didn't pull away. Yes that does put you in the middle of the road, halfway between a nervous virgin and a robust whore."

Narene felt faint and grabbed his glass and took a gulp and choked. It was straight whisky. But the choking appeared to have fixed her shock of being called a half-way whore.

"I bet you thought I was drinking whisky AND water?"

"Yes. Sorry about that. I suddenly felt a little faint."

"Oh that will because I touched your tit. Look why don't you remove your clothes and I'll pour you a cold white wine."

"What?"

"Oh you don't like wine?"

"No, I mean yes. I mean I need a shower."

"Oh don't bother. I'm used to womanly odors but just be warned if yours are strong I might get an erection. It will be beyond my control. But please yourself. Keep your clothes on or go for a shower. I was just interested to see your body."

"You want to see my body?"

"Yes, as your mother would say, 'My daughter has a body to die for'. I wish to check to see if she was lying."

Narene stripped off completely. She often lost control when sexually aroused and the damn fool had aroused her.

He studied her without comment and went to the frig and poured a white wine.

"Thanks."

"Good health. Sit where I can't touch you, I won't mind. I have my nightcap of two fingers of whisky around 3:00 in the afternoon because I have to be in the kitchen by 4:00 and work in the heat until late. I drink lots of water while cooking and when I sit down, with everything finished, I then drink white chilled wine with immense pleasure. I do it that way because it suits me."

"I can understand your logic," Narene said, seated on his bed.

"I suggest you don't cross your legs like that. It will be cooler to sit with them apart."

She opened herself to him and fought the temptation to slam them shut.

"Right I suggest you end your nervousness by finishing your wine and get dressed. You'll find our showers we share with other staff by turning right when you leave here and walk until you see the sign Staff Bathrooms. They are unisex but it's rare to see anyone having sex in there. If you do have sex in there bolt the door shut."

"You want me to go now?"

"Yes. The whole purpose of this was to get you used to being with me intimately. We'll be working together in the heat and often under extreme pressure. If you think you would cope better wearing only an apron I want you to feel free to do that. Some of the girls use bad language and say filthy things when talking about sex. You are my right-hand man, er woman. I believe it would be useful to me talking to you boldly."

"I can see what you are trying to do. I bet none of that's in any commercial kitchen textbook."

"Perhaps not yet. I'm halfway through my first draft of my textbook. Now you don't think I usually drink nude do you?"

"Oh no."

"Well actually I do in warmer weather but only when alone unless I have a lady friend who's into that sort of thing. That's not your sort of thing."

"Um isn't it?" Narene said, unsure where she now was with mixed nude drinking.

She dressed, flick-kissed the surprised Straun who by then had pulled his shorts on and she went off to grab fresh clothes and to shower.

She heard Straun leave for the kitchen at two minutes to 4:00 and followed two minutes later.

"Oh hi," he said, turning on the bottled gas fed ovens. "You don't start till the morning."

She asked, "How many people are here for dinner tonight and how many are booked for tomorrow?"

"Ten guests and twelve staff. Tomorrow night it's 70 guests and twelve staff."

"Then it's better that you and I work on our rhythm this evening."

"Oh you're an advocate of the rhythm method? I like that," he leered.

She giggled and decided she really liked Straun but it had been a bumpy journey getting there since meeting him.

After being introduced to everyone, Narene was impressed by how organized the kitchen was. Straun had three other assistants preparing food and placing plates in the warmers and then working on gravy and sauces and getting the preparation and cooking utensils to the person washing up and operating the two dishwashers. 

Straun said to her he'd cook and she could utilize her expertise in arranging the meals on plates and controlling the pace at which the two waitresses were working.

"We are running two dining rooms concurrently," he said. "If anything comes out less that up to standard it's put aside and later goes to the staff dining room. We cook and serve ourselves when the public restaurant food service ends," he said.

That all made sense and as the pace picked up as more orders came in, Straun thrilled her when he eyed two of the meals she had ready to go out and he simply said, "Perfect."

That told her Straun was impressed. She couldn't have asked for more.

When work in the sweatshop ended, the chefs and assistants sat around eating what they'd ordered and helped to cook and present.

"That went pretty well tonight," Straun said. "Good practice for when the heat comes on tomorrow evening. 

There was no discussion by people who accepted he was stating the obvious.

When Straun and Narene reached her room, actually it was more like a small cabin, she was disappointed when he patted her on the shoulder and said, "Once again I say well done. Good night."

He then went to the door of his room and was inside and shutting the door before the disappointed Narene had only moved one step forward. She couldn't believe it and thought defensively, perhaps he was gay. If not, why was he keeping her on edge? In her experience a guy was never too tired to have the first round of sex.

Margaret her mom called.

"It's not too late to call is it?

"No I've just got in. Anyway had I said yes it wouldn't make any difference at what time you call?"

"Don't be cheeky. Were you out walking or chasing men?"

"I've been working, to learn the systems before tomorrow night that will be a big one for a wedding party."

"But you were not due to start until tomorrow."

"Like you mum, things change."

"Don't be cheeky."

Narene smiled and asked after her father.

"He's tired because he's been up and down the rows most of the day spraying grapes."

"But he wasn't due to start until tomorrow."

"This morning was windless. You know very well... oh I say, was that a sly dig?"

"Yes mother. Aren't I cheeky? You were correct. Straun was born in Scotland, near Aberdeen."

"Aye then that makes him truly a Scot."

"And like you he has red hair."

"A true Scot but my red hair color has all but gone as your father keeps telling me."

Narene laughed and said to reply his hair has all but gone and her mom laughed and they chatted on and Margaret said Narene's sister Rosa was pregnant.

"Ah when's the wedding."

"The guilty party has fled. He'd probably left Australia or is way up north-west and disappeared into obscurity at a mining camp."

They chatted on.

Narene slept nude with the door unlocked, thinking Straun might visit, but she was out of luck. 

Guests were not permitted to use the pool until 7:30 so she swam fifteen lengths from 6:00 and then felt ready for... well anything, even a run if Shaun invited her.

She read until 9:00 and then went to breakfast in the staff dining room.

Shawn was there eating bacon and eggs and she sat opposite him and he said, "Ah a late riser?"

"Yes."

He yelled 'Cathy' and the on-duty waitress came running.

"Take Narene's order."

"Oh hi Narene. I saw you swimming just after 6:00. You have the style of a trained swimmer."

Narene thought Straun might bawl her out for lying to him but he was grinning.

"Coffee and one scrambled egg beside two lightly done pieces of toast, whole meal bread if available. Thanks Cathy. How's Nick?"

"You know I have a son?"

"Yes and he's seven and is staying here with you because it's school holidays."

"I'd like you to meet him. He'd really like you."

Narene smiled and nodded and Cathy looked pleased.

"I don't swim," Straun offered.

Narene eyed him and said, "Oh another thing we don't have in common." She meant he didn't appear to like sex.

That tease mystified Straun who ate quietly while appearing to attempt to work out what other differences existed between them.         

Finally he said, "You know your start time?"

"No."

"Didn't you read the roster?"

"No because you didn't show me where the roster is posted."

He sighed. "You are in charge of the kitchen from 11:00 till 2.30 and then work your second shift from 4:00 to 10:00, a total working time of 9½ hours of which 1½ will be paid at overtime rates."

"That's fine. I'll ask where the roster is. Remember I don't official begin work until today."

"Yeah well find the boss's wife and sign on this morning. I've already logged your working hours for last night."

"Oh Straun, how sweet of you. I thought I was sacrificing myself."

Her obvious delight with him appeared to embarrass Straun and he looked around and snapped, "No fucking paper. The supply boat was due over half an hour ago."

Cathy came in with Narene's coffee and handed Straun the newspaper.

"Struth Straun," she said, "It's only a newspaper."

"Oh yeah, well take a look at this."

Ignoring the front page news he turned to the 'Local Tourism' section and under a heading, 'New On Dean Island' was a big photo of Narene, resting from picking ripe table grapes, dressed in a blue bikini, and drinking water from a bottle, the action pushing her breasts forward.

"God Narene, you'd easily win the Miss Holiday Coast Beauty Contest."

"Great photo," Straun leered. "I emailed your mom to send a decent photo of you to the Echo because I only possessed a formal one of you."

Narene snatched the newspaper to see the picture and shrieked, "Oh no, I'll kill my stupid mother over this."

Others in the dining room came over to see what the fuss was about while Cathy and Straun rocked in laughter.

After breakfast Shawn took Narene on an inspection tour of the facilities and then introduced her to the Mrs Curtis, who was co-owner of the resort with her husband Colin.

"Ah our Beauty Queen," Mrs Curtis smiled. "Call me Tess and I trust you will represent our resort in the beauty contest."

"Are you kidding Tess? Sleek 18-year old babes win beauty contests. I'm old, twenty-nine."

"Yes well you try being forty-nine. We want you in it for the publicity for the isle and yes, to win it if you can to maximize publicity for our resort. It's a straight hair, face, tit, legs and bum contest... judged in the morning, the parade in the afternoon, oh and a formal cocktail party on the night before, Friday. We'll dress you up for that because we know that's where the judges focus on formality and style, speech and deportment and social graces. Talk softly, keep those breasts up and pushed out and you'll have the mail judges drooling or my name is not Teresa Curtis."

"Well I don't know..."

"Darling there will be two male judges and two females plus the chief judge who this year is female. Be aware those females at the cocktail party will see those pretty young things begin to squawk as they drink too much and their shoulders will slump and their bums will push out. I was selected as a judge for three years and was chief judge two years ago. Believe me, I know how it works."

"When do you need my decision?"

"Oh there's plenty of time. Entries close in three days."

"I'll let you know."

Tess smiled, "Oh you'll only be setting a new record for the oldest competitor by a year. Hope Mason's daughter was twenty-seven she entered for the third time about ten years ago."

Narene groaned and Tess patted her on the shoulder and said, "There now. Find you courage."

That afternoon Narene met Nick, a bright kid with freckles, and he wanted her to come down to the sandy cove reserved for staff with him and his mother. She went and she and Cathy had a great time chatting and watching Nick on his yellow inflatable mattress on the water, taking turns to call him back closer to the shore when he got out too far laying on his belly and hand-paddling.

Narene thought why not when Cathy said it would be great for staff morale to have one of their own in the beauty contest.

"But I'll look like I'm the youngest contestants' mother."

Cathy giggled, "Some mother. You know even before I had Nick I never had a body like yours. You are a Greek goddess."


Struth Shaun



"Now you have become ridiculous," Narene said, but not unhappily.

Under pressure she agreed to enter the contest and on the afternoon her entry was filed she was walking down to the beach to join Cathy and young Nick when she heard screaming.

She raced down and saw Cathy waist deep in the water screaming helplessly to Nick who was being blown out to sea on his air mattress. The maintenance guy's wife was on the phone calling the wharf superintendent to come around in the small motor boat.

"He reckons it will take up to thirty minutes to launch the boat and get around here."

Narene raced out to Cathy, pulled off her dress and watch and gave them to Cathy to hold.

"Yell to him I'm coming for him."

Narene paced herself, hoping she was moving a little faster than the wind-assisted drift of the mattress against the resistance of the water. Each time she paused to look up she saw she was gaining and finally reached Nick who was a bit flaky but she hugged him by the shoulders.

"You make the choice Nick. Do I swim back with you or do we wait for the boat to come around the point and hopefully Mr Thomas will spot us?"

"What if he doesn't?"

"Search and rescue people will use a spotter aircraft."

"I'm scared. What if you can't swim me to shore?"

"I'm confident I can once I rest. The water is fairly warm."

An aircraft appeared from nowhere and flew low over them, its wings were being waggled to signal they'd been seen.

"Someone at the resort must have called the cops and they contacted a tourist plane already in the air. It's best we stay with the mattress because it's easier to spot than two swimmers."

"Mom will be angry with me."

"And what's so wrong with that? She'll be angry because she loves you and was afraid."

"Are you a hero?"

"Hell no, anyone could have swum out to you like I did."

"What swim a mile?"

"You were probably a half-mile out when I reached you. We're still drifting out."

"Well mom can swim a bit and none of those other people on the beach swum out to get me before you arrived."

"Well my dad rescued me in a flooded river when I was four. It's about time I returned the favor and rescued someone. Anyway, provided you stayed on the mattress you were safe."

"Did you know I would stay on the mattress?"

"Yes because you are a sensible kid."

"Then why did you swim out."

"Nick could we talk about something else."

Right then they heard a hand-held air-hooter.

"That will be Mr Thomas but he'll be low in the water. Take off your shirt Nick and then carefully kneel, taking care not to tip, and wave your shirt away from the shore so the wind lifts it. He'll probably see it and here comes the plane, down low but don't be afraid. It's probably fifty feet above the water and will turn roll over a bit over us I reckon, to give Mr Thomas a bearing."

"What's a bearing?"

"Just watch Mr Thomas Nick. You're up higher than me," Narene said, holding lightly on to the side of the mattress."

He's waving," shouted Nick as the plane flew very low over them.

"Great that means he's seen us. Keep waving."

Skipper (Selwyn) Thomas told them on the way back to the beach, "There's a police chopper with a rescue Rubber Ducky landing on the beach and minutes later said, 

"There's the Orion TV chopper. The newspaper team probably got a ride out with the police."

"Oh god," Narene groaned.

"Young fellow do you promise Uncle Skipper to never again paddle out to sea in an off-shore wind."

"Who's Uncle Skipper?"

Skipper groaned and but smiled when Narene said, "This handsome older man driving this boat who rescued us so brilliantly and who is talking to you."

"Oh, yes Uncle Skip. I hear what you say.""

Cathy had Nick and Narene in a vice-like grip when the guy leading the advancing media pack yelled, "Hold that gratifying hug baby, we want pictures."

"No," Narene shrieked and darted back into the sea and swam off around the point after telling Cathy she didn't want any publicity otherwise other contestants in the local beauty contest would think she was attempting to rig the show.

After interviewing Rick and his mother, the media crews searched for Narene but left, failing to find her. By then she was asleep in the kitchen storeroom

Narene arrived at breakfast next morning confident she'd escaped attention, that Skipper would be credited for making a rescue, and event that would by ignored by TV but given two paragraphs in the Echo.

Grinning, Straun said, "Just a quiet afternoon on the beach yesterday, you said?"

"Yes, it's a great little cove, so tranquil."

He tossed her the newspaper.

The front page headline of the Echo screamed, 'Boy Rescued by Heroic Beauty Contest Entrant'.

"Oh god," she groaned, looking at a double column photo of herself in her parent's vineyard and placed below a three column photo of Rick in the arms of his tearful mom.

Rick was quoted as saying, "She told me no way was she a hero because anyone could have swum out to recue me. But they didn't and by the time Narene got to me we were a mile out from shore."

"Half mile," Narene muttered, reading what Cathy had to say.

"I can't believe the heroic action of my best friend Narene. She just loves Rick and ripped off her dress without a word, handed it to me, and swum out in just her bra and panties. At that moment I knew my dear son was safe because I knew Narene was a former South Australian age-group swim champion. When coming ashore she fled the media saying to me she didn't want any publicity because other entrants in the local beauty contests and their sponsors would think we have staged this to win publicity for her. That defies the reality. My son was swept out to sea in a sudden fresh in the wind and Narene wasn't there but she arrived minutes later after finishing her midday partial shift as chef."

"Rick and I are so grateful for the action of courageous Narene, for the pilot of that tourism aircraft that flew over them and acted as a spotted and for the island's highly respected harbormaster Skipper Thomas who launched his small boat in response to the distress call. By the time he'd done that and got around the end of the island and out to pick up Rick and Narene, they were easily two miles offshore. I also thank the police and its search and rescue team for their quick response in getting out from the mainland. Thank god Rick had the sense to stay on his yellow inflatable mattress. Again I thank everyone and I'm so sorry this has embarrassed Narene who's set a new record as the oldest entrant ever in our local annual beauty contest."

"Oh god, I'm going to vomit," groaned Narene.

"Bacon and fried eggs for breakfast Narene?" asked Wendy one of the waitresses.

"No just two pieces of dry whole meal toast and milky coffee," Narene groaned.

Mrs Curtis came into the dining room.

"Oh darling Narene, you have generated wonderful publicity for our resort. Your rescue was even reported on state radio news at 6:00. Pineapple Coast TV called me to get you over on news at 6:00 this evening but I declined on your behalf, saying your wish was to keep out of the limelight. That is your position I would think?"

"Absolutely Tess."

Even Straun was surprised to hear Mrs Curtis being called Tess by an employee.

"PC TV is sending a chopper over to pick up Rick and Cathy to be interviewed. I told them you would be willing to pose for a filler shot, wearing brief clothing, but that you would decline to say anything. Please do that little thing for us darling. It will run State-wide and will probably be picked up by TV stations in other states. This will be equivalent to thousands of dollars of free advertising.

The TV crew filmed Narene wearing a bulky sweater and baggy jeans and then called Tess over and there was an intense discussion.

Tess walked over to Narene looking grim and before Narene said a word Narene said, "Yes I'll do that providing I'm not required to speak."

Tess looked gratefully relieved. 

Fifteen minutes later Narene was filmed coming out of the water at the cove, wearing only her bra and panties. Water streaming over her face she looked up at the camera and smiled, looking absolutely stunning for a woman who'd removed all her make-up to try to make herself appear nondescript.

The news excerpt lasted only three minutes but the edited shot of Narene coming out of the water and looking at the camera, as sexy as any woman who'd played in a James Bond movie, was played twice. 

There were only fifteen guests for dinner than night and so the kitchen closed for a 15-minute break while everyone went to the staff dining room to watch the news clip at 6:10. 

Nick repeated the main parts of his conversation with Narene at the mattress as she rested and what he'd thought when he realized she would rescue him. His mom repeated her comment that when her best friend stripped off and plunged into the sea she knew her son was safe because Narene had been a champion swimmer in her teens.

As the clip ended, all the staff rose and looked at Narene and applauded.

Straun said as he walked Narene back to the kitchen, "That shot of you coming out of the water, you looked so sexy. I thought I really should be banging you."

"Why aren't you?"

"We need time to get to know each other better."

Narene instead of yelling her frustration and said, "Don't leave it too late."

That left Straun looking thoughtful.

CHAPTER 2

Tess handed Narene $2000 in cash. 

"That money is yours but I would like some of it spent on a cocktail dress. You have a day off tomorrow. Take my car and go to the State capital and buy a real stunner of a dress."

"I would be happy to go by train."

"Riff-raff are often on that train. Take my car please. It's fitted satellite navigation with a setting that shows city parking buildings.

Narene returned just before 6:00 and changing in Tess' bedroom, emerged wearing a silver sheath dress covered with silver sequins. 

"Omigod, just look at you," Tess said. "You are making me very horny... um just joking."

Narene hoped she was joking. Tess' husband didn't look worried.

Colin said, "You look a real treat, a real credit to tourism in this State and Tess and I are really proud to be sponsoring you. Please don't worry if you fail to make the final three."

"Thanks Mr Curtis. Please don't expect too much Tess. The judges will be wondering if I've qualified for a retirement pension."

"Darling, you will win. Get used to the idea and prepare your acceptance speech.

Narene giggled and said, "What are you on Tess? Something rather hallucinatory I would think."

"You will win Narene, believe me."

That night when walking to her cabin and escorted by Shaun she said simply, "May I sleep with you tonight?"

"Sure."

She waited but Shaun added nothing more.

"Um should we start with nude wine-drinking in your unit?"

"Yes come on over. Do you have condoms?"

"Um no."

"Neither do I," he said, and she wondered if he were lying. She was on the pill but had not idea of his sexual health. Well that was something to think about.

Narene undressed and showered, dressed and went to Shaun's unit and he watched her undress.

Phew.

He poured her a wine from the fridge, making no effort to hide his half-erection.

"You've got me horny at last," he said. "God the way you flopped out your tits when removing your bra."

"Oh was that sexy?" she said innocently.

He grinned, handed her the glass of wine and gently tweaked a nipple while she brushed a hand over his dick and invited him to sit on the bed next to her.

"And then kiss me."

"And then lick your butt?"

"If you wish."

"Just testing," he grinned.

Only then did she realize his midriff was completely hairless, as was hers of course. Well perhaps not of course because being hairless was no accident. 

"You had some red hair down there last time I saw you nude," she said, as he sat beside her.

"Well since then I've shaved, thinking each passing day was a day closer to the time when you'd want to suck my balls."

"You really must have a lot of spare thinking time," she giggled.

He reached out and took her glass and put both glasses at the side of the bed and then took Narene into his arms and kissed her sweetly.

As they moved apart slightly a few moments later he brushed back her hair and said, smiling faintly, "You know it's a hugely exciting time for a guy to be with a woman who wants to be fucked. Usually it's such a struggle for a guy to know what way the female he has cornered wishes to go."

"I've never thought of it that way but yes, I do wish to be fucked Shaun. Are you the man for the job?"

"Yeah and I have worn condoms on other occasions and so I'm confident of my state of sexual health. What about you?"

"Clean as a whistle I expect."

As they licked and sucked, Narene thought life was sweet. She had no plans to leave the island any time soon.

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FOOTNOTE: After the pre-contest cocktail party the other contestants in the Miss Holiday Coast Beauty Contest apart from Narene met and elected a deputation of three to represent them in an approach to the contest's controlling committee urging it to simply declare Narene the winner. The committee convener said it wouldn't be a contest unless there was judging and the other contestants, disappointed by that news, began talking about quitting en masse. But a second-time contestant Sharon said, "Look I don't think we need to bother... just look at Narene, she has everything going for her and the judges will see that." There was general acceptance about that and Narene won the contest. The delighted owners of the island resort, Colin and Teresa Curtis, promoted Narene to a new position of Island Resort Hostess with a year's contract and gave her a guest cabin as an accommodation upgrade. When she invited Shaun to move in to the luxury unit, he said looking very pleased, "Struth Narene, you must really like me."

THE END