Chapter One
St. Lucia, West Indies, May 7, 2010
“ Oooh Mike…yes, that’s it, baby. Give it to me!” she cried out in her native French accent when Michael pulled out and thrusted back into her juicy ass.
Feverishly, Michael pumped into her high yellow ass as he palmed her jiggling melon-sized breasts riding her bareback.
Barefoot, Shay Bennett, slipped into her hotel room, at the Almond Morgan Bay Beach Resort ready to get something going with Michael. The room reeked of sex. Judging from the intensity of their moans and groans, they didn’t even know Shay was there.
What the hell?!
Shay shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe she was watching Michael’s ebony ass rapidly thrusting between that island slut’s butt cheeks—in their resort’s bed—as if they hadn’t made love earlier that morning. He claimed he had a hangover and pleaded that he needed to lie down. The St. Lucian sun was too hot for him, and he wanted to stay inside of their air conditioned room to sleep off his headache. Shay ended up going down to the beach alone.
She found a secluded area next to the rocks, away from the mothers with their crying toddlers. Shay pulled up a lounge chair to get some sun. An hour later, perspiration beaded her face. Her orange string bikini stuck to her skin, and hot sand collected in the crack of her ass. Shay was melting out there, so she decided to join Michael in their room. Her intention was to slip right back into bed with him and give him a little something-something.
Damn, was she pissed to see Michael getting it on with the slut from The Pulse Club. The same woman she caught watching him the previous night.
Calm, but deadly as a cobra snake, she stepped over to the bed.
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Michael bolted, flustered by Shay’s sudden presence.
“S-Shay…Boo, this isn’t what it looks like!” Michael stammered and pulled out of the woman. His cock was covered in her juices as he stood boldly.
Michael’s afternoon delight dove under the sheets. Warily, her big brown eyes looked startled, like a deer caught in headlights. Her hair was standing on top of her head, revealing the tracks from a bad weave job.
I’ll pull out every one of her tracks , Shay thought. Michael betrays me with this woman, because I wouldn’t give him anal sex.
“Get out!” Shay hissed towering over her.
The bitch looked at Shay as if she didn’t understand English.
“Don’t act like you don’t understand me! A few minutes ago, you spoke English very well: ‘ Oooh Mike. Yes, that’s it, baby. Give it to me!’” Shay mimicked the trick’s response to Michael taking her in the ass.
Then, Shay’s calmness exploded. She grabbed the bitch’s auburn-colored hair and yanked her out of the bed, but the weave broke off between Shay’s fingers.
“Ouch, get off me!” the woman screamed.
Shay reached out for a thicker patch of hair and dragged her across the hardwood floor. Although the woman kicked and screamed, Shay’s adrenaline was pumping high when she deposited the woman outside of the hotel room, followed by her maid’s uniform. Then, she wheeled her cart out of the room.
“I will be contacting management about their lousy cleaning service!” Shay quipped.
She marched back into the room.
My funds paid for this romantic getaway, Shay thought.
“Get your nasty ass out of my room, Michael Powers!” She picked up Michael’s suitcase. He hadn’t unpacked yet, and she rolled it over to the door. She tossed it right out of the room, followed by his shirt and pants. The one he wore last evening.
The suitcase missed the woman by a mere inch. She quickly dressed, ignoring the sets of doors opening and the pairs of eyes looking out to see what the commotion was going on in the next room.
“Shay, let’s discuss this.” Michael ran over to her to stop her from tossing his cologne and personal toiletries, along with the rest of his things out of the room.
“Discuss what ?” Shay laughed.
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