Jason Eggers - Innocents for sale

"Make sure she has the finest room in the place at a special rate, Raoul and send her bags on up, we're going to the bar for a drink if you'd care to join us there." He took hold of her arm and steered her toward another set of marble stairs that led down to the bar.

"Raoul is a friend of mine from some years ago. I met him in Cuba and when the revolution came, I helped him escape and found him a job here in the islands, so I'm sure that you will be well taken care of!" he explained, once they were seated at a small table to the side of the bar.

"You've been so kind, I really don't know how to thank you," she said, relieved that she had gotten a cheaper rate than expected.

"Just you have a good time, and when you're ready, I’ll find you a job also, so don't worry and try to relax and enjoy the sunshine. It usually only rains here at night or a brief shower in the middle of the afternoon, so I'm certain that you will have plenty of beach time."

A waiter came over to take their order and before she could say anything, Mr. Ward asked for two "Specials" and winked at the man who was perhaps the darkest skinned Negro she had ever seen.

"What's in a 'Special," she asked.

"Trade secret, but I'm sure you'll like it," he replied.

The big Negro buck who had taken their order returned with two mammoth sized glasses, which held a drink that looked like a fruit punch and was garnished with mint and orange.

"It certainly looks good," she said and settled down in her seat.

Within a few minutes Raoul joined them at the table and ordered a rum and coke, explaining that a "Special" was too much for him tonight. She tasted the drink cautiously, and was surprised that it actually didn't taste all that bad. It was made with a fruit base, but had a strange licorice taste which she couldn't quite place, maybe Pernod or anisette. At any rate, it was refreshing and that was just what she needed.

Raoul and Mr. Ward began rehashing old times leaving her out of the conversation for a few minutes, but she didn't mind because she just wanted to be quiet and get herself adjusted to her new surroundings. Her drink went down very smoothly and when she had finished, Mr. Ward motioned to the waiter to bring her another one.

Raoul asked her how long she would be staying in Nassau and whether or not she had ever been there before. She told him that she would be staying at least a week or so and then she would consider looking for a job because she really didn't want to go back to Miami for awhile, but she would have to find something right away or else she would have to go back. Mr. Ward and Raoul exchanged a knowing look, smiled at her and told her not to worry, they were sure that a girl as attractive as she was would not have any problem finding a job and they would both help her get started. She couldn't understand why they would bother to take the effort or the time to help her, because, after all, they had just met and things like this usually didn't happen, but she accepted their word and considered herself lucky to have found this helping hand.

She was about finished with her second drink when she began to feel a bit sleepy and told them that she thought that she should go to her room, get unpacked and get a good night's sleep. The men convinced her to have one more drink before going up as it was still early and she could still get plenty of rest. The Negro waiter brought her a third "Special" even though she really didn't feel she could drink another one and she sipped it slowly. Her head was becoming dizzy and she found it difficult to keep her eyes open. When she glanced up she noticed that both men were staring at her and she tried to mumble an apology about being such bad company, but her tongue was thick and the words were not coming out right. In the background of her mind she could still hear their conversation, but her head was so clouded that it was hard to distinguish what they were saying. She tried to get up from her chair, but her legs were rubbery and she found that she was unable to stand up, much less walk. Her eyes were slowly closing and she could feel herself slipping gently off into a dreamy state of unconsciousness.

The two men nodded to the big Negro waiter and he came over to the table.

"We've put her in room 307, Hugo, please carry her up there and we will follow shortly," Raoul ordered.

Hugo didn't speak, but picked her up like she was a feather and carried to an elevator at the other end of the bar.

"She will probably sleep soundly for a half hour or so, Raoul, but when she begins to wake up she will be climbing the walls!" Ward laughed menacingly.

"I don't know how you do it. Ward," he answered, "I honestly don't know how you manage."

The men finished another drink which Raoul poured for them and then followed Hugo on up to the room. Hugo had put her on the bed and not bothered to pull down her skirt which was riding well above her hips, revealing her stockinged legs, the supple, pale flesh above the stockings, her narrow garter belt and thin, white bikini panties.

"Wow! Quite a set of pins on this one," Raoul almost gasped. "She's quite a fine figure and so young, this should be fun!"

Hugo left the room so that the two men could be alone with their prize, because he knew that he was only allowed to sample the girls after they had finished or when they wanted to watch the look of borrow come over an innocent young girl's face when a big Negro stud like him was about to take them.

The two men carefully drew the skirt away from her hips and unbuttoned the tailored cotton blouse and pulled it away from her shoulder. She was not wearing a slip so they could see the high, fullness of the white flesh of her breasts protruding above the material of her brassiere. They drew in their breath as they looked down at this young, helpless girl who was now completely at their disposal.

Her long brown hair curled around her shoulders and lay against the pillow framing her angelic face. Her features were firm and regular, with just a little irregular fleshiness to the lips which just added to her sensualness. Her body was slim, firm and well formed without any outsize sexiness in her curves. The men devoured her young form with their eyes, when Raoul broke the silence.

"I'd like to take her right now while she's sleeping, I've never done that!" he said sadistically.

"Why do that when she will be more than ready for us when she wakes up," Ward added, "it won't take too long for the absinthe to take effect and I only had Hugo put a slight sedative in her last two drinks, so try to be patient!"

"Very well, but it does seem like such a waste… all that beauty and no one loving her. She should be loved all the time!" "Christ, I can't wait to screw the daylights out of her!"

They waited patiently along side her bed sipping slowly on their drinks and talking while she slept, only occasionally letting their hands wander over the full, round curves of her body. She stirred slightly under their touch, but was still completely unaware of what was happening or what was about to happen. Raoul ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, feeling the silk of her stockings and gradually let his fingers find the tight elastic leg band of her panties and pushed his fingers inside until he could feel the soft fleshiness of the light hair-covered lips of her vagina.

"God, she's going to be a good piece of ass… what a tight little pussy!" he said, his breathing increasing rapidly and he could feel a tightness building in his loins and his penis begin to bulge under the cloth of his trousers.

"You had better be careful," the older Ward warned, "or you'll cum before you even get a crack at her and then that would be a waste."

"Well, I know one thing," Raoul breathed heavily. "I'm gonna strip her down right now to her bra and panties. I can't wait to see what's under that skirt and blouse."