Thread: Summer Birds {fate and cowboy}

Aurora DeVol was working at the check-in desk when the trio arrived. She was actually the owner of the resort, as well as other island enterprises. She was descended from a family of island royalty, in the sense of being one of the wealthy families, with a history going back to colonial plantations. The island had a mixed heritage of both French and British colonialism, which gave it an exotic mix of cultures. Aurora had smooth skin the color of coffee with cream, and a well-maintained body for a woman in her late thirties. She spoke with a British tinged accent common on the island, and reinforced with her stint of college studies at Cambridge. Good afternoon, ladies, she greeted them with a warm smile. She was dressed in a flowery patterned bikini top and a light blue wrap-around that flowed from his hips, leaving her trim stomach bare. Despite the casual look, she kept a professional but personable air as she went through the formalities of checking them in. You have one of the bungalow packages, I see. You're in bungalow eleven. Oh, you'll love that! It's at the end of the line of our private beach, and even set off a bit from the rest by a stand of vegetation. You'll have a good sense of privacy for getting that full-body tan. Her smile was just a touch saucy. But don't worry, there are a couple of paths that get you back to the main resort area, if you want to use the pool and slides, rent surf boards or sails. You can come to the casino at your leisure, or the dance club every night after eight. And you'll have full communications with the staff, so that if you want drinks or snacks, they'll bring them right out to you. You'll have chef-prepared meals delivered to you. I guarentee, you'll be pampered as you've never experienced. A muscular looking young man, toned like an athlete, bare chested but wearing light slacks and sandals, appeared near them and started gathering up their luggage. His skin was as dark as Rose's was pale. Aurora gestured to him. This is Maurice , your bungalow server. He's on call to help set up beach furniture, or assist you with anything you need at the bungalow. Actually, he works with Laurie Lucette , who'll be bringing you your meals and drinks. She handed each girl a small walkie-talkie. Anything you desire, you need only press the call button, and one of them will answer and take your orders. Maurice greeted them with a smile, his deep voice tinged with an accent from deeper in the island, a lilting pinch of french creole. Hefting all of their bags in his muscular arms, he began leading them toward their beach-front cabin. Aurora was relieved at the desk and went into her office. She summoned the cook and the head bartender , giving them each a package of gray powder. This is for the occupants of bungalow eleven. Formula forty-one. Make sure their food and drinks are laced with it. The two agreed with a slight smirk. Everyone knew of Aurora's experiments, and they had all benefited from them. Aurora's work at Cambridge had been in biochemistry, with an emphasis in the neuro-chemistry of sexual attraction. And make sure the staff continues to take their weekly pills, she added, no doubt unnecessarily. The staff got one kind of medicine, making them stronger, with more endurance, and enhanced sexual prowess. The selected guests got drugs designed to put them in a state of easy arousal and diminished resistance to suggestion. Aurora had, for example, specifically chosen these newest arrivals for her experiments. She liked the ethnic mix, their youth and relative inexperience, and general attractiveness. She had made sure to offer them a highly discounted package that was too good a deal to resist, and the trio had snapped it up, as planned.