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Island Fever 2: Eternity
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 04: "Vacillation"
Topic: Pamela is a Goddess!
From: Ian1977
Gender: M
#Posts: 156
Pamela is a Goddess!
Posted: August 20, 2013, 10:02am
Miss Pamela is a Goddess for sure.
I had the opportunity to spend some
time with her at the club this past
weekend and found her to be a truly
delightful girl. Pamela has a great
personality, she is friendly and has
a wonderful smile that makes you
want to smile back at her.
When Pamela is on stage, she makes
eye contact with the patrons and
interacts with them. She is fun to
watch as she dances for the audience.
When it comes to a lap dance, Pamela
has a wonderful _sultry_ look in her
eyes that makes you want even more of
her time. I most definitely recommend
spending time with this hot girl. All
in all, Miss Pamela is a Goddess!
Ian
From: HeavyD9116
Gender: M
#Posts: 170
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #1 on August 22, 2013, 8:34pm
Guys,
If you want to really enjoy yourself
and have a great time with a charming,
sexy, funny and sultry lady, then
Pamela is a must! She will make you
smile, laugh, squirm and pant for
more. Pamela has such a wonderful
personality and a lust for life that
you cannot help but have fun with her.
I highly recommend you spend some
time with Pamela if you are looking for
great company. She will not hustle
you and then leave you _high and dry_.
Rather, she will sit and talk with you
and carry on an intelligent discussion
for as long as you like.
Pamela gives a great lap dance, too! I
had an excellent time with her and will
be coming back for more soon. Enjoy
yourselves with this great young lady.
-Darius
From: HartSung
Gender: M
#Posts: 4
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #2 on August 27, 2013, 3:10pm
I saw Pamela dance last night. She is
great! I loved her dance routine to
Richard Marx's "Have Mercy" - I almost
lost it! She sure knows how to jiggle
her assets in tune with the music.
Maybe next time I will be able to stay
longer and get to spend some one on one
time with her.
Peace out... HartSung
From: HartSung
Gender: M
#Posts: 5
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #3 on August 27, 2013, 3:12pm
Oh yeah...
Where can I find Pamela's schedule so
I know when she will be working next?
Is it posted here on the website?
Peace out... HartSung
From: Roxanne (V.I.P.)
Gender: F
#Posts: 13
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #4 on September 5, 2013, 2:19pm
Yes, yes, yes... Pamela is awesome! I
have been dancing at [Strip Club Name]
for about two months and am still
getting a feel for the place, so to
speak. My very first night on the job,
Pamela introduced herself and told me
that if I had any questions, feel free
to ask her and she would try to help.
She is the Mother Hen to all of us!
To me, this speaks volumes about Pamela
as a person. A lot of dancers see what
we do as competition, instead of what
it should be and really is - FUN!
And of course, Pamela is a pure hottie.
For the love of God, someone PLEASE buy
us a shower dance as I am dying to get
those breasts of hers in my face!
Love you Pamela !!!!!!!
XOXOXOXO, Roxanne
From: HeavyD9116
Gender: M
#Posts: 177
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #5 on September 16, 2013, 7:12pm
Roxanne,
I bet that would be quite a sight
seeing you two cuties in a shower
show! I may have to take you up on
that idea the next time I am at
[Strip Club Name]. Pamela sure does
have a nice pair of ta-tas... and
you are not so bad yourself, girl!
-Darius
From: HartSung
Gender: M
#Posts: 8
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #7 on September 25, 2013, 2:51am
Pamela,
Could you post your schedule for the
upcoming week? Want to see you...
Peace out... HartSung
From: HeavyD9116
Gender: M
#Posts: 187
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #8 on September 28, 2013, 9:28pm
Roxanne,
Just wanted to again say thank you
to you and Pamela for the pleasure of
your company in the champagne room
last night. And the next time you
two do a shower dance together, make
sure to have the EMT Paramedics on
stand-by because someone is bound to
enter cardiac arrest! I almost did!
-Darius
From: BaltimoreBob
Gender: M
#Posts: 11
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #9 on October 3, 2013, 11:14am
Pamela rocks! She is one of the nicest
and hottest girls I have ever met and
is the best dancer at the club. I
cannot believe how good she looks on
stage! It is easy to spend money on
her, but she is worth all of the gold
in Fort Knox! Pamela is super fine and
she blew my mind! I hope to get back
to [City Name] soon and see her soon.
Big Bob
From: Cygnus
Gender: M
#Posts: 1
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #10 on October 18, 2013, 08:39am
I just had the pleasure of visiting
the club for the first time with a few
of my friends. Pamela caught my eye
right away as she walked by and then
blew me away when she took the stage.
She is a sight to see while performing.
My friends bought me a lap dance and
let me tell you, it was something else.
I was beyond nervous as it was my first
time but she put me at ease and it was
definitely an experience that I will
never forget. I was unsure of the
proper etiquette but I just had to tip
her a little more.
After the lap dance ended, Pamela came
and sat with us for awhile. She is
very down to earth and answered all of
our newbie questions with class and a
smile on her face.
Later as the club was about to close,
Pamela took the stage for a final time
and I had the pleasure of sitting front
row. I don't know if she remembered
me from the dance before or not (I like
to think so), but she did spend a good
amount of time in front of us. I felt
it only right to tip accordingly. I am
not sure, but I hope I gave enough as
she put on one heck of a show and, in
my mind, earned every penny. I wish
Pamela the absolute best of luck and I
hope to see her next time.
---Cygnus
From: Pamela (V.I.P.)
Gender: F
#Posts: 8
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #11 on October 18, 2013, 02:02pm
Oh gosh I should check here more often
than I have the past couple of months
because all of these great posts about
me have put a smile on my face! Thank
you to everyone for being so nice!
Cygnus: If you are who I think you
are (Michael from last night?), of
course I remembered you during my last
stage show! I remember you now! I
would love for you to come and visit
me again as I greatly enjoyed talking
with you too. You were so nice to me!
HartSung: My schedule is pretty much
set in stone - Monday through Thursday
I work 7:00pm to 4:00am, and Friday and
Saturday I work 5:00pm to 5:00am. But
just in case, if you want to come see me
any night, call the club beforehand and
ask them if I am working. They will be
more than happy to let you know.
Again, I want to thank everyone for
all of the nice things that were said
about me. I really appreciate it!
With much love, Pamela
From: HartSung
Gender: M
#Posts: 11
Pamela is a Goddess!
Reply #12 on October 26th, 2013, 1:13am
Thanks for being a sweetheart Pamela
and letting me know your schedule.
You are the only reason I would even
go to [Strip Club Name] at this point
anymore. I will see you soon!
Peace out... HartSung
* * * * * * *
"So," I said to Pamela, as she and I sat side-by-side in
front of the computer in the mansion's den on this beautiful
Sunday afternoon, "it seems like you were quite the popular
girl at the strip club where you worked. It also seems like
you have been quite busy since you originally left the island
back in July." I raised an eyebrow at her and gently mused,
"60 hour work weeks? Only one night off? Didn't your work
schedule used to be much lighter, if I remember correctly?"
Pamela frowned. "It did. I used to work just four nights,
with anywhere from a 36 to 46 hour week. But with everything
that went on here in the summer - all the disagreements I had
with you, Jeremy, and my troubles with Kristanna and Devon -
I felt as if I needed to stay busy and active. So, I kind of
immersed myself in the strip club."
"Even though you hated it?"
"Yeah. It was all I had left."
For the past 20 minutes, Pamela and I had been scouring
the website of the Baltimore-area strip club which she had
been employed at for what would soon be 12 years for any
mention of her. We had come across a lot - photographs,
comments, reviews - but this particular thread on the forum
detailed above caught my eye more than anything.
"Why did you refuse my offer of help?" I asked, to which
Pamela sighed. "I volunteered to have a private school built
in or near your hometown of [City Name]. I was going to own
and operate it, and I would see to it that you would of had
a secure job there provided you finished your degree in
education. You would have never had to worry about the school
board finding out that you were once a stripper and, because
of that, they suddenly deem you unfit to be a teacher. That
has been your fear for many years, correct? All the hard
work you've done in college would ultimately be for nothing
because no school would hire, or keep, a former stripper?"
"I was mad, Jeremy," Pamela told me. "Mad at you, mad at
Kristanna... mad at the world. Yet, I was still in love with
you. I did not like the idea of you being with another woman
while offering to finance and further my teaching career.
The man I love would be living with Kristanna, making babies
with her I am sure, and I would be stuck being his EMPLOYEE.
The sole reason I would even have that job is because of you.
I... you would have a strong-hold on me, even if you refuse to
admit it or think of it that way, for the rest of my life.
Even if I never saw you again, you would still have a massive
strong-hold on me. I... I did not want that. So, I refused
your help. There was no possible way that I could accept it."
"I would have never held anything over your head."
"I know you never would have intentionally," she insisted.
"But it was me. It was in my mind. I could not accept your
help because, to me, it would have always felt that way. I
would have been reminded of you every day I went to work.
I... it... I'm sorry, Jeremy, for not telling you this in
the past. But I was so angry about everything."
"It's okay," I offered, gently grasping her hand. "There
is no need to apologize, sweetheart." I paused for a brief
moment, contemplating what I wanted to say next. There were
so many things that Pamela and I needed to discuss, and get
out in the open. "So you expanded your work-load from four
nights to six nights at the strip club. Your sister, Candice,
told me and Kristanna that you never went out and did anything
for yourself. You never spent any money, either. Why would
you work so hard and never set aside any _me time_ for you?"
"Because I didn't feel like it," she answered. "If I was
not working or going to school, I just wanted to stay home.
I... I was rotting away. I missed you so much, Jeremy. All
I have ever wanted was for you and I to be together."
"I want that as well," I stressed to her. "It will happen,
too... provided you allow it to happen. I know that your
ideals are a little different than mine."
"They are a lot different," Pamela offered, referring to
my marriage with Kristanna, and the special relationships I
had with Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy. "But I am going to
work through it. I'm going to give it a shot."
"And I thank you for that, dear."
"I wanted to work seven nights a week, you know. But the
club wouldn't let me. I just wanted to stay busy because if
I just sat around and did nothing, I'd go crazy. I... I
never stopped loving you, Jeremy. I wanted you so m-much."
I stood up from the chair and brought Pamela into my arms.
She began sobbing, albeit gently. "It's okay, sweetheart," I
soothed her. "Shhhhh... it's okay." I pulled her face away
from my chest and looked into her tear-stained eyes. "You're
much too special of a lady to be crying." I kissed away some
of those tears and added, "Can you smile for me?"
Even though she was still crying in the most gentle of
ways, Pamela looked into my eyes and somehow forged a smile.
"That's my girl," I grinned in response, encircling her
with both arms once again. "I don't want you to cry, Pamela.
I don't want anything negative in your life. What happened
between us in the past is just that... in the past. What
happened between you and Kristanna is in the past. There
is no way to change it. But we have the present, and the
future. We have the rest of our lives..."
Her face again nuzzled upon my shoulder, Pamela shook her
head and fretted, "This just seems so impractical! You have
Kristanna in your life. Amy is chomping at the bit to marry
you too it seems, and Lindsay is not far behind. Then you
also have Devon and Trish... AND you want me in your life now
as well. That's six women for one man!"
"Not six women for one man," I mused, shaking my head and
sitting down next to her. "It's seven people for each other.
You have always struggled with that idea, Pamela, and never
seemed to quite understand it. It's not all these girls and
me. It's all of us together, as one big, happy family. We
all love and take care of each other as a group."
"I do not have a constant line of women outside my door
beating it down for companionship and satisfaction," I
continued. "The girls keep each other company quite fine by
themselves. But I also spend plenty of time with each of
them. I make it a point, EVERY SINGLE DAY, to have a
one-on-one discussion with all of the girls, even if that
means pulling them away from someone else in order to make
it happen. I want to know what's up, how are they feeling,
is everything okay, is there anything I can do for them."
I shrugged my shoulders at her. "Everyone is happy,
Pamela. Everyone's happy. I can't put it any simpler
than that. Sure, there may be little sub-sets in the
group as it pertains to the women - Trish and Lindsay are
very, very close, and so are Kristanna and Devon. Although
she spends a lot of time with Trish each day, that does not
mean Devon or Amy cannot pull Lindsay away for an entire
afternoon or evening to do whatever."
"One thing we strive for, and constantly stress to each
other, is no jealousy. There is no jealousy or resentment
allowed whatsoever. If there is, we get those feelings out
in the open and deal with them swiftly."
"Have you had any trouble like that yet?" Pamela asked.
I nodded my head. "There was one day last month, where
Amy took Lindsay out for the day, but was supposed to be
home at six o'clock that night. Trish had plans to do
something with Lindsay that night. Well, Lindsay and Amy
did not get back until ten o'clock, and Trish was angry.
Amy had talked Lindsay into going somewhere else with her,
and staying out much longer than expected. Trish was, in
fact, VERY angry. But it was a problem, and we took care
of it quickly. Nothing ever came of it after that."
"I don't look at my life, Pamela, and say that I divide
up my loyalties amongst five different women. I don't look
at it that way at all. I am pretty sure that you can ask
any of the girls, and they will all tell you the same thing.
There isn't a man alive who could love each of them,
INDIVIDUALLY, as much as I do, or a man who could possibly
treat them any better than I do. Kristanna knows that.
Devon knows that. Trish and Amy know it, too."
"Heck, it is the main reason why Lindsay ultimately decided
to stay with us in the first place. She was so focused on
collecting her money and going back home to her family after
her six weeks on the island ended. But Lindsay looked at how
I treated her - how good and genuinely nice I was to her -
and she eventually realized that she was not going to find
that in the outside world. Lindsay may have a hot thing
going with Trish, but I believe her heart ultimately belongs
to me. In fact, I know it does."
"It does," Pamela confirmed. "I was talking with Lindsay
last night before dinner. She was telling me everything that
had happened since I was here last. Lindsay also said that
she wants to be the next woman to marry you, Jeremy."
I chuckled. "So does Amy."
"And Kristanna wants you to marry Devon," Pamela mewed.
"We'll get it figured out," I promised her. "I am not
worried. There won't be any issues or problems with it."
Perhaps I could marry all three of them together at once?
"Lindsay was trying to convince me to stay," Pamela
sighed. "Lindsay said you treat her and the others so
incredibly well. That, I never doubted." Pamela hesitated,
then took a deep breath. "I never had any doubts you would
treat me good, Jeremy. Never any doubts at all. My issue
has always been having to share you with others."
"We don't look at that way," I implored to her. "You
never understood that, Pamela. Kristanna does not SHARE me
with four other girls. It's not five women sharing one man.
It's six people as a group who love and care for each other."
I squeezed her hand again. "We want to make it seven."
Pamela gulped her throat and swallowed hard. "I... I have
had many fantasies and dreams throughout my life. I used to
dream of so many wild and crazy scenarios when I was growing
up... things I wanted, how I wanted my life to be when I got
older." Pamela hesitated again. "But never did I envision
myself in a marriage with one husband and five wives."
"You don't have to marry any of the girls if you don't
want to. That is totally up to you, dear."
"Okay," she relented. "I never envisioned myself in a
marriage where my husband has a total of six wives."
"I only have one right now."
"You'll be married to all five of these girls within the
next two years," Pamela scolded me. "You know it, and I know
it. I have no doubt about it whatsoever. And with me, you
want that number to be six. You want six wives."
"What I want, Pamela, is for you to be happy," I told her.
"I know this is very different than what you have envisioned
and dreamed of for your life over the years. Just give it a
chance. I mean, really give it a chance."
"I'm doing my best!" she nodded, pushing her chair away
from the desk and looking frustrated. "The only way I am
ever going to be happy, Jeremy, is if I am with you. I
realize that now. I understand it. I really, truly want
this to work. But it's so difficult for me to comprehend
what being in a SEVEN-WAY relationship would be like."
"What's so difficult? Look around you, sweetheart. Talk
to any of the girls here. You said you were talking to
Lindsay. Talk to her again. Do you think Lindsay was any
different than you? Do you think the daughter of a minister
who wanted to be a minister herself, AND a virgin no less
before she came here, envisioned herself one day in a marriage
with one man and five or six wives? But look at Lindsay now.
Look how happy and fulfilled she is."
Pamela shook her head. "You COULD NOT make any of this
stuff up, Jeremy. Do you know how unbelievable and unreal
everything you describe to me seems?"
"It's not unbelievable or unreal, Pamela. We live this
life every single day. And all of us are very happy."
"If I read the conversation we are having RIGHT NOW in a
book, I would think it was so unbelievable!"
I chuckled at her statement. "Look at me, dear. _I_ did
not invite six ladies to the island earlier this year with
the eventual goal of marrying each and every single one of
them. I just wanted one wife. That was all. I struggled
so much in the first few weeks on who that wife should be.
You, Devon, Lindsay, Amy... even Trish. But Trish and I
did not become really close until the final few weeks,"
"Then Kristanna finally makes her feelings for you be
known," Pamela grumbled, "you fall in love with her,
and she starts planting seeds in your head about the idea
of a three-way marriage with Devon. Then she begins to
add another. And another. Suddenly, you have five wives."
"I only have one wife now."
"You know what I mean!" she shot back.
I frowned. "You seem unhappy, Pamela. Is this going to
work? Can you really adapt to this type of lifestyle?"
"I am NOT unhappy or angry right now," she insisted. "I
am simply airing out my grievances and my thoughts on the
whole situation. I am trying to talk to you, Jeremy, and let
you help me understand and accept everything."
"Are you feeling okay?" I asked, referring to her recent
trip to the hospital. "You don't feel any anxiety or stress
having this discussion with me, do you? The doctor said for
you to take a dose of nitroglycerin - spray it under your
tongue and let it sit - if you feel any tightness in your
chest... be it from physical activity or mental anxiety."
"I am perfectly fine, Jeremy. We are just talking."
I patted her hand. "You know I worry about you. Do you
have your medicine spray with you?"
Pamela frowned at me, then reached into her jeans pocket
and pulled out a small tube. "Nitroglycerin spray, Jeremy...
here it is. And before you ask, I took my blood pressure
medication at noon on the dot."
She put the tube back into her pocket and sighed, "I'm not
Amy, Jeremy. I don't need you to baby-sit me when it comes
to my medicine and whether or not I take it. Trust me, I do
NOT want to EVER go through what happened to me three nights
ago in Maryland. You do NOT need to worry whether or not I
am taking my medication. I will never miss a day."
"Fair enough," I offered. "But I will still worry, and
there will be days I still ask." Pamela grunted at me as I
ended, "It's only because I care about you."
Appearing lost in thought, Pamela was silent for at least
20 seconds before saying, "I want to make this work. I may
not agree with the whole concept and idea of your life and
the relationships you have with the other girls just yet, but
I want to. I want to be able to accept, and embrace it. It
is... it is... just going to take... some time."
"Today is Sunday, sweetheart, and remember that next
Friday, we are beginning our family tours of Christmas
vacation starting in Cincinnati. I have family there, and
so does Lindsay and Amy. We will be there for a week, until
the following Friday, and then we are going to spend a couple
of days in Toronto so Trish can see her folks before
returning to Norway just in time for Christmas."
"If you haven't made up your mind by next week, Pamela,
you are MORE than welcome to tag along with us for however
many legs of the trip you want to. I even want you to go to
Norway with us - see the culture there and the farm we live
on - if that will help convince you to stay. I'm not tying
you down or holding you to anything. You will be free to go
back to your life in Maryland whenever you want."
"I don't WANT to go back to my life in Maryland," Pamela
informed me, again with a grunt. "I am miserable there. I
don't want to go home, yet I don't know if I can fully wrap
myself around your lifestyle and truly be happy as a part of
it. THAT is my biggest problem right now, Jeremy. I... I...
I don't know what to do!"
The young woman shook her head and frowned. "There is
nothing for me to go home to. The strip club will never
take me back. They are fearful that I'll have a heart
attack and die right on the middle of their stage." She
made a face and added, "I've worked there for almost 12
years. I have been there longer than ANY other employee,
be it dancer, waitress, bouncer, manager... whatever. A
friend of mine already told me that the owner refuses to
take me back. She says the club has gotten some really bad
publicity and whatnot from what happened to me. Apparently,
I made the news there. They were even cracking jokes about
me on the radio, if you can believe that."
"Jokes?" I asked, my eyes narrow.
"Some stupid disc jockey said on the radio, _What does a
strip club call an injured employee?_. _A hoe down_." I
tilted my head and looked at Pamela with a sympathetic gaze
as she turned her face away and began to cry. "Do you know
how humiliating th-that is, for m-m-me? The disc jockey even
said it what my name was on the air... first AND last name."
I brought Pamela into my arms and held her once more.
There was nothing for me to say about the disc jockey
comment. I had no idea how to respond do it.
"Will you go to Ohio and Canada with us, and maybe Norway,
if you take that long with your decision?" I finally asked
after a good half-minute, breaking the silence.
"I will go to Ohio with you for sure," she responded, to
which I smiled and ended the embrace. "You're basically
starting Christmas this Friday, the fourteenth, and continuing
all the way through until the twenty-fifth or twenty-sixth,
right? I will go to Ohio at the very least, and MAYBE Canada
for Trish, but I do have one request."
"What's that?"
"I want to see my sister, Candice, in Ohio. I want to have
Christmas with her. Candice is the only one in my family that
I get along with any more. Can you get her accommodations and
airfare to Cincinnati so that she and I can be together?"
"Does Candice want to go there as well?"
Pamela nodded her head. "I talked to her this morning."
"Consider it done."
Pamela smiled, but then giggled and told me in a joking
manner, "Just keep the other girls away from her. Candice
is NOT bi-sexual. She has no interest in any of this."
"Fair enough," I conceded.
"Plus, Candice thinks you're weird."
My eyes went wide. "Oh?"
"Candice wonders why you want six wives when you have a
perfectly good wife in Kristanna," Pamela answered. "She
says that, after meeting the two of you, you and Kristanna
were the complete opposite of what she was expecting."
"What was she expecting?"
"I don't know," Pamela shrugged. "Candice said you were
a good-looking, handsome businessman type who was well-spoken
and seemed thoughtful and overly caring, whereas Kristanna
reminded her of a majestic run-way model, who came across as
forever cheerful and happy. Candice says that when they had
breakfast in the hospital cafeteria, Kristanna talked to her
and made her feel as if they had been life-long friends."
I nodded my head. "Krissy can do that to anyone."
Pamela shrugged her shoulders again. "Candice wonders why
you want more wives when you have a perfectly good one."
"I don't want 20 or 30," I said to her. "I just want
six. Krissy, Devon, Trish, Lindsay, Amy and you." She
again gulped her throat as I reiterated, "You, Pamela."
"So you want me as a wife, yet I have to have ongoing
relationships with the rest of the girls at the same time?"
"Let me ask you something, Pamela. What does Candice
think you should do? She knows you better than anyone.
She is better equipped to make an informed decision about
you than anyone else in the whole, wide world."
"Candice wants me to accept your offer and throw my heart
and soul into everything," Pamela responded. "Candice knows
that it is the only way I will ever truly be happy in life."
"Why is that?"
Pamela pouted. "Because being with you, Jeremy, is the
only thing that has ever made me happy."
I encircled Pamela with both arms yet again, and gently
brought her to me. "Whether you were my only wife, honey, or
one of six, or even one of 600, it would be impossible for me
to love you any more completely than I do right now, and will
continue to do in the future. I can give you everything in
life that you ever wanted or dreamed of. I can give you more
love and compassion than you would even know how to handle."
I pulled back and looked deeply at Pamela's face. She was
crying, albeit softly. I cupped her chin with my right hand
and wiped away a few of her tears with my thumb. "You're so
special to me. You always have been. Please, sweetheart...
please. Please let me take care of you for the rest of your
life. Please let me love you, and make you happy."
And with that, Pamela broke down and really began sobbing.
"OH, JEREMY!" she exclaimed, wildly tossing her arms around
my shoulders and hugging me fiercely. "Oh my God, I love you
so much! I don't want to ever let out of my sights again!"
"Don't rush," I insisted, rocking her back-and-forth in my
embrace. "Don't tell me _yes_ yet. I want you to think about
it. I want you to make the right decision. You have plenty
of time. I don't want you to have any second thoughts, or
feel in the future that you made the wrong decision. I want
whatever you decide to be final. Take your time."
"Will the other girls really accept me?" she bawled.
"You already know they will. All of the girls love you
and care about you; they have been worried for you."
When there was a knock on the door behind us, Pamela and I
turned and were greeted with the lovely vision of Kristanna
and Devon standing at the open entrance. Both ladies had
tentative, yet curious looks on their faces.
"Is it okay if we're here?" Kristanna asked us.
"Yeah," Pamela answered, quickly composing herself and
dabbing her tears with a giant handful of tissues.
"Did Jeremy make you cry?" Kristanna teased Pamela, though
playfully. "He has a knack of doing that to all of us from
time to time." Kristanna stepped into the den with a plate
of chocolate truffles in hand. "I come bearing gifts."
Devon followed behind as Kristanna made her way over to
Pamela and yours truly, and offered us the plate. "I made
them myself," Kristanna told Pamela. "Family recipe."
"These things are delicious," I informed Pamela, grabbing
two of the little chocolate snacks by hand and popping them
both into my mouth. "You should try some."
When Pamela took a sample nibble of a single truffle, she
smiled immediately and then swallowed the rest of it down.
"Hmmmmm... it is delicious. Thank you, Kristanna!"
"Should Krissy and I leave?" Devon wondered, glancing at
me. "Did we come at a bad time? I know you and Pamela have
a whole lot to discuss and iron out together, Jeremy."
"You're fine," Pamela told Devon, answering for me. "I
was just going to get up and go for a walk."
"A walk?" Kristanna countered, making a face and flicking
her wrist at the mere idea. "A walk sounds awfully boring.
Why don't you go up to the waterfall with me and Devvy
instead? We would have a great time!"
"Umm, Krissy..." I quickly interjected, suddenly concerned.
"That's a pretty strenuous hike up to the waterfall. I don't
want Pamela to go on a hike like that, this close removed
from being released from the hospital."
"We're not going to hike to the waterfall, silly," my wife
told me. "We're taking the _Jeep_ up to it."
"Oh."
Kristanna focused all of her attention upon Pamela. "Come
on! We will have fun. You can put a bikini on and go
swimming with me and Devvy at the waterfall, and think how
glad you are that you're not in that horrific snow-storm that
is terrorizing Baltimore right now."
"They're supposed to get six or seven inches between today
and tomorrow," Devon commented.
Pamela turned toward me. "Do you have a problem, Jeremy,
if I go along with Kristanna and Devon to the waterfall?"
I smiled at the mere idea. "Not at all. I think that
would be wonderful. Go have a great time with them." I
paused, but then added, "Just be aware, Pamela, that our
discussion is not over. You and I have many more things
to talk about in the next couple of days."
She nodded her head at me. "I know."
* * *
Some time later, a wide, far-ranging smile came to my face
as I sat down at the control panel within the voyeur room.
Not only were Kristanna and Devon at the volumetrically
challenged waterfall, but Pamela was there with them as well!
The prospects of both Kristanna and Devon spending some
quality time alone together with Pamela like this definitely
intrigued me. It would hopefully bring Pamela one step closer
to ultimately deciding to make a life-long commitment to us.
Kristanna and Devon looked totally captivating in their
skimpy, two-piece bikinis, no doubt, but I was nearly blown
away when Pamela peeled off her oversized white t-shirt and
put her own valuable physical assets on showcase.
Having been witness to Pamela in a drab hospital gown and
normal, everyday attire since re-uniting with her this past
Thursday, perhaps I had forgotten what an amazing, truly
awe-inspiring figure she possessed. Seeing her in this tiny,
two-piece bikini, however, was all the jolt my memory needed.
Standing 5-foot-6 and weighing a trim 120 pounds, Pamela's
body had been sent down from Mount Olympus. A mythical
goddess if there ever was one, Pamela was an absolutely
gorgeous blonde with all-natural 38d-24-35 measurements, along
with sleek, flawless skin and killer legs. And if that was
not enough, Pamela also had an immaculate face, inquisitive
brown eyes and a warm, glittering smile. Highly intelligent
and a definite joy to be around, Pamela was, very simply, the
ultimate girl-next-door. She was a dream-come-true.
Underneath that white t-shirt which went all the way down
to mid-thigh, Pamela had been concealing a super sexy blue
and neon green bikini. The top, which hugged and clutched
her mouth-watering breasts in a most enticing manner, was blue
with thin green shoulder straps, and had a green bow dangling
down which embellished her bust and midriff even more. The
blue bottom was a classic triangle cut which was low but
offered full coverage, with a green bow adorning each hip.
Still sporting a full, sun-bronzed tan from her visit to
the island earlier in the year, Pamela looked absolutely
remarkable. I gawked at the surveillance monitor, purely
slack-jawed, unable to pry my eyes away from the images of
her. Pamela was even more beautiful than I had remembered!
How was that even remotely possible?
"So what it is like having a husband and all these other
girls around who also want to marry Jeremy?" Pamela asked
Kristanna, as I flipped the hidden audio switch on for the
waterfall. It was time to do a little eavesdropping...
"It is great!" Kristanna answered with a happy smile. "I
get the best of both worlds." She took a seat on a grassy
ledge which overlooked the turquoise-colored basin below. "I
have never been so happy in my entire life!"
Also smiling, Devon sat down next to Kristanna, but was
glancing upward at Pamela. "You know... the typical, average
guy would say that Jeremy is such a lucky man. That is what
Kevin, his helicopter pilot friend, says to him all the time.
But you know what? We - us girls - WE are the lucky ones."
"Jeremy may have a wife and more women also waiting to
marry him," Kristanna squealed, "but we all have a husband
AND a set of wives to look forward to. Just like 'lil Devvy
says - it isn't Jeremy - WE are the lucky ones!"
"It really is the best of both worlds," Devon nodded.
Still standing behind them, Pamela asked, "Don't any of
you ever get jealous?"
Kristanna and Devon glanced at each other for a moment,
then re-focused upon Pamela and shook their heads in unison.
"There is no need to get jealous," Kristanna told her.
"We all love each other... we're a team. I understand that
there are days when Jeremy may want to spend more time with
Devvy or Amy than than he does me. I understand that, and
that's fine. I have no issue with it."
"There are days when he wants to spend more time with
Krissy, Trish or Lindsay than he does me," Devon chimed in.
"Or any girl, really. That's fine too."
"And then there are days when Devvy and I just want to be
alone together," Kristanna added. "Jeremy gives us plenty of
space on those days. Or I may want to be with Trish. Or
Devvy wants a day alone with Amy. Maybe Devvy wants to go
out shopping with Trish and Lindsay. Maybe Jeremy wants to
take Amy to the bondage shop so they can search for some new
toys and devices for her. No matter the case, there is no
jealousy. We get along too good for there to be jealousy."
"I just think that you can never surround yourself with
enough people that love you," Devon cooed. "I mean, look at
my life and where I came from. My parents basically disowned
me when I was 16. I had horrible luck dating, and I was
stuck in a nowhere job with no room for advancement."
Kristanna put her hand atop Devon's shoulder as she added,
"All I ever wanted was a loving and peaceful life. I never
had that at home. My parents were so angry at me because of
something stupid I did when I was still in high school. They
never let me live it down. Maybe that is why I enjoy having
so many people around, and am open to the idea of more. As
long as they are good people and care for me - and I care
for them - I say bring 'em on. Bring 'em all on!"
Kristanna slipped her left arm around Devon's shoulder
and moved her face so their cheeks were side-by-side. "If
you haven't figured it out yet," she said, grinning up at
Pamela, "Devvy is a slut. That pretty much proves it."
"I am not a slut!" Devon squealed, acting offended. It
was another one of their famous no-I'm-not-yes-you-are games.
I loved it when Kristanna and Devon bickered like this...
Pamela offered a nervous laugh as she glanced down at the
pair of blonde beauties. "I can see you two have a lot of
fun together. You were joking and laughing like this when I
was here during the summer, too. So happy together..."
"I love Devvy with all of my heart!" Kristanna smiled,
embracing her girlfriend from the side with both arms.
Also grinning, Devon returned the thoughtful embrace with
one of her own. "I love you too, Krissy Krissy Kristanna!"
"Wow," was all Pamela could say in return.
Devon plopped down and landed on her feet in the chest-deep
pool of fresh water. With the heavy, tumbling falls as their
backdrop, Devon extended both arms and looked up at Kristanna
with a longing expression. "Come on in, baby."
Who could resist such an invitation? Definitely not
Kristanna, who immediately took the two-foot plunge and
landed in front of Devon in the basin. Devon, as could be
expected, quickly wrapped both arms around my wife's slender
body and pulled her downward so only their heads were above
the water's surface.
"Oooooh... it's so cold!" Kristanna complained.
"You'll get used to it soon enough," Devon promised, first
bumping noses with Kristanna and then giggling like a child.
Devon glanced at Pamela, who was still standing on the grassy
ledge just above them. "Come on it, honey," she encouraged.
Kristanna drew her right arm upward and held it toward
Pamela in an engaging manner. "There's enough room for all
three of us." Kristanna then squealed as Devon crushed
their breasts together in the middle of their shared embrace.
Kristanna responded by splaying a series of tender, loving
kisses along Devon's lovely face and neck.
"Come join us!" Kristanna reiterated, also snickering.
Pamela smiled at the idea, but shook her head in response.
"No... that's quite all right." Devon pressed her lips to
Kristanna's lips for a scintillating, heated kiss. Pamela
smiled again. "You two seem to be doing fine without me."
"Suit yourself..." Kristanna squealed, an instant before
resuming her erotic kiss with Devon. This time, the girls
really went after each other. The kiss they shared was hot
and passionate; much more so than their previous exchange.
I even felt an all-too-familiar twinge within my shorts.
Once it was broken, Devon laughed and giggled with delight
as she placed both hands upon Kristanna's shoulders and
pushed downward, completely dunking her head underwater.
Upon re-surfacing, Kristanna huffed and grunted for a moment,
then brought Devon into her arms and kissed her yet again.
Just watching these two frolic and play together reminded
me of how fortunate of a man that I truly was. I _loved_
being witness to playful and spirited interactions like this
between Kristanna and Devon. It was also a true testament of
the bonding love that they shared together.
As their kiss soon intensified to even greater heights,
the smile upon Pamela's face slowly but surely faded away.
She looked on as the two ladies tried to devour each other
in the basin for several seconds, until finally frowning.
Naturally, I wondered what was wrong. Why was Pamela
frowning? I even asked that question out loud...
My concern increased ten-fold as Pamela then turned and
slowly stepped away from the ledge. Once entering the clear,
Pamela shook her head and sighed deeply, and walked off.
"What's wrong?" I asked, now standing in the voyeur room.
I wanted Pamela to go back and jump into the basin with
Kristanna and Devon! They were too hot and heavy with each
other, though, to even notice that Pamela had left them...
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