“Would I like it there?” I asked, jokingly.
Amy paused and looked at me thoughtfully. “You would” she said, finally.
I was confused and thought she was teasing. “Er, I was joking” I said. “Of course I’d like it! I’d love to go - would you please tell me how.”
“It’s not free.” she said. “You have to earn it.”
“I can work” I said indignantly. “I’m working here, aren’t it? Bar work, waitress, hell I’d even be a maid. I just want to go.”
“Do you think I worked as a maid?” Amy said. “That’s not me. They have them, sure, but who wants to spend all their time cleaning? Bar staff, they have two. And there’s a kitchen.” She paused and put her hand on mine. I liked her touch. “Hon, think about where we are in the world. Why do you think an exclusive, private, paradise island wants girls like us?”
The penny dropped for me. “Ohhh” I said, my eyes widening, but then I immediately doubted my own conclusion. “Sex work?” I mouthed the question silently, fearful of being overheard.
Amy laughed. “Yes,” she said. “Sex work” she mouthed back, mocking me.
“I don’t think I could do that” I said.
“You’d be surprised” Amy said. “It’s easy really. So many girls get into that line of work.”
“Isn’t there a lot of competition?” I asked.
“Well, yes and no.” Amy replied. “Obviously other girls want to work there, but the management is choosy and wants variety for the guests. Not just Asian girls. And it’s classy, discrete. Not like Bangkok. And babe, you’re beautiful. Very sexy. I think you’d like it. Want to know something else?”
“What?” I asked.
“I came so many times” she said in a low voice, and grinned from ear to ear.
“Amy!” I replied, shocked at her revelation. I paused and bit my lip. “Would they really want me?” I asked. I told myself it was just curiosity. The thought of doing what Amy was suggesting was outrageous but it was an ego boost to listen to her.
“They would” Amy said, nodding slowly. “They definitely would.”
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I thought about Amy’s suggestion for two days, during which I continued to look at other travel options - all of which were going to cost money that I had in short supply. My mind kept returning to what Amy had said, particularly how much she had enjoyed all the sex, and I began to imagine various scenarios where I was being taken by a guest on a remote island. The more I thought about it the more erotic I found it, until my mind was in overdrive picturing what men were going to do to me and how I would please them and lose myself at the same time. It got to the point where I needed some alone time in my room at The Traveller’s Rest. My body lay naked, sweating, in bed with my hand between my legs, while in my mind I was being fucked on the island over and over again, until I orgasmed with silent, suppressed, squeals and groans of pleasure.
After that my mind was made up. “Fuck it, why not?” I thought as I texted Amy who had told me she could arrange the introduction.
Amy texted back straight away: “Knew you would! Pack your bag and get to Koh Samui x”
Packing my bag took a couple of minutes. Letting Somchai know I was quitting my job at the Pineapple Tree and collecting wages owed took an hour. I was relieved he was so relaxed about it and didn’t require me to work until the end of the week, but he said he was used to it and I’d been a good worker and there were enough casual staff and wannabes to take over.
“Going somewhere nice?” he asked me, smiling warmly as he often did.
“Island hopping” I said, grinning. “Goodbye Somchai, and thank you!” I said as I walked out the bar.
Koh Samui acted as an island hub to the other, smaller, islands off the coast. There were regular flights from Bangkok to there but bus and ferry was a cheaper option and didn’t need any pre-planning. It was a long journey so I took an overnight bus to catch the ferry to Koh Samui in the morning. Once there, there was a private office for the island. Amy had given me the details and she’d called to let them know when I was arriving. There was a daily boat transfer at 2pm and I was to be on it.
Chapter Three
Day One. As the boat neared the island I marvelled at its beauty. I’d seen pictures of similar islands, of course, but actually being here and watching the sun sparkle over the blue water and see the whiteness of the sand and feel the warmth of the sun and the light breeze was something no photograph could effectively convey.
The boat pulled up at the pontoon and the pilot hopped out and tied up, then helped the few passengers out of the boat. I was not alone, I’d been accompanied by a few people who I’d assumed were guests. Two men arrived to carry their bags and a tall, tanned, Westerner with bleached blonde hair walked up to greet the arrivals.
“Welcome to the island!” he said, spreading his arms in an expansive gesture. “I am Nick, the owner, and I am delighted to have you here! Please, follow this path here to the bar area where you can have a cool drink while we check you in.” The guests made their way slowly up the path and I stood on the pontoon, unsure what to do. Nick turned to my and his eyes ran up and down my body before settling on my face. “You must be Hannah?” he said. I nodded and bit
