Choose Your Own Adventure

[IsabellaRose]

Do you remember the Choose Your Own Adventure book series? You would read a few pages of introductory information, then get a point where the story could go in several directions, or where the character (you, as the books were all written in second person) had to make a decision. You were presented with 2-4 (sometimes more!) options, and had to turn to the page indicated to find out what happened based on the decision you made.

I always thought that HTML would be the perfect medium for such a tale, where you could simply link to the next section without the need to turn pages. Maybe someone already did it somewhere and I haven't seen it. Regardless, I'm going to write one here, or at least as much of one as my muse will allow. This post will serve as the Index of all posts, if I get around to keeping it updated.

Let me know what you think by sending me a PM or commenting on my page.

Maybe I'll put up a poll to see which part I write next, then we can revisit other decisions later. Hmm... now which setting to use...?

 

To start the first Choose Your Own Adventure, click here.

[Gangsta Moll Deactivated]

I think that's a great idea - I did it myself on a different forum and it was fun. I'd love to see you do it.

[IsabellaRose]

1. START HERE

You just graduated from high school and have one last summer before you and all your friends go to different colleges. Your original plan was to work through the summer to save up some money, and you've been doing exactly that, working your part time job at almost full time hours. You've spent weeks burning the candle at both ends, working, hanging out with your friends after work, and trying to jam in a summer course to get ahead on your college credits. Now there are only three weeks left before classes start. This is the last summer before all your friends separate, and who knows when you'll all be together again?

That's when you receive the package. It's the size of a laptop and heavy, almost as if someone wrapped up a chunk of stone in brown paper and tied it with twine. It's addressed to you at your home address, but there's no return address. You heft it under one arm on your way into the house, but drop it on the table in the front hall and quickly forget about it as you run into the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat.

Your mother is out of town on an extended business trip and your father had to head back to his hometown to take care of your ailing grandfather, leaving you alone in the house. Naturally it has become the place for all your friends to hang out. After you eat and take a quick shower, you come downstairs to find two of your friends already there. hanging out in your living room, playing video games. 

Sam is the only girl you know who is completely unaware of her physical appearance. She dresses in flannel shirts and jeans and keeps her long, naturally curly hair in a haphazard ponytail. If she wore makeup and dressed in more feminine attire, she would likely be the prettiest girl in school, and even though she embodies the "pretty girl who doesn't know she's pretty" cliché, she's one of your best friends.

On the flipside, Tom is fit and knows it. He got a full ride scholarship to play football in college. Despite his status as captain of the football team and the fact that he's one of the most popular kids in high school, he's still always hung out with you and Sam. Your geeky hobbies bound you together at an early age, and nothing has changed that.

You're the skinny one of the group, the geeky one, the one that no one of the opposite sex notices. You're just plain and hide your unassuming physique behind baggy clothing. You always wished you could be attractive and fit like your friends, but it's only when you're with both of them hanging out like the old days that you don't notice any of that. When the three of you are together, you're all jut friends and nothing matters. 

When you come downstairs freshly showered, your friends are waiting for you. Sam has just crushed Tom at MarioKart and they laugh and tell you it's your turn. As you come into the living room, Sam points to the plain brown package. One of them put it on the coffee table in the living room. 

"What's with the mysterious package?" she asks.

"You buying old school porn or something?" jokes Tom.

"I don't know," you answer, sitting on the couch. "It just arrived today. There's no return address."

"Well then open it," says Sam. "We're dying to see what's inside it."

You shrug and put the package in your lap. As you start to untie it, Sam reaches in to help and Tom leans close. The twine proves difficult, but you manage to get it untied and then lift an edge of the brown paper. It's thick and tears with a sound like cardboard shredding, revealing within an ancient looking box.

The box is heavy, probably made of some kind of metal, and vaguely book-shaped. The exterior is covered in age-worn filigree, the fine patterns dulled over time. You can see traces of what may have once been gold or brass between the ridges of the pattern. In the center of the lid is a solid oval plate. It appears to be a mirror, but it so dirty that you can't see anything in it but caked on dirty. You rub at it and can see the mirrored surface begin to appear as the grime of ages is brushed away. The box shifts in your lap and you briefly see your reflection in the mirrored surface before the world suddenly slides away around you...

Your vision blurs and all you can see is the mirror, your reflection wavering as if the air between you and it is shimmering with heat. Your reflection begins to fluctuate between your face, that of Tom, and that of Sam. Soon you see only Sam and Tom's faces switching on and off in the mirrored surface. Your own face is gone.

A raspy voice like the rustle of dry leaves says, "You will be tested. Choose your avatar."

You feel an overwhelming urge to reach out and select either Tom or Sam. As you stare at their reflections, you see them slowly transform into what you somehow realize to be the perfect the archetype of their gender, one male, one female. You understand that whatever test you're about to face will require you to choose one or the other of your friends to be your avatar, to experience this test either for you, or for you to experience this  test as one of them.

 

If you choose Sam, click here.

If you choose Tom, click here.

[Gangsta Moll Deactivated]

I'm going with Sam

[IsabellaRose]

2. CHOOSE SAM

Your eyes drift to the image of Sam and linger there. She is gorgeous, and the longer you look, the more you see just how attractive she truly is.

She seems so much more feminine than usual, and you realize that she's wearing makeup and her hair is down, its' natural curl framing her beautiful features. You could get lost in those green eyes, and... you realize that you're looking straight into Sam's face as if from only a few feet away. Your gaze travels down over her body and you see that not only is she lovely ,but she's also quite fit as well. She seems strong, probably stronger than you, and her curves draw your eye to her tiny waist, the curve of her breasts, barely covered by a black bra. Your eyes move down to the black triangle formed by the tiny panties she wears, and the thought of her nearly naked sends a shiver across your body. 

Then you realize that you're cold because you're only wearing underwear as well. You look down and see your tiny black panties and a tight black bra barely containing your ample breasts, Sam's ample breasts... you're in Sam's body! You look up into the mirror in front of you and realize that you are now Sam, and you're standing in your underwear in front of a mirror in... you look quickly around, and find yourself in a dark room with a domed ceiling. There are no windows or doors, just a long rack of clothes and the mirror in front of you. 

You look at yourself in the mirror again. You are stunningly gorgeous. You wonder what this is all about as you let your hand wander over your new body, excited by your own touch. It feels good to be in this body. Your own fingers feel amazing moving over your skin. You wonder what it would be like to touch yourself more intimately, and your hand slides downward. Just as your middle slides between your legs, you hear the same voice in your head.

"Select your clothing," it says, and your eyes travel back to the rack of clothes.

There are dozens of outfits there, from casual wear to formal wear, and even what looks like cosplay or Halloween costumes. You start to browse through everything hanging on the rack. There's a rack with normal looking clothes - a business suit, a sundress, a bikini, and a formal gown. In the next section you find what must be costumes - a maid outfit, a medieval princess dress, a skimpy nurse costume, and a leather BDSM outfit that makes you blush when you think about wearing it. Are you going to a Halloween party? 

Well, the voice said to choose. You look in the mirror one more time and admire your new body, the curvy, toned, sensual form you now inhabit. Then you turn back and choose an outfit.

 

If you select the business suit, click here.

If you select the sundress, click here.

If you select the bikini, click here.

If you select the formal gown, click here.

If you select the maid outfit, click here.

If you select the medieval princess dress, (you can't yet click here.)

If you select the nurse outfit, (you can't yet click here.)

If you select the BDSM outfit, click here.

[Chuck89]

(Can I have one?)

[IsabellaRose]

3. CHOOSE TOM

Your eyes drift to the image of Tom and linger there. He is quite handsome, and the longer you look, the more you see just how attractive he truly is.

He seems so much more masculine than usual, and you realize that he's clean-shaven and his hair is freshly cut. The short hair only serves to highlight his handsome face. You could get lost in those green eyes, and... you realize that you're looking straight into Tom's face as if from only a few feet away. Your gaze travels down over his body, drinking in how fit and firm he is. He's clearly strong, so much stronger than you, with large biceps, and his muscular pecs and the wedge shape of his body draw your eye to his six pack abs and small waist. Your eyes move down to the tight black boxer briefs hugging his hips, the bulge in the front of his briefs, and the thought of his manly package sends a shiver across your body. 

Then you realize that you're cold because you're only wearing underwear as well. You look down and see your black boxer briefs and realize you're looking down past strong pectoral muscles, and washboard abs, Tom's pecs and abs... you're in Tom's body! You look up into the mirror in front of you and realize that you are now Tom, and you're standing in your boxers in front of a mirror in... you look quickly around, and find yourself in a dark room with a domed ceiling. There are no windows or doors, just a long rack of clothes and the mirror in front of you. 

You look at yourself in the mirror again. You are ruggedly handsome. You wonder what this is all about as you let your hand wander over your new body, excited by your own touch. It feels good to be in this body. Your own fingers feel amazing moving over your skin, across the flat planes of your chest and the hard lines of toned muscle. You wonder what it would be like to touch yourself more intimately, and your hand slides downward. Just as your hand cups over the bulge in the front of your boxers, you hear the same voice in your head.

"Select your clothing," it says, and your eyes travel back to the rack of clothes.

There are dozens of outfits there, from casual wear to formal wear, and even what looks like cosplay or Halloween costumes. You start to browse through everything hanging on the rack. There's a rack with normal looking clothes - a business suit, a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, swimming shorts, and a tuxedo. In the next section you find what must be costumes - a gladiator outfit, a medieval outfit fit for a prince, a doctor's scrubs and lab coat, and a leather BDSM outfit that makes you blush when you think about wearing it. Are you going to a Halloween party? 

Well, the voice said to choose. You look in the mirror one more time and admire your new body, the huge biceps, the flat plane of your pecs, the muscular thighs every inch of the manly form you now inhabit. Then you turn back and choose an outfit.

 

If you select the business suit, (you can't yet click here.)

If you select the flannel and jeans, (you can't yet click here.)

If you select the swim shorts, (you can't yet click here.)

If you select the tuxedo, (you can't yet click here.)

If you select the gladiator outfit, (you can't yet click here.)

If you select the medieval prince outfit, (you can't yet click here.)

If you select the doctor outfit, (you can't yet click here.)

If you select the BDSM outfit, (you can't yet click here.)

[IsabellaRose]

4. SAM CHOOSE BUSINESS SUIT

You choose the business suit, and find that it's a complete outfit.

There are a black bra and panties, an old-fashioned garter belt and thigh high stockings. The pencil skirt hugs your hips and stops midway down your thighs. A white blouse buttons up under a black blazer that leaves your cleavage on immediate display, and the shoes are four inch black pumps. A thin choker necklace, dangling black earrings, and a matching bracelet complete the look. You put on the included librarian glasses and fix your hair up in a quick up do. Touching up your makeup, you purse your lips in the mirror. You are stunningly gorgeous. If Sam looked like this all the time, you'd probably trip over your tongue trying to talk to her. You wonder why you were made to dress up and choose one of these outfits, but you're confident you made the right choice. This outfit is all business, and it conveys a message to whoever you may meet that you are all business as well.

No sooner have you checked your look in the mirror, than the light seems to slowly fade. The rack of clothing disappears, the mirror fades, and all is darkness. You feel a slight breeze on your face. It slowly gets stronger, and your lose your sense of direction, suddenly feeling as though you've been turned about. Then your sense of equilibrium is thrown off and you feel as if you're about to fall. You try to spread your feet apart, to widen your stance for greater stability, but there is nothing on which to place your foot. You're falling, tumbling head over heels though darkness as a cold wind rushes up to meet you. You can see nothing, but you know death is imminent. You're about the hit bottom at any moment, surely you must be, unseen death is only seconds away...

Your body suddenly lurches to a stop, and you find yourself... 

 

Click here to continue.

[IsabellaRose]

5. SAM SUIT 1

You are staring into a mirror again, looking at your reflection in the harsh neon lights of a modern restroom. You have just finished touching up your makeup and fixing your hair, and you look radiant. In the mirror you can see behind you the metal doors of a half dozen stalls, and glancing down reveals a sink to either side of where you're standing, soap dispensers, paper towel dispensers, and gleamingly clean faucets reflecting the harsh light back at you.

The door to your left bursts open and a harried looking woman in a pink blouse and matching skirt rushes in. She is very pretty and her blonde hair is perfect. She sees you and smiles, walking directly toward you to stand beside you. Somehow you know her name is Jenny.

"Here you are," Jenny says. "Are you all ready for the big meeting?" She looks you up and down.

"Wow, if I looked like that, I'd be getting  promotion, too!" She blushes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to imply…" Jenny is blushing furiously now, and starts back tracking almost immediately.

"I know you've worked hard for this, but…" she looks down, then back up and you and quickly away again. "You know what they say. The only women he's made his personal assistant end up… well, six personal assistants in a row leaving with unspecified compensation packages and being forbidden from talking about what happened, I sense a pattern."

She looks up at you, eyes searching yours. "Are you sure you want to do this? I have a friend, Roger, who'd hire you in a heartbeat at his firm. I shared your resume."

Jenny seems like she knows she overstepped her boundaries, and quickly tries to cover herself. "I wanted you to have options. It's more money, a better title, and the benefits are fantastic. He said he'd hire you based solely on your resume. You're a shoe-in. Hell, if you're not interested, I might go for it."

She looks at the expensive watch on her wrist, then her eyes get wide. "It's almost time. Don't be late. You know he hates that. Unless you want to call Roger, then you'd have an excuse to be late."

She glances at her watch again. "It's time. What are you going to do?" She looks worried.

 

If you choose to go directly to your meeting with the boss, click here.

If you choose to call Roger before going to see your boss, (you can't yet) click here to continue.

If you choose to take your time, but don't call Roger, (you can't yet) click here to continue.

[IsabellaRose]

6. SAM CHOOSE BDSM

You choose the BDSM outfit, blushing slightly as you put it on, but also feeling a thrill of excitement. In this perfect body you can't resist going all out.

The entire thing is soft leather, and it feels luxurious against your skin. A body harness starts at your neck with a choker connected to a long long strip of leather that runs down between your breasts. Leather straps encircle your torso, one immediately above your breasts, the other immediately below them. Each strap is connected to the others by a heavy, metal ring. You realize that your breasts are bare in this outfit, your nipples exposed. Another circle of metal connects the strap crossing under your breasts to a smaller leather strap continuing downward. The straps form a diamond of bare skin around your belly button, circle around your body again above your hips, and one strap runs down between your legs. 

There are soft cuffs with big D rings for your wrists and ankles. The choker around your neck has a D ring where a leash could be affixed. The leather straps all up your back have more rings attached. Wearing this harness, you could be restrained many different ways. You turn to look at yourself in the mirror and a blush creeps over your face. You're far too exposed n this outfit. Anyone who sees you can see everything. You know that the only reason you chose it is because you really wanted to see Sam in this outfit, something so unlike anything she'd ever wear. But you can't take your eyes off the leather straps on the soft skin of your body, and the blush you felt turns to warmth in other parts of your body. What kinds of things would be done to a woman who looks like you do in an outfit like this? Is that you wanted to see Sam like this, or is it that you wanted to experience something that only an outfit like this could bring, something darker?

No sooner have you checked your look in the mirror, than the light seems to slowly fade. The rack of clothing disappears, the mirror fades, and all is darkness. You feel a slight breeze on your face. It slowly gets stronger, and your lose your sense of direction, suddenly feeling as though you've been turned about. Then your sense of equilibrium is thrown off and you feel as if you're about to fall. You try to spread your feet apart, to widen your stance for greater stability, but there is nothing on which to place your foot. You're falling, tumbling head over heels though darkness as a cold wind rushes up to meet you. You can see nothing, but you know death is imminent. You're about the hit bottom at any moment, surely you must be, unseen death is only seconds away...

Your body suddenly lurches to a stop, and you find yourself... 

 

(You can't yet) Click here to continue.

[IsabellaRose]

7. SAM CHOOSE SUNDRESS

You choose the sundress, a pretty, innocent looking dress in a yellow and white sunflower pattern. The top is low cut and exposes your ample cleavage with thin straps over your shoulders. It comes in tight to hug your waist, then flows out in a wispy swirl of fabric that twirls around your thighs when you turn. Under it you wear only a pair of white cotton panties, and a pair of strappy wedges complete the outfit.

You twirl about in the mirror and admire the flirty, cute look of the dress and the way it highlights your curves and puts your long, toned legs on display. You can see yourself on a picnic, or hanging out on the pier with friends, just relaxing and enjoying the summer weather without a care in the world.

No sooner have you checked your look in the mirror, than the light seems to slowly fade. The rack of clothing disappears, the mirror fades, and all is darkness. You feel a slight breeze on your face. It slowly gets stronger, and your lose your sense of direction, suddenly feeling as though you've been turned about. Then your sense of equilibrium is thrown off and you feel as if you're about to fall. You try to spread your feet apart, to widen your stance for greater stability, but there is nothing on which to place your foot. You're falling, tumbling head over heels though darkness as a cold wind rushes up to meet you. You can see nothing, but you know death is imminent. You're about the hit bottom at any moment, surely you must be, unseen death is only seconds away...

Your body suddenly lurches to a stop, and you find yourself... 

 

(You can't yet) Click here to continue.

[IsabellaRose]

8. SAM CHOOSE BIKINI

You choose the bikini, a bright red top and bottom pair that feels like it barely covers your private areas. The top hugs your ample breasts, and if possible makes them look even bigger. The bottoms are tight, cut high up over your hips, and so narrow in the back that they are nearly a thong.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you could be a swimsuit model. Your curves are near perfection, your skin tanned, body toned. You're the image of teenage boys fantasies of women in swimwear. It's both cliched, and empowering. You look amazing, and you know it.

No sooner have you checked your look in the mirror, than the light seems to slowly fade. The rack of clothing disappears, the mirror fades, and all is darkness. You feel a slight breeze on your face. It slowly gets stronger, and your lose your sense of direction, suddenly feeling as though you've been turned about. Then your sense of equilibrium is thrown off and you feel as if you're about to fall. You try to spread your feet apart, to widen your stance for greater stability, but there is nothing on which to place your foot. You're falling, tumbling head over heels though darkness as a cold wind rushes up to meet you. You can see nothing, but you know death is imminent. You're about the hit bottom at any moment, surely you must be, unseen death is only seconds away...

Your body suddenly lurches to a stop, and you find yourself... 

 

Click here to continue.

[IsabellaRose]

9. SAM SUIT 2

You enter your boss' ornately furnished office right on time. 

It's all glass and dark wood. Original paintings hang on the walls lit with their own spotlights, likely expensive, but you don't recognize the artists. Off to one side is a small meeting table with six chairs. The far wall is entirely glass and looks out over the tops of unfamiliar skyscrapers in a city you can't identify. In front of you is a large, mahogany desk. On the desk is an expensive looking desk pad with side rails, ornate double pen holder with two sleek fountain pens, and small statuette of a curvy, naked female curled around a pile of books. A laptop sits off to one side, open but facing away from you.

At the desk sits an incredibly handsome man in an expensive suit with an equally expensive haircut. His eyes are hard, and the slight smile on his face conveys an air of superiority. This is Colton Hardwick, your boss, an impossibly wealthy man whose personal fortune ranks him among the richest, most elite men in the country. He looks up as you enter the office.

"Ah, right on time," he says, then stands and gestures toward one of the two plushly upholstered leather chairs. "Please, have a seat."

You feel his eyes upon you as you walk to the chair, your heels clicking on the marble floor. You sit and cross your legs, smoothing your skirt over your thighs and look up at him. You catch his eyes on your thighs before they snap back up to meet yours and you see a hungry look in his gaze.

"I'm sure you know what this is about," he says. "A position has recently been vacated."

You have heard the story. You know that his personal assistant suddenly didn't show up to work one day, then you heard that she had terminated her employment with the company. Rumors abound as to why. Some say that she threw herself at him and he fired her, others that she refused his advances and was fired. The most popular rumor is that they had been sleeping together but his wife found out and forced him to fire her. Your favorite is that Colton invited her to his sex dungeon and things got out of hand.

"I would like you to fill that position," he said. "You embody all the qualities I look for in a personal assistant."

"You excel at time management, and your organizational skills are fantastic." He begins counting off your qualities on his fingers, and for the briefest moment, you imagine his fingers moving over your body, sliding under the hem of your skirt,  but you dispel the image and continue listening.

"Your attention to detail is astounding, and you have unrivaled communication skills," he says, and glances at your lips. You get the feeling he wants them for more than just your communication skills, and an image flashes into your mind of your lips wrapped around his cock as you stare up along his naked torso and into his dark eyes. Why are you imagining these things? You lean forward and shift in your seat, and as you look back at Colton, you catch a smirk disappear from his face, as if something amused him, but he continues without pausing.

"You are a natural when it comes to interpersonal skills and working with people at all levels," he says, then adds, "and you're an excellent multi-tasker," as another image enters your mind. You are straddling a dark-skinned man, riding his massive cock while another slides slowly into your ass from behind. Three more men surround you, and your hold a penis in each hand while another enters your mouth. Beyond these men you see Colton, sitting fully clothed, swirling liquor in a snifter as he watches you being gangbanged.

You let out a little gasp, then cover it with a polite cough into your fist as you gather yourself, and Colton stops speaking.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, and comes around the desk to lean at the far corner. Closer now, you smell his cologne, something masculine and overpriced.

"No, thank you," you say, and manage to keep your voice steady. "Please continue. It's not every day your boss tells you how amazing you are. I'd at least like the hear the end of the speech."

He smiles as he says, "Your adaptability is probably your strongest asset. Nothing can shake you. Nothing stops you. You find a way to get anything done, regardless of the obstacles before you."

You look up at him leaning casually against the desk, his pose that of a male model displaying his perfectly tailored suit.

"So what do you say?" He looks at you expectantly. "Salary and benefits are already quite generous, but if you need more, just say the word. I want you with me. No one else is your equal, and I can't imagine making my plans reality without you involved."

It sounds amazing, but you remember the rumors about his past assistants, all very qualified, but also all gorgeous women. They all left for various reasons, and none were allowed to speak to anyone about the circumstances their departure. Perhaps you should ask about them?

Then there's the question of the images that popped into your mind, and the little smile on his face, as if he knew or somehow influenced your mind. You wouldn't dare ask about those images, would you? Perhaps you should ask for some time to think about things.

But the offer is amazing. The salary is outrageous, the benefits unreal, and the amount of travel you would enjoy on the job would have you seeing everything, everywhere. What should you do?

 

 

If you accept his generous offer without question, (you can't yet) click here.

If you ask for time to think about it, (you can't yet) click here.

If you choose to ask him about why his previous assistants left, (you can't yet) click here.

If you choose to ask him about his smile and hint at the things you imagined, (you can't yet) click here.

 

[IsabellaRose]

10. SAM CHOOSE GOWN

You choose the formal gown, and find that it is perfectly tailored to hug your curves. It is a midnight blue with an outer layer of black, all-over lace embroidery with sequins and ribbon work. It shimmers in the light as if silver had been sewn into the silken fabric, which feels luscious against you skin. The neckline is cut straight across with a v-notch that drops down between your breasts, displaying a modest amount of cleavage, and you wear the cap sleeves off the shoulder. The bodice hugs your breasts, and the gown comes in at the waist. The long skirt hangs straight to the floor giving you a mermaid silhouette.

You put on the ribbon choker and buckle the strappy, high-heeled sandals onto your feet. There is a small black clutch that holds makeup, and you touch yours up in the mirror. With your hair in an elaborate up-do, you look stunning. You're ready for a ball, or gala, or... what is this dress for? 

No sooner have you checked your look in the mirror, than the light seems to slowly fade. The rack of clothing disappears, the mirror fades, and all is darkness. You feel a slight breeze on your face. It slowly gets stronger, and your lose your sense of direction, suddenly feeling as though you've been turned about. Then your sense of equilibrium is thrown off and you feel as if you're about to fall. You try to spread your feet apart, to widen your stance for greater stability, but there is nothing on which to place your foot. You're falling, tumbling head over heels though darkness as a cold wind rushes up to meet you. You can see nothing, but you know death is imminent. You're about the hit bottom at any moment, surely you must be, unseen death is only seconds away...

Your body suddenly lurches to a stop, and you find yourself... 

 

(You can't yet) Click here to continue.

[Gangsta Moll Deactivated]

The bikini is ridiculously skimpy - almost pornographic - but I think I might as well try it, for fun. And ...

Oh shit! The options disappear - I've only gone and chosen it. Then I'm falling...

[IsabellaRose]

11. SAM BIKINI 1

You are lying on a lounge chair on a beach watching the most colorful sunset you've ever seen. The air is warm and the slightest breeze ruffles your hair, but your attention is on the sunet. The scant clouds over the horizon are lit in stunning bands of red, orange, and gold, the colors fading to a rich blue as your eye travels upward. It is beautiful, and you remain reclined, enjoying true relaxation. 

"Miss!" A voice calls to you from behind. "Hey, Miss!"

You turn your head slowly, far too relaxed to rush, and see a young man in khaki shorts and a white polo shirt waving to you as he approaches.

"Miss," he says when he gets closer, out of breath. "I have to get you back to the ship. No unescorted guests allowed on the island after dark."

You smile confidently. "I'm sure I'll be fine."

He looks uncomfortable. "Sorry, Miss. It's my job to get everyone back. If you could just head back up to the van." He gestures toward the area at the edge of the beach where the limo buses are pulling up. 

You know he won't leave until you agree so you nod and tell him, "On my way."

You pickup the triangular sheer sarong from the chair beside you and wrap it around your waist. It barely covers your ass on one side and angles down your thigh on the other side. You pickup your wedge sandals and let them dangle from the fingers of one hand.

"Thanks!" he says. "I have to go corral this group before they miss the last bus." He runs off down the beach toward a group of people you assume must also be from the ship.

Looking up toward the limo bus, you can't decide if you should head back or be a rebel and stay out. As you try to make up your mind, a tall, deeply tanned young man approaches from down near the surf.

"Pretty lady," he says with a wide smile. "Want to party?"

You don't feel threatened by him, although his approach makes you think of street peddlers in the city trying to sell stolen goods. For some reason, you pause as he draws nearer. You can smell the sea on him, and his hair hangs in loose, damp curls around his face. He is quite handsome, and his youthful body is lean and long. He smiles, his face showing no hint of guile or trickery.

"You party?" He asks in broken English. "Smoke? Co-ca-een?" His pronunciation of cocaine is strange, but you understand. "Or you want real fun? Secret party?"

You're not sure if you should take this stranger up on his offer. With his first two options being illegal, the third is surely equally illicit. But you're also not sure if you want to go back to the polished finery of the ship.

You see a group of people you recognize from the cruise heading toward the limo bus, and you know the steward will be back to collect you soon. You have to decide quickly.

If you choose to return to the ship, (you can't yet) click here.
If you choose to accept the offer of drugs, (you can't yet) click here.
If you want to see what this "secret party" is all about, click here.

[Gangsta Moll Deactivated]

It's annoying   an overabundance of caution, the ship is boring anyway, and the island feels .. special  ... but I promise to return, and grudgingly begin to do so.

The man is attractive in a threatening sort of way - an aura of ... not quite danger, but certainly  .. risk ..about him.

"Party?" I ask, nodding my head.

[IsabellaRose]

12 SAM SECRET PARTY 1

You can't help but be intrigued by the sound of a secret party. Who could say no to that. You smile at the young man and he smiles back expectantly.

"Tell me about this secret party of yours," you say, trying to affect an air of calm sophistication.

"Not my party," he says. "Wilky's party," as if that explains everything. He smiles again. "Good party."

"Where is this party?" you ask, ready to go before the steward returns.

"This way," he says and turns to walk back up the beach away from the parking lot, away from the lights, into the darkness near the surf.

You feel a flutter of trepidation in your stomach and hesitate. Women disappear in less shady situations every day. Should you continue? Where will he take you? Who would know where you went? 

"Wait!" You pull your phone from the hidden pocket in your sarong and smile at him. "Can we get a selfie together?"

He slows, turns, stops. "No time," he says. "Pictures later, in car."

You feel even more uncertainty, but he turns and keeps going. "Go now, or no go," he calls over his shoulder.

You wait. This is a bad idea. This is a stupid, bad, dangerous idea. You look back over your shoulder and see the last few people getting onto the limo bus. You turn to see the tanned young man walking away down the beach. Which way should you go?

 

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[IsabellaRose]

13 SAM BIKINI 2

It's too dangerous. You have no idea who this man is or where he's taking you, and the fact  that he won't even stop for a minute so you can snap a picture is suspicious. You could have at least posted it so if you disappeared people would know who to find.

You can't justify the risk, no matter what kind of party might be waiting where ever this guy is taking you. Probably straight to some white slavery ring.

You turn and hurry back up the beach toward the chair you had been in, toward the limo bus and the safety of the crowds of tourists.

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[IsabellaRose]

14 SAM SECRET PARTY 2

You're being silly. He's just a guy, it's just a party. You're here to stop letting fear rule your life. You're alone, on vacation, a single woman, out to have fun and enjoy yourself. You're here to take risks, do the crazy things you never do, cut loose. Who gets invited to a secret party on a tropical island with complete strangers?

You hurry after the tanned young man, down along the row of palm trees and tropical ferns that conceals the fence separating the tourist beach from the rest of the island and to the waters edge. You follow him around the end of the fence, and back up along the row of trees and ferns. At the top of the beach is a small parking area, and waiting there is a sleek black car.

It's a old fashioned limousine, possibly from the sixties of seventies, but it is in immaculate condition. It practically glistens in the last rays of the setting sun, starbursts of light reflecting off the chrome from the street lights beyond. 

The young man you followed walks directly to the car and opens the door. He turns to look at you and smiles, making a gesture for you to get in the car.

"Party," he says, all smiles.

You've already come this far, no point in stopping now. You lower your head to peer inside.

The interior isn't quite full. A muscular black man in a white suit sits in the middle of the bench seat across the back. On either side of him sits a beautiful young woman. One is a blonde in a white bikini top and short skirt, hair twisted into an up-do, a champagne flute in one hand. The other is a dark-haired, dark-skinned beauty wearing an orange halter top and matching wrap, also holding a champagne flute.

They shout various welcomes as you peek in, and hands reach out to help you into the car. You step in, sliding down the seat on the closer side. You sit beside a dreadlocked man wearing a loose shirt unbuttoned to his navel and too many gold chains. Across from you is a tanned man of indeterminate ethnic origin in a tight black t-shirt that hugs his huge pectorals and massive biceps. Beside him is a gorgeous woman with caramel colored skin and almond eyes wearing a crocheted dress over a bikini.

"Welcome," says the man in the white suit as his blonde companion hands you a champagne flute. "I am Wilky."

"Samantha," you say by way of introduction.

"Samantha, are you ready to party?" he asks, looking very serious, and silence falls over the other in the car.

Initially you almost say 'I guess so', but instead you decide to go all in, full on excitement. "Hell yeah!" you say too loudly.

Everyone cheers, champagne flutes clink, arms and legs and bodies move together, and the young man who led you here slides in beside you, sandwiching you between him and the dreadlocked man. 

"Let's go!" says Wilky, and the limo pulls out as the blonde girl pulls the door closed.

 

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[IsabellaRose]

14 SAM SECRET PARTY 3

The limo ride is filled with loud music, champagne, and shouted conversation. The sunroof is open, and the streetlights eventually give way to darkness through which you can clearly see the stars overhead.

You learn that Wilky's blonde companion is named Tess, and the young man who guided you here is Junior. The man beside you with dreadlocks is Anto. 

Anto keeps your champagne glass full, pouring from a bottle kept on ice beside him. His dreadlocks hang to his jawline and frame is face nicely. He is quite handsome, and asks you about yourself. Are you with the tour boat? Is this your firs time on the island? How are you liking it?

You find yourself relaxing with the very welcoming group, and the champagne flows. You have no idea how many you've had as your glass is never empty, but you're feeling socially lubricated by the time the limo pulls to a stop. Both doors open and people start piling out. Junior slides out in front of you, then you step out into a scene from a movie.

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I'm not stupid, I know not to take risks: but I take them anyway: one doesn't undertake a cruise adventure alone to be dull and routine.

The girls are stunning,  and I feel most awfully out of place until I realise that I am Sam, and Sam is stunning too.

I feel ... free .. liberated .. perhaps too free, certainly too loud: but they are fun, funny, friendly,  and for once I feel I fit in, and relax, and just let go.

As I step out of the limo my eyes widen at the scene...

[IsabellaRose]

16. SAM CHOOSE MAID

You giggle to yourself as you slip into French maid outfit. The tiny white panties are barely there, the thigh high stockings are sheer and white. The dress is a frilly mess of black satin and white lace. The hem is dangerously high, the apron so small it's functionally useless, and the top cropped so low you're surprised that your breasts don't just pop out of it. There is a narrow lace choker, a garter, and the tiny hat that proclaims that you are indeed, a maid.

Checking yourself out in the mirror, you feel at once silly and sexy. This outfit is clearly not designed for any purpose other than the titillation of whoever gazes upon you. As you turn this way and that, watching the short skirt dance around your thighs, revealing more as you spin. It's definitely sexy. You lean forward, arching your back, pressing your breasts out one way and your posterior out the other. Good lord, you look like you're just waiting for someone to come up from behind you and... 

You shake off that image. You chose an outfit. Now what?

No sooner have you checked your look in the mirror, than the light seems to slowly fade. The rack of clothing disappears, the mirror fades, and all is darkness. You feel a slight breeze on your face. It slowly gets stronger, and your lose your sense of direction, suddenly feeling as though you've been turned about. Then your sense of equilibrium is thrown off and you feel as if you're about to fall. You try to spread your feet apart, to widen your stance for greater stability, but there is nothing on which to place your foot. You're falling, tumbling head over heels though darkness as a cold wind rushes up to meet you. You can see nothing, but you know death is imminent. You're about the hit bottom at any moment, surely you must be, unseen death is only seconds away...

Your body suddenly lurches to a stop, and you find yourself... 

 

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