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An attractive female executive’s company vacation turns into a nightmare as she pays the price for her indiscretions. Guided by the e-mails of her computer, she’s forced into the realm of BDSM activities or be exposed and humiliated, to lose everything.

CHAPTER ONE

It’s the final night wrapping up her long anticipated vacation awarded to her by her company for her outstanding accomplishments, her announced upcoming promotion to vice-president in charge of the entire eastern seaboard. Stepping on, climbing over fellow employees, even friends, she’s well on track to becoming president, even one day CEO of the entire corporation, even if becoming ruthlessly cut-throat cost her every friend and relationship she’s ever had.

Tonight she finds herself with an attractive local she’d become friendlier then she should have with, a guide used for a couple of side excursions during the ten day vacation involving more then a little flirtation on both sides, even a not so discreet few moments of an alcoholic induced moonlight fling that could have devastating consequences for her back at home if found out. Separating from her company acquaintances also along on their awarded trips, letting them finish up their prearranged package tour’s wrap-up party without her, she’s already packed up, ready to leave the hotel the next evening after deciding to dance, party away the final night at a private club he’s bragged about to her, a club well off the beaten path that’s mostly frequented by a select few of the well to do locals.

In the back of her mind she hopes that during their final fun filled night on the island she can let him know the serious ramifications she faces if their earlier questionable conduct was miscued by any of the squeaky clean board members of her company. Self assured, even cocky, she’s sure she can handle the manner with her charm, her female sensuality with the guide; after all, he’s only an islander.

Deep into the evening, in the rear of the club’s private courtyard, the limbo’s in full swing as the couple dozen patrons still partying join in. Having explained her situation to the escort earlier, assured everything’s quite okay with no hard feelings, appreciative she relaxes, feels almost obligated to enjoy their friendship for the final evening on the island. In the swing of the festivities she awaits her turn, steps between the obviously native islanders on either side of the posts. Leaning not so lithely forward on her knees below the limbo stick as the music blares, the repercussions exuberating to the local crowd quickly surrounding the slightly raised platform to watch the carefree American, she finds herself flowing, bending back to the beat of the bongos.

Tanned, her firm breasts sway almost freely beneath the semi-transparent material of her fashionable but skimpy island halter top, low cut French bra. Carefree from a hefty amount of the laced alcoholic concoctions her new friend’s been regularly feeding her from the bar, uninhibitedly raising her arms, back arching as the round stick brushes across her stomach she finds her wrists, arms gently but firmly gripped from either side as she stumbles back. Feeling her swaying hair gripped and twisted back, facing upwards and mostly being led by the hands manipulating her, she finds herself continuing to sway, to move to the music with the rest of the circling crowd closing in.

Feeling almost sublime, uninhibited, she continues gyrating, her glistening body flush, hot in the heat of the tropical night as the equally perspiring flesh, scent of the limbo men surrounding her melds with hers, their body’s swaying even closer together to the beat. The music seeming to pick up, the beat bolder, harsher, her heated shimmering body’s forced to move quicker between theirs, twisting, almost lifted as hands, more hands seem to guide her, push and twist her around as her shoulders arch back as she feels her hands almost restrictively bowed behind her back. Head tilted back, her hair still tightly twisted by a guiding fist; her eyes are barely able to focus as she feels herself rotated around on her knees. Back arching, her torso thrusting upward with her full firm breasts straining, a nipple peeks outward from