I’m sure you’re familiar with this scene now as it’s a bit overplayed, especially in movies and such… yet, if that’s how my story began, I have no choice but to make a reference to it to get things on the way. I hope you’re sitting comfortably because this may not go the way you expect it to.

Imagine a beautiful blonde woman sitting on a towel beach, wearing a leopard print swimsuit and holding a green vial of sun tan lotion in her slender hands. Now, picture a random guy that happens to be walking by her without paying much attention when, suddenly, she raises her sunglasses to look at him and asks with an irresistible smile on her face if he “would be kind enough to rub her back.”

In case you’re wondering, no I wasn’t that guy, but I did see it all taking place from the back of the counter of my rustic, little bar, and I remember thinking to myself: “Lucky bastard! What I wouldn’t give to be in your place right now!”

Let it be clear that I love women. I really do. As part of my genetic makeup, I can’t help but be attracted to the sight of a gorgeous feminine body and hers was just about everything I could hope for. Her breasts were juicy and ripe and there were so many explosive curves going on in that tight ass that it was like a nuclear accident waiting to happen. Although I had a great vantage point, his was even better and as I observed the way he so delicately caressed her shoulders and back with the creamy ointment, I imagined myself doing the same hoping I would get to know her better shortly after, but that wasn’t to be. Not at the time, at least.

A couple of minutes later, the guy left her idly sunbathing and walked straight into my bar.

“Can I have two fresh beers, please?” he asked, feeling quite ecstatic and content about himself.

“One for you and the other for the lady, I take it…” I couldn’t help saying. I promise no hint of jealousy was discernible in my voice (okay, maybe a little), which is why I immediately felt the need to add. “Sorry, don’t mean to be nosy or anything, but it was impossible not to see what happened.”

“That’s okay, and you’re right,” he replied as I took care of his order. “I hope I get lucky.”

“Here’s to that, my friend,” I retorted, wearing a mask of fake sympathy when deep inside, all I wanted was to see him crash and burn so I could get my shot.

That didn’t happen for when he returned to her, they sat together chatting joyfully and laughing. She touched his hand on more than one occasion and he did the same thing, clearly showing that there was some chemistry between them and that it was best for me to simply forget the whole deal. I was actually relieved when they left the beach together because it allowed me to regroup my thoughts and focus on my work. When the clientele began to rush in, she was already nothing more than a fleeting memory. Or so I thought.

The following afternoon, and much to my astonishment, I saw her again, this time standing right across the wooden counter. Though she was wearing a light summer dress instead of a purple bikini and her luscious golden hair was wrapped in a ponytail, there was no doubt it was her. There was only one other person at the bar at the moment but he was so engrossed in his phone that he had forgotten to order. Calmly ignoring him as anyone else would have, I dashed to greet the newcomer with a heartwarming smile.

“Good afternoon. What can I get you?” I asked.

“A Cuba Libre, please.”

“Certainly. Coming right up!”

“Thank you,” she said, placing her delicate arms on the counter. It was only then I got a perfect view of everything she had to offer, so allow me to give you the best description I can.

She was tall, significantly taller than me. Standing at six feet five without heels, she was a modern Amazon with dark green eyes, a regal nose, upturned lips, and almost perfectly symmetrical cheeks. Her ears were rosy and small, decorated with a pair of spiraling silver earrings. Three bracelets of the same color and material adorned her left wrist while the right exhibited an incredibly expensive watch. Age-wise, she didn’t look a year older than twenty-five.

After I finished preparing her drink, I placed it on the counter and said,

“There you go. Enjoy.”

“Oh, I will,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “You know, this may sound strange, but yesterday I’m pretty sure I caught glimpses of you looking my way with a certain... interest. Am I right or am I right?”

Yeah, her approach came totally out of the blue, and, for a while, I stood passively holding a bottle of rum in my hands while thinking of a proper response. Eventually, I chose to be as direct as her and see how my fortune fared.

“If you’re pretty sure, it’s because happened. You’re quite an attractive woman if you don’t mind me saying so, and you had me intrigued from the first moment.”

“I don’t mind at all,” she smiled, tapping the outer rim of the cold glass. “Are you intrigued now as well?”

“Very much so.”

“That’s good. My name’s Ashley. What’s yours?”

“I’m Ian, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ashley.”

“Likewise. Have you been working here for long, Ian?”

“Almost five years.”

“Oh wow, I’m sure you have plenty of interesting stories to tell.”

“A few, yes. You get to see and hear a lot of things when you’re on this side of the counter.”

“I can imagine. Do you like what you do?”

“More than words can say. It was always a dream of mine to have a little bar by the sea and it only cost me a steady job, a not-so-steady marriage, and a massive loan to make it come true, but it was worth it.”

“Oh?” she seductively bit her lower lip. “So you’re not just a pretty face but a real businessman. I like that,” she sipped her drink.

“Good to hear. Are you new in town, Ashley?”

“You could say that. I used to spend Summers here with my parents as a child but things changed a lot since then. I barely recognized the place when I arrived.”

“Yeah, the area went through a lot of transformations to attract tourists, but it’s nothing I can complain about.”

“The business is good then, I take it.”

“Some days are better than others like everything in life, but yeah. I’m particularly enjoying this one so far.”

“Aren’t you the flatterer? Say, Ian, I’m heading out to the beach in a moment and since I’m sure you’re at liberty to run your own schedule, why don’t you lock the bar for a few minutes to help me with my tan?”

“Yesterday’s company didn’t turn out great?” I asked, surprising even myself with the boldness.

“Oh, he was sweet, but you’re much more handsome,” she flirted. “So, what do you say?”

Okay, put yourself in my shoes for a moment. If this were happening to you, what would you do? You would say yes, right? You would say yes without thinking twice for it’s not like such opportunities come every day. I took advantage of the slow afternoon and ended up following her across the warm sand to a cozy little spot from which I could see both my property and the inviting waves washing over the shoreline. Ashley took off her dress, revealing a skimpy see-through bikini that really left nothing to the imagination, and asked,

“Do you like what you see?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

“Not in a million years,” she handed me a small bottle of lotion whose label had been peeled off. “You know what to do with this, don’t you?”

Yes, yes, thousand times yes! Her gentle purr on my ears was a tantalizing tease no one in their right frame of mind would dare resist and so I enjoyed every inch of her sculpted body in a slow, sensual way. The more my fingers slid across her dangerous hips and thighs the less I wanted the experience to be over. 

“Hmmm, you can go a little harder if you want, Ian. Show me how naughty your hands can be...” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“Why stop now, sweetie? Go on, you have my permission to be dirty.”

It was all I wanted to hear. I poured another dose of lotion in my hands and groped her ass cheeks as if they were the most precious thing in the Universe which, at that moment, wasn’t that far from the truth. She then rolled toward me and stuck my wet fingers between her cleavage.

“You forgot this spot,” she said.

“I did?”

“Yes, but I’m sure that won’t happen again. How about we continue this in my hotel?” she asked, suddenly producing an extra key to her bedroom from the most improbable places imaginable. It smelled of fresh pussy and I was delighted.

“I would love but I need to end my shift for the day. Money doesn’t grow on trees, Ashley.”

“For some, it does, but I understand. “She slid the key inside my pants. “Keep it and meet me after you’re done for the day. okay?”

“Count on it.”

And so it came to be that time really flew by that afternoon, as I kept picturing my tempting blonde Goddess in sexy lingerie (or wearing nothing at all…) The sweet smell of her lotion was still in my hands, permeating every pore with a hint of unmistakable allure. Luck had finally smiled down on me!

Around 9 p.m., I closed the place because I couldn’t wait any longer to go see her. I ran back home, took a cold shower, put on some nice clothes, and drove back to her hotel. To say I was on cloud nine when I entered the lobby would be an understatement. My ego had skyrocketed all the way to the stratosphere.

She was staying in a luxurious suite on the top floor and the opulence all around gave me chills. She was obviously loaded, which was simultaneously a good and a bad thing. Good, because it was highly unlikely she was only interested in me for my money, and bad because her expensive tastes meant she was high maintenance through and through. 

“Ashley?” I called.

“Over here, dear.” came the sound of her voice from behind a set of French doors. I ran to them and opened them far and wide only to receive the greatest shock of my life.

Ashley was wearing a gothic-style black leather corset with matching long gloves and sexy ankle strap platform high-heel shoes. Next to her, sat an equally attractive redhead wearing a similar outfit, but in shades of dark green. The most disturbing part was that her gorgeous-looking ass was pressed against the top of a metal cage and that the small confinement space was occupied by another man. It was the same guy I had seen her flirt with the day before. He wasn’t smiling anymore but humbly prostrated in utmost submission.

“What the hell is this?” I remember blurting.

“Actually, it’s more like Paradise,” Ashley grinned and her enigmatic friend did the same. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

“I don’t think so. I’m not really into kinky stuff,” I retorted, all my dreams shattered.

“Aww, he still thinks he has a choice,” the other woman smirked. “You didn’t tell him?”

“Not yet, but this is as good a moment as any other.” Ashley pushed the heel of her left boot inside the cage. 

“Tell me what?” I asked, unexpected pearls of sweat running down my forehead.

Ashley reached for something small to her right and tossed it at me. “Do you remember this, lover boy?”

Of course, I did. It was the same bottle of lotion whose overwhelming scent was still all over me. As I touched it again, a wave of dizziness made my arms and legs tremble like jelly.

“What is this?”

“The secret of our success,” Ashley grinned. “Inside that vial of cream is a special concoction especially designed to render certain parts of the male human brain inoperable, such as the one responsible for freedom of will and the ability to decide things on your own. My good friend Phoebe here was the one that invented the formula and came all the way from Scotland to share it with me. It takes a few hours to be fully absorbed by the bloodstream and start wreaking havoc inside one’s mind, but I’m suspecting you’re already feeling the effects right now. I bet you couldn’t stop thinking about me during the whole afternoon.”

“That’s not true… I… I…”

“Feeling a little dizzy?” asked the one she had called Phoebe. “And weak in our presence exactly the way you’re supposed to be?”

As much as I wanted to say otherwise, I knew that wasn’t true. My world started spinning faster than an out-of-control Ferris wheel, and a web of extreme devotion wrapped around my thoughts. I stumbled back to the entrance of the suite and yet it was already too late for me.

“Don’t fight it, Ian,” Ashley declared. “Let the drugs take over and I promise your life will never be the same. Join us.”

I tried to mumble something in reply but was like my voice had been stolen from me. I can’t remember how long it took me to give in and kneel at their feet, but it finally happened and the fun they were seeking was eagerly provided.

For over a week, I served them mindlessly, alongside the other man whose name I came to know was Charles. Unable to fight the influence of the chemical substances messing with my central nervous system, I was nothing more than a human puppet, happy that my strings were being pulled by suck skillful hands. I did things I never dreamed possible, things I rather not divulge though I’m pretty sure you can guess what they were if you think hard enough about the principles of domination and subservience.

And when that period ended, we were released from our forced enslavement and returned to the real world. Ashley and Phoebe checked out of the hotel and they were never seen in town again.

Charles drops by the bar now and then and we share drinks together, although we hardly speak with each other at all. Our silent complicity works just fine, for I know that deep inside, we have a lingering feeling of loss we don’t want to admit out loud.

Maybe one day our Goddesses will return, not just looking for ephemeral pleasures, but to claim our lives for real. Until that happens, I’ve decided never to look down at the beach again, afraid that seeing a familiar event might trigger a relentless descent into the dark pits of depression. The yearning to surrender once more only grows deeper with each passing day. Will this thirst ever be fully quenched? I can only hope so, clinging on to phantom whiffs and the promises of everlasting, blissful joy within.