Page 1 of Drill Session

CHAPTER1

Lover’s Island

February 8th

The bass throbbed through the cherry-red marble, a physical sensation I felt as my white and red almond, heart decorated chrome, French tip nails tapped a counterpoint rhythm against the smooth, cool surface. The bartender's gaze locked with mine; the clinking of glasses and murmur of conversations faded as I beckoned her over for another tart lemon drop. I don’t like hard drinks, and for a night like tonight, I don’t need them. Here I am, on Lover’s Island, far from home, and I absolutely refuse to get drunk enough to accept a ride from any of these strangers. Sipping on these lemon drops gave me a slight buzz, but I’m still aware of my surroundings. The people here were cool, it was a mixture of all races, none like I’m used to, but I made slight conversation with whoever spoke with me, keeping it short and friendly. I tried my best to blend into the atmosphere and not stick out like a sore thumb by mingling with people who mingled with me, but the more I called myself becoming laid back, somebody clocked me. The bartender was the first person to do it.

“This one is covered,” she smiled at me with a flirtatious wink. Removing the damp napkin, she replaced it with a dry one before placing my drink on top.

Lighting nodding my head, I spoke, “Oh no, I can cover it. That’s okay.”

She nodded her head over to the pretty light skin girl opposite of the bar. Her eyes zeroed in on me as her lids remained low, giving me a lust filled stare. “She wants to pay for your first one, too. You should let her,” the bartender suggested.

Taking a sip of the tart drink, I licked my gloss coated lips and held it up as I mouthed, “thank you.”

Just my luck, she got off the barstool and made her way over to me. Our eyes remained stuck on each other, not even a blink darted them away. When she reached me, her hands ran down my exposed back, and I shivered at her cool touch. Bringing her face into view, under the strobe lights, she was pretty as hell. Her skin was rich, the color of butterscotch, and her eyes were hazel. Her ash blonde and brown tresses were curly and flowed down her back. She looked so exotic and if I were into girls, I’d fall into her trap, but this wasn’t that and that wasn’t this. Her shot was slick though but not slick enough for me to fall for it.

“Hey,” she smiled, showcasing a set of pretty, porcelain white teeth. Sticking her hand out for me to shake it, I didn’t oblige. Her hands were smooth, like warm butter and she smelled like a mixture of caramel and vanilla. “I’m Saira,” she greeted.

Smiling back, I parted my lips to speak. “I’m Akira.”

She nodded in approval. “I knew you were sexy as fuck up close. I spotted you the second you walked in here. How fucking dare you come in here alone, by yourself. You’re pretty enough to be put on a shelf baby.”

My eyes squinted at her flirtatious banter, and my clit had the nerve to thump through my black skinny jeans that were skintight on me. When she let go of my hand, I noticed the faint tan line on her ring finger. It wasn’t a shock that she was married and flirting with me. Jalisa gave me the heads up about this island and how people come here to be themselves away from the real world before we arrived. To normality it can be outlandish, but the curator of Lover’s Island came up with the concept of letting go and being free here, so that’s what most people are here for. This was a no judgment zone, but the mere fact alone I had to sign an NDA when I booked the room here told me everything I needed to know. This place is a Pandora's Box for those who embrace their unique selves, a haven where desires and fantasies can be explored without judgment or scorn. Like Saira, she was probably here escaping from a very boring sex life or an overbearing husband who didn’t allow her to let her hair down.

“I’m single,” I told her, inviting her in my business. “You’re married.” I spoke and she nodded her head, smiling at the sight of her empty wedding finger.

“I am,” she muttered in a husky tone. “What brings you to Lover’s Island though, I can smell the rookie on you. You’re a good girl, you seem like. I’d love to turn you out.”

My eyes bucked open. Chuckling nervously, I darted my eyes over at the bartender and she wasn’t too far from ear sight with a smirk on her face as she tended to other customers, but keeping her eyes on me every so often, hawking us.

I took a deep breath and reflected on what Jalisa told me before I left to get on the plane. “Whatever happens happens.You don’t have to tell a soul best friend and if you do decide to tell me, you need to know that I won’t judge you. Go there and get your pussy fucked and sucked on, ain’t that what it’s made for?”

Jalisa’s voice marinated in back of my head as I blushed at Saira’s comment. It was cute, but not enough to lure me in. Maybe if I was drunk… just maybe. Clearing my throat, hoping to clear away any signs of nervousness, I uttered, “My friend told me about this place.”

Swiping her slender finger under my chin, I shivered at her touch again and hoped she didn’t notice. Not a second later, after that, she leaned over, her supple breasts touching mine and whispered, “I’d love to taste you, I bet I can make you cum just by sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. Akira, is your pussy as pretty as you? I bet you have a pretty pink ass hole too. I’d love to tongue fuck you in the ass and strum my thumb over your clit at the same time.”

I squirmed in my seat, biting on my lip. Even her breath smelled sweet. The urge was tempting, but Drill, my big dick demon, would kill me. Drawing back, our faces met again and her chinky hazel shaped eyes lingered into mine, trying to read my expression. I was bothered and she was making me hot and flustered. I shouldn’t be feeling like this about a stranger. Nothing about a woman eating on my pussy struck my curiosity because nothing about the opposite sex appeases me. I leave it at lesbian porn, but that’s the only way. Guilty as fucking charged. Charge it to my pussy and not my heart though.

“Um,” I murmured, not knowing what else to say. This was all too much to process. It was heavy and way too much to consume.

The surroundings of this lively place held its name to strength. People were dancing and grinding on one another in a whole other world because Lover’s Island allowed this. They had a no phone policy, halting curious lurkers. It wasn’t searchable on Google, only through word of mouth and the strict V.I.P put in place made it hard for anybody to enter upon arrival. Unbeknownst to me, Jalisa and Lucky had a membership, allowing extra guests to enter at their request. Still, that didn’t seclude the strict policy. Put in place was rapid STD testing and if your results showcased anything else, you couldn’t enter Lover’s Island, and you were banned.

“Do I make you nervous?” She boasted. “Nervousness is a good thing. It makes the orgasm so much better.”

Still speechless, my mouth turned to cotton. I took a sip of my drink and nodded my head. She read me like an open book. Jalisa mentioned everything but how brave these people here can be. Coming in blindsided I don’t know why I expected anything different. Nonetheless, this wasn’t the plan, and Drill would kill me for letting another human being after him taste my pussy or at least experiencing the sensation.

CHAPTER2

Martavious “Drill” Washington

Taking my shot of Patron to the head, I lowered my lids at Akira’s fine ass at the bar. I’d been staring at her pretty ass all fucking night. Every time she moved, batted her eye lashes and observed the club, my dick twitched in my Amiri boxer briefs. Her fine ass knew she was teasing a nigga on purpose, because the second we locked eyes, I knew I wanted to be raw deep inside her pussy, deep stroking it, marking my territory.

“You gotta role play, that’s how Jalisa and I keep shit spontaneous.”

Lucky’s voice marinated in the back of my head. Since we linked up, after finding out he was cool with my pig ass probation officer Swanky, I had my guard up for a while because in my eyes, all pigs roll around in the same shit, so I couldn’t be too buddy buddy around that nigga. It took hitting a blunt with him, chopping it up and kicking with him off the clock to see that he was a laid-back pig instead of a sloppy one without his badge. When he and Jalisa presented the idea of Akira and I going to this place called Lover’s Island, I declined it. Of course, for obvious reasons, in spite of it being hard for a nigga to travel on papers they gave me some leeway though, an oath to a no smoking policy and a rapid piss test once I get back to the states. The petty ass judge tried to throw in forty-eight hours of community service, but my lawyer wasn’t going for that. I was straight with the piss test because it ain’t shit for me to pass a piss test.

Princess put me on game not too long after meeting Lucky. I knew about Jalisa, but her husband rarely came around. I never cared about what other people got into in the bedroom, because shit like that doesn’t get my dick hard, and my curiosity never sparked a flame to question it. Even when Princess mentioned sharing more information than I cared to know, I still listened to stay engaged. This was some wild ass, top-notch rich folks, ass shit. All long, I thought I was a freaky ass nigga, but after hearing the shit they got into took the cake. The mention of Lover's Island drew a blank on Google, making me think it was a hoax. However, stepping off the plane with Princess, I witnessed the hidden island's beauty firsthand; a stunning, undisclosed location. The spot was nice and ducked off, but nothing I’d do again, but to have the experience on my pallet was nice.

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