Seychelles
I took my wife to the Seychelles for our honeymoon and we witnesses a terrific example of what can happen.
I had been to the Seychelles before staying at the expensive Mahe Beach Hotel, which seemed a favourite of the 'jet set'. Having been there I decided that the Coral Strand was the place to go next time.
The Seychelles see few Americans, which makes them frankly more attractive to the wealthier Europeans who can afford to visit.
The hotel had a number of very attractive Creole 'ladies of the night'. One in particular was a really stunning curvy pocket 'venus'.
There was another remarkable 'lady' there in that while she was undoubtably a curvy woman, she also seemed quite muscular. She clearly was a 'leader' among the ladies of the night, and I would describe her as a confident dominant butch dyke, making her money from the men and her pleasure from the women.
There were plenty of tourists for them to make money, and I frequently saw 'venus' having dinner at various restaurants across the island as a guest of what appeared to be businessmen. My wife particularly pointed her out and commented, how well dressed she was as an ******. At the hotel we only saw her in a bikini.
There was one particularly stunning guest. She was single, about 23yo, and French. She was obviously very wealthy and stylish. Whenever she walked out of the sea and back up the Beach most activity on the beach stopped. On a score of 1 to 10 she would have been 12! and would have made Bo Derek envious.
Blond, with short page boy style, most of the time in a black bikini, which really offset her tan and curves.
Most of the wealthy male guests, who were mainly white, sought her company, but were casually brushed aside.
Her interest was in the island's coloured population and a number visited the hotel's beach bars. They worked the boats, the scuba centre, and were friends to the ladies of the night. Many were rastafarain types.
These rougher, local dark men found her buying them beers, and she soon could only be found esconced in their group, often with one in particular with his arm around her.
She quickly became his lover, it was obvious to all, and it was something to see this French blond socialite staring fascinated at this Rastafarian 'beach bum.'
She had been his lover about 3 days when they had a row in public, and we all clearly understood that she was annoyed that he wanted her to sleep with his friends.
But he was adamant they were supportive, the ladies of the night encouraging. She was like a spoilt 'madam' stamping her foot in frustration with him. How could he want to offer 'her' to his friends.
She stalked off. The next night she had rejoined them and drank a lot. Their was a lot of banter and some arguement, but to the surprise of everyone in the lobby she was pulled to her feet by one of his friends and led off to the lift. She did not seem happy, but was allowing herself to be led away. Then she broke off, and went back and had another spat with her rastafarian lover. It seemed to be on the lines is this what you really want. Then she turned away, took his friend by that hand and walked in a very sexy manner to the lift.
I thought she was saying to the rastafarian, 'look' what you are missing, and then went into the lift with his friend. Angela and I had a good entertaing chat about this and what might be happening and what she might be thinking.
Later the 'friend' reappeared and passed the keys to another who set off for the lift. We saw 3 others follow up the lift. We had no doubt that she was being taken in turns by them, and that this had not been her intention when coming on holiday there.
The next night saw the real 'breaking in and turning out'. She was with them early in the evening, drrinking cocktails, and still paying for the frinks for the whole group, which varied in size from 7 to 15 over the various holiday nights.
After drinking and chat the 'butch dyle' took her hand and pulled her up. She protested but the crowd were egging her on. She clearly did want to go with this woman, but her protests were verbal, not physical struggle. The Creole group were vocally in supported and the hotel guests looked in bemused, curious surprise. The 'venus' stood up and came behind the French blond, pressing her body against her which made her jerk away towards the 'butch' who just grinned and pulled her closer the lift. They sort of edged, blustered and cajoled her across the hotel lobby. Then the 'venus' went back and picked up what was presumably the room key. While the 'butch dyke' held her hand firmly, preventing her from pulling away.
Then she was pulled, cajoled into the lift the ‘butch’ pushed her up against the lift wall and kissed her. She jerked away, and she started to nibble her ear and neck. The lift doors started to close, then the ‘venus’ stepped across to the lift buttons and it surprised everyone I think when the lift doors re-opened. She had pressed the hold button, then she looked into the lobby and grinned and kept her finger on hold so everyone could see the French tourist being fondled and kissed by the muscular creole ‘butch’.
The thing that stood out was that at not time did she call out. The lobby was full of guests but she did not ask for help, or otherwise call out. She just wriggled in protest, but made no ‘violent’ effort to pull away. I discussed this with Angela. She looked as though she did want anything to do with the woman, but did not call out, or struggle hard.
We watched that black bikini top flipped up and her breasts fondled. Then the ‘butch’ said something to ‘venus’ she grinned to us again then closed the lift doors.
Two equally attractive Creole ladies were taking that absolutely gorgeous young French woman to bed, and they were undoubtedly going to make her please them. It was about 10.30 that ‘Butch’ reappeared. All businesslike now, she came out of the lift and looked around the lobby bar. She seemed to be assessing those in the bar.
Then she made her way over to a party of Indian businessman, and leaned over and spoke in one of their ears. He looked very surprised and taken aback. A bit disbelieving, but the butch was nodding, confirming and assuring him.
He stood up and she took him to the lift. He was an Indian grey-haired, bald, and had a paunch, with a rumpled suit. Even as he was going to the lift you could see he still had an air of disbelief.
Both Angela and I had no doubts at all the French tourist was about to be visited by her first customer.
We did not see her so often after that. She did come out of the lift once and immediately remonstrated with her Rastafarian lover at the bar. The ‘butch’ immediately went over, took her arm and took her back to the lift.
She came back a few minutes later. She went over to someone , and then took them up the lift…another customer....