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“What’s the big deal? It’s your fantasy. He wants to sell. You want to buy. End of story.”
    “Tiffy, I did not imagine this guy in my fantasy. He is definitely not of my creation, so how the hell is he there? Did anything like this ever happen to you?”
    Her companion shook her head in the negative. Then she said, “Maybe altering your fantasy after so many years screwed with something. Are you certain you didn’t think up this guy, Carla? And even if you didn’t, you can get rid of him by purchasing the island from him. Isn’t that easy enough?”
    “He insists his papers be proven real,” Carla said. “And when they are, he did say I could buy the island from him, but only under one condition. I have to do everything and anything that he wants until the deal is concluded.”
    Tiffany’s eyes lit up. “Ohh, sounds kinky and fun,” she opined.
    “You have no idea,” Carla said. “You cannot begin to imagine.”
    “Tell me everything,” Tiffany replied, leaning forward, an avid expression on her pretty face. “If it’s as good as some of the adventures you’ve shared with me before, then it has to be terrific. Don’t leave out a single detail, girlfriend.”
    “Well,” Carla began, “you know how my pirate queen persona has always been the dominant? Not this time, sweetie. He is the master, and he is obviously expert at it.” Then she went on to explain in detail to her friend what had happened the previous night while she was in the Channel.
    Tiffany’s blue eyes grew wide with surprise and then glazed with shock. “A banana?” she gasped. “He screwed you with a banana? Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! What did it feel like? Did you come?”
    “It felt smooth, a bit leathery, and while firm, not the hard sensation of a stiff cock,” Carla answered her. “And yeah, I came.”
    “What did it feel like when he did you?” Tiffany inquired.
    “He hasn’t yet,” Carla said, “but frankly, I can’t wait till he does. He is hung like a bull, Tiffy. His dick has got to be between ten and eleven inches in length. He’s got selfcontrol down to a science. He never lost it. He remained long and soft while he was teasing me. He’s thick to begin with, so I can only imagine what he’s going to be like fully aroused.” She sighed. “I don’t know if I can take much more of his torture.”
    Tiffany sighed too. “He sounds yummy,” she said. “I love a dominant. All my sultans and caliphs are very dominant.” Then she sat up straight. “You’re going back tonight, aren’t you? You can’t not go back, Carla.”
    “Of course I’m going back,” Carla said. “I want him out of my fantasy, and if that means I have to play his game until he lets me purchase Amorata Cay, then so be it.”
    “Do you think he’ll fuck you tonight?” Tiffany wondered.
    “He’d better! I woke up just burning for it. My vibrator was dead in the water, so get me some D cells at the store,” Carla replied.
    Tiffany giggled. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But it really is funny. The Channel closes for the night. You’re hotter than a firecracker, and your vibrator won’t work. Could it have gotten any worse?” She giggled again, throwing Carla an apologetic look.
    “Yeah, in retrospect it was funny,” Carla said, “but the reality at the time was very unpleasant, Tiffy, so get me those D cells so I can at least remedy any lack on the part of the king of the pirates,” she said and chuckled. “I still would like to know how the hell this guy turned up in my fantasy. I swear I never imagined anyone like him.”
    Tiffany stood up. “I’ll get your batteries,” she said. “Tiffy, not a word to anyone about this,” she warned her friend.
    “Hey, the only time they’ve heard of your pirate fantasy was from you,” Tiffany responded. “I only talk about my fantasies to you.” Then, with a wave of her hand, she was gone off to the market. When she returned an hour later, she left the bag with the