Chapter 4
Georgia couldn't explain why she accepted John's invitation to spend the weekend on his island. Perhaps it was the mystery, the intrigue that cloaked John Aumontjuer, she thought. But whatever it was, she found herself boarding his single engine seaplane on Friday afternoon at Sands Point, for the trip to the Thousand Islands. She was surprised, annoyed, and confused to find Liz on board. Certainly the "Great Lover" wasn't going to frustrate her again, she couldn't help thinking during the trip. Not another lesson in abstinence, she hoped. Not a whole weekend of unfulfilled desire, she prayed.
But as soon as they docked at the pier of his small island hideaway, Georgia began to sense that her worst fears of a sexless weekend were going to be realized. A clutch of young, lovely girls met them as they stepped from the plane, fawning excitedly over John as though he was a movie idol. John responded in a suave, good-natured manner, making it clear to everyone by his attentions, that Georgia was his guest of honor. This gesture merely entitled her to some of the attention the girls were giving John. Something Georgia would have gladly waived for an uninhabited island and the promise of a weekend alone with the host. And she made up her mind, as they walked the well-manicured, tree-lined path up to the house, that she would make the best of the weekend and put Mr. Aumontjeur as far out of her mind as possible come Sunday night.
The house was a low, modern structure that appeared relatively small at first, but Georgia quickly discovered on the inside that it sprawled out in many directions. The decor was obviously sex-oriented: from the paintings and statues to the wallpaper, furniture, and drapes (closer examination revealed the drapes contained murals of Roman orgies.) The house suggested sex, Georgia noted, but wasn't vulgar. She quickly lost interest in the decor as the girls that met them at the dock began taking off their coats. They were all wearing short, pastel-colored togas. It was obvious they didn't have anything on underneath. The slightest bend forward revealed glimpses of bare ass from the rear view and bare breasts from the front. And Georgia found it difficult to take her eyes off the girls, with the constant flashes of flesh-until a handsome young man wearing a toga entered the hall.
Georgia eyed the tall, lean figure approvingly, thinking she may have judged the weekend too harshly. She guessed the blond, blue-eyed male to be in his early twenties. Then another male, of about the same age and build, entered. This one had a dark, olive complexion, with jet black hair and deep, dark eyes. She wondered if the men would also expose bare asses if they bent...answered almost immediately by a move one of the girls made. The girl probably didn't think anyone would notice in the confusion of welcoming home the "Master" and moved casually past the dark one, her hand "accidentally" brushing the hem of his toga. But Georgia caught the momentary pause as she gripped his cock in her hand for a quick, affectionate squeeze before moving coquettishly on.
Well now, Georgia thought, amused by the noticeable rising of a pole under the young man's toga. This is going to be an interesting weekend after all.
He was looking into her eyes and she thought she caught a wisp of a smile curl the corner of his mouth. There was no effort whatsoever to hide the obvious bulge. And by now several girls had spotted his "tent," giggled and nudged others to look. If John was aware of the incident-which Georgia was sure he must have been-he didn't show any signs. Instead he instructed the young men to take Georgia's things to her room and suggested Georgia freshen up for cocktails.
It was Liz who led her through the halls, rooms, and various wings of the house to her bedroom, followed by the two young men. The dark-haired youth carried Georgia's valise, while the one with blond hair carried her makeup case and sprang ahead to open doors for them. But the male escorts promptly disappeared as soon as Georgia and her things were deposited in the room. Liz remained to see that she was comfortable.
Georgia stood in the middle of the room, giving it the once-over. Perhaps she was too conscious of the obvious "sex scene" atmosphere, she thought. Mirrors everywhere. Her eye caught a lounge chair that had a built in bump for deeper penetration and she was still staring at it when Liz returned from the large bathroom, started to say something, then stopped and smiled at someone standing behind Georgia.
"So there you are," Liz said with a warm smile. "Georgia, I'd like you to meet the twins."
Georgia turned to see two beautiful children standing in the doorway. A boy and girl, that she guessed to be about seven. They too were outfitted in short togas and sandals.
"Adrian and Alexander-this is Miss Kingston." Liz spoke the words softly. "You be sure to take very good care of her. Anything you need," she said, turning to Georgia, "the children will get for you. See you in about an hour."
It came as a complete surprise to find that she was to have two little servants to wait on her. So she began the acquaintance by asking them questions about their age and what they liked to play, but quickly discovered the children had been trained to be polite, courteous, and affectionate. Very affectionate!
"You'd better get dressed, Miss Kingston," Adrian finally said in a soft, sweet voice that reminded Georgia how young they really were.
She took a long, luxurious bath, dressed slowly and was ready to join John for cocktails. The children led her through the corridors to the living room.
Then John was at her side. He seemed to sweep her off her feet with his charm, and the next thing she knew she was entering a large room, with a surprisingly large crowd.
As John started the introductions, she suddenly realized the caliber of the guests that were present: A U.S. Senator, several television personalities, a millionaire industrialist, prominent bankers and stock brokers, a newspaper columnist, and so many others that she began to wonder how John had managed to gather such big names. And it quickly became apparent that those dressed in togas were members of the "staff," mixing with the guests. She also noted that there were several other children present, standing at the side of the guest they had been assigned to-which reminded her of Adrian and Alexander, but they were gone.