LYMP DUHDASHIAN DISAPPEARS!

Episode Four

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Tarky and his friends seemed to think that orgies on a superyacht were the epitome of freedom for the super rich. This appealed to me, somewhere in my lower gut, for the first three days. After that, being slimy with baby oil and body fluids began to bore me. There was only so much slave/master role play before all the hump action around me descended into a repetition that failed to stimulate my thrill centres.

I left Tarky to his fascination with his personal Rod of God and chose to go snorkelling in the shallows around an island.

Frankly, there are 7,000 islands around the Caribbean and I had no idea where we were precisely, but it did not matter much to me when I slipped unnoticed off the boat into the cool water. I had never seen coral reefs or ancient ship wrecks deep on the sea bed or teaming tropical fish, except via a screen, so this personal excursion was ticking an ambition off my long bucket list.

I had drifted far enough from the turquoise superyacht to no longer hear the music and raucous laughter when I returned to the surface to catch some air. The beauty beneath me was captivating and there were interesting underwater caverns formed from volcanic rock to peek into. Being alone in the water added a spark of risk which excited me far more than being tied to, yet another, four poster bed….

A few dolphins shot past me, leaping and diving. One of them approached and investigated my flippers, slid up towards my face and chattered eagerly at me at the surface. I laughed and reached out to touch the smooth skin of this playful creature. I was struck by how dog-like the dolphin was in its friendliness as it seemed to beckon me to follow it along a coral ridge submerged only a few feet below us.

When I returned to the surface for air I spun around twice, trying to spot the superyacht. My stomach went into an anxious knot. Surely they hadn’t moved on without me?

The dolphin surfaced beside me and the tone of its chatter had changed to a gentle whistle and clicks. It seemed to sense my panic and nudged me gently to play some more. I held its dorsal fin and allowed it to pull me along for a while in the hope that the dolphin would lead me back to the yacht. It dived through an arch of coral covered rock and we surfaced unexpectedly at a white sand beach.

Leaving the water I watched the calm sea to the horizon for sight of the turquoise superyacht. There was nothing. Removing my snorkel and flippers, I walked up the beach, thinking that, if I could get higher I might be able to see it but that was a fruitless exercise apart from one interesting find. Footprints in the sand led along the beach. Human footprints, big enough to be male and recent enough to be crisp in the damp sand. I followed them along and over a rocky outcrop which divided the beach into two.

As I reached the further beach, a strange sight greeted me. It was a large structure, made entirely from bits of driftwood and palm leaves leaning against the rocks. The footprints led straight to it. I hesitated and listened, holding my breath.

A voice from within shattered my nerves, “Oi! Who goes there?” I froze with fright as a man appeared from inside. He was very tall, muscular and deeply tanned. He was wearing a rope belt with a strange material hanging from it. The texture looked like a semi transparent fish skin complete with multi coloured scales. He held a large very sharp knife menacingly out in front of him.

“I am awfully sorry to disturb you!” I whimpered pathetically and, gesturing towards the sea, I managed to convey how I had arrived at his hut. He was looking at the flippers dangling from my wrist and nodding slowly. He crouched down and speared a portion of fish from the top of a flat rock. “You hungry?” he asked but I shook my head. “ I am rather keen to get back to the yacht, actually!” He chewed his fish while watching me carefully. “Long gone, that vessel!” he stared at my body for a few awkward seconds. “You better eat. You weak!”

Bloody cheek of him! I am considered to be a drop dead gorgeous perfect female sex goddess by the paparazzi! I have superbly enhanced cheekbones and tits! Can’t he see that I have had a lot of work done? Cost a fortune too!

I blinked away his criticism, thinking the man must be stark staring mad! I noticed I had broken one of my acrylic nails and I needed a nail file. He doesn’t look like he would have such a thing and I sighed loudly, pouting my hyaluronic filled lips in his general direction.

He laughed and shook his head. “Must be my lucky day!” he said with an edge of sarcasm and a smirk that disappeared with his next mouthful of fish. “Tain’t every day Girlfriend brings me a gift such as you!”

“Girlfriend?” I asked, looking around and the weird guy cocked his head towards the waves where the dolphin was back flipping just offshore. “Yeah, Girlfriend! She is a helpful soul. Enjoys a good laugh, usually at my expense!” and he made a strange whistle which was echoed back at him by Girlfriend as she swam away to rejoin her pod.