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Bad Girl in Bali
Chapter One – Party in Bali
“So Lena listen, I don’t want you to mix up his name with someone else’s, like you did with Ibiza guy, so listen, OK.” Their gleaming black town car moves smoothly along the upscale Bali street, gliding under multiple strings of criss crossed, brightly lit paper lanterns. Natasha finishes touching up her makeup and smooths down her blonde hair. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a little jar of body glitter.
Lena laughs. “ ‘Ibiza guy’ ”. See, even you can’t remember his name.” Natasha ignores her and continues. “Anyway, his name is Jack. He’s the Expat banker I met at one of the charity fundraising events in Geneva. He just texted me, they have a section reserved at the back of the club.” Natasha rubs the glitter all over her arms and chest, careful as she rubs down in between the plunging neckline of her royal blue dress, then squeezes a little bit more into her hand and reaches down to bedazzle her calves. She glistens in the moonlight shining through the car window. “Do you want some? she asks. Lena tosses her long brunette hair from her shoulders and extends her arms out. “Sure,” she responds. Natasha leans over and runs her hands down Lena’s arms, turning them shimmery, rubbing one last dollop of glitter onto her chest. Lena reaches up and smoothes out the glitter as Natasha leans forward to speak to their driver, pointing toward the back of the club. “Could you drop us off there, please. At the back entrance.”
“So we’re meeting a bunch of bankers. Why couldn’t you have met someone at Art Basel instead? You know how I feel about Geneva.You always pick the finance guys.” Natasha leans back into the plush leather seat, typing on her phone. “Lena you know that’s not true. Remember that Navy Seal who used to climb up my hotel fire escape in Berlin?” She beams dreamily at the memory before responding. “Anyway, finance is very interesting. Emerging markets, international currencies…I’m texting Jack now, that we’re here.” Natasha opens the car door, smoothing her blue dress down over her hips as she exits, Lena right behind her.
Lena and Natasha mingle with the guests in the VIP section, a giant luxury treehouse on a platform raised high off the ground, flanked by indoor trees.One tree grows as a centerpiece through the platform floor, its abundant green branches decorated with flickering hurricane lanterns, surrounded by a circular bar. Dinner ended hours ago, so there are only desserts, servers circulating with banana leaf trays of profiterole creampuffs, chocolate covered cherries, marzipan.
“So what’s the thing with Geneva?” Jack asks Lena. “Natasha says that you have a thing with Geneva.” Lena gives Natasha a look. Natasha pretends not to notice. “I just…I mean, it’s beautiful of course. That’s not the issue. I just…I find it very cold. All the high end luxury stores, all the banks. It just feels very empty to me, kind of hollow.” Lena starts to move a little closer to a passing tray of mini eclairs.
“But then the interesting thing is, I feel exactly the opposite…and I mean, exactly the opposite… when taking the train through the Alps. Gliding through the mountains under a clear roof, surrounded by the white caps and peaks. You can just really feel this intense power all around you, this warmth. And the coldness just melts away…” Lena looks down from the treehouse into the crowd, trailing off.
Across the crowd, she spots a man standing at the bar. Tousled dark hair, tanned, ruggedly handsome. Muscular but in the natural way, by lifting heavy things and being active, not pumping iron at the gym. White shirt with a few buttons undone…nothing too flaunting, actually a bit modest. Just the perfect hint and tease, of what lies beneath.
He is holding a drink in one hand, talking to somebody next to him. Who? Lena cranes her neck but can’t see, the bar is too crowded. He holds the drink high up to avoid spilling, but someone accidentally bumps into him anyway, and the contents spill over the glass onto his hand. He puts the drink down on the bar behind him, and clamps his mouth over the fleshy part of his hand between thumb and index finger. He sucks the spilled liquid, then turns his hand over and licks his palm once. He wipes his hand against his jeans, then pick up his glass from the bar, and continues talking. Lena sucks in her breath, then exhales slowly. “Oh yeah,” she says out loud, nodding to herself. “Hell yeah.” she affirms.
Natasha nudges her, and Lena snaps out of her mesmerized trance. She motions surreptitiously with her chin, toward the table in the back. “What do you think of Jack’s friend, Jake?” Lena looks over at Jake, with his silk shirt and slicked back hair, then looks back over at the mystery man at the bar. “Or, how about this,” Lena responds. “See that guy over there at the bar, with the dark hair and big hands?” Natasha looks over and Lena continues. “I’m going over there to talk to him. And as long as he’s not a psycho..” Lena discretely makes a little crazy motion with her finger, spinning it in little circles around the side of her head, “I’m going home with him.” She secures her purse and starts to walk toward the treehouse steps, leaning in for double cheek air kisses before Natasha has a chance to object. “I will text you to let you know I’m OK! And hopefully… I’ll see you back in Ubud tomorrow morning.” Lena turns to walk down the steps.
She walks in his direction. Wearing a criss crossed white silk blouse that skims over her shoulders, showing her bare arms and back and revealing a hint of navel, Lena tries to make the slit of her flouncy chiffon skirt part between her legs. She starts to sashay in her high strappy shoes, but the crowd becomes too dense and she soon has to weave her way through throngs of people.
A server walks by with a tray of glasses of Prosecco. Lena reaches up and takes one, swallows it down in three big gulps, and puts the empty glass back on the tray. She continues over toward him, maneuvering in between the crowd. He has moved a bit from his original spot at the bar, and is now partially obscured behind a big pedestal with a huge, ornamental vase. As she gets closer, she can see the outline of his jaw in between heads. She starts to rev herself up, for a little momentum.
Lena pretends she has been bumped by somebody behind her, and gracefully tumbles in between two people, right into the body of mystery man. Holding his drink above his head when Lena artfully crashed into him, it spilled all down the front of her blouse. “I’m so sorry! Someone just bumped me…” Mystery man replies. “Oh no, it spilled all down your blouse…” He makes a motion to wipe it off, but it being on her chest, he awkwardly retreats. Lena intentionally pulls her blouse a little tighter to her chest, to give the subtle hint of an outline of nipple – just a hint. Between the cold liquid of the spilled drink and the sudden thought of his hands on her breasts, Lena finds her nipples getting harder, feeling them raise up more prominently through her thin silk shirt. Not wearing a bra, feeling them rub up against the fabric makes her breasts start to tingle, radiating out from her nipples and then pulsating through her body, feeling especially warm in between her legs. Now self conscious by how just how hard her nipples have become, Lena casually grabs the bottom of her blouse and tries to pull it out a bit from her body, fanning out the wet silk. Mystery man leans over to the bar for some napkins. Lena feels the heat coming off his body, it’s like a magnetic pull. She can’t help but want to press herself up against him, it was involuntary, some kind of fundamental chemical charge. She didn’t feel like making any small talk, she just wanted to get right to the point. More so, the intensity of her attraction left it totally impossible to talk about anything else. Everything else suddenly seemed like a ridiculous joke.
Lena clears her throat and moves closer to him, to be heard over the crowd. “So…umm, this is going to sound a little flaky…but I just thought I’d be straight up with you about something.” Mystery man has a bunch of napkins in his hand.He hands them to her, looking a little confused, but he nods and bends his ear to her lips to hear her. Lena continues.“Oh – thanks”. She gracefully dabs them over her blouse. “I just feel this instant magnetism between us, it’s like our bodies are connected on some level. Like my body waves are attuned to yours. Something cosmic like that. And it’s making me, well …” Lena gives a little laugh, then continues. “…. it’s making me want to press myself up against you. It’s intrinsic, like, some kind of gravitational pull.” She pulls away from his ear a little, satisfied that she said what she needed to say, but then quickly leans back in, adding, “I just didn’t think it was proper to, you know, to just go ahead press myself up against you. So I thought I’d ask first.” Chuckling a little bit, mystery man puts his hand on her bare shoulder, leans into her ear, and says in a deep voice, “I’m Adam by the way”. The feel of his touch on her skin sparks like a sunburst through her body, zigzagging around inside her in an all out sensory wildfire, exploding in her pussy. Her whole body radiates sheer and utter lust.
Adam pulls back and looks at Lena. “You know, honestly…I think you’re right. I just felt it then, when I touched your shoulder.” He puts his arms around her and pulls her in close to his chest. Lena wiggles her way in as close to as possible, trying to will their clothes away, aching to feel his skin on her skin. Her nipples are hard and pressing into him, she knows he can feel it. She is getting so wet, she is glad she decided to wear panties, even if just a flimsy thong. She brushes her lips against his earlobe and whispers, “I’m Lena.” She feels his breath on her neck as he whispers back, “I’m covered in vodka and glitter.”
Lena is just about to instinctively press her lower body up against his when she feels him start to pull away from her. It feels like her energy source has been unplugged and she just wants to whimper, Noooo to the universe.
Lena turns and looks where he is looking. A very attractive, very coiffed blonde woman is walking alongside the bar, heading in their direction. People seem to be moving aside, so she can pass by. Lena watches as she smiles at people, touching them on the shoulder with her long ruby nails, making brief comments before clipping past them. Adam puts his hands on Lena’s hips and quickly moves them both behind the pedestal and vase, out of the range of view of Blonde woman. “I’m sorry…but…I just don’t want that woman to see us. To see me, I mean…” He starts to explain. Lena adopts a jaunty tone.
She leans into him, putting the side of her face against his. “You are making me so wet.” Adam puts his hand on the small of her back and exhales, then squeezes her hip, pressing his face harder against hers. Lena takes a step away and gives a little halfway turn of her backside for his appraisal. “My pussy hasn’t soaked through to my skirt, has it?” she asks breezily.
Putting her hands on Adam’s elbows, Lena takes a few steps back and kitty corners them in a nook between the vase and the wall. Using his body to block the crowd’s view of her, Lena looks him in the eyes as she takes his hand and puts it in between the slit in her dress, moving her legs apart for him. She firmly cups his hand over the crotch of her thong, wrapping his fingers over her pussy. “Feel how wet you make me.” Adam sucks in his breath and lean in closer to her, astonished. “My god. Your pussy is soaking.” Their faces close together, still eye to eye, he moves his fingers under the fabric.
Lena spreads her legs further apart, putting her foot on the ledge of the baseboard as Adam easily slides his fingers inside her. Stooping over a little bit as he bends his arm down in toward her, Lena gasps as he pushes his fingers all the way inside her. One hand still cupped over his, she puts the other on his shoulder, feeling her hot breath against his neck and his arm muscles contracting beneath her hand as he slowly and deliberately moves his fingers up and down inside her, then alternately rubs the pads up against her pussy walls in firm circular motions.Lena gives a little gasp and squeezes her hand harder over his, pushing his fingers deeper inside her. “Did I find a sweet spot,” Adam teases in her ear. He pulsates the balls of his fingers against her pussy walls.“Press the palm of my hand harder up against your clit, so I can give you both.” Lena presses the heel of his palm firmly up against her pussy. Her eyes flutter and she gives a little moan, her hand bracing his shoulder.
Suddenly, Lena sees the shellacked red nails of Blonde woman zipping around in the air on the other side of the vase, gesturing with her hands as she talks.Hearing the sound of her voice, Adam freezes in place, then starts to remove his hand from under Lena’s skirt. “Adam,” she says, an anguished little cry, as she feels his fingers retreating from her pussy. She locks her hand over his in defiance. “That’s the first time you said my name,” he says, looking at her. They stand there for a moment, forehead to forehead. Lena is just about to kiss him when she sees the red nails lifting the latched bartop counter. Blonde woman walks behind the bar, and is gone.
“Now’s our chance. Let’s get out of here,” Adam says. At this, Lena relinquishes her grip. He looks down at his soaking wet fingers and grabs a creampuff from a nearby tray of sweets, running his fingers through the cream, leaving a big dollop on the tips. He puts them in his mouth and sucks on them, then licks down the side of his fingers. He leans in to her. “You taste so good…you’ll find out later when I’m kissing you, after I’m done burying my face in your pussy.” Lena sucks in sharply.
They stealthily move out from behind the vase and away from the bar, a margin apart from the crowd as they skim alongside a wall, smooth as sharks.
Just at the exit, a commanding voice. “Adam!” Blonde woman has materialized from behind the bar, and is calling to Adam from the crowd. He slumps his shoulders with disappointment over their near getaway.
“I’m sorry…she owns the club, I’m doing some masonry work for her. I need to talk with her for a few minutes, please meet me outside in the courtyard?” He points to the back of the club. “There are benches there, it’s better than just standing at the door. It’s behind the dance floor, through the vestibule.” He links his pinky finger around hers. “Just give me 10 minutes.”
Lena walks toward the back of the club, lingering as she passes the dance floor, wanting badly to dance but not wanting to taste too salty when Adam puts his mouth all over her body. She pushes off with regret, and continues to head in the direction he pointed. She gets to the back of the club.There are two little vestibules by the exit, leading to what look like two courtyards. Which one did he mean? The stakes are high, and Lena tortures herself trying to forensically deduce exactly which one he was referring to. There is no scientific answer, so she picks one and walks outside.
Ten minutes passes. Lena scans the clusters of people mulling about, looking for his face. She weighs with grave consideration, whether or not she should leave to go check out the other option. But then, what if he comes here, while she is there? She decides to stay put.
Fifteen minutes passes, then twenty. Lena’s stomach sinks with brutal letdown. Either he’s still with the blonde, or she went to the wrong courtyard. She perks up with a thought. Maybe he is in the other courtyard after all, waiting for her.
She turns quickly to go check it out, dropping her purse. It opens and the contents burst out, her cell phone dropping to the ground, a lipstick rolling across the stone patio. Squatting down on her haunches, she starts to scoop up her things, investigating her cell phone for damage. As she reaches out for her lipstick, a pair of shoes appear at her fingers.
Lena stands up quickly, startled by the sudden appearance before her. It’s him. It’s Adam, there he is. Silent, and standing right there in front of her. She sucks in her breath, stunned, her sunk feeling immediately replaced by pure glee. He moves toward her and puts his hands tight around both sides of her waist, pulling her into him, pulling her body close. “Lena,” he says.
He puts his hand on both sides of her face, holding her hair back as he kisses her. His lips on hers. A slow languid kiss, their tongues gently touching. His hand behind her head, and slow, lingering kisses on her neck. He presses his body up against her and for the first time, she feels his erection through his pants, pressing up against her pussy. She moans with the relief of feeling his hard cock against her body.
Adam pulls back her hair with more intensity, his mouth now wide and greedy over hers, like he wants to swallow her whole, pressing himself harder against her, starting to get swept away. Groups of people are gathering in the courtyard, talking loudly and smoking cigarettes.
Adam stops kissing her, puts his forehead on hers and exhales deeply.“Why do you taste like licorice?” Lena whispers. He smiles. “It’s anisette,” he says, leaning into her, whispering in her ear, “I’ll be tasting like your pussy soon.” Lena feels her renewed wetness starting to seep through her thong again. “Don’t tease me,” she says as she puts his hand on her pussy. “I’m already there.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He gives her a quick kiss, then weaves her fingers between his and strides briskly toward the courtyard exit, clasping hands firmly to keep close to each other as they walk through thick groups of people, purposely letting the crowd press them into each other. Lena squirms in front of Adam and, facing him, puts one arm around his waist and walks backward through the crowd, letting their bodies bounce against each other, sporadically leaning in to kiss him as he guides them out the door.
Their town car stops outside a gated estate. Adam enters the code on a little pad outside the gate, and the giant doors swing open.They step inside onto the main grounds, surrounded by lush manicured lawns, mowed in neat crisp rows.
He walks them toward the pool area at the back of the house, a lagoon shaped black bottom pool surrounded by cabanas and big cushiony lounge chairs, covered with multicolored pillows. They walk across a little bridge spanning the pool to an island in the center, surrounded by the sounds of waterfalls.
Adam reaches his hands under Lena’s skirt and loops his fingers around the strings of her thong, pulling her panties down over her thighs, his fingers tracing down the sides of her legs. Squatting down when he gets to her calves, Lena puts her hand on Adam’s head and lifts one foot, then the other.
Tossing her panties aside, Adam puts a lounge pillow on the ground and gets on his knees, lifting her skirt up both sides until his face is level with her bare pussy. He leans into her and slowly brushes his face back and forth against her, breathing her in. Lena moans, putting her hand on top of his head. He puts his hands on her thighs and guides her down toward the plush pool ottoman, sitting her down on the chaise in front of him, slowly spreading her legs.
He leans into her and buries his face in her pussy, pushing aside her pussy lips with his cheeks. He puts his mouth on her clitoris and looks up at her. “Your clit is quivering against my lips right now.” Adam puts out his tongue. “I can feel your heartbeat on my tongue.” Lena moans as he starts to flicker his tongue, then lick her in strokes, alternating soft with firm, then gasps as he puts his fingers inside her. He reaches his other hand up to her face.
“Suck on my finger, suck on my finger the way you want me to suck on your clit. Show my how you want me to lick your pussy.” Lena puts the tip of his finger in her mouth and Adam follows her rhythm, syncing his mouth and lips and tongue, alternately pressure and speed, his lips wrapped around her clitoris, lingering, lightly flicking it with his tongue. Lena moans. “Put your cock in me. I need to feel you inside me.”
Adam puts his face to hers and kisses her as she unzips his pants. Shaking them off, Lena scoots further back down the chaise, spreading her legs as he gets on top of her. She puts her hands on both sides of his face and leans in, whispering in his ear, “You are covered in pussy juice and glitter.”
He rubs his cock up against her, tucking it inside her pussy lips.“You are so slippery wet, my cock is going to slide right inside you.” He starts to put the tip of his dick inside her. In ecstatic bliss, he closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapping around him. Just as he’s about to thrust in his whole throbbing cock, a door slams loudly from the main house, startling them both. His cellphone is on the ground, it starts to ping repeatedly, urgently. He leans over and reads the texts coming in. Lowering his head in agony, he kisses her and says, “We gotta go. We gotta go now.”
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