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  DEVIANCE BECOMES HER

  By

  Mallory West

  Copyright © 2011 by Mallory West

  Published by CamoGal Publishing.

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  Preface

  ***WARNING***

  Due to strong language, and sexual situations, this book is not suitable for readers under the age of 18

  Two young, beautiful, California women set off to enjoy their much-needed vacation in the Florida Keys. By chance, they meet up with wealthy, James Welborn. The intriguing older man was well known about town for his elaborate parties aboard his yacht, Pleasure.

  The girls take a chance to join James and his special friends, for an ‘exclusive party’ aboard Pleasure, but they had no clue what they were in for. They soon find themselves swirling in the decadent world of BDSM; intense torturous pleasures, kidnapping, and piracy upon the high seas!

  When someone discovers they have a proclivity for the unusual; it’s not that they are deviant, they just have a deeper, more primitive sexual need. Lucky are those who meet a partner who shares similar pleasures.

  Pam's body betrayed her during the many unforeseen torments that occurred; awakening her to a life changed forever.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Thank God it’s Friday, sighed Pam Malone as she turned the wheel of her Honda sedan, slipping easily into the parking space. Today was going to be fun. She worked at a major brewing company as a sales rep, and modeled as one of the ‘Four Ace’s Light Girls’ when she was needed at special media events. It was quite the perfect job for her, as she was a beautiful, charming, and gregarious young woman.

  Because of the hard work she and her co-workers had accomplished throughout the year, her boss was holding a unique raffle this afternoon as a reward for his staff. A vacation for two was hopefully within reach. She had purchased five raffle tickets hoping to up her odds of winning. She would love to win a vacation and get out of town for a while.

  Pam pulled the rearview mirror over to check her lipstick and eye makeup. She licked her full pink lips and touched her right eyebrow briefly. Big blue eyes stared back at her; she looked fine as always. She gave a last fluff to her curly, shoulder-length blonde hair. Just as she opened the car door and stepped out, another car pulled up a few spaces away from her.

  It was Barbie Saldana, her best friend who was also in sales and a model when needed. Barbie shut off her engine and waved at Pam, who stood still and watched as Barbie exited the car and came walking over to her. Her lush dark hair was pulled into a sexy side ponytail and her big brown eyes were wide with excitement.

  “Do you think we’ll win the contest?” she asked excitedly, grabbing Pam’s arm as they turned to walk briskly into the office. “I hardly slept last night thinking of what I would do on a cruise or flying off to a foreign country.” She was literally bouncing as she stepped along with Pam.

  “I don't think Bob would be spending that much money on a trip for two. But who knows? It might be you, it might be me. Nevertheless, we did make that pact if it was one of us we would take the other. You won’t back out on that will you?” asked Pam grinning from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling. She knew there was no way either of them would leave the other behind…they’d been the best of friends for the last five years.

  * * *

  Bob Tremont was Sales Director and owner of Four Ace’s Brewing Company. He was about to retire in a few months. A good-looking, physically fit man in his mid sixties; he had always enjoyed the beer industry and was extremely successful in his career. The special beer promotions at sporting events and sports bars were always entertaining. And he had several wonderful employees who helped make their division in southern California a huge success. His company supplied many distributors throughout California and all the way to Texas.

  Before retiring, he wanted to do something truly special for a couple of his staff. What better than a raffle? He was not telling anyone what the prize would be; just that it would be a vacation they would never forget.

  “All right, Pete,” Bob said to one of his top sales managers. “Tell everyone to meet in the lunch room at two o’clock sharp. If anyone is out in the field, they will need to get back here pronto.”

  “Sure thing,” Pete replied with a brief nod. He was hopeful it would be him. He had just gotten married a couple of months ago and this would be a great overdue honeymoon.

  * * *

  It was two in the afternoon and the lunchroom was nearly filled with anxious men and women of various ages, softly chattering with shared excitement amongst themselves.

  Bob asked for quiet and ran his hand swiftly through his short gray hair. He nodded curtly at his employees, and then began his opening speech regarding why he was having this raffle and how much he enjoyed working with everyone. His heart-felt speech drew soft rounds of applause. Bob reached over to a table behind him and picked up an old straw cowboy hat filled with blue tickets.

  “Okay, I’m going to draw, and keep on drawing until two winning numbers are picked. At that time, you and a guest of your choice will be off on a new adventure for seven fun-filled days. Good luck!”

  Bob picked up the first ticket and shouted out the numbers. No one jumped for joy. All eyes were locked on Bob. He picked up a second ticket. Nothing. Picked up a third.

  “Yes!" hollered Michael Bowden, one of the newer salesmen, “Yes…I won!” Everyone clapped energetically and whooped. “All right!” Michael yelped excitedly with a furious fist pump.

  Bob picked up a fourth ticket. Nothing. He picked up the fifth ticket and read out the numbers.

  “It’s me…it’s me!” Barbie shrieked in high octave while hopping up and down as she hugged Pam tightly. “I can’t believe it!” Everybody in the room whooped enthusiastically once again, applauded, and congratulated her. They all liked Barbie and were quite happy for her.

  “I’m taking Pam…we’d made a pact.” She was excited and her nervous hands fluttered over her face. “Where are we going?”

  Bob laughed. “I guess that would be the next question. All right…Michael, you and a guest will be flying off to Hawaii. Maui.” Whoops, claps and hollers briefly deafened their ears. Bob held up his hand for silence. “Next, Barbie and Pam will be flying out to the sunny Florida Keys.”

  “What?” Barbie and Pam screeched loudly in sync as they hugged and jumped up and down in place. The guys stared at the two sexy women in a tight clinch, hoping they would kiss, but knowing that was never going to happen.

  After everyone calmed down and split for their own offices, or back out into the field, the winners gathered together to discuss their luck at winning.

  “I was thinking of asking you to go with me if I won,” Michael said to Pam with a sly look in his eye. “But I see that was only in my dreams,” he laughed. “You two will have a blast. Maybe I’ll ask Anna.”

  “If you take our receptionist I will kill you,” teased Pam. Michael was an incredibly hot looking guy. Pam had dated him twice and fucked him once. That was enough…nice guy, but not so hot in the sack.

  “She’s all mine!” Barbie hugged her friend tightly. “We’re gonna hit all the bars in the Keys. Whooo hoooo! I can’t wait.”

  Michael smiled and gave them both a quick hug. “Well, I know you two will be wild women for sure. I’m really going to ask my best friend, Jack, to go with me. We’ll have a great time picking up women on the beach and hanging out at the bars. Never been there, so it’ll be quite an adventure.”

  * *
*

  Later that evening, Barbie and Pam sat at the bar at their regular hangout, Crush 27; an upscale restaurant with a softly lit, smoky mirrored bar area, and sensual ambiance. Usually they had good luck in meeting men there and had actually ended up dating a few. But love seemed to elude the two women. Maybe they were just fussy, or maybe they just hadn’t yet found a truly honest man.

  All men seemed to be ‘out for pussy’, and Barbie and Pam, being in their late twenties, were looking for more than that…like substance and stability. However, hot sex for the both of them was on still the agenda as always. They were both definitely trying to find that balance.

  “So by next weekend we will be in the Keys. I can’t wait…I’m starting to pack this weekend,” said Pam and took a sip of her dirty martini.

  “I’m so excited I won’t sleep all week,” Barbie replied. She scanned the sparsely populated lounge. It was still early; businessmen were just leaving their offices.

  “I’ll be living in my bikini and sundresses and I want to get laid!” Pam declared lifting her glass to toast to her friend. “To getting lots of hot sex!”

  “Absolutely!” Barbie’s glass clinked to Pam’s just as she caught sight of a cute guy strolling into the bar out of the corner of her eye.

  * * *

  CHAPTER TWO

  The flight was long and tiring, but the girls had their iPads in airplane mode so they could play games or read, in conjunction with trying to catch some much-needed sleep. They landed in Key West around noon, caught a cab to The Santa Marina Suites Resort, and checked in. Luckily, it was near the beach.

  Talking and flirting with the handsome young desk clerk, they found out the nearest dance clubs were over on Duval Street. They could either walk or take a short cab ride and enjoy that very night! They found a nearby restaurant and had a good lunch, then walked through a few of the shops, checking out the beach clothing. They were so excited to be in the Keys.

  Around seven in the evening, the young women took turns showering and got dressed up. Barbie wore a shimmering red dress that skimmed the tops of her firm deeply tanned thighs, and clung notably to her shapely figure. Tall, black platform heels completed the look. Pam wore a similar short dress in black with an extremely low cut top, making her large tits seemingly burst into action whenever she moved. They decided to hail a cab on their quest to check out the nightlife.

  Their first stop was the Bourbon Bar, which surprised them with a drag show. After one drink, they moseyed on down the street to the Garden of Eden, with lots of naked elderly men. They stayed for one drink and good-naturedly let the men ogle and try to pick them up. Moving on.…

  Next stop was Virgilio’s which was quite nice. The martinis were excellent. At this moment, the girls were feeling no pain.

  “I’m getting pretty horny, Barb…what’s say we start serious looking?” The band playing was first-rate. A strong bass that brought out the sexual beat caused Pam’s pussy to commence a slight throb. A few couples had started some slow dirty dancing. There were several single men of various ages at the bar; a pair of them looking in their direction.

  Barbie agreed. “But first let’s get some food…too much alcohol.”

  Neither one noticed the older gentleman in the corner of the bar watching them intently.

  * * *

  After Barbie gave the server their order for a couple of filling appetizers, a good-looking, Latin man slid into the empty seat at their table. “Can I get you a refill?” he indicated by pointing at Pam’s half-empty drink.

  “Sure, why not?” He’s cute, Pam thought, checking out the well-built young man with a slight Cuban accent.

  “Are you ladies tourists?” he inquired.

  “Yes, we are. From California…out for adventure,” Barbie said finishing off her martini.

  “My name is Martine.” He offered his hand. “I live nearby. This is my hangout. A few of my friends are at the bar,” he indicated with a flip of his wrist in the direction of three more Latin men blatantly staring at them hungrily. “Do you think you might want to party with us?”

  Barbie and Pam looked at each other trying to interpret each other’s thoughts. Normally they were on the same page. Barbie gave a slight nod.

  “Sure. I think we could manage that,” Pam answered as she accepted her fresh drink and the two plates of appetizers that arrived. “Have a bite?” she offered to Martine.

  He delicately took one of the mushrooms stuffed with cheese and spices. He popped it into his mouth, smoothly and sensuously, as the two women watched closely.

  “Okaaaaaay,” said Pam taking a drink and playfully fanning her face with her hand. “We’ll be ready once we get some food into us.” Barbie was still entranced from the display of that mushroom delicacy vanishing into Martine’s sexy mouth.

  “Perfect,” said Martine. “We are at the bar and will come get you when we are ready to leave. Anyone want to dance?”

  Barbie stood up after chewing and swallowing her mushroom. “I do!”

  Pam leaned back in her seat and watched them dance to the sexual swell of the music. Damn, this band is good! she thought as she bobbed gently to the beat. Barbie looked delicious in her red dress showing off her incredible body. She and Barbie did not get top dollar for their modeling at beer shows for nothing.

  Barbie and Martine ground against one another as though alone on the dance floor. Pam could almost feel Martine’s hard cock pressing against her own ass. She fidgeted in her seat, popped another mushroom into her mouth, and glanced at the bar. Martine’s friends were feasting their eyes upon her. She felt a little flash of apprehension, but quickly brushed it away.

  Martine and Barbie returned to the table. Flushed and tipsy, Barbie leaned over and placed a messy kiss on Pam’s cheek. “This is my best friend in the whole, wide world. We met when we both got hired on the same day…been best friends ever since!” she said with a drunken giggle and hugged Pam tight. Martine sensed this was the time to strike.

  “Ladies, again, I would like to invite you to come to my place and have a good time.” He nodded to his friends at the bar who were quickly finishing up their drinks. “Are you ready to party?”

  Pam looked over at his friends, and once again felt the hot flash of apprehension. She placed her hand on Barbie’s thigh under the table and squeezed hard.

  “I think we’ll pass. We’re coming back tomorrow night and we will probably see you again. It’s only our first night out on the town.”

  Barbie fidgeted, swayed a little drunkenly in her seat, and replied, “But Pam, I really wanted—” Pam squeezed her thigh harder. Barbie shut up.

  “Ohhhhh ladies.…” Martine spoke with a sexy, lazy smile. “That’s too bad…you don’t know what you are missing.” He pushed his chair back from the table, leaned back, and dropped his hand to his thick cock outlined under his linen trousers, stroking it lovingly. “Wouldn’t you love to have some of this?”

  Barbie stared and visualized what lie beneath the light colored material. Pam was adamant. “Maybe tomorrow night, Martine. Just not tonight,” she stated flatly.

  Martine stood, his cock fully outlined, primed for action. “Well then, ladies, I am truly disappointed, but we will be here tomorrow night and maybe at that time we can have a happy ending.” He politely nodded and headed for the bar to pick up his buddies. In another couple of minutes, they were all filing towards the exit without a backward glance.

  “Well, aren’t you the party pooper!” Barbie exclaimed, thoroughly disappointed.

  “I didn’t feel it, something was off. Four guys and the two of us? Who knows what was waiting back at his place?” Pam explained with a frown knitted between her brows. “More guys? Let’s just be careful, okay?”

  “Alright,” Barbie murmured as she picked at a piece of tasty chicken off a small skewer. “The appetizers are good.”

  “Excuse me,” a deep melodious voice came from behind them. A good-looking, older man stepped around to face them. “I was won
dering if I might be able to buy you lovelies a drink?”

  Not to turn away another admirer, Pam replied, “Of course you may.” The man caught the server’s eye and indicated by the nod of his head to bring another round.

  Boldly, he sat down in the newly vacated chair. “Was that young man giving you trouble?”

  “Oh no…he was nice enough, just invited us back to his place, but we said no. Maybe tomorrow night…it’s our first night out here in town. We’re on vacation,” Pam explained as she quickly took in this stranger’s good looks: tanned, with silvery, short-cropped hair. He wore obvious expensive labeled clothing. A couple of large gold rings adorned his middle fingers, and his open Ralph Lauren navy polo shirt revealed a heavy gold chain with a large ingot around his neck. The man had money.

  His unreadable, hooded dark brown eyes held hers until she felt a slow heat begin in her cunt. He had a faded scar running along his left jaw line, about six inches long. It gave him a mysterious, yet dangerous aura.

  “Drink up, girls,” he said raising his cocktail glass to them. “This is my hangout on Friday nights; lots of enjoyable, professional people come here. I noticed you two as you came in. I watched you dance with the young man and it looked like he was trying hard to convince you to go with him. My name is James, James Welborn. You can ask anyone behind the bar if they know me.” He nodded confidently in that direction.

  “I have a place not far from here, and also a yacht for which I’m known to have some pretty good parties on the water. I’m not trying to get you two alone and have my way with you like that other young man.” He flashed them a smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

  Something about him intrigued Pam. Not the money, not his good looks or demeanor. Just something was drawing her in…something she could not explain. “When is your next party?” she found herself asking.