Holding the door, Luigi was grinning.  "Good food," he said happily.  

    Collette climbed from the interior of the limousine, followed by Darlene and Melinda.  Travis and I were still clad only in panties and as we stood in the empty parking lot of a tiny restaurant I looked around nervously.  It was one thing to be on a beach where public nudity was commonplace, naked men and women soaking in the sun, but to be standing in a parking lot mostly nude was disconcerting.  

    Collette looked expectantly at Luigi and then back at Travis and I.  "No, no," he said, shaking his head, "private restaurant.  No one else.  No clothes okay."

    Collette smiled and said, "good."

    We followed our guide into the restaurant, Luigi holding the door open for us.  The restaurant was tiny, three booths lined the left hand wall and two on the right with two tables pushed together to form one sitting in the middle of the room.  A large red and white squared tablecloth spColletted the two tables.  From the left a set of swinging doors led into the kitchen where delightful smells wafted out to assail our nostrils and set our stomachs aflame with hunger.

    Luigi started at the head of the table and held a chair out.  Collette took the seat as Luigi pushed the chair forward.  Around the table he went, Melinda to Collette's right, followed by Travis.  Darlene took a seat directly opposite Collette and I took the seat to Collette's left.   "Dinner good, Betty help you shortly.  Yes?"

    Collette thanked Luigi in Italian and he beamed as he departed into the kitchen.  He did seem to have his contacts.

    Less than thirty seconds later a middle aged woman wearing a red blouse that buttoned up the front and a black skirt approached the table carrying five glasses of water on a small tray.  Under her arm was tucked the menus we would be perusing shortly.  She delivered the water to each of us and handed all of us a menu.  "My name is Betty," she said, her voice melodic, "and I will be serving you this evening."

    "Hello, Betty," Collette said, speaking for all of us.

    Betty smiled and said, "I'll be back in a moment."  She turned from the table, stopped, and looked back at Travis sitting closest to her, "nice panties."

    Travis blushed a deep red at her comment and Collette and Darlene laughed.  Melinda, catching the meaning of her words, joined in the laughter.   

    I blushed as well.  Both Travis and I were sitting bare-chested at the table.  Betty had commented on Travis' panties, and I knew that she was fully aware of what I was wearing even if she had not mentioned it at all.  Collette noticed my glowing face and smiled a grin of bemused pleasure.

    We perused the menu's that Betty had delivered, trying to decide on what to order for dinner.  Collette spoke in French to Travis and Melinda agreed with what she was saying.  Turning to me, ever the  translator, she told me, "I told Travis he should eat light.  He will be swallowing more than food this evening."

    That explained Travis' defeated tone.  He and Melinda spoke and when Betty returned Melinda ordered for Travis.  Betty took everyone's order, I had decided on some calamari in a white wine sauce that sounded delightful.  Collette had immediately said that she would have to try that before she placed an order for a lobster pate over rice with a raspberry sauce on the side.  It sounded decadent.

    Betty left to deliver our orders to the chef hidden away in the kitchen where Luigi was still ferreted away.  Collette, Melinda and Darlene chatted excitedly like lost friends reunited after a decade apart while Travis and I sat quietly in our panties.  Collette was the center of attention, translating as the conversation continued. 

    Betty continued to check on our progress, returning to fill our drink order, wine for the ladies, milk for Travis and I.  Betty delivered two baskets of steaming rolls with fresh butter.  The bread melted in our mouths, and we all commented on how delicious the rolls were, anticipating dinner being even better.

    Twenty minutes after taking our orders Betty delivered our meals.  The squid I ordered was delicious and Collette sampled it as well.   She raved over her lobster, purring in contented bliss over the tender meat coated in the sweet raspberry sauce.  Melinda, Darlene and Travis all were vocal in how exquisite their chosen meals were.  Once again Luigi had performed admirably, taking us to a hidden treasure.

    When the meals were finished, the ever attentive Betty delivered five goblets of lime sherbet that complimented the meal perfectly, cleansing the palate prior to the concluding cup of sweetened coffee with whipped cream and cinnamon.  

    When the meal was finished Luigi informed us that he had paid for the meal in advance and that recompense was not necessary.  Collette thanked him in his native Italian but commented privately that when our trip to Italy was concluded he would be compensated extravagantly and we all agreed that he deserved it.  

    Luigi led us from the restaurant with a joyous, "club yes?  Come.  Come."

   We filed out of the restaurant and into the waiting limousine.  Luigi climbed into the drivers seat and immediately started the car and began to drive to the club that Travis and I had made such a hit in the night before.  We knew without being told that what we were wearing was to be out attire for the evening ahead.  

    The sun had set in the sky and overhead the brilliant stars were competing with the lights of the city for attention.  As we left the city and once again cruised along the deserted road through the woods towards the club that we had visited the night before the lights of the city faded and the stars seemed to shine even brighter.  It was as if they were looking down in anticipation of the night ahead.  

    "You know," Collette commented almost casually, "if I were wearing panties they would be dripping."  She turned to Melinda and repeated what she had said in French and Melinda seemed to agree.  Collette was anticipating the night ahead, her voice thick with passion.  She looked at me, "eat me."

    I climbed from my seat opposite her and dropped to my knees on the carpeted floor of the limo.  Mood lights were illuminating the interior in its soft caress, bathing my face in a gentle glow.  Collette's face was pursed in anticipation, her eyes slightly closed as she watched my approach.  She moaned softly when my hands landed on her knees to gently spread her legs.  I ran my hands up her legs and reached for the waistband of her shorts.  Collette raised her body up on her hands to allow me to pull her shorts free of her body, revealing her wet sex to the wide-eyed gaze of the passengers of the limo.  

    "Yes," she breathed throatily.

    She was wet with excitement, thoughts of the upcoming night and the actions of the day had kept her aroused.  Her sex glistened in the soft light, her excitement evident in the damp folds of her sex.  Her command to eat her was more than just a demand for sex, it was a way to clean her pussy before we arrived at the club.  My tongue, extended in anticipation, lapped at her pussy.

    With the first gentle swipe of my tongue Collette moaned and forced my face against her pussy.  Her body was tense with need and she did not want a gentle caress of my tongue against her sex, her passion exploded and she pulled me into her.  

    Understanding her need by the pull on my hair I dove into her pussy with my tongue moving in rapid, forceful circles within the confines of her dripping sex.  I pushed my snakelike tongue into Collette as far as it would go, straining to reach greater depths.  With my tongue extended I made large counter-clockwise circles, spreading her sex, massaging the tender flesh.  Collette's fingers dug into my scalp as she continued to hold me against her body, pinning me against her pussy.

    Held firm, my face trapped against her sex I continued the rapid probing of my tongue.  Up, down, left, right, my tongue danced inside her sex.  I could taste her excitement, her wetness spilling into my mouth.  I continued to massage the soft interior of her pussy until her hips bucked and her fingers tensed against my scalp.  She came with a loud moan of pure delight as her hands dug into my hair.  

    Collette, her breathing slowing as she took deep breaths, released my head and pushed me gently away.  With my vision no longer confined to Collette's thighs and sex I found that Travis had his face buried trapped between Melinda's thighs.  Thoughts of the approaching night in the club and the decadent sight of me pinned between Collette's thighs, pleasuring her.

    Collette sighed and said, "we shouldn't leave Darlene out."

    I took her meaning and shifted on my knees until I was facing Darlene with Collette sitting behind me.  Darlene seemed more than eager to appreciate the feel of my tongue against her sex and as I walked forward on my knees she sat up and reached under her skirt and pulled the same blue panties that Travis had eaten her sex through many hours earlier down her legs.  She dangled her panties before my eyes and then casually dropped them onto the carpeted floor of the limo.  

    With a purr she spread her legs and inched her ass forward on the seat, displaying her sex to my gaze.  

    I slid my hands up Darlene's thighs and gently spread her legs wider.  Her sex was wet, moisture gleaming in the muted lights of the limousines interior.  I pushed my face against her body and extended my tongue.  Her scent was strong, her taste heavy.  I lapped at her pussy, running my tongue up from the leather seat to Darlene's extended clit.  I licked from top to bottom and back again, pleasuring her sex with the rapid nods of my head.

    Collette watched as Travis lapped at Melinda's naked sex and I ate Darlene.  She surveyed the activities, a queen monitoring the actions of her court.  The sounds of Darlene and Melinda mingled in the interior of the limousine, the combined smells of the excited women thick in the air.  "Wonderful," Collette whispered, watching.

    I continued to lick and probe Darlene's sex until her hips lifted off of the leather seat.  She bucked once against my face, sending me falling backwards.  She screamed in delight, her head thrown back to look at the roof of the vehicle.  I braced myself on my hands and knelt waiting just beyond the bent leg of Darlene's knee for her orgasm to pass.  Next to me I heard Melinda voice her pleasure and the sound of the two women rang out, echoing in the small, confined room.

    The limo turned from one tree lined road to the next and with a quick glance outside I realized that we were approaching the driveway of the club.  Collette moved forward in her seat to gaze at the cars that filled the parking lot as Luigi pulled to a stop.  Darlene straightened her skirt and Melinda pulled her clothes back on.  With a thud Luigi slammed his door and opened the door to the rear chamber, allowing our egress. 

    "Here, club," Luigi said.

    Collette climbed from the limo, followed by Melinda, and then Darlene.  A crowd of patrons were milling outside the door of the club and applause erupted when Travis climbed from the limousine.  Following behind Travis the elated sounds of wolf whistles and clapping escalated when I climbed from the rear of the car.  Our arrival was being greeted enthusiastically and I was certain our attire left no doubt that tonight would be a repeat of the night before.

    Luigi shut the door to the limo, sealing off any hope of hiding from the on looking crowd and the night that lay ahead.  I knew that there was no way to back out of whatever Collette had plColletted, we were here and we would follow her instructions.  She was running the show, leading us from place to place, from Egypt to France to Italy.  She led naturally, easily.  Travis and Melinda and Darlene were here freely, but Collette had exerted her will upon them, had guided them to follow us from their home.

    Collette was smiling as she said, "follow me, stay close."

    She turned and led us from the limousine while Luigi climbed behind the wheel to park for the long night.  Collette led with me staying right behind her.  Melinda followed me with Darlene bringing up the rear, just a few steps behind Travis.  As we climbed the stairs that led to the entrance to the club the applause erupted again, the cat calls, the shouts of enjoyment that we had made it.  I was blushing; it was obvious by the entourage that greeted us that our efforts of the night before had spread throughout the area.

    The whistles were burning in my ears and my cheeks were flush with embarrassment when derogatory shouts rang out.  I tried to tune out the shouts of "nice panties," and the like as a large man, obviously a bouncer, opened the doors for out entourage.  The music was blaring, the sound assaulting our senses, as we crossed the entrance into the club. 

    The dance floor was full, dozens of couples dancing to the rhythmic beat and blaring guitar.  There seemed to be more patrons in the club than there was the night before, a fact I was certain was spurred by the news of a repeat performance of the previous night by Travis and I.

    Collette led us to a table near the front of the club that had a "Reserved," sign posted on it.  She seemed to know that it was reserved for us.  As we walked around the edge of the club more wolf whistles, cat calls and applause rang out.  Collette just smiled, happy about our reception.  We took a seat and when a waitress approached to take out drink orders Collette ordered three, one for her, one for Melinda and the last for Darlene.  Once again Travis and I would not need alcohol.

    Five minutes later the drinks were delivered and when the waitress turned to leave Collette said, "I need the things I requested."  Her eyes were raised in merriment, as if the thoughts of the impending night was running merry little circles behind her eyes.

    "Right away, madam," the woman replied.  She hastened to retrieve the "things" that Collette had requested.  She had known we would be returning while Travis and I were performing the night before and had obviously made arrangements for some items she wanted or needed for this evening.   

    No more than two minutes had passed when a thin, attractive woman approached carrying a small box, "Collette," she said, smiling happily, "it is so nice that you made it."

    Collette stood up to shake her hand, "thank you, again, Shari, for your hospitality."

    "No, thank you."  She turned and indicated the huge crowd that filled the club.  Talking loudly to be heard over the music she continued, "this is the busiest we have been in months."

    "My pleasure," Collette smiled.  She took a sip of her whiskey and diet Coke and stood up.  Turning to Travis and I she said, "shall we?"

    It was not a question and Travis and I climbed to our feet.  Collette commanded me to grab the box and I carried it as I followed behind Travis as the three of us walked through the crowded club towards the men's room in the far left corner.

    Travis opened the door for Collette and she and I entered with Travis bringing up the rear.  She turned to Travis and said, "you will be in here."  She commanded him to remove Melinda's panties that he had been wearing all day and then had him sit on an empty stall.  She stood before him and bound his back to the silver pipes the were affixed to the walls, trapping him in place.  

    Grabbing another piece of rope from the box that I was still holding and bound his ankles to the toilet on which he sat.  He was not going anywhere.  She returned to the box again and grabbed a blindfold and a box of condoms.  She set the condoms on the floor next to Travis and then satisfied he knew where they were she covered his eyes.

    "Now," she explained, "you will give all of the men who come in here a blowjob.  The know you are foreplay so they will all have you stop," she paused and giggled, "well, most will have you stop.  When they do you will reach down and put one of the condoms on them.  They will go to the ladies room where Dennis will finish them off.  Then, after they come, they will return here to let you clean the condoms.  Do you understand."

    Travis sounded defeated, his head bowed, when he replied, "yes, Mistress Collette."

    "Good," she clapped merrily.  Turning to me she said, "follow me."

    Carrying the box in my hand I followed Collette across the front of the club in just her panties.  More shouts rang in my ears as the nights activities were spoken to me in graphic detail.  I followed her into the ladies restroom where I had spent the previous evening.  I placed the box on the counter per Collette's command and waited for her to continue.

    "Take your panties off."

    I reached down and slid the white fabric down my legs until I stood there nude.  I watched as Collette unfastened her shorts and pulled them off of her body.  

    "Very good," Collette smiled, standing there denuded from the waist down, "please put them on me."

    It was highly erotic to me and my cock bobbed excitedly as I bent forward with Collette's panties held open at the waistband.  She stepped into them, one leg at a time and then slowly, with a gentle back and forth motion I pulled them up her bare legs, positioning them correctly on her body.  "Now my shorts."   I grabbed her shorts and eased them up her body as well until once again she was dressed.  

    She pointed to the same stall I had used the day before and told me to turn around and place my hands against the steel latticework of piping that served as the toilets plumbing.  With my hands gripping the pipes she began to tie my hands in place, ensuring that I could not stand up or pull away from the commode.  From my bent position I watched as she place two bottles of lube on the ground next to me.  I knew what purpose it would serve and swallowed heavily, the reality of my predicament weighing heavily on my mind.

    "You know what's going to happen.  Don't disappoint me."  She turned and left me alone to wait.

    I heard the door of the bathroom shut as she departed.  I tugged at the rope that held my limbs firmly; I was bound for the duration, until she chose to untie me.  I shifted in my bent forward position trying to find a comfortable position with the limited freedom I had.  I bent my knees shortly to ease the tension in them, but even that movement did little to ease the discomfort of my position.

    I let out a small groan when the door to the bathroom door opened.  The first of how many times? I wondered silently.  

    "This beats all," a masculine voice rang out behind me.  I could almost hear him shaking his head.  "You gave me a blowjob last night and I guess that wasn't enough, huh?"

    I wondered briefly if the question was directed at me.  I saw a flash of movement and heard the sound of the lubricant being applied to the condom that I knew Travis had applied just moments ago.  I exhaled heavily when I felt the man's hands grip my hips.  He rubbed his erection against my ass and I could feel the cold lube as it coated my skin and ran down my leg.  I gasped when his cock slipped into my ass.

    Behind me I heard the unseen man groan in delight.  When his cock was fully buried, his thighs rubbing against the back of mine, he began to pull his cock out of my ass only to drive it back in.  I rocked against the commode I was bound too, unable to pull away, the rope only allowing me the limited freedom to rock with the pounding motion of the stranger fucking my ass.

    He continued to fuck me, rapidly bringing himself to completion, spilling his seed into the condom that Travis had applied.  He pulled himself from me and I could feel the cool air of the room as it chilled the lubricant that was still on and in my ass.  "Thanks," he said almost as an afterthought as he left the bathroom to return the used condom to Travis' waiting mouth. 

    About thirty seconds later a second man took his place.  He entered, lubed his cock, fucked me rapidly and departed without saying a word.  It was humiliating and my face burned because of it. I was a receptacle, nothing more. I was a nameless, faceless hole in which countless men came and took their pleasure with no regard to the hole involved.  

    The second man came and left to return the now full condom to Travis.  Then the third came, then the fourth.  It was an endless streams of unseen cocks, some larger, some smaller, all of them taking their pleasure in my upturned ass.  During the night Collette had come to watch, to comment and to praise, to taunt and tease.  The pleasure in her voice was evident as she spoke, her voice thick with passion.  She was enjoying the evening and the position she had Travis and I bound in.  

    I lost count of the number of men that had come to take their pleasure, each one just another in a long string.  When the door clicked shut on the last one Collette was there.  "My turn," she said, her voice grating with passion.  She stepped behind me, "I don't think you need any lubricant," she giggled looking at the thick coating of the clear liquid that seeped from my ass.  She stepped forward and I gasped as the largest cock of the evening slipped into my ass.

     Collette fucked me furiously, relieving her passion in my upturned ass.  She pounded my ass with the huge invader.  With each inward stroke she paused, rotated the cock in my ass in huge circles that seemed to stretch my used and abused ass even more, before pulling the cock outward again.  In, rotate, out, she repeated the actions over and over, groaning in delight as her actions progressed.

    She was moaning in pleasure, the cock that was affixed to her hips massaged her moistness, providing her physical pleasure as well as the emotional and spiritual pleasure she received from fucking me.  I found myself moaning in response to her ministrations, the cock in my ass urging my cock into turgidity.  

    She continued fucking me, faster and faster her hips bucked into mine.  Her hands climbed off of my hips and with deeper thrusts she reached out and grabbed my shoulders.  The added leverage allowed her to pound deeper into my ass and when she did her voice pierced the silence, echoing off the small walls, "God!" she screamed, her passion climbing into orgasmic bliss.  "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God," the last one stretched out into infinity.  

    With the cock buried in my ass I felt Collette tugging on the straps that had held the dildo affixed to her hips.  With the cock unfastened from her she stepped away, leaving the cock buried in my ass.  She reached around me and tied the two leather straps around my waist.  The straps guaranteed that the cock would not slip from its anal embrace.  "Don't go away," Collette told me, "it's Melinda's turn."

    Collette stood up and left the bathroom, the door clicking shut loudly behind her.  Melinda was next, Collette had informed me, and after that I knew that Darlene would come and fuck me as well.  I wondered as I waited for Melinda to make her appearance if Darlene had ever used an artificial penis on a man.  I realized that I w would probably find out.

    The bathroom door opened and when she spoke I knew it was Melinda.  The words were French and I did not fully understand them.  She stepped behind me and gripped my hair, pulling until I was looking as high as my stretched neck would allow.  She held my head with her left hand and in her right she showed me a condom filled with the spent semen of one of the men that had been here.  Smiling with a cruel grin she nodded and I understood her intention.  I opened my mouth and waited for her to pour the thick contents inside.

    The taste of the semen was strong on my tongue and I swallowed heavily.  Behind me Melinda clapped her hands once in giddy delight, happy that I had obeyed.  From behind me Melinda pulled her hem of the floral dress she was wearing and stepped forward until her naked thighs pressed against mine.  I felt the straps of the dildo being untied from around my waist and then Melinda fastened them around her back.

    She began to fuck me as Collette had.  She started slow, a gentle in and out motion and as her excitement grew so to did the speed at which she pulled the huge dildo from my ass and the fury at which she drove it back in.  With each passing moment she was fucking my harder and faster.  Her breathing became gasps as she began moaning in delight, her body climbing to completion.

    I was grunting with each inward stroke of her artificial  cock when she finally came, her screams of passion echoing in the small room.  She bent forward and pressed her elbows in my back, her hips bobbing as her orgasm swept through her body.  She kept lying on my back until her breathing became more normal.  Straightening up she reached behind her and unfastened the leather straps and once again tied them around my waist.  She spoke quickly, the only word I recognized was, "Darlene."

    The bathroom door closed behind her and once again I was left by myself to await Darlene's arrival.  The bathroom door opened and a woman entered, used the stall next to me and left.  I had forgotten that I was still in the women's bathroom and realized that I had been oblivious to what had been going on around me as I was being used by countless men.  The bathroom had to have been used by the club's patrons only I was too intent on what was happening to me to notice.

    I shifted uncomfortably again in my bonds and was surprised to hear Darlene behind me, "not uncomfortable are you?"

    I jumped in startled shock at the voice, "a little," I admitted, not sure if the question needed an answer.

    "Good," she said, "I liked watching you shift around in the bonds.  Very hot."

    She stepped forward, her thighs pressing against mine.  She had removed her skirt and panties and after untying the straps from around my waist she attached them behind her back.  Her body was now affixed to mine with by the thick cock buried in my ass.   Wasting no time she began fucking me in earnest.

    She was violent, pounding into me with a fury I had never felt.  I was rocking with each powerful lunge, using my hands as a brace against the pipe that my captive wrists were bound too.  She came quickly, the fury of her actions and her arousal of seeing my struggles racing through her body.  She exploded almost quietly, only her hissing breath and the feel of her nails scraping down my body notified me of her orgasm.

    She kept the cock buried in my ass until her breathing returned to normal.  I gasped when she finally pulled the monster cock from my ass.  I turned my head to watch what she was doing but my sight limited by the metallic walls of the stall in which I found myself trapped. I heard her run the water and realized that she was most likely washing the artificial penis.

    Darlene returned to my side and unbound me.  I sighed happily as I stretched my limbs after a few hours of bound compliance.  Darlene chuckled as she told me to place my arms behind my back.  She tied them in place, rendering my arms impotent.  She gripped my soft cock and pulled me naked from the bathroom to the table where we had started the evening.  Collette greeted me with a smile, "how are you?"

    I sat down next to her gingerly, wincing at the discomfort of my ass, "fine, thank you, Mistress."

    Melinda, Collette and Darlene continued their three way conversation with Collette serving admirably as translator.  Another round of drinks was delivered and I was given a large glass of water which I drank thirstily.  I wondered if Travis was still in the bathroom and when I got up to use the facilities Collette spoke up, "bring Travis back with you.  Make sure he sucks you off first."

    Standing next to the table I said, "yes, Mistress."  Smiling I walked naked to the bathroom.  Nobody seemed concerned with my lack of attire, the activities of the evening having spread through the club; my nudity was an expected sight though I did feel like an animal in a cage with unseen eyes staring at me. 

    I walked in and found Travis still bound to the commode and his eyes still covered by the dark blindfold that Collette had placed over his eyes hours ago.  I grinned as I stepped to him and watched as he raised my head at the sound of my approach.  His lips were pursed and his face coated with semen.  He look disheveled and defeated, humiliated and tired.  

   I stepped forward and rested my cock on his lips.  Immediately and obediently he opened his mouth and dutifully sucked my turgid cock until I was throbbing in need.  I gasped once and ejaculated into his mouth, my hands flexing and relaxing with the pleasure of my orgasm.  I stepped away from Travis and turned towards the sinks.

    I washed my hands and then walked to the bathroom door.  I opened the door and then let it shut behind me.  I listened as Travis struggled against the ropes that held him firmly in place.  I smiled when I opened the door again and the sound of Travis bucking against the bonds ceased.  "Travis," I said as if I had just entered the bathroom, "I'm going to untie you."

    He said something I did not understand but I took as heartfelt agreement.

    Crossing the room again I untied Travis and he immediately pulled the blindfold off of his eyes.  He pushed past me and made his way to the sink where he washed his face vigorously and gargled with mouthful after mouthful of the water that he pulled into his mouth directly from the tap, trying to wash the taste of countless men's seed from his burning throat.

    He gargled twice before standing up straight.  He massaged his wrists, rubbing the burning feeling that the ropes left lingering on his skin.  He turned his head side to side as if he could shake away with the memories of the past few hours.  I motioned for him to follow me and together we left the bathroom and returned to the table where Collette, Melinda and Darlene were still chatting merrily.

    Melinda greeted Travis and his face burned at her comment.  Collette laughed heartily but didn't let me in on the joke that had shamed Travis and amused her so soundly.  

    The three ladies spent another hour dancing on the crowded floor with each other or with any man that they wanted.  They were leaders and the group seemed to sense it on an imperceptible level; throughout the night nothing was denied them.  They were enjoying the evening, their laughter mixing with the throbbing beat of the music and the joyous sounds of delight that filled the crowded club.  

   Luigi came to the table and announced in his broken English that the tab had been paid and that he was waiting for us in the limousine.  I thanked him for the knowledge and he left the club to wait in the parking lot for our return.  

    The three of them danced four more dances before returning, giggling and smiling to the table.  Collette immediately took charge, "let's go."

    The five of us left the club, Travis and I naked, the three ladies still wearing the clothing they had worn throughout the day.  Luigi greeted us in his usual mColletter, "club fun, yes, yes?"

    "Yes," Collette agreed as she climbed through the door that Luigi was holding for us.  "Very good time."  

    We all climbed inside and then Luigi shut the door.  He climbed into the driver's seat and asked, "where go?"

    "Home," Collette said, and silently we all agreed.

    Luigi drove us back the way we had came.  The five of us sat quietly in the back of the limousine, the track lighting providing a romantic glow to our worn and tired faces.  It had been a long day of shopping, visiting the beach, and the climatic return to the club that we had visited the night before.  I closed my eyes and leaned back against the soft leather seat.  

    "Where to next?" Collette asked, speaking quietly, "any recommendations?"

    A brief discussion ensued with Melinda and Darlene each throwing out recommendations.  I heard "Greece," and "Israel," and "Australia."  They were talking quietly as I listened with half an ear and tightly shut eyes.  I was worn out and felt the fatigue wash over my body like a wave; I was ready for bed.

    "It's settled then," I heard Collette proclaim as Luigi parked the limousine next to the ship. 

    Briefly I wondered where she had decided.  

    Luigi opened his door and climbed from the limousine.  He opened the rear door and once again the five of us climbed free of the warm embrace of the limo's interior.  The ship was behind us, dozens of light illuminating her shiny facade.  "Home, yes," Luigi said.

    Collette stepped forward and embraced Luigi, wrapping her arms around his big shoulders.  She kissed him briefly on the cheek and said, "you have been a wonderful guide, Luigi.  Thank you so very much."  

    He hugged her back and looking quizzically he asked, "you leave now?"

    Collette nodded, "yes, Luigi.  We are."

    "I sorry to see you go," he said.  He paused briefly and I wondered if he was going to ask if he could accompany us.  "It has been my pleasure," he said slowly in perfect English.

    "Thank you, Luigi," Collette repeated.  She opened her purse and handed Luigi a large stack of bills and said, "take this."

    Luigi smiled and took the pile of dollars from Collette's hand and thrust them in his pocket uncounted.  "Thank you," he nodded.  

    We all paid our respects to Luigi, each of us thanking him for the wonderful service he had provided as our tour guide.  We each acknowledged how lucky we were to have had him show us the sites and whisk us away to the fabulous restaurants we had visited.  

    Bidding us a fond farewell Luigi asked, "where go now?"

    As we ascended the gangplank Collette replied, "Tahiti."

    Luigi just smiled.

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