Free Cayman Desires by Sabel Simmons

now … ruthlessly!   Moreover, he made it clear
that he lusts after her body … and after the scene in her office; she knew he
was going to pursue that too … ruthlessly.
    All around them were gaily-dressed
pirates, tavern wenches and sailors.  The spirit of the Pirates’ festival was
present everywhere you looked.  The sound of laughter and music filled the air
all around so that even the trees looked as though they were dancing and having
fun.
    Clarissa and Bette stood
on the first floor veranda looking down at the festivities below them.  Both
relieved that the night so far was a success and no problems have veered its
ugly head.  Bette was dressed as a “deck hand”, barefoot, torn shirt and pants,
her hair in tangles with an old knitted cap stuck on her head.  Even dressed
like that, she was a beauty.
    Clarissa opted for
something a bit more formal and looked super sexy in the finery of a female
pirate.  She wore tight black leather pants that molded to her curves, with
black knee high boots over it. The snow-white silk shirt caressed all the
contours of her body and hugged her full breasts.  A make believe pirates sword
on a broad belt adorned her hips and her hair hung loose down her back. Big
hoop earrings glittered in her ears and a replica of Captain Hooks’ black hat
sat on her head.  The two of them looked like real life pirate and mate!
    Her eyes skimmed the
entertainment area below and came to rest at a table next to the pool.  Her
breath caught in her throat. Raymond was a picture of rugged handsomeness;
somewhat how Blackbeard must have looked like, minus the beard.  He even wore a
black eye patch over one eye!
    Bette also caught sight
of him and exclaimed, “Goodness!  The two of you look like mirror images of each
other! You could be the Bonny and Clyde of pirates!”   She giggled and Clarissa
smiled back.
    “I think it is time we
mingled.  We can’t allow all these pirates and rough sea sailors to roam free
around here!”
    Laughingly they made
their way down the stairs. Some of their regular guests, who wanted to know
more of the festivities to come, almost instantly surrounded Clarissa.  She was
in her element, carefree and enjoyed every minute of it.  She left the hotel
for the swimming pool area, where the tables were set for dinner, specifically
to accommodate the performance that would be show cased afterwards.
    As far as she went, she
stopped and chatted to the guests, leaving smiles in her wake.  She was very
popular with everyone on the island, but more so with the guests.  Some were
regulars who returned every year for the pirate’s festival and already knew her
quite well.
    Suddenly two strong
arms captured her from behind and drew her back against a warm body. She
stiffened and pushed at the arms around her. Immediately they loosened and she
swung around.
    “Oh … Trace!”  Relief
resonated from her voice.
    His mischievous grin
would have melted many a heart. He spread his arms wide.
    “Now who else would be
so forward as to manhandle a feared pirate in public?  E’ning, my lady pirate. 
You are looking beautiful as always!”
    He took her by the
shoulders, spun her in a full circle, and gave a low whistle when she faced him
again.
    “Hm … mmm .. Hm … you
are going to break some poor sailors’ heart tonight that is for sure!”
    She laughed with him,
her eyes shining in merriment.  “And you, dashing sir, some poor tavern
wench’s!”
    He draped his arm
around her and steered her towards the bar.  “What can I get Lady Red to
drink?”   She glanced at him with a question in her eyes.  He wiggled his
eyebrows at her.  “Well, you are a pirate!  Every pirate must have a feared
name!”
    She burst out
laughing.  “And Lady Red is going to make all those sailors quiver in their
boots?”
    Laughingly they got
their drinks and took a leisurely walk around the pool, Clarissa waving at
people as she passed them by.
    Throughout it all, she
was