Buying the Virgin

And so, it is Summer. And we are free: me, my Master and Michael.

Having driven for an hour or so, we are coming close to our destination. Driving along the coast road, the sea close by, sparkling blue, and the sky an azure dome above, it could not be more perfect.

“According to the sat-nav, we should be nearly there.” says my Master, brow furrowed in puzzlement, “but I can’t see anything. Either of you spot anything I’m missing?”

Certainly, there is nothing that looks like a beach house in sight. There are dunes, pinned in place with tough grasses and with little pink belled creeping plants sprawling across the sand, a couple of small boats moored by a tiny quay, fishermen’s boats perhaps, and a small hotel a mile or so away. It is a gorgeous spot, but there is nothing that resembles the timber built, wooden shuttered beach house of my imagination.

Loaned to my Master for the Summer by the CEO of the company he is contracted to. The three of us: my Master, Michael, my Lover, and I, have travelled here to spend time together and generally, have fun…. but where is it?

“Perhaps we should ask at that hotel?” suggests Michael. “With so few houses around, they’re bound to know where it is, surely?”

“Mmmm, yes.” My Master nods and turns the car around, again, this being the third circuit we have made of this stretch of road.

Pulling up outside, he jumps out of the car, knocking at the entrance. The hotel, while small, looks expensive, with marbled steps leading up to an intricately carved door in some beautiful, dark hardwood. Tiled pathways lead around the sides, to terraces perhaps? And beyond…. is a view of naught but blue and white from one horizon to the other.

There is no reply.

He knocks again. Still no reply.

He stands back, looking around, puzzled, then after a moment he glances across to us, smiles, and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a key.

Slipping it into the lock, it turns…. and the door opens. Grinning, he turns back to us, waving his arms to invite us in.

Michael and I gape.

“This is the ‘beach house’ you’ve been loaned?” laughs Michael.

“That guy you’re working for must really like you, Master.”

He says nothing, shaking his head and looking smug.

Inside, we stand in a spacious hall, high ceilings and chandeliers above us, rooms off to either side. The floor is elegantly tiled, leading right through the house, to a vast picture window overlooking the sea.

“Oh…. My….God….” I say.

“I see why you were so keen to get that contract,” he says. “If this is one of the side benefits….. No wonder you wanted

smile inwardly at the sort of ‘celebration’ my Master is likely to have chosen. My

hesitates, looking away. “I bought myself a very expensive

what I know of my Master. I know what he drives. He didn’t buy himself a flashy car. He doesn’t wear designer watches or jewellery, and his clothes, while

the house. Is he avoiding me?

did he buy himself?”

sideways. “You figure it out…” he

?

?

Ohhhh….

Me?

bought

to myself, I follow the two through the beautiful house, almost walking into them

disappearing out of sight at either end of the bay. Palm trees sway over the house, and the sea is jade, fading on the

Wow!

this for the

did say it’s a private beach, but….” He

more pragmatic. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. If you’re getting this thrown in, he’s going to work your arse off

would think so,

swings around to the side of the house.

eyes follow mine, and they both

the sea?” chuckles Michael.

I push at Michael. Caught by surprise, he staggers, then falls, but as he goes, grabs me by the wrist, pulling me in after him. Shrieking with laughter, I tumble in, still fully clothed, then

Master stands staring down at us, both splashing around, his expression amused. “If you don’t mind, children, I’m going to change into something more appropriate before

of water as we

as well it’s private here,” he comments, as we shake ourselves off,

Do

of the hall. “I’ve just brought them all