Brianna Clarke, in the Caribbean

More silence.

"Oh well." She'd never done this before.

She lay down on the chaise lounge, separated her legs, and eased the cigar into her snatch. She pretended it was a fragile dildo being cautious because she didn't want it to break and leave cigar leaves in her pussy. She rotated it around and slipped it in and out of her cunt.

It was surprisingly stimulating. She cooed in delight.

When she thought it was sufficiently covered with her juices, she amorously handed it to him.

He smelt the cigar and then licked the end that had been in her crotch.

"Now that's a fine cigar."

She lit it for him. He blew out a smoke ring.

"Aaah," he sighed.

They contently watched the meteor shower in silence.

After he'd finished his cigar, they walked naked to her bungalow. She carried their clothes. He carried her telescope.

At her front door she said. "Do you want to come in?"

"I'm with my girlfriend."

"Maybe another time," she said suggestively.

There was agony in his face as he left the telescope at her door and departed with his clothes.

* * * * *

Wednesday

Prior to the sailboat race, MaryBeth checked out every detail of the Albacore, the four and half meter long two-person fiberglass racing dinghy. She was in a blue spandex one-piece swimsuit.

Brianna Clarke strolled down the dock barefoot and topless wearing a bright red bikini bottom. Her sun-bleached blonde ponytail hung out the back of a Blue Jays baseball cap. In her beach bag were a towel, sunscreen, and a water bottle.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Brianna. Your crew."

"You're mistaken if you thought you could distract the other sailors with those perky breasts of yours. We wear these."

She tossed Brianna an orange puffy lifejacket.

Brianna put on the jacket and stowed her beach bag beside MaryBeth's under the transom.

They set sail. It was 10 am, cloudless sky, strong wind, slight chop in the water.

MaryBeth sat at the stern with her right hand on the tiller, her left arm on the gunwale, and her feet on the centreboard box. She didn't move again until they returned to the dock.

Their unsaid roles were clear. MaryBeth skippered the vessel, controlled the mainsail, and gave the orders. Brianna handled the jib and obeyed instructions.

They became a competent and adept racing team. MaryBeth sensed the movement of the wind, the waves, and other boats. Brianna anticipated MaryBeth's commands before they were given moving from port to starboard as smoothly as a metronome.

Boat 19 refused to yield right of way as they rounded the first marker.

"Buoy room," MaryBeth shouted.

The other vessel held its course. MaryBeth jerked the tiller to starboard to avoid a collision slowing the sailboat as it eased around the buoy in fifth place.

"That bastard. Throw up a protest flag."

Brianna looked under the gunnels, the transom, and in MaryBeth's bag.

"We don't have one," she said.

"Improvise."

Protest flags were red. Where was something red?

Without any hesitation, Brianna slipped off her bikini bottom, attached it a halyard, and hoisted the makeshift protest emblem.

"Good choice," the skipper said smiling. "You're a lovely distraction."

A thin rectangle of red pubic hair about three centimetres wide and seven centimetres long trimmed to a brush cut length graced Brianna's mons pubis just above her vagina.

The second leg was a windward tack. Brianna, stretched out on her back, held the jib at a ninety-degree angle on the starboard side. Her thighs pressed against the transom. Her separated legs kept her within the dinghy.

They rounded the marker in third place ahead of Boat 19.

Down the windward leg they tack so smoothly and efficiently that they crossed the finish line in first place.

"Take down the protest flag," MaryBeth said. "We won. That's all that matters."

They cruised back to the dock where the resort personnel took care of the boat after they landed.

"It's noon," MaryBeth said, "Hungry?"

"Famished."

"Want to lunch at the grill?"

"How about an intimate lunch at your place?"

MaryBeth smiled. "Okay."

They walked leisurely to her bungalow, MaryBeth taking measured steps. They passed the resort manager who carried a clipboard in his left hand.

Her unit that was similar in design to Tom and Alex's as well as her own.

"Order room service while I freshen up," MaryBeth said as she slowly entered the bedroom.

Brianna picked up the phone and ordered lunch. Then she visibly checked out the bungalow. No obvious places to hide a diamond. She ambled onto the private terrace. The perfume of exotic flowers filled the air.

MaryBeth bounded onto the terrace wearing a floral print sarong and nothing else.

"Beer?"

"Sure."

She pulled two Lorraine's out of the bar fridge, opened them, and handed one to Brianna.

They drank from the bottle.

"Tastes like wet grass," Brianna said.

"It's an acquired taste."

They relaxed on wicker recliners on the terrace. Palm trees swayed in the afternoon breeze.

"We worked very well together," Brianna said. "Where'd you learn to sail?"

"I've been sailing since a kid. You?"

"I'm a spoiled trust-fund brat," Brianna lied. "I went to the best schools. Learned how to play sports, including swimming and sailing. Now I travel around the world having fun. That's how I can afford to stay at a posh resort such as this. What about you?"

"I'm an asset advisor."

"What's that?

"I tell people what to buy and what not to buy?"

"Cool. Here on a holiday?"

"Not quite. A client invited me to party with his friends and business associates on his yacht for his fifty-birthday."

"Wow. You know influential people?"

"Only through email. I met my client in-person for the first time on this cruise."

"What's he like?"

"Rich."

There was a knock at the door and a waiter entered pushing a cart.

"Where would like to dine?"

"Here on the terrace."

He spread a white linen tablecloth, and then set the table with cutlery and white linen napkins.

The bare breasted women took their seats at the table.

The attentive waiter laid out sandwiches and sangria and then left.

While they ate, they talked about work. Brianna lied and spoke about the travails of being an only child. MaryBeth told stories about philistines who were only interested in acquiring assets if they earned sizeable returns on their investments.

"Are many of your clients like that?" Brianna asked.

"Fortunately, not many."

"I hear hesitation in your voice."

"I have a client who collects exquisite pieces of art and jewelry. But they're simply investments that he hopes will go up in value. He has no appreciation of the beauty of the things he owns."

"How do you deal with that attitude?"

"I take what I can get."

Then they became more intimate, laughing about sexual conquests, ranking lovers, describing positions that work, and those that were a disaster. The pros and cons of men and women as sex partners.

Brianna knew this was intellectual foreplay.

Lunch ended.

They locked eyes, holding their gazes that seemed to be never ending.

MaryBeth momentarily looked away and then back at Brianna with a seductive smile.

They stood and embraced.

"I love the fell of skin on skin. Your breasts pressing against mine."

"So do I."

They kissed, long and passionately.

Holding her hand, MaryBeth led Brianna into the bedroom. She undid her sarong and Brianna removed her bikini bottom. They crumpled naked onto the bed.

It began with sensual kisses and tender caresses followed by tonguing each other in a sixty-nine position. They murmured in mutual delight.

MaryBeth rolled off Brianna, reached over, and she opened the drawer of the end table. She removed a twenty-five-centimeter battery-powered dildo that she turned on.

They smiled at one another.

MaryBeth stimulated Brianna's clit while she licked and sucked on her nipples.

Brianna cooed in delight.

The experienced MaryBeth skillfully drove Brianna wild with sexual arousal.

Brianna squirmed and whimpered. Her legs shook, her toes curled.

MaryBeth sucked on Brianna's clit.

Brianna panted.

MaryBeth rotated the dildo while easing it further into Brianna's cunt.

Bathed in perspiration Brianna screamed in ecstasy.

It took two minutes for her to return to earth.

After she regained her breath, she said, "My turn."

She took the dildo from MaryBeth and used it to massage the lips of the other woman's vulva.

MaryBeth moaned.

Slowly Brianna eased the devise into MaryBeth's pussy. More sounds of pleasure.

She slid down the bed so that she was facing MaryBeth's hairy cunt. She fully inserted the dildo into MaryBeth. More cries of enjoyment.

Separating her pubic hairs with her fingers Brianna began to lick MaryBeth's clit.

"Oh fuck yes."

The combination of the dildo and Brianna's tongue sent MaryBeth over the edge.

"OH MY GOD."

Her ecstasy juices squirted onto Brianna's face.

Brianna removed the dildo from MaryBeth's pussy and used the sheet to clean her face.

She rolled onto her back lazed by the hypnotic rotation of the overhead fan.

What a morning! Strenuous exercise on a sailboat, followed by hot sex. Working vacations didn't get any better than this.

They cuddled in one another's arms drifting into a mild sleep.

Ten minutes later Brianna awoke.

As she slipped out of the bed, she noticed a large butt plug in the end table drawer along with another dildo. Very kinky.

Exiting the bungalow silently, she thought that maybe, next time, they'd use all those toys in their love making.

Would there be a next time?

Focus on the task at hand, she reminded herself. The diamond. Not carnal desires.

She headed towards the swimming area.

She'd checked out Tom, Alex, and MaryBeth. That left one other suspect.

* * * * *

Brianna contentedly ambled towards the pool wearing her sandals, red bikini bottom, Blue Jay cap, and nothing else. The afternoon sun warmed her back. The sweet scent of jasmine was in the air. Vacationers laughed, splashed in the pool, and soaked up the sun.

"Hi," Norman said rising from his chaise lounge underneath a huge multicoloured umbrella. "Care you join us?"

"Sure."

"This is my girlfriend, Crystal."

She was an Asian looking twenty-something, half Norman's age and half his size. Her blue tie-dyed bikini accentuated her thin waist and small breasts. Tattoos decorated her wrists and ankles.

They shook hands. Brianna sat on a chair and put her tote bag next to Crystal's.

"I was anxious to meet you," Crystal said. "Norman told me about last night."

Brianna waited. Was she in trouble because she'd put his cigar in her pussy?

"We talked about why he never asked me to do something like that."

"Uh-huh."

"We talked and talked and concluded that it was because you were a stranger."

"A one-night cigar stand?" Brianna said.

"Exactly. Lots of fun. No commitment. He also said that he reluctantly declined your invitation to have sex with him."

Reluctant? After she'd set up the whole telescope stargazing routine and the naked swim.

"He confessed to me that he really wanted to have sex with you."

"Uh-huh."

"Then we talked about my sexual fantasy."

He gave her a smile. Was it sheepish or lustful?

"I want to try a threesome," Crystal said.

OMG. After last night on the beach, Brianna knew that Norman wasn't carrying the diamond in his clothes nor on his body. Was she now being invited into their bungalow so that she could check out his girlfriend?

Brianna gave a head nod to the hotel manager who was standing near the pool. He quickly turned and hurried away.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning," Norman said. "We'd like you to join us this evening for dinner so that we can get to know one another. Then, if you're comfortable ..."

"Why wait?" Brianna said. "Let's have a drink now."

Over margaritas, Brianna repeated her lie about bring a spoiled trust-fund brat, Crystal said she was a software programmer, and Norman talked about investment risks, rates of return, and portfolio diversity. Brianna didn't understand any of it.

As Brianna repositioned her chair to stay in the shade, she knocked over Crystal's tote bag with her foot.

"Oh sorry," she said as she quickly ducked under the table to retrieve everything that spilt out of the tote. Coverup, suntan lotion, cellphone, water bottle, cheap romance novel, vitamin pills. No diamond.

Crystal got down on all fours. The two women gazed at one another, silently communicating sexual needs while underneath the table.

Rising, Cystal said to Norman, "We're going to fuck. Care to join us?"

On their way to their bungalow, they passed the resort manager who carried towels in his left hand.

Their unit was identical to Tom and Alex's, MaryBeth's, and her own except that it stank of cigars. The main room was filled with ashtrays and boxes of cheap local cigars. Each box was large enough to hold the Kimberly diamond. The tables were littered with Cuban Cohiba labels.

"I'm taking some smokes home for friends," Norman said.

Brianna and Crystal ignored his inane comment. They eyed each other like prize fighters before a bout.

Undoing her bra and tossing it aside, Crystal strolled over to Brianna.

"I've never done it with a woman before."

She gave Brianna a gently kiss while rubbing her breasts against the other woman's naked chest.

For Brianna, the kiss lacked fire.

"What about me?" Norman said.

Crystal French kissed him.

"I've never done it with a man and a woman at the same time," Crystal said.

Was there hesitancy in her voice?

They stripped and adjourned to the bedroom.

Brianna carried their discarded swimsuits.

Crystal fell onto the bed and separated her legs. Brianna laid the swimwear on the dresser and positioned herself facing Crystal's shaved pussy.

Norman lit a cigar and dropped into the wicker chair where he could observe the women.

The overhead fan blew the cigar smoke out the open windows.

Brianna pulled Crystal's pussy lips apart and began to kiss and lick Crystal's blood red vulva.

"Oh... my ... God," Crystal moaned. "So, this is what it's suppose to feel like."

Had Norman never eaten her pussy? Brianna thought.

A few minutes later, Crystal's hips began to buck.

"Oh, fuck I think I'm going to cum."

Already?

"FUUUUUUUCCCCCCK."

She orgasmed and shot her pussy juices all over Brianna's face.

OMG. This was the second time this afternoon she'd been creamed.

It took several minutes for Crystal to regain her breath.

"That's what you're suppose to do, Norman."

Brianna cleaned herself with the sheet ... again.

"Do you want to do me?" Brianna asked Crystal.

"Um ..." Once again uncertainty.

"No. Let's have a threesome." Norman said.

A naked Norman lay on his back on the bed. Crystal mounted him facing forward. Brianna lowered herself onto Norman face.

Crystal began to hump Norman's cock with the energy of a teenager. She was obviously enjoying the experience. Lips parted, eyes closed, breathing rapidly.

Then, she learned forward and kissed Brianna tentatively. Her kisses were superficial and devoid of emotion.

Brianna sensed that Crystal was not having the erotic experience that she envisioned. A female-female-male relationship was not to her liking.

Meanwhile, Norman was failing miserably at licking and sucking Brianna's pussy. She understood why he flunked in the cunnilingus department.

Time to go, she thought as she eased herself off Norman and the bed.

"I think you'll have more fun if I'm not here," Brianna said as she quit the bedroom leaving Crystal and Norman fucking on the bed.

Slipping into her bikini bottom, she sauntered to her own bungalow smiling. Not from sexual satisfaction with Crystal and Norman but because she knew who had the Kimberly Diamond and where it was hidden.

* * * * *

That evening Mr. Berton's twenty-four party guests enjoyed a sumptuous outdoor feast as gentle Caribbean breezes ruffled the white linen clothes on the dining room tables. A three-member steel drum band played calypso music while attentive waiters bused the tables.

Off to the side, at a private table, lounged Brianna Clarke in an orange slip dress and Malcom in a white suit.

"Were all these people on the birthday cruise?" she asked.

"It was an opportunity to put faces to names. Most of Mr. Berton's business is online."

"So, neither you nor Mr. Berton know them personally."

"Please tell me something I don't already know."

"Norman is illegally importing local cigars by disguising them as Cuban Cohibas."

There was an audible intake of breathe.

"I was told about the cigars and labels but didn't think anything of it. We were looking for the diamond."

The sensual tense of the calypso music filled the air.

"MaryBeth is an imposter. The real MaryBeth is a novice sailor. The woman I sailed with is a pro."

"Why would she do that?"

"Maybe to score a free Caribbean holiday."

Malcom took another deep breath.

"What else do you know?"

"Santo Miguel has a zero-drug tolerance policy."

"And?"

"An anonymous phone call later this evening is going to inform the authorities that Tom and Alex have cocaine stashed in the light switch that controls the overhead fan in their bedroom."

"We never thought to check the electrical outlets."

A few couples were dancing. Very sedately.

"I'm impressed by everything that you've uncovered, but have you found the diamond?"

"You'll have it before midnight tonight, but first I need to dance."

She strolled over to where MaryBeth was seated, grabbed her hand, and led her onto the dancefloor.

She put her arms tightly around MaryBeth forcing their breasts and genitalia against one another. They swayed to the music, their feet barely lifting off the floor. With each beat they pressed closer together. It was raw and passionate dry humping.

MaryBeth wore a spaghetti strapped linen sundress. Brianna massaged her braless back and then slid her hands down MaryBeth's spine ending up at her bare ass. She grabbed hold of her butt cheeks and squeezed while kissing her on the mouth and swaying her around the dancefloor.

Their erotic embrace ended when the music stopped to the thunderous applause of the audience.

MaryBeth moved gently back to her chair.

Brianna resumed her place with Malcom.

"I don't think I need tell you how sensual that dance was," he said. "Every man and woman in this room want both of you."

* * * * *

It was just passed eleven when Brianna entered MaryBeth's bungalow without knocking on the door.

"This is business. Not pleasure," Brianna said.

She entered the bedroom, opened the night table drawer, picked up the butt plug, and unscrewed the bottom. The Kimberly Red fell into her palm.

MaryBeth leaned against the door jamb.

"How did you know I had it, and where to look?"

"Each day your room was searched, and the diamond wasn't here. So, it had to be on your person. Where could you hide it when you weren't in the bungalow? Your tote bag? Too risky. Certainly not inside your swimsuit."

They smiled at one another.

"After we made love, I noticed the butt plug in the drawer. Initially I thought it was for sexual stimulation. But I was wrong. It was an up-your-ass storage container."

MaryBeth nodded.

"That's why you never moved on the sailboat and why you always walked so slowly. You confirmed my suspicion when you grimaced as I squeezed your butt cheeks as we were dancing this evening. It must have hurt."

"It did."

"After the sailboat race you removed it from your ass."

"Yup."

"That allowed you freedom of movement when we were on the bed."

"That was a lot of fun."

They adjourned to the terrace and slouched into the wicker chairs.