Coming Together: At Last

This document entitles you exclusive entrance into

the Arcadia Island Masquerade Ball.

Join us at Plantation House on Arcadia Island

and explore your wildest fantasies.

Your all-inclusive, all-expenses paid trip

begins the first weekend of the coming month.

Madame Dione de Celeste, Proprietress

Plantation House, Arcadia Island

She'd made up her mind to attend as soon as she had the fake card in her hand.

And that's how she managed to be there, dressed in her finest white silk gown, waiting her turn to walk the gangplank off the boat. Around her, a dozen or so equally resplendent men and woman milled around. There had been very little conversation on the way over, it seemed even the wealthy liked to keep their quirks and kinks to themselves. Only when they'd drawn into the bay had conversation erupted.

A tall, beautifully pale woman said in a breathy voice, "It's lovely isn't it? Twice here and I'll never get over how incredible the island is."

A deeply tanned young man, dressed in a black silk suit, that must have cost a month's wage for Syne, replied, "Yeah, it's pretty amazing. When you think that everything had to be shipped in, you realize just how rich this guy is."

The island was breathtaking. The long, white sandy beach rose from the crystal blue waters of the bay. Lush tropical ferns carpeted the area a few dozen yards from the shoreline, and tall trees she had no name for, loomed high overhead further inland. Some looked like willows and others were some kind of palm, but she couldn't tell what kind, and really didn't care. A well-swept wooden walkway led up the beach and into the trees.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, my name is Ares, and I'll be your guide," came the voice of an incredibly tall, incredibly well built black man, dressed in a flaming red sarong slung low on his hips and nothing else. He stood at the end of the gangplank, off to one side in the white sand. "Please, come ashore. It's a short walk to the plantation house, where rooms and refreshments await you all. Please present your invitations as you pass me."

Syne stood back, allowing the other partygoers to push past her. When she was left standing alone, she took a deep breath and walked across the gangplank, praying David's work would pass muster. Standing in front of the black man, she was astounded at just how big he was. At five-feet seven inches herself, he towered over her by at least a foot. His midnight-black skin shone. He looked as if he'd oiled himself. Hairless, his chest and arms rippled with muscles and his six-pack would be the envy of any man she'd ever known.

"Thank you, Milady." His voice was as soft as melted butter, and as smooth. Taking her invitation, he glanced at it and smiled, then slipped it into a fold of his sarong. Nodding, he checked the gangplank before asking, "Is there anyone else?"

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Hugs

Jude