CHAPTER NINE
THE NEXT MORNING I woke to find an orgy raging.
It was Saturday and, I was told, weekends at Eros Island were devoted to “staff games"-that is, orgies.
I found out the easy way: four giggling girls woke me by grabbing me-one to each arm and leg. They carried me, protesting and struggling (but feebly) out of my coral-block cabin and across a grassy lawn toward the big staff swimming pool.
I guess they intended to toss me in and I wouldn't have objected, seeing as how the pool was packed with squealing, amorous and nude young girls.
But halfway across the lawn the girls holding me had a better idea. They spotted a sensuous looking, full-bodied brunette who was lying on her back relaxing in the sun, and carried me over toward her.
In case I didn't mention it, I'd been sleep
