Blondes have more fun

The hydrofoil docks and you play the part of the ugly American, letting the ships crew grab your luggage. Waiting for you on the dock is a young woman and a pair of men. Each man is tall, dark, rugged and handsome. They project a certain confident masculinity that makes you uneasy. The woman is truly remarkable. She is wearing nothing but a silver micro bikini. Her breasts are massive, double D's at least, both defying gravity. You can't imagine they are real. Her face is young, but supermodel perfect. Her plump lips are a perfect shiny red. Her waist is thin and her ass round and perfect. You suppose this is the greeting someone of Paul Scott's wealth and status would normally get.

You pause and consider what to say, when the young woman greets you. "Welcome to the Aeterna Spa, Mr. Scott. My name is Deb, and I'm in charge of making your stay pleasurable. Our staff is at your beck and call. Feel free to ask for anything."

You can't help but notice the emphasis placed on the words pleasurable and anything. You wonder just what is included in 'anything'.

You reply, "Thank you very much Deb, but I am tired from my travels and wish to rest."

"Very well."

The girl claps her hands and the men quickly scurry to load your luggage on a small golf cart near the end of the dock. Deb motions for you to hop on. One of the men hops on starts the cart and begins the drive to your room. She points out the very private beach and a few other highlights as you drive up to the hotel itself.

You pull up to the lobby and Deb hops off the golf cart.

She turns back and says,"Follow me, your luggage will be brought to your room."

You watch as she walks with amazing balance in stiletto heels. You can't help but notice her perfectly proportioned ass sway sexily. The micro bikini slides into her crack making her look naked. It is an impressive sight. You can't imagine anyone visiting here not being utterly fixated on the view.

As you enter the lobby you look around. The floor is marble the decorations exquisite. There are frescos of erotic scenes on the walls. The scenes themselves are tasteful though, nothing you would consider 'demonic'. You follow Deb into an elevator camouflaged by the decorations on the wall. You note the building has thirteen floors, actually thirteen. Whoever built it clearly wasn't the superstitious type. With a neatly manicured, sharp, cherry red fingernail, Deb pushes the twelve button.

The elevator is fast and in seconds you are on the twelfth floor. The short hall has only two suites on it. Deb slides a keycard in door number two, and then hands it to you.

"I'll leave you to get some rest. If you need anything, just ring the desk."

You wait for about a half an hour until the bellmen bring up you luggage. You tip them handsomely and wait for them to leave. As soon as they do, you open the hidden compartment and take out your equipment. A scan of the room shows no signs of demonic activity. You retrieve your 'pen' and make contact with Control.

"Control, Adams checking in."

"Roger, Adams. Anything to report."

"Nothing, place looks clean so far. Beautiful, but clean.

"Any word from Agent Kai?"

"She didn't check in this morning. Her next report is due this afternoon."

"I'm going to see if I can track her down," you reply. "Adams out."

You slip on a pair of swim trunks and a tee shirt and head downstairs. You stop at Jody's suite on the tenth floor, but no one answers. You're tempted to pick the lock and look around, but a security camera in the hallway tells you it's too soon for that. It's lunchtime, and the restaurant looks busy, nearly every seat is filled except for a small group of tables in the back.

After a few hours at the beach and snooping around the grounds, you've had no luck. You return to your room. Picking up your 'pen' you make contact with Control once again.

"No sign of Agent Kai," you say.

"She made a report just a few hours ago. She said everything's ok, but we need you to check her out before we bring her back in."

"Does she know I'm here?" you ask.

"No, follow standard protocol for a potentially corrupted asset," Control instructs.

You hate to think Jody could have been compromised, and you imagine saving her if she has been. Still you know your duty. You dress in a black suit, loading your pistol with hollow point bullets filled with holy water and slipping into an ankle holster. A blessed dagger takes its place in the small of your back. You search the hotel floor by floor until you finally make it to the nightclub. It's a small place with a bar along one wall and dais in the middle where several very attractive people are having sex.

A throng of people are on dance floor. One Asian woman attracts your attention across the darkened club, but she doesn't look like Agent Kai. Her chest is much larger, her hair longer, and her dress much more provocative than the Jody you know. After a moment, that woman disappears. You spend another 20 minutes at the bar. You're about to return to your room when you feel a tap at your shoulder.