Not knowing which of the doors on the first floor leads to Jasons room I simply open them all. The first two are empty and unoccupied. The third seems to be in use. The linen on the bed show the impression of a big body and a large trunk stands beneath the window overlooking the backyard. Possibly Marigay’s room. I’m tempted to look into the trunk, but a woman that comes equipped with night vision goggles or such a thingy isn’t likely to leave her trunk unlocked for everyone to look into. Besides, my lockpickets are in my backpack. There’s nothing else in the room I’m interested in so I go to the door and listen for sounds in the hallway. Nothing. I head out. The room opposite Marigay’s is mine. In need of a drink I go in and am royally pissed off to see that my backpack went missing. Whoever took it away better had a good explanation or..., well, no need to think about what I’m going to do yet ...
After a drink from the tab in the bathroom I resume checking the doors. Two more empty rooms later I come to the second last door. I hear muffled sounds, likely of Jason and the girl having fun. Or at least Jason is having fun.
I quickly check the last room to make sure that it’s empty. I’m not surprised Michael isn’t lodging on this floor. He probably already occupied the master chamber. Well, not for much longer, if I can help it.

Back at the door to Jason’s room I open it slowly, taking in the sight in front of me. He’s lying on his back, his hands folded behind his head, the girl going down on him. So much for waiting till I return. I wonder what he’s doing on the island. He’s running a high risk for a mere cheap fucking. He could have that in Kentucky too, I reckon.
I close and lock the door and walk up to the bed. He didn’t even bother with hiding my backpack. Now how stupid can one get before it starts to hurt? Jason’s leering at me, but right now I feel more like cutting his throat than fucking with him. Furthermore, right now i’m more interested in eating that maids pussy. The poor girl seems to have been uber-horny. At least making her cum doesn’t take me more than a couple of minutes. I pull her off Jason and tell her to go and get some sleep. With a „thank you very much, miss“ she’s gone.
I look at Jason and cannot help but grin when i see his disappointment. „Now don’t be disappointed, Jason. You know, the two of us would have been too much for you anywway.“ Then I give him the blowjob of his life.
Later, after some rough riding and when he’s almost dozing off into a post-coitus slumber, I decide to let the backpack incident slide and instead tell him about my idea.
„Jason, sweet’eart, you know, I thought of you and me. Especially of you. And ’onestly, I don’t think you’ll stand very much of a chance against Marigay or Michael. Or me. So I thought why don’t you `elp me to win this contest and I’ll make you my special slave? You ’ave seen I’m nice to the servants ’ere and you also know that fucking me wont be ’alf as fun when you forcing me to do it. It would be a free ride for you, ya know.“