Tonight, apparently, it would be old Danny who was the unlucky one with his head inside this particular commode. So, I carried the toilet box up the basement stairs and out through the back door.
It was a warm afternoon on the island, with one of the typically warm breezes blowing through. There were a few people by the pool when I walked past. Gorgeous girls in bikinis sunbathing, guys with Chippendale bodies diving and swimming, and flirting with them. I would have fallen in love with any one of these girls, had Aurora allowed it. But yet…even without the maddening cock cage, I was realizing something- I was simply in love with Aurora.
The private cabins were located in the grove of trees overlooking the ocean and small beach on the southwestern edge of the island. The island was small enough- according to the USGS survey its total land mass was less than 200 acres- so that it was only a short walk from the main mansion and pool complex to the cabins. Though my arms still got tired carrying this stupid thing. One of those butch meatheads wouldn’t have had this problem, I thought, shaking my aching arms. Oh well, if I had lifted weights more, maybe I would have BEEN one of those guys- and not in this predicament, I thought to myself sadly. Sometimes, from time to time I wondered how it much better it would have been if I wasn’t in this position out here, if I had never been lured out here with the promise of sex with hot models to begin with. Well, I wouldn’t have met Aurora, and my friends wouldn’t have been so jealous of what they THOUGHT happened to me out here.
Cabin 2 was the largest and most luxurious of the four small cabins, but it was still small; only about 20 feet by 30 feet, with a back porch overlooking the water. I fumbled with the key to cabin number two, and opened the door. Before I could carry the box inside, I stopped still.
Melanie Woods, my old and long forgotten crush, was in there, sitting on the bed.
She smiled at me, the same beaming radiant smile that had driven me so mad back when we still worked together. How long ago and innocent that seemed. Now, I was the lowest of the low to her, a man who had even been degraded into performing a homosexual act of “Fluffing” her lover for her, to the sadistic amusement of the girl who currently occupies all my thoughts.
All those old thoughts came flooding back. I rarely saw her when she was out here. She understandably kind of avoided me. And man, she looked good. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, she was wearing a blue bikini that left little to the imagination. Around her neck was a necklace with what appeared to be a metal key, but this detail momentarily escaped me. I was admiring her face, her half-naked body. Melanie Woods, my former crush, who I had never even had the chance to be with, sitting there radiant in the sunlight streaming through the full bay windows. My cock strained against its cage.
“Melanie!” What are you doing here!” I asked.
“Ben, oh my God! How have you been!”
“Great, but…you know…” I sighed. “Still running around like a mad road runner doing chores for Aurora. You know, she’s actually really cool once you get to know her. So, how come you’re here?”