Same situation different place, or you could say, “Same shit, different day.” I had done it again, I had done the same thing in Las Vegas, and now all over again.

It was never my intention, it just hits me, and I go all crazy. It just takes a couple of things to be in place, and I do it. I have no idea why or how it starts, but it does.

We had arrived. Conor, Mike (the builder guy) and me. We had stepped off the plane in Jamaica, and we had a mission to accomplish. Christ, we had a few weeks to turn a small hotel and club into a world class venue, something along the lines of the club that Beau and Shona had back in the city. In good old America.

Shona, my beloved cousin, how could I let her down so soon?

The first week and a bit had gone as planned. Conor had started to go through the back end of the operations, and Mike (the builder guy) had already found the ideal spot to build the new club. The hotel had come complete with an old stable complex away from the main building.

As soon as Mike had seen the three barns and the outbuildings his eyes had lit up, this was to be his “pièce de résistance.” What looked like a stable complex on the outside, would in fact be a great place to hide a club that any worldwide party goer would crave to visit. And not just a dance club; this would have dance shows, and girls… real girls. Girls who can make all a guy’s dreams come true in the space of a couple of hours.

This wouldn’t be anything like an average titty bar back home, or anything like Hedonism that was situated on the other side of the island. This was going to be “THE” place.

Things had started well. Mike had located a local group of builders and craftsmen who were up to his usual standards, and he had sourced truckloads of materials. Twenty-four-seven construction had been going on, the stables had been gutted, and the inner-most sound-proofing and insulation was almost completed.

I had been tasked with transforming the service of the hotel from a casual stopping place, to somewhere that exuded excellence and opulence. This had started superbly. Half of the rooms had been made for casual guests; the ones who wanted to take advantage of the girls’ favors from the club. That meant that anything you wanted you could have. Within reason, and for a price, of course. That was the simple rule of the house.

And then it happened. We just had to visit the club that was already running on the hotel grounds. This was just a regular club, with no real dance shows or rooms out the back to enjoy your wildest desires. It was just a club to have fun.

Conor and Mike wanted to let it all go, they had worked hard for the past ten days and needed a release.

“Bejesus, this island is fantastic,” Conor says over the loud music.

“First time in the Caribbean I take it?” I reply.

“It is, I have only ever been to Ireland and the USA,” Conor shouts back.

“You will see the girls are of a different class here,” I reply.

“You’re not fucken kidding, they are wearing next to fuck all.” Conor is eyeing up a slim, local girl. “A guy could cream his pants just watching them dance.”

Mike was a little more subtle; he appeared to be quiet. Or at least he seemed quiet on the outside. We soon find out he has an insatiable appetite for threesomes, for two girls and him.

Mike wanders back from the bar with a huge cocktail, three straws placed around the rim of the glass bowl. Mike sits at the table and a few minutes later (and with a quick wave of his hand) two girls appear. They look like they’re in their twenties and they approach his table. I see Mike likes contrast, he’s picked a dirty blonde who has rose-tinted skin from the sun she’s been lying in, and a dark-skinned girl who is obviously from the island… and out to make the most of the guys she hooks up with on vacation.

Conor sits watching, his mouth slowly falling open as the girls drape themselves over Mike. They all sip from the glass bowl, the girls laughing and flicking their tongues over the ends of the straws.

“Fucken hell, he is gonna be dead in the morning,” Conor says.

“I am sure he knows what he is doing,” I reply, laughing.

“Just look at the ass on that girl, imagine that jiggling in your face,” Conor says, laughing loudly.

Our attention goes back to the throng of club goers on the dance floor and by the bar. Conor spies on the girl he has taken a liking to. I see her standing at the bar and looking toward Conor. He stands and then walks across the dance floor. He leans on the bar, and the girl starts running her fingers down his chest.

I sit watching and enjoying the sights and the sounds. It’s not exactly Vegas, but the vibe is totally different. Everyone seems to be chilled out.

In Vegas, there are loads of people who have get rich quick aspirations, and most of these are tacked onto the back of gambling habits. I know, it had got the better of me on many occasions. And one of those occasions was now.

I had resisted for nearly a week, but a bank account that seemed to have an almost endless supply of cash was too much of a temptation. There were card games that were going on around the clock, that was when you knew where to look. A week, nearly a week. I had done well. I had been smart though, I made sure that Mike had enough cash for the construction, which would be stupid if I had left that short. The problem was, I hadn’t thought about online banking. Conor was reporting directly to Shona, and he was keeping tabs on everything.

As always, I thought I could win it back, but no such luck for me again. I had fucked up big time. And to make it worse, I had done a lot of this to impress a girl… not just any girl, this was for Brooke.

Brooke had been at the hotel for nearly a fortnight, but she was due to stay here for a total of two months. I had seen her around the pool area, and I could see in her eyes that she was taken with me. What girl wasn’t? That was perfect… when I wanted them to be. But Brooke was different, she was a tough cookie and was playing hard to get, and I think that was why I had gone off the rails and totally lost it.

Conor walks back over to the table with the girl clutching at his fingers.

He smiles as he sits. “This is Abby.”

“Hi Abby, pleased to meet you,” I say.

Abby smiles shyly and sits with her back firmly against the bench seat. Conor throws his arm around her neck and starts whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She seems to be warming to Conor’s Irish charm and his good looks.

I run over in my mind how I can get the money back. If I just take some of the construction money, I am sure I will be lucky?

I was in a world of my own for a moment, and the music stopped. The dance-floor crowd thinned, and there she was at the bar. Brooke. She stood sipping from a tall glass. I lift my gaze and look at her. Her long, fair, slender legs go all the way to the short skirt she is wearing. My eyes follow the curve of her tight ass and the curve of her body. Her breasts silhouette from the lights behind the bar.

I see her sipping from her glass, and she is looking at me from the corner of her eye. My eyes fix onto her. Silently, we communicate with each other. I can sense there is something there. That spark, the tiger hunting its elusive prey, but being given a merry chase.

I know she wants me, but she is cautious. I sit and think of who is actually the hunter. Is it me? Or is Brooke the huntress who is leading me into a false sense of security before she pounces?

I don’t really care if it is me being hunted, I want her, and I know she wants me to have her. The problem is, she drives me fucking nuts, and it’s all her fault that I have got myself into this position. Damn you, Brooke, I was doing so well. I feel my dick rise in my pants. This is a hunger I need to alleviate.

“How can you focus when passion is blinding you?”