Once dressed the guards led me through a series of corridors, before leaving me in front of a large wooden door. Slowly I opened the door, only to be blinded by the intense sunlight from outside, and stepped through, and back outside.
I looked around for a few seconds, unsure of my whereabouts, when I saw a sign pointing towards the town and headed in that direction, looking over my shoulder at what had been my prison one last time. As I walked towards town I thought about all the things Franco had said, wondered why he wanted me to go to reception and why he had gone like he had over, Mikey, Jackson and me.
The walk back to my hotel took almost an hour and by the time I arrived I was ready for an ice cold beer as the sweat was pouring from my head and headed straight to the bar, not the reception, like Franco said. As I waited for the girl behind the bar to get me a drink I looked toward the pool, and spotted the black guy that I had fantasized about since the first time Mikey, Jackson and I saw him and all the thoughts I had when I first saw him came flooding back.
Without Mikey and Jackson around and not having a clue where to find them, or how to begin looking, I felt guilty thinking of the things I wanted to do with him but I just couldn't get the thoughts, or images of his hot, naked, muscular black body out of my head.
The bar girl coughed behind me, bringing me back to reality, and I turned around to see her holding out my drink, and a piece of paper.
Taking just the drink the girl insisted that I also took the paper, before she turned away and went to serve someone else. Taking a large swallow of the ice cold beer I unfolded the piece of paper and stared at it.
Dan
You were told to go straight to reception, not the bar.
Franco.
I crumpled the paper up and looked around, expecting to see Franco watching me from somewhere, but no-one was staring towards me or doing anything untoward. A couple of people were on mobile phones, the rest were laughing and joking among each other, everyone except one person.
Sitting alone, for a change, was the object of my fantasy. I stared at his muscular torso before finishing my drink and heading to reception like Franco had instructed.
"You must be Dan?" The woman behind the reception said as I approached.
"Yeah that's me." I replied.
"Here's the key to your new room," she said.
"What new room?" I asked.
"Franco said you have to be looked after," she told me.
I took the key, looked at the room number and walked away, wondering what the fuck was going on. All I could think was that Franco, Mikey and Jackson had problems with each other and I was just a pawn in whatever game they were playing, and until I found the others I would be none the wiser.
Walking around the complex I had to ask a couple of staff members before I found the room I was looking for. I slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open, slowly, before walking in and standing in the doorway. I was stunned to find myself in a large, open-plan room that looked as though it had only just been built.
I had never seen a room like this, other than in magazines, and slowly started to walk round. The main living area consisted of a large black leather three piece suite, laminated flooring, a couple of black display units containing erotic ornaments, a state of the art hi-fi and large, at least 50 inch, HDTV. The kitchen area, which was separated by a smoked glass partition, had all the latest top of the range kitchen equipment in, and the fridge/freezer had been fully stocked with all sorts of food.
Continuing my exploration I headed towards the bedroom and couldn't believe the amount of money that must have been spent on the place. Lush dark red carpet had been professionally fitted, the walls were adorned with erotic artwork, there was another large TV at the end of the bed, and there were two piles of DVD's either side of the screen and the four poster bed itself was what could only be described as awesome. It was massive, the biggest bed I had ever seen, and each of the posts had been intricately hand carved with erotic designs of couples, both straight and gay/lesbian in all sorts of sexual positions.
There was a door to the right of the room and, on opening it, found myself standing in the bathroom, decked out in all chrome fittings.
I walked back to the living room area and slowly sat onto the sofa, unable to understand why Franco had put me in this room, which was fit for nothing less than royalty, and how he could manage to come across as two completely opposite people. On one side he was the most perfect male I had ever met, and someone who I could happily spend the rest of my life with, but then there was the bitter twisted side to his personality, the side that had kidnapped me, Mikey and Jackson and made outrageous demands from me.
