“Okay, Miruna or Neculai, where do I sit.”
“I’m pleased and gratified that you would do this for us, for another in need,” Neculai said, “but this is not a hoax. As we said, you may have the tea whether or not you do this. But if you do, we will give you some other things of interest.”
“Can you restore my sight?”
“If you had lost it through natural causes, we might, indeed, have been able to help. Since it was done with purpose, we have no power over it.”
“Oh well, had to ask. Lead me.”
They sat me in a wooden chair with a table in front of me. “Put your hands on the table, please,” Miruna said from right across the table. “I will place your hands on the crystal after I have prepared.”
“This isn’t gonna hurt, right?”
“You will feel nothing uncomfortable.”
“Except hair falling all over me,” I chuckled. I was wondering how they were going to explain it when nothing happened.
“It won’t suddenly fall out. Rina can gently sweep it from your scalp into a sack to avoid a mess.”
“Alie, I think you should reconsider. This might turn out to be real.”
“Like I said, I’m okay if it is.” I sort of believed that statement.
Miruna held my hands, the backs of them resting in hers.
“Are you ready?” She asked.
“Yes,” I answered simply.
I felt her lift my hands and press my palms against a smooth globe, about the size of a cantaloupe. “Don’t lift, but hold the globe in your hands,” she told me.
I didn’t feel anything. Of course, she said I wouldn’t.
“You may let go.” I did. I heard the rustling of paper behind me.
“Carefully run your hands through her short curls, and sweep them into the sack,” Neculai said.
I felt paper against my neck and Rina lightly brushed her fingers along the back of my head.
“OH SHIT!” She exclaimed.
“WHAT?” I asked, but I knew what.
“Your curls are sliding off, Alie!”
“Wow,” I said numbly.
**********
Rina finished cleaning me off, until all the hair was swept into the bag. Then someone brushed me off and I felt lotion being rubbed into my scalp. I was as bald as the proverbial cue ball. My scalp was soft and smooth.
I gulped. “How do I look, Rina?”
“Sexy in an exotic way. You are very pretty, with or without hair.”
“You’re biased.”
“Yeah. Maybe.”
Miruna spoke up, “Tomorrow and the next day, you will be without your hair. Then as you sleep that night, it will grow out all at once to about two centimeters, maybe a little more. From that point on, it will grow at the normal rate.”
I suppose I would have been more upset if my hair had been long and blonde, and then had all fallen out. Losing the short curls, which only represented three months of growth or less didn’t seem so bad. Then I realized that, if these women were to be believed, my hair would never be long, straight and blonde again. That upset me some, but I wasn’t crushed. I should have been; I might even have predicted that I would be given what had been done to me, but I wasn’t. Maybe I was used to the world beating me up now.
“I am placing the tea to remove addiction into this red container, labeled as the tea of peace,” Neculai told us. You must brew it as per instructions and drink it all. We will only give it to you to be used once, so be sure to use it only when you know you will not be expected to take the drug again. We know that your situation has forced it upon you.
“As an additional gift for helping us, I am giving you two other teas. One is the tea of exchange, the other is the tea of the loss of inhibitions. There is enough for a couple of people to use each several times. Follow the directions for preparing and using it.
“Finally, I’m enclosing an import certification that will get the teas into the US with you.”
“The first tea will really break my addiction to heroin?”
“Absolutely. But there’s only enough to use it once. That is all you may have, and you may not receive it from us again.”
They’d pretty much made a believer out of me. I only needed to feel my head.
I felt someone hand the bag to me. It was Miruna, who said, “We wish you well.”
“Gee,” I said, “you never offered to tell our fortune.”
Neculai spoke up, “There is to be fortune; I have seen that. The rest, I’d rather not say.”
I felt a chill run up my spine to the base of my bald head. I got goose bumps everywhere. “Really? Whose future is dark?” I asked. “What’s going to happen?”
“I speak of both of you. The future is not fully written. It only has directionality at a point in time. A probability, if you prefer. Live to the fullest; it’s all any of us can do.”
“Tell me what you saw.” Rina was tugging me out the door.
“Tell me!”
“What will be, will be. Live Alie.”
And then we were outside. “That’s enough of that,” Rina said.
“That was very, very strange.”
“Ya think? Leave it alone Alie, forget about it.”
“How can I forget, I don’t have any hair now, in case you didn’t notice.”
“I meant forget anything they hinted about the future. They don’t know any more than we do.”
I wasn’t so sure, but I let it drop. The marketplace was filled with the sounds and smells of bustling activity. We found a tavern – Rina said it was a friendly-looking place – and sat down in a booth for some fruity rum concoctions. It was so nice we stayed for a dinner of local seafood, accompanied by live music.
I stretched out on the bed in the morning and my hands went to my smooth head. Yep, I was still bald. A few people had commented on it last night, and everyone who did said I looked great without hair. Of course, being strangers, none of them had ever seen me with hair. They hadn’t had to say anything, though, but must have felt like volunteering the compliment. So I chose to believe them.
I wasn’t going to use the tea to break my addiction at that point in time. I would take it home and use it when my sight returned, and I was able to legally break my contract with the Jolly Roger. Then, I’d be free and clear.
We decided not to try the gift teas until we got home – if ever. We certainly didn’t need to lose inhibitions again – our night of really tying one on had been enough for this trip. What the tea of exchange actually did wasn’t clear, so we didn’t want to try it yet. We decided that the next time we were in George Town we’d stop in Romania’s and ask “the sisters” about it. Maybe we could get something more than a cryptic description.
After breakfast, Rina wanted to get caught up on email, so I tapped my way to the beach alone. I was afraid I’d get sunburned on my virgin head, so I’d used sunscreen on it. I was wearing a mostly yellow bikini, according to Rina, and my boobies were, once again, straining at the straps holding the top in place. I suspected I was drawing stares from other beachgoers, but I didn’t mind. After all, I knew I was a pretty, shapely, blind, bald, big-breasted girl – woman if you prefer. That’s an uncommon combination, I’m sure. Given that, I thought people ought to be allowed to stare at me.
I donned sunglasses and continued onto the warm sand. Why did I bother with sunglasses? Because I wanted my eyes undamaged when my sight was restored in a year.
I found the beach boy, and rented a pair of lounges. Rina would join me in a little while
I’d been basking in the heat and soaking up rays for about fifteen minutes, when I heard a male voice say, “Yu swag tun up.”
When I heard him approach, I’d expected something like, “You want a drink?” The waiters were very attentive here. I had to think for a moment, then decided whoever was talking to me was using Jamaican slang. I had a roommate my freshman year at UConn who was dating a Jamaican guy. I got use to his peculiar way of saying things. Wh
at the guy had said to me there on the beach was “You’re looking great.”
“Thank you,” I said. I heard him sit down on the other lounge.
He reverted to accented English. “I love your shaved look, Missy. May I touch your head?”
What the hell. “Yes, you may.”
I felt a large hand, with long, supple fingers, caress my head. There’s no better word for what he did.
“Ah … you feel as good as you look.” His voice was deep, smooth, and SEXY!
“I lost my hair, but it’ll come back soon.”
“Ah, a pity,” he said, surprising me. “May I remove your sunglasses, to see you better?”
“Hmm … yes, you can, but I’m blind. My eyes are kind of …”
I felt him reach down to remove my sunglasses and I closed my eyes.
“You be even more beautiful than I thought before. Please open your eyes.” That time, his English was almost perfect, so I did. I looked in the direction his voice came from.
“Oh my,” he said. “Your eyes are so deep a blue that drown in them I could, Mon.”
“They’re messed up. I’ve been told that they don’t look in the same direction anymore.”
“Ah, but therein lies your charm.” I couldn’t believe how deeply resonant his voice was. I pictured him as this giant island man…
I laughed. “You’re full of shit.”
“Ya, I be that way, but you pretty gal.”
“Thank you, kind sir.” In an instant, I felt his hot breath on my face and he said, for only the two of us to hear, “Ah, Missy, may I kiss your sweet lips?”
I didn’t respond but lifted my head and kissed his full, warm lips, my tongue probing into his mouth before he did mine.
“This is the way the afternoon should begin,” he said.
“I think it’s still morning,” I said.
“All the better. May I touch you, Miss?”
He was very polite. What the hell! “Yes, you may. If my eyes haven’t disturbed you, you can touch me anywhere.”
Yeah, okay, I was feeling reckless. He wasn’t asking to fuck me. Not yet, at least.
“Your eyes add to your sultry appeal.”
I felt his hand on my breast. I reached up and moved it under my bikini top. I thought about Rina, and knew she wouldn’t mind. For that matter, she’d probably approve. Maybe she’d be here shortly. Though she was far more pure-lesbian, she knew I still liked men. The whole spectrum for women - and I thought about myself - spanned a continuum from pure homo to the left to pure hetero to the right. Rina was about 10% from the left. I must have drifted quite a ways from the far right; I was now more like 35% from the left and holding. I would have bet that I’d been 100% before they blinded me.
“Oh?” I heard him exclaim quietly as his hand felt my large breast, nipple and ring.
“Take a look,” I invited. I felt him pull the top down on that side.
“Oh my,” he said again.
“I have others,” I said. He touched my navel jewel.
“I have more.” This time, I put his hand into my bikini bottom. I’d invited him to touch me anywhere, and he wasn’t shy at that point. His long fingers touched, then played with my clit rings.
I came, of course. I tried to be quiet when it happened. I know he knew.
I felt him pull out my bikini bottom by stretching the front band. He must have looked at me there.
“Bumboclaat! You be wired for pleasure, Miss!”
“Yes, I be wired. You can make me cum with no effort at all.”
And he did.
“Ah … who did this to you?”
“My boss – my former boss.”
“You boss mon take liberties with you punnani?”
“Yes, he did. A doctor pierced me, though.”
“You want that we fuck now, pretty Miss?”
“Here?”
“Ah, no. This not be Sint Maartens, but the Grand Caymans. We go to your place or mine.”
“I am waiting for someone. If I’m not here when she comes down, she’ll worry about me.”
“Oh … you batty gal?” He was asking if I were a lesbian.
“Maybe … sort of … kind of.”
“Ah … so sad that I be now.”
“I do swing both ways.” I tried to cover what I’d said. I was interested in this guy, and I didn’t want him to leave. Truth be told, I wanted him to make love to me.
“Then I be ready to be within you.”
“You’d fuck a blind, bald girl.”
“Ah … I would so.”
“Can you handle two of us?”
“Ah, miss, I be so bold to say I can do the entire herd.”
Okay, that was borderline insulting, but he was clearly from Jamaica, not Schenectady.
I got up and yelled at the beach boy. I told him to hold my lounges. I’d already paid for them, after all.
I held the arm of the big Jamaican and gave him my room number. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I was being reckless. But you’ve gotta remember, when you’ve been blinded by the authorities for what you consider minor infractions, you get less cautious, get more of a what the hell attitude about things.
Or else you jump off a tall building – or a bridge.
As we walked by the rear portal, where the beach master sat, I said, “Reggie, are you there?”
“Yes, Ms. Adams.”
“Do you know this guy?”
“Yes Ms. Adams.”
“What do you know about him?”
“He is a rogue, if ever there was one, Ms. Adams.”
“Can he be trusted?”
There was a pause. “Sadly, yes Ms. Adams.”
“Let’s go then,” I said.
As the elevator rose, I asked, “Your name is?”
“I be Shawnte, Miss.”
“Glad to meet you Shawnte. I be Alie. My roommate is Rina. I want sex. If you give us any grief, I will hunt you down and castrate you. I’ll cook your dick in olive oil with a nice sprinkling of basil.”
“Ah, miss Alie. That would be sad indeed. I will try to do right by you and your batty gal.”
We got to my suite. Rina was surprised. It took about 30 seconds for her to recover. Then the fun began.
Shawnte realized immediately what our clit hardware could do to Rina and me, and he took advantage of it the entire time.
I reached for him and my hand landed on his smoothly-shaven head. “Why Shawnte, you’re as bald as I am.”
“Tis true, Miss. But it looks so much better on you.” Then his penis slid into me, as Rina licked my nips, with her hand on my clit, right next to where Shawnte penetrated me. I could tell he had one hand on her pussy and the other on her breast. I heard them kiss, as he pounded into me.
He filled me with cum as I came vaginally. My clit had already sent me over the top twice. I thought Rina had also come twice.
After that, I did everything by feeling what Rina and Shawnte were doing to each other. Lying on our sides, I had my pussy at Rina’s mouth and my mouth on her pussy while my head rested on her lower leg. Shawnte was penetrating her anus, his arms around her, holding her little tits.
Later, he took me from behind, his dick stretching my little, rear rosebud, and his hands holding my nipples, playing with their hardware, as Rina licked my pussy. I exploded in pleasure.
It was mid-afternoon before Rina and I called a time-out.
“Ah … I just be gettin’ started,” Shawnte said.
“Bullshit,” Rina said.
“Yeah,” I added. “But you did your island proud today.”
“So you two are really batty gals?”
“Mostly,” I said. I’d explain to Rina later.
“No doubt, I be fooled.” He said.
“I told you … mostly.”
“Ah …”
Chapter 17 – Needle and the Damage Done
We went out again that night. After Shawnte’s comments, I realized that I was personally turned-on by my bald head, and I wanted to
show it off before my hair grew back. I got more compliments and had a blast. Rina and I danced until the wee hours, but we kept the drinking under control.
The same was true of the next day and night. I was wishing we could stay here, I could stay bald, and there was no need to worry about stripping at the Jolly Roger anymore. I didn’t even care about being blind. It didn’t bother me anymore, most of the time.
Of course, that was the same way everyone feels when on vacation.
We crashed hard that night; we were both spent.
In the morning I woke with a head that felt like a Brillo pad. Well, not really, but that was my first impression.
Rina was lying next to me. “You up?” She asked, before I could say anything. I turned toward her.
“Yeah. I have hair and it feels like wool or something.”
I felt her hand on my head, playing with the frightfully tight curls.
“You have African-American hair. It’s cute. I hope you like it, ‘cause you’re stuck with it. I suppose we have to believe the gypsies now.”
I touched my head again. Oh boy! It was different than a tight perm. My hair was coarser, springier, and about an inch long, so it was very tight to my head.
“Hmm … How am I gonna comb this?”
“Comb? Not a chance,” Rina said. “You can give me all your combs. You never combed the permed hair either, right?”
“No, I fluffed it out.”
“I don’t think you’re even gonna have to do that with your new hair. Unless you grow it a lot longer.”
“What color is it?”
“Do you care?”
“Not really, but I don’t want to look bizarre to anyone else.”
“You won’t, it’s very dark brown – not black. Actually, you look fine. Pretty. I like it. It’s you.”
“It is now.”
“Yep.”
“Do you love me still?”
“Always, Alie.”
“Then all is right on Grand Cayman.”
We had a wonderful time during the rest of our stay. Rina saw Shawnte at the bar on one other night when we went clubbing, and he spent the night with us.
Rina gave me my fix late every afternoon. My sex drive was in high gear all night, every night. No more mainlining, though.
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