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This story is a continuation of my Smoking Paradise Islands stories, there is smoking, there is sex in paradise and there is fun and games…oh and a storm.

Stormy Seas on Smoking Paradise Islands

Chapter 1

Carrie-Ann reluctantly wore the G-string as it was a nod to their underwear in public spaces rule. She would have been happier in nothing. The material was so thin as to be practically invisible. Her three packs of SPIL Gold were stacked up in front of her, the top one had just three fresh filters left. Just beside was a glass ashtray with a half a dozen stubbed out butts in. It had already been a boring meeting

There was a hazy grey fog that swirled in a twisting vortex in the air as it hung below the formerly white yellowed ceiling. The mist was produced from the smoke of the half a dozen almost permanently lit cigarettes. Those cigarettes belonged to the participants of the now very long “management residents meeting.” The fug mixed with the continuous drone of the voices and coughs produced by the senior members of the island community during the rather boring monthly meeting. No one looked forward to it, most people didn’t prepare for it. Everyone just wanted it to end.

They were discussing almost repetitive issues found on the island about toilet rolls, cigarette consumption neatly mixed in with potential and alarming news of forthcoming weather patterns in the coming weeks. The conclusion of the impending storm was that no one knew what the answer was as it was so far out. It would be dealt with another day.

The conversation then moved on to the familiar story of the forever blocked toilets in the bar, due to too much toilet roll, or was it sanitary towels being used. The question of raising the height of the cisterns to create more flow, or the cheaper possibility of rationing was brought up and swiftly voted down. No further mention of discarded pads or tampons was made in the duration of the meeting. An investigation would be conducted, and the actual decision would be delayed and again promised to be made at the next meeting.

The heads turned to the left in unison as the meeting arrived at the next line on the A4 printed agenda that was sitting in front of everyone: – “The Future??? – Carrie-Ann.”

There was a polite cough as Carrie-Ann slowly but purposely pushed her chair back. She slowly rose up behind the white Formica table that was positioned in the middle of the meeting room.

Carrie-Ann pursed her lips as she looked down at her colleagues whilst trying to be professional, at the same time, as the others wearing the barest minimum. Her long blonde hair was tied up with a pink hair band, showing off her neckline. She also had her gold loopy earrings in, and on her lower half she was in her barely there, very transparent, mesh fabric cream G-string. The sort of item of clothing that with her often-shaved pubis, you had to have a double take to see that she was actually wearing it. The biggest hint she was wearing something was on her hips. As the smoke was drifting from her cigarette that was between her left-hand fingers, which was resting on her thigh. Just above where cream coloured elastic twisted and stretched as it dug deeply into her soft untoned but lightly tanned skin.

As ever for Carrie-Ann, smoking had helped her easily distract herself by focusing on her cigarettes. All she was doing was just waiting for her turn. There was not a care about the blocked loos.

With the eyes of the room now turning on her, the tension got to Carrie-Ann a little. She screwed her face up and started with a hacking cough and a wincing swallow. She smiled as she tried to style it out looking down at the table. Shrugging her shoulders then purposefully picked up a glass of water, gulped some down clearing her throat. Then finally began to speak.

“Thanks.” She gulped for air, then winced before she coughed again. “We all agree the island needs more revenue generating visitors, that is correct?” Her gravelly voice offered the rhetorical question as she forced another smile as she gently tapped the cigarette above the ashtray, the ash tumbled into the blackened glass container. Before taking a drag, her cheeks collapsed as she pulled the smoke into her lungs, desperate to settle her nerves.

“Yeah,” came the deep murmur of agreement from the half dozen board members in front of her. She forced her exhale out into the room.

Carrie-Ann nodded in agreement believing she had the room with her, “So, we need to think outside the box?” Again, she brought the filter to her lips.

Across the room, Tanya rolled her bewitching brown eyes – this conversation had been repeated so many times over so many years – and casually brushed some stray ash from her bare chest.

Martin, the only one wearing a shirt, eyed Carrie-Ann with a quizzical expression. “How?” he asked pointedly as she took a long, desperate drag. The room bursa escort bayan was silent bar the fizzing cigarette.

Carrie-Ann glared at Martin. “We need to maximise the return in value of the islands effectively,” she said, a thick cloud of exhale tumbling from her pink lips.

There was a collective eye rolling; you could practically hear the tendons groaning. “We all know that?”

“Okay…” Carrie-Ann took a deep breath of air then sighed, before bringing her hand to her mouth and taking another drag on the cigarette all whilst looking intently at Martin. She forced the smoke out, tapped her cigarette above the ashtray, letting the blackened ash slowly drift, mostly into it. She took yet another deep breath of air knowing the next statement would hurt. The room had been silent for several seconds. The smoke twisted and twirled out her mouth as she asked, “Do you think we could reopen Trudy Island?”

There was a stunned silence. It was as if you could hear everyone’s heartbeats in the room. Like spectators at a tennis match, the heads all turned and looked back the other way.

Martin shot to his feet, an exertion that set him gently coughing himself in the process. “No! We can’t, it would not be right for the memory of the founding members. We have worked hard over the years to protect them.”

Carrie-Ann nodded in appreciation of the statement. Knowing that she was both the new girl, and that that comment was coming. She had mentally prepared for the anger. “I get that. I really understand. But guys, time has moved on, it’s been like twenty years, could it become a separate revenue generating island?”

There was a cacophony of huffs and hacking, grumbling coughs. Chair legs squeaked against the floor as the occupants shifted awkwardly in their seats.

“It definitely needs regeneration,” she continued, “and the islands need money.” She brought the much-diminished cigarette to her lips, and her eyelids fluttered, and her cheeks collapsed as she desperately heaved the smoke into lungs.

“No, it just can’t!”

Carrie-Ann forced the coned exhale up to the ceiling then rubbed her lips together enjoying the ever-present bitter smoke taste on them. “Come on, we can scrap the rusting and very unsafe ‘Pleasure Island’ – that would get some cash in – and then we build, develop and expand with more houses in the woods.” The remaining smoke twisted from between her lips.

“No.” Martin was firm, short, yet adamant in reply.

Carrie-Ann had known that was coming and nodded. She briefly looked down, and with a sigh forcing smoke from deep within her lungs she slid a fresh cigarette from the pack and placed it between her lips. Using the fizzling butt of the current cigarette, with a long drag, she lit up. Forcing the fresh smoke out across the room, she focused on stubbing the spent butt in the ashtray. “Okay, how about the waterfall area?” Inquisitively, she tilted her head, her twinkling blue eyes fixed on Martin through the smog in the room.

“That’s Tanya’s domain.” Martin glanced across at his daughter. The eyes and heads of the room turned dutifully, following the tennis ball to this new player.

Tanya jumped in her seat, waking up from whatever she’d been daydreaming about. She hurriedly unfolded her arms from across her bare chest and removed the dangled cigarette from the corner of her lips. A billowing cloud of smoke dissipated from her nose as she shuffled herself upright. “What do you mean?”

“We need more tourists to the island, right?” Carrie-Ann looked out across the room as she casually ran her hand across her chest, then brushed a spec of ash from bare breast with her nail, before bringing her filter back to her lips.

“Yeah, we get that,” Tanya replied flippantly.

“Well, hear me out. I am thinking we should make the top of the waterfall a” – Carrie-Ann hesitated for a moment, covering her nervousness with a quick draw on her cigarette – “a non-smoking ‘eco’ section of the island?”

There was instantly a splutter and coughing, chairs squeaked on the ash covered parquet floor as everyone angrily shuffled their weight about.

Martin stood up yet again and tucked his shirt back into his shorts. “No, that goes against the whole principle of the island. Just no.”

Carrie-Ann stood her ground. “We have amazing facilities here, an excellent community. All we are talking about is a maximum of a dozen or so eco-adventure holiday couples.”

The room groaned, the level of coughing, and sputtering increased.

“We are an adult only, smoking community,” Martin insisted.

Carrie-Ann rolled her eyes. “Yes, I get that.” She waved her cigarette about in the air, swirling the smoke in a jagged triangle, a defensive gesture, before the filter circled around back to her lips for her to drag hard on it.

“We can’t dilute the island; it goes against the grain. Against our promoted community ideology.”

With bursa escort sitesi a brief nod, Carrie-Ann forced another grey cone from her lips. “Exactly. That is why I was thinking of Trudy.”

“What do you mean?”

A smile crept across Carrie-Ann’s face, the smile deepening the wrinkles. She now knew there was an in. “We all know that there are half a dozen shite stinking of piss- type huts that are falling apart on the southern end?”

“Yeah, we know?” There was a communal shrug of the shoulders; the muttering and chunterings spread.

“Well, let’s do them up. ‘George Clarke’ them. Let’s make them an amazing space. Make them special.”

Martin sighed. “That sounds amazing. But Carrie-Ann, we’ve agreed several times that we have left the island. For good.”

Carrie-Ann sighed equally loudly, and the remaining smoke from the corners of her lungs jetted out her nose. She rubbed her lips together, slowly nodding. “We will respect them. I know that much. But let’s go back.”

“We can’t!” Martin spat as he emphasised the T.

“Come on, Martin. You know it makes sense. Leave the main island smoking as it is and let us make Trudy truly environmentally special. We all know the pleasure park is a death trap.”

The consternation of coughs in the room grumbled on for a few minutes before the meeting finally broke up with lots of shaking heads.

***

Martin walked quickly past the throngs and tapped his daughter Tanya on her bare shoulder as they filed out of the room. Her face snapped defensively around; her face prepared in a scowl. Then seeing her dad, instantly relaxed. He used his head to urge her to stay behind. She rolled her eyes and nodded. The two of them hovered by the doorway, waiting for it to be clear.

With the room finally empty, Tanya looked at her dad. “What?” She slid a new cigarette from her pocket and placed it between her lips.

“Can you talk to Mike?” Martin asked, his eyes implying it was an order, not a suggestion.

Tanya ignored him as she flicked her lighter and closed her eyes as she pulled on the cigarette. “Why?” She studied her dad through the cloud of exhale smoke.

“You know perfectly well why. We can’t have non-smokers on this island. It will ruin us.”

“I know… but Dad, I do like the idea of keeping it separate. A different business, as it can help fund here.” Tanya sighed. “What can I do?” She shrugged her shoulders and flicked her cigarette, sending the blackened ash tumbling to the floor. “She is right. It would be amazing to have more money coming in.” Before instantly bringing the filter back to her lips and dragging hard.

Martin took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his greying hair. He sighed as he contemplated his words. “It would be a mess. You need to get Mike to understand that whilst Carrie-Ann has great ideas, that particular one won’t fly here.”

“If you say so, Dad.” She rolled her eyes, placed the filter back between her lips and strode off, her tanned ass cheeks – with the red imprint of the chair, and hanging mostly out of her short denim shorts – wiggling side to side as she made her way towards her electric buggy.

Chapter 2

With a grunt and a loud huff from Carrie-Ann, the front door slammed shut.

The glass-fronted house reverberated like a sound wave rippling out from the doorframe right across the building. Mike winced and looked over as he asked, “How did it go, honey?” He sucked in a little through his lips.

“Shit! Fucking Shit!” Carrie-Ann huffed as she dropped her blue folder and two remaining packs of cigarettes on the kitchen table with a thud, in the process sending the lighter skidding and spinning across the polished top. Digging her fingers between her knicker elastic and her skin, she wiggled her thighs and slid the G-string down and groaned and coughed as she squatted down to untangle her flip flops from the elastic. Picking it up, she ceremonially dropped it on the counter next to the ashtray. With her fingernail, she gently flipped the long white silky washing instructions label, so it wasn’t tucked quite so firmly into the ash, then hopped up and sat with a thud on the pine wood stool, almost scrambling to light her next cigarette.

“Oh,” was Mike’s reply as he slid his arms down either side of her neck and affectionately squeezed her small pert breasts between his fingers.

“Firstly, Mike, remind me to take the buggy next time; the walk is far too far.” She stuck her tongue out and panted.

“Okay, babes. I’ll pour you a drink.” Mike squeezed her and nuzzled his head in and kissed the crook of her neck.

“Not now…” She wiggled uncomfortably and he instantly released his grip. “It was just as I thought. They are not interested in change!” She tilted her head back and forced the angry exhale across the room.

“What’s the other gossip?”

“There is talk of a storm, the largest in years, but no one is sure if it will hit or miss us yet. Martin needs to decide whether to go into lockdown or not.”

“Crikey.” Mike whistled through his teeth and rocked back on his heels.

“Yeah, the whole island population camped in the cinema. Might be fun?” She raised both eyebrows in shock, deeply wrinkling her forehead skin in the process.

“Not sure that would be the word I would use. Might be a tight fit?”

Carrie-Ann’s blue eyes finally sparkled. “Babe, are you talking about my vag – or my asshole again?”

Mike snorted a chuckle as he slowly nodded, “Yes, of course, darling. Vagina every time.” He smiled warmly as he stretched over her shoulders again. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, and tweaked her erect nipples between his fingers before trying to reach down to her crotch.

She threw her head back as she moaned, “Oi. Mike, not now, I really need to think about how to improve my sales pitch.” She wiggled herself around as if she was a worm trapped in a bird’s beak, then batted his hands away.

Mike circled around the table and hopped onto a stool facing her. Pulling a cigarette from his own pack, he smiled at her. “What are you thinking?”

Carrie-Ann nodded as she did the same and, seeing as the lighter was out of easy reach, used her current one to light it. She exhaled and looked at Mike. “I think Trudy, tarted up with more wildlife, birds and bees, etc., a stylish adult-only modern ‘Centre Parcs’ with wooden huts, would be ideal for an eco-park.”

Mike nodded, “I totally agree.” He had heard the sales pitch several times already.

“Granted, it will be really annoying to tidy up the thousands of butts as to try and entice the wildlife back, it would be an amazing place to sell for tourists. Just think of the funky tree houses and beach shacks we could build.”

“That sounds wonderful. Plenty of sex on the private beach. But Caz, those graves and the murder?”

She dangled the cigarette between her lips as she ran her fingers through her hair, flipping it across her face. She dragged once, and again, then removed it as she exhaled. “We can gloss over them… maybe even, I don’t know, grass over and ignore them, then market the space in other ways?” She shrugged awkwardly. “It can be a feature. I am sure there must be some amazing scuba diving, turtles…” Carrie-Ann grinned and brought the filter back to her lips. “Something us unfit chain smokers would never have looked for.”

“Darling, I know you, anything is possible. You could sell ice to Eskimos…”

Carrie-Ann blushed as she smiled at Mike. “You are so sweet.” She crossed over her legs, the bare skin clapping together as she did. Her hand came to her mouth as she pulled hard on her cigarette.

“But…” Mike winced as a thought came to mind.

“But what?”

“You have not thought this through.”

“What?” She glared.

“Caz… They, you, will need another boat. That will cost a fortune. You can’t have the ecowarriors being hypnotised to smoke.”

Carrie-Ann huffed. “I will think of something. Maybe make them think they are monkeys climbing trees?” Carrie-Ann giggled and then screwed her face up as she coughed harshly, before bringing the filter back to her lips.

Chuckling, Mike bent over, ‘ugging’ as he swung his arms and moved around the kitchen.

Carrie-Ann screwed her face up as she coughed her exhale. “Stop, please Mike!” She hacked yet another cough as she laughed again, then tried to recover as she pulled hard on her cigarette, her cheeks collapsing in on each other as she tried to soothe her distressed lungs with enough smoke to stop the urge to cough.

Mike laughed as he squeezed his fingers gently into her naked thigh, briefly leaving white imprints in her tanned skin as he released her. He straightened his shirt a little. “Would it help if I talked to Tanya? Her dad would do anything for her. Especially if I talk to her alone.”

Carrie-Ann rolled her eyes as she exhaled. “Talk talk, not shag talk, yeah?” She swiftly pulled hard again on her cigarette.

Mike raised both hands in the air defensively as the cloud of her exhaled smoke enveloped him. “Trust me, Caz!” He looked at the clock. “She will be in the bar in a bit, I imagine, escaping her mum. I will go and talk… and only talk. You need her onside!”

Carrie-Ann ran her hand through her hair once more and, with resignation, nodded. “Yeah, I know…” Then her cheeks again collapsed as she heaved on the cigarette.

***

“Marion, we might need to think about boarding up the windows,” Martin announced as he marched into the living room. “Marion? Hello?”

There was a cough and splutter from a startled, half-asleep Marion. She rubbed her tired, bloodshot eyes, and her arm stretched up from the sofa as she yawned – before collapsing against her body. “Do we?” Her fingers walked along the coffee table in search of her next cigarette.

“Geoff is tracking Storm Irwin,” Martin continued, aware she was not really awake but needing to vent to someone.

“Good for him.” Marion roused at last as her fingers struck gold. She flicked her lighter and hurriedly pulled smoke into her lungs.

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