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What Bryce Beaumont, a young researcher from California was to discover on Mykonos-that Greek island of billionaire hideaways, nude beaches and world-class nightclubs, was more than a playground for the privileged. In his probing the undercurrents o At some point, after excusing herself to go to the rest room, Jennifer returned and sat boldly on my lap, her warm thighs atop mine and the smell of her refreshed perfume playing upon my desires. I had actually felt at that point that hooking-up for the night in these places would be as easy as 'shooting fish in a barrel,' as they say, yet by then I had no real plans to start anything up which might interfere with my interests in seeing just what that islands' true night hype was all about. Eventually we all found our way to the central Chora plateia —the place where each night scores of taxis arrive in long lines during these hours to ferry people out to their fantasies in the clubs. I was happy myself to see we would be moving to the next level of sensory diversion and overload—somewhere out on the beaches and the cliffs above them, where these world-famous clubs existed. As we piled into two separate cabs to accommodate our now pretty drunken group, I took some delight in the quiet hiatus of musical sound when we left the port and began the frenetic dive up and along the narrow island roads. Passing in the darkness, with Jennifer sitting again on my lap, her head resting dreamily on my shoulder, I could see the physical elements of an island at night in the Mediterranean—an abundance of stars, all brightening further as we left the ambient lights of the Chora. This night sky actually became more illuminated than the land, and there was a distant reflection upon the water, noticeably reflecting a small, crescent moon, low in the sky. Descending the roads in the cab, I remember this to be the route leading to Paraga Beach, and one near it which would connect over to Super Paradise Beach. I glanced up at the hills and could see the distant the blue and amber lights of a few villas perched above us in the darkness. I immediately thought of my friend Kimiko's email attachments. The one with the aerial photo of the house which had some centralized connection to an international group cryptically associated as vampires. Was that villa actually one of these I saw in the distance? In my foggy mind I remembered my plan to come back in the daylight over the next several days to locate the house and plan out my strategy--that of meeting whomever it was who lived in such a privileged location on this planet. Just as I began to feel Jennifer's light finger tips caressing my face and neck, and an expected kiss was most immanent, the lights of the Paradise Beach Club complex came into view, below us there on the beach. Once again the artificial lights shut out the millions of white stars which had formed for millions of years as a pure canopy over the island. After paying the cabbies an exorbitant fee, in keeping with what was over-charged for food and drinks on the island, we were all soon walking down the well-lit path to Paradise Beach and the outdoor Super Paradise Club. The familiar wall and rhythm of Deep House music was becoming louder as we approached the entrance. At AM the place was just beginning to ramp-up its energy that would sustain its reputation until sunrise. As we waited in line to pay the cover charge of 20 euros, Darcy explained to me and the Canadian that all the beach-goers who entered from the seaside earlier in the afternoon got in for free. This was evident as we neared the entryway and I could see the great mass of people all standing and waving their arms ecstatically, many still wearing bathing suits. It was inconceivable how these people had been rocking out all afternoon in front of the beach bar and now were preparing for their Marathon night of grooving to louder, more famous DJs, and would not rest until the sunlight would turn the night sky away. The answer as to how this superhuman feat of endurance could be accomplished came very clearly while we all waited the last few meters of the line to get in. Two thirty-something looking guys, one an African with a French accent and the other white and sounding a bit Russian, offered our group a special deal on any of our drugs of choice. When we declined the offer, the two cordially wished us a nice night and stepped back into the shadows. Once inside the Super Paradise Club it was hard to stay together as a group, as the bodies pressing up against us all while moving in waves was like fighting a current. Jennifer held my hand tightly and we moved, or were carried actually, with the EDM music blasting, closer to the bar. Having been to that club earlier with Kleio, now only the day before, I sort of had my bearings about the place. Where you ended up seemed to be a matter of just how close you wanted to be to the DJ, that night--some international celebrity to the music scene. To me he was just a tanned, bald wizard with what seemed like an Italian accent, elevated on a platform and rocking his head to the beat of his crowd-pleasing choices. Flanked on all sides of him at a distance in spot lights were four other platforms. Here there were three topless females and one G-sting wearing male dancer expressing their hedonistic message to the crowd—that life was meant to be lived, sensually and NOW! As Jennifer and I were about to get close enough to order a drink, a youngish looking male wearing only something akin to the male dancer, handed us, at least temporarily, a huge bowl. It was half full of ice and a rust colored liquid, obviously a strong concoction from the bar of alcoholic and sweet ingredients which any party reveler would find irresistible if put in his face. Topping the huge cocktail were at least thirty straws for people to drink from en masse , and for effect the bowl was covered with tropical fruits—pineapple, mangoes, kiwis and orange slices. As the boy waited for us to imbibe the elixir freely, Jennifer and I held the heavy bowl between us and sucked the cool, sweet and addictive liquid down with a passion. It was a super-charged drink designed to serve the most people and with the most effect—how utterly ingenious mankind is, I thought. As the practically naked boy nodded at us and took the still-full bowl to the next party of people, he threw a new handful of straws into the evil agent of drunkenness and was ready to keep the process going—all morning! Needless to say after several hours of this behavior, and never having bought a drink all night, Jennifer and I had fallen under the spell of the Mykonos club scene. It was an ambiance of 'paradise'—as the name of the beach and club suggested. We danced and screamed and embraced with a contagious passion. We also slammed into the rest of the revelers with a strangely aggressive, cathartic feeling of abandonment as the music just got faster, louder and never stopped. Several times that night I looked in earnest for Kleio, hoping to encounter her while dancing or while sharing those mega-drinks with others. Though this was not to be, as she never materialized for me out of that distant fantasy. However, looking up at the naked dancers who after more than four hours had still not stopped, one's plans could easily change. From the magic of the night's ambiance and the persistence of the dancers who spoke a universal sexual language to the crowd, Jennifer and I—though by then totally drunk, were convinced it was time to let our libidos loose. We walked out into the cooler air toward the beach, away from the crowd, now seen in the distance as one writhing, large beast in the artificial light. Actually stepping over other couples in the sand who were in the throes of their own sexual pleasure, and hearing their moans, Jennifer and I moved to the very waters edge and lay in the still warm sand. She found my kisses to be greatly longed for and met my mouth with hers in an impassioned expression of a desire. It was obvious this craving in her had been brewing all evening. As we tore off our clothes and pressed our sunburned bodies together, our ancient instincts for pleasure took over. Our mouths explored each other's most sensitive places as a prelude to a final act we would share in a burst of pleasure. As Jennifer moved on top of me and straddled my body with her smooth and shapely legs, she slowly lowed herself down, bringing our bodies into a perfect and rhythmic union under the stars. Waking in what seemed like only moments later, the fading starlight could be seen quickly dissolving into the earliest rays of the constant sun. Try Premium. Log in Sign Up. The Lure of Islands. Digging in. Gifts of the Gods. The Mission. The Spell of a Nymph. Friends with Benefits. Floating Mansions. A Risky Surveillance. Devils from the Deep Blue Sea. Dangerous Introductions. A Fearful Agreement. Summertime Sadness. A Remarkable Life. Deadly Delos. Welcome Guests. Entering the Ancient Realm. Apollo and Artemis. New Reading List. Report Story. Send to Friend. Where stories live. Discover now.

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