I looked around, and noticed all the little kids of all different ages, who were now unsupervised because the lifeguard would rather flirt with me, then do his job. But all well. I was in a different country, and island perspectives are different then Americas.
Thru out the course of the vacation, the lifeguard and I would chit chat. I even took some photos of him, as memories. Now, I'm not a heavy drinker, my preference in alcohol runs more towards wine then liquors. It was the second to last day there, and I decided to get wasted. I went to the bar and gave the bartender a tip (all-inclusive resort mind you) and he used the premium vodka. One after the other, I downed shots of vodka with a touch of cranberry juice. It tasted so good. The shots went down like water. I NEVER tasted vodka so good, I wonder what brand it was. Moving on......
By the time I was done binge drinking, I may have downed I think 10-11 shots within 30-40 minutes. I felt great, I felt awesome. It was only noon time, maybe 12:30. I decided to go out to the beach. I'm walking down by the ocean, there are kids, happy couples, families swimming about and then I bumped into the Lifeguard. He was chit chatting with the gay man who rents jet skis. Lifeguard asks me if I want to go for a ride on the jetski, 100% on him. They tend to run $50 for 30 minutes so I thought this freebie was a real treat
He clearly saw how messed up I was. He put on my life jacket. I couldn't do it I couldn't even feel my arms. He tells me to drive the jet ski.
I said: "I don't think I should."
He said: Don't worry Mon you can't get a DWI in the ocean. It's not like your going to hit anything.
Good point.
So I drive the thing and apparently I'm going slow. He said, faster, faster go faster. I turned around, the buildings were getting smaller and smaller. He told me to quit turning around. I told him I can't go fast, I was too scared because I couldn't feel my arms.
So he said he would drive. We change positions and he goes way out in the ocean. The waves were really big out there. I turned around and there were no signs of the buildings. We were completely surrounded by water. It was odd. I think I felt scared, but i was too drunk to care. Do you know what I mean? The alcohol was dulling my fear.
I felt myself starting to pass out a little. My eyelids were so heavy. He pulled down his pants and put a condom on. He removed my bottom suit and as he did so, I fell into the water. I remember being afraid of sharks. But whatever, I got back on the jetski and lied there.
Oddly, I was very relaxed. He put his small dong in me and it felt like a finger, very small. I have never had such a non invasive penis in my life. Finally, after 2 minutes, he finishes and takes the condom off his dong. He throws it in the ocean and sais "something for the fish to eat."
GROSS.
He takes me back to shore and I collapse on one of the beach chairs. I fall alseep for a few hours under the hot sun and wake up with the reddest burnt skin I have ever had in my life. I wonder if what just happened was a dream, but quickly realize upon my sobriety that it isn't. I do not tell my friends tho. Actually, I wasn't even fazed or bothered by it. Yet.
That evening I thought about what happened. It semi-bothered me, but again, not overly so. It was more imbarrasing then anything. I just wanted to forget about it.
On our last day there, we decided to go to a spa to get a massage. We were waiting for a taxi, and talking about how awesome the massage would feel. A young lady from Chicago heard us chatting. She apologized for interupting but she asked if we were going to XXX spa. We told her no, that wasn't the one, but why?? What happened at XXX spa??
She said that while she was on her stomach getting a massage by a man, he stuck his finger between her legs and in her vagina. She screamed and ran out. She said that incident really put a damper on her vacation. I could see she wasn't lying, and the poor girl was visibly upset and shaken by the finger incident. Then I thought, she is so upset over a finger? What about what happened to me???
I was taken out in the ocean, completely drunk, and screwed on the jet ski. Just then, I started to get mad. I get back home, and I considered the trip a success. Even tho the jet ski thing happened. I mean, being an escort, you have thick skin. And I realized just how much us escorts develop a thick skin in life. I'm sorry to say this, but it's makes you stronger in ways. That girl from Chicago was devestated by a finger.
However, as the weeks and months passed I considered taking action. No, not pressing charges. Just filing a report. But I never did. I chalked it up to a life experience.
Has anyone ever been taken advantage of while on vacation?
(It was a very long time ago, though!) Generally it was always good. But once or twice, not so much.
