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  Following is a short description of the feminine adult icons of pleasure, leisure and 'less work means a better world', a short fiction biopic text substitute of the feminine lead characters of Sun on the Rocks, the non-competitive group of gophers who work at the City of Wellington, a Post-Panamax ocean liner normally docking in Los Angeles, California, which engages in cruises to Acapulco, the Mexican coast line, the Caribbean, and anywhere where the weather is nice, really. The group of ladies boards the City of Wellington when Clarity, Cynthia and Taimi get bored of working at the only clothing optional company in Malibu, Stevenson Garden Products. It includes seven good looking women who like to have fun in the sun, with or without clothes:

  Clarity Nice: Teleoperator from Malibu, California, twenty five years of age, quarter century wise. A diligent employee of Malibu outfit Stevenson Garden Products, natural light brown hair pumpkin born and raised in a wood cabin of Topanga Canyon, a woman of resourceful intuition and acute observer of the Laws of Human Mischief.

  Clarity likes to dye her hair cinnamon auburn at times using a shade selector. She means well and unclothes well in general, for instance on the beach. She likes lovemaking, sharing nudity with other women, and the practical matters and possibilities of sexual ecstasy, after having experienced it first hand at Cassandra Scafarel?s adult resort Hexas Style in the Bahamas. She likes to edge for periods of three or four months, touching and caressing herself for several hours, without reaching a complete orgasm. After one or two months of this, she cums abundantly, and her body responds with sensations which feel beyond pleasure, subtle waves more similar to bliss, which is maximum pleasure, or even ecstasy, which is bliss reaching its apex.

  Because Clarity does everything casually, she ignores how holy she and the virtues she embodies are, but she knows that she is good, very good, in fact, the fact that she is honest is the reason why she usually doesn?t have much money.

  Lanai Thomson: Twenty four year old Librarian from Malibu, originally from Hawaii, Clarity's best friend, somewhat goofy and absent-minded, fun, usually cautious in all of her endeavors, including doing men. She enjoys reading old books with some type of hidden knowledge, specially those which talk about enjoyment or decadence, the first to learn new avenues for it, the second, books such as the book of Decadence, because she wants to know how to avoid the pitfalls of its apparent lure. We would all like to know exactly what she does when she has sex with Clarity or simply unclothes with her for a 'naked pajama night'.

  Flower Parkwood: Twenty three year old Bohemian Ethnographer found on the beach in Acapulco after the Acapulco cocktail affair. Flower has brown hair, is fresh, likes to wear platforms, and is genuinely interested in learning about cultures and the history of those cultures, as long as comfort, leisure and money are nearby. Buddha Talk has attempted to seduce her in The Cayman Air Banner, so far, without success, although they both share a liking for the 'Spirit of Ecstasy', the winged lady traditionally found at the top of Rolls Royce radiators. Flower ignores everything about sexual ecstasy, but she likes the idea.

  Taimi Kendrick: Lifeguard by profession from Malibu, twenty two years of age, she?s one of the original four members of Sun on the Rocks, with Lanai, Cynthia, and Clarity. No nonsense, practical, fun and genuine, mischievous and also cheeky when the opportunity arises, she enjoys simple things, life without its complications, usually handled by Clarity, Flower or Lanai. She handles the entertainment routines prepared for the passengers of the City of Wellington, and when living in Malibu, she watches the rooftop pool of Stevenson Garden Products. She is a good friend of Flake, the gardener of Stevenson Garden Products. Like the rest of her friends, she is not a heavy drinker, but occasionally she particularly likes to taste the sun on the rocks cocktail drink prepared by bartender Mr. LT in the City of Wellington, a concoction made with 2oz of tequila, 1 teaspoon of sugar, 1/2 orange, and a half lemon.

  Montana Sterley: Twenty one year old blond oil heiress, daughter of S Group conglomerate Colorado tycoon Carrelson Sterley, a man who likes to spend time with several women whose name starts with the name of his first wife Kelly Jane. Some of his current girlfriends include Kelly Caroline, Kelly Ann, and Kelley Shelley, the latter being a candidate for the name of a new Subway Combo sandwich. Montana comes from Fairplay, Colorado. She is outspoken, rebellious, mischievous, good looking, well educated, well traveled, and favorable to the idea of emulating the jet-setting lifestyle, versus following her father's business footsteps, or simply being well-behaved. She enjoys adult films, her large allowance, and being naked in good hotels such as Abu Dhabi's Park Hyatt, but her down-to-earth personality prevents her from attaining some of the more subtle knowledge that Clarity observes inside Scafarel's Church of the Holy Flower, a spiritual outfit for the affluent woman.

  Jenna Megway: Twenty three year old surfer and diver fond of the Acapulco diving spot, La Quebrada, found on the City of Wellington, before the search for The Acapulco Cocktail took place. Simple, genuine, and introvert, with long blond hair, she often does more than she says.

  Cynthia Stevenson: Twenty two year old pom squad waves cheerleader from Pepperdine University, good friend of Clarity, gave Clarity her TAG-Heuer Aquaracer watch for her birthday. Cynthia is the well-to-do daughter of the owner of the Stevenson Garden Products company, established in Malibu, the first clothing optional corporate outfit worldwide, to our knowledge, a fact well deserved and established when Clarity and her friends took on officer Packwood during The Malibu Case, along with its clothing implications.

  Cynthia has fun as long as everything goes well, but has difficulty overcoming difficulty, any slight adversity that is. Problems and dealing with them, are simply not part of her daily routine or among her interests. She likes to dress elegantly and swim naked on summer evenings in any pool with her friends. She is a frequent guest of the Areolas clothing optional resort for adult couples and women in Palm Springs, where she likes the Egyptian linen sheets available in the om room and the complimentary cream color Keralan Mundu offered, a garment made with cotton by Creme de l'Ayeryarwady, worn around the waist in the Tulu Nadu region of Kerala and in the Maldive Islands.

  SUN ON THE ROCKS - AMUSEMENT SIX

  THE OOL BRODERIE

  Chapter One

  Manama, Kingdom of Bahrain, Middle East,

  Further than the Near East, but closer than the Far East

  Clarity Nice, wearing construction overalls, tapped on her Bahrain Construction Ministry Inspector plastic helmet, the hard hat, to secure it in place, as the narrow six feet window cleaning platform, also known as a swing stage, lifted to the thirty fifth floor of the spiraling fifty floor glass Cooperation Investment House Building overlooking Bahrain Bay, a building sponsored by the O&O multiglobal conglomerate. Beside her, Colorado oil heiress Montana Sterley, twenty one years of age, in no particular rush to complete her college degree, banged her own hard hat against the railing of the swing stage, in an attempt to catch a piece of paper slipping away from the same hand that was holding a squeegee.

  "Do you have the commercial property manager contract?" asked Clarity.

  Clarity Nice, wearing construction overalls, tapped on her Bahrain Construction Ministry Inspector plastic helmet, the hard hat, to secure it in place, as the narrow six feet window cleaning platform, also known as a swing stage, lifted to the thirty fifth floor of the spiraling fifty floor glass Cooperation Investment House Building overlooking Bahrain Bay, a building sponsored by the O&O multiglobal conglomerate. Beside her, Colorado oil heiress Montana Sterley, twenty one years of age, in no particular rush to complete her college degree, banged her own hard hat against the railing of the swing stage, in an attempt to catch a piece of paper slipping away from the same hand that was holding a squeegee.

  "Check."

  "You lost your hard hat," said Clarity. Montana looked down as her hat landed on the entrance garden of the office building housing some of the most important businesses in the prosperous land of Bahrain, an offshore money haven l
osing ground to Dubai, but still scoring a respectable seventy eight percent in banking secrecy, placing tenth out of seventy one countries in the latest financial secrecy index. Alven Donway, the head of the Central Intelligence Sensual Brigade picked up the hard hat, raising his index finger at Montana in mild reprimand.

  "Yeah, I hope there's nothing on the way up, still have my harness though."

  "Abrasion resistance, rigging and anchoring system?"

  "Not sure, I wasn't in charge of that, I was ensuring the overhang weight allowance of the platform would carry both of us and that the counterweights were in place in case of a power outage. I think Donway's idea of us replacing real agents is not so good, this platform moves with the wind."

  "We're cheaper than real agents, Cassandra Scafarel should be on the thirty fifth floor. We need to know the name of Scafarel's Church, and the meaning of Rosebud in the Church's main book, Decadence. Donway needs both to indict Scafarel in the Bahamas and extradite her from Bahrain, apparently she's protected by high ranking individuals here. Why did you decide to join me, you didn't have to, you know," said Clarity.

  "My father says it's important to know the competition, and I want Maxini," said Montana, referring to Scafarel's right hand, a woman who had disappeared in Manama airport after fleeing from the emirate of Abu Dhabi, where Scafarel's adult film company Telval Studios distributed some never before seen highly refined adult material in luxury hotels.

  "Still thinking about your personal feud?"

  "She wants my reputation by showing me naked on the web, just like Paris Hilton. Just defending my turf, she'll be on the web naked before I am, if I ever am."

  "Dish detergent?"

  "Windex, it's in the squimjim."

  "The squeegee, we find Scafarel, we'll find Maxini, she's her assistant."

  "No, she's more than that," said Montana. She noticed a face from a window across her, staring into her navel. "There's a businessman looking at us from inside the building."

  "Soak the squilgee in the bucket, I'll wave at him, we're at floor twenty eight, getting there. Who's O&O, they seem to own a lot of floors in this building?"

  "Owens & Owell, it's a competitor of the S Group, my father dislikes the fact that they make better two-level commercial planes than we do. They also make sophisticated design lampposts for the highway, but we're not sure if they're better than ours."

  A man carrying inside another cleaning platform a giant O letter from the Owens giant sign atop the building, lowered to their level at slow speed. He spoke to them in Arabic, which neither Clarity or Montana understood. Clarity raised their platform to the thirty fifth level, and the other platform followed them insistingly. The man pointed at the squeegee, made by Ettore, the Oakland company employing eighty people, who turned out one hundred fifty thousand squeegees a month. The secret, they said, was in the rubber, which came from Fresno, in the Central Valley.

  "Why?" he said, lifting one eyebrow.

  "Why are we cleaning?"

  "No, why not Bahrain squeegee."

  "This squeegee leaves a very clean window," said Clarity. The man was annoyed, but accepted the answer reluctantly.

  "The other O first," he said, looking above him, "it needs clean-in." Montana whispered to Clarity.

  "Told you we should have started by cleaning the O letter from the Owell sign." Clarity held his stare.

  "Ten minutes, we'll be there, first the windows, then the O," she said. She reached for the neighboring platform's 'descend' button, and the man's swing stage started moving down, a look of surprised apprehension replacing the look of annoyance. The man held on to his hard hat and to the O letter from the Owens sign to avoid falling, visibly angry, swearing at both ladies a long series of monosyllables as the distance between swing stages widened to a safe several feet.

  Clarity peeked inside the tip of the thirty fifth floor window on her left. According to Donway, it was the office of Cassandra Scafarel, accredited investor of Bahrain, holding one million dollars or more in supranational assets, the scoundrel business woman charged by several jurisdictions including the U.S., the Bahamas, British Virgin Islands, and the Food and Drug Administration, with beauty lotion fraud, multiple feminine consensual abduction in the context of a Church for the affluent woman, and distribution of high quality adult content in upscale hotels and a stock exchange.

  The office was spacious, decorated with luxurious marble and glass tables, in addition to a few swiveling chairs. A middle aged woman wearing an elegant turtleneck and pants was showing her back to Clarity. In front of her, two attractive women, one blond, one dirty blond, wearing the distinct Owens & Owell hostess cap, were seating across from the woman. Clarity took a small cellphone screen from her pocket and turned on the mirror feature. She pointed the cellphone mirror towards the rising sun until a beam caught the device and immediately reflected on a piece of furniture towards the face of the woman. The woman, bothered by the light, moved her chair, but the beam had sent her image. Clarity matched the picture with a photograph retrieved from the symbolic decryptor of Penelope Avalon by Money Fact. Both features matched, it was the same woman, Cassandra Scafarel.

  "Microphone, please," said Clarity, extending her hand. Montana reached for a device inside a shirt pocket.

  "This is from the S Group, my father said we should use this one instead of the one Donway gave us. It'll alert our group of Scafarel's plans."

  "Let's hope it doesn't alert Scafarel of us." Clarity placed the microphone on the window, donning one earphone, giving the other to Montana. Scafarel was pointing to a beautiful white rose on her desk, dipped in a large glass filled with water, labelled as 'gift from the Skyline of Kuala Lumpur', a reference to the name of the harem administered by Scafarel, which boasted some of the world's most beautiful women, among them Maxini. Scafarel's voice was grave, commanding, and sexy, expressing firmness in all of her statements.

  "You're no longer employees of Owens & Owell, do you realize that?" The blond woman spoke an answer to the suave woman.

  "Yes, we'd like to get married according to the rites of the Church of the Holy Flower. Permanently."

  "That can be arranged," said Scafarel, "the Holy Flower is in front of you, and it will be in front of you when you shoot your first adult film for Telval, after you're both married." The blond woman, in her early twenties, held the hand of the other woman, also in her twenties, who smiled coyly.

  "We know the flower is expensive, do you have a copy of Decadence for us where we can see an illustration of it?" Scafarel pulled a book from one of the drawers of her desk. She slid it across the glass table and the dirty blond woman caught it.

  "Yes, there it is, the flower is open now, but you must find the reference in our book to Rosebud, in order to progress with your spiritual development, which includes delight of the senses and a body chart. My butler Charles and our attorney will be in charge of your biometric passport and of showing you the document where you can give me power of attorney. That needs to happen before the wedding."

  "We're ready to give up money," said the blond girl, as her bride-to-be leafed through the pages of the book that Clarity had briefly read in the Bahamas, before entering Scafarel's dismantled resort, known as Hexas Style.

  "What about our wedding dress?" Scafarel got up, and Clarity observed her perfect figure, even despite the ample pants and the middle age, Clarity could guess the firm, round curvature of her bum. Scafarel's hair was shoulder length, brown, her features crisp, there was an elegance that Clarity had seldom seen in her gait, the self assurance of someone used to being in control.

  "One of you will be naked, the other will wear a bridal lingerie piece made from an embroidery, an English broderie nightwear dress based on a Kleinfeld Bridal design called Bateau Sheath. The broderie lingerie piece is being brought into the kingdom by our wedding specialists, using sophisticated transportation."

  "I love the idea," said the blonde bride, "one of us naked."

  "A broderie dre
ss, or an embroidered bridal piece of lingerie?" asked the dirty blond woman. Details were important to her and Scafarel looked into her lovely brown eyes to answer the query.

  "An embroidered bridal mini dress made with English broderie, a large broderie, I call it a broderie, I'd like you to call it a broderie, you can call it a broderie, it's just a broderie."

  "Like the one Lara Stone wore for Alasdair McLellan for British Vogue in November 2010?" Scafarel checked her private collection of Vogue magazines, digitalized in her computer. She disliked people taking away the effect of surprise when the surprise came from her. The girl had guessed how the broderie looked, before the makeover. She tapped her desk with her fingers, annoyed.

  "Sort of, sort of, this one's more complex, the fabric of this mini dress is more like like the Broderie Anglaise Zara shorts from lookbook.nu, cream color and nicer. It is also a lot more expensive, there's only one made. Plus, it provides unique sensual awareness."

  "Yes, that suits us," said the blond bride-to-be. She whispered to her friend. "Call it a broderie, it sounds nice."

  Avene Maxini came inside the door. The twenty five year old assistant of Scafarel was wearing an executive skirt and pale blue shirt, revealing a silver butterfly attached to one of the shirt buttons near her navel.

  "The helicopter will be here in ten, we're ready for their night out." Scafarel dipped a finger in the glass and ran it slowly across the cheek and lips of the woman holding the copy of Decadence.

  "Celebrate dears, it's your last night before getting married, bridal showers happen only once in your life. Then, after the wedding, I'll teach you more things about your body and the sacred truth of sex and orgasm."

  "Multiple orgasm with multiple women?" asked the blond woman.

  "Yes," said Scafarel, "and in multiple settings."

  Chapter Two

  Clarity lifted the window cleaning platform several floors until they reached the top floor. Three women were waiting at the top of the building, which served as heliport. Clarity heard the sound of a helicopter, which landed shortly after on the helipad. One of the women prompted Clarity for papers.