The bath was a large one, and Hony and the doctor bathed lazily together.
A bell at the side of the bath summoned a Chinese boy who poured a fragrant douche over their heads. Then he dried them deftly, massaged them a little, and clapped his hands. Two native girls appeared, and in answer to an order in the vernacular, brought a low couch. Then they brought fruit and wine and a quaintly wrought hookah.
One remained with a guitar, and then the doctor was ready for business.
He lay lazily on his back and let Hony play with him till his penis was really erect Then, when she slid herself softy on to that somewhat placidly rampant cock, and bent forward over him, he placed the amber mouthpiece of the pipe between his lips, blew a great cloud of smoke, nodded to the musician to begin, and gave himself up to languorous rapture.
It was a little too languorous for fiery-passioned Hony, and she had climaxed twice before the doctor showed any signs of responding lust. He inhaled a deep draught of the opiated tobacco, closed his eyes, imagined himself in a woodland glade, gripped the girl's buttocks tightly with his hands and came. The musician, who had been watching for the signal, stopped with the suddenness of a tap shut off.
At that moment a great shouting, gradually becoming louder, was heard outside, and Herr Kunst burst into the room in a state of wild excitement.
His trousers were down, and in his hand he held a piece of paper on which glistened three rather brown-stained diamonds.
'It is of the most magnificentness results,' he shouted. 'Von only I look for and I find three. Dese others dey must haf my belly in been it is six months, ain't it? Ach, mein Solly, bugger you, can you like that shit? Also is it that I can my arse in your beautiful bath clean?'
He didn't wait for an answer, but pulling off his trousers got in, and proceeded to clean himself.
'Ach!' he suddenly exclaimed, 'my pardons, Herr Doctor, I did not notice you der fucking make- Gesundheit. Oh, oh! and the musics, fraulein, of what charmingness, hein! Can you play the Wacht am Rhein, mein dear?'
She could not, but the doctor suggested that the Jewel Song from Faust would be very appropriate, and that they had.
Herr Kunst was radiant with delight at the recovery of his lost treasures and the removal of the pain in his arse. He smoked cigars, and drank wine deep while the girl played on, and the doctor saw visions in the smoke which presently took him into a sound and placid sleep.
Herr Kunst became randy. He was stark naked, and his enormous cock stood up like a miniature Nelson's column. He offered Hony one of the diamonds for a fuck, but she was honesty frightened. Eventually he suggested that she should flog him till he came, without ever touching his prick, and that the musician should kneel before him and play softly.
There was nothing of use for flagellation but the long india-rubber straps for back-rubbing. These, however, doubled up, made very effective weapons.
Herr Kunst stood up, his hands clasped behind his head, and Hony let him have it with a will, her eyes gleaming with passion as she saw the great red weals come on the flesh.
The native girl played wilder and wilder music, Herr Kunst's cock stood rigid and bursting till… he let fly a shot which soared upwards and dropped plum on the girl's dark hair. A stream followed till her head was all wet, and lesser missives fell on her face and her breasts.
Herr Kunst sat down exhausted, and the girl jumped into the bath-the water had been changed since the washing of Heir Kunst-and ducked her pretty head.
Herr Kunst felt sore, but very contented.
The doctor slept placidly on. A page came into the room to say in broken English that two gentlemen were waiting, but he woke not. The native girl, now all dripping from the bath, tickled his penis, but nothing happened. She beckoned the youth, who knelt and took the limp phallus into his mouth. Gradually it trembled into life, and a most beatific smile of joy came over the still sleeping doctor's face-doubtless some pleasant public school memory was floating through his brain.
It became quite stiff, the lad contracted his lips, threw back his head, swallowed, and laughed.
The penis flickered away as the smile left the doctor's face.
'Donnervetter, dot a most practical vet dream vos, ain't it?' said Herr Kunst, now with his eye well on the dark girl.
Hony, forgetting for the moment that there were patients, slipped on her chemise and drawers and went into the consulting room.
There were two young island bloods, immaculately dressed in the usual ducks, chatting over cigarettes.
Hony gave a little cry, but one of them, in perfect English, begged her not to be frightened, and not to go. They kissed and fondled her, and she loved their tender embraces. She would have let either of them have her then and there, but one of them suggested a drive to their own little chalet. Hony, scenting wickedness ahead, was nothing loth.
It was a long drive to the mining portion of the island and the rough carriage jolted a little, but Hony snuggled in the arms of the handsome young native; in fact each jolt put the finger he had in her cunt a little higher up, and Hony was entranced.
It was a sort of bachelor residence for the young men who superintended the mines. The natives took Hony into a large upper room, furnished with nothing but low couches (chairs were very little used on the island) and low tables. They had the customary wines and cakes and fruits, and one of the native serving girls did an abandoned naked dance for them. Hony knew she was going to be fucked, so she threw off her clothes and did a little dance.
Some other young men strolled in, some white, some native. They none of them seemed surprised to see Hony there in nature's garb, and she was kissed and fondled promiscuously. A musician was brought, and dancing became general. More girls were sent for, and all the men stripped. Waltzes were general, and Hony found it delightful to waltz with a graceful native whose rigid cock just touched her belly as they revolved to the dreamy music. It was the very essence of the waltz. Lord only knows men and women can feel sensual enough when clasped in each other's arms in a ballroom. The aroma of the scent, the touch of the hair, the communion of the black cloth and the ivory white shoulder give many to let their most abandoned feelings run riot-and many a subsequent baby had been the result of 'sitting out' the next dance.
But here in the untrammelled joie de la chair of the mingled naked sexes, the unrestrained kisses, and the pressure of flesh upon flesh, self-restraint was impossible. Hony was fucked almost before she knew it, and she was just listening to the entreaties of another native, to rest just for a moment, when there was a loudly shouted:
'Stop that tomfoolery!'
John Tucker and Dr Southfields stood in the doorway.
'I've been telephoned to come because of an accident,' said John Tucker, 'and I find this bloody nonsense going on. Isn't it understood among us that the daytime is for work, and the night for fucking and getting drunk?'
One of the white men murmured something about the beautiful white girl being an excuse.
'Brazen little hussy,' said Tucker. 'Off you go, miss, with the doctor, when he's seen his patient.'
Hony's partner made a whispered appointment for within two days' time and helped to dress her.
Dr Southfields set a fractured arm, drank a lot of neat whisky, and put Hony in his car-cars were plentiful on the island, as apart from those looted from liners, they made them in the island, or, rather, put them together with parts bought during the emissaries' visits to Paris or San Francisco. Dr Southfields drove rather jerkily, and pulled up at a little chalet in the woods.