(http://i41.tinypic.com/2q2n8zq.jpg)<br/><br/>Antony made his way up the steep hill towards 'the place' for the eighth times in as many days, at least the climb was keeping him in shape.  He was wearing his customary tight white t-shirt which made his nipple ring clearly visible along with a pair of grey capri pants, it was far too warm for anything formal and if he didn't meet their code, to hell with them.  He had a small variety of tattoos around his upper body which could just be made out if anyone looked hard enough through his t-shirt, most were pretty random although there was one on his back which summed up his life story so far.<br/><br/>His first week had been spent in Ibiza in doing what he was accustomed too, partying hard.  He spent every mid-afternoon passing ‘the place’ in the vain hope that someone might be walking in and he could get a quick look in before his time come.  The 6 foot 1, slimish built 19-year-old Englishman was visiting Ibiza as a 'reward' from his parents after graduating from college and doing well in his A-level examinations.  His successful parents, who owned their own small chain of 5 star hotels across the world, had promised him this ‘vacation’ as something of a sweetener should he do well in his exams after he had some highly rebellious drunken years in his mid-teens.  They wanted their son to have a good education in the hope he would somehow come to his senses and realise he could do something responsible with his life.  Indeed they had toyed with the idea of Antony managing one of their hotels should he be fit for purpose.<br/><br/>While Antony did well at school, he was far from an angel.  He still managed to party hard at weekends, flirt and pull chicks, doing what teens do to fit in with the crowd.  However there was a void in his life, he gradually came to the realization that too few girls his age give him the satisfaction they he had hoped for, getting wasted and having 'ordinary' sex with a pretty face was actually getting tedious.  Through a little soul searching and more than enough porn he longed for something more.  More diversity, experience and definitely something a little more kinky.  Through porn a whole new world had opened up to him, he was still raw and a quote from his dad summed his intentions up well, do everything once before your 24 and then do the things you enjoyed over and over again.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the doors to ‘the place’ Antony pressed the intercom and announced who he was and the door soon unlocked.  He made the short walk towards reception, looking somewhat mystified over towards the small crowd that had gathered before readjusting his hair that had swayed over his eye.  He locked his fingers together before placing them on the desk in front of the beautifully dressed brunette, taking a quick glance at the receptionists attire from top to bottom in quiet admiration.  "Hello there, I’m Antony Williams, Antony without a H, I have a booking here, might be under the name Williams or McAdam.  Don’t be alarmed about my luggage, or lack of should I say, it’s back at the hotel I spent last night in.  "I was just wondering what time I had to be here?" he looked puzzled towards the brunette "One good night too many..." he chuckled, feeling somewhat of a slob in these spectacular surrounds.