<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Damien || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples tiki suite, the beach || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Open</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/marco_zpse82dc209.jpg)</div><br/>Damien moved quietly as he stepped out of one of the suits, doing up the button of his shorts and threading his belt through his buckle as he stepped out into the sun. He was careful as he shut the door behind him, not wanting to wake the petite brunette that was sleeping inside. Not that his silence was out of any real concern for letting the woman get sleep -- in fact, he wanted her to be asleep so that she wouldn't have time to clean up the little cabin before her boyfriend came home. He had come upon her, sunning out on one of the deck chairs while her boyfriend was out on a fishing charter or something like that. Only took a few minutes of charming before the brunette dragged him back into the cabin. Easiest prey he's had all week.<br/><br/>He had left the place a mess, as they had made use of every surface in the tiki hut. Bed rumpled, clothes torn, the room smelling of sex. And her passed out, utterly exhausted from the wild afternoon. Hell, even if she did wake up and get the place clean, Damien had gotten a hold of the poor bastard's phone on the nightstand and filmed the thing without the woman knowing. No way her infidelity would stay secret for long.<br/><br/>The thought brought a smile to Damien's face. He always said he was doing these couples a favour: let them see if their relationship could really stand up to anything. But really, that was a justification and he knew it. Damien liked the sex, stoking the fires of lust to burn so brightly in a woman that she gave in, even when she knew it was wrong. And he loved to see the destruction it left in its wake.<br/><br/>He had taken a bottle of water from the hut's fridge - wouldn't be missed when the boyfriend got home and the fighting started. But the afternoon had left him dehydrated. Bringing the bottle up to his lips, Damien moves across to the lovely beach. Bare feet sliding over the hot sand. Eyes sweeping out over the beach. Taking in the sights. And not just the natural beauty.