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It's noon at Martinique Prison. The general population moves about a large area and sits around tables.

"I'm Jake in the cell next to you, mind if I sit?"

"Pearce Edwards - sure sit."

"Edwards, what brings an American to lovely Martinique Prison?"

"Murder. What's it to you Jake?"

"We don't see many Americans. Most qualify for extradition. You're a very bad boy, Edwards."

"It's a long story Jake."

"Here's a taste, Edwards. Maybe that will loosen you up?"

"Good stuff Jake - thanks. I'm still not sure when during the trip I lost control, or what happened. My wife Melanie loves to tango and salsa - we were out on the town when it all began."

Her name was Marrient and his Jonquière. She, a tall sultry French woman, he, a striking dark Jamaican, live in Martinique. Enticement is their stock and trade, marking young good-looking tourists during their stay. Each night, at Club Vojenga, they tango as no others ever have.

Marrient undulates, nude, underneath silk's caress. Her vapor and fine perfume stimulates the fantasies of men and women. Transfixed by every move - all eyes on Marrient are hungry.

Jonquière's commanding domination ripples his seamless body suit, all sigh, men and women. Jealously, he grabs Marrient's hair, jerking her head to his chest. She pushes him, and they part, spin dancing from each other.

Marrient's legs move up and down Jonquière, dipping bodies near the floor, as their feet glide to music powered sex. Other dancers clear the floor; we're all enthralled captives until the orgasmic pulsing tango ends.

A crowd throngs around their celebrities. Local business associates introduce us. We dance, have a few drinks, and continue the party at their place. Jonquière and Marrient, charming professional dancers, own an opulent ocean view estate. I thought it odd, that dancers lived so well.

Their tropical hillside estate, with spectacular views of Martinique Bay, is just ten minutes from Club Vojenga. Structural steel walls and glass create 360-degree views, large his and her dance studios on either side of the living area dominate.

They met five years ago at a casino in Freeport Grand Bahama, moved in together and that's all I know. When Melanie tells them who we are, they feign interest, but they knew all about us. Perhaps our local associates spoke of us.

Melanie and Jonquière leave Marrient and me in the living room. I use their phone to answer a page, there's a gun in the top drawer. Marrient asks how my business is going. We flirt and arrange to join them at the club next evening.

We return to Club Vojenga, Marrient, Jonquière and tango intrigue. Throughout the evening they dance with opposite and same sex partners. Melanie and Marrient are all over each other as they dance. Jonquière and I drink and watch our partners dance.

"What do you think of that Pearce?"

"Exciting Jonquière, but it makes me feel, oh hell, I don't know."

"Jealousy is a tempest of human nature Pearce, unpredictable and dangerous, nothing's more arousing. Viagra, cocaine, pornography, a fetish, nothing inflames passion like jealousy. Control and use it like the slut it is!

"When Marrient tangos with others, it drives me mad. I cut in and dominate not because I want to - because I have to.

"Those who watch us dance every night are mad with envy, vicariously satisfying their urge to dominate. Submission is not part of the tango. It's lead, follow and lead again, a fight for control. Undressed and caressed by all eyes - caught in the act - this is thrilling.

"Melanie and Marrient are dancing - making love, are you jealous? Which one boils your blood? Who must you have?"

"Both, Jonquière."

"You do get it Pearce! How long will you be staying?"

"That depends. My technology company merges with a major international player next month. Melanie and I thought Martinique would clear our heads before our year long reorganization. We're open.

"Which of our women do you want Jonquière?"

"Melanie of course - Marrient is mine," he laughed.

"I'm curious Jonquière, you and Marrient live very well for dancers."

"Please call me Jon, and Marrient - Marie. We do yearly tours, give private lessons to the rich and famous, we have investments and Marie's parents are moneyed."

That evening at their estate, Melanie and I decide to take dance lessons from Jon and Marie. We became very