Feature Writer: ReluctantHedonist
Feature Title: TRINITY ISLAND
Published: 16.11.2023
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: A tropical paradise with a dark secret
Trinity Island
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”
My wife was waving her arms around over her head and looked like she’d just won the lottery. I stopped loading the dishwasher and stared at her, “Something up babe?!”
She looked like she was starting to hyperventilate, “We’ve got… oh shit, we’ve got an interview… for… bloody hell! We’ve got an interview for the Trinity Island gig!!!”
My eyes felt like they were going to drop out of my head, “No fucking way!?”
She grinned back at me, “Way! Take a look.”
She pushed her laptop round and I scanned the email on the screen, “Fuck!” My wife squealed in delight, “Holy shit, that’s fucking awesome!”
She was now jumping around the apartment, “Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” She threw herself at me “Holy shit baby this is the gig we’ve been waiting for, this is the one that’s going to set us up!!” She started to cry happy tears, “One more gig and then it’ll be just you and me and our chance to start a family!”
“Slow down baby, it’s not in the bag yet, it’s an interview.”
“I know but Bertolini said that if we got to interview it was 99% in the bag and he’s the one that recommended us!”
I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her gently on the lips, “OK babe, let’s calm down, remember, professional wins the day. When’s the interview?
She scanned the email, “Holy shit! It’s this morning 11:00!”
“OK, that gives us two hours, no sweat.”
My wife took a deep breathe, “OK, coffee, I need coffee and then I’m going to see what I can find out about the place.”
“Make sure you read everything on their web site, it’s what they want their persona to be.”
“Of course, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going for a run. When I get back we need to get into game mode.” I kissed her tenderly and squeezed her breasts.
“OK babe, love you.”
“Love you too.” I got changed and set off for my run. It’s the best way I’ve found to reduce stress and focus my mind on what needs to be done. She was right though, this gig would be a game changer for us.
For the last eight years we have been professional hosts or house keepers if you like. We work for the rich and famous, mostly the rich and in recent times for the mega rich. As in most things it’s not what you know, but who you know that gets you work.
We were doing very well, the job usually entails doing nothing much, then the phone would ring and the client or the client’s family or friends or whoever would be arriving in a few hours. We’d go into game mode and get everything just right, just how the client wants it. Between these hectic periods we would have loads of down time which we put to use getting more qualifications and experience that made us more marketable. We were putting away quite a lot of money each month and living a life of luxury… when we weren’t working our asses off.
We were saving up to start our own agency and of course start a family, our life was completely on hold until we could go it alone. That was fine though, we loved it.
Just over two years ago we were working for a wealthy banker in New York. He was great because he worked an 80 hour week and was unmarried. Then one day, completely out of the blue he told us that the bank president wanted us to work for him. This was a huge step up and since then we’ve had a series of gigs each one a recommendation from our previous employer. It culminated with a six month cruise with an Italian Billionaire whom we knew only as Bertolini. We sailed the world on his mega yacht making stops where he would hold closed door meetings. We had no idea what he did or who his contacts were and we didn’t care. One of the fundamental rules of the game is, don’t ask questions. We are good at the game.
Bertolini paid us very well for our discretion and we were close to our dream, we just needed one more really good gig. At the end of the cruise Bertolini asked if we would like him to recommend us to an ultra exclusive resort on a tropical island called Trinity. Obviously we jumped at the chance. He said that the roles are never advertised and the contract is strictly one year only. The salary would be enormous! He said it would take about four weeks and if we got an interview it pretty much meant the job was ours.
It had been five weeks!
Focus.
I pushed myself hard and shaved 20 seconds off my personal best time, I was elated. Back in the apartment my wife was examining the Trinity island website, “Hi babe, you’re not going to believe this, you don’t hire a room at Trinity Island resort, you hire the resort… all of it! I’ve checked, there are no prices anywhere.”
“I guess it’s like buying a Rolls Royce, if you have to ask how much it is, you can’t afford it.”
“I guess so. This place looks phenomenal!”
We’d looked at the website when Bertolini had first told us about the gig, but not done any more investigating since, there was no point getting our hopes up if it didn’t come off. I looked over her shoulder as she clicked through the Gallery images, “Holy shit, it really is incredible!”
“Their tag line is, ‘Whatever it Takes.'”
“Wow! This is incredible babe. I’m going to grab a shower.” I kissed her cheek and, as I usually do, I caressed her breasts.
She grinned, “OK baby, I’ll keep looking at these photos imagining myself in each and every one.”
I confess, I was doing the same. We had become accustomed to living in luxury, but Trinity Island was the next level of utter opulence. It was daunting though! The level of service required would have to be nothing less than exceptional, 24/7.
I got out of the shower with strengthened determination. We had worked exceptionally hard to get where we are now and this last gig would be enough to set us up for the next stage in our lives. I went into the bedroom to get dressed and found my wife on the bed naked. Her legs were spread wide, one hand caressing her tits, the other rubbing her clit, “Hi baby,” she grinned, “you know the drill!”
I dropped my towel and moved between her legs, “I sure do baby, let’s do it!”
Over the years we’d learnt that long intimate sessions were more than likely to be interrupted. We have developed our own version of the quickie that worked and we, quite frankly, loved doing it. “Make it hard for me baby, rub your cock and make it hard.” I stared at her pussy and the wetness on her fingers, my cock quickly rose to attention.
She moved her hand from her tits and squeezed my balls, “Oh god yes, I want you inside me,” her fingers moved faster over her clit and her breathing became faster, “Oh baby, I want you to cum in me… ahh…oh yes… ahh…” I moved closer so that the tip of my cock was only inches away from her opening. “Ohh yes, oh god… ” she released my balls and pinched her nipples, “oh fuck, here it comes baby, you know… ohhh fuck… you know what to do, what I want… oh fuck, YES!”
As her orgasm washed through her body I buried my cock inside her, “Ahhh fuck! Oh my god, yes baby, fuck me, fuck me hard… oh god… ahh…oh shit here comes…another… ahhh, yes! She dug her nails into my buttocks and I unloaded inside her. “Oh shit yes, oh god, fill me up baby fill me up, shit that feels so good.”
Regaining her composure she patted my buttocks, “Nice one babe, it never ceases to amaze me how you can cum so fast and yet still manage to have leisurely sessions when you last for ages.”
I smiled and kissed her with as much love and devotion as I could muster, “It’s having you, my darling, that makes all things possible.”
She smiled coyly, “You sweet talker! OK, get that cock of yours out of me, I’m going to have a shower. We need to get our game faces on.”
At the appointed time we had joined our meeting and waited. At precisely 11:00am the meeting started. A man wearing a very sharp suit, white shirt and black tie appeared, “Good morning, my name is Brett, I’m chief of security at Trinity Island.”
We both gave our best corporate smile and chorused the reply, “Good morning.”
“Thank you for attending at such short notice,” he looked down at something out of view, “may I call you by your first names?” We nodded. “Marvellous, good morning Susannah.”
My wife smile and nodded, “Good morning Brett, please call me Suzie.”
“Suzie? Lovely, good morning Suzie and good morning Paul.”
I nodded slowly, “Good morning sir.”
A faint smile curled the corner of his mouth, “I’m going to ask you to confirm some basic details and then I’ll pass you over to Maxine in our Human Resources department.” He took a deep breathe, “Here at Trinity Island we cater for some of the world’s richest people. They value their time here because we give them exactly what they want, whatever that may be, but first and foremost we give a cast iron guarantee of privacy and security. To some this may mean that our practices may appear to be somewhat draconian, however, we have found over time that it is the only way to be sure.” He paused and studied our faces, “Would you confirm that you have no children?”
My wife nodded, “Correct.”
He looked down again, “Paul, am I correct in thinking that your parents were both killed in a car accident five years ago?”
I tried to hide my surprise, “That is correct, yes.”
“My condolences. Suzie what is your relationship with your parents?” My wife reacted brilliantly to this unexpected, invasive question, “My parents are estranged very acrimoniously and I haven’t heard from either of them in years. I don’t actually know where they are.” She sounded in control and matter of fact which was exactly what was needed.
Brett smiled, the kind of smile a snake gives, just before eating a mouse, “I know that these questions seem intrusive and irrelevant, but in the past employees of Trinity have been coerced and manipulated by third parties to gain access or detailed information about the running of the resort and our guests activities. If successful, you will have very high profile roles here and we must be sure that you cannot be compromised.” He paused again and glanced down, “Can you both confirm then that you have no dependents or close relatives?”
I nodded, “That is correct sir.”
“Close friends?”
“We have found that this job is not consistent with forming relationships other than the people we work for. We are away too much and too busy for social lives.”
Brett seemed to be satisfied. “As you know, the contract is for one year only. We do this to ensure that what we provide to our guests stays fresh and also to prevent burn out. I hope that doesn’t sound intimidating.
My wife shook her head and smiled sweetly, “Not at all. We are used to very hard work and long hours and we are always up for a challenge. We will ensure that each and every guest has the stay they didn’t know they wanted… whatever it takes.”
Brett smiled, “Excellent. I’ll pass you over to Maxine now who will outline our working practices for you. Good luck.”
The screen flicked and a middle aged lady with a delightful smile appeared, “Hello Suzie, hello Paul, I’m Maxine, lovely to see you.” We reciprocated the greeting and then her face seemed to solidify resembling a stern schoolteacher, “I will make a series of statements, please listen carefully;
If employed by Trinity Island;
Your contract will be for one year only.
Whilst on the island you will be on call 24/7.
There will be no annual leave.
You will have a one hour break per day, but will still be on call.
You may not leave the island except to collect guests and supplies.
You may not have any electronic devices whilst on the island.
You may not tell anyone that you are employed by Trinity Island.
You must sign a Non Disclosure Agreement.
Trinity Island reserves the right to terminate your contract without notice.
Your salary will be paid into an offshore account accessible after contract end.
Your duties will be whatever is deemed necessary by the operating staff.
You will not question any guest of Trinity Island.
You agree to uphold the Values of Trinity Island Whatever it Takes.
Please do not confer. Suzie, do you agree to these statements?”
My wife didn’t falter, “I agree.”
“Paul do you agree to these statements?”
“I agree.”
Maxine’s delightful smile reappeared, “Excellent, thank you. Should you be successful all of this and more will be in your contracts. I’ll now pass you over to our Chief of Operations. Good luck.”
The screen flickered again and a strange looking very young man appeared. I say young, but he also looked old, tired, haggard even. He looked at us for a few moments and then spoke softly, “Suzie, how much would you like to be on Trinity Island?”
My wife resisted the urge to answer emotionally, “I would be honoured to serve your guests wherever they are sir.” The man paused and I could feel his gaze landing on me. After a few more moments he spoke again, “That will be all, thank you.”
The screen flickered and the meeting ended. In accordance with our established practice, I logged off the call and closed down the laptop before either of us reacted or said anything. As the laptop switched off my wife virtually exploded, “What the fuck was that!?!?!
I had to agree with her sentiment, we had never experienced anything like that before, “I have no idea, do you think we got the job or not?”
“Well, I would say probably not, they didn’t seem to want to know anything about us or our experience.”
“Maybe they got it all from Bertolini?”
My wife sighed deeply, “I don’t know baby, but I really, really want this gig.”
“Why?”
“Because of the challenge! It sounds intense. We both thrive on the pressure and this sounds like it would be a real test of our resolve.”
“And it’s only for a year.”
“Exactly, there are so many possibilities!”
“I know what will help.”
She looked at me happily, “Coffee?”
“Yep, I’ll make a cafetiere and then we can regroup. If Trinity’s not for us.. ” my wife whined, “I know, but if it isn’t, we need to seek out other gigs PDQ.”
I had barely begun when my wife’s smart watch pinged, a few seconds later all hell broke loose. “Oh… my… fucking… god, WE’VE GOT THE TRINITY GIG!!!!” My wife jumped up and down and made a noise like a thousand teenage girls at a boy band concert all screaming at once. “Oh baby, we’ve got it!” She jumped onto me wrapping her legs around my hips, “We’ve got it!!” She kissed me a dozen times, “Oh fuck, I feel dizzy.”
I set her down gently, “Are you sure baby, better check.” She wobbled off to her tablet and I set about making the coffee. A few minutes later and she hadn’t said a word, I could see her reading and every now and then her lower jaw would sag a bit. I carried on making the coffee. When it was ready I poured two of our largest mugs and turned round. My wife was looking at me with an expression I’d never seen before. She’d gone quite pale and seemed to be having problems breathing, “Baby what’s wrong, what’s the matter.” Panic seized me.
“I… we… oh my god!”
I set down the mugs, “Baby, what’s the matter? Did we get the gig?”
She nodded, “Yes, my darling we did.”
I did a little happy dance with jazzy hands, “Well, that’s good isn’t it?”
“Yes baby… it… is… ”
“Sweetheart, what’s the matter!?”
She looked at me without actually seeing me, “Well… two things really…I suppose.”
I waved my hands over my head, “WHAT!”
“Start date and… salary.”
My heart sank, “Oh shit, not what we hoped for?”
So often it was the case that the employer thought that working for them was as good as a salary and as we were ‘being kept’ we didn’t need money anyway. “No, quite the opposite, they want us to start… tomorrow.”
My jaw dropped, “Tomorrow?!”
“And the salary is 500 thousand.”
“What!! 500 thousand, holy fucking shit! Baby with that we can… ”
She held up a hand, “Each.”
My head span, I sat down. “Each?”
She wobbled on her stool, “Each.”
We sat in silence for, I don’t know how long. The enormity of what had just happened was slowly filtering through and suddenly my game head kicked in. “OK, what next, what are the next steps? My wife looked at me dazed, “Come on baby, get your game head on.”
She snapped back into the present and scanned the email again, “OK, if we want to accept we need to call Maxine within 20 minutes of getting the email!”
“How long has it been?”
She looked at the email again, “Twelve minutes.”
“OK, babe, you have seven minutes to make sure we have everything ready then we make the call.”
I sat and drank my coffee watching my wife do what she does best. There isn’t a single person I’ve ever met that can organize and prioritize better than she can. She was in the zone now and when she hit the call button I knew we were ready.
The call connected and Maxine smiled at us, “I take it you are accepting our offer?”
My wife smiled, “Yes, we are delighted to do so.”
Maxine beamed a smile back to us, “Wonderful! OK, I know things seem at bit rushed, but trust me, it works better this way. I’m going to send you your travel itinerary shortly, please travel light, one hand bag only. We will provide you with everything you need from swimwear to black tie. You will want for nothing, so bring nothing. We will sort out all the formalities when you arrive. Do you have any questions?”
I nodded, “Yes Maxine, just one if I may,” she nodded, “how long will our handover be with the current incumbents?”
Maxine flashed her dazzling smile, “There will be no handover, now that we know you will be here tomorrow, your predecessors will be leaving today. We prefer it that way to ensure that our service is always fresh and exciting, we wouldn’t want you to learn old ways of doing things that would bore the guests.”
I nodded, “Quite so.”
The call ended and we logged off. My wife turned to look at me, “What do you fancy for lunch?”
“I think a little lie down.”
She laughed and kissed me on the cheek, “We did it babe, all the hard work and sacrifice, it’s all going to be worth it!”
“Do you know what I would like the most, right now?”
She held my hand, “What baby?”
“Since we don’t have to pack, I’d like us to enjoy the day together, eat well and go to bed early.”
“To have sex?” She said with a twinkle in her eye.
“To make love leisurely. I think it will be the last opportunity we have for about… a year.”
“I love you darling husband.”
“I love you too.”
My wife set about the practicalities and then we set off, hand in hand to have lunch. It was the most surreal feeling, but at the same time totally euphoric. We allowed ourselves an hour to bask in the moment and then we clicked back into game mode. Everything needed to be in place. We worked non stop to organize our affairs. Emails came thick and fast from Trinity, but nothing was going to faze my wife. By the evening everything was done. We walked into town and had a leisurely meal, with perhaps a little too much wine. When we got home we went to bed and made love for hours. It was wonderful, intimate, passionate. Never had I felt so in love, so content… so happy.
The next morning we set off… well, that’s not quite true. A limousine collected us and took us to the airport where a private jet was waiting. There was Champagne and Caviar, we were waited on, which seemed bizarre considering that we were staff. The last leg of the journey was by helicopter which gave us a fabulous view of the island group and also of Trinity Island.
It’s phenomenally beautiful.
Brett was waiting for us and greeted us warmly and enthusiastically. Truly, it felt like we were in a dream. “Suzie, Paul, welcome,” he extended his arms towards us, “welcome to Trinity Island.” He ushered us into the main reception, “Please come with me, you must be tired so we’ll make this quick.”
He ushered us into a back office of the reception area, “I have prepared a welcome pack for you,” he handed us both a large leather bound folder that was impressively heavy for a welcome pack. “please remove your watches and put them in your travel bags along with any other electronic devices on your person. These will be stored for you until you leave.” We complied and waited for what was to come next. Brett opened a cabinet near the door and pulled out what looked like two smart watches “Please put these on and ensure you always wear them when outside of your apartment. Failure to do so is a dismissible offence. These devices allow us to know your exact location on the island at all times, we all wear one,” he held up his left arm to show us, “it has many uses, but one of the most important is to let you know if you are approaching a restricted area. There are many such areas in the resort and around the island that are prohibited to most staff. As you are briefed on each of these areas your device will be updated to give you access. They also open all the doors in the resort that are accessible to you and they tell the time.”
He smiled, pleased with his witticism, “I’m sure you have many questions, but for the rest of the day please explore the resort and the island. Tomorrow, Maxine will go through the formalities with you and then we will begin your induction. Your apartment is called ‘Tiffany’ and is located in the staff quarter, turn right out of the door and follow the signs.” He clapped his hands together, “Right, we do not have any guests this week, but there is much to do, please.” He indicated the door and we obediently exited.
We were both in a daze as we followed the signs to the staff quarters. We found ours and stared at the door, my wife reacted first and waggled her watch at the door handle, there was a click and the door swung open slightly. She pushed the door and gasped, “Oh my good god!” She wobbled a bit and then stepped inside.
I followed and shortly after I let out a gasp too, “Holy shit!” It was the most incredible room we had ever been given and we had stayed in some incredible places. It looked like something out of a royal palace.
My wife wandered through a door, “Oh my god, this bathroom is incredible!”
I barely heard her as I stared out through the balcony doors at a view to die for. An uninterrupted view of the ocean and several of the smaller islands around Trinity, “Baby, you’ve got to see…”
“Fuck me baby have you seen this walk in wardrobe!” I tore myself away from the view and followed the sound of her voice. “Bloody hell baby, look at all the clothes, dresses, hats, ooh look at all those shoes!” I looked around and there was an equally impressive array of clothes for me, each and every one in my size.
I left my wife fondling some shoes and walked through another door,” Err babe, you need to see this.”
I stared in awe as my wife sauntered in still holding the shoes, “Bloody hell!” It was ostensibly an office, but an extremely well equipped one, including a bank of monitors giving us access to the resort CCTV cameras. All the public spaces were open to us. “This is incredible!”
We went on to find a separate lounge, kitchen, our own gymnasium and a lap pool. I simply couldn’t believe what I was seeing, “If this is for us babe, what are the guest rooms like?!”
She waggled her wrist in the air, “Let’s go and see, shall we?”
We explored the resort complex, rooms and outside areas for two to three hours. It was fair to say that of all the staff we had the best accommodation by a very long way. For the guests though, everywhere was opulent and refined beyond our wildest dreams. Everything, absolutely everything was top class, it was stunning.
As the sun kissed the horizon we sat on the beach staring at the ocean, small ripples lapping at the shore. My wife looked up at the darkening sky, “Oh my love, this is incredible, utterly incredible,” she paused for a moment and sucked in a lungful of the sweet tropical air,… “let’s go for a swim!”
I sighed, lapping up the last warmth from the sun, “By the time we get changed, it will be dark.”
My wife jumped up, “Don’t need no swimmies… ” she started to tear off her clothes and soon she was stark naked, “come on babe, get naked!”
I grinned and discarded my clothes as fast as I could and then ran after her into the ocean. The water was cool on our warm skin and smelt clean and fresh. My wife was bobbing up and down, on tip toes when I reached her and as I scooped her up in my arms she wrapped her legs around me. Supported on me she wrapped her arms around my neck, “I love you baby, so very, very much,” she kissed me slowly and tenderly and my penis got interested in what was happening, “I know that this gig is going to be hard, really hard, but I want it, I really do,” she kissed me again and my penis approved, “one year my love, one year in which we learn so much and earn even more, that’s got to be… hello!?” She raised her eyebrows and leaned back, “What’s that I feel between my legs?!”
I grinned from ear to ear, “You can’t expect to be naked in a tropical ocean with me and not expect it can you?”
She pulled herself up and wriggled herself about until my cock was nestling between her pussy lips, she moved slowly from side to side and up and down until the tip of my cock met with that altogether different type of wetness. Slowly I started to ease inside her beautifully tight pussy, she gasped and leaned backwards causing her breasts to clear the water where they bobbled around in a most delightful way, “Oh baby, you’re so hard, fuck!” She wriggled some more and another inch or two of my cock slipped inside her, “Oh god that feels so good… ” instinctively my hips thrust forward and my full length was buried inside her, “ahh,, yes, oh god yes, baby that feels so good,” I began short thrusts into her, focussing on the sensations rather than speed, “oh, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop, keep… doing… that… oh god… yes!” Her orgasm rippled through her body and her legs clamped around me.
“God I love watching you cum sweetheart.”
She smiled, “Well, it’s a good job that I cum a lot then isn’t it?” She released one of her hands from my neck and reached down between us, “I think I’d like to cum again.” Her hand connected with her clit and she sighed, “Mmm, that feels good.. ” I could feel her hand moving between us and every now and then she sighed, “mmm, how shall you cum for me baby?”
“Any way you like my darling.”
I could feel her hand moving faster, “Any way? Yummy. Where do I want your cum this time… ahhh… move slowly baby, just a bit… ahh yes, like that, not too fast, yes, yes, keep doing that, oh god, feels so good… mmm… maybe I should suck the cum out of you and swallow it all… ahhh… or let it spill out of my mouth onto… ohh… onto my tits, mmm, I’d like that… oh baby, you feel so hard… maybe you could cum in my ass, oh fuck it feels so good when you fuck my ass, yes… keep doing that baby, oh yes… nearly… there… not as good as when you fill, ahh, my pussy though, that is… so… fucking…..good, oh baby,” her hand moved faster and she leaned back, eyes closed, her mouth open, “oh baby, oh baby, here it comes… ahh… I love you….ahhh, fuck… yes!”
Her pussy clamped around my cock, very nearly sending me over the edge, “Fuck baby, your pussy feels so good!”
She relaxed onto me and smiled, “Thank you darling, your cock feels very good too.” She pulled herself off me and swam for the shore, she rolled onto her back and shouted, “Come on baby, I know how I want you to cum.
I set off after her and caught up just as she settled onto the shore, the wavelets were lapping up against her pussy as she leaned back on her elbows. “OK, babe what’s it going to be?”
She pointed between her legs, “Stand here babe and wank onto me.” She grinned broadly as I wrapped my hand around my aching cock. “That’s it baby, don’t take your time I want your cum on me now.” I rubbed my cock faster and watched the water lapping up against her pussy, it looked so erotic, “Faster baby!” She was staring at my cock and I could feel my orgasm approaching fast, I stopped rubbing and gently squeezed my cock head, she could read the signs, “Oh yes, cum on me baby, cover me in cum,” my cock pulsed and spurt after spurt landed on her stomach and breasts as my legs trembled and shook, she squealed in delight. “Fuck yes! Look at all that cum! Thank you baby.”
I squeezed the last drops out and watched as she trailed her fingers through the sticky mess. She swirled it together between her breasts and I knelt down between her legs and bent over, “I love you babe,” I leaned over her and licked my cum off her breasts. When I’d sucked and licked as much of it as I could into my mouth I reached up and kissed her. As my mouth opened my cum slipped into her mouth. Our tongues danced, sharing and swapping my semen.
She leaned back and swallowed, “Mmm, that was yummy. God I love cum!” I lay down next to her and she casually played with my softening cock. “I know it’s going to be very hard work, but we must try to make time like this for us.”
I sighed and gazed into the sunset, “Absolutely babe. What a place this is.”
When we got back to our accommodation we found a message on our TV inviting us to dine with Maxine and Brett. We made the most of the luxurious bathroom and then pondered the array of clothes at our disposal. We decided Black Tie was called for even though no mention of dress code had been made.
Maxine and Brett were similarly attired and I saw a brief smile cross Maxine’s face as we approached. Brett pulled back a chair for my wife, “You had a pleasant afternoon I trust?”
“Yes, thank you, perfectly delightful.” My wife was clearly enjoying the attention after all it’s not often we are treated like this.
Brett continued, “I hope your accommodation and facilities are adequate?”
“Yes sir, they…”
Brett held up a hand, “Paul, just for tonight, call me Brett.”
“Of course, thank you. We have never seen such well equipped and luxurious accommodation, it’s beyond our wildest expectations.
Maxine smiled sweetly, “Excellent, that’s the way we like it.”
We ordered our meals and I surreptitiously watched my wife critiquing the waiting staff. At one point the wine waiter withdrew and rotated the bottle he was serving a fraction too slowly and a single drop of red wine landed on the pristine table cloth. I thought my wife was going to explode, but she controlled herself impeccably.
Maxine smiled, “I’m sure you will have them all point perfect in no time Suzie.”
Flicking a mote of bread crumb from the table my wife agreed wholeheartedly, “Perfection is difficult to achieve 100% of the time, but it doesn’t stop you from striving for it. From what I have seen so far the staff are exceptional, Perfection is only a few short steps away.”
Maxine raised her glass in a toast, “Perfection!” We raised our glasses and chorused the toast, the lead crystal glasses chiming their approval.
The next week and a half were spent learning the ropes and getting to know the team. I made it my mission to talk to every single member of staff, I needed to understand their jobs and them as individuals. A few I noted as problematic, but most were competent to exceptional. Gradually all but a couple of restricted areas became accessible to us and our confidence was growing rapidly, we wanted some guests!!
We didn’t have long to wait.
It was standard practice to have a team briefing before each booking. In three days time Trinity Island was going to host Cobra and his family. I tried not to smile, but I mean… Cobra? We had been told that some of the guests we would recognize, but many we would not. All guests were given the option of being referred to solely by a pseudonym, this guest had chosen Cobra. The party consisted of 16, Cobra, his wife, their two sons, two daughters (all in their twenties) and assorted relatives from both sides off the family. It was their silver wedding anniversary celebration and the security risk was deemed to be medium to low, which suited us down to the ground.
One of my duties was to take the motor launch to Port Arthur which was the main supply hub for the island group. It was a 30 minute journey giving me plenty of time to relax and gather my thoughts. As with most things to do with Trinity though, there were strict rules to follow. I had to stay on the launch until the land agent arrived. If their I.D. was authenticated and they knew today’s password, I could load the supplies. Everything had to be checked by security back on the island before being unloaded. It was a bit too James Bond for my liking, but hey, I was being well paid and the weather was wonderful.
I didn’t much like the way the locals looked at me though. They must have known the motor launch was from Trinity and everyone kept their distance. There were sideways glances and a lot of whispering, it was unnerving.
Most guests arrived via their own private yachts a few flew in by helicopter, Cobra was one of these. The helipad was located a good distance from the resort complex and so the guests were collected in a fleet on air condition utility vehicles.
I had the pleasure of driving Cobra and his wife, Serena to the resort. They both came across as very personable people and I warmed to them quickly. Their children, on the other hand, immediately came across as entitled brats. They would be much harder work, however this is nothing new, we could handle them.
We love the game and it was great to be in it. Three days in and the only problems had been the children making rather outlandish requests. My wife though, is a master when it comes to placating intoxicated, peeved youngsters who want to go pearl diving at 2:00am!
Around mid afternoon on the fourth day I was in the security centre monitoring events around the pools when some kind of incident alerted the security staff. I had no idea what it was, but the Command Centre door burst open and Brett rushed out followed close on the heels by two of his staff. As the last one hurtled through the door he pulled it closed behind him, but failed to notice that it hadn’t clicked onto the magnetic lock. The door stayed tantalizingly open. I assumed that someone inside would remedy the situation, but nothing happened.
I gazed at it for a few moments and then walked over to pull it closed. As I approached my watch alerted me that I was getting too close. I put my hand on the door and was about to pull it closed when I heard cries of passion. I listened, sure enough, I could hear a woman crying out in ecstasy, but it wasn’t any woman, I’d recognize those sounds anywhere, it was my wife!
I pushed the door open and an incredible sight met my eyes. It looked like a NASA mission control room or a set out of some CIA drama. There were monitors and devices and controls everywhere and in the centre was a large monitor on which I could clearly see my wife kneeling on a bed, her skirt up around her waist as a man kneeling behind her fucked her energetically. I watched spellbound and realized that the man was none other than Cobra himself. He had his hands on her thighs and was pounding into her for all he was worth. My wife cried out and I could see her hands gripping the bed sheets as she climaxed. I know her very well, she wasn’t faking. As her orgasm subsided, Cobra started to groan, I could clearly hear her telling him to fill her pussy with his cum, he grunted and buried himself inside her spilling his semen into her. I grabbed the door handle and pulled the door shut.
I stood looking at the door my heart pounding and my head spinning. I was shaken to the core. It wasn’t because I’d seen my wife having sex with another man, I’ve seen that dozens of times. In our line of work if a rich client wants to fuck your wife you say ‘yes’, if you don’t they find someone who will and you find a new job, simple as that. We’d factored this into our interviews, if we couldn’t see ourselves having sex with a client, we didn’t take the job.
No, what had chilled me to the bone was that my wife was having sex with Cobra on our bed. Our apartment was being monitored!
I went back to monitoring events at the pools. A few minutes later I saw Cobra. His wife was sitting on a stool by the bar. Cobra walked up to her, kissing her and sat down. He ordered a drink and casually caressed her shoulder. A few minutes later I watched my wife walking into a conference room for a meeting with the Head Chef. It all seemed so surreal.
When I got back to our apartment that evening, I struggled to act naturally. Fortunately I could hear the shower running so I quickly stripped off and put my watch on the charging dock next to hers. Thankfully, my wife was alone in the shower, I walked in and wrapped my arms around her, she jumped a mile, “What… oh shit! Don’t do that babe, you scared the life out of me!”
I couldn’t help but grin, “Sorry babe… did you have a good day.”
“Yes, OK, but if you’re hoping to get lucky it will have to be a super quickie, I’ve got to be out in 10.”
“Cobra?”
“Yep he…”
I squeezed her breasts, “How did you come to be having sex with him this afternoon?”
She sighed and rolled her eyes, “The dirty bugger followed me when I… wait! How do you know that?!”
I had to assume that there was surveillance in every room so I pretended to kiss her neck. “Our room is being monitored.”
She froze for a moment and then turned round to face me, she looked into my eyes and then kissed me softly, “I take it you’re not yanking my chain?” She whispered, I shook my head slowly. I could see her processing the situation, “Let’s go for a midnight swim, meet me by the dock.” With that she kissed her way down my body and sucked my hardening cock into her mouth. She worked quickly and expertly on me squeezing my balls as her head bobbed up and down. I gripped her head and gasped as my cock pulsed in her hand. She sucked every last drop out of me and then stood up and kissed me. “Midnight, OK?”
I nodded.
She walked out of the shower giving my ass a sharp whack on the way. She bustled around getting ready as I lay on the bed. Try as I might I couldn’t see anything that looked suspicious even though I had a pretty good idea where at least one camera was.
I got dressed, grabbed my watch and headed off on my routine evening patrol. Normally a quiet time as guests ready themselves for dinner, but this evening Cobra’s daughters were in one of the hot tubs, naked. They teased me mercilessly demanding drinks, snacks, towels, a weather report for goodness sake! Each time they made the most of showing off their nakedness. When I finally left I had a hard time walking!
The rest of the evening went quietly, I briefly watched my wife interacting with Cobra’s relatives, she’s such a good hostess, I’ve never seen better.
Close to midnight I was sitting on the end of the jetty enjoying the night air. It was warm and the air smelt of blossom it was heavenly. I heard someone approaching and turned to see my wife skipping down the jetty. She hugged me and kissed me, “Hello baby.”
“Hello my love, good evening?”
“Yep, all good, although I suspect one of Cobra’s sons is going to be sick tonight judging by the amount he had to drink.”
“I’ll alert the cleaning staff.”
“Fancy a swim my darling?”
“Hell yes!” We both discarded our clothes as quickly as possible and dived in. The water felt wonderfully refreshing and soon we were treading water face to face, I pointed at my watch, “I love you beautiful wife.” As I spoke I dropped my arm beneath the surface, she did the same. “I think we should assume that the watches are also listening in on us.”
My wife now had her business face on, “OK baby, let’s think this through. We knew security was going to be mega tight on this gig…”
“But monitoring us too?”
“Sure, why not?” She smiled, “How else would they know where Cobra was this afternoon!?” I grinned. “Did you enjoy the show baby?”
“You know I love watching you have sex. Was he good? You looked like you were enjoying it.”
She smiled again, “Yes, for a man of his age he was quite… energetic.”
“How did it come about?”
“He followed me to our apartment when I went back to get some briefing notes. He was very charming and made lots of complements, I guess I might have… flirted a bit.” She grinned and winked at me, “Anyway, what got me was that he didn’t force the issue like so many do, he just asked very politely if I may be willing. I said I was and he… well, you know the rest.”
“I didn’t see all of it just the last minute or so. You looked like you were enjoying it.”
“I was baby, like I said he was quite energetic. He gave me quite a pounding.” She sighed, “I think it’s highly likely that he’ll want to have me some more…are you OK with that my love?”
“Yes baby, I’m OK with that, just give me some warning if you can, OK?”
“OK babe, now… look…I’ve been thinking about this all evening, I really don’t think we need to be alarmed. Granted it’s a bit of a slap in the face knowing we have no privacy… I guess we’ll spend a lot of the time in water.”
I laughed, “OK babe, if you’re sure. We will have to be mindful that every word we speak will be monitored, so no loose comments.”
She gave me a slightly devilish look, “It’s going to be fun shagging, knowing they’re watching. We’ll have to put in a few good performances, show them what they’re missing out on.” With that she lifted her arms up out of the water and wrapped them round my neck, she took a deep breathe, “Ahh, oh fuck… fuck… fuck… yes, oh god baby yes, fill me up, oh fuck… yes baby… oh fuck… oh yes, your cock is so hard… yes, yes, ahhh!!” She winked at me and I had a real problem trying not to laugh out loud.
The next morning Brett and one of his team collared me in the reception. “Hi Paul, would you go down to the dock with Ben here? Cobra is having a delivery and I want you to familiarise yourself with it and then take the rep back to Port Arthur.”
Ben and I sauntered down to the dock, “What’s the delivery?” I asked.
“He shrugged, “A power boat of some sort, I’m not much into speedboats.”
“We’ve got speedboats here, he could use any of them?”
“Apparently he wanted to try this one out.”
We waited on the dock and precisely at 11:00 we heard the throbbing noise of a powerful boat coming our way. As it came along side I let out a heartfelt whistle, “That’s a Sea Ray SLX, very nice.”
“Expensive I suppose?”
“About 190 grand.” Ben looked unimpressed.
We tied up the boat and Ben got onboard to check the rep’s credentials and searched the boat. Satisfied, he jumped back on the dock, “All yours, see you later.”
The delivery checks and familiarization complete I set off back to Port Arthur. The boat was a dream, I took it easy on the way there and let rip on the way back, man it was fun!
Back at Trinity, Cobra and his wife were chatting with my wife. “This is a fine boat sir.”
Cobra looked pleased, “Yes, I’ve wanted to give this one a try for some time. I shall require you to show me how it handles this afternoon and then probably a few trips.”
“I’d be happy to do so sir, although perhaps you should know that Suzie is Top Gun around here. I’m more rock steady, but if you’d like a more… thrilling ride, then I think Suzie should take you.”
Cobra digested this information, “Indeed, indeed, perhaps then you could pilot if my wife wants to come and Suzie could if it’s just myself?”
“That would be excellent sir, may I suggest that there is no time like the present?”
I indicated for Serena to board, she held up a hand, “No, thank you Paul, not this time, but you go darling, have fun.”
Cobra clapped his hands together, “Excellent! Come on then Suzie show me what it can do.”
There wasn’t a lot my wife needed to know about the boat and before long they were powering off, the Sea Ray cutting a clean line through the tranquil water. Serena turned to look at me, “You know my husband is having sex with your wife?” I nodded. “It must be a hard life for you both,” she gazed after the disappearing speedboat, “you’re wondering if I cheat on my husband?” She turned to look at me, I said nothing, she smiled, “No, I don’t, it wouldn’t turn out well for me if I did. Life is not always easy, even when you are wealthy.” She turned back to the resort, “Would you take lunch with me today Paul?”
“I’d be delighted Serena.” She slipped her arm around mine and we walked slowly back to the resort. Lunch was delicious, my wife would be delighted to know the waiting staff were exceptional. We talked about nothing of consequence, I think she was just pleased to have company other than family. We both knew what our spouses were doing and it seemed to weigh heavily on her. I wished I could help, but another key rule of the game… don’t get involved.
About an hour later we heard the speedboat approaching and we strolled back to the dock. We arrived just as my wife had finished tying up. Cobra stepping off the boat, “Thank you Suzie that was a most excellent ride.” He kissed his wife and taking her hand in his they walked off.
I looked at my wife, she looked flushed and tired, “How did it go sweetie?”
She put her hands on her hips and looked peeved, “You set me up for that!”
I shrugged, “Well it seemed like the sensible thing to do, he was going to want to have you again and out on the boat is the most discrete option available. So, how did it go?”
“Well, the Sea Ray is fucking awesome and Cobra is a fucking sex machine. He’s like the Duracell Bunny, he never stops.”
I winced a bit inwardly, “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“God yes, he made me cum so much, honestly, my bits have taken a right battering.”
I think I felt jealous, clients aren’t usually so proficient, normally they take what they want in a few minutes and don’t care if Suzie is satisfied or not. “That’s good then.”
She stepped in front of me and put her hands on my chest,” Are you OK baby?” She looked concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
She stroked my cheek, “Sweetheart, please don’t worry. You are and always will be my love. He just… well, he just hits the right buttons. Normally I’m faking it, you know I am, but I just don’t need to with him.” She reached up and kissed me, “They’ll be gone in a few days.”
“OK.” I knew she was right, it’s all part of the game, I suppose I’d never seen her so satisfied by a guest before. I tried to shrug off the feelings of insecurity. “His kids have made a mess of the sun deck jacuzzi, it’ll need draining.”
She sighed, “OK, I’m on it.” She looked into my eyes, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She kissed me and then headed off.
Cobra made the most of the Sea Ray and my wife. Serena never went out in it, but she requested my company each time they went out. We talked about life, hopes, dreams, children, nothing really. She seemed to become more sad each day. I think she was relieved when it was time to go.
They left by helicopter and Cobra made a point of saying goodbye to my wife. I couldn’t hear what he said, but he took her hand in his and kissed it. A few minutes later and they were gone. I stood next to my wife and put my hand on the small of her back, “OK honey?”
She was silent for a moment and then she looked up into my eyes, “Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me he hoped we would have as much fun in it as he has had.” I looked blank and she held up the keys to the Sea Ray.
“Holy fuck, he’s given it to you!” She nodded.
Just then Max, one of the security team approached us, “Brett and Maxine want to see you both in the Command Centre immediately.”
I nodded, “Come on babe, you can take me out for a ride later.” She grinned and we set off.
Back in the resort we waited by the Command centre door, Max ushered us forward, “After you.” We looked bemused, this was one of only two areas still inaccessible to us. “Use your watch.” Max looked amused. I offered up my watch to the door lock and it clicked open. We walked inside slowly and I heard my wife gasp. There was way more kit in here than I’d been able to see, “In here please.” Max opened a side door and we went through.
Brett and Maxine were seated at a small circular table, there was virtually nothing else in the room. Brett indicated two empty chairs, “Please, sit down.”
Maxine smiled, “OK, guys, routine debrief time. We are of the opinion that you guys have just done an incredible job,” Brett nodded in agreement, “well done!”
“Indeed, well done,” added Brett, “we have no doubt that Cobra will speak very highly of Trinity.”
I’d never liked this habit of senior management handing out praise only to individuals at the top, “Thank you sir, it was a great team effort, we’ll make sure everyone knows of your approval.”
Brett looked unimpressed, “That would be great.”
My wife coughed slightly, “If I may sir, is it permissible to keep gifts from guests?”
Brett smiled, “The Sea Ray?” I wondered if anything happened on this island that he didn’t know about, “Yes, you can keep it… I think you earned it.” His grin was vaguely sickening. “We’ll have a formal debrief later, in the meantime we have back to back guests for the next month so we have a lot to do. Some of the riders we’ve been asked to provide will prove tricky to source, I’ll give you the details nearer the time.” He clapped his hands together, “OK, Maxine, you’re with me, you two are needed in Housekeeping.”
I was glad to see the back of Cobra and his family. I’d never seen a client have such an effect on my wife as he had. From the moment I met him I knew he was charming, but… well, my wife didn’t seem perturbed so I needed to get my game head back on… quickly!
The next three bookings were corporate and all of them were a breeze. Nothing outlandish, just some drunken behaviour and late nights. There was one interesting interlude though. Most corporate events tend to be all male affairs which keeps my wife on her toes! The last one, however had a solitary female attendee. Her name was Katie and she was working twice as hard as her male counterparts, just to be taken seriously. I felt for her. She was obviously talented, but in a male dominated world she wasn’t being recognized.
On the fourth night, my wife was enjoying herself flirting and teasing various suitors. Most had already been rebuffed and given up, but a few persisted. I was monitoring proceedings and helping the waiting staff when I became aware of a presence next to me. “Excuse me,” Katie was hovering next to me looking unsure of herself a look that didn’t suit her, “Paul isn’t it?”
I bowed slightly, “Yes miss, how can I help?”
She glanced around, “May I have a glass of Champagne please?”
“Of course, one moment,” I fetched a glass for her and handed it to her as deferentially as I could, “will there be anything else?”
“Yes, may I speak freely? I.. I.. ”
“Katie?” She nodded. “Please do speak freely and speak with confidence, some of your colleagues are watching.”
She straightened her back and breathed out softly, “Thank you, I was wondering if you might help me… with something?”
“I would be delighted.”
“My colleagues are doing their level best to seduce Suzie and failing.”
“Yes, my wife can be a very difficult fish to land,” her eyes opened wide, “are you hoping to go one better than your colleagues?”
I could see her trying to gather her thoughts, “Yes… yes, I am, although I don’t want to… you know… I want them to think I’ve… I love my husband.”
I confess I was a little disappointed, but I warmed to her enormously. “I see, I would be delighted to help.” She smiled up at me and my disappointment increased, “May I suggest that you trace a finger down my chest and then tell me to get you some more Champagne?” She did as I had suggested and by the time I had returned with the Champagne most of her colleagues had noticed what was happening. She took the glass and looked at me expectantly, “Perhaps after you have had a sip of your Champagne, you would like to whisper something in my ear then give me you glass and head towards your room?”
She took a sip, ran a finger down my chest again and then reaching up she whispered, “Thank you so much.”
She gave me her glass and started to turn away, “Katie, before you leave the room, turn back and look at me with your best ‘come to bed’ eyes.”
That was exactly what she did and my disappointment knew no bounds. All eyes were on Katie as she sashayed out of the room. I put her glass down and followed her on a slightly circuitous route that led me past my wife. As I passed her I stopped and made a play of speaking to her confidentially, “It’s not what it looks like, I’ll tell you later, you’ll love it!” With that I left the room.
As I approached Katie’s room the door opened and she let me in, “Thank you so much, but please understand I really don’t…”
I held up a hand, “It’s absolutely fine, in fact I love it, good on you! Tongues will be wagging tonight. If I may suggest, I’ll wait for an hour or so…”
She looked alarmed, “An hour or so?!”
“You don’t want them to think it was a quickie do you?” She smiled and sat down on the bed. “I’ll make sure I walk through the lounge when I leave,” I took off my tie, “you have two more nights. Would you like to make this a long running romance?”
“Oh god, would you?”
“Of course!”
That was exactly what we did. We were merciless even to the point of letting her colleagues think that Katie had a threesome with me and my wife on the last night! When they left Katie kissed me on my cheek, “Thank you Paul, so much.” That was the first physical contact we’d had.
As time went by it became clear that the majority of bookings were either corporate or small party events. Both types carried their own challenges. Corporate tended to be busy and rowdy, small party events more challenging. The guests tended to be more demanding. We had a couple of movie stars stay with us, they were a breeze, but the self made millionaire types were generally arrogant bastards. On balance though I preferred the small party events, they were more challenging and tended to be more entertaining, plus we had more down time which was good.
Everything was looking good and by mid term in our contract we had nailed pretty much everything that had been thrown at us. That was when Brett called me and Suzie in for a briefing, “OK guys, our next booking is a tricky one and is classed as maximum security.”
This sounded interesting, “How many guests will there be?”
“Three.” My wife and I exchanged glances, “They will only be staying for two nights.”
This was unusual, “I thought bookings were for a minimum of one week?”
“They have paid for a week, but will only stay for two nights. I want minimal staffing for this. The guests are royalty and they are here to settle some family business in private. It is not a holiday, nor business. They have chosen Trinity because of our ability to ensure complete confidentiality. The two of you will be Trinity’s only contact with the guests, no other member of staff, including myself will meet them. You will perform all duties required. You will give them whatever they want whenever they want it and,” he paused, “this is important… do not speak to the guests unless asked a direct question.”
We had come to expect the unusual but this was bizarre, “Very well sir, is there anything else we should be aware of?”
Brett hesitated for a few moments, “Yes, but I will brief you when the time comes.”
It was obvious that this was a big deal. Security stepped up two gears and all non essential staff were limited to one small section of the island for the duration. All this meant that my wife and I would be doing everything front of house, but with only three guests, it shouldn’t be too bad.
How wrong I was.
Three days were spent in hectic preparation, on the fourth my wife and I were waiting at the helipad. Their arrival took us by surprise in that their approach wasn’t from where we expected if they’d departed from Port Arthur. Evidently they had a yacht somewhere over the horizon. This was all very unusual. We were eagerly waiting to find out what would happen next!
Three impeccably dressed young men exited the helicopter, the eldest would be about early thirties and the youngest mid twenties. The youngest looked very nervous. They approached us purposefully, the eldest spoke first, “You are Paul?”
His gaze was penetrating, “Yes sir.”
He glanced at my wife, “Suzie?” She nodded. “Let’s go.” I directed them to the car and we held the doors for them. The smell of expensive cologne filled the car, I had to resist the urge to open a window. “Take us to our suites and I will explain what we require.” At the resort, my wife led the two youngest guests to their accommodation while the eldest addressed me with absolutely no mellowing of his demeanour, “Do you know why we are here?”
“No sir.”
“We have arranged meals and refreshments, ensure they are delivered on time.” I nodded. “We have a meeting this evening, do not disturb us under any circumstances. Do you understand!”
“Yes sir.”
His mood seemed to mellow a bit, “Good… that will be all.” I nodded as solemnly as I could and backed away. I was about to turn when he held up a hand. “Suzie is your wife?” I nodded. An unpleasant smirk played at the corners of his mouth. I had a horrible feeling that this was going to be our biggest challenge yet.
Shortly after, my wife returned. “How did you get on babe?”
“OK, I wish we knew what was going on?”
“It’s only for two nights, we can deal with it.”
I sighed, I hope you’re right. How were the other two?”
“The youngest looks scared shitless, he got a right shouting at after I’d left them. Nothing I could understand.”
This did little to steady my nerves, “OK babe, we have an itinerary and menu list, check with chef that we are on schedule, we need to be 100% on point for this one.”
The afternoon progressed and to be honest we had little do do. Lunch and refreshments were served as requested and our guests didn’t say a word to us. They didn’t go out or use any of the facilities.
Shortly before dinner was served I was summoned by Brett. “OK Paul, listen carefully. At 20:00 precisely a new guest will arrive by helicopter. You will meet her and bring her directly to the conference suite. I cannot emphasize this enough… do not communicate with her in any way. Do not make eye contact, do not answer questions, do not linger. Do you understand?
I nodded, “Yes sir.”
Brett stared at me intently, “Do not say a single word, not a single word!”
I was proper uneasy now, “I understand sir.”
I was ushered out and tried my hardest to get my game face back on. My wife knew something was up, but there was no time to explain. All through dinner service I could see the oldest guest eyeing up my wife, he didn’t stop there. Each time she served him he would put a hand on her leg and reach up under her skirt. If his hand got high enough he would look at me and smile. I wanted to bury some cutlery in his eyeballs.
Thankfully, there wasn’t any time for this situation to develop. I was summoned by Brett just as my wife cleared away and departed towards the kitchens. Brett issued the same instructions as before and I set off. The helicopter arrived spot on time and a single figure emerged. She was medium height and slim, but that was all you could discern. Her head and face were covered by a silk scarf and she wore large sunglasses, despite the fading light.
I opened the car door and she slid inside quietly. As we moved off she glanced out of the rear window and then started jabbering to me in a language I didn’t understand. After a minute or so she switched to English, “Who is here?… How many people are here?… What do they want?… Talk to me, tell me… please!” Her voice was sounding more and more desperate, “Please, don’t let them have me!” She realized that I wasn’t going to reply so she slumped back in her seat, she didn’t say another word.
I opened the car door for her and as she stepped out I got a glimpse of a delicate, gold ankle bracelet, three chains of gold and a small, white, enamelled dove. A moment later and it was lost from sight again. She followed me into the resort slowly and quietly. I opened the door where our three guests were waiting and as she stepped inside she stiffened and she gasped out a single word which I interpreted as ‘No!’ I closed the door behind her and almost immediately I heard her shouting and screaming, there was a loud slap and she cried out in pain. I walked away… then I ran.
We weren’t called upon for the rest of the night which was a merciful blessing. My wife was in dread of our three guests and my nerves were shot to ribbons. The next morning all was quiet and we checked in with Brett, he seemed satisfied, “Well done both of you, our guests are satisfied.”
“Which suite is the young lady in sir?” Clearly my wife wanted as little to do with the other three guests as possible.
Brett looked away and busied himself with some paperwork, “She has already departed.”
I was alarmed, “How so sir? I heard nothing incoming or outgoing.”
Brett continued shuffling his paperwork, “It was arranged by our guests, they organized her departure.” I started to speak again and he held up a hand, “Now listen, our guests will leave tomorrow morning after they have received a delivery. Keep them entertained until then.”
I shuddered at the thought and I could feel my wife tense up next to me. “Yes sir.”
Outside I gave my wife a hug, “It’s OK babe, leave it with me, you’re on kitchen duty.” She smiled, thanked me and kissed me tenderly.
As it turned out none of our guests appeared until lunchtime, the youngest didn’t appear until the evening. The other two settled down by a pool and talked quietly, they seemed very subdued, but as the day wore on the eldest started to regain his brash over confidence. “Where is your wife?”
My dislike for this man was growing by the second, “She is helping chef.”
“Tell her to bring us two Mai Tai’s… quickly!”
“I’d be happy to get… ” His look of scorn told me not to go down that avenue, “Yes sir.”
My wife didn’t receive the news well, but she steadied herself and prepared the drinks. I was back in attendance when she appeared. She tried to blend efficiency with speed, but she was denied the blessing of a swift exit. “Come here!” She halted in her tracks and turned slowly, “Come here!” He pointed in front of him, she straightened her back and moved in front of him. He looked her up and down, “You have fine breasts,” he looked at his companion, “she has fine breasts, yes?” The other man nodded and grinned, that same evil grin. “Come over here,” he waved his companion over, “come here and tell me if she has fine breasts.”
The man stood behind my wife and grabbed her breasts, “Yes they are fine, but she has too many clothes on to tell for sure. Take off your shirt.” Slowly my wife’s hands undid the buttons on her shirt. Just then the eldest man’s phone rang, he looked at it and jumped up. “Brother, with me.”
They both left quickly and my wife looked into my eyes, I could see her fear. I crossed to where she was standing and took her in my arms. “I want you to take this evening off sweetheart. I can deal with them.”
She shook her head as she buttoned her shirt, “No baby, that’s not how it works you know that. Me not being there will solve nothing, they’ll just get more determined.”
She was right, but I wanted, I needed to protect her. “OK, but I’ll do the service, you stay out of the way.” She looked into my eyes and stroked my cheek, I could tell that she thought this was a forlorn hope. “They’ll be gone tomorrow morning.” She nodded and walked away slowly.
I was dreading dinner service. They were late, but eventually they filled in, the youngest looking like he been crying for hours. Fortunately there seemed to be much to discuss and they did so, often angrily, in their mother tongue. Suddenly the eldest slammed his hands down onto the table causing everyone to jump, “ENOUGH!” He bellowed. “No more of this, it is done!”
He downed a glass of wine and my wife instinctively moved to refill it. She faltered, but the movement had already been made so she continued. As she stood next to him he stared at her breasts. She started to move away, “No, stay there.” He ran a hand up her leg and she started to move away. Abruptly he pushed his chair back, “Come here!” She moved in front of him and he grabbed her skirt and yanked it up. The force of it knocking her backwards onto the table. The bastard stood up and started to undo his trousers.
I was about to charge in and throw away everything we had worked so hard for, when my wife casually placed her hands on his shoulders, “You don’t have to rush, I’d love to have sex with you,” she scanned their bemused faces, “with all of you… but… ”
He exploded with rage, “I do not want to hear any buts!!!!”
My wife smiled sweetly and with one hand pulled her panties aside, what the fuck was she doing! “OK, I only thought I should warn you,” she put her hand back on his shoulder and pulled him closer, “fuck me.”
He pulled back clearly confused, “Warn me… warn me of what?”
She moved a hand down to the bulge in his shorts, “Mmm, your cock feels so hard, I want it inside me.”
“Warn me of what!? He was sounding alarmed.
She looked at him and smiled, “Oh it’s probably fine. A guest gave me gonorrhoea a little while back. I’ve had treatment, but not yet had the all clear. I’m sure it’s fine though. Fuck me, I want all of you to fuck me!”
He virtually jumped out of her embrace, confusion and shock were written all over his face, clearly he didn’t know whether to believe her or not, “I… I…, ” slowly he regained his composure, “I have no time for this,” he waved a hand at her, “bring us more wine.”
He turned his back on her as she adjusted her clothing. As she walked imperiously passed me to get the wine she grinned from ear to ear. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. They retired shortly after and we cleared down. “You my darling wife are one cool cookie.” I was still in awe of her performance.
She smiled sweetly, “Thank you baby.”
Thankfully the rest of the evening was uneventful. The next morning I woke alone on the bed, “SUZIE!?”
“Over here baby.”
I followed the sound of her voice to the veranda, I found her sitting on the end of a recliner, gazing out to sea. “Don’t worry baby,” clearly she could tell I was anxious, “they’ll be gone today.”
I hugged her tightly and kissed her hand, “Stay here my darling I’ll deal with everything until they go.”
She turned to look at me and smiled weakly, “No baby, I think my bluff will still be sufficient, we just have to keep them calm.” She took a deep breathe, “Make me some coffee please, then get yourself showered, we have a job to do.”
I marvelled at her strength and knew it was pointless to object. God I love my wife so very much, “OK babe.” I kissed her hand again, “I love you.” She smiled.
Shortly after I had cleaned up and made some coffee I was summoned by Brett. He looked serious and I wondered what new drama could befall us, “Come with me Paul.” He drove us to the north of the island to the only part of the facility still out of bounds to me. Instantly my curiosity was aroused, what could be more secretive than the command centre?
We approached an innocuous looking chalet, at first glance there was nothing unusual about it, although it did have a somewhat oversized steel chimney. Brett opened the door and ushered me inside. The interior was distinctly industrial, clean but clinical. There was a table, a chair and set into the far wall two large steel doors. Brett turned to me, “This is our retort.” He opened the doors, a pervading odour of ash filled the room. He closed the doors and opened a small cupboard. Reaching inside he pulled out a beautifully crafted oak casket about eight inches in each dimension. Placing it carefully on the table. He returned to the cupboard and pulled out a cardboard box.
“OK Paul, take the casket to our guests. When they have left take this box and dispose of the contents overboard about 2 miles off the south shore, it’s the deepest there.”
My mind was spinning and I felt a bit queasy, “Did you say retort?”
Brett nodded, “Yes.”
“A retort is a… a, cremation chamber isn’t it?” He nodded. I looked at the casket, “Oh my god! Jesus, Brett is that… I mean is that…”
“Get a grip Paul! Our guests came here to settle some business. It’s done, now they will leave.”
“Settle some business! What the fuck! Settle some… fuck, Suzie is alone with them, I’ve got to get back!”
He held up a hand, “She’ll be fine.”
“How can you be sure, you saw what they wanted to do?!”
“Yes, but she can deal with that.”
My head was spinning, “Fuck, what have we done here? What the fuck have we done!”
Brett picked up the boxes and made his way to the door, “We haven’t done anything. They’ve done things their way.”
I was aghast, “You’re fucking yanking my chain! At the very least that makes us accessories after the fact!”
Brett turned to look at me, his face was cold and dispassionate, “Lots of things happen in this world that your code of ethics wouldn’t approve of. It’s not the same for everyone. Get a grip Paul, you’ve got a job to do.”
We drove back to the resort in silence and I struggled to rationalize that the box on my lap was all that remained of that young woman. Brett took the cardboard box into the Command Centre and I took the casket to where our guests were having breakfast.
Guests? That word seems so incongruous now. As I walked onto the veranda where they were sitting all eyes rested on the casket. The young lad choked and looked a away. I placed it down on a side table and stood to one side.
A few moments later my wife approached carrying a tray loaded with fruit and bread. She looked imperious, utterly in control. I knew she wasn’t. She made eye contact with me and I saw her start, she knew immediately that something was wrong. I tried to get my game head on.
Only the eldest ate breakfast the other two drank coffee and looked morose. No one said a word. Eventually, he threw his napkin on the table, “Let’s get going.” He pointed at his younger brother, “Pup, bring that.” He pointed at the casket and then strode off. The lad shook his head and whimpered. His brother put a hand on his shoulder and then picked up the casket and left.
My wife stepped in front of me, “What’s up babe, what’s happened?”
I held a hand up and struggled to think, “I… I need to get them off the island, then we can talk.” I looked into her beautiful eyes, “It’s so fucked up baby.”
I was relieved to see them go and when I returned to the resort I went in search of my wife. “She’s in the Command Centre with Brett.” Maxine breezed past me just like any other day.
I could tell by the look on her face that Brett had already told her what had transpired. “Sit down Paul, I have explained the situation to Suzie…”
“How the fuck do you explain murder!”
My wife was immediately alarmed by my indiscretion, “Paul,” she held out a hand, “please.”
I took her hand and squeezed it, “That woman is dead!”
“We didn’t kill her, we don’t kill anyone.” Brett’s voice was cold and monotone, “We give our guests the environment they need that’s all…”
“That’s all!” I was exasperated.
Brett stood up slowly and stared at me for a few moments. “You were carefully chosen for this position. We have invested heavily in you because we believed you were the right people for the job. Were we wrong?”
The following silence was broken by my wife who spoke softly and quietly, “How were we carefully chosen?”
Brett’s gaze turned on my wife and he sat down slowly. He sighed and drew himself upright in his chair, “Every job you’ve had since New York has been an assessment of your skills and discretion. Each one of your employers is a shareholder in Trinity Island. We have been watching your every move for two and a half years. Very few people make the grade.” He looked at me dispassionately and leaned forward. “What happened last night is not uncommon.” He leaned back in his chair, “You have done a great job so far, knowing what you now know, will you continue?” He looked at both of us in turn. “I need your answer by 18:00 today. If you do not want to remain you will leave at 18:15.”
Twenty minutes later we were sitting on the beach in silence. My wife placed her hand on mine, “Will you come for a swim with me my love?” I nodded and she got up and discarded her clothes. I watched her walk slowly into the ocean. We got deep enough to ensure our watches were sufficiently under water and my wife turned to me. “Sweetheart tell me what you’re thinking.”
I struggled to find words, “I… I don’t know babe. That woman, she’s… ”
“I know.”
“We were part of it.”
“”Were we? Could we have done anything to prevent it?”
“We could have… we… I don’t know. Brett said it’s not uncommon, shit!”
“I know, but it’s not us doing it… right?”
“So do we close out eyes to it, pretend it’s not happening?”
“What else can we do? If we leave we can’t report anything, there’s nothing to report.”
“Nothing to report?” I was shocked.
“We have no proof baby, think about it. Those three scum buckets aren’t going to make any complaint. We don’t even know who they are. There will be no evidence she was here and we were the only members of staff that they saw.”
“Shit, this is so fucked up!”
We were lost in our own thoughts for a few minutes, “Baby?” My wife looked into my eyes. “Do you remember Manilla?” I shrugged, “You know when Bertolini had a meeting with four men and there was a big argument?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Only three men went ashore.” she paused thinking hard, “And that time with Stafford when we flew to Rome with his business partner… he didn’t come back with us.”
“So it’s all happened before, we just weren’t involved?”
“I think so, remember Nairobi? That was intense…. I think the only difference this time is that you had to carry a box with someone’s ashes in it. If it’s not uncommon like Brett said, then we should expect more of the same. Can you deal with it?”
I wasn’t entirely sure I could, “Can you deal with it?”
As long as I don’t have to hurt anyone, then yes I can deal with it.” She wrapped her arms and legs around me ensuring her watch hand was clear of the water. “This is our last gig before we quit the game,” she reached down between us with her other hand and fondled my penis, “then it’s just you and me baby, living the way we want to,” she rubbed my stiffening cock, “we wont have to answer to anyone ever again.” My cock was hard in her hand, she kissed me gently, “I want you baby,” she guided my cock to her opening, “I want you inside me.”
She guiding the tip of my cock inside her and then slowly eased me in. “Mmm, you feel good baby,” she moved slowly up and down on me, “we can do this darling, it was a shock that’s all… you know, to be involved, you’re prepared now and you know that we can deal with anything… mmm… we can deal with this. Focus on the job, it’s still a beautiful place and we are doing exceptional work…. oh yes, mmm, don’t overthink it OK?”
I smiled and kissed her softly, “You’re right babe, as always!” She grinned. “I overreacted I can do this, we can do this.”
She moved a bit faster on my aching cock, “That’s the spirit baby, it’s why we are the best at… ahhh… at what we do, oh god my love, my darling, I… oh god, ahh!” Her pussy clamped onto my cock and a few deep thrusts later I was emptying my balls into her. “Oh god, that feels so, so good.”
She wrapped her arms around me, “God I love having sex in the ocean!” She pulled herself off my cock and swam leisurely away from me on her back giving me the most erotic vision of her breasts, “Come on babe, let’s go and tell Brett that we are both fine with it all.”
As we entered the Command Centre Brett emerged from the side office, “I’m pleased that you’ve decided to stay.” He looked genuinely happy, “OK, Paul you’ve got a job to do,” he pointed to the cardboard box, “Suzie, with me.”
Obviously Brett was not one to waste time with pleasantries. I grabbed the box and headed out. Two miles south of the island I cut the Sea Ray’s engines and settled into the gentle rocking rhythm as the boat rode the swell. The box seemed to be daring me to open it. Part of me wanted to just close my eyes and empty it, but I was also desperately curious.
I strengthened my resolve and lifted the lid off. Instantly my heart sank. The box was full of jewellery, spectacles, rings, watches, but right on top in plain view a three chained ankle bracelet with a white enamelled dove. I picked it up and stared at it for a few moments and then tossed it over the side. I grabbed a handful and consigned it to the deep. My heart was thumping and I felt sick, standing up I upturned the box over the side. The sound of the splashes faded away and I slumped down. I had to be strong.
Just as I was putting the lid back on the box I spotted one last item wedged underneath the box folds. It was a wedding ring. I pulled it out and stared at it, a gold wedding band, inside was an inscription, ‘Naimh all my love, Craig’ without looking I held the ring over the side and dropped it
It took me a while to regain my composure, but I knew I had to get back. I let the Sea Ray off it’s leash and revelled in the adrenalin rush. Back at the resort I met my wife in reception, she looked worried, “You OK babe?” She asked, stroking my arm affectionately.
I nodded, “Yeah, no sweat, job done, time to crack on.”
She smiled, “That’s great sweetie. Brett’s just been showing me the bookings for the next few months up to when our contract ends. Looks like things will be a bit calmer for a while although there are two maximum security events, one next month and one just before we leave.” She gazed into my eyes, “We can do this babe.”
She was right, we just needed to get to the finish line then we could spend as much time as we liked processing what had happened.
Over the next few weeks Brett and his teamed geared up for the maximum security event. My wife and I dealt with the day to day. One booking proved to be a holiday for my wife. An internationally well known band stayed for a week and took a shine to her. They insisted that she join them ‘on holiday’ which meant I had to wait on her too, much to their amusement. To be fair she had a wonderful time and she deserved it. I think she had sex with the drummer on the last night, but we didn’t talk of it.
As the maximum security event approached I could see Brett getting more and more wound up. He barked at his staff and worked extremely long hours. There was clearly a lot riding on this. When it was time for the briefing, he looked more relaxed although it was clear that he was extremely tense. “OK guys, show time, this is a big one. When the guests arrive there will be a day of meetings. Paul you will be the only member of staff allowed inside.” This was sounding worryingly familiar. “After this our guests will be relaxing for the rest of the week. The chair of the meeting will be known as Nero. I want this to go smoothly and by the numbers, OK?” We nodded. “Paul, this one will get unpleasant. Stay calm, don’t interfere, do you job. Sean, my second in command will be on call to you directly. That’s all you need to know, get some rest.” He drummed his fingers on the table, “OK, lets go!”
Both of us were wired, so we went for a ‘swim’ in our lap pool. “Are you OK baby?” Clearly my wife was worried for me, this whole event had unnerved us both.
“I think so babe. Seeing Brett so wired means this is a really big deal and what the heck does ‘unpleasant’ mean? I suspect it will be a little more than someone throwing up in an ice bucket!”
She smiled at the metaphor, “I’m with you baby, but like everything else it’ll be over in a few days and we are so close to finishing. Then it’s you and me, like we’ve always wanted.”
“Sweetheart?”
“Yes my love.”
“Can me make love tonight? I… need you.”
“Yes darling husband, let’s show them what real love looks like.” She kissed me and I felt stronger. So much of what we have achieved is because of her, her strength, and I needed it now.
That night we made love for hours.
The next morning I woke with a start. My wife was standing on the veranda, “Baby, baby come here, look!” She sounded excited.
I dragged myself out of bed and looked out across the bay. There were nine yachts of various sizes at anchor in the bay all dominated by one huge yacht, “Oh my god,” I gasped, “that’s Bertolini’s boat!”
My wife gave my ass a sharp whack, “Show time baby, get yourself out there!”
I can’t deny it, I was nervous. Brett was clearly tense and saying that things could get ‘unpleasant’ was hardly reassuring. The guests were being ushered inside and I have to say they looked a motley crew. Well dressed, sure, but each one looked like he’d happily sell his grandmother. There was no sign of Bertolini, but I did recognize the person we would call Nero. He had been on Bertolini’s yacht several times and had participated in all his meetings as we travelled around the world. If he recognized me, he didn’t acknowledge it.
There were 22 guests in total. As I waited for them to convene in the conference room, my sense of unease increased. These people were proper intimidating and they eyed me with unrestrained contempt. As the last one entered the room I closed the door and waited outside. I couldn’t hear everything that was said, but it didn’t take long to realize that this was all about drugs and very large amounts of drugs too.
There was talk of targets, bribes, protection, I felt like I was in a movie. It sounded like everything was good in their various worlds, but then Nero’s mood darkened. He detailed a series of events that all led to police and military seizures. Tens of millions lost all because of one person. There were shouts of recrimination and then it went quiet. I strained to hear what was happening and then there was a sharp crack and a thump.
Abruptly the door opened behind me and the party filed out. There was a strange smell in the air. Nero was the last out. He stopped and looked at me, “Good to see you again Paul, get that cleaned up.” He pushed the door open and walked away. I looked inside and my head swam. On the floor with a pool of blood spreading slowly around his head a man lay crumpled, his eyes wide open, staring at nothing.
I struggled for breathe and then felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Sean, “I’ve got this Paul, bring the Ranger round to the side door Ben will help me load and then you can clean that up OK?” My head was still swimming, Sean snapped his fingers a couple of times in front of my face, “OK?”
“Yes… yes, OK. I’m on it.”
Sean and Ben removed the body and I set to on the blood and… brain, it was nauseating. When it was done I took everything to the crematorium and it was all burnt. Sean patted me on the back, “Nice job Paul, it’ll be plain sailing now, they’ll be relieved and on their best behaviour. Well… they are usually!” He laughed, “Come on mate, let’s get cleaned up.”
Sean was right. The mood had lifted and everyone was relaxing and enjoying the environment. I found Nero chatting happily with my wife, she was laughing, it all seemed so incongruous. The rest of the week passed quickly and without incident and Brett was visibly relieved when they left.
If the truth be told, I felt like I was on the edge. It was only my wonderful wife that kept me together. We never talked about what had happened, she said we’d have time when we left and that wasn’t long now. Somehow the money didn’t seem to be that good after all, I felt like part of my soul was dying.
The penultimate booking of our contract couldn’t have come fast enough and it promised to be a breeze. A women’s lifestyle publishing group conference where all of the executives were female. My wife was in her element, she loved it and they loved her. It was more a party atmosphere rather than anything corporate and I have to say the sight of the ladies frolicking in the pools was a sight for sore eyes. Several of the guests were flirting with me outrageously and I could see my wife grinning each time she saw someone else vie for my attention. “Are you having fun babe?”
I turned round to see my wife grinning at me again, “Yes actually, I am. I feel rather the centre of attention.”
“You are baby. I have a sneaking suspicion that you are going to get lucky tonight.”
I raised my eyebrows, “Oh really, why is that?”
She leaned in and whispered coyly, “Because I told Fay… and a few others, that you are extremely good in bed.”
“Oh you did, did you?”
“Yes I did and I also said that I’d be happy to let one lucky girl get you for the whole night,” she winked at me, “but only one. So, who’s it going to be sweetheart?”
“Really?” She nodded and I scanned the pool area, “Who do I have to choose from?”
“Fay, Cath, Beth, Meg and Margot.”
My head span, all five of them were very good looking women, “Oh my goodness, how do I choose?”
Her grin seemed to be getting wider, “Well, I can offer you some inside information if that helps… one of them can do deep throat oral,” I groaned, “I know babe! One really gets off on being tied up…”
“How do you know all this stuff!”
She laughed out loud, “Oh come on baby, girls talking about sex! As soon as I let it be known that I’d let you fuck one of them all night they started coming up with reasons why it should be them. Anyway… one of them squirts,” I looked at her aghast, “I know, more work for housekeeping. One of them is multi orgasmic… they probably all are but, hey… and… ” she paused for dramatic affect, “one of them is pre op transgender!”
She looked at me intently, it took all my professionalism not to shout out loud, “What? Really?” I scanned the five women as discreetly as I could, “Which one?”
“Can’t you tell babe?” I looked again and shook my head, “It’s Meg.”
“Holy shit! I’d never have known, she’s a stunner!”
“Yes, she is… I think I’d rather like to have her myself,” she sighed, “best of both worlds, a woman and a cock all in one package.” She looked at me again, “Come on babe, who do you fancy? I thought long and hard, my wife got called away which gave me more time, but I think I already knew my answer. “OK babe decision time.”
My wife was back at my side looking radiantly beautiful, “You know what… I think I’d like it to be Meg.”
My wife let out a gasp, “Really!?” I nodded, “You kinky bugger! Meg will be delighted, she thought she had no chance at all… fuck, really?” I nodded again, “Oh wow, I’m going to tell her now.” She hurried off and I watched her move through the crowd. She reached Meg’s side and whispered into her ear. Meg started and then turned her head to look at me. A big smile smile spread across her face.
“Paul?… Paul?….Yoo hoo!” Brett was standing next to me.
I snapped my attention back into the moment, “Sorry sir, what can I do for you?”
“I want to brief you on the next booking, it’s very, very important and there is a lot to do.”
“Yes sir, right away.” I dragged myself away from the pool area and thoughts of Meg. The last booking of our contract was indeed a complex affair. Maximum security and closed door meetings. What worried me most was that it was another one night only booking. Brett went through some of the security details with me and then just as I thought I couldn’t get any more tense, he dropped a bombshell. “One more thing Paul, we’ll be needing the retort so fire it up and make sure everything is in good working OK?” My heart sank, “We have to be agile for this one, we don’t know which day of the week it will be.”
With that he diverted his attention to his laptop. I got up slowly and wobbled to the door, someone was going to die. Why did it have to be like this on our last week of the contract?
It took a couple of hours to run the system checks on the retort. It fired up easily and as I watched the flames my heart sank some more.
Back at the resort I met my wife coming out of the kitchens, “Hi babe, where have you been?” I filled her in on the main facts, she looked worried, “Don’t worry darling, you’ve got this, anyway… ” she patted my chest, “Meg is really looking forward to having you tonight, let’s hope there are no emergencies requiring your attention. She told me that it’s been quite a while since she’s had sex and she is really looking forward to it. She’ll be waiting at 22:00 in room 127, OK?” I nodded, dragging my mind away from the dark thoughts, “You’ll have lots of fun babe, I want to know all the details OK?”
“You want me to kiss and tell?” I put on a shocked look.
“Fuck yes! This is the first time you’ve had cock and it’s with a woman, I want to know everything!” She patted my ass and sauntered off.
The evening was busy and went quickly. Around 21:30 I saw Meg leave the dining area, she didn’t come back and my anticipation started to increase exponentially. The party atmosphere continued and normally I would have been reluctant to leave, but tonight I was going to experience something new and I couldn’t wait.
Spot on 22:00 I slipped away and hurried to room 127. As I approached the door opened and Meg ushered me in. She looked stunning in a flowing silk dress that perfectly emphasized her breasts, “Hello Paul,” she whispered in a soft, seductive voice, “thank you so much for coming.” She draped her arms over my shoulders and reached up to kiss me. She smelt divine and the softness of her lips was intoxicating. Her lips opened and our tongues danced slowly, my hands caressed her back and ass, she groaned into my mouth, as we pulled apart she gazed into my eyes, “Do you… I… Paul, do you think that I look attractive? I mean… do you… fancy me?”
I gazed somewhat taken aback into her beautiful blue eyes, “Meg, yes, absolutely, yes, you are very beautiful,” she giggled and looked away, “you are amazing and I can’t wait to pleasure you.”
She looked serious for a moment, “I want to pleasure you too, but please… please don’t touch my penis,” she glanced at me, “It’s not me, not what I want to be… is that OK?”
I squeezed her ass, “Meg, you gorgeous, beautiful woman, whatever you want you can have.”
Her smile lit up her face, “Thank you, you beautiful man. Suzie said you would be the perfect gent and she wasn’t wrong. Would you like a glass of wine?” I nodded and she unwrapped herself from me and glided across the room. She handed me a glass of wine and kissed me, “Sorry Paul, I’m a bit nervous.”
I stroked her cheek, “Don’t be nervous beautiful,” she giggled again, “you are in control, this is your night to be yourself,” she choked and looked like she was going to cry, “I will be whatever you want, tonight I am yours.”
She reached up and kissed me, “Thank you… I know exactly what I want.” For the next half hour or so we drank wine, we flirted and Meg made the most of her feminine charms, I was desperate to have her and she enjoyed teasing me. Eventually she took my hand and led me into the bedroom, “Paul darling, please get naked and lie on the bed.” I complied eagerly and as I shed my clothes she let her dress drop to the floor and oh my god, did she look every inch a woman. She looked down at my erection and licked her lips in a way that made me turn to jelly. “May I suck your cock?”
I nodded, “Oh god, yes!” She knelt between my legs and leaned over me. Her hand wrapped around my aching cock and she slowly engulfed me. It felt exquisite, she licked, sucked and stroked my cock expertly, “Bloody hell Meg, that feels incredible!”
She looked up at me and smiled, “Glad you like it,” she teased the tip of my cock with her tongue and squeezed my balls, “would you like to cum in my mouth or my ass?”
My head was spinning, god she looked so sexy, “Can I have both?”
“Both?!” She grinned and then traced her tongue up my shaft, “If you can do both you can have both.”
“Hell yes, with a sexy goddess like you I can do both.”
Her smile was radiant and she quivered slightly, “Oh god, I’m so horny,” she stood at the end of the bed and released her bra, letting it fall to the floor revealing her magnificent breasts. “Do you like my tits?” She jiggled them from side to side and I nodded eagerly “Make sure you pinch my nipples, I really like that.” She wriggled out of her panties and crawled back up the bed, “Mmm, you look good enough to eat.” She slipped my cock back into her mouth and slowly but surely teased me to my climax.
“Oh god… Meg… that feels… don’t stop, don’t stop… doing that… oh god, yes… keep doing… fuck!” I gripped her hair as my cock pulsed in her mouth. I could hear her groaning and then swallowing.
Eventually she came up for air and licked her lips, “God you taste good.” She crawled up over me and knelt over my cock. For the first time her erect penis came into view and I had to resist the urge to stroke it. She reached back and guided my cock to her ass, “Oh god, I want you inside me!” As my cock made contact she paused briefly and then slowly increased the pressure. While she waited for the tension to ease I made the most of feeling and squeezing her breasts, they felt incredibly firm and at the same time, soft. I pinched her nipples and as she gasped my cock slipped inside her. She gasped again and then sighed as her body relaxed and inch by inch my cock slipped inside her tight ass. “Oh fuck, you feel so good.”
I pulled my gaze off her incredible tits and drank in the amazing sight of a rock hard erection bouncing slightly each time she buried my cock inside her, “Meg, you look so fucking sexy!”
She gasped and groaned, “Ahh, thank you… oh god… you feel so good, ahh pinch my nipples some more.” I did as I was told and her groans increased. She was riding up and down on my full length now, it looked incredible. “Fuck yes, god your cock feels so good, fuck!” I was mesmerized by the sight of her cock. I’d had anal sex with my wife many times and this was just the same except for her penis. It looked so incongruous. My gaze drifted back to her breasts and then up to her face, she was smiling, “Do you like what you see Paul?”
“God yes, I…”
“One day I’ll be a complete woman and you can fuck both of my holes.”
She reached behind and squeezed my balls, “That feels so good, if you keep working me like that I’m going to cum again.”
She took encouragement from my comment and picked the pace up, “God yes, cum in me Paul, fill my ass, fuck yes!” I squeezed her tits and her breathing got quicker, she gasped and sitting upright she buried my cock deep in her ass.
I pinched her nipples just as I started to cum, “Oh fuck Meg… I’m… ahh!” My cock pulsed inside her and she cried out. Her penis twitched as each pulse of cum shot onto my stomach and chest.
“Ah god, oh my god!” gradually she relaxed and then leaning down she kissed me softly as her wonderful breasts rubbed against my chest. “Thank you, that was wonderful.” She sighed and slowly sitting upright again she looked at the smears of semen on her breasts. “Oh my, I’ve made a mess… sorry.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “I think we need to clean up, shall we take a shower.”
She pulled off my softening cock, “Yes, please that would be wonderful.” We cleaned up and then slipped into bed. I spooned up behind and wrapping my arm around her I cupped a breast in my hand. She let out a slow, contented sigh and a few minutes later fell asleep.
The next morning I woke slowly, it took a few moments to remember were I was. Next to me, still asleep, Meg looked absolutely serene. I was just reaching over to kiss her forehead when there was a knock at the door. I slipped out of bed and looked through the peephole and saw my wife grinning back at me. I opened the door and peeked round, “Hi babe.”
She made an overly elaborate display of trying to see inside the room, “Hello husband, what have you been up to?”
“I’ve been having sex with a lovely lady, is that OK?”
She grinned, “Was it good?”
From inside the room Meg’s voiced drifted out lazily, “Yes, it was fucking awesome thank you.”
My wife laughed out loud, “Sorry to drag him away Meg, but Brett needs him asap.”
Meg groaned, I kissed my wife and returned to the bed, “Sorry, gotta go, but I can’t wait till we do it again.” I kissed her tenderly.
She sighed, “Promise?”
“Promise.”
I got dressed and headed off the the Command Centre. Brett was talking to Maxine in hushed tones, “OK, keep me informed.” He turned to me, “Paul, OK, the new CEO of the publishing group is flying in this morning to deliver the keynote speech, I want you and Suzie to meet and greet, OK?”
“Sure no problem, what time?”
“She’s arriving by helicopter at 09:00 her name is Bryony.”
A few minutes later and I sought out my wife in the kitchens, “Hi babe.”
She turned and gave me a wry smile, “Hello my love, did you have fun?”
“Sure did!” I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot, but there was no time to elaborate. “We have a job to do, come on.”
“What’s the job?”
“Top brass arriving by helicopter, we have to meet and greet.”
“That’s hardly a job! So… tell me about Meg.”
I gave her a sideways glance, “What do you want to know?”
She slapped my chest playfully, “You know damn well, spill!”
I gave her a blow by blow account as we drove, “All in all, it was a very… interesting experience.”
My wife let out a sigh, “Sad though.”
“Sad? Why?”
“Well, I would have loved to have her, but if she doesn’t want her penis touching… oh well.” Just then the distinctive sound of a helicopter approaching dragged our thoughts back to the present.
Bryony instantly gave me the impression that she was a force of nature. Petite but with a huge personality, she was a bundle of energy. She thanked the pilot without pausing to take breathe in her phone call. She gave me a thumbs up and then threw her small overnight bag at me. Thankfully I caught it. She finished the call and immediately took another. I put her bag in the car and she climbed in the front, my wife looked at me and shrugging, she climbed into the back.
Bryony started to shriek with laughter, “Oh god you’re so naughty darling… I know… oh my god yes, you just wait till I get home…. kiss and tell? Fuck yes… I know… after everything you’ve told me I should hope so… yes, she’s here… no you can’t you minx she’s mine!” I glanced into the rear view mirror, my wife’s eyes were almost as wide as mine. “I will… yes I promise… love you too.” She was about to say something when her phone rang again, “Shit!! Hello… yes… absolutely… when I get back tomorrow… no that’s not good enough 25%… no 25% say another word and it’ll be 30%… good.” We pulled up at reception and before my wife could move Bryony had jumped out and opened the door for her, “Come out here darling let me see you… oh fuck!” Several of the senior management team were hurrying over, “Sorry beautiful I’ve got to be corporate now, I need you in my suite tonight at 11:00pm sharp, Clara insists, she says hi by the way and sends you many kisses.” She turned to face the approaching minions, “Kierbasha, are we prepared?”
She disappeared inside and I looked at my wife somewhat aghast, “What the fuck was that?!”
She shrugged her shoulders, “I have no idea, but I guess I’ll find out at 23:00
Now the CEO was in town the party atmosphere calmed a bit, but not much. Bryony was clearly adored by everyone, way more than would be expected by someone only a month into post. The rest of the day was a breeze and I even got a chance to spend some ‘quality’ time with Fay when she requested a ride in the Sea Ray.
At 23:00 Bryony slipped away, I looked around for my wife, but she had already gone. I stayed in attendance until 04:00 and eventually slipped, wearily into bed alone.
The sound of the door clicking closed woke me, “Hello baby, it’s only me.” My wife sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my hair.
I rubbed my eyes wearily, “What time is it?”
“06:00 you’ve overslept.”
I groaned, “Oh god… you OK?”
She kissed me tenderly on the forehead, “Yes babe, I’m fine, very fine in fact. I spent the night with Bryony… she’s an amazing fuck.”
That got my attention, I tried to sit up, “Really, how on earth did that come about?”
She grinned, “I’ll tell you all about it later, you’re late!” She kissed me again and discarding her clothes made her way to the bathroom.
I jumped out of bed. The urge to join my wife in the shower was overwhelming, but there was work to be done. A few minutes later and I was putting together the finishing touches to our guests’ departure. I was genuinely sad to see the guests leave, they’d been a lot of fun.
Meg sought me out and gave me a lingering kiss that had everyone nearby cheering and clapping “Thank you Paul, I’ve had a wonderful time.” She kissed me again, “You know where to find me when you finish here.” She winked and sauntered off towards her grinning colleagues.
Just then Bryony came over, “Please thank Suzie for a spectacular time last night, you’re a very lucky man, she tastes delicious.” My head started to swim and my penis demanded to know more. “I think Clara and I would like to spend some… quality time with her soon, if that’s OK?” She looked into my eyes and a ‘pretty please’ look spread across her face, “I’m sure she would love that.” She smiled and walked outside into the glorious sunshine, “Kierbasha, Kierbasha? Where are you?”
Shortly after Brett summoned me to the Command Centre, “Great job Paul, before you do anything else, would you…”
The door burst open and Maxine almost fell through it, beathing hard, she steading herself, “Brett, they’ve accepted, the ritual will be tonight!” She took a deep breathe and leaned against a chair.
Brett clapped his hands together, “Excellent!! Not a day too soon. I’ll let everyone know the ritual will be at 20:00 tonight. I had no idea what he was talking about and he didn’t seem overly concerned to explain. “OK Paul,” he pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to me, “these are your instructions for this evening please follow them to the letter.”
I took the envelope, “What is the ritual that you speak of?”
Brett grinned, “You will see tonight, it’s the most amazing thing. It happens once per year.” He clapped his hands together again energetically, “I can’t wait! Come on Paul, buck up, this is your last night on Trinity, no time to lose!”
He ushered me out and I found a quiet spot to read the contents of the envelope. It read like a plot out of a mystery novel. The list of instructions included sending codewords to attendees, distributing ritual regalia, whatever that was, to the staff and most ominously, firing up the retort which did nothing for my nerves.
Everything done I slumped wearily into a recliner by the infinity pool. “You look knackered baby.” My wife sat on the edge of the recliner and stroked my leg. “Have you been working hard or fucking hard?” She winked at me and grinned coyly.
“This last booking is bloody weird, anyway you can talk, how the hell did you end up in bed with Bryony? It seemed like she knew you.”
“A case of mistaken identity.” I looked baffled. “It turns out that the previous CEO is Bryony’s partner.”
“Oh, that explains why everyone was so pleased to see her.”
“Indeed and Clara, her partner, had had the most amazing sex with me.” My look of confusing was now comical, which amused my wife no end, “Clara, the previous CEO, had spent most of her time here last year having sex with my predecessor and she’d told Bryony to do the same. She didn’t know that we were new. It was kinda weird because while we were having sex she kept calling me Niamh, she was soooo apologetic when I explained, oh by the way, your name is Craig.” She laughed brightly and my blood ran cold through my veins. “Baby? Baby, what’s wrong?!”
My heart was pounding in my chest, “I… I need…some air.” Almost falling off the recliner I made my way to the veranda, the warm afternoon breeze felt so good on my skin, but my head felt like it was going to explode.
I felt my wife’s hand on my shoulder, “What is…”
I turned and pulling her close and whispered into her ear, “If Niamh and Craig were our predecessors they didn’t leave… they were cremated… here… I saw her wedding ring.”
My wife looked at me completely dumbfounded, “What! That’s ridiculous, what makes you say that?”
“I told you, I saw her wedding ring in the box of personal items that Brett told me to dump! Oh Jesus!” I started to feel queasy and panic was rising in my chest, “Oh shit, what if…”
“Sweetheart, you’re being ridiculous! If it was her ring it probably just dropped in the box by accident. You don’t honestly believe that they were killed here?”
I felt like I was starting to hyperventilate, “I don’t know, but… but why did they want to know that we had no dependents? No one knows we are here, what if… oh fuck!”
My wife hugged me tightly, “Sweetheart, you’re over tired, you’re imagining things. I suggest…”
“Everything OK here?” Brett and Maxine approached at a brisk pace, expressions of concern across their faces. “Are you OK Paul?” Brett’s question carried no feelings of concern or worry, more impatience than anything else.
“I… I…” my heart was pounding in my chest.
“He’s fine. Just tired,” my wife took my hand in hers, “he just needs a little rest. He’ll be fine.” Maxine whispered something into my wife’s ear. My wife nodded, “Come on darling let’s get you more comfortable, we want to enjoy our last night on Trinity after all.”
I felt the panic subsiding, my wife is my rock, “OK, OK, I’m… OK.”
Back in our suite, my wife reassured me, undressed me and showered with me. Her presence was soothing and I began to feel somewhat ashamed with my behaviour. I lay down on the bed and breathed deeply, “I’ve got to go and help with the preparations.” I started to protest, but she placed a finger on my lips. “Shh, baby, rest. Here drink this, it’ll help you sleep.”
She held up a glass to my mouth, “But… ” she shook her head in mock reproof and I drained the glass. “I’m sorry baby, I… I must be…” my head began to swim. I could see my wife’s mouth moving, but I couldn’t hear any sound. Everything seemed to be spinning.
“Wake up Paul. Paul? Wake up.” I felt myself being shaken and wearily I forced my eyes open. “Good boy, come on wake up.” Maxine was smiling at me, come on, the ritual will start soon, you need to get ready.”
My throat felt dry and I struggled to remember what day it was, “Where’s Suzie?”
“She’s getting ready, you should to, get dressed, I’ll be back in 15 minutes to get you. Oh god, it’s so exciting I can’t wait, I’ll be back soon.”
As she left I dragged myself out of bed. I climbed into my clothes and wobbled over to the balcony. The evening air was refreshing and my head began to clear. Briefly I pondered that this was our last night on Trinity… our last night, where was my wife?!
There was a knock at the door and it swung open. Maxine strode in, she looked flushed and exuded excitement, “Come on lover boy, we’ve started.” She grabbed my hand and led me out. I could hear sounds of revelry it sounded very out of place with what I had become used to. As we entered the main conference room an incredible sight met my eyes. All around people were having sex, there was the smell of incense in the air and three men were clustered around a large book on a table in the middle of the room. They were taking turns reading from the book and in front of them was a large ornate goblet. “Come over here Paul, get in line.” There was a ring of about 12 men around the room and as my eyes became accustomed to the light, I recognized them as our previous employers.
“Where’s Suzie… Maxine, where’s Suzie?”
Maxine Stared at me wild eyed, “She’ll be here soon, we need to get ready, stay here.” Maxine moved to the central table and one of the men gave her a goblet and a knife. I watched with morbid fascination as she moved to each person in turn. I couldn’t see clearly what she was doing, but all too soon she was standing in front of me again. “Come on Paul, it wont hurt… much.”
She took my left hand and before I could move she pulled a knife across my palm. People started cheering and I shouted out in pain which made them cheer all the more, “What the fuck? Maxine what are you doing?!” I was aware that my hand hurt, but my mind was locked onto my beautiful wife, where was she?
Maxine looked beyond excited as my blood trickled into the goblet mixing with the blood from all of our previous employers. The dread in my heart seemed to be growing out of control, Maxine smiled, “There’s just one more thing we need.”
My heart missed a beat as the conference room doors opened and Brett appeared holding a platter with a red silk cloth draped over it. He approached the CEO and offered the platter up reverently
The CEO drew himself upright and took a deep breathe, “Brothers and sisters, tonight we restore and renew. Tonight we draw deep on the lust for life, tonight we quench our thirst. Are you ready!”
There was a roar of approval and pulling the cloth away he revealed a piece of meat. My mind was spinning, what he fuck was going on, but as he held it up I recognised it for what it was… a heart. He took a deep bite out of it and the cheering grew even louder. Blood was running from his lips down his neck and as I stared at him his features began to mellow. The dark rings under his eyes faded and his skin tightened. He let out a roar and tore his robe away, “YES! Feast, let us all feast!”
The remains were dropped into the goblet of blood, I tried to scream, but something hit my head.
I woke slowly, my head felt like it was splitting open and I could taste vomit. My face was pressed against a cold surface. I could hear voices;
“That was the best ritual for decades, fuck I feel fantastic!”
“Damn right, The Boss, looked amazing, these two were the real deal. I’ve never felt so rejuvenated.”
“Looks like this sack of shit has woken up.” I felt a foot nudging against my side.
“”Well Paul, are you back with us?”
I groaned and rolled onto my back. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the light and I could see Brett looking down at me, but he looked different… younger. “Where’s my wife?” The words rasped from my throat.
Brett grinned and stood upright. “In here.” He tapped the retort. “She served her purpose last night as did you.”
My mind was spinning out of control, “What… do… you… mean… ”
“Fuck me Paul are you so fucking stupid?!”
“Why are we waiting boss, their replacements will be here soon.”
Brett grinned, “And then it all begins again, fuck I love this life!”
“How long have we been doing this now?” I dragged myself around in the direction of the voice, it was Ben. “It feels like a long time.”
Brett though for a moment, “You came to us in 1723.”
“How long has The Boss been here.”
Brett shrugged, “No one knows and personally I don’t care! We get to eat drink and fuck forever, what’s not to like!
“Damn right! Let’s get rid of this sack of shit!” Ben bent over and glared into my face, “You and you lovely wife have served your purpose… ” he paused for a moment, “I wish I’d fucked her… did you fuck her boss?”
Brett grinned, that sickening evil grin, “Yeah, just before I cut her heart out.” He leaned over me, “Your wife was a good fuck!”
Fury burst out of me, “You fucking bastards, I’ll rip your fucking heads off!!”
Brett looked down at me and smiled, “I think not.” He pointed a gun at my head, “Goodbye Paul.”
THE END