Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2012 08:52:03 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Francis. Part Twenty Three.
This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.
Part Twenty Three
The guest houses were numbered one to eight with the ground floor
rooms being A and B, from left to right, and C and D on the upper
floor. The ground floor rooms contained a double bed while the upper rooms
had twin singles. The en suites were done fine as I had asked and you could
literally swing a cat around inside, not cramping the bathroom, which I
hated in some hotels. The drapes, fittings and décor were excellent and
I said so.
We then traipsed up to see the huge water tank and generator, cleverly
disguised as part of the house where the female staff and manager and chef
were living before returning to the big house. We then went up the
staircase to see the suites and the one facing us at the top was the door
to the Panther suite and a door on the left was for the Lion suite. Turning
on the landing led to the Tiger suite on the left and the Leopard suite
facing us.
This meant that one whole side was the Lion suite and the other three
on the opposite side. Above, the roof had been raised to allow light and
air to come into this central well. The Leopard sitting room occupied the
central part of the floor, overlooking the jetty and was above the
reception, and had a connecting door going into the bedroom of the Lion
suite, but the bolt was on the Lion's side of the door. The bedroom took up
the north east corner and was one third of the north side. Coming out of
the sitting room into the top hall, the door to the Tiger suite was on the
right and this suite occupied the centre of the floor on the northern
side. Back along the hall, the door ahead was into the Panther suite, the
same as the Leopard suite. There was also a connecting door that was again
bolted from the Lion suite.
That left the Lion suite occupying the whole side from west to
east. The door from the hall led into the sitting room or lounge and looked
out to the west and south, Next to this was the small second bedroom that
would ostensibly used by Wesson if Gervaise was on the island. This had a
connecting door into the adjoining bathroom. Then into the main bedroom
that was almost half the length of that side of the building. Here we had
this enormous bed and other furniture and with them all seeing the size of
the bathroom that was dominated by the huge bath that was almost of
swimming pool proportions, well, again Wesson and I were speechless and it
shut up the girls.
`William! You really have made my dream come true,' and I embarrassed
him by giving him a big kiss in front of the others. He stuttered about if
it hadn't been for my vision and money, it wouldn't have got built, and he
was honoured at being a part of it. I even went and gave Sam a kiss, but I
couldn't tell if he went as red as William or not.
`Now you can all get out of my bedroom,' I called out to them, `and go
to your own rooms. Penny and Lou, you are in house seven B. William can
take either C or D of the same building. Now all shoo and let me take a
beautiful bath before dinner. We'll see you in half an hour down at the bar
before we eat.' I herded them all out of the suite, pulling at Wesson's arm
as he went to leave.
`Where do you think you're going? This is ours you big lout,' I said
as I dragged him back into the room and closed the door. `Kiss me Wesson
and tell me I'm not dreaming,' I said as I went into his arms. `Isn't this
the most beautiful place on earth you've ever been? Except,' and I dropped
my voice to a whisper, `when you're inside me?'
`You can be a right little hussy when you want to,' he grinned as he
held me tight in his arms. `I love this place. I really love it as I love
you. Now are we going to try that swimming pool in there or stand here
talking.' With that, we quickly stripped each other and climbed in the
massive bath and played around as it took so long to fill up. By the time
it filled up it was time to get out to get dressed for dinner, but we'd
already sucked each other off as the water was swirling around us.
So it was closer to an hour before we descended down to the lounge and
I felt like a million dollars myself. I'd put on my best dress and had
taken great pains to make sure that my make-up was perfect. What pleased me
was the fact they all stood up when we entered the lounge bar and
applauded. I even blushed as a chair was pulled out for me and William,
after we'd been served a drink, made a toast. It was Miss Francis's dream
that this island was now what it was, well, something along those kind of
lines anyway.
We almost had one waiter per person as we sat down for dinner. Sam
stayed and dined with us so there were six of us, and the meal was
superb. Sam had declined to be a guest at the opening. `They be all white
folk there and I don't think that custom's Chief is too happy with me, so
it's for the best that I not be there,' he told me. I could understand his
reasoning and so I didn't put any pressure on him.
I missed my first sunset there, but I knew there would be lots more,
so it didn't bother me. I think we were all glad when dinner was over as we
were now all feeling the effects of the long day and of all the
excitement. So goodnights were said and William escorted the girls to the
their house and Wesson and I went upstairs to our suite. It was just
basically a kiss and quick cuddle before we both fell asleep in our
enormous bed.
*
It was the rattle of china that woke me up the next morning.
`Good morning Miss Francis, Mr Wesson. I'se your maid and my name's
Wendy,' she poked her finger at her badge. `I've been told you likes coffee
in the morning instead of tea.'
`What time is it,' I said, looking at her with bleary eyes, conscious
enough not to roll over from my front, as I was naked in bed.
`Seven o'clock of a fine, beautiful morning.' She had that lilt to her
voice that dragged out the word beautiful. `Breakfast is served from eight
till ten. I'll run your bath water, and oh Lordy, it does take some time to
fill it being so big. I've never seen one that big before,' and she rattled
on as she poured out two cups of coffee for us before disappearing into the
bathroom. I did a quick roll over in the bed. I say quick, because it was
that big, I had to roll twice to come up against Wesson's body.
`Wake up, the maid's here!' I whispered. All I got was a grunt. So I
dived under the sheet and gave him a quick suck of his cock before coming
back up again.
`Now I'm awake,' he said sleepily, `go back down there.'
`I can't! The maid's here. I'm going to take my coffee outside,' and
with that, I doubled rolled again and fell out of the bed. I pulled my robe
off the bottom of the bed and put it on while sitting on the floor. Then I
was able to stand up, and taking my cup and saucer I went out onto the
veranda. I didn't mention it before, but both the north and south sides of
the big house had their own veranda's, stretching the whole length of the
building.
We had two large French windows either side of the bed, and I went out
of the one on my side of the bed. In case it's of any interest, I have
always slept on the left hand side of a bed when you look at it from the
foot angle. Anyway, just outside on the veranda, between the two French
windows of the bedroom, were a small table and two chairs. Further down
outside of the lounge on the same veranda, was a table with four
chairs. But I sat down at the bedroom one and I then really saw what a
paradise I was in.
Sipping my coffee, I could just see below me, the swimming pool,
shimmering blue and already sparkling with the sunlight. In front when I
lifted my eyes were the gently waving fronds of the palm trees that
completely obscured the guest houses. I looked to the left and could see
the sandy beach and sea beyond and it was exactly the same when I looked to
the right. The glittering water of the sea and golden sandy beaches on
either side of me with the palm trees in front; that was my paradise.
Then Wesson walked out scratching his stomach. He wasn't exactly
Johnny Weissmuller, but he was my Tarzan and I was his Jane. He sat down in
the other chair as he then scratched his crotch.
`Do you want to know something my sweet? I don't think I could ever
get tired of this view,' he said, looking at me as he sipped from his cup.
`Yes it is gorgeous, isn't it? The palm trees gently swaying in the
breeze, and the sea and sand.'
`I was looking at you, not the scenery.'
`Oh you darling. Let's go fuck in the bath!'
`I think the morning passion might have worn off by the time it takes
to fill that thing.' Then as if to belie his words, Wendy came out onto the
veranda.
`De bath is filled. I'll come up later to do the room while you'se
have your breakfast,' and then she was gone.
`Well my passionate friend,' I said getting up, `let's go while you've
still got it up.' I dragged him up from his chair and took him into the
bathroom. My God it was lovely doing it in that large bath tub, though he
nearly half drowned me in the process. I think he pumped more water into me
than sperm. It was almost like having an enema.
*
Wendy had unpacked most of our things while we were at dinner the
night before, so it was just a matter of selecting what to wear for the
morning's breakfast. I dispensed with the stockings and just wore the dress
and the lightest of make-ups. My hair was now long enough so that I didn't
have to bother with a wig as it was almost touching my shoulders
already. Wesson opted for flannels as opposed to shorts which I think was
the best thing as he was the owner's man and had to appear in the
appropriate attire.
Penny, Lou, William and Sam were already in the dining area when we
arrived there. I didn't know that Sam had been staying the night, but I was
glad that he had because we were then able to sort out quite a few little
things as we ate breakfast. I sent for Pascall while we were eating and
said that I would like to see all the staff of the island in the lounge at
ten a.m.
The two girls wanted to go down to `their' beach, but I said that they
should use the pool because they might be needed as there was still a lot
of things that had to be done, and I needed at least one of them to stand
by as it were.
After breakfast, the girls went to change into costumes and Wesson and
I wandered into the lounge and went and sat down at the piano. I lifted the
lid and flexed my fingers before playing DeBussy's Clare De Lune. I don't
know why I chose that particular piece of music, though it has always been
one of my favourite pieces. It's almost melancholic, but it had always
stirred me ever since I'd seen the film of Daphne du Maurier's, Frenchman's
Creek. From that point on, whenever anybody heard that piece of music being
played, they knew I had just sat down at the piano, because it sort of
became my signature tune. Wesson leaned on the piano as I played various
pieces until the staff had assembled at ten as I had requested.
`As you know, I am the sister of Sir Gervaise, and part owner of this
hotel and island. You'll be seeing more of me than of him I'm afraid. His
duties are rather onerous and he doesn't get much leisure time, and that is
why I am here to open this hotel.
Now you've been told all the rules of what can and can't be done. I
just want to emphasize the importance of those rules because if this hotel
is not full of happy people, you will lose out on your bonus and possibly
your jobs. The people who will be coming to this island will be rich and
want security. The two security men here are to stop other people invading
the island for gain, and will also be our policemen. I will not tolerate
any insolence of any kind nor have anyone stealing. These are my main
worries and I will deal harshly with anyone caught in these offences,
personally. I'm sure you've already heard of the incident with one of the
constructors.'
There were quite a few grins and nodding of heads at this. `Be warned
that you'll be in hospital first by my hand before the authorities deal
with you. The drinking of alcohol during working hours is forbidden, though
you can have as much soft drinks as you want.
I want every guest to leave this island and the Bahamas, to tell all
his or her friends of what a wonderful place this jewel in the Caribbean
is. That will be your doing and I am sure that you'll find it financially
rewarding at the end of the year. Thank you all for what you have done so
far, and make me proud of all the cubs of this Lyon Island.'
They actually clapped me as I finished my little speech which pleased
me immensely. As they began to disperse to their duties, I called Wendy to
one side. I told her that in my sitting room by the desk was a buzzer. This
she was to press when she brought coffee up in the morning and to leave the
tray in that room for us to collect, not bring it into the bedroom. Also,
it was a shower I preferred in the morning, not a bath. The same would
apply to the Leopard and Panther suites. She said she understood and so I
let her go off to see to my room. This left me with Pascall, Wesson,
William and Sam to whom I spoke.
`Sam. I would like you to find me a portrait of our new Queen to hang
on the wall behind the reception. Mr. Pascall. In my quarters there is a
shield of the coat of arms of my brother. I would like that affixed to the
front of the reception desk. Also there is a portrait of myself and my
brother that I would like hung behind the bar. Now let's get down to
details of who will be arriving next week.'
So the morning was spent discussing our expected guests and what
houses they would be occupying for our opening debut in a week's time. This
took up the morning before we all sat down for a light lunch. Sam would
then be going back to Nassau with instructions for Stephen to bring a
photographer out on the Monday to take at least twenty four pictures of the
island from the air, and roughly forty eight on the island itself for our
brochures.
We were all about to depart for an afternoon nap, or whatever, when a
waiter informed us of an approaching boat. As it came up to and moored at
the jetty, there were exclamations of surprise as four Chinese dressed
people disembarked.
Now I knew that Lee Chen was not coming to the opening. I had sent him
a flowery letter of invitation, and was not surprised when his equally
flowered reply, declined. But he was honoured that I'd asked him and would
send his sons Kim and Wang instead to represent the house. But these four
were unexpected.
One, an elderly man led the other three who were carrying some cloth
covered articles. I went down the steps of the reception to meet them and
we all bowed low to each other.
`Greetings honourable daughter of the House of Chen.'
`Greetings to you too honourable father. Welcome to my humble house.'
I offered them tea, but it was politely refused. They had come for one
purpose only on our Holy day, well it was a Sunday, on the express wish of
Lee Chen to bless my house. There seemed to be some amusement behind from
the others, but a swift glance from me shut them up. He asked if they might
put their burdens down for a little while so that they could go and bless
all the buildings. I agreed, and then followed them round the island as a
prayer was said at all the houses as one tinkled some small bells and the
other two lit joss sticks. This was done at all the buildings including the
big house and returned to where the covered objects were on the reception
steps.
`We would like to put here a small shrine to keep the God's eyes upon
this house if we may?' he asked, and I agreed, knowing their superstitious
ways. He nodded to his followers and they uncovered what, when put
together, was a small pagoda temple that stood about two foot high. He then
said that he would walk round the house to find the most favourable place
for it to be placed.
I walked round with him as he slowly made his way around the building,
pausing many times as if sniffing the air. Now around the whole building,
except for where there were steps, were flower beds, only about two foot in
width. These flowers were there to hide the empty space underneath the
whole house as it was on these small pilings. He then stopped on the south
side and pointed to a spot close to the building.
`Now here is the perfect place,' and he raised his hand up slowly,
pointing towards the house as it travelled up to it reached the overhang of
the balcony. Now I don't know if he knew it beforehand, but you couldn't
see from where we were standing that we were directly in between the two
French windows that were either side of my bed. I felt a little tingle run
up and down my spine as I realised where it would be. Two of his helpers
then placed it in among the flowers and made sure that it was firmly placed
and facing the correct way.
`Now the Gods will always be looking down upon this place and it would
be wise for them to see, that every time you return to the island, you
place some token at its base. Something that you have held, a stone, a
shell, or anything that will make you think of this place and the Gods
would be then honoured that you have remembered them as they will you.
On an impulse that I cannot explain, I turned to the others and asked
if anyone had a pair of scissors or a knife? There was some shaking of
heads as they looked quizzically at me, but Wesson produced a small clasp
knife, which he opened and passed to me. I then took a lock of hair in my
hand and cut it off before handing the knife back to him. I then stepped
forward and placed the lock of hair on the little steps of the shrine.
There was a sudden hissing of intakes of breath from the four Chinese
and the old man said something rapidly in Chinese as if in exclamation that
sounded like, if translated, like `Oh goodness gracious'. I turned, not
sure if I'd done the right thing and saw that they were all bowing to me.
`Honourable daughter. You must be blessed! You have doubly honoured
the Gods by the giving of its first gift something of yourself. The Gods
will have smiled at this and I can assure you that no harm will come to
this house for as long as you live.'
Now as I've already said, I'm not superstitious, but in later years I
think I have become that. Like every year there are hurricanes, some small
and some large, that tear through the Caribbean creating havoc. Especially
the devastating Hurricane Flora in 1963 which killed thousands of
people. This, like all the others, missed my island completely, leaving it
untouched. My heart always leapt into my throat when I heard of a hurricane
out in the Caribbean and I would think of my island and pray that it be
spared.
There was much bowing as the four Chinese left, their mission
accomplished, and Sam took the opportunity to get a lift back to Nassau. It
was getting on in the afternoon and the girls wanted to go to the beach,
but I told them to use the pool and that we would all go to the beach in
the morning. I had a reason for this, as you will see shortly. So they went
off to get changed while Wesson and I went to bed and made slow languorous
love to each other. This we did again after dinner.
*
Next morning, after breakfast, the four of us went to the beach for
the morning. The girls carried a small hamper as no drinks or food were
provided at this beach. It was strictly off limits to the staff and were
only allowed on it first thing in the mornings to clean and tidy it
up. When guests later wanted to go there, hampers were packed for them,
depending how long they wanted to stay there for.
As soon as we were on the sand, the girls had their clothes off and
went straight into the sea. Wesson and I laid out our blanket and after
stripping off too, oiled each other and then lay in the sun. It was just
great to lay there naked in the sun and feel the gentle breeze caress your
body. The girls played in the water for about half an hour and we watched
them as they came out to dry off, their breasts heaving from their
exertions were a delight to watch as they settled on their blanket.
Then, as if on cue, we heard the seaplane and I told the girls to wave
as it flew low down past us. They did as I asked, and I was lying face down
as I knew that there was a photographer on board taking pictures, but they
didn't know that. I grinned to myself and hoped that the pictures would
come out all right, some of which we might be able to use for the brochure.
Stephen took the plane round the island several times at varying
heights and really came down low over us on the beach, the girls had stood
up and their breasts bounced about as they waved again at it. I saw Stephen
wave in acknowledgement and give the wings a little waggle on the last pass
before he touched down on the sea.
We stayed on the beach till we deemed it was lunch time and so we
dressed and went back to the house for lunch. I found Stephen and the
photographer in the lounge bar where he had a beer while Stephen was
drinking orange juice. Wesson ordered us two drinks and I asked the man if
he'd got any good pictures.
He grinned as he said that he had, especially of the beach party. Well
make sure they come out all right I said as I laughed, because that will
probably be the best selling point of the island.
He took some more pictures of us sitting in the lounge and at the bar,
and a couple of me at the piano. More were taken as we ate lunch in the
dining room and I told him he had to stay to get some pictures of the hotel
and palm trees at sunset. This was to be my first sunset while in the
lounge and it was just how I dreamed it would be. Stephen wasn't very happy
about staying that long, because it can be tricky putting a seaplane down
on water in the dark. But they managed it and we saw the results of the
man's work a couple of days later.
They were excellent. I asked for extra copies and the girls were
somewhat embarrassed that they could clearly be seen in all their naked
glory. They were somewhat mollified when I pointed out that you couldn't
clearly see their faces and that their bodies would be seen by thousands of
prospective guests not knowing who the two gorgeous naked beauties were.
But overall, the pictures that had been taken of the hotel and island
were magnificent and I knew then that we were on a winner when they were
printed. A whole set were sent off to London post haste for the estate
agency to pick the best ones for the brochure and I set up a little
competition among the staff to pick out their best three pictures from what
had been taken.
The judges were Wesson, William, Sam and myself, because the best ones
would be blown up in size to decorate the lounge at Nassau. The winner,
which was one of the girls, won an all expenses paid night at the casino
hotel in Nassau, which included dinner and fifty dollars to spend at the
tables.
It was a glorious week we spent before the opening. We spent most
mornings on the nudist beach before lunch where afterwards, Wesson I would
go to bed and have sex before my playing the piano in the lounge before
dinner. It was on the Friday morning that a message came from
Frobisher. Wesson and the girls, as well as I were nude sunbathing when
there came a cough from a little way off. I'm glad I was laying on my
stomach for it was William.
`See what he wants,' I hissed at Wesson. `I can't sit up.'
`Sorry to bother you Miss Francis, but a coded message has come from
London,' he said, standing a little way off from us, his face bright red at
seeing my bare bum. This I could see through my squinted eyes.
`Oh shit! Don't say the bastard's trying to fuck this up,' I said
making a face at Wesson.
`Give it to me,' Wesson said, sitting up and not bothering to cover
himself, which made William go even redder, and he looked out to sea as he
handed it over.
`Sorry to have troubled you, but I thought it might be something very
important. It being in some sort of code,' he stuttered as he quickly
turned and almost ran off the beach into the trees. I had to laugh when he
had left at how embarrassed he'd been.
`What's the codeword?' I asked.
`Bunker!' Wesson said.
`Thank God for that. It's for you and not that important then.'
The name had been chosen deliberately so that the German Intelligence
Agency could easily work out that the book would be Hitler's Mein Kampf
that was to be used to decipher the message. It was used to relay useless
messages and sometimes to feed them false information that we couldn't
really leak to them. So we didn't bother to rush to the big house to
decipher it. When we were back in our rooms Wesson wrote down the message
which had been in German so it was useless to me.
`Ha,' Wesson had snorted when he read it. `Well it's a request. "Smith
is in from the cold stop needs sunshine stop can he accompany stop", that's
it.'
`I'd been meaning to ask you that for some weeks now. Where was Smith?
I haven't seen him for months now,' I asked.
`The ultimate penalty for learning Russian. Moscow. He's obviously
just returned and Frobisher wants to bring him out with him when he comes
to this shindig. The answer's yes of course, we've got the room and maybe
Frobisher wants his hand held. Is there anything you want to say to
Frobisher in the reply?'
`Yes, but you wouldn't want to send it and I don't think there is a
word in German for it,' I laughed. `What was his reply the last time when I
asked for an extension to our leave?'
`Granted.'
`Yes, a one word answer. Well let's give it in one word. Just send two
letters to him and see how he likes brevity. Da! He might appreciate the
irony of that.' Wesson chuckled at that. So that was sent and we both
agreed that it would be good to see Smith again. My two gunslingers back
together again.
*
I did go into Nassau on the Francis boat one day to see the Governor
and others before the weekend. I had taken a bottle of the finest Scotch
whisky with me for the Chief of Customs and Excise. I'm not naming the
brand because each distillery say that they produce the finest and I'm not
going to get into that war.
Now I've often wondered why, in every book I've read, that they always
describe a Scotsman as being dour. Well after going through a thesaurus and
not using lots of adjectives, it was the only word that I could come up
with to describe Angus McDougall, the islands Chief of Customs etc. He was
delighted with the bottle and also for the invitation to the opening of the
hotel. I had ulterior motives of course in inviting him and presenting him
with the bottle, and after the opening, he also received a whole case. Sam
would also subvert the other customs officers and baggage handlers at the
airport later.
Along with the pictures despatched to England, I'd also included my
idea of special tie on labels for the hotels future guests. Completely
different from B.O.A.C's own labels so that they could be easily picked out
at the terminal and stowed separately on trolleys to be wheeled through
customs en bloc and therefore avoid scrutiny. When it was later seen to
being done, it was too late to try and change this system back to the old
ways because it had by then become a habit of the baggage handlers. They
didn't want to jeopardise their little perk for doing this.
The other call was upon the Governor. I didn't want to presume to
teach him protocol, but made it sound like a suggestion that he and his
wife came out to the island and be the first to be greeted, followed by the
Chief of Customs and the Chief of Police with his wife. Then for the
Governor to fly back in the plane to greet Prince Hassan of Kuwait in the
manner that any visiting royalty would expect. Then he could fly back with
the Prince to the island. The rest of the guests would be ferried over as
and when they arrived. He admitted that he had mulled over how to be in two
places at once and readily accepted my solution to it. So that was that
settled before I saw Sam to find that the pictures selected would be done
in time for the lounge and that he had a portrait of the Queen ready for me
to take back for the wall behind the reception.
*
So the weekend came and I even went swimming in the pool. I'd had my
swimming costume especially made by a woman in China town in
London. Instead of wearing a bra underneath the costume, she had filled out
the cups and there was just a trace of nipples to be seen of flattened
breasts on the top half of it. When wearing my thong, though it was tight
at the groin, it was indiscernible under the costume, and the little cleft
in the front was easily seen. Wesson thought it looked a bit obscene that
the cleft could be seen like that, but admitted that it would take a very
strong person to say that it didn't look real.
I delighted the girls when I first appeared in my costume at the
poolside. They said how wonderful I looked and that if they hadn't known
better would have sworn that it was a woman standing before them. My legs
were quite long for my body and looked fabulous, tanned, strong calves and
neat ankles above my size six feet. The costume also hid the side and chest
scars received by Gervaise, though the two arm scars couldn't be hidden.
One of my tricks at the pool was to do a hand stand, legs straight
with the toes pointing upward as I walked on my hands to the poolside and
then drop in over the side without scarcely a ripple. I was both happy and
nervous that whole weekend hoping that all would go right on the day.
*
I was awake when the buzzer sounded, saying that Wendy had brought up
our coffee and Wesson got up and went through to collect it. He poured out
our coffee as I slipped on my robe and went out onto the balcony. I had
butterflies in my stomach as I stayed there and drank my coffee that he
brought out. Today was the day my mind kept telling me. In just six months,
we'd turned this little deserted island into an hotel paradise, and I would
soon find out if it been had worth it. Wesson came out and gave me a kiss
before sitting down in the other chair. I told him of my fears and he
patted me on the hand and said everything was going to be splendid. After
my shower, I dressed carefully, even putting stockings on, and made sure
that my make-up was perfect before going down to breakfast.
I only toyed with my meal and had to control myself to not drink too
much coffee, as I didn't want to keep running off to the toilet. I was
pleased to see that the girls had made the effort as well as they both
looked positively charming.
I was just running over things again with Victor, as I was now calling
him, though I still left him to keep calling me Miss Francis. I'd already
gone through the kitchen and talked about the meals with the chef. Now I
was talking through the last of my wildly frantic thoughts of all that
could go wrong, when the radio crackled to life.
`Lion cub to lion's den. Lion cub to lion's den.' It was Stephen.
`Lion's den receiving, over,' said Victor, operating the switches of
the radio.
`Lion cub inbound with Lord of the Jungle. Ten minutes. Out.' So he
had just taken off from Nassau with the Governor and party. That would be
his wife, the Chief of Police and his wife. The dour Mr McDougall had opted
to come out by boat with their bags. He was a single man and said that he
preferred the sea to the air, so that had made it easier for Stephen by not
having to do that extra run.
I wondered what the plane would look like now. I had agreed for a logo
to be painted on the sides of the seaplane. It was of a lion's head with
the words Lyon Island Airways, in big letters. Wesson had joked when we
were alone that it should have been a picture of the rear end of a lion and
the name to be Lyon's Passage and Airway. I had thumped him for that as we
both laughed before developing it into a love struggle.
Victor went and got the staff that were going to line up to get them
ready as I nervously checked my face and hair again for the umpteenth time
in a mirror. We stood on the porch of the reception steps as the seaplane
made a smooth landing and glided up to the jetty. Victor then went down to
greet the Governor's party as they came off the jetty while us four waited
on the veranda. As the Governor approached, I alone went down the steps and
formally welcomed him to our opening day and shook hands all round.
`Well Francis. I must say it looked very impressive from the air,
didn't it my dear,' he said aside to his wife. She agreed whole-heartedly
as did the wife of the Chief, chipping in. He declined the tour, saying
that it would look better if they all went round with the Prince when he
arrived, which wouldn't be that long.
So we all went and sat in the lounge and had some soft drinks as he
didn't want to smell of alcohol when he greeted him. We'd only been sitting
there a few minutes when Victor came up to inform us the Prince's private
plane would be landing in thirty minutes at Nassau airport. That was the
signal for the Governor to return with Stephen to greet the Prince in his
official capacity.
*
Stephen told me later that it all went off very well at the
airport. He'd landed and the Governor went off and spoke to other members
of his staff who were there, ready and waiting. Also the Police Brass Band,
who'd spent the whole week practising the Kuwaiti national anthem. A red
carpet had been rolled out and was lined on either side by a row of
soldiers in their dress parade uniforms.
The private plane had landed and taxied up to the carpet and the
Prince in his white flowing robes descended the short flight of steps to be
greeted by the Governor. The two national anthems were played and after an
inspection of the soldiers, the prince was escorted to our little
seaplane. He had brought four of his retinue as they were called, though we
knew they were really bodyguards.
It was explained that only two of them could travel by air and the
other two would have to come by sea with all the baggage. The Prince gave
his instructions in Arabic and two peeled off to wait for the baggage to be
unloaded as he boarded the seaplane.
As it happened, the aircraft bringing Kim and Wang landed so Sam was
there with William to greet them and so the two Chen's and the two
bodyguards were driven to the harbour to board one of the boats. We got the
radio message that little cub was on its way with Panther. That was our
code name for use in the air as that would be the suite he would be staying
in. Kim and Wang would be in the Tiger suite. It must be obvious for whom
the Leopard suite was reserved for.
*
While we waited for the Prince's arrival, I had gone back upstairs and
donned my sash and award from Kuwait, as well as my leopard brooch and that
of the House of Chen.
As Prince Hassan walked along the jetty, I went down the steps to meet
him halfway where we bowed to each other and I greeted him in the flowery
version of the Arabic greeting to which he gave me a big smile and gave me
the response that is required. Then we hugged, which I think was somewhat
startling to all those looking on that I had the temerity to lay hands on a
Prince. But we knew better and I could see that he already had that glint
in his eye as we embraced.
He was introduced all round before being settled in the lounge with a
soft drink, though I had put a quantity of spirits up in his suite. These
he would drink when not in public, and in the bedside table, I had also put
two dozen condoms.
It had been funny when I bought these in London. The girl in the
chemist must have thought I was a madam of some brothel as I had asked for
a gross of them. She seemed quite shocked at the amount and I had to repeat
the order for her to understand me, and I thought it was very amusing
seeing her trying to ring up that amount on her antique cash register. I'd
also put another two dozen in the bedside table in the Leopard suite which
I would no doubt need too.
Stephen had taken straight off again to return to the airport so I
didn't have time to tell him that I liked the paintwork on the side of the
plane. While he was away to collect the next visitor, the boat arrived and
I greeted Kim and Wang with much bowing and flowery platitudes and escorted
them to the lounge for introductions while their bags were taken to their
room.
Next to arrive was the American Consul with wife and two aides,
followed by Carlo Leopardi and his guards. Our greeting was with hugs and
continental kisses and was pleased to find that his bedroom was next to
mine. Stephen had passed on a message that Frobisher and Smith were on one
of the boats as he went back to collect the French Consul and his
entourage.
So within the hour, all invited guests were assembled in the lounge
having a pre-lunch drink, the last ones being the French who were still
being introduced round when it was announced that lunch was ready to be
served. The dining room had been rearranged to create two large tables with
twenty seats at the largest for the notables, and eleven at the other for
the aides and guards.
I sat at the head of the table with Hassan seated on my right, and
continuing down that side, Carlo was next with the wife of the American
Consul. Then it was the Chief of Police, William, Penny and then
Wang. Frobisher was next, with the last on that side of the table being the
wife of the Governor.
Wesson headed the other end of the table and on his right, coming back
up the table was the American Consul. Alongside him was the French Consul
and then Lou. Smith was next, sitting beside the Police Chief's wife and
then McDougall, Chief of Customs. The wife of the French Consul followed,
with Kim and the Governor of the islands on my immediate left.
The aides and bodyguards were left to sort out their own seating
arrangements as we all sat down. All twelve staff were on hand to assist at
the lunch and handed round massive menus to everybody. We had spent days,
the chef, Victor and I to see that we could cater to all tastes in devising
what we had to offer.
I could hardly eat I was so full of trepidation, but my fears were
groundless. The food and wine was consumed with gusto and I think everybody
enjoyed themselves, even at the smaller table. The talk was lively and I
was pleased to see that Kim and Wang were not left out of the conversation.
*
After the meal, all the guests were shown to their accommodation for
their stay and were all invited for a walk around the island before evening
drinks time. Wesson took Frobisher and Smith to where they would be staying
and William took the Governor and Chiefs while Penny and Lou took the rest.
I escorted Hassan upstairs and showed him his suite and he was very
pleased with it and grabbed me in his arms as soon as we were alone and
kissed me fiercely. I could feel his hardness underneath his robes and oh
how I wanted him to take me there and then as I kissed him back, but I
still had Carlo downstairs.
`Later my sweet Prince,' I said, and gave him another swift kiss and
left the suite. The same thing happened with Carlo. As soon as the door was
shut, he pulled me into his arms to kiss me. He too was eager for me, his
own big truncheon hard and solid inside his trousers and as with Hassan, I
wanted to pull it out for old time's sake. I managed to get out of his room
with legs atremble as I remembered how big he was and what it felt like
inside me.
I almost staggered to my rooms and quickly tore my clothes off and
went and had a cold shower. I was still in there, trying to cool down the
fire that had been stoked deep in the pit of my belly when Wesson came
in. He couldn't understand my passion and ardour as, naked, I bore him to
the bed and feverishly pulled his clothes off before sucking on his now
erect penis.
`Steady on girl, go easy with the teeth,' he cried as I raked his
shaft with them.
`Then use it where I need it,' I begged him, fumbling at the drawer
for a condom. He took the packet from me and tore it open and, taking out
the sheath, put it on his erection. I scrambled back onto the bed and
presented myself to him.
`Please Wesson, fuck me now. Fuck me hard,' I implored him, turning my
head for him to see the tears in my eyes. He grasped my hips and pushed
hard up against me, slipping inside and filling me with his hardness. He
moved in and out, rasping my inside as I had raked him. `Harder,' I cried
as he fucked me, `Harder!'
He then really began pounding his thighs up against my bum as he
rammed into me, making me start to come. I sprayed the bed cover as he
finally came too, straining tight up against me and I could feel drops of
sweat drop onto my back as he did so. Then he fell on me and we both
collapsed onto the bed and lay there panting with the exertion.
`We should do this every afternoon,' he panted. `It's one way of
working off a good lunch.' I had to chuckle.
`I thought you were getting heavier,' he too then chuckled.
`You seem to be keeping your figure,' he said, stroking my waist.
`And it will stay trim if you can keep servicing me like that,' I
said, my hand reaching down and stroking his thigh. `Come now, let me clean
up.'
So he pulled out and discarded the condom and lay down next to me so
that I could suck and lap up the dribbles that were still held in his
shaft. Then we napped for an hour or two before taking everybody round on a
tour of the island. I had dressed with care again and I was still thankful
when we returned to the lounge for drinks. The piano was being played
softly in the corner as we were waited on with cold drinks.
`Well I am pleasantly surprised and feel proud for what you have done
here Francis,' said Frobisher when we finally got a chance to speak. `I
didn't really expect it to be as grand as this.'
`I thought we would be put in a little hut and drink out of coconut
shells,' laughed Smith. `I very grateful that you let me come to see this,
and,' he turned and punched Wesson on the arm, `you're a very lucky fella.'
`I didn't know Francis had such a business like mind I must admit,'
Wesson answered. We talked in generalities for a few more minutes before I
circled round some of the other guests. To each I said that I would talk
some more later with them, but thanked them all for coming.
*
Dinner was as good as the luncheon had been and it was with well
filled bellies that we returned to the lounge for more drinks and coffee. I
had asked Penny and Lou to spend some time with Kim and Wang, as they
seemed a bit lost in the Occidental company. I think it was Prince Hassan
who circulated the word that I used to sing for I began to get them asking
for me to sing for them. I had to eventually give in and I went to the
pianist and asked him if he could play some of the songs that I would
sing. He could, and so I clapped my hands for their attention.
`Your Highness, Excellencies, ladies and gentlemen. It has been some
years since I last sang in public, so please forgive me if I slip up here
and there.' I announced the first song and took my cue from the pianist and
sang.
The applause when I finished was most vigorous and rewarding, also
hearing the cries for more. I sang for over an hour and then had to beg off
for a drink and a rest, but they would only let me stop if I promised to
sing the following evening. I got many compliments as I passed by the
tables to sit down with Wesson. It had been a very tiring day and so we
made our excuses and went off to bed.
`I've heard nothing but praise all day for this place from everybody,'
said Wesson as we cuddled in bed. `Then you put the icing on the cake for
them with your singing tonight. I felt so happy and proud sitting there
listening and watching you.'
`Thank you Wesson,' I said, raising my head up to kiss him before
falling asleep.
*
It was a sparse turn out for breakfast, most of the top guests having
theirs in their rooms, though it seemed all the aides and guards came to
eat at their table. Frobisher and Smith had come to the dining room and
Wesson and I sat with them. We lingered afterwards talking when I caught
the words Turkish coffee being asked for by one of the maids. I guessed who
had asked for this and I waited till I saw the maid collect the tray when I
excused myself from the others and quickly followed her out of the dining
room.
`Is that for the Prince?' I asked of her.
`Yes Miss Francis,' she replied.
`Well I'll take it. I want to have a few words with him,' I said
taking the tray from her. I went up and opened the door to my rooms first
and kicked off my shoes before I knocked on the door to the Panther
suite. Abdul, the prince's bodyguard opened the door for me. When I asked
him where the prince was, he indicated the bedroom and led me in there. I
put the tray down as Hassan emerged from the bathroom, wiping his face on a
towel.
`Good morning Francis, you are a most welcome sight. But why are you
bringing up the coffee?' he asked as he threw the towel to one side. He was
wearing some kind of night shirt that only came down to his knees.
`I like to be of personal service and wondered if there was anything
personal that I could do for you?' I said giving a meaningful look at Abdul
who had just poured out the coffee. Hassan said a few words in Arabic, and
Abdul bowed and left the room.
`There is something personal I want and I would rather do the
servicing,' he said as he pulled the shirt off revealing his large
erection. I gave out a coy gasp, putting my hand to my mouth as I sat down
on the bed.
`My word, what a big sword you have. I don't think I'd like to be
stabbed with that.'
`But you're going to be, my little flower of the desert. I think it's
time you were deflowered again,' and he made a rush towards me. I rolled
across the bed as he fell on it.
`I will fight for my honour,' I cried with a laugh as I opened the
door to the lounge and let him chase me into it. It wasn't really big
enough for me to evade him properly, so he quickly cornered me and backed
me out into the middle of the room. I only stopped when the backs of my
legs touched the low coffee table. He quickly grasped the hem of my dress
and pulled it up to trap my arms as he pushed me down to sit on the
table. Then he grasped my ankles as he knelt down and lifted them up so
that I finished up on my back. He put my legs up to his shoulders as he
then grasped my hips and brought my body sliding down the table to be
stabbed by his sword.
I gave out a little scream as he unerring found his target and entered
me, pulling me up tight to his thighs as he filled me. It was really lovely
having his large cock once again swelling up my passage. He had a fierce
grin on his face between my legs as he savagely fucked me.
`Oh my prince,' I gasped between thrusts, `you don't know how much
I've missed this power of yours.' My insides were aglow with the heat and
friction and I loved it as he pistoned in and out of me. He lasted several
minutes before he began to shudder as he came, really grinding as hard as
he could up against me.
Then he pulled out and rose up and pulled me up from the table and
grasped me by the back of the neck. He pushed me before him back into the
bedroom and on into the bathroom. He pulled off my dress and turned on the
shower and pushed me inside before stepping in himself. He gave me a
flannel so that I could then wash his still erect member. This I did and
his heavy balls too, and when I'd finished, he held my hair and forced me
down onto my knees.
I guessed what he wanted because his erection was now only inches from
my face. With water pounding down on my back, I took him into my
mouth. When both of his hands came down and held my head I knew what was
going to happen, so I quickly put my hand round the base of his cock so
that he wouldn't choke me. Then by holding my head still and firm, he face
fucked me with short sharp jerks till he came for the second time. When he
was finished and I had swallowed his coming, he gave a big sigh as he
pulled me up from the floor of the shower and kissed me.
We dried each other and he pulled me back out of the bathroom and onto
the bed and surprised me by going down and sucking on me till I too came
for him to swallow, though he didn't. He came back up the bed and onto my
body to kiss me and then pass some of my own sperm back and forth between
our mouths as we kissed. It eventually disappeared and we lay together and
talked between kisses.
`By Allah, I needed that,' he sighed. `I've been saving it up for
you,' he said.
`How long have you been waiting for this?' I asked.
`Two days.' I then slapped him on the chest as we laughed.
`How long can you stay?' I asked of him.
`Only tomorrow my little flower. Thursday I must go up to
Maryland. Business.'
`Oil business?'
`Of course. I suppose you want some inside information,' he laughed.
`Well I've got to pay for this place haven't I? Besides, it's money
that makes the world go round. It didn't harm you when I bought those
shares in KuOil, did it?'
`No, my pretty desert flower,' and he then became serious. `There's
some unrest in the Arab world at the moment and no telling what will
happen. There's trouble brewing in Algeria with the French. In Egypt with
the British. In fact all along Northern Africa there is an undercurrent
flowing that must end somewhere.
The British hold the Suez Canal through which our ships pass to take
oil to Europe. It a vital passage to the East and look at the chaos it
would cause if it were closed. All European shipping would have to sail
many thousands of miles more. That means more oil would be needed and that
is where I come in.
We've been in discussions with a firm in America to build a new
refinery and storage tanks. The site is ten miles square at least and will
be the biggest in the world. It will take about three years to complete and
I am going on Thursday to sign the contracts for them to began the
construction.'
`What's the name of the company?' I asked coyly, as I stroked his
amazingly still hard erection. He chuckled before answering me.
`We serve one another don't we. I fuck you and you fuck the Transline
Corporation. That's their name and are based in Maryland. Now I think I'm
ready for you again.'
`Three times?' I cried, sitting up and getting a condom out from the
drawer and unrolling it over his rampant cock.
`Well I have been abstaining for two days,' he laughed as I went onto
my knees and he got in between my legs. It was a slow entry and I was
thrilled again as he slid inside me, and it was a lovely fuck that he gave
me.
When finished, I cleaned him in my usual way before putting my dress
back on. I gave him a kiss and said that I would see him downstairs
later. I then went into my rooms and had another shower as I didn't want to
have his smell lingering on me for obvious reasons. Also my hair was still
damp, so I put on my swimming costume and a fresh dress before going
downstairs.
*
While in the shower, I had run through our talking and now had many
thoughts ranging around in my head. I'd been upstairs for just over an hour
and found that the others were still talking at the table.
`I'm going to sit out by the pool. You should do that too sir,' I said
to Frobisher. `Get some of those ultra violet rays and colour into your
cheeks. You too Smith, you definitely need it. Have any of you seen Penny?'
`She said she was going for a swim,' Wesson said.
`Well that's where I will be,' I said going off to leave them
talking. I found Penny on a lounger and asked her to get a pad and pencil
to take notes. She scurried off while I signalled to one of the waiters
that hovered by the pool to wait on the few guests that were out there. I
ordered some drinks and pulled off my dress and made myself comfortable and
put some cream on the exposed parts of my body. Penny came back the same
time as the drinks arrived and then for the next hour, I talked at random,
getting my thoughts down on paper. Then came the job of putting them in an
order of priority given the narrow time frame I was in again.
`So this is how you make money?' she asked, somewhat in awe at the
immensity of the proposal in terms of cash.
`The first million is the hardest,' I laughed. `After that, it becomes
easier. Now only pass this on to Lou because she'll have a lot of work to
do as well. No-one else. I'll only tell Wesson on a need to know basis.'
Then I dictated a lot of letters to be written confirmation of the
instructions I would be giving over the phone, telling her that I wanted
them done by four o'clock as I would then be going to Nassau to start the
ball rolling from this end.
Armed with another list, I put my dress back on and went into
reception and spoke to Victor. I was going to tie up the radio phone for
the next hour before lunch and he knew how to work the damn thing anyway. I
went up to our small middle bedroom and waited for the first call to be put
through. That was to my lawyer in London and I'd caught him just in time
before going home, there being five hours time difference between us.
`Watkins?' that was his name. `This is Miss Francis, now listen very
carefully. I'm calling from the island in the Bahamas and it is a radio
phone, so it can be listened in to. Do not mention any company or business
names at all unless I have already named them. Do you understand that, it's
important?'
He answered that he did. `Now pull out a list of my shares as we
talk. Have someone take notes if you wish, but it has got to remain quiet
till after the weekend or the job is done. Now if you have all of my shares
in the P & O company to hand, all the better. If Truell has some, then
you'll have to give him instructions as to what I want done. Now I want
them all sold by tomorrow. As they are being sold I want the revenue used
to buy other shares. Now use more than one broker as I don't want to start
a panic or have questions asked.
You will find in my list of shares, one that begins with the letter
K. Have you got that? Good. Now all the money from the sale of P & O is to
be used to buy up those of the letter K. I know it's a lot of shares and a
lot of money,' I answered his query, `but that is what you're paid for. I
will put on board a B.O.A.C. flight tonight here, written confirmation of
what I have asked you to do. Palmer will ring you when he has your letter,
but still do as I ask. It must be all completed by close of business on
Friday. I don't care if the brokers have gone home. Ring them at home if
need be, just as they start the moment the stock exchange opens in the
morning. Very well, yes, yes, goodbye.' Next was the phone call to Palmer
to tell him to expect the letter etc., and to say that I was enjoying
myself.
Then it was to Stephen to order the seaplane to be here by three for
me to go to Nassau when I was ready. The call to Sam found that he wasn't
at the shop, but I left a message for him to be at the harbour lounge
before four o'clock and wait for me. That was it till the afternoon, so I
had another shower to get the sun cream off and took care of my lower
regions while washing myself.
Down in the lounge, I collected a drink and collared the American
consul and told him that I was thinking of buying an American plane for
myself and which of his aides should my pilot speak to. With his name, I
found him and told him that Stephen would see him later to talk over what
companies to approach.
When lunch was announced, I called out that there were no set places
and it was for them to seat themselves wherever they wished. The large
tables had be broken up so that they were all now tables of four, and I
made a point of getting Kim and Wang with Wesson and myself as I hadn't
really spoken to them properly since they'd arrived. Penny was instructed
to sit with Hassan and Lou with McDougall. William could fend for
himself. We talked of Hong Kong, which brought up that they regretted that
they had to leave the next morning due to business. They promised to pass
on my felicitations to Lee Chen and to thank him for the kind thought of
the shrine.
They smiled but didn't give me an answer to the question I asked about
how they knew where the shrine had been placed. That was because as soon as
they got to the house on their arrival, they had gone straight to it. Kim
had placed two petals from a flower of his home and Wang had put down a
small black stone, also from the same garden.
As we left the dining room to go for coffee in the lounge, I told
Wesson to mingle with the other guests and not spend all his time with
Smith and Frobisher. Mix as I would be doing I told him as we parted
company and I went and sat down with Carlo, much to Hassan's annoyance I
thought as I hadn't sat with him. We talked a little while we drank our
coffee and then I whispered to him that I would come up to his room in a
few minutes as we finished. So he left and I stopped where Penny and Lou
were sitting and told them that we would be flying to Nassau sometime after
three and to be ready to go.
*
I then left the lounge and went upstairs, my insides really tingling
at what was waiting for me up there. I went into the Leopard suite and
locked the door behind me. Carlo was waiting and took me into his arms and
kissed me passionately as only an Italian can.
`My darling,' whispered in between kisses and lots of other Italian
words of endearment as he held me close, his erection hard inside his
trousers. `You can feel how much I've been wanting you ever since the
invitation came,' he said, smothering my neck and face with kisses. I was
already fumbling at his waist to undo him.
He produced a condom from his pocket and some cream before his
trousers came off. He was as big as I remembered and I went down onto my
knees to suck on that thick purple coloured head of it. His fingers ran
through my hair as I sucked on him before he pulled me upright and pulled
my dress up over my head. I put the condom on him and applied the cream to
the top as I knew that he was going to hurt me with that monster of his. He
started to lead me to the bedroom, but I stopped him.
`Here. Let's do it here, on the table. I want to see your face as you
come inside me,' I said, going to the large table in the lounge and sat up
on it and lay flat and lifted my legs.
It would be the same as that fuck in the morning, only he would be
standing up instead of kneeling down. He came between my legs to let them
rest on his shoulders as I felt his huge cock head nuzzle the crack of my
bum.
He pulled me close and his cock forced its way in, making me bite my
hand at the initial pain as he stretched me before it slipped in. I gave
out a great gasp as he pushed even deeper and really expanded my insides to
fit his outsize organ. Then the cream started to have its effect and I
could begin to feel a little numbness down there as he started to fuck
me. He smiled at me as I looked at him between my legs as he took hold of
my upper thighs to hold me still as he slowly moved in and out of me. It
was lovely being fucked again so shortly after the morning's session. I was
getting delirious with joy as he moved faster, exciting me beyond belief,
churning my insides as though with a whisk.
All too soon, he held me tighter still as he gave me the short
stabbing thrusts as he came inside, his hard spear giving out its throb to
every spurt of seed. My own ring of muscle throbbed as I felt again the
exquisite pain of his pulling out, leaving that enormous void inside me. He
helped me off the table onto unsteady legs as I felt the burning throb
around my ring piece pulsate. I sank down onto my knees and pulled off his
condom so that I could taste what was left of his sperm and sucked it out
to savour before swallowing it.
We then went into the bedroom where I used the bathroom to wash myself
and dispose of the condom before we lay together on the bed and kissed for
nearly an hour before he was ready again.
The second time wasn't as painful as he took me from behind as I
kneeled on the bed. I nearly cried with joy at the pleasure he was giving
me, especially when I fell forward to take his whole weight on me. With him
inside being squashed, made it feel even bigger and I loved the way it
moved as he kept up the forward rocking motion on top of me.
But like all men, he still eventually came too soon, moving faster and
faster till he stopped and grunted and heaved in quick movements as he
came. I again cried as his weight came off me and he pulled out, letting me
feel a rush of cold air cover that heated area of my bum. I also again
sucked him and tongued him clean before going and washing myself. My arse
was sore but it was a pain and soreness that I liked as I dried myself
before joining him again on the bed.
I was sated and felt that I had really been fucked and then realised
that I'd been face fucked and butt fucked a total of five times inside the
last four hours. Would that, I wished, continue? Only while they were here
I said to myself in resignation as I got off the bed and went and found my
dress to put on. I gave Carlos a kiss before slipping out of his suite and
into my own.
I had another shower, having lost count of how many I'd had so far
that day, tenderly treating my sore behind as I washed. I dried myself and
got out full dress kit for the trip to Nassau before doing my make-up.
*
It was just after three when I got downstairs to find the girls ready
and Stephen was in the bar having an orange juice. I went out and found
Wesson talking and told him and the others that I was going into Nassau for
a couple of hours, but would be back in time for dinner. I gave him a kiss
and taking care to walk straight, left and joined the others waiting for
me.
It was pointless trying to talk in the aircraft, so I waited till we
had landed in the harbour and met up with Sam in the lounge. With drinks
in our hand, Stephen opting again for a soft drink, I told them about me
wanting to buy a plane. I told Stephen to phone his wife to say he wouldn't
be home for dinner and that he would dining on the island. That was so that
he could meet with the American consul's aide and run through what I
wanted.
It had to be an aircraft to fly nonstop across the Atlantic and carry
at least twenty people seated. I also wanted two bedrooms installed, one
with its own toilet and shower for myself, and a small cabin for the crew
to sleep aft of the flight deck.
The reason it being an American plane, I told him, was because my
funds here were all in U.S. dollars and I didn't want the palaver of
changing the currency over to Sterling. Now it would, for the moment, run
once a week from London to Nassau, but I needed an airfield near London
where it could be hangared for service etc, till flying into London for its
passengers and then back on its return flight. I also wanted him to find a
pilot and first officer to fly the thing and a stewardess. The pay would be
above that what was being currently paid by B.O.A.C. So it was really only
two days on and five off unless I had to make a sudden trip to Europe
somewhere or it was out on loan.
How long had he got to do that, Stephen asked and I told him that
depended on when he could get me a plane. It would be cash on delivery here
in Nassau and Sam would see to the payment. But I would like the two who
were going to fly it, to be out here to inspect it when it was
delivered. Stephen said that could all be done through his contacts in the
industry.
With that bit settled, I gave him the letters for England and told him
to go to the airport and get one of the cabin crew to hand deliver them to
Palmer at my home address and gave him some dollars to pay for the quick
delivery. You can also offer them a free nights stay at the island if need
be. We did eventually suborn quite a number of cabin staff to be our
private mail carriers in this way.
It also led to having London daily papers delivered to us for onward
transmission to the island. So he went off to get the letters to England
and talk to Claire about going out to the island for dinner. I said for him
to be back in the lounge within the hour and that he could have a proper
drink as we would be returning by boat.
Then it was time to talk to Sam with Stephen gone. I told him to get
our lawyer that handled the property deal and start paying him a
retainer. I wanted him to work through several different stockbrokers to
buy as much of Transline shares that they could and they only had till the
close of trading in New York on Friday to do it in. That was the time
limit. If any broker was unsure because of the money, Sam was to dump as
much money on their desks as needed, but it had to done by Friday.
How much was each share worth Sam had asked? I told him I didn't know,
so he went off and made a phone call and said, on returning, that he would
be told in a little while. Also, I added, that the lawyer was to add the
word Bahamas, in brackets to our trading name of G.F.L.Holdings. I asked
Penny to make a note to ring London in the morning to tell Watkins to add
London to our name there.
Then I suggested that we went back to his shop for a moment, so off we
trooped. When there, I asked him to get me out twenty five thousand dollars
and a few odd hundreds. He disappeared for a couple of minutes and came
back with what I'd asked for. I took the odd hundreds and handed them to
Lou to put in her bag and gave the other big pile to Sam.
`What's this for?' he asked.
`Your wages for getting everything done on the island in time,' I told
him.
`But that's far too much. I haven't earned that much yet,' he
protested.
`Well when you've earned that much, let me know, so we'll say it's
part of your future wages too. Now put it away safe and let's go back to
the lounge for a drink, I'm gasping.' Off we went back to the lounge. On
entering the barman called out that he'd received a message. What was it?
Sam asked, and was told, thirty five cents.
`Well you heard. Thirty five cents a share. How many shares do you
think that there will be for sale?' he asked.
`I've no idea. Half a million? One million? Two? I don't know. But you
can find out just how many shares were issued, when, and at what
price. That will help later to know that.'
`If one million, that's going to cost you three hundred and fifty
thousand dollars,' Lou piped up.
`So? There's enough money in Sam's shack to buy ten times that
amount. That's not the problem. What is, is getting those shares by the end
of trading on Friday,' I answered.
`Why?' Lou asked.
`Didn't you read Penny's notes?' I asked exasperatedly and when she
nodded I went on a bit further.
`When the news gets out that Transline have secured a multi-billion
dollar contract to build that refinery in Kuwait, the price of those shares
are going to rocket. I anticipate they go to at least four times their
current price.'
`Wow,' was what I got from Penny, `that would be just over a million
dollars,' she said, quickly having worked it out. I wondered if I'd put the
right girl in the right job with these two, or was it because Penny was
more my size and made me look even better than I was? I couldn't give
myself an honest answer to that one. But to jump ahead for the sake of
continuity, we found out that the company had gone public six years
earlier.
They had made quite a bit of money through their war contracts, but
with it ending, those contracts dried up. So they had to get outside funds
to keep going, and went public in 1946. The company issued five million
shares, the principles retaining two million, i.e. forty percent. The
remaining three million shares went out at twenty five cents each and were
immediately snapped up.
But with only a rise of ten cents over six years, there were many of
them on the market for sale. The brokers acting on my behalf, though they
all didn't know they were buying for the same person, managed to secure one
and three quarter million of the three million shares. This made me the
biggest single shareholder of the company holding thirty five per cent of
the shares issued, which was revealed later when the dust settled.
I was accused of insider dealing by the other major shareholders who
only held ten per cent each, but this couldn't be proved. I went to an
extraordinary board meeting later in the year and explained that I was an
acute follower of the world's movement of oil. The fact that I had some
shares in KuOil was the only connection that could be made.
I also explained that when I was last in Kuwait, I had seen Transline
people doing surveys and it was by chance that I saw a Kuwaiti plane in
Nassau and found out that it was bound for Maryland where Transline was
based and that I put two and two together.
It was a matter of observation I pointed out to them. That was the
exact same way that I had come by my shares in KuOil by seeing a Kuwaiti
talking to an Italian ship broker. Observation is the key word I pounded
out to them, not insider knowledge.
Grudgingly, I was invited onto the board where I stated that I had no
wish to have any dealings with the running of the company and would
probably cast an absentee vote at all meetings as I had other fish to fry.
When the news was released on the Monday of the signing of the multi
billion deal to construct this refinery and tanks, the shares peaked by the
end of the week at one dollar and fifty two cents. Lou was astounded that
while on holiday, I had made, on paper, a profit of just over two million
dollars. More than enough to buy the plane that I wanted, I laughed. Penny
said she now understood how to make money.
But back to the present before we knew all this. We had another drink
in the lounge and Stephen joined us, saying that the letters would be
delivered first thing in the morning in London. The stewardesses liked the
idea of the nudist beach on the island and would like to sample it sometime
in the future. This I bore in mind because it could be useful. It was close
to half four in the afternoon, so we went and got one of the boats to run
us back to the island, Sam staying behind to start doing his part.
I was both exhilarated and tired from the day's dealings and fuckings
that I stretched out and had half an hour sleep on the journey back. It was
the cutting of the boat's engine that woke me and we disembarked and I went
up to my rooms to shower and get changed for dinner. I was still in the
shower when Penny came up to the rooms, she called and found I was still
washing myself. I'd just about finished anyway, and I went out into the
bedroom where Penny was waiting to see if there was anything else she
needed to make notes on.
There was as it happened, and I went out into the bedroom completely
naked and she didn't turn a hair. I didn't either as I got out my thong and
putting it on. She was getting as used to me as Diane had and then I sat
down to do my make-up. I did some dictation as I made my face up as a
Eurasian, because I was going to wear my cheongsam that night to dinner for
the benefit of Kim and Wang. Penny sat there fascinated as she saw me
transform myself from a European to this Asian, just by using make-up.
I didn't put on my stockings and belt and she helped me to put on my
tight dress and couldn't resist running her hand over the silk as it was
smoothed down my body. Then she brushed my black wig for me after I had
fixed it on my head, and then it was the shoes, and I was ready.
`You look absolutely gorgeous,' Penny raved. `You're going to knock
their eyes out with that outfit. Is that real silk?' she asked, touching
the dress again.
`Yes,' I simply said as we went out and made our way
down-stairs. Silence fell on the lounge as she had predicted, my dress and
manner had knocked them all silly. Drinks arrested halfway to the open
mouth as they stared as I walked towards the gathering near the
bar. Frobisher was the first to react by suddenly standing up and offering
me a chair.
`Francis! You look stunning. You've sent all the men goggle eyed and
the women will envy you for it.' I thanked him and sat down and my drink
was there in a flash. I made small talk for a few minutes before excusing
myself and talking to some of the others before dinner as we waited to
watch the sun go down. The women admired my dress as much as the men in
spite of what Frobisher had said.
After dinner, I wanted them to hear about my dream, so I sang two
songs from that hit stage show, "South Pacific". The first was "Bali Hai"
and then "Happy Talk". I loved those two because it was my dream island and
I wanted everybody to have happy thoughts about it. That was really for the
English speaking people there, and then I sang two songs in French, one in
Italian and one in German. I got great applause as I finished and handed
over to the pianist to finish off the evening.
Lou had brought a camera with her and took quite a few photos of me
and various other guests. She had wanted one of her with the Prince which
delighted her when he agreed. I had forgotten about the taking of pictures
for them, so made a point of asking Victor to contact the photographer in
Nassau to come out with Stephen in the morning when he came to collect the
brothers Chen.
I was very weary when I went up to bed with Wesson that evening, but I
still insisted that he fucked me to round off my score for the day.
*
Next morning after breakfast, I had my photograph taken outside with
Kim and Wang before they left to much bowing and pleasantries. Then I took
coffee upstairs again for Hassan, and got done over twice by him, though
using the bed this time.
In between our two sessions, I asked him if he could delay the signing
of the contracts with Transline till late Friday afternoon. When the New
York Stock Exchange had closed for the weekend. He laughed and kissed me
and agreed to do just that knowing exactly why I had asked. What about
KuOil and London, he asked me, I said with a grin that they closed five
hours before New York.
Then it was into Carlo's room in the afternoon for another right
rogering, which left me sore again, being had twice again. I managed to get
a couple of hours sleep under one of the poolside umbrellas wearing my new
swimsuit.
Lou came into my room while I was getting ready for drinks and dinner
to bring me up to date with what was going on in the world of finance. That
didn't take long because they only just really started on the selling and
buying spree.
`I gather that Prince Hassan was the man you saved from getting
killed? Where you got wounded in the arm?' she asked. I said that it was.
`What about Mr Leopardi? How did you meet him?'
`On board one of my first ship's. Then we did some business together,
and I later saved the family from possible ruin.'
`I've been watching the way they both look at you. Much the same way
as Wesson does,' she mused. `I wonder if he noticed it. Or that you've been
missing both mornings and both afternoons for over an hour each time, the
same as them two. Could they possibly be old lovers?'
`That's none of your business,' I snapped.
`Just think of it,' she continued as though I hadn't spoken. `Three
lovers all under the same roof, I wish I could be as lucky as that. Did you
do it with all of them? Come on, as one girl to another?' I refused to
answer her, so she gave out a giggle and hugged herself. `How delicious!'
`You breathe one word of this slander and I'll kill you,' I said.
`I'd love to be fucked by a Prince,' she said, ignoring my remark
again. `How was he? How does he compare to the others?'
`For fuck's sake Lou! Leave it alone. They're all men and have the
same thing, except Carlo, and he's hung like a horse. I have to waddle like
a duck afterwards,' I couldn't help but say laughing. `If you're that
interested, why not try them out yourself.' She obviously did, because I
saw her disappear at almost the same time as Carlo after dinner for half an
hour.
I sang again for them before we had dinner and managed to get round
and speak to them all that evening as it was their last night on the
island. Many pictures were taken and it was a busy next morning for Stephen
and the boat's crews, ferrying them off to Nassau. Both the French and
American consul's taking copies of the photographs that were originally
taken for the brochure with them. All morning was spent saying goodbyes and
watching them go off in stages till there was just Frobisher and Smith left
because their flight wasn't till the early evening.
So the girls ate separately to let the four of us talk together.
`After that splendid lunch and what I've eaten here since we arrived,
I shall be sorry to go,' said Frobisher, echoed by Smith, `but the desk
calls I'm afraid. I expect to see you back there on Monday too,' he added.
`Or thereabouts,' Wesson laughed, `you know trouble finds Francis like
a wasp finds a honey pot.'
`Well at least try harder to stay out of trouble Francis,' Frobisher
laughed, as we went out to the lounge and sat there for the afternoon till
it was time for them to go. We had our individual photos taken, me being in
all of them with each guest. These I had framed later and sent off to all
of those that had been there when they were ready.
I shook hands with Frobisher and was surprised when Smith, instead of
shaking hands, gave me a big kiss on the cheek as he thanked me for letting
him come. Somewhat startled, I think I blushed at him even thinking of
kissing me, but then he didn't know what was under the dress. I had got a
tingle inside me and a stirring down below at those last three words, and
wondered what it would be like if I had let him come, inside of me.
I then began to wonder what it would be like to seduce him. He was
handsome enough, but I had to push the thoughts aside as he would probably
have gone ape shit if I'd seduced him before he'd found out that it was a
male person doing the seducing. It had been different with Wesson. He'd
known what he was taking on before we started and that made all the
difference, but it was nice to muse over the thought. Wouldn't that upset
Frobisher if I enticed Smith away from him as I was supposed to have done
with Wesson.
He'd probably unfrock me in public, and that didn't bear thinking
about in all senses of the word.
*
When the seaplane had departed with the last of our guests, I almost
fell into Wesson's arms in sheer relief that it was all over and that we
were all alone together.
`Well, what do you think?' I asked him as we went into the lounge for
drinks before dinner.
`I think you did yourself proud,' he beamed. `They will be talking of
this place for month's to come. I also think that we will get a lot of
guests from having them here.' It warmed my heart when I heard him say
we. It made all the effort seem worthwhile that Wesson was now using that
word for us.
`I love you Wesson,' I said, out loud, making him blush because we
were within hearing distance of the staff. `We'll go to bed early and you
can make love to me all night. Then we'll go to the beach tomorrow and you
can doing it all over again.' This brought smiles to the bar staff and even
redder colour to Wesson's cheeks.
`You want your bottom smacked for that,' he said.
`Promises, promises,' I laughed.
I couldn't get him to smack my bottom, but he made his loving last as
long as he could that night in bed.
Victor intercepted us before we got to the dining room next morning
for breakfast.
`Good news Miss Francis,' he beamed. `I've just had London on the
radio. Your agent there was most excited. He had all the pictures spread
out on desks to choose for the brochure of this place when he had two men
come in and promptly wanted to book when they saw the photos. So there are
four people coming here tomorrow, landing at ten.'
`That is good news Victor,' I said with glee, `so see that they are
properly pampered after we have left, which will be on Sunday afternoon.'
Wesson was pleased for me as were the girls when I told them at breakfast.
`I bet it was the pictures of you two on the beach that sold it,' he
said to them and they laughed at the thought. The girls were all for the
beach again, so as soon as breakfast was over we went down and the four of
us stripped off and frolicked in the sea before getting back onto our
blankets for the sun to dry us. I was glad that Wesson was now losing his
inhibitions about his own nudity in front on other females, though he did
like looking at them.
Though I had said I wanted him to have sex with me on the beach the
night before, I backed down on doing in front of the girls. I did managed
to have a few sucks at his cock because for one, I couldn't keep my hands
off him, and second, I was very much on edge about the buying of the shares
on the New York Stock Exchange.
`You were right!' said Lou, flopping down on the blanket next to me
when Wesson was still in the water with Penny. `He's definitely hung like a
donkey. How in God's name could you take him? He nearly killed me with that
cock of his last night!' she exclaimed, her tits heaving from the run up
the beach, the water still dripping from her nipples.
`Did you tell Penny?' I asked, watching those heaving breasts before
me.
`God no! She'd kill me if she knew I'd been with a man that she didn't
know about. But he was magnificent. I came twice before he'd even got
going, and when he did come, I nearly hit the roof.' So at least I now had
something to hold over her if she wanted or thought of speaking out of
turn. `You know, I could go back to being normal after that,' she said as
we watched the other two slowly come out of the sea. `But I do like the
softness of Penny.'
`As I like the hardness of Wesson,' I said with a laugh, and watched
Wesson come striding up the beach and wasn't ashamed of what he had between
his legs. He was big enough for most women and me, and more to the point,
he now preferred having me as to another woman.
`Oh God, I want her now,' said Lou in a low voice.
`I want him too,' I said, my insides starting to scream out for
relief. 'Let's go back to our rooms.'
`Good idea. I'm as randy as fuck,' said Lou getting up and went
searching for her clothes.
`Going already?' called out Wesson to Lou.
`So are we,' I said to him. `She's as randy for Penny as I am for
you. Let's go.' So they went off to their room and we went off to ours and
I had a glorious hour in bed with him. We had more good news when we came
back down for drinks. The American consul's aide had phoned and booked two
couples in and one couple from the French consul's office, so we would have
ten paying guests before we had to leave. It wouldn't be long before the
place was full all the time.
*
To be continued.