Blue Coast II.

[Sienna]

This story is continued from:

Reflections from the Blue Coast

Original story by ariosto

featuring Sienna, Midas2001 and Julianna

Julianna's role will be replaced by another new player.

This is a closed thread. Please contact Sienna if you wish to participate......

On with the story....

 

[Sienna]

Tom Keenan was eager to come face to face once again with Curtis Walsh. The painful memory of that near fatal gunshot wound came flooding back to his mind.

"What are you doing?" Tara asked him, as he dressed and checked his hand gun. "You need clearence to arrest Walsh and you know that."

"I know that. But I think a little accidental incident could be manufactured here, don't you? They are intending to move on and if we don't act now we will loose Bronson altogether. Are you joining me?"

Tara sat up on the bed naked, with her knees up against her chin.
"No. I'm leaving it to you. As far as I'm concerned this never happened."

"So...I can deal with this as I want?...is that what you are saying?"
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When he wanted to, Tom Keenan could be tough. His mind was set and he intended to take action by himself.

He kicked open the door to Bronson's apartment and pointed his gun forwards. Not a soul around. An empty apartment was all he found. "Shit!"

They had already left. Tom sat on the couch with his head in hands cursing his luck. Then he noticed a rolled up document beside him. Not one of Bronson's drawings, but a map that they had left behind.

He looked at it carefully and his mind went into deep thought. It was not over yet. They had made a mistake by leaving the map behind. A mistake that gave him and Tara a lead to their re-location.......

"Yes!....you don't get away that easy Walsh." he said to himself laughing.

 

[ariosto]

The InterCarib Airways turboprop circled the emerald green island once and then began a quick descent to the single runway of the airstrip.
Bronson held Beka close as the plane staggered with rapid deceleration. Curtiss Walsh sitting across from them laughed.
"Don't worry, I've landed here lot's of times before Jack. We made it everytime."

well...there's always a first time for everything Curt old man...
He breathed a sigh of relief as the plane hit the ground with a screech and braked, slowly taxiing towards the simple one storied concrete terminal.

"It's beautiful..."
Beka's sleepy eyes were glued to the window, taking in the colorful caribbean landscape rolling slowly by.
She'd slept during most of the flight and and had only come awake with the jar of the landing.
It had been a helacious 48 hours.

The boat had taken them to Genoa. Then a quick comuter flight to Rome connecting with an AlItalia to Mexico City. A four hour layover in Benito Juarez international and then this flight to this place. Jack wasn't even sure of the name. He'd trusted Walsh entirely.

The plane came to a halt and the few passengers aboard, men who didn't strike him as tourists at all stood up to disembark.
He unfastened his seat belt and leaned over to release Beka's. She whispered in his ear.
"Where are we Jack?"

Walsh heard her.
"Welcome to Islas Sequalanda...a place where artists and jewel theives live in perfect safety."

Beka looked at him. Was he kidding?

 

[Sienna]

Beka....

I followed Jack down the steps of the aircraft and the sweetness of the air hit my nostrils. Curtis followed me, and I turned to him as he told me that this place was a safe haven for thieves. "You mean such places do exist then?"

"Look around you." he replied. "This is it. This is the place we wanted Jack to come to in the first place. You know Jack, Edgar really misses you.."

Jack was surprised to hear that name. "Did you say Edgar?" Curtis nodded laughing. "No way.....not Lovelace."

"Awww come on Jack, you know he cares about you. Lets's face it, you need him now things are getting hot." Curtis looked at me with a grin. "Beka here will definately like Edgar."

Curtis strode on ahead and I spoke to Jack alone. "You OK? So who is this Edgar?" I asked. Jack seemed a little worried.

"You'll find out soon enough baby. Nothing detremental regarding yourself of course, but let us say I have had dealings with this man before."

Curtis stopped and turned around. "Ay, Jack....I forgot to tell you....he owns this paradise...." He walked on laughing to himself. I took one look at Jack and noticed that it was something he didn't really want to hear.

 

[midas2001]

Tara came into the room with her mobile in her hand. She was as red as rouge lipstick and you could tell she was not a happy lady.

"For you... the office!" She said and nearly threw the phone at me.

"Hi this is Keenan... yes that's right I have the map... no it's not a problem but... but.. okay but she's my partner and should be with me..." The director was giving me a dressing down for nearly losing Jack Bronson and Curtis Walsh all in the same day. Even worse he started to tell me that Tara was being taken off the case and that I would have to track them down on my own... but only to point them out to some local operatives!

"You mean that I'm being taken off the case as well...!!!" Now I could see why Tara was in such a mood and I was getting there real fast myself.

I hung up and walked into the other room where Tara was still fuming.

"Looks like we're both being put out to stud huh?" I said and waited for the tirade of abuse to come back my way. Then something strange happened... she rans sobbing into my arms !

"Oh Tom, it's not fair" she said hugging me tight. "We've been tracking these for ages and just because of one slip up... they split us up."

"Not for long honey, the director is only bringing you back to report on what happened up to now. I'm gonna follow them... find out where they are... and then simply bring in a couple of local operatives that have been undercover on that thieves hideaway for a year or so and have been keeping an eye on things."

She held me and looked up into my eyes...

"Be careful Tom... Bronson isn't a threat but Walsh is an animal."

"Don't worry babe, I have it all planned. I'll simply locate them and contact the local op's to make sure there is no possibility of mistaken identity." Then I smiled and winked at her... "but of course... should Walsh have an accident.... what fault of that is mine...?"

The plane was already booked for me and I had little time left. So I simply held her tight and then packed my meagre belongings and left.

 

[Sienna]

Curtis threw the baggage in the back of a jeep and directed Beka and Jack into the rear seat, while he took the wheel.

The drive from the airstrip took them through tropical rain forest and in between the forest were what appeared to be secluded plantations. The occassional labourer could be picked out working on the lush green shrub like plants. "So there is agriculture here?" Beka asked.

Walsh began to laugh again. "Yeah.....you might call it that. Pretty expensive agriculture at that. With a very very healthy street value."

Jack looked at Beka and shook his head for her not to enquire any further. He put his fingers on her chin and drew her close to his lips smiling before they both locked into a passionate kiss.

The mountain rose up to their left covered in the morning mist, and Beka took in the tropical ambience of their new paradise.

 

[ariosto]

Jack


They skirted the eastern shore of the island on a narrow road and passed an ancient white washed church that Walsh said was
300 years old.
It looked it.

The island was magnificent! Beka was on the inland side of the car and soaking up the lush tropical colors. Flame trees lit the emerald green with brilliant orange. Mangos hung ripe from the trees. A cloudless azure sky hung above all.
Jack sat on the seaward side and noticed the presence of two sizeable patrol boats off shore. Neither one of which sported national colors of any kind.

"Edgar still is a cautious man, eh Curt?"

Walsh looked back over the drivers seat.
"It's how he stays in business bucko."

They crested the hill and a long gradual decline led to the villa.
A brilliant white, rambling, red tiled roof affair completely surrounded by a high wall topped with razor wire.
Long before they got there two men stepped into the road and flagged them down. Big men with dark glasses and Uzi sub machine guns.

Walsh lowered the window.
"I'm coming in with Jack Bronson and the girl."

One of them keyed his cellphone, spoke and listened then waved them on.

Beka was a bit unnerved by all this and Jack put his hand around her reassuringly,
"It'll be OK. I've known Edgar Lovelace for a very long time.
He likes to take precautions, that's all."

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

Men with machine guns! That made me nervous. Jack reassured me that everything would be fine and that I was in no danger.

I had mixed emotional feelings. I wanted to be alone with Jack so that we could make love again, but yet now seeing what this kind of paradise has hidden within itself seemed outrageous.

The postcard I sent to my mother told her that I was safe in Mexico and there was nothing whatsoever to worry about. Now I wished I had said more, perhaps providing some means of letting her know that I might need rescuing.

I looked at Jack and saw that I needed to really trust him more. He would never let anything happen to me surely.

The Villa we had arrived at was beutiful. The jeep parked up in the fore grounds. Two dobberman pinchers ran from nowhere to greet us and Curtis stepped out to make a fuss of them. "It's OK, they know who I am. They won't harm you while I'm around"

"Glad to hear that Curt." Jack replied, taking my hand to help me out of the jeep. A tall hispanic gentleman came over to us and Curtis ordered him to collect our baggage. Then we followed Curtis up to the villa's wooden front doors. Another man, like the two others at the gates stood waiting. His machine gun was hung loose over his shoulder and he spat onto the floor as Curtis patted him on the back laughing.

"I'm back amigo....see!...alive and kicking." Curtis jeered at the man who seemed angry with him for some reason. The man looked down at me as I passed him and sent me a chilling grin.

Jack held me tight around my waist, and I felt safe......atleast for now.

 

[ariosto]

"Jack!...Jack my boy, come over here where I can see you."

Sunlight flooded in the wide panoramic windows behind Lovelace'acre sized desk of burnished walnut and Beka wondered why the man couldn't see him from a mile away.
That is until she actually saw Edgar herself.

"Come on honey, he won't bite...promise."
He took her by the hand and led her around the edge of the desk to Lovelace' chair...wheelchair.
The gargantuan man with thick shaded glasses on his eyes had no legs.

"Edgar, this is Beka...we're together. Understand?"
The craggy face turned to her and laughed showing beautiful white teeth.

"He hasn't changed has he Curtiss?!...Always being careful!"
He grabbed Jack's hand and pumped it hard.
"Of course I understand my boy! Did you think we'd sell her body at Lady Ruth's or something!"

"Now..."
Beka saw her face reflected in the black lenses.
"Now...kiss me girl."
He turned his broad cheek to her and pointed.
"Right here."
Beka looked at Jack who smiled an nodded.

"Good, Good! Now let's all sit down and relax.
Curt tend bar man!"
He gestured at the wet bar that filled one wall of the 'office'
"Then I think we can talk some business."
In spite of the shades, Lovelace looked like the cat who'd swallowed the canary.

 

[Sienna]

I thought about Edgar, shooting images of what he would like through my mind right up to meeting him. He was nothing at all as I expected.

After being introduced to him I was more relaxed. Jack, Curtis and Edgar talked business while I walked out onto the veranda that looked over the huge heart shaped swimming pool. I was surprised to see the naked woman skinny dipping and showing off her water skills. She looked natural in the pool as if used to it.

I looked up at the azure sky. Cloudless. The sun was beating down on my face and it was much warmer here than the south of France. I could get used to it very much.

Then I turned my attention back on the woman. It was difficult to make out her age from where I was, but her body was almost perfectly proportioned, tanned and looking cool from being in that refreshing water.

I looked around and back into the office. The business seemed to be underway to Jack's approval as he looked in my direction and raised his glass of fresh orange juice with a smile. I leaned back and returned his smile. I was so lucky to be with a great man as Jack Bronson. I knew he loved me as much as I loved him and now I could not even imagine life without him.

Suddenly there were three distant gunshots in the forest covered hills. I wondered what or who had prompted them. I was not used to seeing so many guns around and I wondered if there was a real need for them here. The woman continued swimming and neither Jack nor the others seemed overly concerned.

 

[midas2001]

*Tom*

After an exhausting journey, I landed on the island around mid evening and headed off towards a nearby rusted out shell of a car that passed itself off as the taxi.

I got in and gave the driver the nameof a hotel in Tambacristos that the director had told me to stay at. I booked in, ate a snack at the bar and went over to one of the corner of the room to plan my strategy. First thing would be to get business sorted out and confirm the identity of Bronson to our local agent here at the island and fill him in on the bachground of the mission... secondly - get Walsh! He was a nasty piece of work, pure killer... and we had unfinished business!

I was so absorbed in thought that I nearly jumped out of my skin when my mobile went off...

"Don't speak just listen..." came a calm quiet male voice at the other end... "Go shopping tomorrow and at 11am and go the the coffee house located near the market in the centre of town... sit at one of the outside tables on the street and wait !" Then the phone went dead.

Seems like my contact had everything planned so I drank down my beer and headed off to bed.

The following morning I slept in till 08:30, had a lazy breakfast at the hotel and by 10am I was shaved, dressed and off to have a look around before the rendezvous in the market. This wasn't a very large village and trying to kill an hour was proving to be difficult, but eventually the time was nearing 11am so I sat down at a table, sipped a columbian coffee and waited... and waited... and waited. Then...

"Don't look behind you and don't talk..." came a whispered voice from the table at the back of me... "I don't have long so listen carefully. Hire a car and take the northern road out of town for about 2 km's. You'll come to a T junction... take a right turn and 200 yards after an old white church you'll see an empty ramshackle taverna. It has a parking area behind it... be there in 1 hour."

With that I heard a chair move and a man walked past me and off into the crowd of people shopping at the market. I took a mental note of his appearence (what I could see of him) and lit a cigarette before looking through my road map of the island to get an idea of where we were going to meet later. Whoever this guy is... he's unusually cautious... this is going to be an interesting meeting.

 

[Sienna]

Beka....

Jack finished his meeting and then we went to our room. Our baggage was already there and the first thing I noticed was the old fashioned double bed with a canopy and mosquito net.

I could not resist testing the springs and I bounced on it until Jack jumped on me, pinning me down. I looked up into his eyes has he held my arms still. "Waiting over Beka..."he said.

Within seconds he had me stripped naked and at the same time I helped him get out of his clothes. We were both desperate and nothing stopped us both making spontaneous love.

It was over for him quickly. He entered me and no sooner had he started jerking into me, he cum inside of me. But, despite my passion still being raised and unrequited, I forced him into action once more. Learning the skills that he himself had taught me, I was able to suck and lick the life back into his cock until it became harder and harder than before.

We made love repeatedly through the night, until eventually we both became exausted...........the next thing I remember was the sun blazing into our room and Jack lying naked, sleeping beside me. I watched him for a while, running my nails delicately over his skin until he woke up and smiled.

"Time is it?"he asked, then looked at his watch. "Geeez!...10.40!" We kissed quickly and he jumped off the bed and towards the open window and veranda.

At that moment I wondered if I would have Jack to myself, or was this the begining of sharing him with these people who were our hosts. Jack scrambled for his clothing, not even considering a bath or shower which I wanted to share with him and he dressed.

I looked at him and he stood for a while just admiring my naked body beyond the net curtain. "I'll be back soon...I promise." he said before leaving me alone in the room.

I knew that I had to be patient. But I wanted him again so badly.
I was also curious to know what he was up to.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...Maya's Fury has had problems (RL) over the weekend. I was waiting for her to post. I will try and contact her today and see what's up. In any case I'll post Jack this evening.

 

[ariosto]

Lovelace was drinking coffee on a terrace overlooking the sea when Jack was shown in to see him. Curtiss Walsh was nowhere in sight.

"Okay, Edgar..."
He walked by wheelchair and stood leaning against the rail staring into the blue distance.
"What's the deal. Why am I being offered the hospitality of your precious island?"

"Jack, Jack, sit down and have a cup of coffee with me. We don't have to rush into this. Relax and enjoy yourself!"

It was a damned hard thing to do. Edgar, he was sure was the one who had tipped Interpol off to his activities six years ago when the 'running' began...and now here he was again.

"You fucked me over you bastard and I've been on the run ever since. You mean your going to make ammends now?"
He sipped his coffee and smiled at Lovelace who seemed not to mind being called a bastard at all.

"Jack...I didn't sic anyone on you. If you want to know who did why not ask Curtiss."
The man's diamond rings sparkled in the sun.
He sipped his coffee.
"But that's not why your here. Now sit down."

His mind now full of the implications of Edgar's words, Jack collapsed in the offered chair.
"Let's make it simple. I need your services and you need protection. Even trade right?"

"WRONG Edgar!...I know the kind of shit your dealing in now and I won't touch it. Jewels are one thing...Cocain is something else."

Lovelace waited for him to calm down.
"This has nothing to do with the white powder Jackie Boy. It has to do with Art...a painting to be precise. A very valuable painting...
Jack are you listening to me?"

Bronson had wandered over to the rail again and was watching Beka in converstaion with a very beautiful woman by the pool. Both of them were gloriously suntanned and both were nude.

 

[Mayas_Fury]

Mediterannean features revealed as she tossed long dark hair back over her shoulder, she smiled at Beka and extended a hand.

"Sasha... Good to meet you." Thick Sicilian accent unable to be disguised allowed Beka to put two and two together. Their handshake interrupted by the soft buzz of her phone. "One moment."

Moving away from anyone's earshot, she lifted the phone to her ear, didn't recognize the number. Her beautiful accent fading to nothing.

"Pinella here.. This had better be really fucking good... ... What the hell do you mean partner?! I work alone and you know that."

She sighed, defeated.

"... Yeah, I understand... ... The mission. What time was he supposed to be there... ... an hour? Alright."

Silent curses followed her back over to the girl, languid accent returning as she made her excuses. Modeling, photo shoot.. she would understand. Gathering her things, Feline dressed lazily and headed off to meet ... her "partner".

Office owed her big for this one. She had a method to her madness, it didn't matter that anyone else understood it. It was her way or 6 feet under, no room for the highway loose ends were too dangerous. Often times, more dangerous than the marks. Feline Pinella never left loose ends, and she didn't intend to start now.

 

[Sienna]

Beka....

No shower no bath. I waited until Jack was clear of our room and then followed him, draping a light blue silk night robe around me.

The villa seemed quiet and Jack had disappeared from sight. But I found myself by that gorgeous heart shaped pool and could not resist its temptation. I dropped the robe and dove in. It was fabulous!

As I surfaced and swam to the side, she was there, as naked as I was. ""Sasha... Good to meet you." she greeted. Her accent was distinctly european, perhaps Italian I thought to myself. But that did not matter. She was young and beautiful, perhaps a model or one of Edgars' playthings. The mobile rang on one of the sunbeds and I watched her as she dealt with her call, ducking under the cool water once more before she returned to the poolside.

"Sorry about that. Your name is?" she asked with a friendly smile, knealing ladylike, legs hiding her privacy in such a way that indicated to me that she was well groomed, unlike me a student, she was a lady.

I raised myself to the side of the pool and sat beside her. "Call me Beka..." I told her.

"Are you with the artist gentleman?" She looked up at the veranda and I followed her gaze, seeing Jack leaning and looking down at us. I was glad to see him still around the place and I waved at him. "Mister Bronson? Oh yes, I think he is a very talented artist....very talented indeed."

"You know of him?" I asked. She flicked her head around to face me and her dark mane flicked across her face delicately.

"Of course...he is famous isn't he? And he brought you here to this beautiful island. He must think a great deal about you Beka.
Does he? she asked.

"I think I love him. I know he loves me."

"Oh...I must go!...I have to....meet a friend."

Sasha dressed quickly and left in a hurry and so I continued to take my swim wondering if we would meet again.

 

[ariosto]

"Yeah sure Edgar, I heard you."
But Jack's attention had been seized, as it often was by the phenomenon of beauty. In this case the striking contrast of his own Beka, so very blonde and the dark sultry glamour of the woman with her.

"Who is she?"
He turned back towards the dark interior of the room.
"The brunette out there. Who is she?"

Edgar flipped a switch and the wheelchair glided over to the window on it's nearly silent motor.
"Ahh yes....Sasha. Very nice eh? She's quite ornamental as you can see. Would you like to meet her Jack?"

"Yes...sure."
He snapped back with some effort.
"Tell me about this painting. Let's lay it all out okay."

Lovelace spoke but his attention was directed to the figure of Beka bathing in the pool below.
"A few years ago Jack a VanGogh painting was purchased by a Japanese businessman for almost 90 million dollars."

Bronson nodded, he knew of the sale. The most money ever paid for a painting.

"It was shut up in a vault... a crying shame that. Shut up in a vault and then the son of a bitch died. Secret will and..."

"And no one knows who got the painting or where it
is."
Jack finished for him.

Edgar spun around with a huge grin on his porcine face.
"Wrong my boy. I know exactly where it is and I want it."

Dead silence in the room.

"And you Jackie, my nimble fingered theif are going to get it for me."

 

[midas2001]

*Tom*

I made my way to the rendezvous point waited. Within minutes a beaten up old white car pulled into the taverna car park and stopped under the shade of a tree.

"You are Keenan... yes?" Came a curt adress from the stranger.

"Yes i'm Keenan... er and you are?"

"You probably couldn't pronouce my full name so just call me Jose. Now I don't have much time so listen carefully. Some time ago we managed to get an undercover agent into the the household of Edgar Lovelace himself.... very risky and extremely dangerous work... 4 months ago Lovelace suspected one of his gardners of taking a case of wine from the cellar and he hasn't been seen since. So don't fuck up or it'll be all our necks.

I didn't like the sound of this but it was his mission and he was going to see it through.

"Okay... so we have an agent in the place. What does he do... chef... gardener... what?"

Jose smiled and told him it was one of the many girls that Lovelace kept around the place as ornaments for the parties he throws.

"She has heard rumours that the new visitors were coerced there for a special reason and she will meet you in 4 hours back here. Her name is Sasha.... you'll like her..."grinned and shot back off to do what ever he did.

I also took off to have a drive around and get the feel of the place. 4 hours later I pulled back into the deserted car park and waited. Shortly after a car sped into the grounds and screeched to a halt next to mine.

I got out of my car and looked down into the convertable to see the longest tanned legs I'd seen in a long time.

"Get in for a while... oh and watch where you're going or you'll trip over something while you're looking at my legs". Sasha said and winked at me.

I smiled and got in beside her... reached out my hand...

"Hi Sasha... call me Tom" I said and we shook hands. "Now then what's happening?"

She explained all the whispers and rumours she'd heard lately and said that she would keep in contact with him. She can't get away often but she does go into town from time to time to do shopping and go on photo shoots for the local magazine.

"Listen Tom. Tomorrow afternoon I have to come back this way to get my usual supplies of make-up and scan the latest lingerie in town. What room are you in at the hotel Jose told me you were in?"

"17... second floor" I replied.

"Okay... make sure you're there at say 3 ish onwards tomorrow afternoon and I'll see what I can find out this evening. Can't snoop too much... but i'll see what I can do - okay?"

"Okay hon... and let me know the movements of Curtis Walsh if you can... he and I go back aways." Tom scowled as he said it and Sasha knew it meant trouble.

She put her hand on his and looked at him when his eyes came up to meet hers.

"Look Tom, I don't know what the history is and I don't think I want to. But keep in mind the mission and don't do anything rash please. It's not safe where I am and anything that rocks the boat causes me hassle. Must go... so think on it and i'll see you tomorrow."

We swapped mobile phone numbers and she leaned across and kissed me on the cheek before I got out and she sped off again, She was some stunning bird and I was going to eagerly await our next encounter.

 

[Sienna]

Curtis Walsh strode into the swimming pool area. He looked up to the empty veranda where Edgar and Jack were talking in the room. He stood and watched Beka swimming in the pool and called her to the side.

Beka looked up at him from the water and he grabbed her hair pulling her towards him so that she could not swim away. Beka screamed out and he quickly muted her with his hand, whispering in her ear.

"Listen......and listen up real good. I want you to do me a favour. But then lets say you have no choice. You do this favour willingly or Jack meets up with an unfortunate accident...clear?" Beka nodded. Suddenly she became scared. She never expected Walsh to do this and regarded him as a friend, but now it seemed he was not to be trusted.

His free hand went under the water and he cupped her breast, thumbing her tender nipple harshly. "If you force me to cause an unfortunate accident, then I will also have to do something about you too.....get it?" Beka could feel him touching her harder and gripping until it hurt. Curtis let her go and put his finger to his lip beconing her to be silent.

"Tonight....meet me here at 7..... I need you and your beautiful body for a special job. Say nothing to anyone. This is our secret.
Shhhhhhhhhhhh......later then."

Curtis winked and grinned at her and then walked back towards the villa leaving Beka scared and lost for a way out of something she did not bargain for.

 

[ariosto]

Jack left Lovelace's office with a few more details of the plan sketched in, enough to know he didn't like it one bit.
In the large living room he brushed by Curtis Walsh, still wet from the pool and with a very strange smile on his face.

"Should be like old times eh Jack? Share and share alike."

"Yeah...sure. Is Beka still in the pool?"
Walsh nodded, his grin broadening.
"You better get out there I think she's lonely."

That's exactly what Jack needed right now. A plunge into that cool blue water and Beka's warm body in his arms.

She was still so preoccupied with Walsh's commenets that she didn't hear him slip into the pool and Jack was sliding up beside her before she knew it.
"Oh!..."
His arms were around her and he was kissing her before she could even register surprise.
Beka could feel him hot and rigid, pressing against her belly, as he pulled her against his chest.
Her breasts were crushed tight against him, and his arousal had an almost desperate intensity to it.
"I want you...I need you...now."
He whispered in her ear.

 

[Sienna]

Beka....

I swam around the pool oblivious to noticing Jack slipping in and swimming up to me. What Curtis had threatened seemed serious and it bothered me. I needed to know what he wanted? Was it a sexual favour perhaps? No! I prayed it would not be that.

Jack hugged me close and for a moment I forgot my encounter with Curtis and enjoyed being close to him once more.

"I want you...I need you...now."He whispered in my ear. That so turned me on. Even though we made love through the night, I was ready to feel him inside and close again. His strong arms around me were totally irresistable and I felt safe and secure. Something I needed to feel at that moment amongst other feelings.

Jack went down below the water and traced his nose between my breasts, navel and on down, skirting my mound before grabbing my legs and pulling me under. We looked at each other with our breaths held and together our lips met in a cascade of bubbles until our lips sealed in a watertight passionate kiss which lasted for ages and ages.

We surfaced. We both swam to the side of the pool and he pinned me against the tiles, our head and shoulders just above the water. Below, I could feel the floor of the shallow end and I opened up my thighs. Jack was naked and my fingers traced the form of his erect manhood and I guided him towards my petals.

Jack put his hands on my thighs and lifted me. Levering himself so that he slid deep into me and I could wrap my thighs tight around his hips. Gently he moved in and out, each stroke brushed against my clit and I held my arms around his shoulders as we made love.

Neither of us saw Curtis watching us. Sitting at the table grinning he was exposed to the sound of my cries of ecstasy that both Jack and I were indulged in. I had reached my peak and looked over to where he was. He lifted his ice-cold drink and nodded towards me from the poolside.

 

[ariosto]

Jack followed the direction of Beka's glance and saw Walsh's grinning face.
DAMN HIM!
All right...he want's a show, we'll give him one.

Bronson's hands slipped up her body and gathered her young breasts, squeezing them tight, her hard nipples thrusting out between his fingers to lick and to suck.
He felt her legs rise in the water behind him and lock behind his back, her mons was pressed hard against him, rubbing and grinding, taking in every throbbing inch of his cock.
He pressed her back against the edge of the pool, his hands and lips ravaging her upthrust breasts in full view of Walsh and anyone else who was looking on.
She tried to wrap her arms around him but he grabbed her wrists and spread them out against the wet tiles.
Now she was totally visible from the waist up and his 'freind' could watch as he kissed and sucked and nipped the taught aching tips of her breasts.

Look at her Walsh...she's mine...MINE. Try anything at all and I'll kill you my freind...

He drove into her with deep powerful thrusts. Thrusts that came from his ankles, through his straining thighs and sought to split her in half.
Beka was moaning now, tossing her head back and forth and oblivious to who might be watching them.
He felt her tightening, shuddering, her movements against him more frantic...he was close...CLOSE!

...holdit holdit...HOLD IT!

She arched her back and cried out, he felt the warm heat of her release and it sent him over the edge. Rockets of thick warm cum shot into Beka's
waiting passage, mixing with the sweet creamy oil of her own passion.
A joint orgasm in full view of more than Curtis Walsh's hungry eyes.

 

[Sienna]

Beka was subjected to a lustful frenzy. But one that she could enjoy knowing that Jack was doing what he did to gain superiority over Curtis Walsh. She was with him in body and soul and at that moment she also learned that passion could be derived from cruel machio agression as long as it was controlled.

Walsh knew what Jack was doing and he didn't like it. His evil plan to intimidate had backfired on him. He gripped the cool glass in his hand and let it break into pieces the moment they both cried out together in orgasmic release.

Walsh was joined by two of his henchmen and they watched on beside him from the poolside. They jeered and mocked their faithful leader, knowing that it had not gone exactly to his desired outcome. Walsh struck out at one of them, hitting him with a fist brought directly and swiftly to his abdomen. The man keeled forwards and Walsh struck him again, bringing his knee to his forehead, sending him into the pool.

Walsh grabbed the collar of the other and pulled him close. "Don't even think about laughing again! I'll make sure you have a permanent smile on your face!" The man quaked in his boots as Walsh took a dagger from the mans' belt and held it at his face.

Walsh turned to Jack and Beka in the pool.
"Fuck you Bronson! Just remember who thought of you when you wanted somewhere to run." He pushed the man to the ground and then he threw the dagger into a tree above Jack and Beka on the otherside of the pool. "I have plans of my own here. Just don't forget that."

Beka looked up above her head, at the dagger lodged in the thick bark. Jack pulled her closer to him to comfort her.

"It's ok honey. You're safe as long as I'm here."

 

[ariosto]

"Good Lord Jack! I thought he was your friend !"
He kissed her lips, squeezed her and bounded out of the pool.

"Walsh!...You did your job like a good dog. I'll work this one for the Old Man now go get your treat.
But Beka's not it!
You come near her again and your a dead man!"

She looked up at him, water ran down his naked thighs, he was poised like a pit bull ready to attack. She'd never seen him like this before...never.

Walsh laughed and disappeared inside the house.

"Jack are you OK?"

"Sure...sure I am."
He dove into the pool and swam furiously as hard and as fast as could while Beka wondered just what they had gotten themselves into.

 

[Sienna]

Beka....

"Jack are you OK?" I asked.
He reassured me that things were fine. But I had my doubts. I had never seen Jack so angry before as he dove back in the pool and swam around furiously to relieve his frustrations.

I sat at the edge of the pool watching him and wondered if I should tell him about Curtis and the demand he gave me to meet him later. He calmed down and swam towards me and looked up at me as I squeezed him playfully between my legs. "If he ever threatens you, let alone touches you Beka, I want to know about it."

I smiled and let him caress my legs nudging forward to the edge so that his face was level to my groin. I was distracting his anger and still pondering about the threat. The sight of my womanly mound promoted him to kiss it gently and I eased back on my arms so that he could see it in all its splendour. "Make me cum again Jack" I requested.

His tongue found its way between my lips and onto my clit, licking gently as he looked up at me. Jack certainly was the best thing that ever happened to me. Despite the problems that seemed to be growing around our relationship, I would always stand by him.

His ministrations were gentle and soothing as I began to ride the orgasm he was giving me. I pushed myself closer and closer to his lips as his tongue licked me. I yielded myself to him, crying out for more as he took me to my peak. I didn't care who was watching or listening to me. Jack took me through that barrier on the beach in France with those agents. This was our moment and it did not matter if the world wanted to watch us. It felt good, so good now.