The Island: Pt. 12 - Natassia

THE ISLAND

Part 12: Natassia

By Gortmundy.

Susan and Natassia were having breakfast and playing footsie. Both wore light summer dresses and were smiling happily in the bright sun as they teased each other under the table. Natassia leaned in and gave the blonde a lingering kiss, "So I hear congratulations are in order?"

"Yea, I finally graduated. Finished the course online."

"What did you get?"

Susan blushed, "I got a 1st."

Natassia gave a small whoop and clapped her hands in delight, "That's fantastic! So, what now?"

The blonde looked out over the blue waters and sighed, "Well, I guess I should get out there and make my way in the world."

The brunette looked away for a moment before turning back. Taking Susan by the hand she looked her in the eye and smiled, "You'll do great."

Susan looked down at her coffee, "Or..."

Natassia sniffed and had to swallow before she felt able to speak, "You can't just give that up and stay here for me Susan, you worked too hard, "she continued, and her voice was husky with emotion, "don't get me wrong, I'd love you being here with me, but I'd still feel bad."

Susan looked up, her blue eyes sparkling as she reached across and gently stroked the brunette's face, "Well, I was going to say, 'or I could accept the job offer Portia made me', but I guess if you want rid of me that badly?"

Natassia stared for a moment, with her jaw hanging open, "What?"

"Well, you know Portia built a school near the village, right? Course, being Portia, the place looks like it was built by a fashion studio and equipped by NASA. There are quite a lot of pupils too. Some travel from neighbouring islands and some log in online using school laptops. Well, Portia asked me if I'd like to teach there."

"Teach?"

The blonde nodded vigorously, "Yea, I always wanted to teach but I never thought I could do it."

"Why not?"

Susan blushed, "I didn't think I was smart enough; I honestly didn't think I'd get through my degree."

"But hang on a sec, you got a 1^st?"

"Yea, but Helen and Portia tutored the shit out of me. Did you know Helen has a Master's in business psychology?"

"I knew she was pretty smart, and a bit of a card shark, but no," admitted Natassia.

Well, she does and trust me if Portia says, 'study this' you bloody study it. The woman can be terrifying."

"I bet."

"So, anyway, Portia says I can teach at the school, but only if I properly qualify first. It means doing a teaching degree and learning a couple of languages, including the local one, but providing I get a good enough pass I get the job. Did you know she hired some famous professor guy to run the school, I mean he's old and semi-retired; actually, he looks like he should be teaching at Hogwarts to be honest, but he's working on some kind of research project involving teaching kids in remote regions or something and if I can impress him, I might get to be his research assistant."

"What's a good enough pass?"

"Well Portia is friendly and all and says she would happily let me stay here as her guest forever, but she only employs the best. She made that very clear. So, I'd need to pass with honours."

"Think you can do it?"

Susan grinned, "Well, I never dreamed I'd get a 1^st. I think with a lot of help I might actually have a shot at it," giving the brunette a sly smile, she added, "but of course, now I know how much you want rid of me I don't know if it's worth the bother."

Natassia pulled her in for a long, lingering kiss and whispered, "You're being very naughty, and when we get back to the room, I'm going to make you pay for teasing me you know."

Smiling the blonde murmured, "You better."

They were interrupted mid-kiss when Kady slumped down at the table beside them. The woman poured herself a coffee and sat with her head resting on the table. She looked positively frazzled.

"Hey Kady, what's up?" asked Natassia brightly.

"Urgh, I need help,"

"You okay? You look a bit worn out."

Kady looked up and groaned, "It's Anton."

Susan and Natassia exchanged glances and grinned.

Natassia gave Susan a mischievous wink, "What's wrong with Anton?"

"Nothing, he's bloody fantastic, that's the problem."

Susan looked confused, "I don't understand?"

Kady looked up again and slurped her coffee, "I said he's bloody fantastic! I can't keep my hands off him. But it's like he's got a permanent hard-on and I'm knackered."

Both girls burst into a fit of giggles and Kady gave them a mock glare.

"It's not funny. I try to stay away, but every evening I end up sneaking into his room and he bangs me like a drum. It's great, I come like it's going out of fashion."

"Doesn't sound so bad to me," muttered Natassia.

"Yea, but then we cuddle and fall asleep."

"Still doesn't sound so bad."

"But I feel him lying there, all nice and warm, with his hard-on pressed against me and I can't help but go down for a peek and there it is, right in front of me, all pretty and everything, and I just can't resist. I give it a nice little kiss and a minute later we're at it like bunnies again."

"Sounds terrible," muttered Susan dryly.

"It gets worse!" Kady wailed, "you know what it's like when we wake up?"

"Morning wood?"

Kady couldn't help but give the girl a dreamy grin, "Mmm yea..." before shaking herself, "yea, so we do it a couple more times before I can grab a shower."

"Waitasec, a couple 'more' times? Jesus!"

Kady nodded and gave the girls a helpless look, "Well we usually end up in the shower together after that and you know how it is."

"So, he bangs you in the shower?"

Kady moaned piteously, "I usually need another shower just to get over the first shower."

She looked pleadingly at the two girls, "You've got to help me."

"What can we do?" asked Susan.

"You could shag him for me, tire him out, I just need a night off."

Natassia sprayed her orange juice over the table as she nearly choked. Susan thumped her on the back until the coughing fit had subsided.

"Sorry, what?"

Kady took hold of their hands in her own, "Look I hear you guys at it most nights. Once you get started it's like listening to a wildlife program on the telly. If anyone can tire out that randy bastard, it's you two."

Susan blushed to the roots and Natassia couldn't help but howl in laughter. The blonde stammered, "Oh we couldn't possibly," looking at the strangely thoughtful expression that was beginning to appear on Natassia's face, "could we?"

Natassia looked down at the breakfast plates and spoke quietly, "I've only ever been with one guy, and he wasn't good to me. I haven't been with a man in a very long time because of that and I, well, I just sometimes wonder what it would be like, with a nice guy for once, you know?"

She looked up at Susan with an almost desperate look on her face, "You don't think worse of me, do you?"

The blonde crooked her finger at her and drew the brunette into a long, passionate kiss that left the girl breathless. "That answer your question?"

Natassia bit her lip, "I'm not doing anything unless you're good with it Susan."

Susan tilted the girl's chin up to look her in the eye, "You saved me, Natassia. After Cortez, if it wasn't for you, I think I'd have probably just given up and walked into the sea one day. I'll never think worse of you. Is this something you want to do?"

Natassia looked almost shy as she gave a tiny nod.

Susan slammed her hand on the table, "I'm in!"

Kady looked almost stunned, "Really? You'll do it then? Oh, thank God."

"As long as you know this is a one-off thing... probably."

"I know, look Anton is a sweetie really, he hasn't done anything wrong and if I didn't trust you both to be good to him, I wouldn't be doing this. Besides", she gave them both a sly smile, "I'm betting you guys are gonna have a ball."

Susan raised an eyebrow at the choice of words.

Portia looked up from her reader and smiled as Gunter approached, "Good morning, can I get you a coffee?"

The big man accepted the proffered cup and settled into a seat at the breakfast table. "There was a fire last night. Seems one of the workman's huts on the dockside was burned to the ground."

"My, what a surprise. Was there anyone in it?"

"I hope not, but at least two men seem to have sustained, hmm, injuries, and oddly enough they have declined to attend the clinic for treatment."

"Shocking."

Portia sipped her coffee, "How bad were these injuries?"

"Well, it looks like one fellow produced a knife, so he sustained a rather nasty stab wound. Otherwise just a few fractures, nothing life-threatening."

"Hmm... So, what do you think is happening then?"

"Well, if I was to hazard a guess, I would say that someone is collecting mobile telephones and eradicating evidence, while simultaneously delivering a message. I also wouldn't be very surprised if someone were making enquiries regarding a certain fishing boat."

"What do you think will happen if she finds the thing?"

Gunter gave a rare smile, "Well, I wouldn't want to be on it I can say that much."

Portia gave the man a dazzling smile and changed the subject, "I saw Helen earlier, she seemed positively radiant."

Marta and Florence were arguing.

"I'm not going!" the doctor literally stamped her foot as she shouted.

Florence arched an eyebrow but said nothing.

"You can't make me go!", this time the nurse just gave a small chuckle and Marta blushed.

"Please don't make me go," She pleaded.

Florence sighed, "Doc. The medical supplies are being delivered today, they arrive by ship, and they include a significant quantity of opiates and other controlled substances. They won't just hand them over to dockworkers without the signature of a qualified medic from the clinic. I'm not qualified, and there's nobody else here. So that means you have to go."

Tears began to form in Marta's eyes and her shoulders shook, "I just can't go down to those docks Florence, I can't."

"You'll be fine."

"But they'll be there. They'll see me."

"Who?"

Marta looked at her feet and her shoulders slumped, "Those men, the men I was... with."

"Those muppets are part of a gang of two-bob shitkickers who wouldn't last thirty seconds at a grannie's bingo night in Glasgow. I wouldn't worry too much about them."

The woman looked up and Florence could see she was terrified.

"Doc, you only really have two choices, you can leave the island and put all this behind you, or you can come with me and spit in the eye of anyone who looks at you sideways. I'll help you either way, but it's your decision."

"Florence, please..."

"Do you trust me, Marta?"

The smaller looked at her feet and sniffled, but eventually gave a tiny nod."

"Then trust me. You. Will. Be. Fine."

An hour later the two women pulled up on the pier in the clinic SUV. Getting out of the car Marta kept her head down and shuffled along, refusing to meet anyone's eye while Florence casually stuffed her hands in her pockets and stood alongside whistling a cheerful tune.

Marta whispered, "You need to quiet down."

Florence glanced at the white SUV with the caduceus symbol emblazed on the bonnet and doors, "It's no like they're not gonna notice we're here Doc. We didn't exactly sneak up on the place."

The motorboat from the small cargo ship out in the bay had pulled alongside the pier, and a couple of cheerful crewmen began unloading the crates of medical supplies.

While the doctor signed the various forms Florence joked with them in a dialect she didn't recognise and casually passed each man a small envelope as they loaded the supplies into the boot of the SUV. All in all, the process took less than half an hour.

"There you go doc. Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy."

"What?"

Florence sighed, "Never mind. Eyup, company."

Marta looked up from the last of the forms and froze in terror as four men approached their SUV. They were swaggering, unshaven, rough-looking toughs, wearing torn jeans and oil-stained t-shirts. Each had a large fisherman's knife tucked into their belt while the man in front carried a vicious looking gaff-hook in his right hand. The doctor almost wet herself with fear and looked at Florence with horror when she heard the woman whisper, "About fucking time."

The ginger-haired woman casually waved back the two sailors who had begun to move up alongside the vehicle as they saw the men approach and spared the doctor a quick glance, "Stay in the car doc, this won't take long."

Marta's gripped the nurse tightly by the arm and her voice quaked in fear, "I'll go with them. They won't hurt you if I go with them."

Florence looked at the smaller woman for a long moment, "You'd do that, for me?"

The doctor swallowed nervously, too afraid to speak, but she nodded.

Florence grinned, "See. I knew there was a reason I didn't think you were a complete muppet."

With a broad smile on her face, the nurse casually strolled to the front of the car.

The large man with the hook sneered, "Thank you, you have brought our whore back to us, and all these drugs too. Excellent."

"Do you know a guy called Marcus?" The nurse asked.

"Who?"

Florence sighed, "Pity. And no, I've not brought your whore back and you cannae have the drugs. Was there anything else or can we get on wi this?"

The man rested the point of the hook against the woman's breast and grinned, "Well, two whores are better than one anyway."

The nurse glanced briefly at the wicked-looking weapon and her smile simply disappeared.

Marta saw the change of expression and for a moment she thought, "I think they've made a mistake."

Florence's hand smashed forward, and her straight fingers crushed the man's larynx like an egg. He didn't have time to even gurgle his last breath or collapse before she snatched the hook from his numb fingers and kicked him bodily backwards into the man behind him. Both of them went sprawling in a chaotic tangle of limbs. One of the men still in front of her grabbed for the blade in his belt and the nurse slid forward, burying the hook into his crotch, tearing open his femoral artery. Great pulses of blood dyed his jeans scarlet as he staggered back.

As the man on the ground struggled to extricate himself from beneath his dying companion Florence viciously kicked him on the chin. The doctor winced as she heard the man's jaw shatter from inside the car, blood sprayed from his mouth and he stopped moving. The last man turned and fled, running as if his life depended on it, which the doctor thought was probably just the case.

The doctor could only stare as Florence got in the car, she wasn't even breathing hard.

The nurse gestured casually along the pier, "Shall, we?"

When the women got back to the clinic Marta rushed inside and began closing all the curtains as Florence casually paid a couple of guys on the street to help her carry in the supplies.

"Relax doc."

"You just fucking killed a man! Probably two. Aren't you afraid the Police will come?"

"No cops on the island doc."

"But somebody might come, surely."

"I doubt it. Those shitbags will have been dumped in the drink by now and nobody will talk to the cops for a pair of scumbags like that. Besides, it was self-defence. They tried to jack the medicine. My witness is a respectable doctor, who have they got?"

"But you killed them."

Florence grinned, "Better them than me."

Later that evening Marta was still trembling with fear as she lay on the couch alongside the nurse. Florence's arm was around her waist, and the doctor could feel the woman's heartbeat, slow, steady, and regular. The larger woman seemed completely untroubled by what had happened.

"How?"

"How what doc?"

"How does it not affect you? I'm still terrified. That was the most frightening thing I've ever seen."

"That's a good thing doc. Most people don't deserve to experience stuff like that. But let's just say I had a misspent youth."

"Are you like a secret agent or something?"

Florence chuckled, and replied in a passable Sean Connery accent, "Why yesh, Miss Funnyfanny, the name's Bond, Brook Bond."

"I'm serious!"

"No doc, I'm not a secret agent. I just spent a lifetime doing some really stupid shit in some really bad places. Oh, and I guess you could say I'm just a wee bit mental I suppose."

There was a long pause.

"Doc?"

"Yes."

"Why did you offer to go with them?"

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

"But you knew what they were gonna do to you?"

Marta's voice was a whisper, "Yes."

Florence sighed and gave the smaller woman a gentle squeeze, "You know doc, you're in danger of making me like you."

Anton took a sip of his beer and had just flipped the page of his book when there was a quiet tap on the door. He was dressed in a comfortable hockey shirt and a pair of shorts, and he grinned happily as he ambled across the room to answer, "Hey Kady, I was just gonna put a movie on, can I grab you a bee..."

Susan and Natassia stood in the doorway. They were both wearing short summer dresses and Anton couldn't help but appreciate their curves and the amount of flawless skin on show. Both girls smiled at his reaction.

The rangy youth blushed and grinned boyishly, "Sorry ladies, I thought it might be Kady, she sometimes pops over about this time, come on in."

The young man stepped aside and held the door open. As the two women entered Natassia smiled, "That's okay Anton, we will take that beer though, if it's still on offer."

"Sure thing ma'am, two beers coming right up."

Natassia grinned at him, "Ma'am? After the way you stroked my ass the other night surely, we're past that?"

Anton blushed as he reached into the cooler and produced a couple of bottles.

Susan stepped forward to accept her beer, "Oh, stop teasing him, Natassia."

The blonde looked around the room and spied the book lying open on the chair, "Hey, whatchya reading?"

"Game of Thrones."

"Any good?"

"Yea, sure, I've read a few now."

Susan looked up at the man and gave him a sultry grin, "I watched some on telly, there was a lot of sex."

Natassia laughed, "Hey! Don't you think Susan looks a bit like that blonde woman, the one with the dragons?"

Anton blushed, "Nah, Susan's way prettier."

Susan smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, "Aww. You're so nice Anton. I see why Kady likes you."

"Yea, she sometimes comes over about now, so if you want to hang a bit, I bet she would love to see you. If you give me a sec, I can dig out some snacks."

Susan shook her head, "Thanks Anton, that would be lovely, but Kady can't make it tonight."

Natassia waited until the young man was taking a drink of his beer before she added, "So we wondered if you would like to shag us instead?"

Anton barely managed to avoid spraying beer over the two women and Natassia curled up on the seat laughing mischievously. Susan gave the girl a scolding grin and patted him on the back.

Anton gasped breathlessly, "What?"

"Well, we were talking to Kady and she was a bit disappointed at not being able to come over this evening so she suggested we come instead."

Between coughs, the young man wheezed, "So she would be okay with it? I mean a guy would have to be crazy not to want to, well you know, with women as beautiful as you two, but I wouldn't want to go behind her back or anything."

Susan stepped closer and ran her hand over the man's chest and murmured, "That's really sweet Anton, but she's not only fine with it, it was her idea, I swear."

The blonde leaned in close, and Anton felt her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress as her breasts brushed against him. She nibbled his ear and whispered, "Natassia isn't wearing anything under that dress Anton, and I promise, I will give you a blowjob any time and any place for every time you make her come tonight, deal?"