The Island: Pt. 16 - Enticements

THE ISLAND

Part 16: Dreams and Enticements

By Gortmundy.

Barabus felt thoroughly awkward when he arrived for the lesson. The very idea of sitting across from Susan after what he'd done to her the previous day twisted his insides with anxiety, but he drew a deep breath, pushed the feelings down and strode out onto the balcony as if filled with confidence.

"Good morning, Susan, how are we today?"

The blonde girl tilted her head slightly and regarded him, the glitter of her blue eyes and the set of her slight smile already made him uneasy.

"How long have we got until the lesson starts?"

He fumbled with his watch fob nervously, "Er, a few minutes, why?"

"Good."

Susan slid from the carefully placed pillow on her chair and moved closer to the big man.

"Now Susan, I don't quite know what you have in min..."

The blonde swung her arms around his stocky torso and drew him in for a deep hug.

"Thanks, Barnie, for yesterday. I needed it."

His voice shook, "You don't hate me then?"

"Never."

He shuddered as relief flowed through him and his arms went about her, "Oh thank God."

He looked down at her and it took him a moment before he could speak, "I loathed it, please don't make me do anything like that ever again."

"You won't need to," she gave him a sly grin before adding, "though if I'm ever feeling a little randy and want my bum smacked a bit before I go molest Natassia, I might just push a couple of your buttons, so no promises."

"Jesus Christ girl, you're going to give a heart attack."

Susan pouted, "Oh, so you don't want to smack my bum anymore. All of a sudden, my bum's not good enough for you is that it?"

Susan shouted back into the suite, "Natassia! Barnie doesn't like my bum anymore."

Natassia's laughter could be heard as she called back, "What a bastard! Let a guy thrash you just once and he loses all respect. Bloody typical."

Barabus shook his head and laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender, "Alright, I yield! I suppose I can admit to finding certain aspects of your derriere moderately pleasing to the hand and eye," his face sobered, "but not yesterday, that was not my idea of fun at all."

"My derriere is only 'moderately' pleasing?"

The chime on his watch sounded, "Oh thank fuc... ahem, I mean saved by the bell my dear. Now I believe we are reading today."

Portia shook herself from a very pleasant daydream as Gunter approached. She was looking out over the garden from her balcony, and he could see the winsome smile on her face.

Her night with Susan had been quite spectacular. Portia hadn't realised just how frustrated and just how damned horny she had become lately. Cassius was a wonderful man and a skilled, considerate, satisfying lover, but he was away more than three-quarters of the time and just watching the joy and sheer amount of exuberant life the young men and women of the household had about them made her feel his absence more keenly than normal. She giggled as she thought about her vibrator, "If I use it any more often the poor thing will be worn to a stub."

Her thoughts drifted over how Susan had guided her into the bedroom and onto the bed, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and sliding it from her shoulders. The young blonde pushed her bra up over her generous breasts and Portia had hissed with pleasure, fingers clenching reflexively on the bedsheets, as she lowered her mouth and teased first one nipple and then the other with her tongue.

Portia raised herself to make it easier when Susan unbuttoned her trousers and wiggled them over her hips, pulling them down along her long legs and over her feet. She gave a low moan of anticipation when she realised her panties had been slid away at the same time and she was naked from the waist down.

The blonde moved up along her body and buried her face between her thighs and Portia almost screamed as the girl's tongue repeatedly slid along the folds of her pussy and began to tease her clitoris. She gripped Susan's long blonde hair tightly in both hands and writhed in ecstasy as her tongue worked its magic.

Portia recalled how, many years ago, not long after her eighteenth birthday, she had returned from finishing school for the summer and her mama had caught her in the gardening shed being screwed by both the groundskeepers. Her screams of passion and shouts of "Fuck me!" as they shafted her vigorously had been heard over half the estate and mama had dragged the near-naked girl back into the kitchen where she used a switch on her already bare arse with a vengeance.

Bent over the kitchen table, shrieking with indignation and pain, still with the residue of her romp with the gardeners trickling down her thighs she had cursed and swore like a sailor as mama brought that damned switch hissing down across her ass time and again.

She recalled mama's scolding as she swung the switch all the harder, shouting "God gave you your looks Portia, but the Devil gave you that tongue, you little tramp!"

Portia giggled as she remembered how the very next day, she was back in that gardening shed, showing off the enticing pattern of parallel weals her mama had raised across her buttocks to the gardeners. They at least had shown a proper level of sympathy by kissing them better.

Looking into Susan's twinkling blue eyes she thought how well her mama's phrase fitted the blonde. She looked like an angel, as though butter wouldn't melt in that innocent mouth, but the Devil himself must have taught her how to use that tongue as she effortlessly brought Portia from one devastating orgasm to another.

Eventually, Portia gave a long wailing scream of passion and collapsed. Her whole body was quivering uncontrollably, she was panting like she had run a marathon and her skin was covered in a sheen of perspiration. Sweat dripped from her brow and gathered between her heaving breasts.

Susan slithered up along her body like a cat, kissing and fondling every inch of her, one hand trailing along her thigh, moving between her legs where first one and then a second finger effortlessly slid into the oily warmth of her pussy. The blonde kissed her on the mouth, slipping her tongue delicately past her lips as her fingers gently teased the woman and Portia could only wrap her arms around the girl and gasp breathlessly as her hips bucked and writhed.

Afterwards, Susan held the exhausted, satisfied woman close, gently kissing her neck and caressing her face and breasts while her other hand stroked along the curve of her hips and the satin-smooth skin of her ass, all the while whispering how beautiful she was, how desirable. Portia hadn't felt so 'wanted' in such a long time, tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and they stayed like that, wrapped in the warmth of each other's arms until she drifted off to sleep.

In the morning Susan was gone, she had slipped away like a dream as Portia slept, leaving only her faint scent behind as a reminder.

Gunter watched as she looked out over the garden, her shoulders swayed, and she smiled as if lost in some pleasant memory.

"She looks happier."

Portia sighed and looked around at his approach, "Oh, hello Gunter, care for some coffee, it's fresh?"

Gunter poured himself a cup and sat, watching the woman as she nibbled one leg of her sunglasses in an almost playful way. "Gunter?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Have you hired a bunch of new groundskeepers?"

Gunter's face stilled, "Oh Scheisse, she noticed."

"I might have hired a couple, yes."

"By a couple, do you mean six?"

"Ah."

"Anyone else?"

Gunter cleared his throat carefully, "By 'anyone else' would you be including the new chauffeur and the handyman?"

"Probably."

"Hmm, then I'd probably have to say 'yes'."

"Indeed, I can't help but notice the groundskeepers, for instance, appear to be quite rugged-looking fellows."

"Groundskeeping can be a very physical job."

"Indeed."

She turned to him and smiled, "Any reason why that one is armed?"

Gunter looked, "Well he has a pair of shears I suppose."

"That and the semi-automatic compact in a concealed holster."

"At least she didn't notice what was in the wheelbarr..."

"And I'm not even going to guess what he's got hidden in that wheelbarrow he's pushing about so uselessly."

Gunter groaned.

"I take it, Gunter, that they are highly skilled in 'incendiary gardening' and 'aggressive weedkilling'?"

"Possibly."

"And I take it this has something to do with how my SUV has come back from the garage with beefed-up suspension, a more powerful engine and somehow feels like it's, oh, I'd guess about a ton and a half heavier?"

"Maybe."

"Okay, explain, and make it good."

Gunter didn't prevaricate, "It's this Marcus fellow. The report says he spoke of Cortez, so there must be a connection that we've not yet identified, but it's the attack on the doctor that concerns me. That was blatant, unnecessary, vicious and manipulative. It speaks of a man who is intelligent, and devious, but also, I think may indicate an actual psychological desire to do harm. It has an unpredictable quality to it that I consider extremely dangerous."

Portia looked thoughtful.

"Very well, thank you for the update."

Looking at the lack of expression on his face she laughed, "Oh Gunter, you're the expert, what's the point of having an expert and ignoring their concerns? Don't you even watch movies?"

"I try not to, but Helen made me watch something called 'La La Land', it made me want to set myself on fire."

Portia giggled. "Gunter, please never change."

He smiled, "I'll do my best."

Susan poked her head around the door. Natassia was reading and listening to music on her headphones but a few knocks on the wooden doorframe eventually drew her attention.

"Huh?"

Susan grinned, "I got something for you. I hope you like it."

Natassia looked suspicious, "Oh yea?"

The blonde stepped from behind the door and Natassia's eyes went wide as she saw the school blazer, snug-fitting crisp white blouse, short tartan skirt and white socks the girl wore. Susan's blue eyes sparkled with mischief and her shining blonde hair was tied in a long ponytail. With her youthful face and girlish expression, she looked like an innocent schoolgirl who was having distinctly not-so-innocent thoughts.

"It was my prefect uniform, I got my mum to send it, told her I was going to show it to the kids at school here. It still fits, well mostly fits anyway, I think the blouse is a bit tight maybe. How do I look?"

Natassia drew a breath, "Oh God. She looks fucking delicious."

Susan batted her eyelids and gave the girl her most sultry smile as she sauntered across the room, showing off the curves of her ass under the short skirt as she moved.

"Anyway, I'm just going to go into the bedroom for a bit, if you're not too busy maybe you might want to..."

Susan giggled and scampered off as Natassia hurled the book aside, vaulted the sofa, and was after her like a shot.

Sometime later Susan and Natassia lay entwined in each other's arms amongst the devastation they had once again inflicted upon their bedspread. Natassia's dress had barely made it into the room before it was frantically discarded, and her lace panties now dangled enticingly from one ankle. Bits and pieces of discarded school uniform lay scattered about the room and other than her white socks Susan was entirely naked. The curvy brunette had been wildly excited by Susan's schoolgirl look and the two had been fucking like bunnies for most of the afternoon. Finally sated they had slumped together in an exhausted, sweat-covered, tangle of limbs.

Natassia lay on her back gazing dreamily at the ceiling while Susan absent-mindedly toyed with the girl, playfully kissing her breasts and occasionally nibbling on her nipples.

Susan saw the contented, extremely satisfied smile on her face and grinned, "My, my. You certainly seemed to enjoy that."

"Mmmm-hmmm, oh yes."

Susan rolled over so she was lying side by side with the brunette, "Pity we don't have room service, we could stay here all day and fool around."

Natassia giggled, "I could call Anton, I'm pretty sure he would cheerfully come and perform 'room service' on both of us."

"Mmmm, tempting, but I don't think so."

"Oh?"

"Well, he'd bring Kady."

"What's wrong with Kady?"

"Absolutely nothing, she's great, but I bet she'd invite Rufus as well, so, we'd end up with at least five of us having a bloody orgy in my bedroom."

"Sounds like fun."

"Oh, it does, but not today. I think today I want you all to myself."

Natassia smiled happily, "That's sweet. How about we lie here for a bit, then go get some drinks and nibbles, then come back and play the 'naughty schoolgirl game'?"

"There's a 'naughty schoolgirl game'?"

Natassia gave an evil chuckle, "There will be by the time we get back."

Marta lay on the couch with her back to Florence, as usual, the doctor had snuggled back against the nurse, and she luxuriated in the heat of her body. The larger woman had wrapped her arm around her, and she sighed feeling warm and safe. She was like a great big cat Marta thought, not a lioness, something sleeker, but just as dangerous, like a leopard, or maybe a panther. Several times she had tried to sneak through the apartment so as not to wake her or disturb her, but it never worked. Those green eyes would simply flick open, gaze at her for the briefest of moments and then lazily close again. Marta loved to watch her exercise in the mornings. The woman would stretch like a ballerina before performing a routine of advanced callisthenics, always balanced, never rushed, it was almost dance-like. Once Marta had peeped through a crack in the door and saw her practising with a short-bladed knife. The movements were simple, not complex at all, but executed with such fluid speed and deadly grace it was both terrifying and hypnotic to watch. Marta had moved ever so slightly to get a better view, and the blade simply vanished as the nurse turned her head to the door. Grinning she simply wagged her finger and wandered off for a shower.

Typically, Marta would drift off to sleep, and with Florence's arm about her, she knew there would be no nightmares. But tonight was different, tonight she had worn only a simple t-shirt to bed and other than a delicate amount of perfume she was naked underneath. her heart was beating furiously, and she nervously bit her lips as she slowly, carefully, slid her hand down until it rested ever so lightly between the nurse's thighs. After a few moments, she timidly moved her hand, so her fingers stroked across the front of the woman's pyjamas.

Florence sighed softly and her arm tightened very gently around the doctor.

Slowly, almost furtively, Marta allowed her hand to creep upwards and holding her breath, she began to slip her fingers under the waistband of the woman's pyjama bottoms. The guilty thrill coursing through her made her whole body tremble with excitement, her nipples were erect and she could feel the growing wet heat between her own thighs.

"Doc?"

Marta caught her breath and froze.

Florence's voice was a quiet murmur, "What's on your mind doc?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"That's not what I asked."

Marta felt her voice quiver, "Stefan will be back tomorrow, this might be my last night of sleeping here with you, of being held like this and I just wanted to..."

Florence breathed softly on the woman's neck, causing her to shiver, "Wanted to what doc?"

"I wanted to be with you, even if it's just one time."

Her voice was gentle, "You don't owe me anything you know doc."

"I owe you a lot more than that, but that's not why?"

"Why then?"

Marta rolled over and looked directly into those deep green eyes, "Because I'm incredibly attracted to you and I really, really want to."

"What about Stefan?"

The doctor inhaled the woman's fragrance and moved her mouth closer until their lips met. She kissed her gently at first, but with growing intensity, parting her lips to slip her tongue into her mouth. As she did so her hand stole fully down the front of her pyjama bottoms running her fingers lightly across the wetness she found there.

Eventually, the long passionate kiss broke, and a breathless Marta whispered, "I won't tell him if you won't."

Florence slipped one hand up under the woman's t-shirt and cupped her left breast, letting her fingers gently tweak and play with the erect nipple, before sliding the garment over her head, leaving the doctor lying alongside her, gloriously naked. Surveying the trembling woman she moved a hand slowly down her body, caressing and savouring the curve of her hips and the smoothness of her skin before moving between her legs. Marta looked into those hungry green eyes and shivered in anticipation as a finger slid easily into her.

The nurse ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and grinned, "Mmmm, sounds fair."

Mrs Beatrice, the housekeeper at the villa had a reputation for being hard, but fair. She wasn't unkind as such and could be completely sympathetic if need be, but she despised dithering. She disliked laziness, disapproved of tardiness, and had no tolerance of incivility, but her pet hate was dithering. When she instructed staff on a task, she expected it done and done correctly. If the staff member had an objection they should say so, not sulk, she would listen, consider their point and make her decision and as far as she was considered that was that.

To her Portia was the ideal employer, she gave Beatrice the tools, and the staff and told her what she expected. Then she left her to get on with it, without interference or comment, other than an occasional compliment directed to her and her staff when things went well. If on the incredibly rare occasion she was not entirely satisfied she went directly to Beatrice and said so, making it abundantly clear she expected whatever matter it was to be resolved timeously.

Mrs Beatrice had a great deal of time for Portia, she never dithered. In fact, though she would never admit it to a living soul, she liked the woman. She was the first to remember her birthday and actually go out of her way to not only provide a cake and the like but to actually attend in the kitchens and genuinely wish her all the best. It was a small thing perhaps, but it meant a lot. And she would never forget how when her father had passed away Portia had used the private jet to fly her all the way to England, with Gunter for company, to attend the funeral.

Natassia was understandably nervous when she was summoned to see Mrs Beatrice. Susan had offered to go with her, but Natassia declined with a smile, trying to explain how inappropriate her presence would be viewed by Mrs Beatrice.

Dressed smartly in a reasonably modest floral dress she rather timidly knocked on the door to the woman's office and waited. Almost immediately she heard the clipped voice from within.

"Enter."

Taking a deep breath Natassia complied, quietly closing the door behind her.

Mrs Beatrice sat behind her desk studying figures on a computer screen, but she politely stopped immediately as Natassia entered and gave the girl her full attention.

Natassia stepped to the carpet in front of the desk and bobbed a small curtsy.

"You sent for me ma'am."

"I did, would you have any inclination as to why that is?"

Natassia took a deep breath before taking the plunge, "I'm sorry. I've been spending a great deal of time with Miss Susan, and I must be neglecting my work. I promise! I can work harder, do more hours, whatever it takes, but please don't forbid me from seeing her."

Mrs Beatrice looked at the young woman without comment and for the briefest of moments, Natassia would have sworn she had seen the faintest flicker of a smile pass across her face.