Buzzard Bay (24 page)

Waddell leaned back in his chair and smiled. He remembered the two girls he had supplied to Grundman the last time he was here and what they had told him.

“Yes, that will make things a little more complicated, but there’s nothing that can’t be overcome. As far as the money goes, you can scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. In other words, I think we can do business.” They stood up and shook hands.

“Don’t worry about Holmes,” Grundman told Waddell, “ he will be taken care of!”

The next morning, Grundman phoned Holmes to meet him in Nassau. They met at Grundman’s hotel where he told Holmes to tell the people at the Andros project they were about to receive funding. Holmes was to bring them to Munich where he would meet them at his bank. Holmes did as he was told.

Two days later Holmes met with Green, Shonavon, and Drinkwater in the same hotel. “My contact in Germany is very interested in your project,” he told them. “If we are to handle this transaction for you, we will need some up-front money.”

“I will require US$10,000 up-front in cash to cover my expenses. If your project is accepted, you will require US$50,000 up-front in cash as collateral.”

Bob looked crestfallen, “Where in hell are we going to get that kind of money?”

Holmes told them that because the project was good, he would see what they could come up with. “I think it would be to your advantage if you could come up with close to this, Bob. The party interested in financing your project likes your expansion idea of a golf course and is willing to invest up to $22 million in this venture.”

This news excited all three, and Holmes hoped it would provide the incentive to come up with the collateral.

That night, the three men and their wives discussed the proposal. “It’s the only hope we have of continuing on here,” Bill Shonavon lamented. “If we get that kind of money, we can take over, lock, stock, and barrel.”

“Yes, I agree,” said Pearl Drinkwater. “Then we could pay our bills on time.” She was fed up of working in the office and being hounded for money.

“We have US$10,000 we can put in cash,” July stated. “That’s all the money we have.”

July knew they had a small account put away in Miami, but her instincts told her to keep that quiet. Besides, this was more than they actually had. She would probably have to borrow some of it. Maybe her family would help, she thought to herself. Still, she wanted the project to succeed. As far as she was concerned, the situation was the same for Bob here as it was when he was trying to save the farm in Canada. It was beginning to pull him down. Both the Shonavon and the Drinkwater families were grown up and gone.

With everything supplied on the project, they had been able to put away a good little nest egg the last three years. Bill’s equipment was mostly still sitting in his yard back in Canada as was Dale’s. They decided to borrow against their equipment to raise the rest of the cash. The ownership of the project would be divided up as to the amount of cash each of them would put up front.

They met back with Holmes in Nassau and told him they had the money and would be ready to go in a week.

“Meet me at the Nassau airport next Monday,” Holmes told them. “Remember, I have to be paid in cash before we go.”

July lay in bed squirming. Bob had just been on top of her, and they had made beautiful love. It had been a long time since she had seen him so excited. She’d felt the raw power as he drove into her; the thought made her shiver and wanted more of it. She could hear Bob in the shower, the image of water running down his body was too much.

he rose from the bed and tiptoed to the shower. She opened the door feeling the steamy heat hit her body as she stepped inside. She stood facing him looking him in the eye then closed her eyes letting the water run through her hair.

“July, damn it, I’ve got to catch a plane,” she heard him say with no conviction in his voice. She put her hands behind her head and moved closer, rubbing her breasts against his chest. She opened her eyes and smiled. He was no longer looking at her face; his gaze had dropped to watch those two beautiful mounds.

He watched the water hitting her breasts then pouring down between them like a waterfall. He brought his hands to her breasts and with his fingertips gently rubbed the tips of her already erect nipples. He raised his eyes to find she was watching him. “God, I love you,” he told her.

His eyes told her everything. She was so happy, tears came to her eyes. She kissed him passionately, her hands roaming over his body. She pulled back from him and deliberately placed her hands on her breasts.

“You just love me because I’ve got big tits,” she pouted.

“I love every part of you,” he told her, “and with what you’re doing to me, I’m going to show you how much in a minute.”

July looked down; she was surprised to see he was rock hard. Usually the second time she had to work on him a bit. His cock got her full attention now, as she dropped to her knees and held it in her hand. Bob smiled, “Sure, you just love me because I’ve got a big cock,” he chided her.

he didn’t seem to pay any attention to what he said. She seemed totally enthralled with what she had in her hand, exploring every part of it. Bob didn’t mind that she was concentrating on his cock; there was no way to explain the pleasure it gave him. In fact, he was happy he’d already made love to her that morning. The second time he’d have much more control, otherwise, his balls would be pretty tight right now. He felt her hold his sack in her hand.

“You must have blown your balls pretty good this morning.” She looked up at him, her eyes squinting into the falling water. “I can only feel one nut,” she told him.

“If you keep that up, it won’t take long to fill the other one up,” he quipped.

July didn’t answer; she’d returned her attention to his erect phallus. This discovery had excited her. She had felt his nuts like this before; usually it meant she was in for a long hard fuck. She put his member in her mouth and tried to deep-throat it, but she never had much luck; its head was just too big to get much more in her mouth, let alone try to shove it in farther. She sensed his body tighten; it made her feel so good to give him pleasure. She ran her tongue along its shaft then turned her attention to his sack, gently sucking on his balls.

Bob leaned back against the shower wall feeling the water pound against his body and July pound upon his very soul until he could stand it no longer. He reached down and pulled her up against the shower wall and entered her from behind. He beat against her rear, each stroke almost lifting her feet off the shower floor.

Her face was contorted with pleasure; the water made her body slippery as she fought to hold her footing on the slippery floor. She could hear the slap of their bodies coming together as he stroked into her, and then the orgasm overcame her and she felt herself sliding to the floor.

But Bob hadn’t finished with her yet. It was all he could do to pull her from the shower; July was a big woman. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her anywhere; she was built like a powerful athlete, but right now she was deadweight with no strength left to help him at all. He managed to lay her headfirst onto the bed, and then he entered her from behind again, but this time he was much more gentle, stroking her back to life.

He felt the strength coming back into her legs as she began to move with him. She raised herself up onto her knees and hands being careful not to lose his penetration. Bob reached forward and caressed her hanging breasts. A moan escaped her lips. He was up in her way too far; he was touching her soul, becoming part of her. She felt orgasm after orgasm pour through her body, and she collapsed again.

Bob lay beside her and ran his hands along her body still wet from the shower; or was it sweat, he wasn’t sure. Her wet hair stuck to her face; he brushed it aside as she opened her bright blue Nordic eyes and smiled at him.

“You’re not done with me yet, are you?” It was more of a fact than a question.

Bob looked down at his still swollen member, “No, but I think my other ball is filling up,” he told her.

“Well, climb on board,” she stroked his face, “and I’ll see if I can empty them.”

Bob turned himself till he could put his head between her legs and began to lick her vagina, his fingers finding her “spot” bringing her back to life with a start. She grabbed his cock feeling how soft the head had become as she caressed it with her lips. This stimulation was too much for Bob.

He turned himself around and entered her, his upper body supported by his arms. He looked down upon her his face full of love, his loins almost ready to give her a part of himself. She thought back to when they were young. She had asked him if he thought she was a good fuck. He tried to avoid the question, but she persisted.

“I know you were no virgin before we met,” she told him. “I’m so big and clumsy. Do you sometimes wish I was a skinny little thing that could wrap herself around you like a snake?”

He told her she was like a “747,” a wide-bodied jet built for comfort. “You, my dear, are built for a beautiful, comfortable ride, and there isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t like to take my place.”

he had pouted, but deep down she had taken it as a compliment. By the look on his face, he was enjoying the ride now. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his rear to spur him on. She watched as the passion entered his face, his cock stroking her violently; now she could feel his balls slapping against her ass. She heard strange sounds like a wild animal screaming, and then she realized they were coming from her lips. She tried to focus on Bob’s face; she wanted to watch him cum, to see his pleasure, but her body wouldn’t let her. They exploded together orgasm after orgasm griped her body and stole her mind as she pumped him dry.

Bob lay on top of July for several minutes unable to move. He’d love to have fallen asleep, his face full of her unruly hair drying, cuddled there with her for the rest of the day. He pulled himself from the bed and showered. Then he returned to the bed and began to dress, all the time looking at that beautiful body sprawled on his bed.

It was late afternoon in Munich. Grundman was also excited about his upcoming conquest. It always made him horny when he knew he was about to con some suckers out of their money. Now with Waddell’s request, it was doubly exciting. He and Greta had been “snorting cocaine” all afternoon, and now he was about to enjoy the ultimate experience.

Greta was mounted on his hard prick. She reached up and pulled the plastic bag down over his head, and then she slowly tightened the specially designed drawstrings on the bag around his throat. Grundman felt the blood rush to his head. His balls were on fire, the pleasure in his loins intense. Greta tightened the strings even more, and Grundman began to buck and gyrate his loins, but Greta managed to stay on top of him keeping his cock in her as far as possible.

Grundman had never felt such pleasure; he felt so powerless, so weak. He wanted Greta to let go, but his hands were helpless, and then everything went black. Greta held on tight to the bag, expecting Grundman to blow his load in her. Suddenly, she felt his body go limp and still.

he released the strings and pulled the bag from his head. “Maybe I killed him,” she thought. Serves the asshole right if I did. The idea excited her. She felt Grundman’s prick still hard inside her. She remembered hearing that men get a hard-on when they die. She placed her hands on his chest and began riding up and down on his cock, giving a little scream of satisfaction as she came.

Her gyrations caused Grundman to cough and begin to breathe again. Greta looked down at him with disappointment; “maybe next time,” she thought as she lifted herself off Grundman. He rolled over and began puking on the bed. She looked at him in disgust and headed for the bathroom.

Bob stood at the door with his suitcase in hand. “How can I leave something as beautiful as this?” he thought. July had thrown one of his shirts on and came out of the bedroom to see him off. She had deliberately left the top buttons undone so her breasts would be on display.

“Take it easy on those frauleins over there,” she said rubbing against him. “Save something for me.” She ran her hand teasingly through her tousled hair.

“Quit it, July,” he pleaded. “It’s hard enough to leave you when you behave yourself, let alone when you’re like this.”

“I just want to give you something to remember me by,” she pouted, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. “Good luck,” she told him, “and come back with lots of money.”

“That’s not all I’ll come back with.” He kissed her passionately as he reached under her long shirt to touch between her thighs.

“Hurry back,” she told him and pushed him out the door.

Both Bill and Dale were standing waiting for Bob next to the plane as he came up. Both of them were smiling knowingly. July and Bob’s romantic episodes were renowned throughout the project; they called July the screamer.

“You’re late,” Bill told him as Bob approached them, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Yeah, well, I got held up,” was all he would say as he entered the plane.

They met Holmes at the Nassau airport, gave him his money, and arrived in Germany the next morning. They caught a little sleep before noon when Holmes came and took them to lunch. He then escorted them downtown to meet Grundman.

They met at Grundman’s bank. It was an impressive building with high ceilings and pillars. Along one side was a row of busy tellers. On the other side were offices, some with glass surrounding them, some more private. It was into one of these offices that Grundman and the two men with him guided Bob, Bill, and Dale.

Grundman spoke very good English, but the other two, Grundman introduced as manager and chairman of the bank, could not speak very well at all. Grundman showed them some documents lying on the office desk.

“These are documents authorizing me to lend you $22 million dollars at 2 percent interest.” Grundman got right to the point. “In return, we will use the project as collateral plus the money you have presumably brought us.”

First Bob, then Bill, and finally Dale read over the documents. “Is this all there is to it?” Dale asked. “We just sign this paper and you give us $22 million.”