Buzzard Bay (33 page)

“I’d love to Mark, only I don’t have anything to wear.”

I figured that it would be this way. Lena was used to being a kept woman. Even when she ran her own escort business, her men friends bought and paid for every favor they got from her. It was the way she had been taught from birth to do business. She loved everyone and gave nothing away. I played the game.

“It’s a beautiful day, why don’t we go shopping this afternoon?”

“That would be nice,” she says. “Pick me up at four o’clock, I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby.”

I find her to be very thrifty; she could have bought a dress for US$5,000 but likes one for $4,500 better, probably because it covers less.

“Maybe we could find some jewelry to go with it,” I suggest. watching as the wheels in her mind turn.

“I will wear some jewels tomorrow night. If you like them, you may buy them for me.” She runs her fingers along my face.

“If they’re as beautiful as the woman wearing them, then they must be made a match.” It sounds corny to me but bring a shine to Lena’s eyes.

Everyone wears a tux but me, which is all right now because I am not expected to. Lena is absolutely stunning, her hair piled high on her head. “I don’t suppose that’s to make sure I see the necklace,” I think.

When I dance with her, I can feel everyone watching, Lena knows it too and glows in the attention. I drink too much and become far too brave. Lena is a beautiful dancer and actually seems to encourage me as I begin to fondle her and dance crotch to crotch. She becomes very flushed and just as Carol had shown me in the finest European fashion, she begins to fondle my crotch as we sit at our table.

As the night goes on, Lena becomes braver. I have no chance to dance with anyone else; Lena has herself wrapped me so tight, no one can tear us apart. When we sit down at our table I feel her hand undo my fly and pull out my penis. Her eyes are on my face waiting for a reaction. I give her one by running my tongue up between her breasts. Her hand is doing its job. I am becoming very hard.

“Um my,” she purrs. “You are an interesting man, aren’t you? No wonder women fall all over you with a weapon like that.”

“You like it,” I whisper in her ear.

“I love big cocks,” she tells me. “I’ve seen lots of them, believe me. You are magnificent.”

I look at her smiling, “You’re telling me I’m a big prick.”

he pushes at me jokingly, “You don’t believe me, maybe we should get a second opinion.”

itting on the other side of me is a bored looking black woman. She is pretty, although plump, as many Bahamian women tend to be as they get older. It gives them a voluptuousness that many men admire, and she certainly hung out over the table admirably. I know her husband. He is a junior minister in the government. I had seen him at the club the other night with a young white girl, and tonight he is paying little attention to his wife, table-hopping by himself.

“Excuse me,” Lena says to her, “but I’ve always heard that black men are bigger than white men, is that true?”

The black woman looks at Lena in surprise and laughs, “I’ve never had a white man, and I haven’t seen my husband’s for so long, I forget what it looks like. So I’m not really an authority on men’s sizes.”.

“I bet your memory will come back if you feel what I’ve got under the table,” Lena tells her.

The woman looks at me and then around the room. She reaches down groping till she finds my shaft. Her hand is cold, startling me a bit, making me even harder. Lena’s hand goes to my balls as the black woman explores my erection.

“Jeez,” her breath quickens, “I can hardly get my hand around its head.”

o I wonder what the poor people are doing today, I think, totally enjoying myself. Lena has no intention of stopping here.

“Why don’t you go down and have a closer look. You don’t mind, do you, Mark?”

“I definitely think it needs looking after,” I say, fighting to keep my voice even.

The black woman looks over to where her husband is talking to a couple of women. She raises her brows and then slides under the table. I’m sure the last thing I see disappear are her big tits. Lena kisses me passionately, watching the pleasure on my face as I feel the woman’s tongue on my cock.

“Oh, Lena you’re so good to me,” I growl. “You really know what a man likes, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she says. “Thank you for the dress.”

I feel the juices begin to build up in me. Lena feels me shiver as she holds me and nibbles on my ear; my hand is inside her dress.

“I can feel your body building up,” she gasps. “You’re going to blow soon. I’m going to come with you.”

The woman under the table has my cock a long ways in her mouth now. She slides her lips along my shaft in short quick strokes making the top of my head feel like it is blowing up. Lena grabs me and holds me tight as my balls explode, causing my body to convulse. I hear the woman under the table choke as she swallows my cum. She has the head of my cock on fire; it throbs so much it almost hurts as the woman continues to suck on it until I feel her slump against my knees, her head resting on my lap. I put my hand under the table and stroke her hair.

Lena sits back and straightens her dress. I’m not one to recover fast. When I have sex, it always takes me a while to get my shit together. Probably this is why I don’t see the black woman’s husband coming until he sits down beside me.

“Have you seen my wife?” he asks.

I just stare at him stupidly, but Lena comes to my rescue. “She’s on the dance floor with the cutest young man you have ever seen.” He looks around trying to find her on the crowded floor. “Would you like to dance with me?” Lena asks him. “Perhaps we can find her.” The husband jumps up falling all over himself to escort Lena to the dance floor already forgetting about his wife.

“Is it safe to come up now?” she asks.

“Now’s the time,” I answer. She has one hell of a time getting those big tits up through the narrow space between the table and the wall. I think it is only fair I help her, so I grab them and kind of wiggle them around until they pop up above the table.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced, my name is Mark Bertrand.”

“Yes, I know,” she says. “My husband told me who you are. He didn’t tell me about the rest of you.”

Your husband’s a fool,” I tell her, “I bet he has no idea you’re such a dangerous woman.” She leans her head against me for an instant. “Thank you for everything.” She gives me the most beautiful smile.

Lena brings her husband back and quickly whispers in my ear. “Let’s get out of here.”

I go to follow her, but she catches my shoulder. “Put it back in your pants before all the other girls see that thing.” She works on me all the way back to the hotel. By the time we get out of the elevator on the top floor, I am ready. Luckily, it is the penthouse suite because she leads me by the cock down the hallway to my door and then right into the bedroom. She undresses me, but I hardly know it. I sit on the bed as she does a striptease for me, then she comes to me and bends down to lick my cock. Its been a long time since I’ve had a condom installed on me, but it feels good having her fingers slide the rubber down over my shaft.

It makes me feel better, somehow that thin bit of rubber makes fucking her more of a business proposition than intimate lovemaking. She stands over me on the bed and puts my head between her legs telling me to lick her before lowering herself onto my cock; she is much smaller than July and easier to handle. She seems so small and fragile I’m scared to move in case she breaks like glass. That doesn’t last long.

“I want all of you,” she growls, grabbing my shoulders and pulling herself up and then driving down on my erection. Her face contorts, and I feel her shiver way down inside. She buries her face on my chest until she is done with her orgasm.

he sits still for a moment looking into my eyes then slowly begins moving up and down again until she reaches climax. “It’s been so long since I’ve come like this,” she pants. Her nipples are standing out at least half an inch. I bend down and lick them as she moans with pleasure. Suddenly, she rises up and places her legs under herself. She puts the tip of my cock just inside her.

“I want you to come in me,” she purrs, and together we began to move up and down in rhythm. I hold on to her ass for dear life as she impales herself on my phallus. I feel myself let go, all my juices pump out of me. Lena’s long nails scratch my shoulders and back. Her back arches, I can feel her orgasms pound through her body. I fall over backward on the bed; we fall asleep with her still on top of me.

In the surveillance room, Carol watches as the two lovemakers go through their last throes of passion and collapse on the bed. This job is worse than watching porn movies, she thinks; damn, I’m horny. She waits an hour before she goes into Bob Green’s bedroom. The dim light outlines the two naked figures on the bed as she goes through Lena’s handbag and then places a small microphone to the underside of it. She looks at the bed. “You’ve got her body, now you have to get her mind,” Carol thinks as she leaves the room. It’s going to be an interesting tomorrow, she thinks, wondering what she would tell July Green when she asked her what had happened last night.

Henekie dreaded calling Grundman and telling him the Green girl had gotten away on him, but he braced himself; it had to be done. He was surprised when Grundman didn’t give him a chance to tell what happened. “The U.S. feds picked Green up a few days ago,” he told Henekie. “We’re trying to find out where they’ve taken him. You might as well come down here. We might have some work for you in the meantime.”

omething’s terribly wrong, Henekie thought as he hung up the phone. Well, Grundman’s paying the bills, so he’d do as he was told, but he was going to do a little looking on his own when he got down there. Things were getting very interesting.

TWENTY

I
WAKE UP WITH
a slight headache and an arm full of flesh. “I’m home,” I think, but the dream soon fades to reality. “This is not July in my arms, and this is not home.”

Lena opens her eyes and smiles. “Good morning, Mark.”

I caress her face; my eyes see a young woman wise far beyond her years. I wonder why such a beautiful young girl is hanging around with the likes of Grundman and Waddell, but I guess youth and beauty are everything in her business.

“She’s vulnerable,” I think as I drop my head and kiss her; she’s looking for a man to look after her, and she needs to find him soon. I know one thing: if she stays with these characters, she won’t last long. If I can convince her to turn on them, the answers to many questions will be answered.

“Let’s shower,” I hear her say through my thoughts.

We wash each other making sure certain areas are cleaner than others. When we get out, I have a real boner. She laughs and takes a cloth from the bathroom counter. “I don’t give shoe shines,” she tells me, “but it’s kind of my trademark to make sure a man’s knob is shined in the morning before he leaves.

“I’m not quite ready to leave yet,” I tell her.

While she works on my knob, I sit on the toilet and phone Carol to tell her I wouldn’t be in today.

“How’s it going?” she asks.

I look down at Lena and my shiny knob. “Yes, I’m a little under the weather,” I tell her, “but the doctor’s here now, and I’m feeling better already.”

Lena rolls the rubber down over its head and then down the shaft. “It feels so good when you do that,” I tell her.

he shrugs her shoulders. “It is my job to bring pleasure to men,” she says. “It’s what I’m good at.”

We lie on our sides in the bed; her back is to me, and I slide my cock into her. A lazy man’s fuck, but we are lazy, and it is a comfortable way to talk business.

“So do you like the necklace,” she asks me.

I hadn’t noticed she’d put it on. I push her hair to one side and look at it. “Who does it belong to?” I ask her.

“Grundman,” she answers simply, waiting to see what I would say.

“Where did that creep get something like this?”

“One of the men who works for him owed him money. It’s what he told me,” she says.

“Must have been quite a debt,” I tell her. “That jewelry’s worth a few bucks.”

“He wants $75,000 US for it.

I whistle. “That is some debt.”

“He told me something about a botched job. I don’t pay much attention to him,” she says. “He’s such an asshole.”

“Could be it’s stolen?” I ask her. “Maybe it’s hot.”

“Probably was at one time,” she answers, “but it came with Grundman, and he got it from someone called Henekie. I think it’s been through enough hands now. No one’s going to trace it.”

Henekie was the name we had heard in Holmes’s house. This is a lot to digest, and I lie silent for a moment trying to piece everything together.

“You had better stroke that thing a bit,” she giggles. “Or it is going to fall right out.”

Time to sort this all out later; I come back to the present and begin stroking into her regaining my prominence and gaining a small moan of satisfaction from Lena.

“I want to talk to you about something else, Lena. If I buy this necklace, I want something in return.”

“You mean I’m not enough,” she sounds disappointed.

“Yes, you’re enough, if I get all of you.” I kiss her back. “I think you’re capable of using much more than your body,” I say to her. “I need someone to look after my affairs here as well as to look good on my arm.” She remains silent, so I go on. “I’ve found over the years that it is beneficial to make a woman my partner. They’re tougher, and yet men tend to underestimate their abilities.”

“What is it that you have in mind, Mark?”

I can tell she is interested. “I’m going to take over these islands, Lena, and I want you to look after them for me.”

“What makes you think I’m capable of all this?” she asks.

“Instinct,” I tell her. “Carol’s a good business head, but she doesn’t have your charisma or the ability to knock a man off his feet and screw up his mind.”

“I’m not sure you have the power to take these islands,” Lena says. “Manly Waddell has some very influential people behind him. Both he and Grundman want me to tell them everything you tell me.”

“The two of us can do it, Lena. We’ll start by driving a wedge between the two of them. We’ll let the best man win unless of course you prefer to stay on their side.”

“Grundman’s a perverted little prick,” she spits out, “and Manly will dump me as soon as someone else comes along. You’re making me play a dangerous game, but at least you offer a future. That is, if you can stand up to Manly.”

“I’ll give you the option of staying neutral for a little while,” I tell her. “I understand you don’t know much about me, so I’ll give you time to see what I can do.”

I’ll have to tell Grundman and Waddell something,” Lena replies.

“I want you to tell them everything,” I tell her “I especially want you to tell Waddell that Grundman told me to buy a farm on Andros Island and got $300,000 for making the deal,then I’ll make a deal to buy the necklace for you if you agree to my terms.”

he pulls away from me and rolls onto her back. She lifts her legs and spreads herself open to me. “Let’s consummate the deal,” her voice is like velvet.

I climb on top and put her legs over my shoulders, power-stroking into her until our worlds explode.

I order her a sundress, sandals, and panties from her favorite dress shop to be delivered before we return to the shower. She laughs that I didn’t order her a bra.

It’s a shame to cover these up at all,” I say, lathering her breasts with soap.

I take her shopping in the Straw Market. She buys lots of what I would call junk, but it makes her happy, and that is my main intent.

It is late in the afternoon before we get to Grundman’s office. He seems happy to see us. I tell him I am happy with the expediency in which he has completed our transaction.

“I haven’t been here long,” he tells me, “but I know how things work here, and I know the right people to get it done. I hope we can do more business in the future.”

“You can be assured of it,” I tell him. “In fact, Lena tells me you might part with some jewelry,” I run my hand along Lena’s cheek and then down to the necklace. “I think it was made for her, and I’d like for her to have it.” She pulls my head toward her and kisses me. I’m sure Grundman has the idea that I am enthralled with her.

I fold my legs and clasp my hands on my knee. I want to make sure the speakerphone in my ring picks up all that is said.

“That’s an exquisite piece of work,” I tell him. “Wherever did you get it?”

Grundman seems anxious to stress the fact that he is someone with authority in the Bahamas..

“I have people in my employ who have the ability to find almost anything you might desire,” Grundman tells us.

“What you’re saying,is that you not only handle business deals, but you have people who perform certain jobs if you so desire.”

“Almost anything you desire,” he says, watching me closely.

“You’re a very interesting man, Mr. Grundman, I’m sure I will appreciate having you around,” I tell him.

He looks very pleased with himself. “I’m sure I can give you a very good deal on that necklace, say, US$60,000.” He pulls open a drawer and gives me a letter. It states basically that the necklace has been appraised at $75,000US by an approved jeweler here in Nassau.

I have no idea whether it is authentic or not but decide to dicker a bit. “US$50,000 in cash,” I tell him. “Take it or leave it.”

I can see the wheels turning in Grundman’s head. “How badly does he want it?” he was thinking.

I know he also wants my business. I take the necklace off Lena’s neck and lay it on his desk. “Good day, Mr. Grundman,” I say, and begin leading Lena from the room.

“Okay, okay,” Grundman shouts. “That’s cash? When do you want it?” Grundman asks.

I turn to Lena, “I’m sure you are anxious to have it.”

he is so excited, she’d have screwed me right there on the floor if I’d wanted, but she restrains herself. “Yes,” she says, “the sooner the better.”

“Tell you what,” I say, “you can have the money tonight. I have a meeting, but Lena can bring you the money and collect her necklace.”

“Great!” Grundman shakes my hand, and we leave the building.

“You’re willing to let me do this on my own,” Lena asks after we are back in the limo. She pulls down her dress and rubs her nipple across my face.

“This is the test,” I tell her, putting her tit back where it came from. “If you’re going to fuck me around, now’s the time to do it, only make sure you get a running start because if I find out you are screwing with me, they’ll find that pretty little body of yours floating tits up in the ocean.”

Lena pouts, but I know she takes me seriously.

“I don’t care if you fuck him when you go there tonight, but any information you can get from him about what he or Waddell are up to might prove interesting to me,” I tell her.

he looks shaken; maybe she had thought I was just another John. “Well, now she knows different.”

We stop in front of her apartment, and I walk her to the door. “I think we’re going to have a long and profitable career ahead of us,” I say, kissing her cheek.

he smiles, looking better and goes inside.

Lena lay on the couch, her mind reeling; never had she been surrounded by so many powerful and dangerous men before. It scared her, yet exhilarated her. Soon though, she knew she’d have to make a choice. Grundman was the weakest, she decided. The other two would use him to get at each other; it was just a matter of time.

Once she had the necklace, his power over her was gone, but who was the stronger of the other two? Who was powerful enough to overcome Waddell and his Colombian boss; was it Bertrand?

he wanted him to be. A shiver went down her spine. “What a team we would be,” she thought, but still Waddell seemed unbeatable, and her life depended on backing the winner. She fell asleep.

A sharp pain between her legs caused her eyes to open wide. Manly was bent over her, his hand under her night dress. “I just wanted to see if Bertrand wore it out,” he said to her, moving his hand and wiping it on her gown.

“How did you get in here?” she asked.

He shrugged, “There’s no place in Nassau that I can’t go.” He unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his half-limp cock and hung it in Lena’s face. “Suck on this for a while, baby, and then I’ll make you forget all about that slimy fuck.”

Lena was tired from the day with Bertrand, and the last thing on her mind right now was sex, but there was no refusing Manly. She opened her mouth and accepted his rapidly swelling member.

“So did he tell you anything interesting?” Manly asked.

Lena pulled his cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “Not that I remember.” She put it back in her mouth and began to suck again, but Manly shoved it down her throat, choking her. She gagged, fighting for breath. Slowly, he pulled it out leaving it half an inch from her face. “You do that again, and I’ll bite it off,” she gasped.

His eyes became pinpricks. He flipped his cock and slapped her in the face with it. “You bite me,” he snarled, “and I snap your back, leaving you paralyzed for the rest of your life. Now, what did he tell you?”

he was very frightened now. “Grundman sold him a farm on Andros,” Lena told him.

“What do you mean a farm?” Manly quizzed.

“I don’t know, he just told me Grundman sold him a farm for a million dollars. He said it was a real steal.”

Waddell’s face turned to a look of rage, “There’s only one farm on Andros worth that kind of money.” The reality of it all hit him, and he began to holler. “That little prick. Why didn’t he tell me before he made the deal?” He began shaking Lena, “Is Grundman working for Bertrand now,” he yelled. “Is he?”

Lena was terrified; she had never seen Manly like this, she was sure he would kill her. His hands closed on her throat. She tried to act calm. “Don’t be a fool, Waddell, I can help you,” she told him. He held his hand on her throat for a while longer, and then to her relief, he let her go.

“I want to know every move those two guys make,” he told her. “If I hear one of them has a shit and you don’t know about it, you’ll be shark bait in the bottom of the harbor.”

Lena watched as he stuffed his prick back in his pants. Then he flew into another violent rage. “That fucking little bastard, he’s dead meat.” Manly began throwing her furniture around the room smashing everything he touched. Lena lay silent, glad it wasn’t her he was tossing around, and then he left.

Lena had a shower and dressed. “I wish Mark would get here with the money,” she thought. Lena was worried that Waddell would kill Grundman before she got there, and then she’d never get her necklace. Finally, the doorbell rang, it was Mark’s driver. He gave her a package and left.

he counted the money, $50,000 in U.S. bills; it was all there. She ordered a taxi and took it to Grundman’s apartment. He lived near the top of a high-rise overlooking the harbor. The door was partially open. “That’s strange,” she thought, stepping through it. She was scared of what she might find. “Hello,” she yelled, searching the rooms and finding no one.

he noticed the curtains blowing in the open patio door to the deck. Stepping out into the warm air, she saw Grundman sitting naked in a chair.

“Hello, Lena,” his voice was slurred, and she could tell he was very high on something. “Did you bring the money?” he asked.

“Yes,” she held up the packet.

“Good,” he said, “just lay it on the deck for now, we’re going to play a little game.”

“Where’s your little consort?” Lena asked. “She’s your plaything, not me.”

“You best be nice to me if you want the necklace,” Grundman told her.

“Come on, Grundman, I brought the money, now where’s the necklace?”

“Out there,” he pointed.

he followed his direction and looked out over the balcony. Tied to a string from the balcony above was her beloved necklace. She walked over to the balcony and tried to reach it but the necklace was too far out from the railing. She looked down, which made her dizzy, and she stepped back. Grundman laughed.