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Island Girl 2/4
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ISLAND GIRL
(by Eros)
Part 2.
"What the fuck is happening down there, Harry? Tell me why you're not
on the damn plane."
Field Supervisor Fiedelman was his usual jittery self, but that's how
lots of people react to being in a job they're unqualified for. Even in
our business, people get promoted until they reach a level they can't
handle, which is where they stay until someone comes up with a way to can
their asses.
The only good news was that our conversation wasn't face to face. I
was still on the island, Fiedelman was in Virginia. Our connection was
courtesy of the company satellite telephone I had set up in my hotel
room. My signal went out scrambled and was decoded on downlink, pretty
much standard procedure.
I explained to Fiedelman about the thing Jack had for Juanita. I said
that Fiedelman should have told me about the relationship. Fiedelman
claimed it was news to him, but that was par for the course.. he was a
career liar.
"What you do, Harry," he ordered, "is you fuck this little island slut
and make sure Jack knows about it."
"That could shatter the poor guy."
"Ask me if I fucking care. Do you think I fucking care? Just get Jack
Brewster off that island, Harry. I don't care if it's kicking and
screaming in a rubber bag. Just do it!"
The next night, Jack, Juanita, and I had dinner together in a small
village restaurant that actually was the living room of the chef's
hillside house. Wonderful spicy cooking aromas drifted out through open
windows while the singing of tree frogs came in as a sort of payment in
kind.
Although I hadn't seen him consume much liquor during the day, Jack
was pretty well plastered by the main course. Maybe age was catching up
with him. He couldn't hold his rum like he used to. Juanita didn't seem
to mind, she thought it was funny when Jack's elbow slipped off the
table. But she had that way about her, an almost magical twinkle in her
eye, as though she found everything amusing and fun, if not erotic.
I had tried to reason with Jack all day. "They want you out of here,
Jack. Bad. If you don't go with me now, who knows who they'll send next
time." I tried to make that sound sinister, but even in his drunken
state, Jack didn't bite.
"Shit, Harry, you think they're gonna send someone to kill me. Jesus,
this piss-ant government won't even assassinate a foreign dictator
anymore. They'd rather send in a million fucking marines. We're always
the good guys except when we're enforcing ourselves. Fuck 'em Fuck 'em
all!"
Jack's attempt to pound the table with his fist missed and landed in
his lap. Juanita laughed. So did Jack.
"I think I just castrated myself, honey," he bellowed.
I smiled, too, but was a little sad. It looked like Fiedelman was
right. My only chance of getting Jack off the island might lie in getting
my cock into hot little Juanita, and making sure Jack found out. It
wouldn't be all that difficult a job considering the way Juanita came
onto me whenever Jack wasn't around. And, hell, she was one of the
sexiest pieces of ass I'd ever met... The things we do for our country.
By the time we left the restaurant, Jack was in no condition to walk,
let alone drive, so I drove Jack's Range Rover back to the beach house.
Jack was asleep.. or unconscious.. across the rear seats. Juanita was
beside me up front, elbow out the window, long hair whipping in the warm
breeze.
"Do you ever not smile?" I asked.
She turned toward me just as we passed beneath a street lamp, the
light provided me a quick, explicit glimpse inside her thin blouse. She
saw me looking.
"I always smile," she replied, eyes wandering down towards the lump in
my crotch, "when I think about nice things."
I turned my attention back to the winding road, not wanting to miss
the turnoff that coursed down to the beach like a drunken river. As Jack
snored behind me, I proposed, "Later tonight, do you want to....?"
"Yes." Juanita's hand came to rest on my thigh. Her mere touch got me
hard.
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