Real Love Ch. 18

It takes him another ten minutes to find the guide on how to use the system and his eyes widen more than once at how it's set up. Each camera feeds back to a server which sharpens the image and adjusts the distortion and brightness, cleans up the sound and then feeds it to another series of servers which records the feed from every camera. If there was no motion or sound, then the cameras didn't record anything. It's remarkably detailed and efficient and if it was set up as a security measure in the event of a threat, then anyone inside the bunker would know more about what's going on outside than the people outside would.

He begins to scroll through the cameras one at a time, seeing lots of the staff at work, empty rooms and guest suites, the hive of activity that is the kitchens, Craig Alden holding a meeting with seven members of staff and of course, his friends and sisters hanging out at the beach.

He adjusted the feed to scroll back on a couple of the cameras and, satisfied he'd got the basics of it, he turns off the monitors and turns to the cabinet behind him full of DVD's.

It takes a few minutes of searching, but he eventually found a leather bound notebook behind the cabinet, listing the contents of each DVD. His eyes nearly pop out his sockets as he flicks through the pages.

"It's a fucking index to a private voyeur porn stash," he mutters. "Danny Packard's private fucking spank bank."

He drops the book and quickly nips into the lounge to grab a laptop, powering it up on his way back. It boots in seconds, and Brad traces a finger down the notebook. He stops and grabs the corresponding DVD from the cabinet and puts it in, opens the video software and selects the DVD.

An image flicks on the screen of well known couple entering the suite currently occupied by Stacy.

"Holy fuck," Brad murmurs as he begins to skip through the video.

The couple got undressed and slipped into bed together, touches turned into kisses and quickly they were fucking. He skips ahead several times, seeing them in different positions as they fuck. When he skips ahead again, the video changes, this time of the same women in the bathtub, masturbating.

Brad turns away and looks at the booklets full of DVD's in the cabinet, recalling the hundreds of names in the notebook, dozens of them famous actors, musicians, models, writers, athletes, household names.

"Jesus fucking Christ."

He knew instantly that there is no way he can ever tell anyone about this apart from Peggy and Stacy. This is just too explosive, too dangerous to ever come out in public. A private porn stash on hidden cameras of more people than he can count, the mother-lode of celebrity sex-tapes.

He looks back at the screen and flicks it forward, seeing the brunette actress, one of his personal favorites, face down on the bed with her ass up in the air, getting butt-fucked by the man who is now her husband.

"Fucking hell."

It isn't that it's a major turn-on, although in any other circumstances it would be instant boner material. The events of the last eight hours has weighed too heavily on him. He shakes his head and ejects the DVD, putting it back in it's place and he picks up the notebook, wanting to know if every one of these is a porn compilation.

He traced a finger down the list of known entertainers. This list goes on and on, with dozens and dozens of different well known names.

Each page of the notebook was for a different letter of the alphabet, organized by surname, with a date and a serial number of the DVD, and Brad begins to look for the most recent ones. He quickly cottons on that anything within the last few weeks has different handwriting, as Charles begins to add his own discs to the collection.

He spots one simply labeled Peggy, and frowns, trying to decide if he should watch it or not. Instead, he changes the page to W, and finds the disc labeled Bradley Weber. He grabs the corresponding DVD and puts it in the drive.

The footage that flicks on the screen shows him in the shower. He skips forward, seeing Kelly soaping his back for the first time. He remembers this scene. A slight smile appears on his face as he recalls what it eventually led to, but he frowns at the thought that their most intimate moments hasn't just been between the two of them.

"Fucking Charles," he grunts.

Brad flicks ahead again, finding the section where Sara comes to visit him during the night. He jumps too far and caught a head full of black hair bobbing up and down on his cock, so he takes it back, and watches from when he was asleep.

A figure paused in the doorway to remove a robe. It was hard to see details due to the position of the camera and the green-white glow of the night vision in the dark, but the figure gently placed the robe on the floor in the doorway, then begins to cautiously creep forward, her head lowered.

Brad's eyes narrows. Something isn't right here, but he can't quite put his finger on it. It just feels... odd.

Sara pauses at the edge of the bed, her face hidden by her hair, but her slim, taught frame visible on the screen. Brad feels his heartbeat quicken slightly in anticipation of what he knows is to come as he watches the dark-haired girl slowly lift his sheet back and begins to tease a finger slowly up his cock, wakening it, making it grow.

She moves, positioning herself, bent at the waist above him on the bed and her long black hair begins to touch his face. He watches as he wakes up and she lays half on him, her hand reaching down to stroke his erection, then how she holds back from him as he tried to kiss her.

Her hair covers her face, but Brad can't help but admire her body as she sits up on him and takes his cock inside her. He watches as his hand reach up to touch her breast, and that niggling feeling comes at him again.

Sara begins to grind him hard as he watches and she grabs his wrists and pushes them down on the bed, holding him down, and then it clicks, the nagging thing that has been annoying him. The complete absence of any tattoos on her skin.

"That's not Sara," he mutters with a sinking feeling and just as his brain reaches the conclusion, the woman on the screen flicks her head back, revealing her face for the first time.

"Peggy!"

Brad sits with his mouth wide open, frozen as a dozen different emotions rush through him, everything from shock to denial, arousal to disgust.

"Jesus, Peggy," he murmurs moments later as she slides off his lap and sucks his cock. This is too much and he can't comprehend what the hell she's thinking, knowing he's her brother.

"I mean, me and Stacy hooked up but we didn't know," he says aloud, talking to the screen. "You knew, Peggy. What the fuck?"

He watches as he stiffened and then cums in her mouth. He can see her cheeks sucking hard on his cock and he remembers the exquisite feeling of it. Brad's cock begins to stiffen and he shifts uncomfortably, feeling disgust with himself at his arousal.

"You knew," he mutters.

He watches as Peggy swallows his cum down and smiles in the darkness, then watched her hop backwards off the bed, stumble a little, then reach down and grab her dressing gown and darted out the door before he could turn the light on.

"Holy fuck."

The video on the screen changes to Brad back in the bath, asking Kelly if it was her last night and he ejects the DVD, puts it away and shuts the laptop down. Brad closes the cabinet and heads back upstairs, not even checking to make sure there's no one around when he exits the stairs behind the bar. He feels like he's on autopilot as he enters his suite, strips and gets in bed.

His mind is whirling with thoughts. What the hell was she thinking? And how come when he'd confronted Sara about it she'd admitted it was her when it wasn't? Was it just sheer blind luck that Sara hopped off the bed the same way Peggy did, and that led to everything that had happened with Charles?

"Fuck my life," Brad murmurs.

"What?" Kelly mutters.

"Nothing. Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you," he says softly, slipping in behind her.

She pulls his arm around her, nestling her body into him, holding him tight.

"It's okay. Can't you sleep?"

"Nope, went down to the bunker."

Kelly moves herself to her side, propping her leg over his and turns to look at him, all sleepy and cute.

"What did you find?" she wonders.

Brad doesn't want to reveal who the boogeygirl is so he does his best to avert attention away from that subject.

"I found there is a porn stash down there that no one will believe," Brad says.

She watches him carefully for a moment, then says softly, "Is it footage of me?"

Brad shakes his head.

"No, not just you, but of you and me, together. All week long. He was preparing to blackmail us and there was little we could have done about it, if we waited any longer."

She looks away and takes a deep breath.

"Did you delete it?"

"Not yet, but I will later."

Kelly wakes up in a instant.

"You have to! Promise me, Brad, please?" she says, her expression intense.

She seriously doesn't want the videos getting out. Neither does he.

"Believe me Kelly, I will. I promise."

"Okay Baby... Time to get some sleep."

Just as Brad is about to fall asleep, he wonders why Kelly knew nothing about the saferoom and wonders if his own father was as much a pervert as Charles.

* * * * *

Kelly doesn't sleep much more. Brad barely sleeps at all as Debi arrives while Brad is out having a smoke on the balcony. He realizes they didn't have a chance to chat since yesterday and she has no knowledge of what happened during the night.

"I'm sorry I overslept Brad. Am I in trouble?" she asks.

"No, you're not in trouble, but have a seat. I need to catch you up on what happened this morning," Brad says.

She sits down next to him as Brad explains and she's wide-eyed at the revelations of what Charles had been up to. As he runs through the version of events that they settled on telling everyone, she, like many of the Island staff, isn't that surprised.

"The bottom line is, Charles was spying on Kelly like a stalker. I learned that from the helicopter ride I took with Sara. At that time, Sara was living in fear of Charles because he was blackmailing her to do sexual acts for him. I couldn't let this go and I had to deal with it. Charles also used Sara to drive a wedge between me and Kelly because Charles wanted Kelly for himself, sending her to my suite to break us up. She's the boogeygirl we spoke of before. "

"You were seriously pissed off at me when I took that ride, but what just happened with Charles is the result of that helicopter ride. I hope you understand, now, why I had to handle it and why I couldn't tell you everything. Charles has been escorted off the Island and will never do this again, I hope, at least not to us."

"I do understand Brad, and yes, I was pissed at you, but, I forgave you once you told me what was going on, and I forgive you now. In my eyes, you're our hero, the greatest boss in the world. Danny's guests and the Island staff owe you a big 'thank you' for doing what you did."

"You can chat with Kelly about it, if you want to. This was mostly about her."

Debi stands.

"Stand up please," she orders.

He does and she gives him the hug of all hugs. He holds her tight as she shakes in fear at what Charles was planning. He comforts her, telling her it's over now so no need to fear anymore. When she breaks the hug, she tenderly feels for the lump on the back of his head.

"It's huge Brad. Does it still hurt?"

"Not as much anymore," Brad replies. "I still get dizzy now and then, but getting better as time passes. Want to know what Terry said about it?"

"Sure."

"She said it looks like and engorged clit," he says and starts laughing along with Debi.

"It was so funny when she said it I got a splitting headache as a result, forcing me to stop laughing sooner than I normally would."

Debi get her laughing under control and hugs Brad again, tight.

Looking at Debi, Brad breaks the hug and says, "Debi, I'm sorry I scared you about the incident. It wasn't my intention to do that to you."

Looking at Brad, Debi says, "I know, Brad, and I appreciate your concern for me."

Debi initiates another hug and tightens her grip on him with tears in her eyes and her head on his chest, facing the suite. She's feeling emotional because of what he did for her and all the others Charles may have violated. Debi sheds a few more tears, but she's under control and proud of her boss.

Her response makes him think there's closure to this incident and it's over now. He holds her tight and Debi appreciates it. She feels the tension leave her body knowing Charles is no longer on this Island.

"I'm sorry I was reserved about this incident, Brad. It will never happen again."

"No apology needed, Debi. You had every right to react the way you did. I have no problems with it. I expected both of you to react and I knew there was going to be a confrontation with the two of you over this. I'm happy as hell it ended well," he says as he gives her a peck on her forehead.

Kelly is watching from inside the suite and her eyes begins to water. She sees the emotional response from Debi and is happy Debi is clear of the incident.

Debi gives Brad another hug, telling him she has to go cry with Kelly, then thanks him again and goes inside, giving Kelly a giant hug.

"I'm sorry Charles did what he did to you, Kelly."

"So am I Deb, but we can't change the past. It happened and it's over with. I'll feel this for a while longer so I'm not really over it myself, just dealing with it for now and for a few days into the future. Now we have to figure out how to move forward," Kelly says as she gives her a tight hug.

"If you need help dealing with it, I'm here for you, and Brad, if you want me to help."

"I'm sure we will rely on you Debi. Hugs will be the word for a few days... and you know who else can use a hug?"

"Who."

"Sara. She told the whole staff that she was the victim of Charles's abuse. She spilled her guts and then ran to her room crying. We have already given her hugs so anytime you desire, I would encourage you to give her a hug too."

"Okay Kelly, I will."

They hug again and it lasts longer than either of them thought it would. Then they cleared their tears and proceeded to finish packing up the clothes and anything else they needed for the trip to San Antonio, then on to LA. Brad goes downstairs to grab Ed and Casey to go for a walk round the Island.

They had a few questions, but after a couple of minutes he asked them if they can talk about something else, so Ed immediately begins to speculate about Casey's sex life with Margarita in the graphic way as only Ed can.

It's good to be distracted by the normality of his friends' conversations, Brad realizes, and the half hour they spend walking around is like a side-step from all the shit he dealt with in the last twelve hours. This conversation is one he knew he has to have before the day is out.

* * * * *

Despite their initial hesitation, the staff begins to open up to Craig about some of the issues they had with Charles, such as his reluctance to change some of the more inefficient procedures, his insistence on using specific suppliers from which they were convinced he got a kickback, and from several of the staff who complained about his inappropriate stares or occasional bizarre behavior.

There are also several reports about staff who left the Island in the past due to sexual harassment claims, but because Charles always had Danny's full support, no one could do anything about him, so he got away with it.

Brad, Stacy and Peggy have a private lunch with Craig and it's a subdued affair, with Craig bringing them up to speed on the reports from the various managers on the Island's staff.

This revelation leaves the three owners with mixed feelings. On the plus side, they are glad Charles is no longer in charge, as are most of the staff apparently, but Brad feels a little guilty that it's his actions that ultimately led to the demise of Charles.

On the other hand, if Charles wasn't doing what he was doing, there would be no reason for Brad to take any action at all. However, feeling happy about it makes him feel guilty and on more than one occasion, he has to push those thoughts aside and concentrate on what is happening in the present, and more important, the future.

Craig explains that he asked each of the Island's managers to produce a list of proposals by ten o'clock the next morning for improvements in their respective areas, and he's hopeful that things will be improving not only in terms of morale and efficiency, but also in financial terms.

After lunch, Kelly gets a call from Dr Kerr for Brad to come to her office.

"Brad, Terry wants to know if you can come to her office so she can look you over again before you leave."

"Sure. I guess now is as good a time as ever."

Kelly asks in a low voice, " Can I come with you?"

"Of course you can."

Kelly has a smile on her face as they walk hand in hand to the doc's office. As they sit down, Doc wonders why Kelly is there.

"Is it okay with you that Kelly is here Brad. I need your approval before I proceed."

"It's okay Doc. No problems with me."

"Lay back on the table if you please," she says with a smile, "while I put this rolled up towel under your neck."

She examines his head and does several other checks before talking to him.

"Physically you're returning to normal. You will have headaches and dizzy spells for a few more days, but after that, the effects won't be as bad and will eventually disappear altogether in side of two weeks. You may sit up if you like," Terry says.

He does, but needs help.

"Now, that takes care of the physical Brad. My concern now is what is going on in your head. Do you feel guilty about having to fire Charles?"

Brad hesitates, then answers, "I feel guilty, on one hand, that something I started got him fired, but on the other hand, nobody forced him to blackmail an employee, so on the other hand, I also feel vindicated. I wish I knew about this sooner, though. I would have fired him long ago."

"A good, healthy attitude Brad. Just remember you didn't start this, Charles did. All you did was stop him from hurting others on the Island. You should be very proud of that. At your request, I went to see Sara and she said she's proud of you. I imagine most of the staff is proud of what you did, now that it's sunk into them what happened."

"Thanks Terry. I feel pretty good about it over all, but I don't really like firing people. What he did was unforgivable in my book. That's why I fired him, even though he has many years of faithful service, but also, many years of undetected crime."

"Glad to see you still have a level head Brad. See you when you get back."

"Thanks Terry."

As Brad and Kelly leave her office, they meet up with his sisters and start some small talk when Brad's business phone rang. Kelly answers it and walks off talking. Brad suggests to Stacy and Peggy that they go down into the bunker.

It was received well by his sisters and off they go.

Once they were down there, Brad explains to them about the secret porn stash. It's an extensive collection of visitors to this island and what they do in private. There's sex tapes with some very important people that would cause a scandal if released, and some arguments between couples.

"Listen to me for a second girls. Kelly didn't know about this safe room before now so I'm wondering if Charles, and our father, were doing this together. We may find proof if he was so keep your eyes peeled for clues."

"Do you think he did Brad?"

"I don't know for sure, but I can't think of a reason why Kelly didn't know about the existence of the safe room and it makes me wonder. She knows about the saferooms in other houses, but not this one. He had this built, he paid for the surveillance system so he knows it was here. Maybe this is why he never had a serious relationship with anyone after our mother died."