The Island Pt. 05

"What happened?" Charlene cried. "You said you had this."

"All I said was to start packing. We're going back to Hawaii to celebrate!" I clarified.

The evil look she threw me could probably have melted steel but I just laughed.

We explained everything that had gone on and both were happy that Ashley's original phone had been in usable shape.

"Now, you two go swim or work on your tans or something. Ashley and I have something we need to deal with upstairs in the bedroom," I said taking Ashley's hand and leading her to the stairs.

An hour and a combined total of 6 orgasms later, two of which were mine, Ashley and I made our way back downstairs. I broke out a bottle of champagne I had bought for the occasion and we all sipped and soaked up some sun by the pool.

"Almost a year ago I came over to see you with lasagna. We sat right here," Ashley said softly. "You sure know how to take things to new levels, Richard."

"I seem to recall that it was you who started making things rise, princess. Do you regret coming over to tease a helpless man who had just saved your life, then telling him you were in love with him?" I asked.

"Not at all. Although I could have done without the drama from your ex," she replied.

"You still have the outfit you wore that day?" I asked in a seductive voice.

"You'll find out tonight," she answered and leaned in to kiss me.

Erica came out of the house with a smile on her face and not much else. Her bikini bottom was so small that there was no need to use your imagination.

"He's not back yet. Mom's talking with Rob," she said and sat down across from Ashley and I.

Giggling she caught Ashley's expression and understood why I turned my head.

"Sorry," she said as she adjusted her bikini to actually hide her pussy.

"He's been putting in a lot of hours to make sure things get done right. I'm impressed with the progress," I said when I could turn my head back.

"Yeah but it keeps him from being able to talk to me. When are you getting internet on the island?" she asked with a whine.

"We're not. It's a place to get away from this world. Not sit in the woods and play on our phones," I replied.

"Well, just make sure he has my birthday off. I want to be able to see him when we celebrate, even if it is over five thousand miles away," she said.

"If he doesn't, make Richard fuck you with that beautiful cock of his to make up for it," a naked Charlene said coming through the door.

"No," Ashley said when Erica's eyes lit up.

"Oh come on. . ." Erica whined.

"No," I said rolling my eyes. "He'll be free from work that whole day."

"I think we need to get them back there and soon. They're both going into heat," Ashley said with a smile.

"That's close to calling me a dog, bitch," Erica said with a laugh.

"Just go fight it out in the water," I suggested.

As they got up to pretend to fight I reached out and pulled. They both had on bikini bottoms that tied on the sides and with quick tugs, both garments slipped to the deck.

Surprised looks changed to quick squeals as I shoved them into the pool. I stood watching as two beautiful, naked, women splashed and dunked each other and had to turn away. I was rock hard remembering a wet Erica in the shower from my dream.

Charlene followed my gaze and took my hand leading me inside the house.

"We're going to start supper. Don't drown each other," she called out to the girls.

As we entered the kitchen she hopped up on the counter to watch as I started washing vegetables for our salad.

"I want what you're giving my girls," she whispered.

"And what is it you think I'm giving them, sweetheart," I asked.

"You've seen Erica naked before and you've never gone hard. Something's changed," she replied.

"That's a long story and it is definitely not what you're thinking," I said.

"Then explain it, because right now I think you're fucking both of them. If that's the case then I want a turn," she said.

"I am most definitely not fucking Erica," I said in a hoarse whisper.

"Then what is it? She's beautiful but you've never had that reaction to her tits before," she whispered back.

"If I explain it and it gets back to her things are going to get weird around here. Promise me you'll keep it to yourself, even when drinking," I asked.

"You have my word," she replied.

I explained how at dinner back in Hawaii I had left out large parts of my dream when I had told the story, and proceeded to fill in the missing pieces for her. Charlene's eyes grew wide and she agreed that it should never be repeated. Especially in front of Henele. He and Erica had grown quite fond of each other but it was still too early in the relationship to put it to that kind of stress test. Unless it was absolutely necessary it would never be spoken of in front of them.

"How about never spoken of at all," I suggested.

More of ordered than suggested but I tried to remain polite. She nodded her agreement and we gathered up the salad and headed back out onto the deck.

"Ladies, I'm starting the steaks. Supper is in about ten minutes," I called out.

I started the grill and happened to glance towards the front of the house. From my angle I could see through the patio doors and straight to the road through the front window. A car had pulled up and two men were getting out. They were both in dark clothing and both kept checking their hips. It was almost ninety degrees outside and there was no excuse to be covered up so well unless you were hiding something.

As they left the car they seemed to move towards the side of the house and I immediately called the ladies over and told them to remain calm no matter what. When they understood what was going on they dressed quickly and went to peek over the side of the deck.

"No. The bitch said that the back door is always open. Don't you listen?" one of the men was whispering to the other.

"That's not the way they do it in the movies," the other man whined.

"Is this a fucking movie? No. Now shut up. We're here," the first replied.

I was cooking the steaks and the ladies were seated around the table as the two men quietly snuck up the steps to the deck. Somehow even sneaking they managed to hit every squeaky board I had and they cringed every time. I hadn't realized the steps needed so much work.

As they got to the top they froze, then both of them pulled out their guns. The second man dropped his and had to pick it back up. They both tried for menacing looks but ended up looking constipated instead.

"Freeze!" the first guy yelled. "Don't move!"

I shrugged and flipped the steaks.

"We ain't getting paid for four. What do we do?" the second whispered to the first.

"Shut up. I got this. Which one of you is Richard?" he yelled

I just stood there blinking for a moment, then looked at him as if he was stupid, but it didn't seem to phase him. Four people, three of which were women and this idiot was asking who was Richard. I quickly realized that these two were a few sandwiches short of a picnic.

"You got the wrong address buddy. No Richard here," I replied.

"Now what do we do?" the second whined in a whisper.

"Shut. Up." The first said to him.

"Fine, if none of you are Richard, prove it," the first continued.

"Can't," I replied.

"Why not?" he asked me.

"Because you're asking me to prove a negative," I replied. "That's not possible outside of theory."

"What?" he asked with a dumb expression.

"My name is not Richard. How can I prove that my name is not Richard if it isn't in the first place? It's not like I have any ID that says 'Hello. My name is not Richard" now do I?" I asked.

"Well, no, but you would have ID with your real name on it," he replied with a smug smile.

"But you didn't ask me to prove my name. You asked me to prove it wasn't Richard," I said.

"He's right. You did," number two said.

Number one took off his baseball cap and smacked number two a few times making him go quiet.

"Fine. Who are you?" number one finally asked me.

"I'm Rob. This is my wife Brianna, and these are my girls. You'll forgive me if I don't give you their names. They're young and impressionable and quite frankly, I don't think guys like you should be near them," I replied.

"What do you mean guys like us?" number two asked in an offended tone.

"Two guys come into my yard with guns yelling at us to freeze and calling me by someone else's name, and you think you're worthy of my daughters? Think again. If you had used the front door like a normal person then maybe we could have had a conversation," I replied.

"See. Told you we should have done it like in the movies," number two said smugly.

That earned him another beating with the baseball cap.

"Well if you're not Richard then the bitch gave us the wrong address," number one said to me. "Sorry to bother. We'll just be on our way."

"Wait a minute," I replied. "What address did she give you?"

"311 Rosemere Drive," he replied pulling out a piece of paper.

"Well you have the right address but the wrong person. Let me see that," I said.

Looking at the note I stole glances at the ladies. They were nervous but wanted to laugh at the same time.

"Here's your problem. That last number is a seven, not a one. You read it wrong. It's three doors down," I explained.

"What? Give it here," number one said.

Both men crowded in to look at the note again and I pointed out a very slight scratch at the top of the last number one.

"That's a one," number one said.

"Nah, kinda looks like a seven," number two said.

"Well I know my neighbors and can tell you for sure there is a Richard at 317. You might want to try there," I said with a smile.

"Told you," number two said and ended up with a hat beating him again.

"Well, we'll just be on our way. Sorry to scare the ladies," number one said.

"Hold on. Not so fast," I said to them. "Richard doesn't get home until ten tonight. It's only six o'clock now. You're going to be waiting for a long time. Would you like to join us for dinner while you wait? I can call and see if Richard is home and then you can go over and do whatever you were planning."

"I am kinda hungry," number two said to number one.

"Mighty kind of you sir," number one said to me.

"Sweetheart, could you get a couple of chairs for our guests?" I asked Ashley.

"Of course, daddy," she said with an emphasis on the daddy.

"Pumpkin tits, could you fetch us a couple of place settings for these fine young gentlemen?" I asked Erica.

The two men snickered at the name I used for Erica, and it was the reaction I was looking for.

"How many do you want, daddy?" she said catching on and playing dumb.

"Just two, please," I said.

"OK daddy," she replied and bounced off to the kitchen.

"I'll get the phone so you can call Richard," Charlene said and wandered off into the house.

"Come, sit. Now, how do you like your steaks?" I said to our two new friends.

"Any way you're making them would be fine, sir. We can't be choosy after what we just done," number one replied.

"Nonsense. Everybody has a preference. Let me put it this way, if this was to be your last home cooked meal for say, maybe five to ten years, how would you want your steak?"

Both men replied that they enjoyed a medium steak and I set two more on the BBQ.

Charlene came out with the phone and Ashley returned with two chairs. Erica came out of the house with two bowls and soup spoons and smiled blankly.

"This OK, daddy?" she asked.

"Perfect, my little melon ball," I replied.

Ashley just shook her head playing along and took them back inside to change them for plates and forks and knives.

When everyone had been seated I served the steaks and took Charlene's hand. She in turn took Ashley's who took Erica's. We bowed our heads to say grace and waited for our two would be murderers to join us.

"Dear lord, we thank you for the bounty you have provided for us this fine day. We thank you for giving us such wonderful weather and the chance to enjoy the great outdoors. Most of all we thank you for not naming any one of us Richard, because, well, that probably would have sucked today. We thank you for introducing us to our new friends and making sure we had enough food to be able to share. Please forgive us for any wrongs we may have done this day. Amen," I said.

The men started in on their meal while I pretended to call 'Richard's house." I secretly dialed emergency services knowing that if I didn't reply to their questions a car would be sent right away. They didn't mess around when it came to calls they received and always preferred to err on the side of caution.

"Hello? Ashley?" I asked. "It's Rob down the street at 311 Rosemere Drive. How are you?"

I heard the operator on the other end asking questions but she quickly went quiet when I started a completely different conversation than what she expected.

When the men heard I was talking to 'Ashley' they elbowed each other thinking that they were on the right track.

"I'm great. Listen, I was looking for Richard. Is he around by any chance?" I asked the operator.

She didn't reply except to ask if everything was OK.

"No. no. It's not like it's a matter of life and death. I'm just sitting here having dinner out back with the wife and kids and two new friends. Thought you might want to come over with your hubby and join us," I continued.

"Sir, a car is on its way. Can you tell me the nature of the emergency?" the operator asked.

"Oh sure. My arm is doing much better. In fact, still got two of them as far as I can tell, but I will say that the pain was murder to get through," I replied.

Our two new friends were giggling away at how stupid the conversation sounded. They thought Ashley was a complete airhead.

I heard the dispatcher repeat what I had said to the patrol car and immediately a call went out for backup.

"Listen, Ashley. Going back to having dinner. You hang in there. I'm sure Richard will be home soon. Let him know I called, would ya? Take care sweetie," I said and pretended to hang up the phone.

Placing it on the table carefully so that my new friends couldn't see that the screen was still active I started asking questions.

"So gentlemen, tell me about this Richard. What did he do that would require you guys to come out to finish him off like this?" I asked casually.

"We ain't supposed to talk about it," number one said.

"He's feeding us a mighty fine meal and he's just making small talk. Go on and answer him," number two said.

"Well according to the lady that hired us he cheated her out of everything she owned. But he did it by the courts so she's got no way to get it back. The only thing she can get now is insurance if he's dead," number one said.

"Really. How much insurance were we talking about?" I asked before stuffing salad in my mouth.

"Twenty thousand dollars. And she promised to split it with us fifty-fifty," number one said.

"Yeah. She's gonna give us five thousand dollars," number two said.

"Each?" I asked.

"No, we split it," he replied.

"Then you're getting ripped off," I said. "Half of twenty thousand is actually seven thousand. You may want to renegotiate before doing the job," I replied. "That would work out to four thousand for each of you."

"I told you you sucked at math," number two yelled at number one.

"Moving on. How are you going to do it? I mean most insurance policies don't pay if the person is murdered. At least not until the investigation is over. Coming in with guns blazing would definitely look bad," I asked.

"We is gonna to make it look like an accident. Like he was cleaning his gun and it went off," number one replied.

"Gotta be really close for that to look good. Need gun powder residue to be on his hands and body," I said.

"Told you we needed to be close," number two said.

The conversation went on for a few minutes and I managed to get them to describe the stunningly beautiful bitch who had hired them. They described my ex to perfection. As we finished our meals four police came rushing onto the scene.

Two came from inside the house and two up the back stairs. Our two new friends were quickly in hand cuffs and one of the officers motioned for me to pick up the phone.

"Thank you for not doing anything crazy, Rob," she began.

"Richard. There is no Rob," I replied.

Both number one and two heard me and groaned audibly.

"Richard then. Thank you for not hanging up. You made everyone's job a lot easier with that show you put on. While it was a success this time, please don't do it again," she said to me.

"I'm really hoping there never is a next time. Thanks for understanding what I couldn't say directly. You saved me and my family. I will be eternally grateful," I replied.

She asked to speak to one of the officers and another came over to ask us a few questions.

"Dispatch said you had them talking and they were incriminating themselves, otherwise we would have moved sooner. We were actually waiting for five minutes while you chatted. I'm impressed," one officer said to me.

"I was only as good as my supporting cast. They held it together while we ate. Gave me a chance to ease these idiots fears and make them talkative. Glad they got a nice home cooked meal before heading off," I replied.

"Does look good," he replied.

"Next day you have off, stop by. I'll make sure you eat better than these two did tonight as a way to say thanks. All of you," I said.

Number one and number two perked up at the offer.

"Not you, morons. You'll be busy reciting toilet poetry for Bubba and living in fear of the soap on a rope wearing thin and hitting the floor," I said.

There was nothing more the police needed from us so I gave them my ex's address from the court documents and they went off to pick her up.

"What the fuck was that?" Charlene asked when everyone had gone.

"You were here. You saw the whole thing," I replied.

"How did you know they were that fucking stupid?" she asked.

"There was no way they were professionals. They pointed guns at us but neither had turned off the safety," I replied. "Their intelligence level I only figured out when they opened their mouths."

Ashley and Erica came over joining me and Charlene, and we all just hugged for a long moment. Tears from the stress and then from laughing so hard flowed freely from my three little ladies. Drinks flowed almost as fast and soon everyone had calmed down.

That night Charlene and Erica slept over and we all talked long into the night. Plans were made to head back to Hawaii as soon as possible. We all needed to get away from the events here and I think Charlene and Erica were missing their boyfriends. I was sure they had stress to work out and I was glad I was here to help Ashley right away. If she had had to keep it to herself waiting to get to me I probably would have been torn apart.

Even though she had called me daddy in order to save our lives, I still smacked her ass for it. She enjoyed it much too thoroughly and ended up paying me back.

Whether it was the stress from almost being murdered, or just pent up frustration from months of dealing with my ex, Ashley was an animal. All hands and teeth and she never slowed. Not until her fifth orgasm, then she lay back panting begging for a break.

Through the moonlight coming through the window I could see faint traces of blood on the sheets. Blood that had undoubtedly come from the scratches along my back. She giggled and apologized, then just curled up to me. Soon she was asleep and I snuck out of the room and headed downstairs.

Charlene was at the kitchen table rolling her glass in her hands. I didn't say anything as I walked right up to her, took the glass from her and placed it on the table, then kissed her long and hard.