Threads: The Island

"So I wanted to ask about Casey," Kyle said. "Is there a job we can give him?"

Lakshmi frowned and Patricia leaned forward. "Kyle, that's not a good idea."

"What? Why?"

"Because he's one of your best friends," Patricia explained. "Everyone will know he got given the job because he's your buddy, and he'll have no credibility."

"But it would be a fantastic learning opportunity for him," Kyle protested. "Plus, it would be good having him around."

"Then ask Garius to hire him for Kara's team," Patricia said. "But he can't work for you. It just won't work. Plus, if he starts acting like a dick then I'll have to fire him and I can't see you letting me do that."

"I can't see him doing that," Kyle said. "And if he goes to work for Kara I'll never see him."

"You, Katie and Kara are split for the next two weeks, but you're probably going to be around each other for another month after that before you part again for a while," Lakshmi added.

"Yeah, you'll see tons of him," Patricia nodded. "Besides, have you asked Casey what he wants to do?"

Kyle sighed, and looked over the balcony at his friend. Casey was chilling beside the pool, or more accurately, beside the ladies and was busy chatting with Margarita, obviously hoping for a repeat of three years ago.

"I'll talk to him," Kyle promised.

"And your friend, Ed?" Lakshmi asked.

Kyle grinned. "If I ask Ed what he wants to do he'll tell me he wants to produce and direct his own porn videos, with a specialised role in casting for new talent."

"I thought he was in love," Patricia said, chuckling.

"Yeah, that's new," Kyle admitted. "I'll talk to him too."

"We had a look at his artwork online this morning. The comic book stuff and a few of the sites he posts on," Patricia clarified. "You know, you could commission him to do artwork for some of the offices and use them as gifts. Patronage of artists is common among the wealthy."

Kyle thought about it and it seemed like a great idea. Ed would get to do what he loved, and do it wherever he wanted. If this thing of his with Caroline was real then he could stay at home and continue to see her, or if he wanted to join Kyle and travel with him for a bit, he could do that too. At least having one of his friends around would make Kyle feel a lot better, he knew.

"I'll have a chat with him about that when I talk to him about his gambling debt," Kyle nodded.

"No time like the present," Patricia suggested pointedly.

Kyle lit a cigarette up, wanting to avoid the inevitable explosion he'd get from Ed when he found out Kyle had investigated him, but he knew his friend needed help paying it off, so he squared his shoulders and nodded.

"We'll leave you to it," Lakshmi said as she got up. "I've got to go see Heidi."

Patricia reached out and slipped her fingers into Kyle's hand. "Just wanted to say, Shmi and I get on great, so I don't think the two of us working for you will be a problem. If there is though, you'll probably have to decide on whatever we disagree on. Just don't let anything personal interfere in your decisions, okay?"

"Personal meaning me and you?"

"Yeah."

Kyle nodded. "Okay. You know that I'll decide against you sometimes then?"

"And sometimes you'll make me angry too," Patricia admitted. "That's okay though. That's working life. Plus, angry sex and makeup sex can be really hot."

Kyle chuckled. "What you doing now?"

"Tidying up in the office, check on the accommodation booked for the couple of days you're going to spend at home, then sending out notifications and meeting requests and confirmations."

"Sounds like a lot of work."

She shrugged. "It'll only take an hour or so."

"You should chill out at the pool after that for a bit. Get some relaxation time in," He suggested.

She winked. "Someone has to run your bath."

Kyle frowned, trying to figure out how to explain to her that he was jumping in a helicopter with Sarah as soon as his workout finished and could be a little late.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Julian said he might want to discuss an ongoing fitness programme with me after our session tonight, so I might be half an hour late getting back," He improvised.

"He never told me," She said, frowning.

"It's cool," Kyle said quickly, then squeezed her hand. "Trust me. I won't be long, and I'll be looking forward to that bath as soon as I get back."

Patricia nodded. "Okay. I'll be here."

Kyle hated lying to her, but he couldn't figure out another way of telling her discretely enough that any bugs or hidden cameras couldn't pick up. He realised that maybe when they were in bed tonight, he could sneak his phone under the sheets with her and then type out a message and let her know what was going on.

"Thanks, Patricia," He said as she headed inside.

Kyle squared his shoulders and called down to Casey, asking him to come up for a second. They chatted for a few minutes about how cool the Island was, how Casey thought Margarita had improved with age, all three years of it, and how nice Katie and Kara were.

Then Kyle broached the subject of a job or career for his buddy. Casey didn't like the idea of a management role, probably due to his fear of confrontation, Kyle guessed, so he suggested a role working as an assistant to learn about all the various businesses, see the world, and get plenty time to hang out.

Casey seemed to like the idea, and promised to give it some thought, so Kyle made him promise an answer tomorrow and said he would speak to Garius in the meantime to see if they could find something for him.

After Casey returned to the pool, Kyle asked Ed to come up.

Rather than tell him the whole story of how he'd been investigated, Kyle just ploughed straight in, announced he was going to give Ed a loan of forty grand that Ed would have to pay back at a dollar a week, he had to attend gambling addiction treatment, and if he ever gambled again on anything, then the whole debt would be called back in.

Ed's jaw dropped as he put it together, but before he could launch into a big tirade about it, Kyle then steamed into Patricia's idea for artistic patronage, an offer of a six figure salary, with potential sales of his work too, and suddenly Ed's worries about an invasion of his own privacy were set aside as his debts were cleared and he had a job that he could only ever dream about.

Kyle smiled as he saw his friend realise that his debt was gone, wiped out and to be paid back over the next eight hundred years. To his surprise, Ed had tears in his eyes, so the two friends reacted in the only way they knew how.

After the balcony had resounded with cries of 'Crybaby', 'Dick', 'Fucker' and other assorted expletives for ten minutes, Ed finally returned to the pool and Kyle went to get changed for the gym. Patricia was waiting for him inside.

"That was incredibly sweet," She told him, hauling him onto his bed and planting kisses all over his face.

Kyle felt an explosion of desire as her legs wrapped around him, but the thought in his head of being spied upon killed any horny thoughts he had. He disengaged himself a moment later, leaving a pouting Patricia on the bed.

"Later," He promised as he headed for the gym.

His workout with Julian proved to be a disaster. The impending confrontation with Sarah distracted him so much that he wasn't able to focus properly on his workout, and despite Julian's unending enthusiasm, he didn't beat any of his own records from the previous days.

A few minutes before five o'clock Kyle emerged from the gym. Edwin was waiting for him on the path and joined him immediately as he took the path up to the helipad.

"Everything is arranged, Master Kyle, and if you don't mind me saying so, I do believe that young Miss Sarah is rather enthusiastic to spend some time alone with you," Edwin said, winking with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

Kyle forced a grin. "Excellent, Edwin. You're a true friend."

Edwin seemed almost gleeful. "Anything I can do, Master Kyle. Now, Miss Sarah is already on board, the flight crew will take off and leave you undisturbed. Simply knock on the door to the cockpit when you wish to return to the Island, you understand?"

"Oh, I do," Kyle said in his best creep voice, doing his best to act like he was dying to get his hands on her. All he really wanted to do though was scare the shit out of her and find out why the hell she'd come to his room that night.

They walked around a bend in the path and then Kyle could see the helipad before him, the steps leading into the big Sikorsky helicopter already in place and one of the flight crew waiting by the door. Behind it sat the twin-rotor Chinook that was used to transport guests, staff and supplies.

"Best of luck, Master Kyle," Edwin said, winking again.

Kyle shook his hand, a gesture he had to force himself to make with a man he suspected was setting him up, and turned towards the helicopter.

"Is this what my life's becoming? Handshakes with bastards?"

A thought struck him suddenly and he paused.

"Master Kyle?"

"Sorry, Edwin. I really should have been clearer earlier. I wanted to ride in the other helicopter, not the one I was in yesterday," Kyle improvised.

"Sir? I can assure you the Sikorsky is much more comfortable and a lot less noisy," Edwin said quickly. "Plus, it's not ready to go as..."

"Edwin," Kyle said, leaning in as if conspiring with him. "I want the helicopter to be noisy to cover any other noises that might... eminate from the passenger area, understand?"

"Oh," The Englishman replied.

Kyle could see the old man was trying to figure his way through something, so he decided now was the time to try and knock it on the head.

"You can head off now, Edwin. I've got it from here," Kyle said bluntly. "And thanks again."

"But sir," Edwin began, but Kyle cut him off.

"But nothing Edwin. I can handle it from here." Kyle added a wink, trying not to smile at the worried expression on the old man's face.

Kyle turned and walked towards the waiting crewman quickly, turning once to wave goodbye to Edwin. He was stainding at the edge of the path frowning.

"Fucker," Kyle thought, then turned his attention to the waiting helicopter.

"Afternoon, Sir."

"Hi. Listen, how long would it take to get the Chinook up in the air instead of this one?" Kyle asked, then lowered his voice. "Edwin screwed up and booked me the wrong chopper."

"Oh, em, three or four minutes, sir?"

Kyle nodded. "Let's make that happen right now then, yeah?"

"Of course, sir." The crewman darted into the Sikorsky to let the flight crew know, and Kyle stuck his head in too.

Sarah was sitting in one of the leather armchairs, her makeup dark around her eyes and red on her lips. Her dark hair framed her face and matched the shade of her black dress.

"Hi."

She gave him a smouldering look, licked her lips slightly then replied. "Hello, Kyle."

"Listen, there's been a bit of a mix-up," Kyle said quickly. "We're going up in the other helicopter. Come on, let's go." He beckoned with his hand.

"What?"

"Wrong helicopter. We're going up in the Chinook." Kyle knew he was moving fast with this, but he wanted her into the other helicopter before Edwin could interfere. He winked at her. "Lots more room," He added.

She got his point and smiled, and as she got up her eyes flickered to her bag in the corner of the cabin, a black canvas shoulderbag that sat on the floor.

"Just leave that. You can get it when we get back," Kyle said, and in an effort at character acting, he added, "You look just... wow... good enough to eat. And I'm particularly hungry."

She smiled at him, but she seemed nervous and her eyes flicked to the bag again. Sarah moved to grab it, but Kyle stepped forward and took her hand in his. "Come on."

"But, my bag. I've got... things in there." She looked panicked and Kyle tried to remain calm. At that the flight crew emerged from the cockpit she looked around helplessly.

"Captain Scott," Kyle said, smiling. "Sarah's bag will be safe in here until we return, won't it?"

The pilot quickly nodded. "Of course, sir. We'll lock the door as soon as you're outside."

"Excellent," Kyle grinned. He turned and steered Sarah straight out the door of the Sikorsky, seeing her glance back at her bag as the flightcrew emerged behind her.

Kyle knew he had to keep the charade going, so while he waited for the Captain to lock the door on the Sikorsky, he pulled Sarah a little closer, and bluntly eyed her up and down, assuming Edwin would still be watching them.

"You look really hot, Sarah," He whispered, trying to sound husky or aroused, despite feeling nothing of the sort.

She smiled, seeming a little more relaxed, but as her eyes caught sight of Edwin she stiffened again and bit her lip. "Kyle, can I just get my bag."

"Are you expecting a call or something?" He asked, turning to follow the crew towards the Chinook.

"What? No, nothing like that," She replied, shaking her head.

"Having second thoughts?"

She shook her head quickly. "No, not at all."

Kyle nodded and rambled on before she could continue. "So you're fine to go ahead? That's awesome. And if it's just normal makeup and stuff like that in your bag then don't worry about it. You look beautfiul already. Stunning, sexy," He added, despite his own particular dislike for the word.

As they got to the tailgate of the aircraft he leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since yesterday. The massage and then the realisation that you were my late-night visitor too."

"You... you knew about that?" She stammered.

"The second you hopped off the bed," Kyle winked. "I wanted to grab you there and then but I couldn't. Other people in the suite, you know."

Before she had the chance to reply, Kyle helped her up the ramp and into the long straight cabin of the Chinook. Rather than the luxury of the Sikorsky, the inside of the Chinook was spartan, with long rows of fold-down bench seats up either side and a metal floor.

"Captain Scott," Kyle called. "Is there any way we can look out the back while we're flying, so we can see the water?"

"Um, sure," He nodded. "We'll lift the bottom part of the tailgate but leave the top part up. Just don't go too close to the edge, okay?"

"Thanks, Captain," Kyle replied and then he steered Sarah to a seat. Kyle sat down next to her, casually slipping an arm around her, suspecting Edwin would be looking in.

Inside he felt incredibly uncomfortable, feeling like he was betraying Patricia even though he didn't know what they had going on, but he knew he had to find out, and keep Edwin out the loop at the same time.

"So you've been thinking about me then?" Sarah said gently in his ear.

Kyle swallowed and nodded, wishing the tailgate would just come up and block the view into the Chinook. He nearly sighed with relief when he heard the big rotors begin to turn.

"Yeah. I've been doing my head in trying to figure out who it was in my room the other night, and then yesterday I realised it was you," He explained. "That was very very naughty of you, you know?"

She stared at him for a moment, then spoke quickly. "I'm a bit of a bad girl sometimes, Kyle. In fact, sometimes I'm a very bad girl."

"How are you bad, Sarah?" Kyle asked, trying to keep her talking. "Tell me some of the things a bad girl does."

"I can show you right now." Her hand slid over his thigh, and Kyle grabbed her hand, trying to make it appear casual.

"Once we're up in the air. So, tell me," He repeated. "I like hearing hot women telling me about their bad behaviour."

"That's kinky."

"I know." He winked.

"Let me see," She said, tilting her head to the side. "Well, I do remember one night when I was out partying with friends."

"Drinking?"

"Oh, yes," She smiled. "And you know how girls are when they've had a few cocktails. Little bit horny, little bit chatty, a lot less inhibited."

"So what happened?" Kyle asked, having to raise his voice a little as the rotors picked up speed and the noise increased.

"Ah, well there was these guys, college guys. Three of them, and they were buying us a few drinks, putting the moves on us."

"Nice," Kyle nodded.

"So there I was, trying to decide which one I was going to seduce and I couldn't decide." She paused, her grin hinting at how much she was enjoying recalling the memory. "So I got the first guy as he was heading to the mens room downstairs. Dragged him into a cleaning closet and sucked his cock and made him cum."

"And you swallowed it down like a really bad girl, right?" Kyle guessed, remembering how he'd came in her mouth only a few nights ago.

"Oh, you better believe it," She winked. "I like my regular medicine."

"So did you just go back to your friends after that?" Kyle asked, wondering how long it would take to get this big helicopter in the air so he could start the real conversation.

"Oh, no," She shook her head slowly. "No, I followed one of the other guys downstairs and dragged him into the same closet, but by that point I was really horny, right?"

"What did you do?"

"Well, I dropped his pants, hauled up my dress and slipped my underwear off and then we fucked against the wall."

"You are a bad girl, Sarah," Kyle nodded. "Did you suck him off too?"

She grinned and shook her head. "Oh, no. Much dirtier than that. I let him cum in my pussy, a full load of creamy goodness."

"Wow, that's really dirty."

"Oh, there's more," She told him, licking her lips. Her hand was firmly massaging his thigh, and despite his unease and acting, his cock had begun to thicken a little as she told of her slutty behaviour.

"The third guy?" Kyle guessed.

She nodded once. "He banged on the door of the closet, so I kicked out the guy I had just fucked and pulled his buddy in, shut the door and started to jerk him off."

"Wow."

"Now, as you can imagine, Kyle, I'm in full slut-mode by that point, right, and I'm thinking to myself that I've just blown one of them, fucked another and there's three guys, I've got three holes and one of them hasn't been touched yet."

"You took him in your ass?"

She gave him a smouldering look again, obviously horny as she related her tale. "Oh yes. And I used his friends cum as lubricant too."

"Fucking hell."

"He had no idea. He just thought my pussy was wet, but I got him hard, took him in my ass and he fucked me hard against the wall."

"Now that's one hell of a story," Kyle said. His head turned as the tailgate began to rise, but he turned back to Sarah.

"I'm not finished," She said and Kyle chuckled. "So this third guy is fucking my ass, and he tells me he's going to cum, so I tell him to go for it, cum inside me, but he pulled out at the last minute and pumped his load all over my ass. Just as he's finishing up, one of the bartenders starts banging on the door, so I haul my dress back down over my ass and the two of us head back upstairs to join our friends."

"All the time with cum dripping off you?" Kyle asked.

"Oh yes," She nodded. "I felt like such a slut, feeling it running down my legs as I stood wobbling at the bar. I even dripped a little bit on the first guys shoes. Now, do you believe me when I tell you I'm a bad girl, a naughty girl, and actually I'm a bit of a slut?"

Kyle nodded. Before he could reply he felt the aircraft shift and then it was slowly lifting in the air, the rear up much higher than the front.

It was a bit of an unsettling experience, and different from the Sikorsky the day before. Sarah's hand clamped to his inner thigh wasn't helping either, and the nerves of knowing the conversation was imminent added more pressure.

Kyle took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then nodded.