Threads: The Island

Sarahs hand slipped to his cock at the same time as her lips hit his neck.

Kyle scrambled a couple of feet down the fold-out bench seat, leaving a startled and confused Sarah looking at him. He squared his shoulders and his face turned serious.

"Right, Sarah. I apologise for the deception, but I needed you up here, away from the Island so I could speak to you," He began, frowning as her mouth dropped open in astonishment.

"I want to know why you came to my room the other night," He said bluntly.

She blinked a couple of times then replied. "To... to seduce you."

Kyle shook his head. "I know you came into my room to have sex with me, and you did. We did. What I want to know is why?"

She looked out the window to her left, then her eyes flickered back to his. "I saw you walking back from the pier, all soaked, and I thought you looked hot, so I figured I'd sneak into your room."

"No, you didn't," Kyle said immediately.

"Yes, I did," She protested.

"Sarah, have you ever heard of visual accessing cues?" Kyle asked.

"What?"

"See, a couple of years ago I got sick of people lying to me in meetings, so I started reading up on body language and how people's eyes react in certain ways when they're making something up or remembering something that actually happened. Did you know people's eyes betray them when they lie? Or their body language does too?"

She looked at him in shock.

"I mean, ninety percent of all communication is in body language. You just have to know where to look," He stated calmly, despite it being mostly bluff. Kyle could barely remember anything about the two page pdf he had skimmed but Sarah didn't know that. He knew it was a gamble, but he knew he had her uncertain, confused and he tried to press his advantage.

"So let's have no more bullshit, because I'll know," He said bluntly. "I know you didn't come in to my room to have sex with me because you thought I was hot. I want you tell me why."

Sarah tried to speak, but no words could come out. He could see she was panicking, but couldn't get her thoughts together enough to come out with anything.

"See I can have you put off this Island any time I like, Sarah. In fact, I could have you put off this Island on a rowing boat. Good luck if I decide to do that. I think the airport is seven or eight hours to the south. Well, southish," He added. "However, I don't want to be a dick, and I suspect the idea wasn't yours in the first place, so here's what we're going to do."

She looked on the verge of tears as Kyle stared at her, and he felt a momentary pang of pity for her, but he knew he had to be firm, so he pressed on.

"You tell me the truth and the whole truth, and I'll see no harm comes to you. That's a one time offer, and that time is right now."

Kyle licked his lips, knowing he was taking a huge gamble here to try and find out if Edwin had sent her to get more blackmail information on him, but he had to find out what was going on.

"I.. "

"Out with it," He said firmly.

"I.. I can't."

"Why not?"

"Please. I can't." Sarah's eyes were beginning to fill with tears and rather than look panicked, she actually looked frightened. With a flash of insight, Kyle wondered if it was him she was afraid of or someone else.

"Because someone has something on you, and you're being pressured to do as you're told?" He guessed.

Sarah started crying, sobbing. Her hands came up to cover her face.

"Sarah!" He snapped, drawing her eyes back up to meet his. "Tell me."

"I.. can't. He'll..."

"Edwin?"

She looked at him and then nodded, crying all the harder now.

Kyle's mind raced. If Edwin was blackmailing Sarah, then he'd sent her to seduce him. The question was why? What was he trying to achieve? Was it a video-recording so he could threaten release of a sex tape? Was it something else? Either way, Edwin was trying to create leverage for something.

"So Edwin sent you to my room the other night," Kyle stated calmly. "And he threatened you with something if you didn't do it, correct?"

"Please, I can't talk about it."

"Sarah, I need you to listen to me," Kyle said, moving a little closer to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to be reassuring rather than menacing.

"Sarah, I know Edwin is up to something. You've just said he's blackmailing you or threatening you somehow, and I suspect he's trying to blackmail me and my sisters too." He took a deep breath, then continued. "It seems to me that we're in this together, so the more I know, the more I can help. But if you don't help me, your situation and mine are only going to get worse."

"Please, you can't kick me off the Island," She sobbed, grabbing his top. "Please!"

"I told you, it's a one time offer, but I have to know everything. I can help you, Sarah, and I can get rid of Edwin, but I have to know what he's up to." Kyle heart was thudding in his chest like the noisy rotor blades above his head.

She rubbed at her eyes, stressed and unsure as she tried to make a decision.

"Trust in me," He said, trying to nudge her choice.

At last she slumped, nodding as she pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

"He sent me," She said a moment later.

"What did he say?"

"That I was to go and visit you quietly during the night, that I was to seduce you, and try and do it so you would think it was someone else," She said, unable to meet his eye. "If you tried to make me stay I was to run away."

"Did he tell you why?"

She shook her head. "No, but it's not hard to figure out."

"He's got a recording device in my room so he can blackmail me." Kyle said, nodding.

She shook her head again. "No, although he might be doing that too."

Kyle frowned. "Then what?"

"I need you to promise you won't kick me off the Island. I can't go home."

"Why? Is someone bothering you?"

She bit her lip, then her head came down to rest on her knees.

"Sarah, what the fuck is Edwin trying to do, and why can't you go home? Is this something to do with him blackmailing you?"

"Can you promise me?"

"Sarah, what's the problem? Is someone threatening to kill you or something? Is it family? The police, what?" She flinched at the last one. "The police?"

"I was in an accident," She said suddenly. "I had a few drinks and was driving home, and this guy drove into me, his car went off the road and crashed into a tree."

"And you ran?" Kyle guessed.

Sarah nodded. "I did. I didn't have a license, I'd been drinking and I thought the guy looked hurt, so I called an ambulance on my cell and got out of there. The next morning I flew out here to start work."

"So what happened?"

"I... I told Edwin when I got here. I felt so guilty and I wanted to know if the guy was okay. Edwin looked into it." Her eyes welled up with tears.

"The guy died?" Kyle asked, shocked.

She nodded, her face pale, her eyes emotional. "And the police want me for murder, DUI, leaving the scene of an accident. If I ever go back I'll be in prison for the rest of my life, all because I drove away from an accident."

"Fucking hell," Kyle said, shaking his head, unable to avoid feeling pity for her and the burden she'd been carrying. "And he's been threatening to send you back to the US?"

"If I don't do everyting he says."

Kyle felt sick, but had to ask. "Sarah, what else does he make you do?"

She frowned and hung her head before looking back up. "Once a week, I have to go and do... things."

"Sex?"

"Sort of. It feels just as gross," She explained. "He makes me dress up, strip and touch myself while he jerks off on me."

"Fucking hell."

"I tell myself it could be worse, and it could. At least I don't have to touch him and I get to do it under the shower." She shuddered, reliving the memory.

It was almost a question to fill the time before he asked something else. "What does he make you dress up as?"

Sarah made a sad face and caught Kyle's eye. "He makes me wear a business suit and a blonde wig."

"Why would... Mother-fucker," Kyle said as he realised exactly why she'd been sent to his room. The same night when he and Patricia had nearly got it together, and then he'd fucked someone else, thought it was her and she'd got upset about it the next morning. Edwin must have wanted to drive a wedge in between them.

"He did it to stop me and Patricia hooking up?"

Sarah nodded, a barely perceptable movement and gave him a sympathetic look. "I think he's obsessed with her. Stalkerville, know what I mean?"

Kyle nodded, his mind whirring.

"He wanted me to record you and me up here," She said carefully. "I'm sorry. That's why I wanted my bag."

Kyle shook his head. "Don't worry. I suspected that. That's why we changed helicopters at the last minute."

She looked a little relieved. "That's good, that you changed helicopters I mean."

"Sarah, how long has he been making you do this?" Kyle asked.

"About a year. It started a few weeks after I got here. At first he promised me the Police weren't looking for me, it was all good, and then he said they'd put a warrant out for my arrest after the guy died in hospital."

"What a bastard."

"That's putting it mildly," She nodded. "After that he started pressuring me to help him with odd jobs because he was protecting me. Then he just started to demand more and more."

"Sarah, can I just ask, and it might seem really stupid, but have you checked for yourself to see if the police are actually after you?" Kyle asked. "I mean, Edwin's not exactly proving himself to be a trustworthy guy."

"He showed me copies of the arrest warrant, the police photofit thing and a cutout of a newspaper showing details of the guys funeral," She replied.

"But you haven't checked for yourself?" Kyle asked, pulling his phone out his pocket.

"I couldn't face looking," She admitted.

"What was the guy's name?" He flipped the phone screen open and selected the browser.

"Lance Sherman. From Memphis, Tennessee. Poor guy. Are you searching the FBI Most Wanted or something?"

"Two seconds," Kyle said. "Do you remember what he looked like?"

While Sarah described him, Kyle did an internet search on the guys name and location, figuring if there was a warrant out for Sarah, there would be at least a few news articles about the guys death and the police investigation, appeals for witnesses, stuff like that.

Instead as Sarah desribed him as overweight, thirties, balding with a beard, Kyle clicked on the first link that came up. It had a photo and he selected it, dragging it to full screen.

"Is this him?" He asked, showing it to her. One look at her face confirmed it for him before she nodded.

"I thought so," Kyle replied, clicking back to the previous screen. He scrolled down, nodding. "Sarah?"

"Yeah?" He could hear the fear in her voice, dreading her worst fears being confirmed.

"Want to know what Lance was up to yesterday? When he was at the mall with his kids? In fact, why don't you look at his facebook page yourself," He said, handing her the phone.

She nearly dropped it. Her hands were shaking and she looked terrified. She couldn't even look down at the screen, her eyes fixed on Kyle, her eyes full of fear.

"Sarah, he's alive. He's not dead," Kyle said firmly. "You didn't kill anybody."

"What? But?" Her eyes flicked down to the screen and she stared at it, as if taking her eyes off it would make it some evil practical joke. "He's...."

"He's fine, Sarah," Kyle repeated. "Listen to me. You didn't kill anyone. Unless he's clicking that like button from inside his coffin."

"Are you sure? Maybe it's someone else posting on his account? Maybe its some kind of trick?" She asked.

"Well, it's a trick, then I'd love to know how he was photographed at the mall yesterday with his kids," Kyle said, shrugging. "Looks like you're off the hook."

"I.. "

"Look, when we land I'll get Mister Crowler to look into it discretely and he'll confirm things for us one way or another, okay?"

"What if it's a mistake?"

"I think it's more likely that Edwin's been manipulating you, Sarah," Kyle said. "Manipulating both of us."

"I know I should be angry, but all I can feel right now is relief, and fear that it's not real."

"Well, listen. We need to take this guy down, okay, so I still need your help, Sarah."

"With Edwin?"

"Yeah," Kyle nodded, speaking slowly. With a simple internet search he'd just got Sarah on side, and he knew that he had to capitalise on it. "Now, you said he sent you up to bust up me and Patricia before we got it together, right?"

"Pretty much," She nodded.

"Wait, that's confirmation he's been bugging my suite or has got hidden cameras or something in it," He said, thinking aloud. "Now, does he have any CCTV systems or anything like that in his suite? A private office that no-one else goes into? Anything like that?"

She shook her head. "No, I'd think if it was anything like that he'd keep it in his secret bunker."

Kyle's eyes widened. "What did you just say?"

"That he'd keep it in his secret bunker?" She asked. "Yeah, he's got some kind of cave or something that he disappears into a night. I think it's underneath the kitchens." She shrugged. "Is that important?"

Kyle coud have kissed her. Not only had she confirmed it's existance, but she'd told him where it was. "Tell me everything you know about it. This secret bunker of his."

"Oh, okay. He thinks it's a big secret, but he sneaks in there every night when he goes to the kitchen for his sandwich. Loads of the staff know about it, but no-one's ever been in it."

"Do you know exactly where the door is?"

She laughed. "That's easy. He prowls into the courtyard, where all the trash is kept, and then he punches a code into the kitchen door and a trapdoor opens in the floor. That's how he gets in and out. It's kinda funny how he thinks it's all secret."

"How do you know?"

"I've followed him before when he's had a few drinks, just to see what he's up to. When he's had a drink in him he thinks he's some kinda James Bond super-spy. Some of the other staff call him Danger Mouse."

"What the fuck is Danger Mouse?" Kyle asked.

"Some kids cartoon from England with a superhero mouse who lives in a secret underground lair."

"So people know where it is?"

"I take it this is where he's keeping the recordings then? You should totally get in there," She told him. "Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I keep thinking about Lance Sherman. Are you sure he's alive?"

"Those posts we saw were made yesterday, Sarah. Fuck, I can't believe it's that simple. That's where the saferoom is accessed? In the courtyard at the kitchens? He punches in an access code, some trapdoor opens up and he goes underground?"

"Yeah. I just assumed you knew it was there."

"I asked him if the Island had a safe room or a secure room, but he said no. It didn't make sense to me, so that's when I started to do some digging. Listen, we can't let on that we're onto him, okay?"

"Why not? You can just fire him, as soon as we land, can't you?"

"No, not yet. I have to have access to that bunker first."

She shrugged. "Fire him and then drill through the locks."

"No, I want in there, because I think he's trying to blackmail me and my sisters, so I want to remove anything he's got on me, or anyone else too," Kyle explained. "Plus, you need to be patient until it's confirmed that this Lance Sherman guy is the right guy."

"How long's that going to take?" She said quickly. "I don't want to have to put up with Edwin any more. I can't handle it."

"At most, a day. As for Edwin, every time he comes near you tell him you've to get ready to come and see me and you'll see him later."

"But what if..."

"Sarah, if need be, just come up to my suite and wait for me, and we'll improvise something. You need to remember though that if he's got my suite bugged, then he could have your room bugged too, so you can't talk about this unless we're on the helicopter, or maybe a boat. Somewhere safe."

"So I should just come and see you, and suggest we go for a trip if I need to talk to you?" Sarah asked, frowning.

"Yeah. And don't say anything to anyone about what happened here."

She shook her head. "That won't work, Kyle. Edwin is going to ask me for details and I need to give them to him."

"Okay, let's sort out a cover story."

"Um... so we took off and you started kissing me, fast and horny, right?" She suggested. Kyle grinned and nodded.

"Go on."

"Then you pulled off your shorts and made me suck your cock?"

"Sounds good," Kyle laughed. This whole conversation had gone from surreal to frightening, followed by exciting and back to surreal again.

"Let's see," She said, moving onto her knees in front of Kyle.

"What you doing?"

"Working out the mechanics of it," She explained. "That way I know I've got it right in my head, and so do you."

"Oh."

"So I give you a blowjob like this, and then you pull my dress up off me and throw it... over there," She said, pointing to under the bench seat. "Which reminds me."

Kyle sat bolt upright as Sarah pulled her dress up over her hips, immediately showing him her lack of underwear, but more importantly the tattoo she had right above her pussy. Taken on it's own it would be horrific, but given the sheer volume of tattooes Sarah had it became part of the whole, and fit.

It was a piece of scroll work that read 'Give it to me, baby'.

"Nice ink," He chuckled.

"Make sure you comment on it if Edwin asks you about us," She suggested. "That way he knows you've seen me naked."

"Good idea," He said shaking his head. "You can cover yourself up now, if you want."

"Oh, okay."

"Do you always go commando?" Kyle asked, out of curiosity.

"Only when I think I'm going to get lucky." She shrugged. "I take it you don't want to..."

"No. And it's not because I don't think you're attractive. Just that I'm kinda seeing someone."

"Just thought I'd ask. You are kinda hot, and I'm feeling a bit hyper, now that I'm not a murderer, know what I mean?" She shrugged and lowered her dress. "Anyway, dress off. Over there. You grab me and..." She looked around. "Missionary? Right here on the floor?"

She lay down on the floor of the Chinook, showing Kyle exactly what she meant.

"That'll do," He nodded, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh, then you should roll me over and do me doggie, while we're looking out the back door," Sarah suggested, smiling. "Kinda sorry this isn't happening. Sounds like an epic fuck."

Kyle laughed and lowered his face in his hands. "Okay. So missionary, doggie facing that way, then what?"

"You cum in my mouth," She said firmly.

"Alright then. Do you turn or do I?"

"I turn, you're standing up, I'm on my knees, giving it all this," She said, miming the motions of giving him a blowjob.

"You should choreograph porn," Kyle said. "So what then? You get dressed?"

"Hell, no. By that point I'm just getting warmed up and so are you, right?"

"Okay."

"So after you've cum you go down on me, make me cum. Here on the floor?" She suggested assuming a different position.

"Fuck it, sounds good."

"Then when you're hard again, I roll you on your back here, suck you, ride you with lots of enthusiasm and bouncyness. Don't forget the bouncy."

He chuckled. "I won't."

"Then I orgasm and then you do too. Where though? Inside me, or in my mouth again?" She smiled up at him from the floor of the Chinook. "What would you prefer?"

"You're the one putting this together," He replied. "Go for it."

"Okay, in my mouth again, so there's no need for spillage from my pussy," She nodded.

"Great. And then you get dressed because we're on our way back in to land?"

"Yes. With just enough time to recover our breath and for you to warn me to keep this to myself and standby for another phone call or visit or whatever," She added. "Sounds good to me."