Colby
Fake boobs everywhere. I can’t turn my head without getting an eyeful. It’s disturbing.
It’s even more disturbing to know that I find it disturbing… if you know what I mean.
I follow my wife’s swaying ass as she sashays onto the deck, noting how well she has the part down. I need to remember to bring this up later. Maybe she could dress up for me… focus!
“There you are!” Colm booms. He stands from the gaggle of silicone and steps over to us with open arms. “Glad you could make it.”
He loops an arm around Bri’s shoulders and for a split second I swear I see something territorial in the set of his stance. It’s fleeting but leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. He leers down at her, lingering way too long on her face for my liking before introducing himself. Bri plays her part brilliantly, giggling like a cheerleader on crack. When he holds his hand out to me, I try to remember this is all part of the show and not to go for his throat.
Let’s face it, that would be suicide. I’ve already spotted the two guys from the video feed earlier and they’ve been joined by three more. All are dressed as employees and deck hands, but I can’t imagine a situation where running a boat requires the use of a Glock 22. No, these guys are security detail. And they are huge motherfuckers. Not that I’m a small guy myself, but I am just one man.
With a kickass wife, I remind myself as she expertly captures everyone’s attention, even the bimbos with her incessant babbling. God, she’s good. I catch her eye as she exchanges air kisses with a woman that will never need a life preserver, smirking at the amused twinkle in her eye. She’s clearly having fun.
“So, tell me,” Colm gestures to the swanky deck furniture and takes a seat for himself. “What line of work are you in Charlie?”
“I’m a photographer.” I give a nod to the scantily clad server and take a cool beer from the tray as she passes. It’s refreshing and just what I need to calm the irritated nerves that are plaguing me. Why this situation is sending up red flags, I have no clue. I just know that the sooner I get some intel from this man and get Bri and I off this boat, the better I’m going to feel.
“Anything I might have seen?”
I take a seat and cross one leg casually over the other. “Mostly magazines.”
“Oh my gosh, don’t be so modest Charlie baby.” Bri practically shimmies her way over and drops into my lap. “He’s amazing. He does photoshoots for stars and everything. Just last month he did that ‘Bared Soul’ shoot with Beyoncé and her backup dancers. It was incredible.”
The girls around us gasp and creep closer, slinging questions at Bri. It would seem she picked the best part of my cover story to throw at them because Colm waggles his eyebrows and leans forward. “You lucky bastard. I saw that shoot, those bitches looked fit to be fucked.”
“They were great to work with, very professional,” I nod.
“Who gives a shit, as long as they spread their legs,” he chuckled, reaching for the redhead nearest him and roughly grabbing her ass. The girl winced but hid it with a giggle. “Isn’t that right?”
“Ahh,” I laugh, dropping a hand to Bri’s naked thigh and making a show of running it up and under the flimsy cover-up. “Not for me. I’ve got everything I need right here.”
He smiles and offers a little wink, one that tells me in no uncertain terms that he doesn’t believe any red-blooded man would turn down a free ride. The boat was just pulling away from the dock by this point and one of the girls had found the sound system and was pulling a few of the others out onto the deck to dance.
“What about you Colm?”
“Ah well now, I dabble in a lot of things.”
He clicks his fingers and a couple of the servers from earlier step up from the galley with trays of fruit and platters of cheese and crackers. Our glasses are refilled and suddenly the conversation has moved onto far less invasive topics like sports. Because that’s going to help our intel.
He is a slippery bugger, I have to give him that. He has this uncanny ability to switch up the conversation whenever I think I have the direction stacked in my favor. If I didn’t know better, I would swear the man knew I was looking for a hook. It was crazy. I can sense Bri’s getting antsy too. You can only smile like a dimwit for so long before your face starts to ache.
“Baby, why don’t you dance for a while? I’m gonna use the john and take a tour of this sweet boat.”
She squeals and launches an attack on my lips. I grab her ass and slip my fingers under the string that posed as a bathing suit. Her hair covers our faces while I nudge her face around. “I’m rethinking this fucking suit. If anyone touches you, make sure you drop the fucker on his ass.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip and slides her fingers down my chest until they rest just above my very interested friend. “What if it’s one of the girls that touches me?”
I groan. She will be the death of me. She jumps up and gives a girly holler as she joins a few of the ladies on the deck.
“Come on, I’ll show you the rest of this boat.”
It’s palatial for sure. He explains the layout, explaining that there are three decks hosting a full-size kitchen, dining area, four large bedrooms and servant quarters on the lower decks. It isn’t huge by Rockstar standards, but I have an inkling that’s more to do with blending in than affordability. He sweeps past his office and the main bedroom, the only two rooms that I notice have closed doors. I need to get into those rooms but without being detected.
“I am definitely going to need to use the bathroom Colm,” I laugh, giving my stomach a pat.
He grins and points across the hallway. “Use mine, I’m just gonna check a few things while you’re occupied.”
The second the door is closed and locked, I pull out my phone and dial Marcus. “What can you see?”
“Well hello to you too sugar tits. I’ve put the camera trained on the bathroom door to a continuous loop, audio too. I would think that would deserve a thank you.”
“Nice job, you’re the best. Now, I need to get into those rooms across the hall without the sensors detecting me…”
“Already way ahead of you. Now listen very carefully…”
Several minutes later I leave the bathroom and stand in the hallway. “Colm, where you at man?”
Grunting comes from the bedroom, followed by a loud moan. “In here.”
I know this isn’t going to be pretty, Marcus has already warned me. I open the bedroom door and am treated to the spectacular sight of a nearly naked Colm lying on a bed, Bimbo number one making a meal of his cock while bimbo number two made a meal of bimbo number one.
“Shit, sorry Colm,” I turn and nearly run from the room but just as we suspected, he stops me.
“It’s fine. I have more than enough here to keep me occupied. If you want to borrow one, it’s all good.”
He slaps the ass of bimbo number two who bolts from the bed at record speed.
“She’s dumb as fuck Charlie, but she’s got a mouth like a hoover.” Colm laughs as he grabs the woman still attached to his cock and rams her head further down into his crotch.
Bimbo number two has an unbelievable figure, one that I have no doubt she paid for. Or maybe Colm paid for it. I ponder whether he’s paid for all of these ladies’ enhancements as she slinks towards me, a coy look on her face.
Maybe it was part of a training program, or better yet, an induction program to be on his crew? Yeah, I think as she drops to her knees in front of me and runs her hands up my thighs, higher still until she finds the mother of all flaccid dicks.
Yup, not even a twitch. Maybe he’s broken, I wonder as she ghosts her lips over my crotch through my swim shorts. I sigh, bored with the show and knowing that it really doesn’t matter what this woman tries, she isn’t going to get a rise out of me. I back away and shoot an apologetic look at our host.
“Man, I’m sorry. It’s tempting, but I gotta say no.”
Bimbo two pouts at my feet and looks longingly at my huge yet soft cock (even asleep my boy has game). I offer her a hand and guide her back to the bed. Colm appraises me, a small frown on his face before he shrugs and slaps at the sheet beside him. She quickly dives back on and resumes her meal.
“You go on back to that bombshell, I’ll be up in a few,” he winks.
I tip my imaginary hat in the doorway and leave the room, sealing the door shut behind me. My phone pings in my pocket and I make a grab for it. “Talk to me.”
“Are we gonna talk about the fact you just turned down a blowjob from a stacked blonde?”
“Nope. Is it clear?”
“Fucker, yes it’s clear. Just make sure you double back for me afterwards, so I can fix the cameras.”
“No problem.”
“And Colby?”
“Yeah?”
“We are so gonna talk about this.”
The call drops, and I chuckle to myself imaging how frustrated he’ll be. The door to Colm’s office opens silently and inside I find the room to be everything you would expect from an aging lothario who most likely hasn’t done an honest day’s work in his life. I scope out the bookcase and walls, hoping he has his guard down enough to get sloppy. No such luck.
His desk is grand with several locked drawers that would be easy enough to jimmy open but it all seems a little too obvious. Colm doesn’t strike me as the obvious sort. I feel under the desk and smile when I find a latch. It pulls easily, and a hidden drawer slides open.
There isn’t much in it, a few passports, visa cards and driving licenses in various names. On closer inspection, I notice they all have the same man on them, Colm himself. I fire off some snaps to Marcus and stow them away. There is nothing else here. It feels like a waste of our time, but my gut is telling me this guy is important.
Before long I’m back up top, enjoying a lap dance from Bri and knocking back another ice-cold beer. Colm ventured upstairs eventually and finally, I’m beginning to relax a little. Or at least I was until my phone vibrates with a message.
I slide it out and tap the screen, my eyes roving over the words. Disbelief is my first thought, but that’s soon replaced with a feeling of dread.
“Oh hey, your sister is thinking of coming out to the island to spend some time with us baby.”
“Really?” Bri’s head cocks to the side, her shrewd mind working overtime, no doubt.
“Isn’t that a bit unfortunate? This is your honeymoon after all,” Colm laughs.
“Ah well, we’re pretty close,” Bri shrugs.
I let her carry the talk, not sure whether to dive over the boat with her and take our chances in the ocean or wait it out and hope to fucking god I manage to keep my cool. There isn’t much that rattles me in life, not much that would make me snap. But one thing that would do it, would be to meet the sperm donor father that beat the shit out of Briella’s mother on a daily basis and left them in debt and poverty, never to be seen again.
And the fucker is sitting right in front of me.