We screwed for what felt like an age, and he finally arched his back, reaching so deep inside I thought he would split me apart. I had the most amazing orgasm as he injected me with his seed.
We lay together, breathing heavily and enjoying the feel of each other close up. I felt very carnal, and knew that things were never going to be the same between us.
“Fancy a swim?” I asked.
“Sure.”
I went and had a wash in the bidet, and put on my swimsuit. He put on his swimming shorts, and we went down to the pool.
There were a handful of people already in the pool, but we had a good swim. He was a good swimmer, but his general size was not really the best for streamlined swimming. I was much faster than he was, and we had several races.
We went into the steam room, the sauna, and ended up in the Jacuzzi.
We had the Jacuzzi to ourselves, and I reached out and found he was big again.
“What are you like?” I asked, and he just smiled. I slipped out of my swimsuit and lay on his lap, and he entered me from behind. With the jets and streams of bubbles, it was just fantastic, and I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming out each time I climaxed.
We showered and went back to the room. There was an FBI man just outside the door of the Spa centre, and he gave us a small knowing smile.
We went down to the dining room and sat together, and ordered breakfast. We both ordered the mega-big breakfast, as we had to stoke up the old energy levels.
We were just finishing when Natasha and Wayne entered. She had this knack of entering any room like a galleon under full sail, so that everyone stopped and watched her. She was a very attractive woman, who, although passed her prime, still captured the attention of most mature males.
Simon, however, was holding my hand, and gazing at me like an eighteenth century poet.
Natasha breezed over and sat at the same table.
“Good morning darling girl. I hear there was a bit of a commotion in the hotel last night. Hope it wasn’t anything to worry about?”
“No, I don’t think it was.” I said.
She looked at her son.
“Good morning Simon. I notice your room wasn’t used last night.” she said, with a huge smile.
“So, Simon where did you sleep?” I asked in mock anger, and she looked worried for a moment, but then she saw her son’s expression, and realised instantly the situation.
“How sweet. Right, where is that waitress?” she said.
The day progressed, and the fashion show was a great success. There were a lot of press, and the police had obviously released a little information about the previous evening’s fun and games. I was a little nervous, but when the reporters asked me questions I was able to spin them the line about my father. I knew now that the plan was on its way.
11.
Miami was hot. I stepped off the plane, and very briefly, as it wasn’t far to the air-conditioned terminal building, I was turned into a sweating wreck. California had been less humid, and there had been a breeze. I was grateful to reach the cool of the building, and we made our way through to collect our luggage.
There was a small contingent of press to meet us, and I was asked to pose and smile. The covert FBI team were conspicuous by their absence, but I was held closely by Simon, and felt safe with his arm around me.
“It is apparent that you and Mr Haddow have a closer relationship than in New York, is there anything between you now?” asked one reporter.
“Simon and I are quite close, as close as this business allows. There are no plans for marriage, if that answers your question,” I said.
“Are you lovers?” came a voice from the back.
I looked at Simon, and he smiled.
“Maybe,” I said, and smiled back. The photographs in the papers the next day said it all.
We weren’t due to start the show until the next day, so we had the afternoon and evening to ourselves. Simon and I went to the beach, and made love in the rolling surf.
As we lay in the sun, I enjoyed being topless for the first time. We actually made a really lovely couple, as he was just so hunky. We just chatted away, and I learned more and more about him. I shared much of my life’s little secrets, and he was so accepting, I loved him the more for it.
“I can’t see you as a boy.”
“I’m not, and never really was. So don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried. I just love you so much.”
I smiled and kissed him. I felt good with him close.
I knew that we were under surveillance, so I didn’t get too heavy with him.
“Fancy an ice cream?” he asked.
“Yeah, that would be cool.”
He got up and wandered of in search of some.
I lay back and dozed in the sun.
I became aware of someone blocking my sun. I opened my eyes and saw a complete stranger looking at me. He was wearing a pale suit, but had the jacket over his shoulder. He was in his late fifties I supposed, and he looked pale and rather seedy.
“Hello darlin’. You ain’t ’arf a difficult girl to get a hold of.” he said, with a very East End London accent.
“Frankie, I presume? I’m quite glad to know what you look like,” I said.
He laughed, sitting on the hot sand next to me.
“You ain’t your old man’s daughter for nuffin’. Word has it you are as pissed of wiv ‘im as I am.”
“You could say that. But I don’t know how pissed off you are.”
“Mightily, darlin’, mightily.”
“So, why do you keep trying to fuck up my life?”
“It ain’t nuffin’ personal like, but I need to get a hold of your old man. He owes me a lot of dosh.”
“So he says.”
“I hear he called you?”
“How did you know?”
“I read the papers, and you’re a famous person now.”
“Oh.”
“Your boyfriend is comin’ back. So I’ll be brief. Here’s me mobile number. If you get a meet wiv yer old man, give us a nod, and I’ll make it worth your while.”
“How much?”
“Twenty grand.”
“Fifty.”
“Done.” he said, and dropped a card on the sand.
“When will you pay me?”
“Any day, except Tuesday, I’m busy Tuesday.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl. Now no cops, okay?”
“If I tell them, I don’t get the dosh,” I said.
“Too true. See ya,” he said, and walked off.
Simon returned carrying two rapidly melting ice cream cones.
“Who was that?”
“The opposition.”
“Oh.”
I took my cone and started to lick it. A dollop of ice cream fell on my bare left breast.
“Allow me.” said Simon and licked it off. Then he made a face.
“Urgh. It doesn’t go with sun cream.”
We walked back to the hotel, and I let the FBI know of the recent meeting on the beach. They already knew, as we had been observed all the time. Robert Garside started to set things in motion.
“Okay we now have a tail on Frankie, and now we can put a tap on his cell phone. Call the man this evening, and let him know that your Dad is meeting you here in the hotel at 11 p.m. tomorrow night.”
“Won’t he realise I’ve set him up?” I asked, suddenly worried about consequences.
“Not the way I plan it. What I want to happen is for Frankie to think your dad is dead. Then he will go away, and carry on with the drugs deal. Leaving us to walk in and make the bust.”
“Do I get to kill my dad?” I asked, and he smiled.
“No, we’ll do that. Hopefully Frankie will see it. We will arrange for your dad to be carrying a briefcase with a substantial amount of cash in it. We want Frankie to get his hands on it, and if caught with that, then we have him by the real short hairs.”
“Is it dirty money?”
“More than that, each note is UV marked as being DRUG MONEY. It was taken off some drug dealers a few weeks ago. The case has a transmitter in it as well.”