Page 50 of Wild Idol
I was loose and limber and ready for action.
Sunshine slid up my body, her slick skin pressing against mine, her glorious endowments against my back. Her hot breath whispered in my ear. “It’s almost time for you to roll over so I can do your front. Close your eyes, and I’ll be right back.”
It sounded heavenly to me, but I had to ask, “Is this part of your job, or something you want to do?”
“Solomon asked me to welcome you to the island. The massage was my treat. But I choose who and when to share love with.”
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she said, her seductive voice sparking a fire that couldn’t be extinguished.
Sounded reasonable to me. I did as the lady asked and closed my eyes.
Sunshine slid away, and her light footsteps patted against the floor. I wasn’t sure where she was going. Maybe to the restroom. Who knows?
Then heavy footsteps shuffled into the room. Either Sunshine had suddenly gained weight and put on boots, or somebody else was in here.
I peeled open my eyes to see what the commotion was about, and it wasn’t pleasant.
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That inextinguishable flame of desire got extinguished.
I lost enthusiasm faster than doing a cold plunge in the dead of winter.
Two thugs had entered the room and pointed AK-47s at me.
Sunshine stood in the corner of the room looking conflicted, covering her naughty bits with her hands.
“You’re not married, are you, Sunshine?“ I said in a sardonic voice.
Solomon followed the men into the room with an angry look on his face.
“This is not exactly relaxing,“ I said.
“Why are you asking so many questions about Star?”
Sunshine must have talked to Solomon when she went to get the coconut oil. Or perhaps Solomon had spies lingering just outside the bungalow. Maybe there were solar-poweredcameras placed in the room. Who knows? Regardless, he was here and pissed off.
Solomon was the kind of guy that contained his anger for the most part. It bubbled under the surface, and he spoke in a low, ominous voice. There was no doubt that when hediderupt, it would be furious and dramatic. Histrionic.
“Like I said, I’m an old friend of Ivy’s.”
“That name no longer exists. Who sent you?”
“Nobody sent me,” I said in the most innocent voice I could muster.
Solomon nodded to one of the thugs who jammed the barrel of the AK closer to my face. The smell of gun oil wafted.
“If there’s anything I despise, it’s lies,“ Solomon said. “Tell me who sent you and why you’re here.”
“I’m just here for a little relaxation. Which I was about to enjoy until you so rudely interrupted.”
Solomon didn’t react. In a sharp voice, he said, “Sunshine, get dressed and leave us.”
She scurried across the room, snatched her bikini from the floor, and darted out of the bungalow.
“I don’t like the girls to witness violence,” Solomon said. “It unsettles them. They’re delicate creatures. They don’t need to be a party to that kind of thing. They don’t need to burden their minds or their souls. I’ve worked tirelessly to help them remove past trauma and live freely, pursuing joy and love.” Solomon paused. “Now tell me who sent you and why you’re here? Did Ivy’s father send you?”
