Threads: The Island Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Threads: The Island Chapter 2

... that the old man was right in what he was saying. There would be a media frenzy, and he'd be right in the middle of it. "Fuck me sideways." "I see we're on the same page, Kyle." "I guess so," he replied unhappily. "So what happens now?" "There should be a car outside for you. There's a private jet due to arrive in," He glanced at his watch, a polished silver pocket watch, then dropped it back in his pocket. "Nine hours time, that's half past eight tonight. Take-off will be around nine o'clock and the flight from San Antonio to Guadeloupe Island, the nearest airport to the Island, is around seven hours. From there you'll take a boat for an hour to the Island itself, so you should be there at around sunrise." "Overnight journey?" Kyle asked, frowning. "It sounds exhausting." "Unfortunately we have to get all three of you to the Island as soon as possible, so it's unavoidable on this occasion. However." The old man paused. "At the airport will be a woman named Patricia, an Executive Assistant to Mister Tripps with many years experience. She'll be your liaison, your point of contact and your assistant for the duration of your trip." "Why do I need an assistant?" Kyle asked. "Because you'll have a lot of questions," The old man said simply. "Now, Patricia is very good at her job and she'll be a real asset to you, so make sure you rely upon her." "We'll see," Kyle replied, knowing he still wasn't sure if he was going to go to this Island at all. The idea of buggering off with his ...

... folks seemed appealing, despite his well-known aversion to hiking. "In between now and tonight you'll have a driver to look after you. Her name is Caroline, I'm assured she's very good, and she'll have a few forms for you to complete. I also have this for you." The old man slid an envelope over the table. Kyle opened it and emptied the contents. A Visa card, a Mastercard, a clear envelope with cash in it and a small keyfob. "What's all this?" "The credit cards are for you to purchase some suitable clothing for your trip, the cash for if you don't want to use your credit cards or if you need to tip, and the keyfob is a personal alarm," The old man explained. "If you push the red button, a security team will converge on your location and extract you from any situation or threat in the vicinity." "Like bodyguards?" Kyle asked, shaking his head. "This is too surreal." "I'd imagine there will be many surreal moments in the days to come," The old man replied. "Pin numbers for the cards?" Kyle asked, picking them up and looking at them. They seemed almost holographic. "The year of your birth. We can change that tomorrow for you." "I suppose they've got like a twenty grand limit or something extravagant like that?" Kyle laughed. "Not quite, no." Mister Crowler smiled. "I believe they're somewhere in excess of a couple of hundred thousand dollars, but they were set up in a hurry, so we'll get that straightened out too in the next few days." Kyle snorted with laughter. "Another surreal ...