Chapter Two.
After being whisked away by a driver in sleep black Bentley Continental GT, and deposited at her flat with strict instructions to gather only ht bare essentials in be downstairs in 20 minutes to board the private plane; Lynne rattled up the stairs, ignoring the lift and opened the door of her flat.
She walked into her lounge and found three people waiting; her boss Caroline Hyes Bowles, and two men she didn't know.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Lynne snapped, noticing her carry-on silver Samsonite case, already packed, Caroline spoke first, " Lynne you have to listen and listen carefully; these me are from the Government and they want you to be their eyes and ears while you're away with Patrick. I didn't tell you but we think he is dodgy, maybe not full-on crooked, but something is off about him and his money. You don't bank over £6 million a year like clockwork unless your revenue stream is off the books. These men want you to report back on anything that seems off to you," Caroline was serious and her tone flat.
The taller, handsome featured man, in a black well-cut suit, chimed in next, "Miss Lysoto or should I call you Miss Keyande; don't look surprised; we know about your true family. All we want from you is to contact us on this phone," His dark features: short well-groomed hair and well-manicured beard softened the deep piercing brown eyes. Caroline looked shocked at the suggestion that Lynne was who she said she was. She was about to speak; but then quietned lest her interruption would be unwelcome. However, she intended to quiz the two men on who Lynne was. He handed Lynne a phone and then held out his hand, "If you please?" Lynne, stunned, like an automaton, reached for her phone and handed it over, "All your numbers, texts and emails have been cloned onto the hard drive, even your passwords. You will have a number for your Great Uncle Tennyson or 'Sonny', as you would call him; that is the number to contact us."
"Sonny is dead!" Lynne's voice sounded small; this was a lot to take in.
"Yes, but when you call, someone will be on the end of the line, but she glanced back to Caroline as she stepped forward,
"Listen, Lynne, this is important, Patrick could be legit but the government are suspicious. I set you up that meeting with Patrick as you were a dead-ringer for his late wife. Whatever you do with him is unimportant but he wants you to go with him to Turk's and Caicos and that's an opportunity we cannot miss. If nothing comes of it, come home and you'll have that partnership waiting, " Caroline was nervous, Lynne could tell but her voice was sincere.
"Seven minutes!" The other man stood and picked up the silver carry-on luggage, "You have to go, Miss Kaynde or your past will catch up with you. My colleague, Massud will be monitoring your calls as he will join you on the island. He is an ex-marine, and very capable. If something goes wrong; you ring Uncle Sonny and he will meet you and bring you home safe and sound. You have six minutes," This man held her attention, he was rugged but there was a sharpness to him; an edge to compelled her to do as he said.
Massud took the case from his colleague, " Lynne, I will be there 24/7. I will be your shadow. I will bring you home!" His voice was soothing and confident. Lynne could smell his expensive aftershave, and could see beneath the suit was an athletic, toned physique that instilled a sense of security in her.
"Very well, I will call you, when I have anything to say! I do not believe all this. The man I have met is simply a grieving older attractive man!" She glanced at Caroline, " I'll do this but I want a huge bonus for this; this is above and beyond the call of duty!"
Massud held up the case, "Time to go!" Lynne walked out of the door and took the lift. Massud followed her and whilst in the lift reminded her of the protocols,
"Remember, keep the phone charged, your charger will fit easily and it's an hour-fast charge battery. There is a secret record facility on the system that records for an hour; without detection or catastrophic power drian. It is waterproof too. If you hear anything remotely relevant; send the audio segment to me. Do it in the toilet, it's the most private place I think you'll have. I expect your 'holiday' will be a week or ten days," The lift chimed softly and Lynne got ready to leave the elevator. She turned,
"I don't believe Patrick is a crook!" She missed.
"I hope you're right. I will be watching your back. Enjoy your flight!"
The whole exchange was 27 minutes long and she handed her luggage to the driver and then they sped away to the 'Flyte' private charter hanger within Stansted airport. The driver parked outside the hanger reception, lifted the carry-on to Lyne, smiled warmly and she went through to the reception. She was met by Patrick himself,
"Oh Lynne, I feared you might have changed your mind!" He stood up and walked over to her and gave a light tender kiss, "You are coming?" He looked genuinely nervous.
"Of course, I packed my favourite bikini!" She smiled.
" Excellent, do you have your passport?" He asked. Lynne fished through the front compartment of the case, pulled out a small leather documents wallet and found her passport,
"I haven't been to many places, it's a bit sparse in there!" She flushed, genuinely embarrassed that her passport was nearly empty.
"Something we shall have to remedy," He smiled and handed them to the pretty airline staff member, Patrick smiled at her and she became a little flustered. Lynne grinned at her girlish consternation, thinking that she would have to rough it in this man's company. Once the paperwork had been checked, they walked out to the plane, Patrick refusing to hand over Lynne's case and gallantly trundled it to a good-looking blonde, petite cabin crew member and had it stowed on board the plane. Patrick let Lynne climb aboard and he followed. The jet was opulent and decked out in cream-coloured leather swivel seats. Patrick helped her to her seat and took one opposite her. The cabin crew; a slim black-haired man in his 20s and a pretty blonde of the same age ran through the pre-flight tasks and then brought a drink of good quality champagne to them both.
Once in flight, a tasty dinner was served, with an excellent Mouton 1834 claret, and then coffee after sweet strawberries as a dessert. Once fed and watered the cabin crew retired to their section; leaving Patrick and Lynne to their own devices. Patrick had glanced at Lynne through their meal, chatted amiably about her life and he shared his. Lynne, now forewarned about Patrick's potential criminal business, was able to steer the conversation back to his business dealings, trying to ascertain if anything he said might confide in her, be criminal or even mildly dodgy. Having an excellent financial brian, she was soon mentally calculating how his year-on-year investments would be consistently in the millions.
"Lynne, as my advisor, the investments I make with your firm and others, are usually short-term. It's boom or bust in the hotel game! If I don't expand; I die. I have to find the next big thing and I need capital to invest. I have had to invite some people onto my board; who are not friendly but like to make money! A lot of money and often quickly. I'm always looking for the longer game for long-term sustainable success," Patrick was open and his tone was honest and open. Lynne's instinct was to believe this man, ignore his detractors in the UK government, who had essentially ambushed her in her flat, and simply enjoy this millionaire lifestyle for a week or so and then go back to work, and count her bonus for simply doing her job. She wouldn't stay at the firm now, once Patrick had been exonerated, she would find pastures new. If things worked out with Patrick; she could make some decisions but right now, she looked at this good man and wanted to enjoy his company.
"Patrick, I sort of expected you to be 'hands-on' with me; after my half-completed report!" She smiled sweetly, Patrick looked up at her and returned her smile. She felt so immediately comfortable with him, that she felt that he was the victim of some terrible mistake or some erroneous information. She felt aroused with him, remembering his touch in the conference room and the suffusion of powerful feelings and sexual excitement. She wanted those feelings again, she wanted him to touch her naked body, pinch her stiffened nipples, suck on her swollen clit and make her shudder and shiver.
"What do you have in mind?" Patrick gave her a sideways glance, a smile danced on his lips. Glancing up and down the plane's cabin, Lynne unbuckled her seat, got to her knees and crawled over to him. As she reached him, she took hold of the zipper on his suit trousers and pulled it down, She looked at him with her big eyes and smiled, and Patrick did nothing to stop her. She unbuckled his belt and then popped the button on his waistband, all the while looking up and time. Finally, she pulled down his briefs and was surprised by how his prick sprang to full attention. Patrick's eyes now closed and surrendered to the feelings in his groin,
"Oh! What a proud boy you are!" She tenderly took hold of his thick veined shaft and began to lick up and down the shaft lovingly. He tasted clean and fresh from a recent shower, but also just a hint of manliness, oozing rapidly from the tip of his cock; his pre-cum beginning to emerge.
"Oh Cassie..." Patrick muttered, his eyes closed, "It's all for you...." He hesitated; and remembered who was sucking his prick," I'm sorry; Lynne.." His eyes opened and looked down and watched her bobbing up and down on his member. He shrugged, as she slipped down his trousers, letting them poll at his feet. Lynne shook his cock in her mouth, relaxing her throat. She wanted to impress him with her fellatio skills, so she rose, held his cock with one hand then lowered herself down onto his swollen cock and throated him as far as she could, making a loud gagging sound, " Oh fuck yes...Lynne swallow me!" Lynne gagged and then withdraw the cock from her throat and then bobbed rapidly half a dozen times, opening her throat as much as she could manage to take him as deeply as she could. As she forced her throat to relax, she impaled herself onto his cock and took his full length, she fought to urge to gag and struggle. With this complete overload of sensation, Patrick reached out and held the back of her head as his cock twitched, "Oh God! Lynne, I'm cumming!"
At just the perfect moment, Lynne pulled herself off his cock; but kept his swollen glans upon her tongue as Patrick groaned and spilt long ropes of pearl-white semen into her mouth and throat. Lynne steeled herself and then swallowed the thick salty liquid. As Patrick convulsed, the last spurts of his cock fed her throat and then as he grew flaccid, she licked his head clean and then sat back, wiping her mouth and then looked at him.
"Did Cassie suck your cock, Patrick? Did I remind you of her? I don't mind...really!" She whispered, her throat still thick from his semen,
"Oh Lynne, I'm sorry I used her name but yes...you touch me like her..but you are not her, my darling..you are not her!" Patrick looked at her, she was so sultry and seductive, but still so alike.
"I wanted to please you, we didn't have time to explore what my mouth could do for you, did we?" Lynne teased. The sex in the conference room had been dictated by Patrick's penetration of her, she had been able to show him how she could deep-throat him.
"Now I want to please you... buy perhaps I might have a moment to recover>" He smiled, and Lynne grinned,
"Well, you did fill my stomach!" She reproached him, "So perhaps we might wait until we land and then you can remind me how wicked your tongue can be?"
