THE ISLAND
Part 4: Portia
By Gortmundy.
Portia lounged on the veranda sipping her expresso and reading as the doctor approached. She was still dressed immaculately in couture blouse and slacks but had donned a pair of dark sunglasses and now sported a wide brimmed sunhat as she languidly lowered the file and gestured for the young man to a chair opposite.
"Thank you so much for coming Stefan, would you care for a coffee, or some breakfast perhaps, chef does a wonderful eggs-benedict?" The young doctor deferred politely and after a pause the woman continued, "How is our guest? She certainly seemed a tad worse for wear upon her arrival?" As she spoke Portia pushed her sunglasses down onto the bridge of her nose revealing eyes of darkest brown.
The young man found her level, unblinking gaze unsettling and he felt the sudden need to swallow nervously. The woman was stunning! He had been to the villa before for garden parties and the like and he remembered once seeing her sunbathing by the pool in her swimwear. She had the figure of a gymnast, with generous breasts, a flat stomach, long shapely legs and a tightly curved ass that any cheerleader would kill for. He carefully shifted in his seat as the memory caused his erection to grow unbidden.
The woman's lips curled slightly in a knowing smile as he cleared his throat before replying, "There was some bruising and a few abrasions but nothing serious. She has a slight temperature, probably due to dehydration, and a touch of heatstroke, but otherwise she's fine". He paused looking somewhat embarrassed, "I, erm, I carried out an examination while she was asleep and there are no signs of any STDs. I've given her a very mild sedative as well as a little antibiotic and quinine in case of any fever, but I would say that with some rest she should be up and about in no time".
Portia rose to her feet in a fluid, feline motion, and the doctor stood awkwardly. She took his hand in both of hers and his pulse quickened feeling the warmth of her light touch as she stepped close to him. Her voice was low, "You are very kind Stefan, if there is ever
anything
I can do for you, please let me know". Her gaze held his eyes for a few moments longer and she tilted her head slightly, "No? Ah well, perhaps another time, Gunter will show you back to the car".
As the flustered man withdrew, she lightly called after him, "Oh doctor, my husband will be returning from his business trip in a day or two and we may have a soiree to celebrate. If so, I do hope you'll come".
Portia glanced at the nearby maid after the doctor had gone and took in her barely concealed smile, "Oh don't give me that Helen! I wouldn't really have fucked the poor man over the coffee table; well probably not anyway". Portia grinned, "I'd have gotten you to do it".
Susan slept fitfully, troubled by dreams of smothering. Tossing and turning fretfully before she felt the faintest of touches on her arm, after that the tormenting images faded and she slipped into a deep dreamless slumber.
When she finally awoke Susan found herself to be in a large bed, wrapped in a luxurious duvet. Blinking sleep from her eyes and looking about she saw the bedroom was probably larger than her flat, decorated tastefully with expensive-looking furniture. A young woman sat in a nearby chair, eyes closed, listening intently to earphones, and bobbing her head slightly, probably in time to some tune only she could hear. She looked to be about the same age as Susan, somewhat shorter with a full figure. Her hair was dark, cut into a fringed bob that framed her attractive features. With her raised eyebrows and dimples she had a pretty, almost impish face.
Looking under the duvet Susan was almost exasperated to see that she was naked, again, but her quick eyes noticed what appeared to be nightclothes and a dressing gown folded neatly on a chair nearby.
As she stirred the young woman looked up and quickly removed the headphones. Smiling brightly, she approached the bed. "Hello, I'm Natassia, I've been asked to look after you". She helped Susan to sit up and fluffed the pillows behind her. Susan clutched the duvet over her breasts in embarrassment, but Natassia smiled disarmingly, "Don't fret Miss, we're all girls together after all, but if you'd like I can give you a minute or two to dress?" Susan nodded mutely and the girl passed her a silk nightdress. "You can put that on and get back into bed, or if you feel like getting up and sitting a while there's a nice warm robe right there". She looked slightly abashed, "I'm afraid I didn't get you any underwear, I didn't know what you'd like, but we can sort that out quickly enough once you feel better". The girl spoke near-perfect English, but with an unusual almost exotic accent. Susan was too shy to ask, but Natassia must have seen the question in her eyes, "I'm Egyptian, I went to business school in the United States".
Natassia quietly left the room and Susan swiftly slipped the nightdress over her shoulders. The bedroom had a huge window and Susan peeked through the blinds. Outside there was a balcony and the window looked out onto a panoramic view of thick green trees leading down to a magnificent, curved bay of clear blue water, lined with white sand. She could see a small jetty and what looked like a beach house of sorts.
After a few moments there was a light knock at the door and Natassia poked her head inside. "All better?" she queried brightly. Susan stammered her thanks and nervously asked the question that had been at the forefront of her mind since she awoke, "Where am I?"
Natassia looked into her eyes for a moment before answering, "You're safe". Seeing the look on Susan's face she laughed, "Oh my God! That sounded like something a Bond villain would say. I'm so sorry. No, it's difficult to explain, I guess. You're on an island. It doesn't really have an official name, though I think I heard it called Bonita Isle a few times, but I think the locals call it something else, I'm not sure. This house, well the whole island really, belongs to Madam Portia, she's my boss".
Susan felt Natassia guide her to sit back on the bed before she fetched the robe and placed it over her shoulders. Perching on the bed next to her she sat quietly for a minute or two before continuing. "Now you've just woken up, but Madam Portia will be having a late supper quite soon and she said you would be very welcome to join her, provided you felt up to it of course. No pressure. Like I said you've only just awoken, and the doctor did say you should rest so if you want to scoot back into that bed and sleep some more nobody will think the worse of you. Or, if you would like I can have a little supper brought here for you?"
Susan's stomach growled at the thought, and she glanced about nervously, as though expecting demented fishermen to burst into the room at any moment. Natassia simply sat and watched, allowing her to make up her own mind. Nibbling her lower lip, Susan's curiosity finally got the better of her nerves and she felt herself agreeing that it might be best to thank her benefactor in person.
Natassia smiled broadly, "Good girl. Madam Portia will be delighted. Theres no need to dress tonight so we'll just wrap this gown around you", she chattered as she fussed with the bathrobe. "There! You look fantastic, that colour really suits you. You could be a model". Thinking back over the last few days Susan muttered darkly, "Or a porn star".
Natassia turned to her, "None of that. You're a guest and I only work here so I'm meant to agree with you", she grinned mischievously, "Or at least disagree very, very politely; but if you'll allow, I think you are being a bit too hard on yourself". Susan gave a slight sniffle and gripped the girls hand in silent thanks.
Natassia led the way through the villa. To Susan, who had come from a modest home, scrimped and saved through student-life and generally bought her furniture second-hand it was like a movie set. The rooms were huge, filled with artwork and subtly lit as if by natural lighting. She was suddenly terrified she would bump into some object and maybe break a vase that cost a million dollars or something. Sensing her nervousness Natassia smiled, "Don't worry, you'll be fine, this is the cheap stuff. I doubt they would need to sell more than one of your kidneys to pay for some of it". Susan couldn't help but burst out laughing at the joke and she felt herself relaxing at little.
They stepped out onto a veranda that was lit by small overhead lamps that glittered life fireflies. A pair of figures were seated together at the far end of a dining table chatting easily while they enjoyed a glass of wine. One was a large, solidly built man with short-cropped greying hair and a grizzled expression. He had the build of a professional boxer and politely rose to his feet at the approach of the two women. Susan couldn't help but notice that despite his thick torso and powerful build he moved easily, with the poise and balance of a dancer. His eyes were a clear grey that his smile did not reach, and she shivered.
Portia also rose at the entrance of her guest. With a broad smile she approached the girl with her hands outstretched. "You came! I'm delighted. I had worried you might still be fatigued". She led Susan back to the table. "Please sit here by me. Natassia you too, don't be shy. I think your friend may need at least a little reassurance. My name is Portia, welcome to my house, enter freely and of your own will".
