The Island Pt 04 Portia

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".

She seemed to have deliberately timed her delivery just as the stocky man was taking a sip of his wine and he sputtered and almost choked. Coughing and muttering in German he carefully placed his glass back on the table. Portia giggled like a schoolgirl, "Oh I'm so sorry Gunter, I just couldn't resist it!"

The woman looked back at Susan with the broad smile still on her face and still giggling. "I have a terrible sense of humour and I do so love to tease", Gunter rolled his eyes as he used a napkin to wipe his chin. "So, Susan, I want to hear all about your adventure, but first I think we should eat, yes? Relax a little perhaps. I know you must still be tired so if you feel at all under the weather please just say so, no need to be polite and listen to me twittering on all evening".

The dinner that followed was a pleasant affair and the food delicious. Portia looked on with delight as Susan demolished her plateful and insisted she have seconds. "Oh, I think chef will like you! But you might want to leave at least a little space for dessert, his crem brulee is to die for".

Portia was a delightful host and the stories she told of her "wild youth" sometimes left the two girls breathless with laughter. Even Gunter smiled, but he also noted with professional admiration how she carefully gleaned almost the entirety of Susan's story from her and did it with such disarming art that the girl told it all without becoming overly distressed. It was really quite skilful he thought.

Susan caught herself stifling a yawn midway through her dessert as she felt herself growing drowsy. She was still pretty tired and wondered if drinking so much wine had been such a great idea after all. Portia smiled, saying, "I think it's bedtime for you my dear. Best to leave us old fuddy-duddies to our port and cigars". Natassia helped the girl to her feet, and she stood there swaying ever so slightly mumbling her thanks to the woman. Portia couldn't help but grin at the poor girl's efforts. She turned to her companion and gestured, "Gunter, would you be so kind".

The big man picked her up in his arms effortlessly, as if she were a small child. Portia grinned at the sight, "I'll see you for breakfast my dear. There is something we need to discuss". Gunter carried her back to her bedroom and waited until Natassia had rolled down the bedspread. Carefully laying her down he paused as Natassia slid the robe from around her and tucked the duvet back around her chin. She turned to the big man, "Will I leave a lamp on, I think she had nightmares". He looked at her as if she had asked him for the answer to some strange unknowable riddle and shrugged.

The next morning Susan was awoken by Natassia knocking on the bedroom door. "Good morning sleepyhead". Natassia entered the room followed by an attractive black woman. They both seemed to regard the blonde girl carefully as yawning she rose and stretched. Natassia turned to the black woman and asked, "What do you think?"

"Should work", she replied and left the room.

Susan looked perplexed by the exchange. Natassia grinned infectiously, "That's Kady, she's about your size and said you can borrow some of her clothes, at least until we can have the tailoress knock something up for you or maybe have something delivered".

She opened a couple of the other bedroom doors while chattering brightly, "Through there is your on-suite and your shower room. Through that one is your sitting room. I'm afraid you missed breakfast, but I can have chef whip something up for you if you like. Mistress Portia told me to let you sleep but she did say she hoped to see you for lunch. There's a phone in the bedside table if you want to call for a maid or whatever". As she spoke, she disappeared into one of the rooms and moments later Susan could hear a shower running.

By the time Susan had showered and returned to her bedroom wrapped in a luxurious towel it looked like Kady had come and gone leaving an assortment of clothes, mostly summer dresses but also a couple of gowns. There were a couple of pairs of sneakers and a beautiful pair of soes with four-inch heels. There was also a small box containing underwear. Susan looked through it and saw that much of it looked like the kind of thing she normally wouldn't have dared wear, unless she had suddenly decided to drive her boyfriend insane that is.

Susan turned up at lunch wearing one of the bright Summer dresses, with her long blonde hair shining and cascading down her back. Portia looked delighted, "My, Susan! Don't you look a treat?" Glimpsing something in the look Natassia cast the girl she added, "Good enough to eat I should say, wouldn't you agree?" Blushing faintly Natassia looked down at her hands and nodded mutely.

Portia smiled and came to the embarrassed girl's rescue. "Natassia, would you be a dear and pop down to see the tailoress for me? I ordered some alterations to my new gown and I'm going to need it this evening".

After the girl scampered off Portia's grin faded slightly as she looked at the blonde girl. She slid a thin folder across the table towards the girl. "I have something for you, but I think it may be a little upsetting". Deciding that mincing words would just make things worse she nodded at the file, "After you failed to turn up at the school you were declared missing. The authorities carried out a search, but after finding no trace you were declared presumed dead last week. Your parents took it very hard as you would imagine". Tears began to well up in the blonde girl's eyes. "There's a photograph of your funeral in the file, it looked quite charming, there were a lot of flowers".

Feeling heartsick Susan slumped down in a chair. Portia sat herself in the chair next to her and rested her hand on the girl's arm. Her voice was soothing, "Don't fret so, it's not as bad as you think". She indicated a laptop computer resting on the table nearby. "Your parents live in Sydney, don't they? Well, we have offices in Sydney and right now I have a man sitting in a car outside your parent's house with a laptop just like that one. If you like I can have him ring their doorbell and, in a moment, just like magic, you can see and speak to your folks again, and give them the good news".

She smiled, looking at the hope blossoming in the girl's eyes, "Would you like that?"

The feelings welling up in the girl made it hard for her to speak so she simply nodded. Portia saw that her eyes were like saucers and her lips were trembling making her look almost childlike.

Portia tapped a few keys on the laptop and sliding it across the table looked to the young woman. "There you go. Just tap the enter key and it will all happen automatically". Susan stared at the blank screen and her hands trembled over the keyboard.

Portia rose and excused herself, "I think it might be best if I give you some privacy my dear. I'll pop back in later". As she left the veranda, she heard the delighted, unbelieving cries from the computer and a trembling ecstatic voice, "Mommy".

It was sometime later when Portia returned to the table. Susan looked up with red rimmed eyes at her approach. The older woman smiled gently, "My, my, little Susan, you just got yourself looking like a million dollars and now I've gone and spoiled it". Picking up a napkin she made to wipe a tear from the girls face and was taken totally by surprise when Susan launched herself from her seat and wrapped her arms around her. Unused to such things but feeling the girl sobbing she awkwardly held her and patted her on the back. "It's okay, it will all be fine, truly".

Standing back, sniffing, and wiping her nose Susan looked at the Portia with adoration, "I'll never be able to thank you enough for that, never!"

Feeling awkward and just a little embarrassed the older woman tried to brush it off, "That? Susan some people think I'm a bit of a cold fish, a heartless bitch some say, and if I'm being honest with myself its mostly true. But I'd do that for anyone". She squeezed the girl's hand and smiled, "Now why don't you head off and enjoy yourself. I'm sure Natassia will be missing you".

Some time later Susan and Natassia were sunning themselves down by the pool. The sky was a beautiful clear blue with only a few wisps of cloud and a blazing sun shone down on the two girls as the relaxed. Natassia grinned as she sipped one of the mojitos a smiling Kady had dropped off just a few moments ago. "I'm going to get in so much trouble doing this, I'm meant to be working after all". She rolled over on her front to gaze at the blonde girl on the lounger next to her.

Susan wore a fairly modest two-piece bikini, but Natassia wore something considerably more daring and had already slipped off the top half of her suit, revealing a pair of shapely breasts. "No tan lines for me", she giggled. Susan looked across at her companion, taking in her curvaceous figure. Her eyes were drawn to several horizontal marks that criss-crossed her rounded buttocks. The pink stripes were fading, but unmistakeable. Catching the look Natassia grinned, "I broke a cup and got a thrashing the day before you arrived". Seeing Susan's goggle-like stare she laughed, "Well the cup was from some two-hundred-year-old set and cost about $60,000 to replace. I think they had to get some guy in England to go back in time in a Police box to get a replacement. All things considered I think I got off easy". She blushed red at the memory, "It was such an embarrassment though. Mrs Beatrice, she's the housekeeper, generally does these things in the kitchen in front of everyone. She says it's so we all benefit from the lesson, but I can tell you I didn't feel like I was benefitting much when I was bent over the kitchen table with my bum in the air while she caned my ass. She gave me a baker's dozen; says I got the extra one for blubbering".

Natassia grinned, "For an old bird that lady can swing. I couldn't sit for the rest of the day".

Susan seemed almost hypnotised by the stripes and Natassia watched intently as she reached across and almost unconsciously traced a cool finger along one of the lines. The sensation made the young girl shiver, and she released her breath with a barely audible, "ohh". Stretching across she slowly drew the young blonde closer and gently kissed her on the mouth. Susan responded and the kiss grew in intensity as hands explored her body. She had no recollection of losing her bikini but very soon both girls were coiled naked on a sun lounger. The dark-haired girl grinned at Susans gasps as she worked her way down her body, kissing her breasts and teasing her nipples with her tongue before working her way lower.