They were enjoying breakfast after showering when Grant's phone rang.
"Fortuitous timing," Grant said when he finished the call, a big smile on his face. "We need to go back for a meeting about the O'Malley case. Apparently a decision has been made. We can pick up Helen at the same time, bring her back with us."
"You're going to leave me?" Salomé asked.
"We'll only be gone for a week or so," Grant replied. "We'll be back in time for the party."
"Why don't we take Salomé with us?" Penny suggested. "I can take her to Nassau with me for a few days. It might be a nice change of pace for her to get away from here for a bit."
"If you'd accept a ride on my jet, I'd like to join you," Victor said. "I've only met your wife in passing a couple of times at parties. I'd like the opportunity to get to know her better."
"I'm sure that she'd like that, too," Grant said, smiling.
They had a meeting with Ari Steinmetz and decided that with a bit of subterfuge, it wouldn't be that great a security risk. They'd file a flight plan to Dallas with a refueling stop in West Palm Beach, though the jet wouldn't continue on to Dallas. If the Qataris were closely monitoring Salomé's whereabouts, that would be enough misdirection to allow her to slip away to Nassau with Penny. Since Victor was most likely also on their radar, he would stay in Florida as further misdirection, hoping that the Qataris would assume Salomé to be staying close to him. When Ari learned about Frank, he was less uncomfortable about none of his people accompanying Salomé, though he suggested that they allow him to have one of his people meet them when they touched down in Florida and to accompany Penny and Salomé to Nassau, correctly pointing out that Frank couldn't possibly provide security 24 hours a day. That and agreeing to hire some local Bahamian security for the house assuaged Ari's misgivings.
Penny was impressed by the luxuriousness of the interior of Victor's Gulfstream, especially compared to the relatively spartan nature of her Eclipse. She was also impressed that the captain was a small blonde woman in her 30s with piercing green eyes. The co-pilot was a tall, slender Black man. They were both dressed informally, Ilse, the pilot, wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt which didn't hide her small pale nipples, while John, the co-pilot, wore khaki trousers and a loose Hawaiian shirt. Victor greeted Ilse with a hug and a very friendly kiss and a handshake and quick hug for John.
As they were given a quick tour - there were 11 plush seats and two sofas, all with koa wood tables, plus a cabin in the back with a bed and a full bathroom, including shower - Salomé's face lit up. They weren't airborne very long before Salomé pulled Grant to the rear cabin, leaving the pocket door open.
The 91/2-hour flight to West Palm Beach was non-stop sex, even Ilse and John joining them at some point, though never together, with small meals interspersed every 4 hours. Penny found Ilse's clamshell pussy a spicy delight, especially after Victor had fucked her then let her suck him off before watching as she ate Ilse's pussy. John had a fat cock and fucked Grant in the ass while he was fucking her, her legs resting against his shoulders. Penny would never forget the look on his face as he froze, his mouth dropping open as John worked his cock into his ass. She could feel his cock throbbing deep in her pussy.
"Christ on a crutch!" he gasped, then slowly began fucking her again while John's cock filled his ass.
An hour and a half before landing, the final meal was served and everyone dressed. After a barely perceptible landing, they taxied to the big hangar that Victor had arranged to keep the jet in. There was a black SUV parked nearby and a tall, Black, thickly built man wearing aviator sunglasses and dressed all in black emerged as they descended the stairs to the tarmac.
"I am Bitalo Nabirye," he introduced himself, shaking hands. "Ari asked me to meet your plane."
"You will be protecting me?" Salomé asked, looking up at him and smiling.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his bright, wide smile lighting up his ebony face. "We should either move inside or move on," he suggested. "If you're being tracked, the longer we can delay you being discovered, the better, though I've not seen anything here that gives me any reason to worry. I got here a couple of hours ago and there have been very few people coming or going."
"Ah, here's my car," Grant said when he saw the Bentley approaching. "We'll see the two of you in a few days, a week at the most," he said, hugging and kissing Penny and Salomé. "I'll let you know when the meeting is scheduled and it will be your option whether you come or not," he said to Penny.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Penny said. "Just let me know."
"Have fun," Victor said, hugging and kissing each of them.
"Thanks for the ride," Penny said, smiling. "You sure that you don't want to come with us?"
"Some other time," Victor replied. "There are things that I can take care of since I find myself here. I'll see you when we return," he said, joining Grant in the Bentley.
Penny couldn't have said why she was surprised when Bitalo drove them the few hundred yards to her hangar without needing to ask where they were going.
"This is yours?" Salomé asked, her eyes wide in surprise, that particular detail of how they were going to get to Nassau having been conveniently left out. "You're going to fly us?"
"Yes," Penny replied, smiling as she did her pre-flight exterior inspection before boarding. "Would you like to sit up front with me?" she asked Salomé.
"Oh, yes!" Salomé replied, her eyes shining with excitement.
Making sure that Bitalo was securely belted in, Penny climbed into the left-hand seat and began her pre-flight checklist. Finding everything to her liking, she started first one, then the second of her engines after using a remote control to open the hangar's door so that she could exit. Less than five minutes later, they were airborne, turning east towards the ocean and the Bahamas beyond.
"Oh, Penny, this is so amazing," Salomé gasped. "And you are really flying us."
"I'm sure that you could learn to do it, too," Penny said. "Just like me. It's just a matter of studying."
"Oh, that is so beautiful," Salomé said when she saw the verdant islands set in the deep blue, then turquoise water closer to shore. "What, we are going down already?" she asked as Penny descended.
"It's a quick trip," Penny replied, laughing.
"That was impressive," Bitalo said after they had landed and deplaned. "Nice little jet."
"I only use it to come here," Penny explained as she led the way to the waiting Jeep.
Glancing at the white car with an orange bubble on the top with SECURITY in large letters on the sides and the hood parked in front of the house, Penny pulled into the garage. Entering the house, they found Ella in the kitchen, several platters set on the counter, one of clams and oysters on the half shell with ramekins of melted clarified butter, aioli, and cocktail sauce, another of giant shrimp cocktail, and the third assorted cut fruit.
"Oh, Ella, this is perfect," Penny said when she saw everything, hugging her tightly. "This is Salomé and Bitalo," she introduced.
"You sure have Frank all excited," Ella said, eyeing them.
"Nonsense, woman," Frank said, appearing out of nowhere. "Frank Prince," he said, shaking Bitalo's hand. "We spoke on the phone. And you must be what all this fuss is about," he said, smiling at Salomé and gently shaking her hand. "As beautiful as you are, you probably do need protecting."
