Lifes A Beach 15

"Dad he wants to be the hero.." Co-pilot had survived the crash of the Learjet charter, story he was telling was twisting all the facts. Last straw as far as the old marine was concerned, he had saved his life, he was going to tear that cocky young pilot apart in just a few seconds. "Please daddy..."

Two months ago....

Record company had us under contract, they owned the four of us, put our ensemble together called the 'Kit Kat Klub'. My other songs had sold to some established stars, they were reaping the benefits of my talent. Bluesy love songs, ballads of loneliness, completely different from the pop crap they had us rehearsing. Shayla was the lead singer, the star, that cock sucking whore.

Public relations scheme sold her as a virgin, blonde hair and perky boobs. Liars, all of them! Tricked us into these contracts, already advertising the new girl band sensation. First highly produced song was climbing the charts, booked us on this cruise ship line so we could tighten up the act before our big summer tour in the States. On her knees Shayla thought those old leches would do anything for her.

Cruise ship in the South Pacific sounded like a vacation Right? Two shows a night, rehearsals. Constant dance lessons, hours in the gym, watching all those guests with their scrumptious meals, drinking having the time of their life. Our diet was egg white omelets and fucking salad... that was the least of my problems.

My biggest problem was the studios security team. That group of men were the toughest bad asses on the planet, ex-military and some of them had been what they would only say was 'contractors'. Except for that one...Son of a bitch that abandoned me and my mom twenty years ago, fucker didn't even recognize me.

It was three years ago that mom finally showed me the wedding picture, cancer had gotten the best of her, on her death bed. "He was the most handsome man ever on earth..." She loved him and hated him... Last words still haunt me. He has no fucking clue...

Mother worked at the church in northern California, behind the glass window pulpit stood Mount Shasta, that's my name, Shasta. Single mother doing the best she could, never dated, she could almost have been a nun except for me. Never doubted her love for me, her hugs when I was bad, I miss those hugs.

"Why do you hate him?" Beau is my closest friend. My lord what a set of lungs on her, Jamaican beauty has twice the talent of Shayla.

"If he looked at me like he looks at you I would have him buried in my cunt." Tina was a holdover from a grunge band that self destructed, she can play almost any instrument that you put in her hands. Pink hair and a killer body that is only getting sexier with all our hard work.

"I just hate him OK!" They can't know he is my father that I have never met. First day off in weeks and they want to know why I'm so bitchy to that man. "More champagne!" Security has the three of us locked in the suite, at least we can eat and drink whatever we want. Shayla is out with our manager no doubt sucking him off again, she is really a slut.

Vince our manager was very excited about porting in Papeete tomorrow, only thing the slime ball would say is two more songs were rising in the charts and our debut single is number one. 'Over-nite Sensation!' If only the fans knew we are slaves working twelve hour days or more, ordering us around, not telling us anything. Fame and Fortune! See the world! I've never been this miserable in my life..."C'mon girl let's have some fun!"

Beau and Tina are sloppy drunk and naked...screw that lesbian shit. My notebook has more than twenty new songs. Sitting on the lanai, blue ocean and the sun, a new song is building in my soul. Lost love of a father from long ago...my songs are orgasmic.

FIRST DAY

"Let's go girls!" Vince the scum-ball hustling us to the private jet, "Only have room for one body guard." Someone to carry our bags is what he really means. Why does she do that to me all the time? Shayla looked right at me when she picked him, the most handsome, the one all the other guys look up too, he is a man among boys.

Couple weeks ago Shayla was putting the moves on him, hilarious how he shut her down, "Ma'am, please put your tits away, I'm here for your safety." Rude bastard grabbed his crotch, "I would destroy a little girl like you.." For a few seconds I didn't hate him. Pilot is hating him now, making him do another preflight, checking his paperwork, brusk and proficient.

Damn he is handsome tucked into the little jump seat by the bathroom. Hands folded in his lap napping as soon as the wheels were off the ground. Buzz of the engines is intense back there, white noise is a tonic to him.

Beau and Tina both have been rebuffed in the most polite terms, when he is not on duty he is the best big brother any girl could have. "Damn Shasta give the guy a break." Beau can sense my angst, "He would take a bullet for you.."

"Tell us.." Tina for all the crudity on the surface is actually the most kind and caring person, "You can't even be in the same room with him with out bringing us all down..."

"From the second he showed up you've hated him." Beau with her shining blue eyes and caramel skin is hard for anyone to resit, "What is it?"

"Don't cry honey..." Tina with her soft and caring voice, has she been in my notebook? Those are the words to the last song I wrote.

"Get out of the way!" Three of us are shocked at how fast that man moves shoving Vince into his seat, Shayla complaining about the sudden turn of events. Flight attendant blocking the door to the cockpit unceremoniously landing in Shayla's lap, what in the hell is going on?

Can't hear most of what he is saying to the pilots, 'Oil pressure?' What does that mean? "Seat belts!" Voice like that could stop a train, oh god this is Scary! Something doesn't sound right...sickening crunch..I can't breathe! His blue eyes..shoving that mask in my face...Oh my god the wind and stuff flying in the air..."Our father who art in heaven..."

Beau and Tina are scared spit-less as he helps them arrange their oxygen masks, Shayla is still screaming until he slaps her. How can he breathe? How can he stand up with the plane doing all the crazy shit? Hero is the song I'm going to write if I survive, I can feel it in my soul, blue water of the ocean is so beautiful, I can see the swells....

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls. Vince is calling for his mommy, fear in his face at the fist that is poised to pummel him. Shayla is white as a ghost. God he is beautiful making us hug the pillows to our chest, instructing us to get ready...chaos.

His arms around me feel like heaven...so strong yet gentle, if this is my last memory it will be the best. He's kicking and kicking at that door suddenly in the sunshine... "Don't leave me daddy..."

Tina's looking at me google eyed, blood pouring from the lump on her forehead. Standing on the wing is an odd place to be...

Beau is cradling her left shoulder, seems to be shaped wrong. Shayla landed with a splash, she looks like a drowned sail-cat. Flight attendant is floating face down in the swells, waves jostling the wreckage, oh god, oh god....

"Swim god-dam-it!" He is pointing to such a lovely beach about fifty feet away.

"Daddy don't go back in!" Plane is sinking, door opening is almost under water, Tina is holding my hand so tight won't let me go back and help. There he is! He's got a pilot, why the hell is he kissing the flight attendant?! Lord please help things are so confusing....

Wish he would say something..anything, standing away from us heaving his guts out...Flight attendant is bleary eyed coughing up bits of water still. Pilot is unconscious his leg looks bad. "Well that was exhilarating!" Tina has a huge lopsided grin. Hurts Beau to laugh while she rearranges her sports bra into a sling, her tits hanging out.

"Am I the only one without a scratch?" I can't help smiling at the clear blue skies, a sandy tropical beach, what more could girl want?

"You had an angel holding you the whole time." Beau croaks out.

Tina took a few steps toward our hero before he waved her away, "We all love you..." Moments later he walked back into that lovely lagoon, picture postcard perfect. Emerging he began removing his shirt, "Look at that scar..." Tina was gobsmacked.

Piercing blue eyes don't miss a thing, lingers a few seconds extra on Beau's shoulder. "What are we going to do?" Flight attendant is sobbing seems to help her breathe. Belt buckle and then his wet slacks drop to his ankles, kicks them to the pile adding his socks last.

"Never thought tighty whities could be sexy." Tina at least got a smile and a small chuckle out of him. Observes the rocky ridge going to the peak of the island, the length and breath of the sheltered lagoon. Fixates on the tail of the jet sticking out of the water, orientation complete his slight nod confirms his decision diving into our lagoon paradise.

"What in the hell is he doing?" I saw him take several dives before he was walking out of the water with several bottles of liquor.

"Drink.." Beau took his command and chose the vodka. After several strong pulls Beau was beginning to feel the alcohol numbing her. His gentle finger stroking her shoulder, pressing making Beau yelp, "Drink more..." Glug, glug nearly half the bottle is consumed, "That tickles!" His left hand at her ribcage with his thumb gently slipping over her hard nipple.

"Big Hershey's kiss," He's fondling Beau's luscious chocolate colored breast. Kid in a candy store even his eyes smile, "Can I lick it?" Beau didn't notice his right arm intertwining near her left disjointed shoulder.

"Fuck me!" Beau sounds like a strange wounded animal calling the alarm in a deep dark forest. Both shoulders square bouncing her boobs with her makeshift sling hanging from her neck. "Still hurts, kiss it and make it better?" Beau in her drunken flirty mode, batting her eyelashes.

Growing moans from the injured co-pilot distract him, serious determined face replacing his little kid smile. Tina and I getting a few nips from the vodka letting our reality sink in...in disbelief as he walks into the tangled jungle.

"I'm scared." Shayla looks and acts like the teenage virgin the record producers want the world to believe, not the nineteen year old cock slut whore we all know. Flight attendant has a fairly serious bruise forming on the side of her face, still disorientated finally peeling away her wet uniform.

"Those are coconuts hanging in the tree!" Tina confounds us with her happy go lucky attitude, "C'mon Shasta let's go play Gilligan's Island." She is the most athletic chick in the group, producers were willing to pay for a boob job but her always outstanding nips more than made up for her lack of size. I think she is half monkey too.

"Look out below!" Tina tossed one of the husks at him when he was nearing the edge of the forest. In his arms several large sticks and a branch that had a couple papayas. "Grumpy old man.." Tina didn't like his disapproving frown.

"What the hell do we do with them now?" We had five coconuts, they didn't look like the ones we got in the grocery store. Infuriating bastard ignored us dropping the sticks beside the co-pilot. One thing we were beginning to understand, once he has an objective in mind brick walls wouldn't stop him.

Tearing his slacks and flight attendants skirt into long strips. Lastly removing the pilots shoes ripping the leg pant open to see the lower leg at a grotesque angle. One thing he did find was a pocket knife and an old zippo lighter in the pilots pocket. Studied for a few minutes, calculating, dexterously kneading the swollen skin with no regard to the pilots complaints.

First time I got drunk was when the boys spiked the prom punch with one-fifty-one rum, hate that stuff. Pilot was chugging the bottle like a mama's teat. "Shayla.." That voice again, his demanding voice, "Sit on his chest, you two hold his hands." Beau and I jumped to his commands. "You sit on his other leg." Flight attendant kinda knew what was about to happen. "Tina.."

Reminded me of my favorite high school teacher, telling Tina exactly how he wanted the belts tightened, tie the strips around the three sticks he had found. Sequence, execute, focus on the objective...."Put him in the shade..."

We retrieved a couple seat cushions floating in the water to prop the pilot up, passed out but his breathing was steady. Shayla was useless sobbing next to the pilot, 'Oh woe is me, me, me..' Flight attendant was sitting with them still in a daze. After dry heaving at the waters edge for a few minutes he, our savior, walked down the beach, sitting alone. His aura radiating, we knew he would come back to us when he was ready.

Tina, Beau and I managed to crack the coconuts open, papayas were not as good as they served back on the cruise ship. We even got a fire started, it was so romantic under the stars, moon reflecting on the water, yea right, it was a long night. Our sentinel so close and so far away.

SECOND DAY

That man is amazing, while he was diving on the wreckage he found my guitar case and my soaked note book. Showed us an abandoned shanty church with the row of papaya trees and the freshwater grotto. Made the spears and we were having fresh fish for dinner! Many things he salvaged from the plane but he is worried the tide is drawing the plane to the edge of the reef into much deeper ocean depths.

Co-pilot is a sniveling prick in his lean-to that our hero made. Drinking all the liquor salvaged from the plane, flight attendant and Shayla his humble servants. Anytime our hero does something that makes us a little bit more comfortable the co-pilot takes credit for having the idea. Co-pilot almost blew a gasket when the letters on the beach spelled 'HELP' instead of 'SOS'. "I ordered you!"

Co-pilots rebuke is the first time any of us have heard him laugh. A contemptuous laugh directed at one person certain to get their panties in a wad. "Find your own dinner jag-off."

Must be in Beau's DNA catching the most fish, great cook too! Fish fillets with un-ripe papaya on a palm leaf. Beau and Tina chipping away his hard shell, "C'mon turtle poke your head out and tell us more stories." Tina is cuddled up playing with the hair on his chest, he keeps moving her hand away when she gets near the button of his ragged cut off shorts. Is Tina going to be the first one to seduce him?

Layer by layer the two of them have been peeling away at the enigma, how could I hate him? Telling us the history of WW2 coast watchers he learned at the Navel Academy. That explains the collapsed overgrown church up the hill. He assures us they will find us soon, we did see jet contrails this morning. Beau snuggles on the other side, they have him surrounded.

Earlier today he wouldn't come out of the lagoon when he saw Tina and Beau kissing, swimming away when both of them directed their lust at him. "Tell us how you got this scar.." Beau tracing with a finger tip, he's ticklish! God I almost melted when that little boy grin fell on me, time stood still for both of us....

"Bad day..." Broke the spell shaking his frown away, "All of you are going to be famous after we get rescued!" Felt so good his confidence turning us all in to chatterboxes. He always tried turning the subject when we started complaining about the band melodrama most of which he had witnessed. "Has that guitar dried enough you could play a song?" We all needed a distraction from the noises coming from Shayla, the flight attendant and the co-pilot... the fucking perverts...

THIRD DAY

"Fuck you!" Our hero was spitting mad, remind me not to be around if he ever gets mad at us. Co-pilot wanted him to build a potty station for his two servants. The three of them have been rutting like wild animals, laughing while he pissed on Shayla and the flight attendant's tits. "All of you need to act like decent human beings."

Do this, do that, all of us were sick of the co-pilot, those other two sluts hardly lifted a finger, every ship has rats...Second biggest disappointment was the tail of the plane sticking out in the ocean was gone. No more pieces of metal to fashion tools, no more diving for treasures to make our days easier, no more evidence for our searchers to see from the sky. "There goes the neighborhood!" How can Tina be so cheerful at a time like this?

"Girls let's go exploring..." Really would be a tropical paradise, white sandy beaches, palm trees, a big bruising man that Beau and Tina are hanging onto like the teddy bear that he is...kind and sensitive, wonder what kind of scars he's hiding on the inside?

"Oh my God it's lovely!" I fell in love with the little glade we found on the far side of the island. Small little lake filled with rain water, he was hesitant at first but it tasted so good. He even frolicked in the water with us cleaning all the salt water from our skin. Beau and Tina hugging him, giggling when he tickled them.

"Don't cry honey...He'd hug you too if you would let him..." Tina hugged me, I needed a hug so bad, I miss my mothers hugs....Beau and that monster were splashing each other on the far side of the lake, laughing and having fun... Sometimes when he looks at me he gets sad, like something is haunting him...

FOURTH DAY

We spent most of the day going back and fourth moving some of our stuff to the glade. Building a hut and fire pit, making our own private paradise. Routine now to get our catch of the day, piling more green leaves on our 'HELP' sign on the beach. Co-pilot was trying out the crutches our benefactor had made, maybe if those two sluts would learn how to fish they may be able to feed themselves. All they do is sucking and fucking, out in the open, rude bastards.

Tina is glowing, Beau and I were cooking when they made the last trip of the day to our soon to be new home. Why did they want to go alone? Also he had gone out on the reef and brought back several large crabs, it's going to be a feast tonight! "My turn to take a walk...." Beau is extra giddy taking his hand walking down the beach with him into the darkness.

Tina and I are writing a new song, 'ME,ME,ME!' Rude and harsh, when we get back to civilization to add some bass and drums every body will know all about Shayla....It helped our mood that both of us were suffering from menstrual cramps. "Breed me Ray!" Beau's voice carries for miles....

FIFTH DAY

"Learn how to cook bitches..." I am beginning to really hate Shayla. We are still going to need to come down to the lagoon each day, Beau discovered this fish that lays on the bottom and they are very tasty, easy to spear once you know what to look for. So much better than the suckers that we usually get, we left two of those for the dregs of the earth. Didn't even gut them....

Something caught Ray's attention in the jungle, "Stay here.." He looks really dangerous with that knife in his hands. An hour or so later he returned dragging something. "Feral pigs!" He was giddy.

"What have you done to yourself?" He was even more surprised that it was me talking to him, had blood all over himself.

"It'll wash off." He had more exciting news, we had heard the birds, wondering if we might be able to catch one someday. "I found a colony of wild chickens too!" Little oinker was enough food for several days, all we had to do is figure out how to cook it. "Time for a celebration!" Tina was dancing around like a demon. Tina and Beau were whispering to each other, conspiring, what secrets did they have? "We'll be back!" Leaving me alone with Ray, oh fuck...

Yuck, he was carving that thing up, blood and guts, yuck. Gathering some wood, got some pieces to make a spit, I'm not a total ditz! We made a really good team getting everything going. Roasting pig even made a pretty good signal fire. Beau and Tina came sauntering up with three bottles of champagne "I buried these before that co-pilot asshole could find them!" Tina was proud of herself.