Roskov book 17, p.17
Roskov, Book 17, page 17
‘It looks fine as it is … so they say.’
I grinned at him. ‘Still not seen it?’
‘Not my cup of tea. And some people think that it is one of the twins in the video.’
‘The model’s name is given, and she looks nothing like the twins,’ I complained.
‘You will do a few chat shows…’
‘Yes, in America, after you fly back. And now everyone in Britain knows about it.’
‘Is that … Rod Stewart?’ Rolf asked, pointing.
I turned my head. ‘Looks like him. Maybe he has a house on the island.’
‘We liked his music many years ago,’ Rolf informed me.
‘So what do we invest the money we make from the video … into?’ I posed.
Rolf considered that. ‘We should buy small businesses as going concerns, with some tax write down.’
‘So look for a few in Corsica, and a nightclub in Belfast.’
Rolf responded, ‘Lucas sent me details of small start-up businesses in Newry, the new business estate. There are some that seem good.’
‘Good place to start, yes,’ I commended.
When a ball rolled to us I stood, back-scraped the ball up onto my foot, up to my shoulder and head before I kicked it back to the kid.
Rod Stewart walked over. ‘Thought it was you.’ We shook. ‘You could have gone pro for Watford, Elton John’s old club.’
I pulled out a seat for him and introduced the gang. I told him, ‘One broken ankle and it’s all over. This way I have many businesses, if one should go quiet.’
He nodded. ‘Best way, yeah. Claudia is in L.A.?’
‘Yes, and I may do a chat show there, after this holiday.’
‘I’ll be out there at the time, you can use the house.’
‘Good of you, and you’ll have to try my place in Corsica.’
‘I know a few people who went and said it was great, and I’d love to try the Gun Room.’
‘We just built a valley full of villas, small and large, so groups can hire a villa with a maid and a chef and have the pool to themselves.’
‘Good way to do it, yeah, for a family.’
‘Is L.A. as bad as they say?’ I asked.
‘It is if you’re struggling, OK if you have the money and don’t want the work.’
‘This your local?’
‘I know the owner well, don’t have a house here, got a place in Florida, and Essex of course.’
I smiled. ‘Essex would not be top of my list, and not in winter. If I was rich and retired I’d be in Corsica maybe, but the winters there can get a bit chilly. Kuala Lumpur we liked.’
‘I stayed there five days, great to see all the tall buildings.’
‘You still work?’
‘A few concerts a year, the old numbers.’
‘Family?’
‘Eight kids and about fifty ex-wives.’
‘Eight?’ I repeated. ‘Jesus. You in touch with them all?’
‘We get on OK, yeah, and most are not kids anymore.’
‘The twins only produce more twins, so when the time comes I’ll have four in one go.’
‘That will be a loud house,’ he said, his eyebrows up.
‘I have special powers with babies.’
‘Other people’s babies, your own are a different thing! Trust me.’
I laughed. ‘I have a few years yet.’
Ingrid put in, ‘I was good with other people’s babies, not the twins.’
I faced Rod but thumbed at Ingrid. ‘I’m going to dump four girls on them and go out for a beer.’
‘We look forwards it,’ Ingrid responded. ‘We often wish to wind back the clock.’
Gabrielle and Olga walked past.
‘Two of yours?’ Rod asked.
‘Yes, models, and we’ll take a few snaps here for posters. And it all got started in Jamaica, the first few posters, which are still selling well, then we landed the Mercedes deal.’
‘I met Jacqueline Dupont a few times in L.A. back in the day. She invested with you?’
‘She has two villas and now one apartment at our hotel and holiday complex, rental income during the summer months, but the hotel villas get winter trade as well.
‘This summer should be good for us, and I now have a hundred hotels under my control, all being supplied by my huge warehouse operation.’
‘I’ll pop down,’ he suggested.
‘Just tell me when and we’ll get you a private villa for a week.’
‘And this place called Mandoch Valley?’
‘Will be partly ready for the summer season, still some building work there. There’ll be a hotel inside a cave, nice and quiet, and villas for rent with a superb view of the waterfall and mountains one way, the beach and river the other way.’
He made his excuses ten minutes later and left us, but we had a provisional dinner party invite for tomorrow night, and we would be rubbing shoulders with the island’s rich and elite.
Grabbing my swimming trunks from the room, the twins still asleep and Ted still on the balcony, I led Bill down to the pool and we knocked out a few lengths each.
Getting out the pool, a cute model made a play for me.
‘I have the twins with me, up in my room. Sorry. But join us for drinks later.’
After my bite to eat and a cold drink the twins came down, hungry now, and they sat to eat with Rolf and Ingrid as I led Bill to the beach down a winding path, dressed now in white cotton shirt and trousers. So I now looked like a tourist.
The beach was not huge, but it was clean, and not very busy. We found a beach bar that seemed popular, and we grabbed cold beers just as the hot and bikini-clad ladies at the bar recognised me and closed in.
That led to a loud greeting from a party of Germans, hands shaken, and they had heard about the video already; we were soon posing for snaps
I felt the tingle and shot Bill a look, soon staring out to sea beyond the breaking waves, a head bobbing up and down. ‘Bill, that kid is in trouble.’
I put down my drink and ran through the crowd, onto the sand and as fast as I could down a mat walkway. At the water’s edge I slipped off my soft shoes and ran in fully clothed, soon diving into the water and breaking into a fast front crawl.
Ten yards short of the child, and I could see that it seemed to be a young girl struggling. A moment later I heard the odd clicking sound under the water, but I kept swimming as hard as I could. Reaching the girl, we were now both a hundred yards out, the water more than three metres deep and dark in colour.
The girl grabbed hold of me when she saw me, the girl aged around eight years old maybe and now crying out words in French.
She screamed loudly in my ear when the dolphin surfaced, but then calmed down quickly as I touched the dolphin’s snout.
‘Just a dolphin,’ I told her as Bill appeared a few yards away.
‘I’m glad those are not sharks!’ he hissed.
The closest dolphin moved in and right up to us.
I told the girl, ‘Put a hand on the fin and hold on, the nice dolphin will take you to the sand.’
She reached across and grabbed the fin, the dolphin seeming to read my mind as it gently dragged her towards the shore. And I suddenly found twenty cute dolphins around me.
Deep breath taken, and I slid under, my eyes open, and I stroked the nearest dolphin as it examined me close-up. Grabbing a fin, it kicked its tail and pulled me to the surface, we passed Bill, and I followed the girl back to the breaking waves, a crowd now gathered, worried shouts coming in French.
At the girl, who was in no hurry now to go back to her parents - those parents it seemed stood up to their waists in water, she held on as the dolphin led her around in circles.
I could stand up, my chest out the water, four dolphins around me as Bill swam in. I shouted, to whom I assumed were the worried parents, ‘She’s OK, the dolphins want to play.’
The girl let out screams of joy as the dolphin she was holding onto sped around, out fifty yards and back to us. I walked into the shallows with Bill, and we waited till the dolphin brought the girl back to us.
The parents grabbed the girl, some harsh words hissed in French, and they checked her over as I walked up to the crowd soaking wet, Bill soaked through as well.
I told the German group, ‘She saw the dolphins and swam out to them and got into difficulties.’
The French father walked up to me. ‘Thank you.’ He shook my hand.
‘She saw the dolphins and swam out to them.’
He nodded. ‘She love zer dolphin, yes.’
‘She had a ride on a dolphin, and few girls get that.’
A hot German lady in her thirties was further out than me, up to her waist, when a dolphin surfaced. She held it for a moment before it pulled her bikini top off and disappeared under the water, the crowd laughing and cheering, the lady covering her boobs with a hand.
‘Who has a camera?’ I shouted.
‘Here!’
I waved the girl in, stood behind her and cupped the big boobs as she laughed, several snaps taken with my head on her shoulder. I had the crowd line up on the damp sand, some to kneel, more snaps taken, and back at the bar it was party time, wet sandy party time.
The Rasmussens came down ten minutes later with Olga and Gabrielle, and we explained the excitement – and my soaking wet clothes, the twins soon chatting with the topless German lady.
At 4pm there were fifty people at the beach bar, the music loud, and I posed for many snaps, the beach bar doing a good trade today.
As the sun set the local newspaper turned up, snaps taken, the story detailed of the dolphins rescuing the girl, the girl herself photographed with her parents, the topless German lady now in a t-shirt that hid nothing.
Olga and Gabrielle posed with the twins, and the newspaper now had a bevy of sexy babes for tomorrow’s edition.
At 6pm I hit my bed after a shower, the beer having an effect, the twins a bit drunk and collapsing as well.
At 9pm I was awake and sipping a cup of tea with Bill on the balcony as the crickets chirped out, Bill and Ted to be sleeping in the room on the left, Olga and Gabrielle in the room on the right.
‘Those dolphins were attracted to you,’ Bill noted.
‘Yes, most animals are. If they’re there tomorrow I’ll swim with them.’ I sipped my tea. ‘Good crowd at that bar.’
‘Rich people on holiday, no fighting,’ he noted. ‘This is not Leicester.’
I smiled. ‘Been out in Leicester much?’
‘A few times, yes, your wine bar. That place is OK, and the wine bars in the villages are nice.’
When the twins stirred I made them cups of tea, and they finally joined us on the balcony, a view of the bay and the twinkling lights.
The sounds of flapping wings got louder, the twins soon gasping as a large osprey landed on the balcony. I put out a hand towards it, and it hopped along the balcony to me.
‘Got any food for it?’ I asked the twins.
‘Salmon sandwich?’
‘Yes.’
Rita grabbed the sandwich from the fridge, I pulled out the pink salmon, and I offered it up to the huge bird. It took the salmon without chomping on my fingers, the twins taking snaps, and the big bird got a good feed.
Towel on my arm, I nudged it across to my arm, and when it settled I stood and posed, many snaps taken – not least of the huge claws. Placing it back on the balcony, I told it to fly home, and it left us with some loud flapping, disappearing into the black night sky.
‘Check the room for bugs and snakes later, before we sleep,’ Rita insisted.
Down at the hotel bar we found Olga and Gabrielle with Ingrid and Rolf, and Rolf had found a Swedish businessman to chat to.
I took Gabrielle to one side, my tall granddaughter looking hot in her sexy outfit. ‘How’s the modelling work?’
‘I make a lot of money now, but it is sad, because if I have this money before I can help mother,’ came in her delightful French accent.
‘Put it behind you, and do what your mother would have wanted, and have a good life.’
She nodded. ‘I will not stay in Sweden, the winter is so bad.’
‘You can live anyplace you want, maybe Corsica, maybe Paris.’
‘I will travel some in the summer and think about it, yes.’
‘You speak to my other family in Marseille?’
‘Yes, often, and we will meet for a holiday in Corsica maybe, it is close for them.’
‘They OK?’
‘They hide your name, no one asks questions.’
‘Good to know, I have my enemies.’
I worked the room and met many of the guests, none wanting a punch-up, so I could relax. But one guy set me tingling, an odd sensation, but I did not shake hands with him to get the images. He was aged around fifty and seemed to be rich, a pretty young wife that only had eyes for her older husband.
At bedtime, which was late because we had slept in the day, I licked Frieda’s pussy till she moaned and turned over.
One happy customer satisfied, I led Rita to the sofa, a pillow down, towel grabbed, and I would practise my own advertised “getting the buzz on” technique.
Stood in front of her, she delicately sucked the tip of my cock as if it was her favourite pass-time, and when super stiff I knelt and eased inside the little pink slit.
Pulling out, I wiped, and she got the friction effect as I quickened my pace. She was quickly red in the face, and ten minutes passed, making me start to sweat in the humid Caribbean air, the ceiling fan helping.
I had pulled out and wiped at least four times, and Rita was starting to get loud, so I handed her a cushion to moan into as my cock was registering a good buzz. And the more I felt the buzz the stiffer my cock got, my lady partner appreciating that stiffness.
Close to finishing, I eased down, a slow motion adopted, and I pulled my cock all the way out and inserted again a few times, Rita enjoying that part of the process.
When I could wait no longer my cock took over and it made up its own mind as I thrust back and forth feeling the buzz, and I finally came to my own loud yet stifled moan, the cushion grabbed, but grabbed back off me as Rita also moaned into it loudly.
I kept going but very slowly, the end of my cock too sensitive to do otherwise, and we cuddled in the same position, both of us now sweating.
A quick wash, and I put my lady to bed next to her sister, a cold beer then enjoyed alone on the balcony.
Holiday time, bucket and spade
In the morning, and before the twins stirred, I borrowed several mask and snorkel sets with Bill and Ted, and we hit the water, the ocean calm this morning. Swimming out, I could finally hear the clicks, a fin seen, so I heaved a breath and dived down.
Above the sand, perhaps three metres down, I hung vertically in the cool water, Bill and Ted seen from the corner of my eye, and the same dolphins swam in, soon all around me, many swimming close to me.
Seeing one with a fishhook in its jaw, I swam towards it, stroked it to calm it, then pulled out the hook and dropped it. Good deed done, a large dolphin swam towards me, but it did so whilst almost rolling over. It seemed sick.
When it drew closer, I could see the horrendous cut on its back, a propeller cut. Holding its fin, I closed my eyes, placed a hand on the scar and imagined it healing.
When I opened my eyes the scar was gone, and my new buddy sped around in circles.
Slowly surfacing, I cleared the snorkel and took a few breaths, Bill and Ted near me as we peered down at the dolphins, ten minutes spent watching them circle us before they headed off for some much-needed breakfast.
On the way back in, we dove down to examine the rocks, and the small fish we found hiding in those rocks, a turtle seen.
Back up at our own pool bar they handed us towels, we dried off some, and sat for a bite to eat.
The twins joined us ten minutes later, which was odd given the early hour, but they had sipped only wine last night and so were not hung over. After a coffee, and a chat about the dolphins, they hit the calm empty pool, thirty lengths in unison.
Rolf and Ingrid joined us, having ate in the main inside restaurant, and a bleary pair of Olga and Gabrielle finally made it down to us at a late 9am.
The man that had given me the tingle last night came down to the pool and sat with his young wife, but he did not seem to be interested in me.
When he went to the bar I made a point of being there first. ‘Morning,’ I offered him.
‘Morgen,’ came back, the man German.
‘Ah, German, gute.’ I extended a hand and we shook, the images flashing up. I had to fight to control my reaction, because the man was involved in some very dodgy financial schemes, and had laundered money for Harry Stanulou a few years back.
I kept my cool, smiled and walked off. Back at the table, I faced Bill and Ted. ‘That man is a banker, money laundering, and he handled money for Harry Stanulou. Name is Gunter Hesselman, his investment bank is called Catania Investments, Bahamas and Montenegro, call it in.’
Bill stepped away and made a call as we debated why the man was at this particular hotel, and why this week.
When the man walked to the beach I stood and made my own call, to Agent Crossley at the FBI.
‘Roskov?’
‘I’m about to make your career.’
‘Already helped some. What you got?’
‘Got a paper and pen?’
‘Shoot.’
I gave her the detail.
‘I’ll be all over it today,’ she promised.
‘There’s some function here in Antigua, rich people, so I may crash it, or try and get an invite, and I think I have an invite anyhow.’
‘We have treaties with them, we can send people to the island.’
‘Send them now, to hide away and sip a cold beer till we know what’s going on. Oh, do you know someone called Bob Tigenheart?’
‘Tigenheart? Jesus, he’s the biggest investment banker in the States, all our senators are in his pocket, and he was cosy with Reagan.’
‘He’s involved.’
‘Jesus, this is big. But the Dems would love to take him down.’
‘So mention it to the White House.’
