Chapter 2: The Boat

I was born in Oklahoma, raised in Colorado, and matured in New Mexico before returning to Oklahoma. None of these states were known for having an excess of yachts let alone super yachts. I had been on fishing boats, water skiing boats, and pontoon boats. The biggest lake I had ever been on was Lake Texoma on the border of Oklahoma and Texas.

The first time that I came face to face with a yacht was when my family and I moved to the Caribbean. I was amazed at the size of these boats. I was used to 12 to 16 foot boats.

I remember pointing out one of the larger yachts to my wife and said, “Now that is a big boat.” It wasn’t until Ann’s grandparents bought a yacht that I found out that there are different categories for these types of boats. 45’ to 90’ are regular yachts. 90’ to 160’ are super yachts, and over 160’ are mega yachts. The grandparents owned a mega yacht.

I also found out that the difference between a boat and a yacht can be summed up with two words, luxurious and expensive.

Two weeks after my call to Vladimir and Anya Sokolov, Ann and I, Rolf and Martha, and Al and Carmen landed at the Antalya International Airport. A young and beautiful Turkish woman approached us as we deplaned.

“Bayim Moran. I am Alara Ataturk. I will be your escort and security for your stay with Bayim Sokolov.”

To be honest, I only half heard what Alara was saying. I was entranced by the woman standing before me. She was at least six feet tall and wearing what could only be called a ‘cat suit.’ It was a skintight, cloth suit that covered her body from neck to feet. A three-quarter length front zipper held the top of her suit together. A black web belt around her waist and calf length combat boots completed her outfit.

“Thank you Alara. We would love to have your help in getting our luggage and pointing us to Customs. As for security, I think we can handle anything that might arise.”

“Bayim Moran, I am well aware of the abilities you showed during your time in Southeast Asia. I am also aware of the abilities of Colonel Svenson and Sergeant Major Martinez. I must tell you that I was very impressed the way you and your friends handled the assignation of your in-laws and the retribution that you and the Sergeant Major took on the terrorists that murdered your wife’s parents and grandparents. But I must ask, are you or your friends armed?”

“No, we are not.”

“Then I must insist that you allow me to provide for your security while you are in Turkey.”

I looked at Rolf and Al. They both shrugged their shoulders. I turned back to Alara and said, “Since you asked so politely, we accept your offer.”

As Alara led us to the baggage terminal, three men in black suits and shirts followed behind. A Red Cap already had our luggage loaded onto a cart by the time we arrived, and followed us to the Customs area.

Customs took less than a minute. Our passports were stamped and we passed through. No one asked us any questions or inspected our luggage.

Alara led us outside to two black limousines. I watched two more Black Suits follow our luggage to the second limo.

Rolf tapped me on the shoulder and asked, “Where did those two come from?” I told him that they were in the luggage terminal.

“Shit,” he said. “If this is the way VIPs are treated, then I want to be a VIP when I grow up.”

It took twenty minutes to drive from the airport to Vladimir’s dacha. Vlad and Anya met us as we arrived.

“Welcome to our cottage,” Vlad said and ushered us inside. No introductions were necessary since the Sokolovs had already met the Svensons and the Martinezes from their previous stay on our island.

There were many hugs and kisses before entering the cottage. Rolf and I were shaking our heads. Calling this home a ‘cottage’ was a huge misnomer. The house sat on five acres of manicured lawns and mature trees. A ten foot high brick fence surrounded the property with steel gated entrances. The house itself was three stories tall with 8,000 square feet of living and entertainment areas.

Anya suggested that Vlad show us to our guest bedrooms so that we could freshen up before dinner. “Tonight is Hawaiian night. Once a month, a group of our select friends get together to enjoy the food of different cultures. Vlad and I thought that you might enjoy meeting some of our other friends, enjoy good food, and have some fun afterwards. Oh, by the way, I have laid out costumes for you to wear for tonight’s activities.”

Vlad took us upstairs so that we could clean up from our trip and change for tonight’s activities.

A glass dome covered the entire third floor ceiling.

There were six bedrooms, three on each side on the outside walls. In the center was a lap pool, a ten-person hot tub, and a lounge area featuring a fire pit and overstuffed couches and love seats.

Vlad said, “Anya and I sleep in the first bedroom on the left. Eddie, you and Ann can use the second bedroom on the left. Rolf, you and Martha should use the first bedroom on the right. Al, you and Carmen should use the second bedroom on the right. It is important that you use the assigned bedroom. Your costumes for tonight have been especially fitted for each person.

“Alara will collect you in 45 minutes and guide you to the dining room.”

Ann and I froze in place after entering our assigned bedroom. It wasn’t a normal bedroom. It was a mansion unto itself. On our left was a large four poster king sized bed on a raised platform. The center of the room was furnished as a lounge. To our right was a walk-in closet and bathroom containing a dual vanity, enclosed toilet and bidet, a two-person soaker tub, and a shower easily big enough for four people.

My wife found two electric hair dryers and said, “Shower time.”

As we moved under the rainfall shower head, I stood behind Ann with one hand on her left breast as my right hand moved to finger her pussy.

“Not now, we have to hurry. Alara will be here in 30 minutes.”

Naked, we returned to the bedroom to find our costumes for the evening. On the king size bed, we found two boxes. A small one for me and a large one for Ann. “You go first,” my wife said.