Chapter 2 Arrival

Once we had reached cruising altitude, and the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign had gone out, my boss stood up and headed toward the back of the jet. Corrine and Jennifer followed him. "I need to get some work done," he said as he went through the dark wood door.

Jennifer patted me on the arm. "If you need anything, just push any of the red buttons around the cabin. One of us will be out in a jiffy." She handed me a remote, and a large flat screen TV appeared out of the wall in the front of the cabin. "This controls the TV. I'm sure you will find something that interests you." She left the cabin, joining her boss and her twin.

"When you are ready to sleep, use the couch. It folds out into a bed. Make yourself at home."

I turned on the TV. On it were channels I had never seen before. There was a channel showing films that were still in theaters. There were also a dozen "Adult" movie channels. They ran the gamut from soft-core romantic to hardcore movies featuring bondage, lesbians, rape and people having sex in public. There was also a channel that looked like it had child pornography on it. I guess the rich had privileges no one else had.

I did not stay on those channels. If I did, I'd have to beat off, and I didn't want to risk being caught in that position by my new boss. That would make a bad first impression. So I switched over and watched a new blockbuster that I had not seen yet.

When it was over, I started to feel tired. I folded out the bed. I took off my shoes and socks. I did not have my pajamas. They were in my suitcase, in the belly of the plane. I decided to strip down to my underwear, and crawl into bed.

The next problem was how to turn down the lights. I could not find the light switch anywhere in the cabin. I finally pushed a red button, and then ducked under the covers.

Thirty seconds later, Jennifer came out, wearing a robe. She did not seem upset by my page. "How can I help you?" she asked with a smile.

"I can't find the light switch."

"Oops! I should have shown you that." The statuesque brunette pointed to a slide on the wall. "You can adjust the light to whatever level works for you. You can't make it totally dark; safety reasons."

Once she had left, I adjusted the lights down until it was almost at its darkest.

As I lay down and tried to go to sleep, a thought occurred to me. Why was Jennifer wearing a robe? I mentally replayed the image in my mind, and I didn't remember seeing any sign of her wearing clothing underneath. Was she naked under that robe? Was she Roy Paxton's girlfriend? Were they having sex back there?

Roy Paxton was not one you'd consider handsome. He was lean and fit for his six foot height. But he did not have a handsome face, for a man in his mid-thirties. His brown hair receded all the way back to the top of his head.

I knew some women were attracted to power and wealth not looks, so I guess it was possible.

Another possibility then occurred to me. Maybe Corrine and Jennifer were lovers. The thought of those two hotties going down on each other, made me so horny, I could not sleep. I finally gave in and jerked off. I came quickly. Using toilet paper from the bathroom, I cleaned up my mess.

After that, I could go to sleep.

I woke up to the pleasant voice of Corrine. "We'll be landing soon."

I opened my eyes and saw her, wearing the business suit she wore the morning before. Looking at my watch I saw it was 8am. I pulled up the window cover. All I saw was pitch black sky. I slapped my forehead. My watch was still on the time of my home. Hawaiian time would be around 3am.

"Would you like me to heat the breakfast you ordered, Sir?"

"Yes, please."

Roy and Jennifer came out of the rear with their food, and joined me at the small oval table.

As my boss cut into his steak and eggs, he said, "We should be at my island by sunrise."

"You forgot that I need to get some clothes before we leave Honolulu," I said.

Corrine waited until she'd swallowed her mouthful of egg white omelet. She said, "I've made arrangements for five shops to open for us early."

My jaw dropped. "You can do that?"

Mr. Paxton smiled. "You'll find that when you wave money at people, they'll bend over backwards to get it. That is especially true of businessmen."

We landed at the surprisingly busy business terminal at Honolulu airport. Another stretch limo was waiting for us.

We were whisked away to the first store on our itinerary. At each location, the owner and one of his employees was waiting for us eagerly. At the shops, I bought a complete wardrobe for the Hawaiian lifestyle: tropical shirts, surfer shorts, sunglasses, and open toed shoes. At one shop I bought a lightweight white suit. They hand tailored it to fit me on the spot. It looked like something out of Miami Vice.

Mr. Paxton explained. "You will need to deal with deliveries made to the island. You'll need to look the part of a businessman, when they do."

I changed out of my brown denim cargo shorts, into some of my new clothes; a tropical shirt, with a palm tree motif and pair of surfer shorts, with a swimsuit underneath.

I made a point of buying something from each shop. They had made the effort of opening early for us. I wanted to make sure they got their reward.

With the girls carrying my bags, we returned to the airport. On the Gulfstream, we made the short hop to Lanai. At the airfield there, a helicopter was waiting for us.

Another first for me; I had never flown on a helicopter before. The four of us piled into the copter, we put on noise canceling headphones, and it took off immediately.

Roy yelled over the noise of the blades. "Your stuff will come via boat! They should be on the island in a couple hours!"

It was about a twenty minute ride to the island. We came in low, so I really didn't get a chance to see the layout. All I saw was a bunch of coconut palms.

We landed on a large concrete slab, marked with a big "H" with a circle around it. It was twenty yards from the shore, and a long pier. A couple of electricity generating windmills were nearby. Instead of a limo, two large sedans were waiting for us. My boss and I climbed in the back of the first one, and Corrine and Jennifer climbed in the second.

The drivers were both Polynesian girls with long black hair and dark eyes. They were both wearing a brightly printed wraparound dress that was common on the islands.

When the cars started up, there was not a sound. The cars moved forward silently. It was obvious these were electric cars.

As we traveled the quarter mile to the main building, Mr. Paxton said, "All the building and renovations were finished a week ago. I have been told that everything is as I specified. I am here to make sure it is."

The estate was on an acre of green grass. The building was a large white bungalow with an airy feel to it. There were photo-electric panels on the roof. A couple of golf carts were parked on the far side of the circle drive in front.

Two women were waiting out front. They were two ash blonde beauties, just an inch or two taller than me, with sky blue eyes long curvy legs and spectacular tits. They had long straight hair that went down to the smalls of their back. By comparison, Corrine and Jennifer were taller and more willowy than them. They wore identical leopard-spotted string bikinis and deep tropical tans. They could both have been on an SI swimsuit calendar. Like Jennifer and Corrine, and the two Polynesian drivers, they looked like they could be twins. They opened the door to our car. "Welcome, Mr. Paxton," they chorused.

He nodded in acknowledgment. "Kevin, these are Sarah and Samantha. They have been overseeing the completion of this project.

"Girls, why don't you show our new manager around the property? I want do my own property inspection alone, without you two telling me how great it is."

"Yes, Sir," said one of the two. They both sidled up beside me, each on an arm. "Come on, Kevin. Let's show you around," they both talked in turn, often completing each other's sentences. It was like they were connected to one mind.

These were the most beautiful women I had ever seen in real life. They held themselves close on each arm. Their large breasts were pressed against my arms. I got an instant erection.

They escorted me through an entryway to a large living area. There was one big depressed area with a square made of couches, and a large round ottoman in the middle. On the wall was a 50 inch flat-screen TV. On the left side there was a wet bar, beside where we entered, and dining area on the right. The long dining table was big enough to seat 20, if not more. On the right wall were swinging doors that led to the kitchen.

On the far wall, which we faced as we entered, was all glass, showing off a large green lawn. One hundred feet in the distance was a beach that was 30 feet deep. Beyond was the ocean.

"The beach is artificial," said one of the girls.

"We had the sand shipped in last week," said the other.

"It has not been used yet."

"Can I learn to surf here?" I asked.

They both shook their heads. "Alas, no; the tides and the seafloor are not configured right for that type of waves."

"But the water is warm, and I have been told there is a small coral reef offshore with lots of interesting sea life."

The two, both still pressed against me, guided me to a door I hadn't seen at first. It was on the other side of the bar. "Let's show you your room," they said together.

As we walked down a short hallway, I asked, "Are you two twins or sisters."

One laughed. "You would think so; but no, we're not related."

"Now Kai and Tia, your drivers from the helicopter, they're twins. But they are the only ones here that are."

At the end of the hall was my bedroom. It was as big as two racquetball courts placed side by side. Everything was white: white carpeting, white walls, and white bedspread on the California king-sized bed. The bed was elevated a foot above the floor by two large steps. Almost like a throne, I thought. A large ceiling fan, with white vanes, slowly turned overhead.

"Does this set up please you?" they asked. "We can change it to a more masculine color. But, we liked the tropical motif." They seemed genuinely worried.

I held up my hands. "This is fine for now. If I want it to change later, I'll let you know."

They showed me to my bathroom, which was separated from the bedroom by a small threshold. It, by itself, was larger than my bedroom at home. It had a Jacuzzi that could easily seat 5 and a large shower, with multiple nozzles, which could hold another 5. In addition to a toilet, there was a bidet, which I had heard of, but never seen.

The 2 blondes then showed me a door off of my bedroom. It opened out to a small porch. There was a small white table, with 4 chairs around it. A large umbrella shaded it from the Sun. The area was completely surrounded by coconut palm trees, except for a small path that led toward the ocean.

"What's this?" I asked.

The one, I later learned was Samantha, bowed her head modestly. "I added this, just for you. It is a private path that leads to the beach. It is not on the blueprints. Only we and you know about it now." A note of desperation filled her voice. "Please don't tell Mr. Paxton. I could get into so much trouble."

"Don't worry. I'll keep your secret."

Sarah smiled at me coyly. "Care to join us on the beach?"