Secrets of the Siren [Sirens and Sailors 5] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

Ligia swallowed hard and glanced over at Kalliope. Kally’s eyes were open wide and she was stroking the top of her own breast.

“I can see that.” Jasper’s smile could be heard in his teasing voice. He led his lover to what seemed to be a barrel or small table which stood at about waist-height, not far from the door.

Ligia’s breath hitched as she saw the naked Toby being lifted onto the surface, and Jasper got down on his knees and took the younger man’s cock in his mouth. She heard him slurping and sucking, while Toby tipped his head back and moaned. She was shocked to feel a gush from her pussy, and fidgeted. Kalliope looked across at her and smiled.

There was a dim shaft of light coming from a vent somewhere high up, and it shone down onto the floor just behind the lovers, affording a little light to glow onto their bodies. As Jasper’s mouth slowly retreated from Toby’s cock, Ligia could see that he was rubbing his own at the same time.

“Tell me how much you want me.” Jasper growled as he unfastened his belt and threw his trousers toward the door.

Ligia stared at the sheath which was fastened to Jasper’s belt and now lay a few feet in front of her. She looked back at the couple who had obviously danced to this tune many times before, as the chemistry between them was palpable. Toby moaned his reply as Jasper’s mouth devoured his. “Taste yourself,” Jasper murmured as their tongues tangled.

Ligia felt herself getting hotter and another gush escaped her pussy. Desperate for some relief, she allowed her hand to trail down to her soaked panties, and under the cover of darkness her long fingers reached in to stroke her wet pussy. She glanced over to her friend, who was probably doing the same, judging by the expression on her face.

The men were panting hard now, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies feverishly. Ligia heard them gasp and moan, and her other hand reached up and pinched her hard nipple. Imagining it was Aitan’s firm hands on her body, she sighed before suddenly remembering that she had to keep silent. Luckily the men were making too much noise to hear her. Toby was running his hands up and down Jasper’s short, thick cock, making him groan his appreciation.

“Legs up!” Jasper’s “order” came out as a desperate plea, and he swayed a little as his passion rose. Toby leaned back on the surface and lifted his hairy legs up over Jasper’s muscular shoulders. In the dim light the girls could see Jasper aim his fat cock at his lover’s ass and heard Toby whimper.

“Take me.” Jasper’s order was quite breathless.

“Yes!” Toby’s voice was high pitched as he gasped.

Ligia could tell the second Toby’s ass received the throbbing cock, as he gave a loud groan as all the air was expelled from his body. Then he was gasping again as Jasper hammered in and out of his hole, moaning and grunting as he did so. Toby was clinging to Jasper’s ripped arms as the older man heaved his powerful body to and fro, each movement causing his lover to groan louder. The sensual smell of sex and sweat was almost suffocating. Ligia rubbed her clit as the excitement enthralled her, and she felt herself come just as Toby screamed into the thick, dark air. She wasn’t sure whether she had made a sound or not, but her head swam with colours and bright lights as she peaked at the same time as him, and she put her hand over her mouth to quieten her breathing which was now panting and gasping. A glance over to Kalliope told her that she was in exactly the same situation, her eyes still glazed over and her face flushed.

A roar resounded around the storage facility as Jasper came, and he thrust one more time, long and hard into Toby’s ass. He was larger than his partner, and slumped heavily over him as he recovered his breath. Toby’s arms came up around his neck and they enjoyed a passionate kiss before Jasper began to stand upright again.

Ligia jerked Kalliope’s arm and rushed into the room, grabbing the knife from Jasper’s belt. She passed it to Kally and they both confronted the naked pirates, who looked stunned, as they gasped for air. Ligia took a second to look around the room and saw what she was looking for.

“Kally, the gun.”

Kalliope immediately saw where her friend was nodding and snatched the gun from the top of a barrel which stood behind the door next to her.

“Right, you motherfuckers, don’t you dare try anything stupid. You, over there.” Ligia’s voice was a little shaky as she pointed the knife to one corner of the room. Jasper looked astonished, but turned and went to where she indicated.

“You’re with me.” With a gun and knife in her hands, Kalliope ushered the younger man to the opposite corner. They used the rope to tie the men, who were still panting from their exertions and looking totally bemused.

“We won’t gag you ’cos I think you need to get your breath back,” Ligia told them.
I know I do!
“But I might change my mind if you make a noise. No one will hear you anyway, as your crew are all over on Destiny Rock which is on the other side of the island. They’re all fast asleep, and judging by the amount they’ve been drinking won’t be waking up for quite some time.”

Jasper frowned at her but didn’t argue. Toby just stared at Kalliope in disbelief. Ligia picked up the men’s trousers and searched the pockets. She found a bunch of keys and smiled.

Kalliope followed her out of the room before she turned and locked the door. “Just in case,” Ligia said with a wicked smile as she slung the trousers over her shoulder, and they made their way up on deck.

The day hadn’t gone as well as planned for the sailors on Eastland. Having arrived around late morning at Eastland’s busy
harbor
,
they had unloaded the flowers into the various waiting trucks, and Dr. Jay and his group took the revenue to the bank with them for their meeting. There was a sizeable sum and they were confident it would put them in good stead for getting the necessary loan to have the electrical work done.

“We’ll leave most of the talking to Jay,” Delmer instructed the four men who had accompanied them to the bank. They were all dressed as smartly as they could manage, in sailor uniforms which had seen better days. Buying clothes wasn’t a priority for the men who lived on Refrainia, as the weather was always hot there so they spent most of their time in shorts anyway. One of the perks of living on the island was not having to conform to fashion or other people’s opinions of what they should wear, which suited the men just fine. The girls had only ever worn bikinis as they were the most practical attire for the climate and their way of life, so they saw no reason to change their ways.

The men nodded in agreement and followed Delmer and the doctor into the austere building. It was very quiet inside. Polished woodwork gleamed and people spoke in hushed tones. A queue of smartly dressed people looked askance as the men strolled into the large foyer, but the sailors merely joined them in line and waited for their turn. There were four tellers on duty this morning so it didn’t take long for them to reach the front of the queue, and once a number lit up on a digital screen the six burly men crowded around one of the tiny counters. The young woman, who sat behind a plastic screen, stared wide-eyed at the huge men, as if expecting a heist to take place.

“We have an appointment with the manager,” Dr. Jay informed her politely.

A man suddenly appeared behind her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It’s all right, I’ve been expecting these gentlemen,” he said, smiling at the motley crew on the opposite side of the counter. The girl looked relieved, and nodded at the man, who was dressed in a very expensive-looking gray suit.

“I hope we’re not late?” Dr. Jay enquired as they were shown into a small office. He and Delmer sat opposite the man, across a table which almost filled the whole room, while the other four stood quietly against the wall.

“Not at all,” the man replied with a smile.

A middle-aged lady in a navy skirt suit with gray hair scraped back in a bun placed a tray of tea and biscuits on the table in front of them and began to pour. She then disappeared only to return a couple of minutes later with a stack of plastic chairs. One of the sailors immediately leaned over and took the chairs from her and hoisted them to the back of the room, where his colleagues separated them and sat down. The lady smiled shyly before leaving the room again.

Once they were all seated and tucking into their elevenses, the manager pulled out some plans which he spread across the desk. There was a map of Refrainia and the route which the electrical cables were proposed to take under the sea to link with the power from the mainland. He clicked a few keys on his computer and brought up their bank account details. He frowned.

“It’s a big job and it’s going to cost a lot of money,” he began. “I feel it is necessary to discuss all the implications, including ongoing costs, insurances, etc., as well as the initial setup fees.”

“That’s why we’re here, sir.” Dr. Jay nodded. “We need to be fully aware of the ramifications before we decide whether or not to go ahead with the project.”

The men behind him nodded their concurrence whilst sipping their tea.

“Right,” said the manager. “I’ve had the reports and some rough estimates from the CEBE and a few of the contractors who have tendered for the work.”

He passed around some sheets of paper which the men studied carefully. Dr. Jay frowned.

* * * *

Rechavia and Aitan led their group into town to find the offices of the Central Electricity Board of Eastland’s Head Office. It was a massive, gray stone building, which looked to be about fifteen storeys high, and towered over the other offices in one of the town’s main streets.

There were ten men in all, who all filed through the main door of the building and stared at the vast area which confronted them. A round reception desk stood at one end and Rechavia strolled over as the rest of the men waited patiently. The building was all painted white inside, with white polished furnishing and marble countertops. There was obviously a lot of money in electricity.

“We can go straight up,” Rechavia announced, joining his colleagues. “We’re on the tenth floor.”

Most of the sailors were quite muscular men, and it was a tight squeeze to get them all in the elevator together, but they managed. The doors opened at the end of a long corridor which was lined with glass windows and doors. The “white” theme was echoed up here, and they could see people in smart suits working away at computers, or holding meetings in every office they passed. Aitan grinned at the odd looks they were given by the office workers, who were probably not used to seeing a bunch of sailors invading their department.

“You must be the gentlemen of Refrainia.” A young woman in a black suit approached them as they made their way down the corridor. “Mr. Curutchet is through here.” She ushered them into a large boardroom where four other men were sitting around a huge mahogany table, drinking tea. They stood up as the sailors entered the room and each shook hands with all of them, introducing themselves. Rechavia had brought some of the ships’ engineers and electricians to discuss the plans, and they all talked eagerly about the vast project. The young lady prepared hot drinks for them all from some machines at the back of the room, and placed three plates of pastries in front of them.

“We’ve heard some bad news from Westland which we need to discuss, but firstly here is the proposed route for the cables.” Mr. Curutchet rolled out the blueprints onto the table in front of them. The men stood and cowered over the plans intently.

* * * *

Farris and his gang met up with their contact near the harbor. “Yuli, it’s good to see you again.” Farris grinned as a portly, middle-aged man in a hard hat and high visibility jacket eagerly rushed over to them.

“And you, my friend,” the man replied, shaking his hand. “My men are in the café down the road, will you join us?”

The sailors didn’t need asking twice. They followed the man down the street to a large café where half a dozen men in hi-vis jackets sat around a large table drinking tea from large mugs. They stood up and greeted the sailors as they arrived, and the waitress prepared steaming hot drinks for them.

“It’s a massive job you’re considering,” one of the men said, as the waitress placed four large plates of sticky buns in front of them.

“Hmm, that’s what we want to discuss,” Farris replied, tucking into a large bun. “Is it
too large
a job?”

“We can do the work,” Yuli replied, “but it’s going to cause a lot more disruption to your island than we first thought.”

He took out a large plan of the island and showed them where he had marked the entry point for the mains cable. “We intend to run spurs all around here,” the older man explained, pointing out various points on the map.

“We’ve got huts around here.” Farris scowled as the extent of the disruption became apparent. If the girls were already against the idea, he couldn’t see this making them feel any happier about it.

There was a loud roll of thunder as the men finished their tea and got up.

“Let me show you the materials we are contemplating for the job,” Yuli offered as they made their way toward what seemed to be a building site.

The sailors were in their element as they were shown around the yard, and saw all the massive cables which were available.
There was some impressive machinery which would make short work of the digging and laying once they got the power onto the island.
Yuli was confident they had everything they needed, and his men appeared most competent for the job. The sailors were keen to help with the work, too, eager to get stuck into the massive project.