Island Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  I grabbed her narrow waist where it met her slender hips and returned to penetrating her tight body. Nancy placed her forearms against the shower wall and allowed herself to scream as her orgasm came on quickly. She was still yelling out profanity as I climaxed inside her. Once I could reopen my eyes, I saw the beautiful woman there before me, leaning against the wall in exhaustion. Before pulling out, I slid one arm around her waist and brought her to my chest.

  "I enjoyed that immensely," I whispered into her ear.

  "Me, too," she replied as she reached back to place one hand on my shoulder.

  "I guess we should go ahead and shower together," I said as I reached for the soap. It was a little awkward at first. We spent a few minutes lathering each other up and getting rinsed. I enjoyed examining Nancy's body in more detail as we did so. She was not as tight bodied or buxom as the gym rats that I typically did the dirty with. But that somehow made her even more attractive to me. More like a real person instead of a sex buddy.

  CHAPTER EIGHT:

  The sound of a ruckus in the common room brought Nancy and I back from our sexual interlude. We were not on vacation. We were not a happy couple with a happy life. We were prisoners, and we shared our barracks with two other individuals. To think that I wished for more people to join us at one point. Now I wanted to go back to it just being the two of us.

  "What are you doing?" Shira yelled. When I hastily opened the shower room door with only my shorts on, I saw her standing just inside the women’s bedroom. Bobby was on the kitchen side of the table in the common room with a chair in his hands. Apparently, he had been beating the chair against any surface within reach.

  "What the..." I started, which caught Bobby's full attention. The pure crazy in his eyes cut me short. Attempting to walk through the table instead of around it, he swung the chair at me. He was not near close enough to make contact. His momentum, along with poor close combat tactics, sent him falling to the floor as the chair flew in Shira's direction. Luckily, she dodged it in time while letting out a yelp.

  This boy was seriously out of control. In a real prison the guards would step in right about now and subdue his crazy ass. I stood there waiting to see if any higher powers in our institution were going to intercede. They did not.

  Bobby then scrambled to his feet and took a wild swing at me. It was a roundhouse punch with his right arm. Not a good first move in this situation. I dodged the blow then batted my left forearm against his outstretched limb to propel him awkwardly forward. As he then passed by, I gave him a solid sucker punch with my right fist to the back of his head. The maneuver sent him rapidly face first into the floor.

  My hopes that he had returned to the bliss of unconsciousness were shattered when he shook his head and placed his palms to the floor in an attempt to rise. I then positioned my foot with just enough pressure in the center of his back. His stupid face quickly regained contact with the floor.

  At this point, you would think that some yelling and pleading would be in order. But, no. He tried to reach around to his back and remove my foot with his fingertips. In vain, obviously. If I were an asshole of the matching caliber, I would take that arm and snap it backward dislocating his shoulder. I had accidentally done that once as a bouncer and had to share some of the medical bills that resulted.

  "Stop squirming and calm down," I told him without raising my voice. Calming tones were not my specialty.

  "Fuck you!" was his only reply as he tried to rise again push-up style. I added pressure with my foot until he returned to the appropriate position with a grunt.

  "I don't want to hurt you," I told the guy. And it was true. I only wanted to do the minimum required to keep the peace. "But you need to calm down before I let you go."

  Nancy was quietly cowering behind me in the shower room as Shira watched from the entrance to her room. Neither were speaking up, whether to stop or encourage me. I wasn’t expecting the fight, fight cheer of a school ground gathering, but some kind approval of me taking control of the situation would be nice.

  Bobby quickly grabbed the ankle of my foot that was currently holding most of my weight as it was the only one in contact with the floor. It was impossible for him to get a good grip, though. So, I pulled my foot free as I placed all my weight on his back. I then swung said foot forward to strike the dumb fucker toes-first in the face. Both women then screamed as Bobby clutched face with his ankle grabbing hand. Blood was seeping through his fingers. It was possible that I had broken his nose. Hopefully, that would be enough to gain the desired results.

  "My next punch to the back of your head could send you into a coma. This is your last chance to comply."

  Bobby took at least twenty deep breaths before his breathing started to slow. I gave him a couple extra minutes to make sure that he had come to his senses. His body language signaled that his fit of anger had passed.

  "I'm going to let you up now. We'll see what we can do to patch up your face. Are you going to behave?"

  Bobby nodded, so I slowly released my foot. He didn't return to his panic, so I stepped back and let him rise. He reached for a chair that was still upright and used it to support his weight. I stayed close by. Once standing, he started to turn toward me. Unsure of his intentions, I took a step back to give myself the appropriate amount of space to react should he freak out again.

  Instead of lunging for me, he darted for Shira and grabbed her by the arm. She screamed for help. By the time I reached them he already had the tiny woman in a head lock.

  "I'll snap her neck," he started to say, bloody spittle flying in my direction and onto Shira’s cheek. Then he screamed in agony for a brief second before dropping limp to the floor, releasing his grip on our cell mate. Shira cried out and ran into my arms. Perhaps she was just trying to get by me instead, but the scattered furniture limited her path. When I felt her uncomfortable in my embrace I released calmly. She then stood to one side of me as Nancy came out to stand on the other.

  "What happened to him? Shira asked, still in obvious panic. It was then that I smelled the urine that had naturally left Bobby’s body in his moment of intense pain. Lin had mentioned that the same thing happened to Zach.

  "Our captors flipped a switch somewhere that shot pain through his entire body. It happened to one of the guys on the other team and they told us about it. This is the first time that I have seen it in person."

  A deep voice then boomed from the ceiling of our barracks. "Exit your quarters immediately."

  No one needed a second invitation. Once we cleared the threshold the door whispered into place to seal us out. We just stood there as we processed what had just happened.

  "Is he dead?" Nancy asked. "Zach didn't lose consciousness when it happened to him."

  "I don't know," I replied. "Maybe they just upped the dose enough to knock him out since he was acting all crazy. Or, his body reacted more adverse to the chemical than they expected.”

  The door reopened just then. It had only been a minute or two since they had been ousted. Searching inside, there was no sign of Bobby. Did they take him away? Was it for medical treatment or a burial? There was also no piss stink or puddles on the floor. It was completely dry.

  "How did they do that?" Shira asked.

  "I think they come up through the floor somewhere. I haven't been able to figure out where yet." Once I discover their passageway, I could begin devising a plan to escape. I didn't say this out loud, though. Our captors were obviously watching and listening. How else could they have known the exact moment to interfere with Bobby?

  "I bet they brought lunch," Nancy said almost enthusiastically. She had already become accustomed to the coming and going of invisible providers. Recovering from the shock of the Bobby experience so quickly, her thoughts had turned to food. Maybe the rigorous sexual episode contributed as well. Surprisingly, she was wrong. There was nothing in the refrigerator. Not even our drinks.

  Then the familiar horn sounded again. The central arena space was reopening
. I couldn’t help but feel like we were being herded around like animals. Get in your barracks! Get out of your barracks! Go to the arena! Unfortunately, there was nothing that I could do about it at that moment. Lack of compliance obviously incurred dire results.

  Would it be the nightclub scene again? It was too early in the day for that, I'd think. But we were on an island. The people I knew from the Caribbean would start partying early in the day, then continue through the night into the next day.

  We walked casually out of our barracks and around the building to see. Through opening in the wall, I could spot ultra-green grass and a variety of trees. A cobblestone path greeted us at the entrance and led us to a large picnic table in the middle. Each of the two sides of the table had a bench long enough to seat four people. Off to the left of the gathering place was a large red cooler and what appeared to be a grill. Today's social event was evidently a cookout.

  Bird song and squirrel chirping tickled our ears as we began our way down the path. Glancing around I could not identify the sources of the animal sounds. There were still no critters visible. The scents in the air were the same as the beach, so I assumed that the trees were fabricated. Made sense because they weren’t there yesterday. As we got closer to the table, I could smell food cooking.

  Zach and his team were approaching from the other side at the same pace. Their new recruit was a smallish Middle Eastern man. There was no confusion about the man’s race. His skin was dark and his hair jet black. Wiry arms and legs were thick with hair as well. He walked with an unusual swagger that resembled someone about to start dancing. Or possibly dodging flying objects.

  We greeted each other and they announced their newest team member as Amir. He seemed friendly but had the tendency to bob his head around like he was in a boxing match. It was getting annoying quickly.

  We explained in detail what happened to Bobby, then began talking about the central park that the prison was providing for us. I had difficulty keeping my eyes off of Lin, despite my recent sexual release. She was looking so damn good. I believe the addition of a comfortable smile took her attractiveness to an even higher level. She caught me looking several times and seemed to enjoy the attention.

  Zach, however, did not approve of me taking an interest in the hottest woman on his team. Based on his apparent frustration I assumed that he had not yet bedded his teammate. Perhaps his attention was not as well received. The boy was a bit immature for Lin, I would think. But you never know what women are into until it happens. Plus, our situation limited your choices. You might do things here that would be unthinkable elsewhere.

  I must have been doing an absolutely awful job of disguising my attraction to the Polynesian beauty, because Nancy kept giving me a look as well. It was not jealousy, surprisingly. It was more of a playful smile, like she knew what I was thinking.

  "Lin seems really nice," I told Nancy, approaching the subject delicately.

  "Oh, she's nice alright," she replied. "It's a shame for you that she is on the other team. You two won't have a chance to share a shower. You are stuck with me and Shira."

  "You'd share me with Shira?"

  "You don't belong to me, and vice versa. I enjoyed our time together and hope to do it again. But I don't think we should get too attached. We might be released any day and go back to our regular lives. So, with that in mind, does Shira turn you on?"

  "Not yet," I answered, almost without thinking. "She's pretty enough, sure. Maybe after she loosens up a little. But both you and Lin already have it going on."

  The hinged lid on the unusual cooking apparatus raised up to reveal its contents. The thing resembled a plastic dumpster more than a barbeque grill. Inside on one side were large brown patties of meat with coloration matching burgers that had been exposed to flame. The texture was too smooth to be beef, for sure. It also did not look like turkey or chicken. Perhaps it was some sort of protein lump as a substitute for real meat. The lack of animals on this island may have required it. However, the scent they gave off was as appealing as a well-done steak.

  The other side of the grill had potatoes, squash, peppers and onions. A drawer popped open below the cooking surface as we approached to expose dark brown buns of unidentifiable bread type. Each bun sat on its own rectangular plate with half sectioned off for the veggies. Once the first bun was selected by Zach, a side drawer opened to reveal three chilled bowls of condiments. One red, supposedly ketchup. Another bright yellow. Mustard, no doubt. The third was green with black specks and streaks. Guacamole?

  Half of the drink bottles in the cooler were filled with a spicy lemonade. It was surprisingly good. The rest were an iced tea with unrecognizable fruit flavors. There were plenty of each provided.

  There was no seating arrangement. The table was not painted half orange, half blue, surprisingly. So, I took the liberty of selecting a spot on the other bench beside Lin. The top of her firm breasts could be seen from my angle below the neckline of her t-shirt. They were calling to me each time that I glanced at her. She had to have noticed.

  "What are you doing over here you dirty dog?" Lin asked me, with a flirty grin.

  "Dog?" I asked, feigning offense.

  "I see you checking me out. And Nancy sitting over there laughing at you. Going after a woman on the other team makes you a dog, doesn't it?"

  "Well, I do like to bury the bone," I whispered, immediately regretting it. I did not know this hottie well enough to take that chance. In a club full of attractive women, a man could make that mistake and still have a good night.

  "Oh my God," Lin blushed.

  "I'm sorry. I guess that is coming on way too strong. But I do like you, Lin. You are smart, friendly, and everything that I find attractive in a woman. I'd just like to get to know you better."

  "Excuse me," Amir said with his hand on my shoulder. "I believe you are in the wrong seat."

  I turned to look at him to see if this was a challenge or simply a mistake on his part. Fortunately, I did not see hatred or anger in his eyes. He was notably confident, considering that he was a few weight classes below me. Perhaps he was some sort of martial arts expert that could give me trouble. I did have a guy drop me once with a Judo leg sweep. He caught me off guard. I won’t let that happen again.

  "I asked him to sit here," Lin said without bothering to look at her teammate.

  "Okay," was all that Amir said in reply. He then went to the other side of the table where I had been sitting previously, giving a creepy smile to both Nancy and Shira as he took a seat between them. Nancy laughed, a small portion of her most recent bite dropping from her mouth embarrassingly. Shira's response was to scoot away a few inches. Amir did not give up, though. He started a one-sided conversation in an attempt to engage either of them.

  I took Lin's comment as encouragement to continue my flirtation. "So, I'm going to ask our jailers to swap Bobby for you, assuming that Bobby is still alive."

  "Oh yeah? Do you think they'll go for that?"

  "Sure, why not?" I asked. Of course, I didn’t think that they would. I had no means of communication with them anyway. Yelling into the sky had yielded no results so far.

  "Well, I think it is supposed to be two men and two women on each team. Would we move Bobby's bed to the women's quarters for me to sleep on?"

  "I don't see why. Besides, there is plenty of room in my bed to accommodate you." After passing successfully with the dog bone comment I decided not to hold back too much. Our time together was very limited. I should be clear about my intent.

  "More sex talk, huh."

  "We can just cuddle if you prefer. Or, are you already coupled up with a teammate?"

  "Oh, hell no!" Lin replied causing me to laugh outright. When she joined in the laughter she followed with, "Those guys are definitely not my type."

  "What is your type, then?"

  "Don't you worry about it. I'm not planning on sticking around here long enough to need a bed companion. Aren't we supposed to be planning an escape?"

/>   Lin and I turned serious and started sharing our observations. I waved for Nancy to take the vacant seat on the end across from Lin to join in the discussion. Shira completely ignored Amir's attention and tried to follow our discussion closely herself. I made eye contact with her a few times to let her know that she was welcome to join us in our efforts.

  When the last person finished their food, we were commanded to vacate the cookout grounds. After the door rose up silently behind us, we were informed that the next arena challenge would take place in just two hours. We spent some of that time relaxing in the hammock or sitting on the pier, wondering how things would work with us just having three team members. Would one of the blue team have to sit out of the competition? Or, would they have us compete one man down?