KILTED DESIRE 2 - Russian Roulette

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by A. B. McKINLEY


  “Okay. Tell me more. I’d be happy tae try and help yer.”

  “Would you possibly be interested in coming out to California? And stay with us for a couple of days, so we can discuss this face-to-face? I would pay for your flights and $1000 per day, for your time.”

  “Yer want tae pay me $1000 a day just fer advice?” Scott said, quizzically. He was very skeptical, although, this man sounded genuine.

  “Absolutely. This concerns one of my children, so I need advice from the best. Can you make it this weekend?” Jim asked, sounding very anxious to get Scott to meet him.

  “I have a class tae teach Friday night, but I’m free during the weekend. And, I dinnae have another class until Tuesday night.”

  “Okay then. If I can get you on a flight to Los Angeles, Saturday morning, returning on Monday. Plus, pay you $3000, will you come?”

  I would nae normally do this, but yer sound like a guid guy and I have nae reason nae tae trust yer. Plus, the money will come in handy. Can yer tell me anything else aboot the advice yer will need?”

  “I will tell you everything when we meet. Thank you so much, Scott. What is your closest airport, Cleveland?”

  “Nae, Columbus is closer. But, if Cleveland is all yer can do, I can get there.”

  “Columbus is fine. I just wasn’t sure exactly where you were.”

  “So, yer live in Los Angeles then?”

  “No, were north of L.A., near Santa Barbara. Scott, I will have my secretary get the flights booked and one of us will call you tomorrow with the details. I’m sure the airline will need some more information about you. When you arrive, I will have a driver meet you at the airport, on Saturday.”

  “Okay Jim. I look forward tae meeting yer.”

  “Thanks so much Scott. We will see you this Saturday. Oh, and my wife won’t need to talk to you on the phone now. She will hear your accent in person! By the way, her name is Linda and she is very much looking forward to meeting you too.”

  “Sounds guid. I will see yer and Linda on Saturday. Bye.” Scott said, smiling.

  He thought they seemed like nice people. And, if he could help them and make some money at the same time, that would be great.

  All the details were sorted out on Friday and Scott received his tickets via email. He finished teaching his self-defense class on Friday evening, went home and slept for a few hours. He got up and threw a few things in his backpack and drove to the airport early Saturday morning. His flight left just after 9:00 a.m., and with time difference between Ohio and the West Coast, he arrived just after 10:00 a.m., local time. Scott had looked at the departure and arrival times on the tickets, but he never noticed that they were ‘First Class tickets’. It was a pleasant surprise for him, he had never flown like that before and the extra legroom and comfort certainly made a considerable difference. As promised a driver waited for Scott at the Los Angeles airport. And, soon he was seated in the back of a very luxurious car and on the way to his destination. First Class travel and private drivers was not something he was used to, but he certainly enjoyed it. Scott sat back and relaxed as he looked out the window at the view as they made their way up the coast.

  About two hours later, they arrived at the Robinson household in Montecito, just outside of Santa Barbara. The house was a huge, modern, a stunning two-story building which overlooked the ocean. As they approached, he noticed a gated driveway, a large swimming pool with fountains, and there were large decks on the ground and upper levels. The large, white, futuristic-looking structure was a lot different from Scott’s house back in Ohio. He was in awe. He expected the house to be nice, considering the money he was offered, and the First Class travel that had been afforded to him. But this took his breath away. This home was amazing, just like where you would expect a Hollywood movie star to live. Scott got out of car and looked around. He could hear the sound of waves as they gently rolled onto the shore and the smell of the ocean was very evident. Within moments, he was approached by a tall silver-haired, tanned man wearing white shorts and a white polo shirt, carrying a tennis racket.

  “You must be Scott,” he said, with a smile on his face

  “Hi Jim, yer house is amazing,” Scott replied.

  “Thanks,” he smiled, “Do you play tennis?”

  “That’s one of the few sports I have nae ever really played Jim, but I see yer do.”

  “Yeah, we’ve got a court around the other side of the house. I’ve just been practicing my serve. Linda doesn’t play anymore, but I like to play against the kids when they come to visit,” he said, smiling.

  “It’s a great house, and what a view!” Scott said, still taking it all in.

  “Let me show you around inside. You can then leave your things in the guest room.”

  Jim showed Scott around the house and introduced him to his wife. Scott found them both to be very down-to-earth, genuine people who liked to have fun. They encouraged Scott to rest for a while after his flight and told him they would arrange lunch whenever he felt hungry. Scott told them he was always hungry and would be happy to eat whenever they did.

  Later that afternoon they all relaxed by the pool and got to know each other a little better. Jim was very insistent on getting to know Scott first, before they talked about business. He was adamant that they all have this afternoon of fun around the pool, and arranged to talk with Scott later in the evening about his security dilemma.

  Scott soon found out that Jim and Linda owned a number of businesses. He suspected that they were multi-millionaires, if not billionaires. But, he decided not to ask. He learned that the couple met in College in the late 70’s, and been together ever since.

  They started their first business, together, which was a small restaurant, shortly after they earned their degrees. Their business gradually progressed from there. It turned out that they now owned several restaurants, as well as, two casinos in Las Vegas, and a chain of women’s designer stores which sold clothing, shoes, accessories, fragrances and jewelry. They were exceptional business people. They made their own fortune, nothing was given to them. Scott learned they tried to stay out of limelight, hardly anyone, apart from family and close friends knew of their success. Scott admired and respected them for that.

  Jim and Linda seemed to be so genuine and laid back. He found them very easy to get along with and talk to, they were very friendly. They were very physically fit too, they looked good. They both were in their mid-50’s, and Scott could tell they worked out regularly. Jim was about 6’ tall and was slim, his silver hair was slicked back and he was clean shaven. He appeared very healthy, and was quite tanned. Linda was also very tanned; she was about 5’5”, long, dark wavy hair, dark eyes and a pretty smile. She flirted with Scott about his accent, but it was all in fun. She was wearing a short skirt and bikini top all afternoon in front of Scott that showed off her great, curvy figure. It was hard for Scott not to notice. Linda flirted all day with him, right in front of her husband, nothing was secretive. This made Scott realize they were both very comfortable with each other and trusted one another. It was obvious they shared a great relationship. Scott felt at ease with the two of them, it was all just good-natured fun. He liked them and he hoped he was going to be able to help them with their security issue.

  Later that evening, after they all enjoyed supper, Jim invited Scott to sit down with him in the main living room. It was a huge room with white walls and black marble flooring, which included a loft and an open-curved staircase. There was also a magnificent brick fireplace which looked stunning. Large picture-windows, pretty much covered the entire South-side of the house and the ocean-views were amazing as the sun started to drop in the sky. Soon, Linda joined them. She was drinking a Screwdriver (Vodka and Orange Juice) and brought one for Jim too. She asked if Scott wanted one, but he declined and opted for water.

  “So Jim, I’m sure yer have nae invited me all the way oot here tae swim in yer pool and eat all of yer food. So, what can I help yer with?” Scott asked. He was having a g
reat time, but was anxious about what they wanted. He hoped he would be able to help.

  “Well, first of all we heard what you did for Britney. We’ve known her since she was born. And we know a little about your background from her and Bill. You were in the S.A.S., correct?”

  “Aye, that’s reet.” Scott nodded.

  “I have security people at all of my businesses and I could have contacted a specialist company. But, Scott, when it comes to my kids I’m very protective. I like to do business with someone I can sit down with personally, someone who I can look directly in the eye. With you also being personally recommended by someone very close to me, I hope you understand why I specifically contacted you.”

  “Aye, I understand. So, what exactly do yer need?”

  “Scott, I have two daughters and a son. I refuse to just give them anything. I want them to work for their success, just like Linda and I did. I made a deal with all of them that if they completed and earned College degrees, I would give them each $250,000 to help them start their own businesses and get a start in life.”

  Scott nodded, unsure where this was going.

  Jim continued, “Anyway my two daughters completed their degrees and are both successfully running businesses. They are both safe and healthy. The problem is my son, he’s our youngest. He’s about to graduate from USC. It is what he wants to do with his money that is worrying both Linda and I.”

  “Okay, what is it?” asked Scott.

  “He has a friend at College who is from Russia. Andrei I think his name is.”

  “Jimmy, his name is Alexei, but carry on,” Linda corrected him.

  “Whatever his name is, that’s not important. Anyway, he’s been talking to our son Kyle about investing in his family’s business. They’re opening a new casino in some Russian city and they’ve been filling Kyle’s head with talk of doubling or even tripling his investment within a few months. Now they want him to go over to Russia sometime this summer to meet the family and look at the casino.”

  “So, what do yer know aboot the family, and what city are we talking aboot?” asked Scott.

  “We don’t know much about the family, but Alexei came and stayed here with Kyle last year and he seemed like a nice enough kid, but I don’t know. Something just doesn’t seem right about this. Do you remember the name of the city, Linda?”

  “I don’t, I know it wasn’t anywhere I have ever heard of before. I will call Kyle later tonight or tomorrow and ask him again.”

  “Well, if yer can find oot the name of city, and the family’s last name, I can do some research. Also, do yer know if this Casino is built yet, does it have a name?” Scott asked, confidently. He could tell they were both very worried and wanted to reassure them he would help.

  “We’ll call him and get all the details you need. Although it’s a Saturday night, so we’ve got more chance of reaching him in the morning.” Jim said.

  “Have yer talked tae Kyle aboot yer worries?” Scott asked, looking at Linda.

  “We’ve tried,” she responded.

  “Scott, he’s twenty-two, he thinks he’s invincible and that he knows everything. He is a good kid. He is just stubborn and wants to do his own thing. Linda and I travelled all over the world after we left college, but it’s a different world now. You have to be so careful. But, I don’t need to tell you that.”

  “Aye, unfortunately yer reet, Jim. Look dinnae worry fer now. Yer two find oot all the information yer can aboot the family and the casino and I will find oot what I can. I promise yer I will give yer my honest opinion aboot whether it’s a safe place tae go after I know all the facts. And if I dinnae believe it’s a place he should be travelling too. Then, I will talk tae yer son if yer like. It may get through tae him more if it comes from someone else.”

  “Thanks Scott, have you ever had any experience or dealings in Russia?” asked Jim.

  “Aye, a wee bit, but Russia is a huge place. Let’s just wait and see what area we’re talking aboot first.”

  “Can I get you a real drink now Scott?” Linda said, as she got up and walked towards Scott.

  “Aye, I’ll have a small one of what yer two are having. Thanks.”

  She smiled at Scott, and then turned to her husband.

  “Do you want another one too, Jimmy?” she smiled, she already knew the answer before she asked.

  The evening continued with lots of food, drinks and conversation, about their respective pasts. Scott told them about some of his military background. Well, the parts he was allowed to talk about. And also about his time in Baghdad with Britney. They seemed to think Britney was a sweet little angel, so he never elaborated on why he knew that she wasn’t quite so innocent. Scott learned that as well as Kyle, the Robinson’s had two daughters. Katy was twenty-six and Tiffany who was twenty-nine. Scott cringed when he heard name Katy, and explained that he’d just broken up with a ‘Katie’, although when he found it was spelled differently, it didn’t quite seem so bad. Jim and Linda’s daughter Katy was married to a Real Estate Executive called Josh and they lived in San Francisco. Their other daughter Tiffany lived in Santa Monica. They expected her to visit sometime the following day, so they told Scott he may get to meet her. It was a very interesting evening and Scott hadn’t consumed this much alcohol for a while. So, at about 11:30 p.m., when he admitted that he needed sleep. His hosts were still going strong with the Vodka, so they agreed to continue their chat in the morning. Scott made his way up to the stunning guest room; it was very classy and had an en-suite bathroom. As Scott lay down on his bed, his head was spinning, he knew he really shouldn’t have drank that much but he enjoyed his hosts and was having such a good time, he never really realized how strong the drinks were. Within a few minutes, he was sound asleep.

  Chapter 6

  The room was quiet and dark. Scott was very comfortable lying in his bed, and there was an abundance of white, fluffy pillows. Unexpectedly, he heard the door to his room creak as if it slowly opened. He turned towards it and saw the unmistakable outline of a shapely woman wearing a dress, as she walked into his room. The light from outside the door lit up the room enough for him to make out her shape and see that she was wearing high heels, which clicked on the hard wood floor. She carried a small tray. He could not make out her face though, what was happening? He thought.

  “Hello Scotty. I’m your nurse and I’ll be taking care of you today. Is there anything I can get for you now, before I take your temperature?” she asked, as she stepped towards the table on the opposite side of the room to the bed.

  Scott’s head was spinning. He didn’t feel well and couldn’t speak.

  “No? Oh, you don’t look well,” she added.

  He watched as she placed the tray on the table and walked crisply, hips swaying, towards him. She bent over, her hand reached for Scott’s forehead, cool, smooth fingers, soft palms. Her white dress buttoned down the front, the top two were open. He enjoyed a full view of her cleavage. He still couldn’t make out her face though. He was confused.

  “Scotty, you are feverish! Don't worry. We'll get you right-as-rain, soon. I have just the cure for you.”

  She turned and walked across the room to the tray, giving him a nice view of her rear as she walked away. Within moments, she was back with the bottle of massage oil, and placed it on the bedside table.

  “Now, let's just get you undressed and out of these blankets. I'll give you a nice rubdown with this aromatherapy massage oil!”

  She briskly leaned over him so that he could see her skirt hike up, her garters peeked out from below the hem of her dress, pale thighs, rounded and firm. She pulled his blanket and sheet off and he was left completely exposed on the bed. She paused, her mouth agape for a moment. She looked at him in just his boxers, and stared at his abs and chest. She then smiled, mischievously.

  “Scotty, I’m going to give you a massage now. Just roll over on your belly, and we'll take the rest of your clothes off so we don’t get them all oily.”

  Who is t
his and where am I? Scott thought. And why the hell does she keep me calling me Scotty? Although, he wanted to find out what was going on, he didn’t feel well and still couldn’t get any words to come out.

  She told him again to turn over onto his tummy. He didn’t know why but he was doing exactly what she asked. She laid a towel over his rear end. He then felt her hands on his body as she slid off his boxers. She walked around to the top of the bed so Scott could see her, and stood there. She smiled at him as she poured oil into her palms. He still could not see her face properly. But, could make out her smile, and that she winked at him. Then, she started to massage his back and shoulders, with the oil. It smelled sharp, antiseptic and cool. It warmed his skin and he started to relax. Scott noticed how close she was. He felt her breasts as they brushed his arm occasionally, as she bent over him. Then she moved her fingers down to his legs and massaged each one. Each hand rubbed deep into his muscles, getting his blood flowing. He noticed, if moved his hand a couple of inches, he could just touch one of those garters on her thigh. He started to get very aroused, and decided to just do it. So, he reached over with his fingers and grabbed the garter, and snapped it. She paused a moment, then lightly slapped his hand.

  “Oh Scotty, none of THAT!”

  Scott wanted to say something, but again no words came out.

  She then moved to his rear end, and removed the towel. She grabbed his backside firmly, one cheek in each hand, and rubbed them very thoroughly, she really kneaded deep into those big muscles. Scott squirmed a little and rolled onto his side. He was getting even more excited and it was getting uncomfortable as he lay on his stomach.

  She must have noticed his discomfort.

 

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