Outstripped

by Avery, T. C.

  Jody had put all the sperm she could muster to good use within a respectable thirty nine minutes, tops.

  Whether or not it would work, was a long shot, as already mentioned. Twice. But Jody believed it was worth a try. As we know, it most definitely worked a treat, but if it hadn't, everything would still have been worth it.

  Immensely satisfied with her devilish and deviant acts of retribution, Jody manhandled Suzanne's comatose carcass onto the bed and proceeded to remove all evidence of their presence from the room.

  She returned to the bathroom to collect her things and placed the condoms in the toilet bowl for Suzanne's discovery the following morning. They would suffice as a clear indication of the evening's success and her triumph in the conversion of a previously and notably gay Steward. At least that's what she'd be likely to conclude anyway.

  Next, Jody collected a number of important corroborating items, including: Suzanne's scanty and still moist, yet soon to be DNA encrusted, pink knickers and a few sheets of hotel letterhead and branded envelopes.

  As she calmly left the hotel she checked the bar area for any signs of Alex and his own evening's prey. They were no-where to be seen, as expected, and she envisaged the careful carving of an extra notch on his gun barrel, before making her way through the big glass doors out front once more.

  Stopping at the pavement's edge Jody looked upwards to stare deeply and dreamily at the stars. She smiled then took a long, deep breath of crisp Christmas air and congratulated herself and her team.

  There was still a long, long way to go, but right now, right here, the air tasted clean, the atmosphere was magical and Jody felt pretty damn good about herself.

  When it eventually arrived, the smiling and obliging doorman assisted with her taxi and its door.

  He waved and bid her farewell, then, with hands behind his back, he too gazed into space, rocked on his heels and considered Jody's night sky.

  He smiled to himself in the full knowledge that any number of sexually explicit and illicit acts, encounters and conquests may have, and may still take place inside his modern day mansion house on this night. As they did on every night. Yet he remained content and oblivious as to the revelers, their reasons and their rewards.

  On the other hand, he might just know everything!

  Chapter 17

  What next?

  Jody never did divulge the complete turn of events in Amsterdam four years ago, or the full truth of its significance in her ‘big plan’.

  Instead, she plied everyone with just the right amount of background information and role-playing opportunities, together with regular updates and installments, sufficient to keep their appetites whetted, their intrigue on fire and their sex lives satiated in the process.

  Jody’s time in Fiji wasn’t just a holiday or ‘Travel Industry Trip’ either. It was also another way of keeping her distance and staying ‘out of harm’s way’ for when sentences were passed, “people” were locked up and keys were metaphorically thrown away for however long the authorities deemed it necessary for “people” to suffer.

  “And suffer they must!”

  All the clichés known to man (and woman) had been conjured up at some time in Jody’s head.

  “Hell hath no fury like a school girl scorned,” seemed to be her favourite and she had no qualms with the punishment dealt out to those bastards. In truth, her scorn, anger and venom had subsided years ago, but a plan is a plan.

  Finishing the job was important. Doing it in style was showmanship and succeeding big time, in total anonymity, was nothing short of triumphant.

  And so, another day of total relaxation under the picture postcard palm trees transposed itself, through sunset and twilight, into the hot, humid, heady enchantment of another tropical evening in paradise.

  From her tall wooden stool under the thatched overhang of the hotel beachside bar, Jody smiled at the very friendly barman. He was a strong, youthful native of these idyllic isles, who took it personally upon himself to ensure the most complete satisfaction and fulfillment of certain ‘receptive’ individuals among his guests, as we know from the opening page.

  He returned her sentiment, and developed it further into a dirty, big, all-knowing grin, before attending to the thirst quenching requirements of our proud and prurient protagonist.

  Some moments of circus-like skill and dexterity passed before he carefully placed three tall, brightly coloured and suitably adorned glasses in front of her, for which she thanked him.

  Alcohol induced, fruit flavoured libation expertly mixed with particular consideration for loosening pent up inhibitions amongst their recipients. Actually there were none in need of further loosening here, so in fact they were required only to serve their main purpose. As long, cold, enjoyable evening drinks in the heat of the tropics.

  As Jody turned, once again, to study the last of the fading horizon, two radiant and particularly stunning beauties of lithe and luscious nature appeared from the shadows to join her.

  One blond. One brunette. Both long.

  Jody had showered and dressed for the evening’s entertainment ahead of Famke and Aya, and beaten them to the bar as usual. She passed over their cocktails, which they received with wide eyes and big smiles.

  “What are they?” Famke asked the grinning barman.

  To which he replied, somewhat cagily, “It’s a secret.”

  Lifting the drink to her lips she drew in a lengthy straw-full of orange and yellow alcohol and commented on its strength and sweetness.

  “It’s called a ‘Long Island Leg Opener’ round here,” said Jody, and they all burst out laughing.

  “Better have another one then,” replied Famke.

  Aya leaned in between the two of them and quietly asked, “So when do we get to meet these guys, then?”

  “It won’t be long now,” said Jody.

  THE END