Holiday Business 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Mixing business and pleasure while on holiday!’


Holiday Business

A follow on from the story - Pool Boy Duties

The island of St. White was a holiday makers paradise, and island paradise set
in a hot, sunny and tropical part of the world. With its white sand beaches,
that how it got its name, its palm tree forests, its amazing hot and sunny
weather. Plus of course what every island needs, an extinct volcan, so it was
a holiday destination that everyone should go to. Don't forget that old
colonial look that the island had to its main town, Town Royal. Then there was
the Rum you could get here, Rum to die for! And of course, there was the
fishing, 'Oh the Fishing ... ... !' Yes, this was defiantly a paradise island
to go to and enjoy, but ... ... !

Well for this holiday paradise you'd needed money to stay here, and quite a
bit of it. The island government had a long term policy to only allow a small
amount of tourism here. As they didn't want the beauty of the island to be
destroyed by hoards of tourist over running the place and ruining it. Of
course, there was some tourism, there always will be, but it all came at a
price. There were a few, just a few 'ordinary' hotels on the island and there
was this one, just one, very luxurious hotel at the norther end, The Utopia.
The hotel also had its own selection of a few very private apartments right by
the beach too. This was all a very, very 'well to do' establishment and all
very, very expensive too.

There were also a few new holiday villas that had been recently opened here on
the island, but nothing too much, just yet! Plus, there had also been the
first docking of an island hopping luxury cruiser, the SS Desire. A ship that
had recently docked, even though it had only stayed for just a day here in the
harbour of Royal Town. Yes, there was tourism even here in paradise, but it
was all very low key, after all the islands government and administrators
didn't just want anyone to turn up here. But on the other hand, those that did
come here did bring lots of money with them to the island, so ... ... ! It
depended on who you knew and in which government office, which department.
Then it was down to who would take a 'donation' or two! Maybe then you might
be able to get in early here on the tourist market! (Reader may wish to read
previous story about and including St. Whites - Wife Swop, Summer Getaway,
Holiday Muscle Getaway, Business in Paradise, Holiday Encounter, A Hot Days
Challenge, Desire under the Sun, Storm Ashore & Pool Boy Duties)

Some of the latest lucky ones to arrive here and could afford to have a
holiday here were a group of tourists that had taken holiday villas on the
west part of the island. These villas belonged to a budding entrepreneur, Mr
Greenwood and his wife, who after enjoying a stay at The Utopia. Had decided
that investing in the island, seeing that the holiday business here would be a
good money maker. Mr Greenwood, couldn't afford to start big, or to compete
with that luxury hotel, The Utopia. So, he'd started a bit smaller, buying
some old rundown house out on the west side of the island. Then, after some
redesign, renovated and setting up, with everything that any holiday maker
could want. There were now 6 quite lovely, stylish and expensive villas ready
for hire.

The latest of the guests here were staying in, firstly, in villa No 3, a
couple, Mr and Mrs Cable. He was a bit of an ornithologist, having chosen the
island of St. Whites for a holiday due to its wonderful bird life! His wife
Diane was a teacher in a boy's boarding school and she didn't have any real
interest in bird watching, but she liked boy watching. Having quite a passion
for the young things! But now away from the school and her free supply of all
those young, loving darlings that she was used too. She was now getting her
loving for the Poll Boy here. The youngster Son of Mr and Mrs Greenwood, a
youth who was forces to move to the island when his Father set up his business
here. But now, thanks to such lovely ladies like Diane Cable, moving here from
all that he knew, and his friends. Well, it was turning more and more into
'Paradise' each day for young Lewis as he carried out his 'Pool Boy' duties!

Another set of new guests here were a couple of lovely women, attractive
females in the mid 20's who were very much 'friendly girls', the kind that get
on well with other women. But being here on holiday and fancying something
'different', as they were on holiday and in paradise. They got friendly with
and persuaded Mrs Greenwood, a bit of a Milf in her own right, to allow them
to have Lewis as their 'Pool Boy!' There was nothing wrong with having that
bit of a 'holiday romance' was there, and even for these girly girls. Well,
young Lewis was far too sweet and lovely to miss out on. So now the 'Pool Boy'
was enjoying his 'work' at villas No 3 with Diane and his double work at villa
No 4, with Trina and Jenny!

The island of St. White was indeed paradise for some, and getting better and
better for young Lewis with each 'Pool Boy' visit he made. But then again it
wasn't for everyone. Mr and Mrs Greenwood older Son's, and there was a bit of
an age difference between Lewis and George and Daniel the older ones. The
older Brothers had thought at first when they moved here to paradise, that
they could relax, enjoy the sun, have a drink and ... ... ! But their Father
had other ideas, 'employing' all his Son's as menial labour around his villas,
to save on proper staff wages, so that's why the 'Pool Boy' job came down to
the Son's.

But over the last few days, Lewis was now really enjoying being a 'Pool Boy'
to Mrs Cable and the lovely girly ladies Trina and Jenny. The women that had
changed everything for the lad. As for George and Daniel well, it had all
started off well for them, as their Father was trying to move out into the
fishing boat tourist business. Plus, he had a few more ideas and was now
giving these two older Brothers some more responsibility, to prove themselves
in the business. But then the two older Brothers had come across Trina and
Jenny who'd basically kicked their arses, as George and Daniel had annoyed the
women. Plus, they much preferred the younger Brother Lewis when it came to
having 'fun under the sheets' or in the pool!

Finally, there was the last guests, the couple staying in villa No 5 and they
were! Well, they were a strange 'couple' there was an older woman, and if her
passport was to be believe she was 'How Old!' A real Milf who 'looked' 40'
something, late 40's, a strong, fit 40's something woman. This older woman was
Miss Elizabeth a stern, maybe even forceful female. Who, if you didn't address
her correctly, she'd tell you, 'Its Miss Elizabeth!' With Miss Elizabeth was
her young female companion, her 'ward', the young Wendy. And 'ward' was a word
that George had to look up, had to google, to make sure he under stood it, as
he was completing all the new island arrival government paperwork. Even after
seeing the official papers that the older woman had given him. (Ward: a young
person under the care and control of a guardian appointed by a court.)

Wendy was young, and should probably be in school rather than holidaying with
her 'guardian!' Young, oriental, petite and cute, that was this girl. But she
was also fit looking, both in looks and body. She stood out not only because
she was indeed very nice, but also because of her hair, short with a fringe
and naturally dark. But now it had been dyed a bold blue colour, if she'd done
it just for this holiday, who knew, but of course it made her stand out. Plus
being a girl, a school age girl, she always seemed to have her cute face
looking down at her phone.

So, this was the last group of holiday makers that was currently staying in
the villas. But these two were also the most interesting of the guests as
there was something about them. Something you couldn't quite put your finger
on, but it almost seemed as if these two were here for 'something else' too,
they weren't just your normal holiday makers! It was Mrs Greenwood was the
first to notice this, that there was something else about this 'couple'

She, Mrs Greenwood had been working in the company's office in the main town,
Royal Town when the young girl Wendy walked in. It was only her second day
here on the island but she was here to ask questions. Firstly, where to rent a
car, that was quite normal for a tourist, but even so Mrs Greenwood wasn't too
sure that this girl was old enough, even on this island to drive a car! Then a
few not so normal tourist questions, about the harbour, not were to eat, but
who owned particular storage buildings in the dockyard. Then who worked and
owned a couple of boats also out there in harbour, that sort of thing.
Definitely not normal, typical tourist questions!

It didn't bother Mrs Greenwood there was no secret as to who owned it all,
there were no secrets here on the island of St. Whites! Well, there were no
secrets about who owned the storage building or the boats anyway. So, after
she'd answers the young girl 'enquiries', Wendy leant down to where Mrs
Greenwood was sat at the desk and gave her a kiss on her cheek. Then she
walked off and before she was about to leave the young girl turned to smile
back at the older woman sat there. It was then that Mrs Greenwood though,
something was up here?

The dockyard storage building belonged to the 'The Islands Trading Company',
the boats that the girl was asking about all belonged to 'St. Whites
Transport.' It wasn't lost on Mrs Greenwood that both these different
companies were in turn owned by the same man, and prominent business man her
on the island, a Mr John Truman. It wasn't lost on Mrs Greenwood because the
girls questions led the older woman to telling the young inquisitive girl all
this. Well, you'd have to go through a lot of documents online about
businesses and companies to find all that all out. But it was a lot easier to
just ask someone who lived locally to find out the facts, about anything. It
was a lot quicker that way, and that's just what Wendy had done!

So, with this information the young oriental girl went back to her guardian
and 'reported' back that what they already thought was indeed correct. And so,
the two women's 'job' here on the island would soon be starting fully, there
was just a few other bits to check, to go over and then ... ... !

The man that the girl's questions reviled, John Truman, was one of those men
who had a number of different companies here on the island. In total he had
six here and a few more on some of the different nearby islands too. His
business, his official, legitimate business was 'import and export', moving
'stuff' around the number of different islands here in this part of the world.
It was a good business, and a quite profitable one. Which allowed him to have
a very nice house on at least four different islands that he had business
links too. So, he wasn't doing too bad at all, was he.

But of course, there was also another side to his official business, a side
that allowed him to build up a very good 'retirement fund!' But this other
side, consisted of some very dubious and downright illegal activities, all
covered up by the real work of his import and export companies. And it was all
this illegal activity that had brought Mr Truman to the attention of
'someone!'

This someone had decided that Truman's company, the legal side ones, were all
good and well meaningfully companies, doing good work and employing a large
number of people on all these different islands. A company that was helping
out the local economies and a company that really should carry on, but! The
illegal side that John Truman was involved in, well that had to stop, it
really had to stop! But arresting the man, would only hurt all of his various
different companies, people would lose confidence and that would lead to the
loss of contracts, work and job. So, a different way had to be found to move
Mr Truman on, or to just 'get rid' of him, but in a quiet kind of a way!

So, this someone had 'asked' a woman, who was known for getting a job done, if
she could sort this little problem out!

Miss Elizabeth and Wendy tried to blend in as holiday makers, going down to
the island's main town, Royal Town, each day. But it wasn't to do tourist
stuff, it was to look, to watch, to ask questions and to gaining a bit more
information on who was who and who ... ... ! Well getting as much local
information on their 'target' as they could. Then when they had everything,
they needed, and of course they'd had a look around the island house of this
John Truman. A look around, checking out what security was in place, and of
courses doing it without being seen or noticed themselves. After all this had
been done, the two women, the older one and her younger friend. They were in a
position to put their plan into action.

Miss Elizabeth, the tall woman, broad in the shoulders, firm and toned in the
body and with arms that were well exercised and strong. She was the obvious
muscle here and had been keeping her skills fully in tune, as the Greenwood
boys George and Daniel had found out. Much to their discomfort and
embarrassment. The Mother Mrs Greenwood had altered the roster for the 'Pool
Boys' her Sons. Of course, Lewis the cute young one had the villas with the
women that needed some boy love. Then the older brothers, George and Daniel
had been allocated to Villa No 5 which allowed Miss Elizabeth to grab and work
over there two lads, both who were in there early 20's. They proved to be no
real opposition for her, she was an older woman, a strong woman, a woman who
was skilled and of course, too powerful for both these 'men.' But these young
males allowed her to have a workout, to loosen herself up, ready for what was
to come.

So, with all information gather, then checked, and double checked. Plus, with
the reconnaissance done, plans reviewed and finalised and with a workover done
to get the muscles warmed up, it was now time to ... ... !

It was now time for the women, Miss Elizabeth and her 'ward' Wendy to get on
with their 'job.' It was the start of the evening on the fourth day of being
here on the island and the two ladies had made their way down to Royal Town.
Where they were sitting outside a restaurant, a quite good one, near to the
harbour, which from the veranda had an excellent view of what they were here
to watch! Watching and waiting, the ladies sat there. Miss Elizabeth watching
the area in front of the restaurant, the docks, while Wendy, being the young
girl she was, she had her head down looking at her phone!

But they didn't have to sit there and wait for long, it didn't take too long
before who they were looking for made an appearance. There he was the man they
were here for. Jeff walked up and along the dockside, he was coming from the
direction of one of the boats, maybe a ship. One of those that Wendy had
enquired about a few days earlier. Halfway along the dock he stopped and
talked to a couple of men there, dock workers of ship's crew, it was difficult
to tell. But they were men that Jeff knew and by the looks of it was giving
orders too. Once that was done, he moved on and carried on along the dock,
then around and coming quite close to the restaurant where these women where
sat.

As he came around and got close to the restaurant, his phone went and he
picked up the call. Which was good for Miss Elizabeth and Wendy as his
concentration was now with whoever he was talking to. Good for the women, as
being a man and walking past there, if he wasn't on the phone, he could have
easily noticed these two! So, Jeff carried on past, in deep conversation on
his phone, going past and making his ways towards the area where the dock
workers parked their car.

As he went past the women got up and headed off to where they'd parked their
rental. Jeff got in his car and headed off, followed by Miss Elizabeth and
Wendy, even though it was Miss Elizabeth who had to rent the car, it was Wendy
who was driving. They drove through and the out of Royal Town, but not too far
out. Drove up the one of those hills, to a quite plush property and the home
of John Truman.

Jeffs was Mr Truman's main man down at the dock's, he wasn't employed by
Truman, no he was employed by the docks as the dock supervisor. But he also
'worked', in a certain way, for Mr Truman too. Nothing happened in the docks
without John Truman knowing about it, or approving it. That's how things
worked around here. Although John Truman, on one hand was a respected island
business man, on the other he, Mr Truman, controlled more than enough of what
went on, outside of his business!

As the house came in sight and Jeff pulled up to the large double gates at the
entrance to the property, Wendy drove past as not to raise his suspicions. As
the female's car went past, it stopped sharply and Miss Elizabeth quickly
jumped out and made her way quickly towards those driveway gates. Jeff had
pulled up at the post where the intercom was, his arm reaching out to it.
Close by and eyes belonging to the older woman were ready, in position and
watching. This fit female was there, prepared for the moment where she could
move and then! Then that man there was done for, she knew that!

As Jeff pulled up, dropped his window, reached for the intercom and pressed
the button. The device on the pole had crackled into life, the screen flashed
and then came on. The man on the other side, sat there in the security room in
Mr Truman's large house on the other side of those gates, recognised Jeff and
buzzed him in. As the screen went dark again, there suddenly, coming out of
nowhere, coming out the dark, to the driver's side was this fast moving,
WHACK! Miss Elizabeth's fist went flying through the night air and smashed
into the side of Jeff's face as he sat there in his car.

It was a blow that shock him, sent his head rocking from side to side and
filled the inside of his now rocking head with a sharp, painful, mushy,
electric pain. Then instantly followed up by, SMACK! A second even harder blow
and then a third hard hitting blow for the older woman, and with each blow his
eyes became more glazed over and then. Then those eyes rolled back as he fell
over to the side and into the passenger's seat. Suddenly out of nowhere as the
large gates where now fully open, Wendy appeared opened the driver's door,
pushing the man fully out the way, jumping in and proceeded to drive the car
through those open gates and into the grounds of Mr John Truman's quiet lovely
house.

After hitting the man, hard, Miss Elizabeth had run round the vehicle opened
the passenger side, and slid inside. Just as her small, young friend was
pushing the man over to her. As the car was driven up the long driveway the
man moans as if her was coming out of the effects of the older woman's fist
strikes. Miss Elizabeth grabbed onto this half concisions man. On arm around
his head the other grabbed onto its side, there was a twist of her firm,
strong arms, hands, and a, CRACK! Jeff's body jerked and then was still, and
as the car carried on along and turned the first corner of the driveway, the
passenger's door was opened as they still moved along and, Thud! Thud!

From a distance it would have looked as if a body, yes, a body had been dumped
out the car as it moved along, but surly no woman would do that, would they?
As the car carried on it turned the last corner and into the large open
courtyard in front of the house. A well light area, in which the car appeared
and then slowly came to a stop there. The two men that were outside the front
of the house, the ones who almost looked as if there were 'on guard' there.
They watched the car come to an unusually and jerky halt. Then ... ... ! Then
nothing, no one came out the car, the engine had seemed to fade, die even
before it had stopped and now the car was just stood there, quite still and
eery.

It took a moment or two, maybe a whole 30 seconds before the two men, slowly
walked over to the 'abandoned' looking car to investigated it. One man went to
the driver's door the other all the way over to the passenger's side and
together they, slowly opened the doors and looked inside, and ... ... ! It was
empty, there was none in there? Then men recognised the car as belonging to
the port supervisor Jeff, the man who also 'worked' for Mr Truman. But he
wasn't there in the car, in his car, no one was there in the car. So, if no
one was driving it how had it ... ... WHACK! THUD!

Out of nowhere, out of the darkness and with some speed coming into that
well-lit area were the two women, one on each side. Miss Elizabeth coming in
from the right to the man by the driver's door, and that empty driver's seat.
Then on the passenger's side, young Wendy was just as quick as she came
hurtling towards the man on her side. Both men heard something, just before
each of them was struck. They heard the running footsteps on the gravel that
coved the area of the front courtyard. The gravel was a good idea, as you
could hear people approach. But even so, it just gave you a slight warning, so
you'd needed to be quick enough to react after hearing it. But unfortunately,
for them, these men weren't that quick!

Miss Elizabeth struck first; her fist came thundering into the side of her
man's head as he'd slightly managed to turn towards the sound, he just heard
behind him. The blow nearly took him out in one, but to be sure the woman
struck again, her other fist came upwards, hard, fast and into his falling
jaw. His body shook with some vigour and before it could stop shaking the
woman reached out to him, grabbed his head by both hands and, CRACK! She
thrusted his head downwards and fast, straight into her knee that was coming
upwards at speed. Now that did take him out, out cold and letting go of his
head the man's limp body dropped down to the gravel floor there.

Over on the other side of the car and just as the big, tall strong older woman
struck, so then did the smaller, younger and cute, oriental girl strike too.
Wendy came at her man, running then jumping, launching herself and going into
him feet first. Her extended foot went into the side of his kneecap and there
was a high pitch shriek, that could easily have been mistaken for a cat. He
wobbled, shook and as the girl came down onto her feet now, she lent in,
grabbed onto the man and then, CRUNCH! She slammed his face into the
passenger's side open door frame. He shook and then she repeated this two,
three, more times, until there was blood and the man was still!

Two of Mr Truman's men where down, well three if you included Jeff and now
these new bodies were stuffed into the back of the car, and it was time for
the women to move on. Off they went around and to the far side of the house
and toward where there was a door there. It was almost as if they already knew
the layout of this place. At the door Wendy stood there in front of it, leant
forwards and gave a little knock on it. Miss Elizabeth stood to the side out
the way and a second or maybe two later, there was a sound form the other
side. A lock turned and the door opened slightly, as if the person on the
other side was just a bit unsure.

There was another slight pause and then the door was pulled more forcefully
and wider open. A man stood there, tall, black and strong looking, but with a
bit of a confused look on his face. Then seeing the young oriental girl there,
with her blue hair. With her stood there under one of those lights that went
around the outside of the house. He looked even more confused, 'what was she
... .?', WHACK! His confusion was over taken by a sharp blow, from Miss
Elizabeth who was still stood to the side, and who'd now made herself know
too. The man shook and then stood still, stood very still. Wendy looked over
to her friend, confusion now on her face. Then the girl put her arm out, and
pushed the man in his chest with her finger, THUD!

He toppled over, fell back and went down straight on his back there on the
hard wooden floor and back inside the house. With another one out cold, the
woman moved on, Miss Elizabeth walking around the fallen man, while the girl
Wendy just walked completely over him! Well girls will be girls, wont they.
Now inside the house and with three of the security men down there was,
according to their information, possible two or three more to get through. It
was as if the women had read a report detailing the security of this place,
but even reports sometimes don't have all the answers. They carried on down
the corridor, then at the end there they both stopped.

Wendy stood by the door at the end there ready to enter it, while Miss
Elizabeth carried on further into the house and heading towards the main
stairs there in the big hallway. Wendy slowly turned the door handle, pushed
the door open just a bit and all very quietly. Opening it just enough to peer
inside and see the man with his back to her as he sat there in front of a load
of monitor screens. Monitors like the one for the gate intercom, and screens
like the one that showed the front of the house. Where a car could just be
seen as it was that bit too far forward, so didn't fully show up on the
screen. Plus, the monitor for the side door where Wendy could clearly see the
man lying there in the corridor.

This was the house security room, where John Truman's team of men worked out
of. But luckily, when someone has all this security, they feel safe, too safe
and so people get slack, too relaxed as it's all there and they think 'what
can go wrong, we've got cameras.' Then they get into the habit of not watching
those cameras! Wendy could see the man was flicking through a magazine,
laughing to himself and she knew this was just too easy for her! So, she moved
further inside the room, closing the door behind her, quietly and then as she
got close to him, SMASH!

Coming in quietly behind the man, who was part of the house's security team.
The one who was more interested in his magazine then watching the monitors in
front of him and ... ... ! Just as the small oriental girl was close, he
looked up and at those monitors there. He looked and could see the front
courtyard monitor. At the top of the screen, he could make out a small part of
the car parked there but that was it. His eyes moved over the rest of the
screens and there the side door access corridor with the tall black man lying
there on the floor, 'Shit!' At that moment his arm reached out for the alarm
button and that's when Wendy gabbed him from behind and thrusted, with some
force, his head into the closest monitor screen. Then, SMASH! SMASH!

Having thrown his head, face first into the screen, having made the rest of
his body judder and quake, she carried on until his body stopped jerking and
the sparks from the smashed screen stopped flickering. At the same time and
going up the main stairs, Miss Elizabeth heard a fait sound from behind that
door that her 'ward' Wendy had gone through. But even so the older, strong
Milf kind of knew that her younger 'colleague' would be 'fully in control of
the situation' there!

At the top of the stairs and on the first floor the woman, gave a quick look
up and down the corridors and landing there. Just checking, then she moved
off, knowing which way she was going. But suddenly she stopped as a clicking
sound, followed by a muffled voice caught her ears. She stopped next to a door
and was ready as it opened, a tall blond man came out, he was held a radio to
his ear and, "hello, hello, come in ... ... " He came out the room at some
pace as if he knew that there was something wrong. He walked out and straight
into, THUD! THUD! THUD! UUUWWWHHH!

Miss Elizabeth had acted instantly on seeing him. As he half stepped out the
room onto the upstairs landing, she grabbed him with one outstretched arm.
Gripped him with her strong grasp, so she could hold him there and then! Then
she drove her other arm, the free one, drove it into him. Moving so fast he'd
not see her come at him, and only realise what was happing once he felt that
first blow strike his body. Her powerful fist driving hard into him, into his
gut, his ribs, and then back to his gut again. Blows to drove the air
completely out of him and also there was this 'Cracking' sound, as she stuck
his ribs. So, that was surely going to hurt even more later, if he survived
this, that is!

The rapid strikes had caught him out, hurt him, broke a rib or two, as she
struck him, still holding him, she walked forwards. Walking the man back into
the room he'd just tried to step out of. His body jerked and shook as he was
pushed rearwards, taking those hard blows, trying to deal with this
overwhelming pain in his body and also the need to breath at the same time.
The room these two went back into was a plush looking room, a stylish office,
that was set out to work in and also to impress. To show off to 'business
colleagues' who called at the house, and the man whose office this was, in
fact the man whose house this was, was also there in the office too.

John Truman turned to see one of his men being pushed, hit and controlled by a
'woman', coming into his office. His office in his home, 'what the hell!' Miss
Elizbeth followed up her initial three strong hits, to this man she obviously
was now in control of, with three more rapid strikes. More strong blows that
hurt him and with no air left in him to knock out, all he could do was gasp,
in-between hits from the woman, gasp for breath and hope that she would stop!
She marched him backwards to the middle of the room and there she did stop,
but not for long.

Now she released her hold on him, moving her hand quickly up to grab onto the
back of his head. Then with an almost smile on her face she used her obvious
female strength to yanked his head downwards. Still unable to take in any air
and in quite some pain the man was too hurt and shocked to do anything to
resits her. So, he did nothing, could do nothing to prevent her from ... ... !
As his head came down, the rest of her body twisted as she dropped a shoulder
and then drove her other arm, her fist there. Drove it upwards and into his
head, face as she brought it down, SMASH!

It was a devastating blow, for him, the force of her strike smashing into his
face, sent blood and snot spurting out and also sent him flying backwards.
Tumbling rewards, off his feet, well it was a hit that had some good female
force behind it. As he went through the air he dropped, quite harshly down to
the floor of the office some way away from where a very satisfied tall, older
woman was standing. He fell to the floor, bounced one, jerked a bit and then
was still, lying there now quite still and so that meant there was another one
of the house security team that was accounted for. With that done it just left
the main man Mr John Truman who was left and as Miss Elizabeth turned towards
him, as he stood there at the far end of his office, she smiled.

Downstairs and Wendy having dealt with the man in the security room, it was
now time for her to move on to what was her main 'job' here tonight. Up those
main stairs she went to where she knew her 'guardian' Miss Elizbeth would
already be, the house owner's office. As she came to the door there the young
oriental girl could hear a familiar sound, the sound of someone being hit and
being hurt. At the door the girl looked in and saw a man on the floor, out
cold already, but nothing strange about that at all. Then turning her head to
look further down into the room there was her 'friend' the older, strong Miss
Elizabeth who was heading at speed to a man, who was obviously Truman. Who in
turn was traveling at a rapid rate towards the older woman, then they met,
collided heavily into each other, and with some force, THUD! WHACK!

Fists flying into each other, hard blows as these two met. The man, younger
than the woman, but to some still on the more mature side as he was in his
early 40's. But he was big and strong, just like the woman who'd burst into
his office and put down one of his top men, in a most imposing way, even he
had to be impressed with that. But even so he wasn't going to let anyone just
walk in here and take down his guard down like that. Plus, being the man, he
was and doing all that other quite illegally stuff that he did, he knew
someone would come, again, for him one day. Not that they hadn't already done
it before, and failed, which was why he now had all this added security. But
also, he was a fit man who was prepared for something like this.

So, when he saw the woman come into his office, even though it was a female
that 'they' had sent to get him, which was a bit of a surprise. Even though it
was a woman, he was still ready for all this. That's why he gone for her,
knowing he had to act fast, he had to go for her, get the first blows in and
take her down, as quickly and as violently as she'd taken down his man! But of
course, Miss Elizabeth, on seeing him, recognising him for the file she'd
read. She also knew he had to be taken down, quickly and as harshly as she
could!

So, they gone for each other, running into each other, his fist came around
and striking the side of her jaw, but she'd not moved, not filched or been
stopped. Her focus was on him so was her fist, straight into his face as it
came close to her. Anyone can take a strike to the jaw, well almost anyone!
But a strike to the face, when the nose is struck and with a fist coming
towards your eyes, you always blink, and then naturally shudder at a hit like
that. So, it was the woman who had the advantage after the first strikes went
in!

Hitting him squarely in the face had made him, even for a brief moment close
his eyes and shake. So, his shudder allowed her to followed up with her other
fist and quickly too. Ramming her fist into his side, getting him just under
his ribs and going upwards, making sure she got him good with that second
blow. Even though her jaw was throbbing, and if asked right now, she might,
just might begrudgingly admit that he'd got her with a good blow there. But
she wasn't going to show it or give him any pleasure in knowing that he,
maybe, might have slightly hurt her! But with that second blow of hers, John
Truman had shuddered even more, well after all Miss Elizabeth did have a very
good punch, when she needed to delivery one!

This gave the older woman another slight advantage over the man and of course
one she exploited quickly with a third blow that hammered into his torso and
then a fourth, plus a fifth. No matter who big and strong you are, a number of
good hard blows from this woman and you're in trouble, and John Truman was now
indeed in some trouble here. His body shook some more and before he was able
to stop Miss Elizabeth came in and grabbed hold of him. Her arms went around
him and then she squeezed him, a tight gripping bear hug, to squash and hurt
his upper body, which it did, as the loud cry of pain that he let out proved.
Then there was this 'POP! sound, and that must have hurt too!

This was followed by the woman showing more of her female strength by lifting
the man upwards, then as she did that, she twisted her body and tossed him
over and off to the side. Turning herself, taking him with her, then letting
him go and sending him flying as she tossed him over her hip, over herself.
Sending him down and sprawling over the floor of his own office, and with a
loud, thud!

At the doorway to the office the small, cute, oriental Wendy still stood there
looking on, and with a nice half smile across her lovely face. With the sound
of Truman being slammed into the floor a door opened at the far end of the
landing corridor and now stood there in that doorway was an attractive
brunette woman. A very good looking darkhaired late 20's female, who obvious
fit body was wrapped up in a short white silk gown. Wendy looked back to
inside the office where her friend Miss Elizabeth was still working and,
WHACK! UUWWHHH!

As the man was dropped harshly by her, she sent her leg swinging, so her foot
went flying into his jaw as he landed and his head bounced up. 'That's for
hitting me!' The blow sent and numbing, hazy pain through his head, at the
same time cutting him and sending blood spurting out his mouth. Then the older
woman reached down, grabbed onto Truman and now his dazed body was dragged
along behind her. She pulled, hauled him towards the balcony window doors
behind her, which as the evening was still hot and humid were already open,
which was just fine by her.

As she got closer to the open double windows and that balcony, Truman had
shook himself back into some kind of conscious thinking, and he didn't like
what was going through his mind right now. What he thought this woman was
going to do! Miss Elizbeth reached down with two hands and began to drag him
upwards. At this point Truman panicked, but, THUD! THUD! THUD! Three very
good, solid, well aimed and hard thrusting knees into his body soon put a stop
to any resistance he was going to give her.

With him unable to resist her Miss Elizabeth carried on, she picked the man
up, literally, she was that strong. Held him, carried him through the open
double window doors and out onto the balcony. At this point Truman was
desperately trying to get himself together, he tried to struggle but it was
too late. Too late for him as, ARRRRRHHHHHH! THUD!

Over he went, thrown over the balcony by Miss Elizbeth and down, head first,
as that's the way the woman had made sure he went, and down to his ... ... !
The older strong Milf looked over and down to the hard concrete patio below
and under the balcony. Which of course she knew was there. She looked at how
his body lay there, quite still and knowing a thing or two about how people
can accidently fall out of high places like this. She knew that Mr Truman
would not be needing an ambulance, after his terrible 'accident!'

As the man had been dragged over to the balcony Wendy was already in the room
and getting down to her work here. Straight to the painting behind Truman's
work desk, taking it down and revealing the safe behind there. Such an obvious
place for it, but that didn't matter as the file she'd read told her where it
was anyway. It was an old fashion safe, the kind one with the old kind of
locking dials and big handle. A throwback to a different age, but when Truman
had brought the house, it was already there and he liked its retro look so had
kept it. Wendy loosened her fingers and like some old-style safe cracker, for
a bygone black and white movie, she put her ear to the safe and went to work
... ... CLICK!

It didn't take long for the girl to get it open, she smiled as doing it the
old fashion way was kind of fun, easy, but still kind of fun. With the safe
now open Wendy looked inside, there was the laptop she was after, plus some
papers, a pile of cash and a large black bag. All these came out onto the desk
and the laptop was switched on as Wendy sat down to get to work. Miss
Elizabeth was now back from the balcony and stood by the desk. She flicked
through some of the papers, which would all be going to that certain 'someone'
who was behind all this. She opened the black bag and looked inside, there
were the diamonds that had been smuggled onto the island quite easy and the
ones that had been stolen from a very influential person. They would be
returned and again, all this was organised by a certain 'someone.'

The cash, well the agreement, as always, was anything else they found, after
the laptop, papers and diamonds was a bonus that the two women were allowed to
keep. 'So, Thank you very much for that!' The laptop came to life and Wendy
plugged her phone into it, ready to get that 'other information' a certain
'someone' was also after. At the same time that quite lovely looking brunette
woman, from outside in the corridor, had came into the room. She didn't look
surprise, confused or even frightened at all. Not even with seeing one of the
security men still laid out there in the office and after hearing the cries of
Truman as he had his little 'accident' out there on the balcony. She came up
to the desk and had a quick conversation with the old woman there, it was
almost as if the women already knew each other!

Well, to be truthful, Jane, the brunette did already know these two women
who'd broken into the house and caused all this havoc. Jane also 'worked' for
a certain 'someone' who managed to get the woman here on the island, then
after she'd manged to get noticed by Truman and got a job in his company here
on the island. Being the kind of woman she was, it didn't take long to get
'prompted' from the company office to his company administrator. Which meant
she spent a lot of time up here at the house. She manged to not give too much
away to him, but kept the man on tenterhooks, as he was very obviously
attracted to her and felt he'd possibly found the next Mrs Truman. Well, there
had been a few!

But all the time she was gather information on the man, on his official
business, of course and also on his 'other', not so official and illegal
business! Not that she had anything to do with that. Truman was keen to keep
everything separate, and she was far too new. lovely of course, but far too
new at working for her to be trusted with anything like that yet. But still
she managed, using some of her skills, to find out enough and pass it all onto
a certain 'someone.' Who then made their plans to move on Mr John Truman, and
so that plan was implement to deal with the man!

But also, while she was 'working' here the undercover Jane had also found out
something else. That the man, Truman had a really nice, sweet Son, Jacob. The
boy was young, sweet, kind of cute. But he also had an obvious dislike for
this Father as over the years things had been strained between the two of
them. Especially with no Mother around and a string of other step-Mothers and
women here, there and everywhere, none of whom had taken a liking or made a
connection to the man's Son.

The boy seemed to be a quite nice, a good honest lad, not like his Father.
Jacob was hard working at school, had manners and sense of right and wrong.
Even though he didn't know that much about his Father's other business
dealings he knew enough to not want anything to do with the man and his money.
But he was too young to make it on his own and somehow felt a prisoner of his
Father at times. But still the reposts that Jane sent back were a good
indication that the boy would make a much better business man, an honest one
should he 'inherit' his Father's legal business.

So, that 'someone' had arranged for Mr John Truman to have his accident and
then young Jacob Turman could take over the business. The legal business and
with a little assistance from a certain woman in the background, guiding the
boy, of course! That was the plan, that's why Miss Elizabeth and her ward,
Wendy where here on the island. Getting rid of the man was the strong, older
woman's part of all this, the gathering of certain information lie in Wendy's
skills with a computer. Of course, both women would have to rely on each other
to overcoming anything else, anyone else that also got in their way too.

Back in the office and having had a quick chat with Miss Elizabeth where the
older woman was brought up to date by the undercover woman. Jane pointed to
the door as if giving directions and then the older Milf left, as if there was
something else for her to do. So, that just left Wendy who was nearly done
here with the ex-business man's 'other' computer, and the brunette who moved
closer to the cute girl with the blue hair sat in that chair. There was
something abut cute, boys and girl that Jane just couldn't resist! She moved
in closer to the girl, very close so she could gently place her lips on the
girl's neck and kiss her. Wendy was still concentrating on the laptop screen,
her fingers tapping on the keypad as this woman's lips were softly playing
with here.

"I was so pleased to find out it was you coming here to deal with all of this,
now we can carry on from where we left off from that job in Europe!" The girl
still working, fingers tapping, half grinned. She remembered that job, it was
most ... ... 'stimulating!' Jane's tongue now moved up the young girl's neck,
she knew just how much Wendy liked her tongue!

Outside in the corridor and Miss Elizabeth was heading towards the door at the
end of the landing corridor, the one that Wendy had seen Jane come out of. It
was of course the room that was put aside for Jane, should she need to stay
over after working late here in the house! As she got closer to that door, as
if she was going to go inside. Suddenly to her side and coming down an
offshoot secondary smaller corridor where two men. The last two men that were
still, conscious, alive, on duty tonight and still able to do anything here in
the house.

Both were armed, arms extended, holding and pointing guns at the woman here.
The taller of the men, and the one in charge here, nodded to the second man to
make his way further along. He went around Miss Elizabeth, turned the corner
and now made his way down that landing corridor to the office. Moving quickly,
it just left the first security man and the older Milf there now. As the
second man got to and moved into the office, the first one turning his head to
look around the woman to check he got there alright, and then, SMACK!

The older woman was quick, moving as the man had taken his eyes off of her to
check his colleague had reached the office door OK. As his eyes had left her,
so she acted, having reached out with one hand and grabbed onto the gun that
was pointed at her. Then equally as fast, she yanking on it and the man
holding it, pulling both to her. All in one fast jerky movement and at the
same time her other open hand, went flying into the shocked face of this man
that was being dragged towards her.

Her hand smashing into his face, making him judder and blood pour from his now
broken nose. Then and very quickly again her hand holding onto that gun was
used to spin the man around, twirling him there in front of her so now his
back was to her. Stunned, hurt, confused he could do nothing and when this
tall, strong woman now came into him. Thrusting her firm body into his back,
throwing her arm around his neck, he was in real trouble. Miss Elizabeth
flexed her arms, took hold of his head as he tried to struggle with fear, with
her free arm. She had a good, firm, holding on the man, his head, his neck and
now she squeezed the life out of him!

Back in the office and the second security man was now inside, the first thing
he saw was his colleague there on the floor, and then noticed his boss, Mr
Truman, was missing! He looked over to the desk to see, 'What?' There was the
woman Jane, who he knew as she worked here too, but she was leant down and
kissing a young looking oriental girl with blue hair who was sat there behind
the desk. 'What the hell was going on here, and who was that girl?'

The man lowered his arm and the gun slightly, as he was now confused with what
he was seeing. But still he slowly made his way towards the desk. The 'couple'
there kissing, stopped, and now both turned to look at him. The girl stood up,
from and out of the chair, as he took another couple of steps closer, still
somewhat confused at what was going on here. Then his eyes moved up and caught
sight of the open safe behind the desk. Just at the moment and as he was now
just close enough Wendy jumped into action. Literally she jumped up and was
leaping, bounding over the desk, her hands going down on it as she swung her
legs around and then, THUD!

Straight into the man's chest, yes, he'd got far too close and was now paying
the price for that mistake. As the young girl's feet sent him flying, tumbling
backwards, he went all the way back and down, on his back there on the floor.
As he hit the floor the young girl was on him, again. She threw herself at the
man there, up she went and down she came. Her knee coming down into his chest
as his body jolted from that hard stunning blow and as his head shot up, she
grabbed onto it and twisted, sharply with both hands. Now the man was still,
very still with the girl kneeing on his chest, Jane came up to the girl and
looked down at her, 'God she was good!' The brunette grabbed onto her
'friends' blue hair, yanked it backwards and lent further in and kissed her.
Wendy did have this way of exciting Jane when they both worked together like
this!

Outside and in the landing corridor, Miss Elizabeth released her hold on her
man. Resulting in his limp body dropping done to the floor in a heap. Now that
was all the security men dealt with. A short while earlier and Jane had brough
the older woman up to date on how many men were on duty in the house tonight.
So, the Milf had been ready for these two and knew that her ward would easily
deal with the one who gone into the office. So, everything was done here, ...
... ! Well almost everything!

Miss Elizabeth now was free to go into that room, Jane's room here in the
house and as the woman had told her, 'There's something waiting in there for
you!' Indeed, there was 'something' waiting for her, it was the Truman boy,
Jacob, the one who although he didn't know it yet had just inherited his
Father's legal business now. Miss Elizabeth smiled as she entered the room and
saw the large bed there with the naked and well endowered boy lying on top of
it as he was tied to the bed.

Miss Elizabeth smiled even more now, 'Typical of Jane!' But the brunette also
knew that the tall Milf was keen on a good boy herself and Jacob was good, he
was very good. So, while Jane got back to being friendly with Wendy, Miss
Elizabeth could have some fun with the boy, after all Jane had already and so
nicely prepared him for her, hadn't she. As for Jacob, well it looked as if
things were about to get even more interesting for him!

When the brunette Jane had started to work for the boy's Father, when she
first started to come to the house to work there, as his Father's
administrator. The boy had 'noticed' her, as she looked 'Wow!' Well, what
wasn't there not to like, a fit, attractive woman who, the boy could still
remember that first time she looked at him smiled and winked! After that it
wasn't long before she brushed past him here and there, her hands, arms, body,
breasts, brushing against the boy as she 'moved' past or around him. There was
a of course, the looks, the smiles and then the kiss on his cheek, even a hug,
he liked that, her boobs felt so good pushing into him and ... ... When then
she grabbed him, dragged him into an empty room and kissed him, well the boy
knew then he was onto something all so good here!

Then followed a bit more, and a bit more. A hug turned into him playing with
her tits, a kiss ended in a snog, and there was more. More hugs were followed
by unzipping of his trousers and hands grabbing onto his, 'Oh My God!' That's
when Jane knew that this 'mission' of hers here was going to have such a fun
side! His boy cock, his impressive cock fitted well in her hands, both of them
and then in between her tits too. Plus of course a good boy cock like his was
such a mouthful for her to enjoy too. Jane also found all the best moments to
interrupt the boy, like when he was in the shower, she couldn't keep her hands
off his young wet body, all of his young body! And soon, he found out just how
kinky she could be in bed, or tied to it, like he was now!

So, as they'd had their session for this evening, after he'd sneaked into her
room and he'd had her, or was it she had him. After she'd smacked his arse
hard and he'd bucked just right for her. Just right enough so she'd smacked
him some more to get the same result! After another hot session, involving a
couple of lengths of ropes, some leather and a few other bits! After all that,
the brunette, his Father's administrator, who just loved to 'administrate' the
boy. After their session here, the woman had put her rob on and went to leave.

The boy looked disappointed, even sad as she was about to leave, which she
loved about him, but, "stay there darling, I've got a surprise for you ... ...
!' Then she left and after a short while, another, a new woman had walked into
the room, and, 'Wow!' Jacob eye's widened as Miss Elizabeth stood there in the
open bedroom door. She stood there for a second or two, almost as if showing
off, tempting the boy with just how good she looked, and she knew just how
good she'd look to a boy like him.

Jacob's eyes were fixed on this older woman, this much older woman, but this
hot, fit, gorgeous, sexy older Milf! She was tall, much taller than the boy
and that would prove to be fun in bed. Good looking with bright red lips and
longhair that was tied back in a ponytail and had this reddish tint to it.
Even though she had the mature looks, late 40's maybe, but even the boy had an
idea she could be older. So, she could be twice ... ... even, three times his
age! 'Oh My!' But that certainly wasn't a put off, in fact it was quite an
exciting turn on, and so was the way she was dressed.

There were black boots, up to her knees, which always look sexy on a Milf,
then a pair of blue coloured almost jodhpurs like leggings. Then up top was a
beige blouse, sleeves rolled up and the front of the blouse open with lots of
buttons undrown to show cleavage. Lots of that big round female flesh that she
had, plus a hint of blue bra. To the boy Jacob this all looked amazing, she
wasn't better looking than his new love Jane, you can't compare women in that
way. Jane was remarkable, but this woman Miss Elizabeth was just as
remarkable, in her own, Milf way.

Now the woman, the older Milf came his way and as she did so her hands were
unbuttoning the rest of those buttons on her blouse. By the time she reached
the bed, the one he was still tied to, the blouse was gone. She now mounted
the bed all bare top apart from her bra holding her large, firm, round fun
bags. As she climbed on the bed she was aware of his naked boy body showing
its 'appreciation' of just how wonderful he thought her Milf body looked! She
now reached out grabbed the boy and as she pulled him to her she thrusted her
full chest into his face 'OH God!'

This was going to be so, so fantastic, but even as she smoother him with her
tits, Miss Elizabeth didn't realise just yet how good this 'boy' was going to
perform for her. He was going to be one that went into her special book, the
one that she would revisit from time to time as they were that pleasing to
her!

In the office and the two women, Wendy and Jane were also getting to grips
with each other! Reliving that time in Europe on their last mission together,
and that was such a 'fun' assignment for both of them! Now and here in this
plush office it was time to play a 'game', boss and secretary, of course! It
was time for the 'boss' Wendy, as she'd finished all that hacking stuff and
sent the information onwards. Time for the 'boss' to have her secretary, to
rip her rob off, spank the 'secretary' over the desk and then run her tongue
all over her 'friends' body! In that special way that a girl can use her
tongue on anther girl! Then when that was all done, it would be Janes turn to
be the 'Boss!'

So, with Miss Elizbeth on top in the bedroom with the boy Jacob and with Wendy
pressing down on the desk and on Jane in the office, the next few hours went
by in a very pleasurable way, and then ... ... ! Then they spent another few
hours where Jacob had Miss Elizabeth, after 'escaping his ropes', and then
surprising the Milf by showing her what a good boy like him, can do to a Milf
like her! Plus, in the officer where Jane took control of her 'secretary',
Wendy, over that desk, taking firm control of the 'staff' as only a 'boss'
can!

So, with Mr Truman gone, his security team neutralised, there was all the time
in the world for the boy, the Milf, the girl and the brunette to ... ... to
enjoy!

It was the next day, well it was around midday and after all that fun had been
had there was still a few odd bits and pieces to take care off. The security
team had all been rounded up and placed in that car, along with Jeff who been
dragged out of the bushes he'd been dumped in. The car was driven to the port
where it was loaded into a waiting container ready to be sent to ... ... well,
sent somewhere where all the contents could be dealt with! Jane had reported
the 'accident' that had happened to Mr Truman to the police. Who seem quite
prepared for this, as if they had already been 'briefed' about it? Plus, a
well to do lawyer had also turned up at the house, just minutes after the
police had arrived. To sort out all the legal side allowing the young lad to
take over his Father's business, all the legal side that it. Everything else
was taken care of by 'someone else!'

So, it was midday and young Wendy was in Town Royal entering the company
office of the Greenwood's who owned the holiday villas. As she walked into the
office there was just Mrs Greenwood who was sat at the desk there. The radio
was on and was reporting the news of the local business man who'd been found
dead after falling from the balcony of his home here on the island. "Police
reports state that Mr Truman had been drinking, he was known to enjoy the
local island rum. It would seem that he had become somewhat disorientated,
gone out onto the balcony and then tripped or slipped over and fell down to
his ... ... ", CLICK!

Mrs Greenwood turned off the radio and had a slight grin on her face as she
watched the girl. The one with that unmistakable blue hair as she closed the
door behind her, locked it and walked over to the desk. Getting there Wendy
hopped up and sat on the desk next to where Mrs Greenwood was sat. "I hear
that Mr Truman, the man you were asking about the other day. I hear that his
young Son will be taking over the business. I also hear that he's a nice
looking boy too." Wendy smiled as she leant in close to Mrs Greenwood "I
didn't notice, I only really look at women!" Then the girl placed her lips on
those of the older woman, Wendy's kissed Mrs Greenwood. It was now time for
this cute oriental girl to start to enjoy her holiday here on the island,
maybe have a bit of a 'holiday romance!'

Up at the house and the police were nearly finished. Well, there was nothing
much else they could do, after all it had all been an accident. Mr Truman's
body had been removed and the lawyer had already got a few documents signed
and had left to get things moving so Jacob could take full control of the
buisness. That just left the boy and his new business administrator there in
the office alone. Jane stood up from sitting in the chair there, her hand
reached out grabbed the boy and forced him down over the desk, then, WHACK!
OOWWHHH! Her hand across his boy's arse, it felt good and as she smacked him
hard again, it felt even better to the lad!

She then leant down and her tongue ran along his neck up to his era, which she
roughly and playfully, bit, OOOUUUCCCHHH! Then she whispered into it, "If I
spank you hard, will you please fuck me just as hard?" the boy winced "only if
you spank me harder!" SMACK! This was going to be a very interesting business
model, as the boy, the 'boss' now had this very dominant and submissive
business administrator, to 'work with!' But Jane had more in store for her boy
later that day, as she'd already hired new 'security' for Jacob, the new
company boss. A blond and a black woman who were going to be the boys private
'body guards!' Plus, knowing the women she'd hired, knowing them well, Jane
knew her boy would have some close, very close and personal 'protection!' So,
she better order a bigger bed, to enjoy it in!

In villa 5 on the east of the island and Miss Elizabeth was relaxing after her
little job here on the island. She now had some spare time to let her hair
down, so to speak and have some fun! Out by the villa's pool and the woman was
dressed for the sun and to enjoy her 'holiday' here! Her fine, fit, shapely
and strong, mature, but so good, body was wrapped up in a white bikini and it
made the tall, older woman look quite amazing. Well not just quiet, she was so
fit, so strong, so Milf, so stunning, so amazing looking. She was out by the
pool, enjoying the good weather, enjoying a dip in the water and enjoy a visit
from the Pool Boy, or should that be 'Pool Boy's!'

Mrs Greenwood kind of knew that 'something' was needed in villa 5. She'd told
her oldest Son's, George and Daniel to go to the villa, a note on the roster
list said no one would be there today, so these lads felt safe going there.
But of course, Miss Elizabeth was there and when the two cocky youths turned
up, having already been on the receiving end of one good beating from her,
they now received their second. Two over confident lads were given another
going over, were put down by a much older, and hot female. But there was also
the much younger Brother, Lewis, the one who'd tuned up, as instructed by his
Mother a bit later. The cute boy who was now being taken there on the
sunlounger by the strong, toned, hot Milf. Well even Miss Elizabeth can have
her own bit of a 'holiday romance' once in a while, can't she ... ..!