CHAPTER 1

 

Brady Flynn walked through the airport doors and looked around for his personal greeter. At first glance he looked no different to the thousands of other business people and holiday makers coming and going from London Luton. If the observer gave a second glance he might pick up on how solidly built Brady was. He might also notice his expression - always alert, always aware of everything going on around him. It was an image that people, men and women, either admired or ran a mile from. He was in an especially good mood today, hardly able to keep a smile off his face, so he blended in more than usual.

It only took him a minute to spot his contact, Janice; a very attractive woman in her thirties, dressed in an airline uniform that did very little to display her curves. She tended to compensate for the dowdiness of her clothing by applying a little too much makeup. Brady figured the drab uniform was a deliberate company policy to avoid privileged customers from hitting on her and her colleagues. Men who travelled in private jets often had a huge sense of entitlement and did not take rejection well. He, however, always treated women of her position with extra politeness. In one way he felt he was making amends for his fellow males but in another way it was a test of his own self-control; he was proving to himself that he could compartmentalize his life; that, no matter how attractive a woman was, he would never make the mistake of showing his hand, his 'other side', to someone he was not one hundred per cent certain would understand it.

Over the last few years he had enjoyed several hours of Janice's company and found her to be a very nice woman with the full set of goals expected in a single woman of her age. There was no question she had flirted with him at the beginning but with every mention of her mortgage, her big extended family and her desire to have children Brady became less and less interested. His particular desires lay somewhere at the opposite end of the male/female spectrum. These days their time together was totally professional. That, of course, did not stop him fantasising about what they could achieve together under his guidance. As she approached him with a big grin he pushed the images out of his mind.

"Ah, Mister Flynn, how nice to see you again." They shook hands and she immediately led him away from the other travellers and into the secure area of the airport. His small bag was scanned and he showed his passport. After that he was in the world of privilege that is only available to very wealthy people. He never gave the slightest hint that all of this luxury was miles out of his league; that he was only able to enjoy it because one of his friends was ridiculously rich and liked to have him around to provide services that were not available from anyone else.

Janice called for a car that took them to one of the larger private jets at the far end of the airport. They boarded immediately and within minutes she had him seated and comfortably strapped in. As soon as she took her own seat the plane started moving. When it levelled off she returned with a food and drinks trolley. As she poured his drink she commented that he looked particularly happy about something. The smile that he had been holding back since morning broke out. The intensity of it almost caused her to take a step back.

"I am absolutely certain that this trip will be memorable. In fact I'd go so far as to say it might be best of my life so far and could even open up a whole new world to me." She was bursting to discover more but she was professional enough to know it was not her place to probe into the clients lives. Brady could read the curiosity in her face. He lied to close the subject, "Sorry, Janice, I got a bit over-excited there. I have never been to the Middle East before and I've been reading about all the history and stuff." She told him she had been there several times and he would not be disappointed. When she returned to her small galley in the far corner of the plane she made a mental note that her theory about the opposite sex was once again proven to be true; men are nothing more than big boys.

As Brady watched her go about her chores he allowed himself to imagine the two of them alone together. He wondered about the body under the shapeless skirt and blouse. He had spotted her reaction to his comments about the trip and the judgement in her expression. It brought another big smile. He imagined her out drinking with her best friend when she got back and telling her how some guy she met at work had all this money but he was really just a big child; all excited about a trip somewhere. As her friend ordered a second bottle of wine she would make one of those dismissive comments that women make about men, maybe 'Guys are so easily pleased'. His smile broadened as he imagined whispering in her ear at that moment what actually pleased him and what the trip was really about. 'I bet I could tell her just enough to ensure she wouldn't be able to stand up for five minutes. Maybe I could offer to demonstrate on her and her drinking companion?' An image flashed into his mind; she was naked and hanging by her fingers from a gymnasium high bar. She had a look of fear on her face that she might fall and the effort to hold on was drawing up her breasts at the same time that gravity was pulling her lower half into a fabulous set of curves - all the way from her belly right to her calves. He was standing behind her and his face was level with her taut ass. She was too scared to let go so he had a chance to caress her cheeks and probe between her thighs. Suddenly Brady snapped back into the room. He forced the wonderful images out of his mind because he knew that if he did not he would soon be sporting an erection in this confined space with nowhere to hide.

When Janice moved towards him to clear away the glass and tray he was day dreaming out the window. A new image was forming in his twisted brain; this time Janice's buddy was on the bar beside her and he had both of them available to him; two wonderful backsides beside each other and completely at his mercy. Janice spotted the look of sheer bliss on his face before he realised she was so close.

"God, you really are looking forward to this trip. I've never seen you so contented." He made some comment about history being so great. She moved back to her corner. He gave himself a pep talk; 'You are only hours away from an experience that, up to recently, was nothing more than a remote fantasy. Now is not the time to be behaving like a teenager. Snap out of it.'

This trip was the culmination of a whole pile of lucky breaks combined with his own instinct to make the most of them so, to make the most of the moment, he pushed all images of Janice and her friend out of his mind and focused on the incredible opportunity waiting for him in the hot, sandy world that was only a few hours away.

For the final section of the journey Janice chatted about her life, especially her new boyfriend and how she believed he would soon propose to her. Brady smiled in all the correct places and wished her the best of luck.

As soon as the plane stopped moving the doors were pulled open and Janice led Brady through the formalities of customs and immigration. A luxury car was waiting for him at a private entrance. Janice shook his hand and told him she hoped his trip would be as good as he was expecting. He told her he was in no doubt whatsoever that it would be. In her wildest dreams she would never imagine what his plans involved and how different they were from the typical tourist activities she was thinking about.

The drive took about half an hour. The last ten minutes was through sandy scrubland before a sudden burst of green when they turned into a huge driveway. At the top of the drive was a cluster of large buildings that reeked of money. The driver pulled up outside the second largest structure and opened the door for Brady. He then handed him a letter and pointed to the sender's name by way of an explanation. Brady smiled his appreciation and the driver was gone in seconds. Brady shaded his eyes from the sun as he studied the building. It was exactly as he had imagined.

He opened the letter, read it and shoved it into his pocket. Everything was now in place for three days of activities that would lift his life to new heights - and would plunge others into their own personal hell. As he picked up his case he pondered how so many factors had come together to get him to this place.