Stealing Asia (16 page)

‘Not quite,
darling, but I give you full marks for trying. If anything, I actually feel
even more gay now that I have experienced...lesbianism.’

We both burst
into laughter. Who would have thought that the senator could be such a good
judge of character when it came to hiring his staff? I liked Andrew and if he
had been straight, I may have been tempted to invite him to join me on the
flight. If anything, he had earned his freedom. It saddened me to think that he
would have to return to waiting on the every whim of the senator.

I was headed to
Kuala Lumpur. The name had a nice ring to it and the city had been featured at
the end of the movie
Entrapment
with Sean Connery and Catherine Zeta.
Most importantly, it was a place that I hoped the senator would never think to
look for me.

Anyway, you
probably want to know how I got Andrew on my side. It was simple really. Deep
down everyone is a little bi-curious; even gays. With the eyes closed, does it
really matter if it is a man or a woman sucking on your cock? A bit of
inventive finger work helped to seal the deal. Andrew more than repaid me. As
well as the flight, he also got me a new set of ID’s. I kept my mother’s name.
Cole was common enough not to draw attention to its self and I quite liked the
sound of Asia. It had a mysterious, romantic quality to it.

Following the
flight, I chilled in Malaysia for a few days. The change of scenery was a
blessing at first, but I soon started to become bored. I was wary of strangers
and knew that I needed to keep a low profile. A girl still needs her fun
though, so I booked a flight to Thailand for the full moon party.

A couple of
nights before I was due to board my plane I met Ben. He was not what I would
consider my usual type in that he was actually a genuinely nice guy. I first
noticed him eyeing me up in the bar, but I could also tell that he was too
terrified to hit on me. I did manage to get him to follow me out of the bar, which
was something. I was looking forward to seeing how he would go about
approaching me. In the end he did not need to. He saved my life. I knew then
that he was the one.

Chapter 2

As soon as they
forced me to separate from Ben, I realised we were in trouble. Up until then I
had not suspected a thing. I knew those guys could be arseholes; Barrett in
particular, but I never thought they could be capable of something like this.
The two British girls were in a state of shock and did not know what to think.
They kept telling me to trust the guys and that everything would turn out to be
nothing more than a misunderstanding. I understood it perfectly.

‘Take me back to
the island, right now,’ I demanded of the nearest deck hand.

‘Asia, please,’
pleaded Izzie. ‘They are only trying to protect us. We should do as they say.’

‘I want to go
back to the island,’ I told her. ‘I should never have let these thugs take me
away from Ben.’

If they would
not take me back, then I decided I would have to sail the dinghy myself. I
attempted to untie the ropes attaching us to the boat, but was roughly grabbed
and bundled back onto the deck. I struggled to free myself from their
restrictive embrace and in return I was manhandled into what could only be
described as a prison cell. If these people did not already know my identity,
it would only be a matter of time. I needed to get off the boat quickly.

They left me
alone in the cell for a couple of hours. I figured they were waiting for Clay
and Barrett to arrive, but they could also have just been trying to scare me.
When the door finally opened, I hoped I would see either Ben or Esteban. It was
neither. The fact that Clay was back onboard suggested there would not be a
rescue party for some time.

‘I trust my crew
have made you feel comfortable,’ he said. ‘It is not often that we are host to
such an esteemed guest.’

‘I don’t know
what you mean,’ I told him.

‘I think you do.
That South American scumbag has quite a keen interest in you. From the evidence
we found, he has been spying on you for weeks. You are going to tell us why.’

He spoke of
Esteban in the present tense. This was a positive sign, as it implied that not
only was he alive, but maybe that he had evaded capture. If he had gotten away
then there was a good chance that Ben had too.

‘Maybe he likes
redheads,’ I said.

He moved closer;
too close. I took a step back until I was up against the wall of the cell. I
glanced over his shoulder to try and gauge if it was worth making a run for it.
It wasn’t. Even if I managed to make it off the boat, what was I going to do;
swim back to shore? The only realistic option I had was to reason with him and
try to buy enough time until help arrived.

‘I only want to
help you,’ he lied. ‘Whatever trouble you are in, we will be able to help.’

‘Drop the cover
story,’ I told him. ‘I know you are not with the CIA. I’ve met many agents in
my time and although you have the arrogance, you certainly lack the smarts. If
you want me to co-operate, you can at least tell me who you are working for.
You owe me that.’

‘I owe you
nothing,’ he replied. ‘And I anticipated that you might take this stance.
Perhaps your boyfriend will be more forthcoming.’

‘Ben is here?’ I
was unable to disguise the concern in my voice and I could tell that this
pleased him. ‘Is he okay?’

‘For the time
being, which is more than can be said for Barrett. Right now, we do not know if
he is dead or alive. Your admirer stabbed him in the back.’

Ben had proven
that he was willing to fight for me, but I could not imagine that he would
knife someone; especially in the back. That had to have been Esteban. I already
owed him for catching me when I fell from my quad bike and if he was alive, I
knew that he would save me again.

I was left alone
for the remainder of the night, but I barely slept. Clay returned shortly after
dawn. His mood was more upbeat. This concerned me greatly.

‘Before you
ask,’ he began, ‘no we haven’t hurt your precious Ben. He had an attitude to
begin with, but he eventually saw the light and was forthcoming with answers to
my questions. I get the impression that guns make him uneasy. How about you?’

‘I agree. Guns
do make him uneasy.’

He smirked. Not
from arrogance this time, but pleasure. I was turning him on.

‘Are you
flirting with me?’ he asked; somewhat optimistically.

Not yet I
wasn’t, but it was good to know that he was receptive to my feminine wiles.
When the moment was right, I did not think that it would be too difficult to
manipulate him. The more cocksure a man is; the more sure you can be that he
puts his cock before his head.

‘Don’t you
already have a girlfriend?’ I asked.

The question was
sufficient to dent his fragile façade. He muttered a negative response before
leaving abruptly. I was not disturbed again until a guard brought my breakfast
a little later in the morning. Like everyone I had thus far seen on the boat
apart from the two men in charge, he was Asian.

I wondered how
long he had been at sea. How long since he had been with a woman. It was
unlikely that these guards were allowed to mess with the prisoners. As he put
the cereal bowl on the table, I caught him eyeing me up.

‘Why don’t you
stay with me for a while,’ I said. ‘It gets very lonely here by myself.’

I sat down and unbuttoned
the top two buttons of my blouse, teasing him with the merest suggestion of
cleavage. My boobs are not massive, but for this part of the world they were
well above average size. I was confident they would be better than anything he
had seen before.

He appeared
confused and I did not know whether it was because he had not understood me or
because he knew that whatever was to potentially happen next would land him in
serious trouble.

‘It’s okay,’ I
said. ‘I will not bite, at least, not unless you want me to.’

I scooped up
some bran and let the milk seep onto my spoon. As I brought it to my mouth, I
let the fluid dribble down my chin and onto my chest.

‘I can be so
clumsy sometimes,’ I said, rubbing the liquid over my skin with my free hand.

Subtlety was not
something I had ever needed when it came to men. Unfortunately, this time I
seemed to have overdone it. He nervously made a move for the door.

‘Wait,’ I
called, careful that my words would not leave the confines of the cell. ‘Please
stay. I will not tell anybody. It will be our secret.’

He poked his
head out into the corridor and had a quick glance either side before coming
back into the cell. He then pushed back the door, leaving it slightly ajar. Any
approaching footsteps could still be clearly heard, but if he was caught with
me behind a closed door questions would be asked. I slid off my chair and onto
my knees. I then made my way to him making sure that I kept eye contact the
whole time. I fumbled about with his belt buckle whilst keeping my gaze focused
firmly on his. You should always maintain eye contact when giving a blow job.

I could see that
he was nervous. Sweat dripped from his brow, but he was powerless to resist as
I slowly loosened his gun belt and removed it from his waist. Thankfully, I
managed to get the gun in my hands without having to go near his cock. A girl
has to have clearly defined boundaries. As I rose to my feet, I kept the weapon
targeted squarely at his chest. I had never pulled a trigger before, but at
this distance it was impossible to miss. The only problem I now faced was how
to stop him from raising the alarm once I left the cell. I took a step back to
bring me closer to the table. I reached down and picked up the cereal bowl with
my left hand and tossed the contents onto the floor. I then threw it to him and
he caught it with both hands.

‘Knock yourself
out,’ I ordered.

‘Wha?’ he
protested.

‘Knock yourself
out,’ I repeated.

This time I did
a simple mime for him. When he did not do as told, I waved the gun a little. He
quickly responded by ramming the bottom of the bowl into his forehead. The
resulting blow appeared painful, but he remained conscious.

‘Again,’ I
ordered.

As the bowl
connected with his skull a second time it cracked in two, splitting evenly down
the centre. He looked back at me almost apologetically. I have to admit that I
felt bad for the poor guy. I have seen men demean themselves in my time, but
this was a new low.

Before I had
time to come up with another plan, his body stiffened and his eyes rolled back
into his head as he fell limply to the floor. Clay was now standing before me
and he had a pistol in his hand. He held it by the barrel with the handle
facing outwards.

‘Did you really
think that would work?’ he asked. ‘I mean, seriously, asking a man to knock
himself out with a cereal bowl.’

I blushed as I
took a moment to go over the plan retrospectively in my head.

‘The next time I
need to get a man out of my way, I will just shoot him,’ I said, hoping to
regain a bit of kudos.

He saw through
my bluff immediately. I never was a particularly good actress. Before I could
take in what was happening, I found myself passing the gun to Clay, whilst two
more armed guards pointed machine guns at my tits. I guess the barrel just
follows their eye line.

As the
unconscious soldier was carried out of the cell and dragged away down the
corridor, I felt a brief pang of guilt. The poor bastard was likely to meet
with his fate long before me. Unlike me, he had no bargaining power.

‘You’ve had your
little fun, now it’s time to talk figures,’ said Clay. ‘I want to know how much
you are worth. What is the going rate for a rich bitch like you?’

‘Are you asking
me to set my own ransom? Isn’t that your job? What kind of kidnapper are you?’

His presence
visibly shrunk.

‘Are you
actually in charge or should I be speaking to your boyfriend?’ I asked.

‘You better
watch your mouth,’ he snapped. ‘I’ve been running girls through this continent
for some time now and I have dealt with smarter than you. Now that I know your
daddy is such a big shot, I am thinking that I should raise my price a little.
I may even be able to start a bidding war as that South American mercenary
proved there is more than one interested party.’

If he thought
the senator would pay even a dollar for me, he was mistaken. In fact, I could
not think of anyone who valued me less than the man who had raised me.

‘I would not
build your hopes up,’ I told him. ‘I’m valued a lot less than you think and you
are only going to make yourself a liability. My father does not like
publicity.’

He sniggered
loudly.

‘You have to be
kidding me,’ he replied. ‘Your father’s one of the biggest media whores there
is. Hell, I would not be surprised if he released a song about the whole ordeal
just to milk the public’s sympathy as well as their purse strings. He could
potentially make more money out of this whole affair than me.’

At first I was
confused, but then it hit me. Ben really had talked last night and I absolutely
loved him for it. Clay actually believed that I was just some Hollywood rich
kid. Manipulating this idiot was going to be even easier than I had thought.

‘You should ask
for at least seven figures,’ I told him. ‘Dad made over thirty million dollars
last year from touring alone.’

His face lit up.
The fool was already writing cheques in his mind. This was the happiest I had
ever made a man without taking my clothes off.

I told him that
I was only prepared to co-operate provided that he did not harm Ben or the
girls. Despite knowing that there would never be any money paid to secure my
release, it was important that I did everything I could to buy time whilst I
waited for Esteban to bring help. The more concessions that I asked for, the
more believable was my ruse. By the time Clay left, my bargaining position had
improved considerably.

***

Barrett made a
full recovery and was back on his feet by my second day on the boat. This was a
real pity as Clay would never be as susceptible to my wiles with his buddy
still around. I needed to keep both on side in order to delay them from making
the call to my “father” for as long as possible.

‘This doesn’t
seem right,’ said Barrett. ‘We already have a good offer on the table; why risk
it? If we start an unnecessary auction we could draw attention to ourselves. If
that happens, she’ll be worth even less than those other whores waiting in the
cargo hold.’

I am sitting
right in front of you.

‘We shouldn’t
rush this,’ replied Clay. ‘If we play it right, we can make enough to retire
on. I agree with the girl: we should deal with her old man directly.’

‘You agree with
her?
’
asked Barrett, disbelief showing in his voice. ‘Since when did we let the
merchandise have a say in how we run things?’

Now I am
merchandise. Esteban did not plant his blade deep enough.

‘Her old man
thinks she is on holiday,’ replied Clay. ‘He doesn’t even know she is missing.
When he does not hear from her for a while, he will start to get nervous. That
is when we should make our move.’

I nodded almost
subconsciously. Barrett picked up on my movement in the corner of his eye and
slammed his fist against the wall in anger. He winced as the force of the blow
reverberated up his arm and across to his back wound. I tried hard not to laugh
at him. He really was a complete tool. Clay stood up to try and calm his friend
down, but the larger man was having none of it.

‘Are you fucking
this bitch?’ asked Barrett.

‘This isn’t the
time,’ replied Clay.

‘Just answer the
question. Are you fucking this bitch?’

Right now I
am fucking the pair of you and loving it.

‘No, I am not
fucking her,’ said Clay.