The ocean sounded like the beautiful soft breaths of a sleeping woman as it awakened me that morning. My eyes and ears told me I was still in Hawaii. And the previous night was still a little hazy in parts but the ending I remember quite well. I turned slightly and could see my naked companions were still here, still asleep, and still beautiful.
One was a redhead named Ashlee, and the other a blonde named Jessica.
They had a last name in common, Simpson.
How they got here was quite a story, I probably should back up and tell it all from the beginning. Perhaps it'll make more sense.
The previous morning I'd awakened alone. Kim and I had gone back to her place for dinner, she had a family commitment that she was nice enough to invite me to. Waking up here alone didn't make me feel used; her devotion to her family was something that didn't make the gossip rags. And it was something I fully respected. I was still getting acclimated to this lifestyle that was suddenly mine, if only for a week. I sat out on the deck and watching the ocean, unable (or unwilling) to move, the endless waves gave me a sense of tranquility I'd never experienced. It was my cell's ringing that brought me back to reality.
"Aloha, pal!" it was Chuck calling from LA. "Great place, huh?"
"You said it, man." I said lazily.
He laughed on the other end.
"Well, it gets a little better, remember Marty O'Bryan?" he said.
"Um, yeah, wasn't he the guy who produced Tigress' albums?" I replied.
"And he also developed the Soundscape software." Chuck continued.
"No kidding, He did that?" I said, surprised.
"You bet, look up the beach, do you see a huge house down there?"
"Yeah, I see it." I said looking at an enormous stone and wood home about a mile down the beach.
"That's his place." Chuck said.
"Whoa!" I was stunned.
"Yeah, whoa is right." Chuck said. "Anyway, go down there tonight, Marty heard you were in town, he'd like to see you."
"Me?" I said, still stunned.
"Right. Head over there tonight, a guy like him is someone you should know. You'll have fun." Chuck said.
"Well, uh, okay I'll be there." I said hesitantly.
"Aloha, pal." And he hung up.
Marty O'Bryan was indeed the producer of Tigress' albums and a recording company software mogul. He'd developed the Soundscape system that became the industry standard for recording. He luckily patented the technology before someone like Microsoft could steal it from him. He now received a generous lifetime royalty from them and built an enormous Hawaiian estate that was the envy of every other millionaire worldwide. And this place seemed like an endless party. Marty and I had met a few times when we worked with Tigress, but I never got to know him that well. As evening came, I walked up the beach, unsure what I'd find when I reached this Hawaiian version of Citizen Kane's "Xanadu" house. As I approached the home, I could hear music blasting and heard Marty's voice from the second floor balcony.
"Hey! Jimbo! You made it!" he called.
"Well, I couldn't turn down an invitation from the king of the islands." I said.
Marty laughed and showed me inside.
His house was a palace inside, and he had many guests roaming in and out, and many bikini-clad beauties.
