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Kit's Story Part 11 A Second Fling and then Monogamy (for a while).
Well the second fling was everything I could have wished for. I lost count of how many orgasms I had, and Palmer. I knew that I was asking for trouble because it just made Palmer more infatuated with me. Yes he called it love but I was sure it wasn't. I increased the number of pilots and started giving leave on the same schedule as the other Emirates pilots. That proved a good move because Palmer found another gay pilot and they had a joint apartment. I tried to schedule their leave together. Not difficult while the new boy was a co-pilot.
Our expansion continued with the addition of a 101. Now we were into serious flying machines. This one was a monster. More like an airliner than a helicopter. I was delighted to be flying it. I made Palmer Chief Pilot on the 139 fleet. We added two more utility 135s and I made Brian the chief pilot on all the 135s. My role then was more admin than anything else because the 101 was generally low usage. I was now over 40 and was content with my life. Mahiti and I occasionally talked about retiring but both of us enjoyed our jobs so much that it was never a serious discussion. Our serious ones concerned our investments. Mohammed had invested our money quite heavily in property and high tech stocks, and Salem still managed a large chunk from my time in Thailand, both of which had done amazingly well. We owned outright a beautiful mansion in the Sussex countryside, rented to a diplomat's family and returning 15% on our original investment because of the increase in property prices. Other property was mainly offices in London also a great investment.
Our cosy world disintegrated in quick time after Mohammed was killed in a terrorist bombing in Libya. Fortunately for me it was a trip that he had gone solo so Mahiti was still in the kingdom with me.
Mohammed's heir was a nephew who decided to become more hands on in the helicopter company. He started making decisions that I found bizarre and started, very quickly to affect the bottom line. He brought in a friend, also an Arab who he wanted me to check out on the 101. When I saw his log book I nearly died. The boy had the bare minimum hours for a commercial licence. I wouldn't have employed him as a co-pilot on the 135 never mind a captain on the 101. He did 10 hours with me before the boss, Abdul, told me to roster him in command and I was to remain on the ground as flight operations director, a big demotion for me. Hours on the 101 fell away to almost zero because clients were uncomfortable with the pilot. I tried putting senior first officers in with him but it didn't work.
Mahiti was a casualty of the new regime as well, he didn't want someone close to him pointing out all of his stupid decisions. The severance pay was insulting so I decided we needed to go. I wasn't surprised that Abdul accepted my resignation with immediate effect and did the same thing to me, minimum severance despite the fact that I had built the company from nothing to a major aviation unit.
England and a hunt for a temporary home while we decided what to do. We took a rental not far from Salem's apartment and socialised with him quite a lot. He broached the subject of Mahiti coming to work for him again. So he did. The job was so similar to what he had been doing that he was very soon Salem's P.A. and revelling in it. Our mansion in Sussex became vacant so we moved in and Mahiti commuted while I spent my time having a complete makeover done on the house and grounds. It was actually quite hard work and cost us more than I meant to spend on it. Salem assured me that the remains of our investments were still very healthy, and now Mahiti was adding to them again. Nearly a year of no job and I started to get bored. I didn't know what I wanted to do, only that I wouldn't work away from home very much, Mahiti was still my life.
Through Salem I got a message that Abdul would like to talk to me. I think I went into shock. We had never liked each other, he had been mean with our severance packages so he must know I wouldn't be happy having anything to do with him. I called him anyway. Would I please go out to the kingdom for a face to face with him? He would have a first class return ticket waiting for me and a limo would meet me at Dubai and take me to the kingdom. With a lot of persuading I went while Mahiti was away with Salem.
I was taken directly to the helicopter base. I was in shock, even before I entered the offices. All of the helicopters were on the pads looking very tired and dirty. The offices looked amazing, very plush, much more so than when I was there. They were all at the standard of the client's lounge and must have cost a fortune. In to what had been my office and Abdul was sat at my desk, only now it was a very grandiose affair that had probably cost more than a year of my old salary. He didn't start with any small talk so his manners hadn't improved.
"I would like you to come back as Managing Director and straighten out the company. Your replacement was insufficiently qualified to be chief pilot and I had more important things to handle."
"Thanks Abdul, but no thanks."
"I will offer you a golden handshake of ? ? million, and double your last salary to take the job." He was definitely desperate and I was curious as to how bad it was.
"I will accept a consultancy fee of the ? ? million to tell you what is needed. If you agree to that expense I will put the company back on a sound footing with appropriately qualified people, but I won't take a permanent position here"
He agreed, my cheque cleared and I went to work. I got hold of the chief engineer first.
"I want every one of these machines looking like it has just rolled out of the factory. I'll give you to the end of the week, or accept your resignation. I also want a list of all defects and what spares you need to rectify them."
"I can't get spares, Kit, which is why I haven't wasted time keeping the machines ready"
"What do you mean, you can't get spares?"
"Abdul hasn't paid Westland's for the last lot so they won't supply us with any more."
"Send the order, ask them to price it, add in what we already owe them and get bank transfer details. We'll send the money immediately."
I told Abdul to be ready to transfer the money. Next was the pilots. I hadn't seen any so I asked Abdul to get them all in the office the next day. I was shocked. Brian was the only one of my original compliment left. The remainder were mostly Pakistani ex air force pilots. Checking log books I thought about half were sufficiently qualified, but none of them had the education or ability to handle the class of client we had catered for. Their salaries mirrored their ability really, they were pathetic. I had a private session with Brian and found out that most of the others had remained in the emirates flying on temporary contracts for Aerogulf Services in Dubai or Abu Dhabi Aviation in Abu Dhabi. He was the only captain left qualified on the 101.
"It doesn't matter, Kit, it hasn't flown for months, no spares to get it airworthy."
I sat down with Abdul and told him what I wanted to do.
"I'll take a permanent consultancy position for the same money as my last salary because I only intend being here part time, as required. I want Brian to move in as Fleet Chief Pilot and Deputy Managing Director. You need to start thinking about an MD when I have the company built back up. Where I can I want to recruit pilots that were like the ones that were here before, hopefully many of them the same people. The offices need to be working offices again Abdul to reflect the professionalism of the place. All of this fancy furniture gives completely the wrong impression both for staff and visitors."
He was squirming by the time I finished and I went to one of the hangar offices after telling him how I wanted my office to look before I would move back in. I was being a bastard because I was pissed off that he had virtually destroyed the work of years that I had been so proud of.
The hunt for pilots was more successful than I expected because they were all willing to work for me again, but they wanted tighter contracts so that Abdul couldn't screw them this time. I was delighted to get Palmer back. Still sex on legs for me, and I thought I might ask Mahiti for permission to make love to him again.
Within a week we had our spares. I sacked the pilots I didn't want, demoted all of the remainder to first officers, but on the same pathetic salaries as they were on already. Simple brief to all of them.
"You all have the necessary qualifications for command. What you don't have is the social graces for our clients. You are all going to have six months to develop that before I start promoting some of you back to commands. If you haven't impressed me in that time, you'll join your colleagues going home."
Brian would be senior captain on the 101, Palmer I made chief pilot on the 139 and dual qualified on the 101 and 135. The others I slotted back in in their old positions, but all with captaincies. We kept the Emirates check captains busy for a couple of weeks getting everybody requalified on types.
Then we hit the ground running with a massive advertising push. All of our old clients we contacted personally to let them know we were back in business with the same standards as before. Every paper in the Emirates and the main daily in other states that we had flown to carried an ad and we were in business.
I watched it all happening for a month and then told Abdul I was going home for a month. Brian could contact me any time and I would be back in a month. If everything was running smoothly I would terminate my contact, or stay to fine tune everything, and then leave. No problem and that night I was curled up with Mahiti. I had, of course, talked to him every day, and we had even had video and phone sex a couple of times while I was away. What a hoot at our age.
When I came back for my month, I flew co-pilot on a 101 trip and on several 139 and 135 trips. Everything looked good. Brian was doing better than I would have done. His officer training in our Royal Navy had given him terrific man management skills and with Palmer as his deputy it was a no brainer. Abdul was counting his money having realised that if you paid peanuts you got monkeys and the salaries he was paying now were totally justified. The machines looked immaculate, the pads they had to land on were pristine. Uniforms worn by the pilots mirrored the efficiency of the operation and my chats with some of the clients confirmed we were back on track.
"You don't need me anymore, Abdul, terminate my contract, pay me the balance and I'll leave Brian to run things. If he is good, which I think he is you might do worse than to jump his pay a little and make him General Manager and Chief Pilot combined."
Then I was gone. Handshakes all round and a laughing comment from Palmer.
"You should have checked me out in bed as well."
I should have done, I would have liked to, but I hadn't asked Mahiti and I wouldn't without his permission.
That job made my name for me as an aviation consultant and I made a good living for the remainder of my working life doing that. I was away from Mahiti intermittently for short spells, but nothing to hurt us, the same with him working for Salem. We eventually retired completely on my 50th. Birthday. The Sussex house became our main home, but we travelled quite extensively, frequently to Thailand where Mahiti's parents were still alive, and to Pattya where we still had so many friends.
I look back on my life and realise that the biggest slice of good luck I ever had was securing the job in Pattya working for Naret and his brother-in-law, Adisak. When they died it was just our younger friends that kept us returning. Am and Chou had taken over the Western Bar, buying it from Adisak's heirs. It had toned down its sex acts in the face of tighter government legislation but the new cabarets were stunning with just as many beautiful boys but now in amazing body suits doing very artful dancing. Despite our ever advancing age we were still propositioned by the boys. Even Am and Chou said they would love to replicate some of our old routines with them. That, of course just got loads of laughter and a few frowns from Mahiti before he too saw how unrealistic that was.
The End
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