I'm Jason Keith. I graduated from the Yale School of Medicine six weeks ago. As a graduation present the executor of my trust fund arranged form me to take a month's vacation in England.
If you think going to med school can change a guy's life wait until you read about what happened to me on that trip.
To start with I guess I'd better tell you a little something about myself. I was orphaned when I was sixteen. My folks were killed in a plane crash that I'm sure you heard about.
My two sisters, both older than I, were in college at the time. And, since we had no other close relatives it was decided that I should be sent to a fancy east coast boarding school for raising and educating. I've really never had a home since.
My life was damned depressing for the first few years after the folks died. In fact that's why I decided to go into medicine and, now, into training to become a child psychiatrist.
Though I'm basically a shy person the fact that I'm a good athlete helped me break the ice with schoolmates. Being tall, over six feet, and agile got me onto the varsity basketball and baseball squads in prep school and as an undergrad at Yale.
I'm twenty-three years old and have all of my teeth and most of the unruly brown hair I started with. I have to wear glasses for reading but otherwise I'm still in good enough shape to run the court or the bases should anyone suddenly need a player.
I guess that's more than enough about me. What I want to tell you about is my strange adventure in England.
The trip was arranged by the very conservative guardians of my trust fund. Consequently, I flew on an airline that had a strong anti-terrorist program.
They arranged for me to fly first class and it was quite luxurious. My seat mate was a big burly fellow named Ari. He didn't talk much but he was responsible for my meeting Leah Jurgens.
Leah was the senior flight attendant. A little girl, dark hair and a cute figure covered but not hidden by her uniform. It was during the in-flight movie that Ari kind of introduced us.
As the cabin lights were turned off Ari got up and strolled into the galley to talk with the attendants. He didn't return again until just before we landed at Heathrow. Leah came and sat in his seat and we talked for the next two hours.
She had been born in London and much of her family still lived there. Since she had a four days in London before her next flight she offered to take me on a tour of her favorite places the next day. She said she would be staying at her aunt's home and gave me the phone number in case I needed to talk with her before our date.
I was flattered that such a lovely, mature young woman would be willing to waste part of her time off on me. "I'll be staying at The Russell in Bloomsbury should you change your mind," I said as she moved away so Ari could take his seat before landing.
"I won't change my mind. I'll call you and arrange the time later tonight," she replied. With a smile and a small wave she turned and disappeared behind the curtains of the galley.
My heart was beating like a trip hammer. I thought she had to be the most beautiful girl I had ever met.
"Nice looking woman don't you think," Ari volunteered.
I jumped . Could this man I can best describe as, "a dull lump of protoplasm," read minds?
"Yes she is beautiful," I answered not looking at him.
Customs was busy. There was a very noisy group of young men and women at the luggage inspection table just in front of mine. As I was cleared I heard an angry argument begin. An older member of the group at the next table was shouting at a senior customs official, "you bumblers have lost my stuff before."
I didn't hear the reply but I did notice a startlingly attractive red head staring at me. Judging from the way she was dressed she was an integral part of the group now having a row with customs.
As the porter had loaded my bags on a hand cart he said, "them rock groups is bad news. That one calls itself "Dry Rain" and they raise a ruckus every time they come through."
He was rapidly wheeling the cart toward the taxi stand. I had to run to keep up.
As I fished for some English money to tip with I saw the crew of the flight I had been on get into a large van. "Funny thing," I thought, "what in the hell is Ari doing with them?"
London cabbies are undoubtedly the world's best. My driver was no exception.
"That bird with you guv?" he asked as I got into the cab.
When I looked back I was startled to see the red head that had been staring at me was standing right behind me.
"Nope. Take me to the Russell in-," I started to say as I closed the cab door.
He had already closed the glass partition that separated passenger and driver. Obviously he knew where the Russell was.
I looked back and saw the tall girl from the rock group, a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth, scribbling something in a match book she was holding.
The Russell is a nice hotel. Not real fancy but deluxe enough for my taste. There is a little park across the way that has a statue of Gandhi. I got lucky and my room looked out onto that little patch of green.
I was tired and felt grimy after the flight. Lifting my small club bag onto the bed to get some clean stuff out a before I showered and went to dinner I sensed something peculiar.
My sisters had bought me a couple of pieces of Louis Vuitton luggage as going away presents. The piece I had was old and showed some wear. My key opened it but it was full of woman's lingerie, including garter belts, panties and bras. Not all of it was freshly laundered judging from the smell.
Reluctantly, I emptied the case onto an upholstered chair and pawed through the stuff hoping I'd find some ID. Besides the clothing I found two unopened packages of lubricated Japanese condoms, a battery driven vibrator that resembled a turtle and a small bunch of keys that resembled a safety deposit box key.
In disgust I tossed everything, I thought, back into the bag and zipped it closed. Then before I tackled the rest of my unpacking I went and took a long hot bath.
I had tossed the jeans, shirt, skivvies and sox I had worn on the plane into a hotel laundry bag and threw it on top of the smelly Vuitton club bag which sat on the floor near the door. I figured I would cart both to the concierge when I went to dinner.
After unpacking my large case and stowing everything properly I dressed for dinner. I put on a shirt blue shirt, silk foulard tie, gray flannel slacks, a dark gray Tweed jacket and Bass loafers. Feeling like a proper gent I headed for the hotel dining room carrying my laundry in one hand and the old Vuitton case in the other.
Dinner was adequate. I was too tired to want anything fancy anyway. I stopped at the desk to leave a wake up call and then went up to my room.
The door was not only unlocked it was ajar.
Standing to one side as they do in the cop shows on TV I pushed it wide open with my foot.
"Hi doc, come on in," the tall red headed woman from Heathrow said. She was sitting in the upholstered chair facing the door her tight skirt pulled up so that she could rest her bare feet on the bed.
"What the hell do you want?" I said sounding much braver than I felt.
"Well I'd like my case back for one thing," she said. "Besides Kurt, wanted to see what kind of a hotel the Russell is."
"Who's Kurt and where is he?" I said making the mistake of moving into the room.
A voice from behind me said, "I'm Kurt and this place is kind of a plush shit house isn't it?"
I turned and saw the man who had been causing the ruckus at the customs desk earlier in the day. He was dressed in dark leather pants and jacket. His chest was bare except for a tattooed eagle with wings spread from nipple to nipple.
"Ok so your Kurt and I assume she's called Red. What in the hell do you mean breaking into my room?"
The red head got up slowly making certain that I saw that she was naked from toe to waist except for her tight skirt. As she approached me she spoke in a very sultry voice, "look doc my name's Loki. We'd like my bag back and maybe the use of your room for a while."
"Your bag is with the concierge," I said. "And what the hell do you want with my room. Doesn't "Dry Rain" have a place to stay for God's sake.?"
Kurt grabbed me from behind. He was a strong sonovabitch I'll say that for him. He grunted through clenched teeth, "Loki help me tie this asshole up and then go get the bag."
They used the drapery ties to tie my hands and legs and then pushed me into the chair Loki had been using. I was grateful that they didn't think to gag me.
The girl, who was really rather pretty, took her time putting on her shoes. Her hair was cut in an odd style and she wore too much make up. But beneath the ugly veneer she must have been quite attractive.
Her tight denim skirt was molded to nice slender hips and the cotton blouse she wore did little to hide her large, firm breasts whose nipples had become very evident as she struggled to help immobilize me.
After she left Kurt slipped off his leather jacket and plopping down on the bed said, "I hope we find what you stole doctor. If not you got real trouble."
"Look I took nothing and you know it. I have the feeling that you flimflammed customs using my matching bag as a decoy. Loki or someone else in your party planted that smelly old bag on me while you were diverting the inspector's attention."
Kurt laughed most unpleasantly. "For an asshole you ain't so dumb after all."
There was a light tap at the door. Kurt opened it and Loki sauntered in tossing the bag onto the bed.
"Told the concierge I was the jerk's sister. Good thing I went when I did 'cause they were gonna call the cops and turn it over to them."
"Ok what do you wanna do first?" Kurt said hoarsely.
"Shit let's get it on man. We got the stuff so let's have a little fun," Loki said dropping her skirt and unbuttoning her shirt.
Kurt had unzipped the bag and pulled out a package of condoms and the vibrator. He tossed the vibrator to Loki and said, "get going kid I'll catch up."
Loki, her upper body suffused with the deep blush of sexual excitement ran to the bed. Kurt stood and watched as she stretched out so that her crotch was less than a foot from my face. She grabbed her big nipples and began to push down on them as she rubbed her hands back and forth over her tumescent areolae.
She was panting and gasping moving her legs randomly over the bed. She had put the vibrator beside her and now she fumbled for it and after finding it she licked it and slipped it into her glistening wet crotch. She began to moan and kind of flip around on the bed.
I looked at Kurt who now was naked. He held his erect penis in his hand and stood like a man hypnotized. Suddenly Loki almost shrieked, "for God's sake come on," and Kurt like an automaton mounted the sexually besotted girl. He pounded his penis into her while she gripped him with her legs and yelped. Her hands held the vibrator against her bulging anus.
They pounded at each other in wild and noisy abandon until Loki with a heart rending cry dropped the vibrator and tore at Kurt's back shaking and whimpering. Kurt like a man lost in a fog pounded away at the girl who seemed to go from climax to climax. Suddenly he grunted something in German and crushed Loki's still rocking body to his chest.
They lay locked together moaning and whimpering for a few minutes before they both fell into a sound sleep. I must admit I was a helluva lot more aroused by their coupling than I had ever been by the X rated movies we saw in school.
Don't misunderstand, I'm not a virgin but I never had sex like that nor had I ever realized that women can get as excited during sex as men can. That sort of stuff they don't teach you in medical school.
I tried to loosen my bonds while the two slept. I could do nothing. Finally, Loki wakened and pushed at Kurt who, sound asleep, lay sprawled like a dead weight on her slender body.
"How'd you like that doc?" she said raising her head and looking at me.
"Better than a movie. Was that just for my benefit?" I asked sarcastically. "Not hardly. If you'd like some just let me slide out of here and then you'll really get what you call 'benefit'," she said grunting and struggling with Kurt's inert body.
"Loki are you American?"
"Yeah, I've been with the 'Dry rain' group for over tow years. I used to screw all of them until Kurt took over-he's a heavy sonovabitch," she laughed as she finally wriggled out from under him.
"I don't understand what you mean when you say 'Kurt took over'," I asked.
She stood up and looked at me. "Hey you got a hard on, let me help you out. I give great head."
"Thanks Loki but no thanks," I said not entirely sure I meant it.
"Ok. You sure as hell don't know what your missing. Then again maybe I don't know what I'm missing huh?"
"You didn't answer my question about Kurt taking over."
"Oh yeah. About a year ago he took over the management of the group. The guys make a lot more money now, travel more and stuff like that," she said. She was fingering her wet crotch as she talked.
"What do you do with the group? Do you sing or play an instrument? What?"
She laughed and said hoarsely, "I play the skin flute. I like to fuck and most of the guys in the group really know how-especially Kurt. Jesus where is that vibrator I'm ready and that shit's still sleeping. You sure you don't want some real action?"
She was back on the bed holding the vibrator and looking at me.
"No thanks. Before you bang yourself why don't you let me go?"
She was back fooling with her breasts and thrashing around; much too busy to answer me. She raised her head and looked in my direction with unseeing eyes as she slid the vibrator into her vagina. The tail of the turtle pushed at her clit with a steady pulse that had her gasping and suddenly whimpering, "Jesus I'm coming." She held the vibrator with one hand and pushed two fingers into her bulging anus with the other. She squealed over and over as her whole body shook with the spasms that held her supple, licentious body captive.
She lay shivering keeping the vibrator and her fingers in place and trying to snuggle up to the still snoring Kurt. Suddenly the phone rang. Loki jumped a mile pulling everything out of her occupied orifices. Kurt stretched sleepily and said, "answer it Loki."
"Hello." There was a short pause and then, "Oh this is his sister, I flew in to surprise him. Oh just a minute."
Covering the phone Loki said to Kurt, "some cunt from his flight wants to talk with Doctor Keith, what do I do?"
"Shit. Let him talk with her-but wait a minute. Turning to me he sat up and said, "no tricks doc. We haven't searched the bag so you aren't out of the woods."
I couldn't escape the feeling that there was something not quite right about Kurt. My limited experience as a physician precluded a diagnosis but my instincts were pretty good as you will see.
"Hello this is Jason Keith," I said into the phone Loki held for me. She was naked and was rubbing her tits against me as I spoke.
"Jason this is Leah. Are you ok?" Her soft voice and her smooth Cambridge accent were a joy to listen to.
"Yes I'm fine. I am looking forward to seeing you tomorrow forthwith."
"Huh. Jason that is not good English. You Yanks really butcher the language sometimes. I'll see you at nine for breakfast."
"Great. At nine, forthwith, as we Yanks are won't to say. Good night Leah."
"Good night Jason," her voice sounded funny all of a sudden. I hoped she, or someone she was staying with, had read the same Ed McBain novel I had.
Loki was wound up again. She had dropped the phone and grabbed on to my shoulders with both her hands. Her wet crotch was sliding up and down my leg my flannel pants were soaked. And she rubbed her big nipples back and forth over my arm. "Come on doc, fuck me I'm ready," she groaned.
I looked at Kurt who was sitting on the bed with that faraway look in his eyes. His penis was erect but he didn't seem to know it.
"Loki go see if you can help Kurt out," I grunted trying to pull away.
She was too far gone. She was straining and grunting clinging to me as if her life depended on it. I felt her stiffen abruptly and she moaned, "Oh Joe." Her firm grip became a vise as her body jerked and shivered with her orgasm. Her legs were wound so tightly around mine I had to grab hold of a bed post to remain upright.
I was still tied hand and foot. Loki's grip finally relaxed enough so that I could pull away from her and she collapsed in a disheveled heap at the foot of the bed. Panting and whimpering, "oh Joe," repeatedly she lay squirming every few minutes as if she was having recurrent tiny seizures.
Kurt had roused from whatever reverie he had been in and pushing Loki with his foot he growled, "you fucking nympho get up and search that bag."
Looking at me he shook his head and said, "she's been with the group a long time for a groupie. She's a real talented all cunt and no brains."
Loki was pawing through the bag tossing pieces of clothing every which way. Finally, when it was empty she turned it upside down and shook it. Whatever it was she was looking for wasn't there. She turned to Kurt with absolute terror etched on her young face.
"So," Kurt shouted at me, "where are the keys?" He was off the bed and had his fist raised when there was a loud knock at the door.
I'll say this for Kurt whatever was else might be wrong with him he was decisive and efficient as hell in a crisis.
Looking at me he said, "hop to the door and pray you don't fall and make a lot of noise or your dead. See who it is. Tell them you're not dressed if they want to come in."
Turning to Loki he hissed, "pick up your stinking clothes and go into the bathroom and dress."
He had already slid into his leather pants and was rummaging around for his jacket by the time I reached the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's your friend Ari from the plane today," a familiar gruff voice said. "I brought you some wine and cheese to celebrate your first night in London."
I was startled. First of all how the hell did he find me just in the nick of time. And second what did I do now?
"Ari just a minute I'm not dressed," I almost yelled with relief.
Loki was out of the John and had her bag packed except for the vibrator which she dug out of the rumpled bed clothes.
Meanwhile Kurt had planned his and Loki's getaway. He had opened one of the windows and pushed Loki out onto the ledge whispering, "slide along to the fire escape." Then turning back to me he said, "find those keys doc or you're as good as dead. I'll be seeing you.." He ducked out the same window and walked along the ledge until he was out of sight.
Ari was banging on the door with considerable force by then. The welcome sound of a key in the lock followed and the door swung open with a bang. Ari moving fast and keeping low was the first one into the room. He had an ugly snub nosed gun of some kind in his hands. The second person in was a bobby carrying a night stick.
Leah followed. She was pale as death as she walked into the room. When she saw me she ran to me and knocked me flat. I collapsed in a heap bumping my head on the floor.
I vaguely remember seeing another person walk into the room carrying a ring of keys-"look for some keys Ari," was the last thing I was supposed to have said before I passed out cold.
I thought I said, "Leah I love you, " but maybe I dreamed that.
CHAPTER TWO
Josephine Humphries set aside the morning papers. The Express reported, in a short item, the assault of an American doctor in his room at a London hotel. Information was sketchy but the names Loki and Kurt were cited as the only definitive information the victim could provide.
Jo, the name she insisted her friends and employees always use, picked up a phone on her desk and dialed. Her conversation was brief and after its completion she turned to the financial ledgers stacked on her desk. These were the official books of the rock groups she controlled. Of the six, "Dry Rain" was her most recently successful. It had made the most money in the past twelve months.
"And it was just over a year ago that Sean Flannery suggested we make Kurt Dieterle road manager," she thought. "Income began to increase significantly almost from the moment Kurt took over. But why?," she muttered. "Crowds are no bigger, expenses if anything are up and yet so is income. Something's fishy."
Jo a very cool, calculating woman in her early in her early forties was not usually given to reminiscences. However, for some reason her she felt disquieted by her suspicions concerning "Dry Rain" and Kurt and Loki.
Tipping her desk chair back so that her artfully coiffed, frosted blond hair rested gently against the soft, red leather she thought of what had brought her to this point in her life. She had inherited a large fortune twelve years earlier and immediately decided to embrace John D. Rockefeller's monetary philosophy.
Rockefeller it was who responded to the question of how much money is enough by saying, "just a little bit more." Jo could not have agreed more heartily.
Realizing oil and stocks were not her metier she decided to invest in theatrical enterprises. Rock music seemed to be a lucrative aspect of show business and so she bought into several rock groups. Soon she had full control of six of the most successful groups in Europe. These she ran with the fiscal rigidity of bank examiner.
Preferring not to travel she hired a road manager for each group. Jo personally supervised these men and women from her London office, and residence, in the Savoy Hotel. However, trusting no one where her money was concerned she hired watchers to watch the road managers.
Creating a secret spy system required particular ingenuity. For Jo the groupies who follow every rock band seemed ideal. She hand picked every woman who "voluntarily" attached herself to one of her rock bands thus creating what amounted to company approved camp followers.
All other women who tried to attach themselves to her bands were effectively kept away by the cadre of body guards assigned to her performers. Jo relied . on three basic human emotions to assure herself of the reliability of her groupie informants; greed, fear and lust.
Greed was what Jo used to attract her potential spies. The girls who followed her bands were paid a generous monthly wage, provided with life and health insurance and had money paid into Swiss bank accounts against they day they would be allowed to quit.
Fear was the emotion Jo reserved for those who proved dishonest or unreliable. Implied at the time of employment was the threat of blackmail, physical injury or even death should any groupie fail to adequately perform her primary task of keeping the boss informed. No one knew for sure whether this threat was anything more than hot air but every groupie knew of at least one girl who had suddenly disappeared from Jo's stable.
Lust was the emotion which Jo depended upon to keep her girls on the job. She recruited Asian, European and American women over the age of eighteen. Those hired were required to have average or above average intelligence coupled with an inordinate need for sexual gratification.
Jo knew that good sex, often and in wide variety, would prove to be a powerful inducement for certain young women. It was these woman she sought and hired.
Although all preliminary screening of the girls was done by Humphries Theatrical Enterprises the finalselection of her contingent of spies was made by Jo herself.
Jo smiled as she thought about her present situation. The fact that she was regarded by all who knew her as an intriguing and strangely mysterious woman served her purpose well.
A tall, willowy blond always fashionably but not flashily dressed she had readily become a welcome member of the finest of London's social circles.
However, she recalled that her life from childhood to age eighteen had been much different. It was remarkable chiefly for its dullness. She frequently joked that she had parents whom she rarely saw and nannies and tutors whom she saw much too often.
Her first conscious act of rebellion occurred when she was to "come out" as one of the seasons debutantes. Refusing to participate in what she regarded as, "a shocking display of bad taste" led her family to impose punishment in the form of exile on her. Consequently, she was forced to spend five years at an east coast college.
Those five years altered her life and created the mystery lady she had become.
It was in September of her eighteenth year that Jo left her family never to see any of them again. She and her English tutor and governess, Vanessa Brown, travelled .to Boston. They lived there until Jo obtained her MBA five years later. Then without remorse or they moved to England and a new life. The family, despite its disapproval of Jo's flouting of social custom, did concern itself with her creature comforts at college. Using donations, a euphemism for bribes, they managed to obtain for Jo and her tutor, Vanessa, a five room suite in the graduate student's dormitory. The arrangement provided both Jo and her thirty-eight year old tutor private sleeping quarters and a common dining area.
Jo, despite her socially oriented upbringing, preferred scholarly to social pursuits. However, she participated without complaint in the general social whirl that occupied first year students at her college.
One evening she was invited to a cotillion honoring cadets at a local military academy. Her date for the evening, an upperclassman at the academy who had recently been promoted to cadet officer rank, proved to be a boor. When he became insufferably drunk Jo, head high walked from the ballroom. She entered the first limousine she saw and commanded, as only an enraged Humphries woman could, that she be driven to her residence.
Jo smiling slightly recalled that night vividly. Up until then she had shown no curiosity about sex. Therefore she had been provided with little information beyond what her tutor at the time felt were the 'facts of life'.
She had never been kissed, even on the forehead, by any man save family members. If she had ever been sexually aroused as a pubescent teenager she didn't recall it. Yet that night as this blond, blue eyed, eighteen year old virgin climbed the stairs to her luxurious college suite she was about to enter a world where something more powerful than money was to be found.
Jo walked into the sitting room of her suite and found it dark. Ordinarily Vanessa would be reading or sitting and visiting with one of the graduate students or younger women professors at such an early hour. Seeing light coming from under the door of Vanessa's rooms she called to her and without knocking entered.
Vanessa Brown was a thirty-eight year old lesbian who found the college where she lived as Josephine's tutor an absolute banquet for her sexual appetite. That night she was, for the first time, entertaining her favorite lover in her luxurious bed.
Jo walked in as Vanessa, a small, chestnut haired, English beauty was, with skill and passion, sending herself and Jo's teacher of German Literature, Lydia Schumann, into transports of screaming ecstasy. Jo stood quietly watching as the two women, unaware of an audience, were swept away by orgasms which gripped and shook their clinging, sweating bodies.
With a slight shiver Jo recalled the strange feeling that moved over her as she watched the faces and bodies of the two enraptured women. For the first time in her life she understood the unusual tingling feelings that would come over her when Vanessa leaned close to read over her shoulder. Lydia roused from her journey to paradise and saw Jo standing at the door.
"Oh my God, Ness," she cried.
Vanessa lifted her pretty, tear stained face and looked at Jo. "Love, you had to know about me sooner or later. Let Lydia and me get something to cover ourselves with and we'll talk."
Jo stood quietly looking at the two naked women. All she could think of was how beautiful each was in her own way.
Vanessa was small and lovely. Her tiny pointy breasts with brown, distended areolae and erect brown nipples made Jo want to cry with desire. Her rumpled chestnut hair matched her lovely chestnut colored muff that glistened invitingly in the soft light of the room.
Lydia was a buxom brunette whose large, firm breasts and big nipples seemed tantalizingly poised for kissing and loving. Her black haired, lush pubic mound still shimmered with the wetness of her recent intense emotion even as she sat wide-eyed with fright at her unmasking.
Jo smiled wanly as she recalled her first experience with overwhelming emotion. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered to the two women on the bed , "don't dress yourselves. Help me out of these damned fancy clothes."
Vanessa rose quickly and ran to her young charge. "Darling Jo are you sure this is your cup of tea?" Shaking her head slowly Jo said, "how can I be sure of anything? All I know is I have never felt so out of control. My body aches for you both."
"Ness, I think I will go," Lydia whispered. "Let me know what I can do."
Jo having trouble with the long, nearly serpentine zipper of her watered silk evening gown stood as Vanessa worked with it. Jo watched the ripe body of her teacher disappear beneath brassiere, panties, jeans and shirt. She wanted to cry with the longing she felt to be crushed to that luscious bosom.
Lydia vanished through the door as Jo briefly luxuriated in the sensuous rush she felt as her soft, smooth, gown fell with a whispered swish onto the floor. Her slim body clothed only in tiny panties shivered more with desire than with cold, Her tiny breasts and pink tumescent areolae partially hiding her large nipples felt so tight she wanted to touch and squeeze them to ease the insistent yearning she felt.
Little Vanessa, her friend and mentor, took her lovely, smooth hand and gently led her to the bed. Jo sat and watched with fascination as Vanessa's ever perfectly manicured fingers with their short nails moved hypnotically to her breasts. Stroking her nipples softly Vanessa whispered, "I have always loved you from afar now at last we can ease each other's hunger." Vanessa's warm mouth covered one of Jo's nipples. Her tiny even teeth stroked it until Jo holding Vanessa tightly to her breast moaned softly, "oh my Nessa make me a woman tonight."
Vanessa continued to kiss and suck Jo's nipple as she slid down the ardent blond girl's body siding a leg between Jo's randomly moving thighs. When Nessa's leg felt Jo's wet, warm box she pressed firmly and began to rub with slowly increasing speed.
Jo shivered as the recollection of her first orgasm stirred her mightily. She still thrilled at the memory of Vanessa's leg and her eager, skillful tongue and mouth sending her into a frenzy of thrashing and gasping as desire raged within her.
All recollection dimmed into a pulsating, throbbing haze as suddenly her body stiffened. Her hands dug into Nessa's shoulders and Nessa felt the deep shuddering climax that engulfed Jo's beautiful, supple and ardent body.
Vanessa held her new lover tightly as the storm of passion raged. As it quieted Jo remembered clearly saying, "I'm still only a plaything for you. Love me completely please Ness."
Vanessa, her own passions near bursting, moved over the lovely blond Josephine so that her cunt rested on Jo's mouth as she buried her tongue deep into Jo's wet, virginal box. She quickly found the rigid little pearl that was the tip of Jo's raging clit and slid her tongue over it ardently and firmly. Vanessa, her body aflame with desire grunted, "suck me hard darling." Then pushing her wet cunt firmly down on Jo's open mouth her hips began to grind furiously. Her climax was intense her legs thrashed heedlessly and she softly murmured, "oh my God," as her body jerked spasmodically and her avid cunt sucked at Jo's exploring tongue.
Jo feeling her lover's intense climax thrust her pelvis up and back searching for release from the almost unbearable tension she felt. As Nessa's body relaxed Jo felt a finger slide into her vagina. There followed a sudden sting of pain and then an overwhelming spasm that seemed to shake her very soul. She whimpered and shook as her young cunt grasped and held Vanessa's tantalizing finger.
Jo's smile was warm as she thought of that climactic, in more ways than one , moment in her life. She and Vanessa remained lovers. Their mornings and evenings were times of ever new sexual delights. Neither attempted, nor wished, to keep the other monogamous. Vanessa had friends, including Lydia, who provided her with sexual release she could not find elsewhere.
And, Jo, her sexual needs never really sated, had discovered early on that she could use her beautiful body and unquenchable lust to coerce other women with limitless sexual needs to accede to her will.
She sat quietly now waiting for the tap at the door that would announce Loki's arrival. Loki whose pelviswas never still. Loki who regarded sex with Jo to be an near necessity; the single overriding element that made her Jo's best groupie.
There was a soft knock at the door followed by the sound of bare feet padding quickly across the lush carpeting. Loki dressed in spotless jeans and soft yellow cotton shirt threw herself into Jo's open arms showering the golden blond with kisses.
"Oh Jo I can't tell you how I've missed you," she sighed trying to wriggle onto the lap of the older woman.
Jo held her gently and whispered, "I'm glad to see you dear."
Loki's hands moved to Jo's breasts and she buried her face in the smooth fold at Jo's neck and shoulder whimpering, "please don't make me wait."
Moving her gently off her lap Jo rose and led the red haired girl to a door that opened off the wall nearest her desk. "You know the rule's Loki dear. A shower first and then our feast," she whispered smiling at the panting , eager face before her.
Jo helped Loki undress and then with a gentle pat on her firm rump sent her scurrying into the huge steam filled shower stall. "Tell me about your trip with 'Dry Rain' while you was darling."
"They are playing better. The new bass guitar, a German guy Kurt hired, is not up to snuff but the others cover pretty well," Loki answered.
"Were the crowds good?"
"Stinking really-we made dough only because Kurt booked us into houses with large season ticket sales."
"What do you make of Kurt, dear?" Jo asked a look on concern on her face.
"You asking about Kurt as a manager or as a piece of ass?" Loki laughed.
"The latter is of no interest to me," Jo replied.
"Give me your assessment of the former only please."
"He is weird. He doesn't stay around while the concerts are on. He sits and stares into space a lot when the band rehearses or has meetings. And, he has made me a virtual prisoner, refusing to let me be with anyone but him at night," Loki said stepping out of the shower her lithe body glistening.
Jo felt her urge to possess the lovely youthful body grow. Struggling to keep her voice calm and even she asked, "what in particular do you find 'weird' about him as a manager?
"He has only a superficial knowledge of music and-, " Loki was seductively rubbing her muff and staring longingly at Jo, "he brings strange fellows around at odd hours."
Jo rose and pull Loki to her kissing her passionately. "Darling while I undress tell me about last night."
Loki, a woman in a trance, followed every move Jo made slipping out of her long silk house coat. She gasped and licked her full lips as Jo's breasts and pink erect nipples slid subtly into view. When Jo dropped her garment to the floor Loki sobbed and dropped to her knees burying her wide open mouth and flickering tongue in the fold beneath Jo's golden mound.
Jo surely no less aroused gently pushed the girl's face away and whispered, "answer me and then we'll go to bed."
Gasping and whimpering like a child Loki told Jo of Kurt's orders that she switch bags with the doctor at customs. "Kurt wanted some keys he had smuggled in. He told me they were not of any real importance but they might cause delays for the group." Loki sighed and shivered. Finally, she moaned, "my God Jo let me fuck you before I burst."
Jo her body crimson with the blush of desire led the lascivious Loki out of the steamy shower room. They moved quickly into a luxurious bedroom Jo kept for just such occasions. With a fervor that surprised even Jo, Loki pushed the older woman onto the bed. Climbing on top of her Loki spread Jo's legs and lowered her wet box onto Jo's wet golden haired pussy.
Loki leaned forward so that her warm mouth covered Jo's right breast. She began to suck noisily as her pelvis ground and slapped feverishly at Jo's thrusting eager box.
Jo moaning and thrashing grasped Loki's shoulders firmly as her body stiffened with the wrenching ecstasy of her orgasm.
Loki screamed with delight as she felt Jo's body-respond to her loving. Her body jerked and shivered as it too was swept again and again by a climax so fierce it left her breathless yet whimpering with unsatisfied lust.
Loki slid slowly down Jo's sweaty, shivering body letting her wet box rest on Jo's left leg. Pushing her ardent tongue deep into Jo's wet and wide open cunt Loki massaged Jo's rigid clit while she eagerly rubbed her wide open box over Jo's smooth leg. Once again both women came Loki thrashing and jerking with the spasms that shook her moaned "oh Jo, Jo."
Jo lay in the ardent grasp of the loving red haired girl feeling her avid cunt throb and suck at Loki's magic tongue as the spasms of her orgasm almost swept her away once more.
When Loki wakened Jo was gone. Sighing she rose and went in search of her clothes. Pinned to her shirt was a note that read:
"Loki dear, as always you are an exhausting pleasure. Please stay with 'Dry Rain' through their next tour. Keep me posted on Kurt's activities. Love Jo."
Loki was thrilled. She had pleased the boss. Unfortunately, as was always the case her own needs were far from satisfied. Riding in a taxi to the house "Dry Rain" used for both living quarters and rehearsal hall she found her self fervently hopingthat either weird Kurt or the tall, sexy rhythm guitar player would be available for an afternoon of endless fucking.
Shaking her pretty head she murmured to no one in particular, "I can't get over that doctor last night turning down the wildest fuck he's ever gonna have.
Meanwhile ,Jo, exhilarated by her morning romp with Loki was sitting with Vanessa and Harold Sher, her chief of security, working on a plan to solve the mystery of Kurt Dieterle, Sean Flannery and "Dry Rain."
It was agreed that an additional groupie would be added to the "Dry Rain" stable. Harold indicated that it was probable that Kurt had appropriated Loki as much for reasons of his own security as for his sexual delectation.
Vanessa, winking at Jo asked, "Harold, who do you recommend as the new groupie?"
Harold a tall, handsome, strong man of fair complexion had worked with these two women for several years. Straight as a die himself he found them honest and trustworthy employers.
He had been an outstanding linebacker in pro football until injuries forced his retirement. He was hired as Jo's security boss because of his reputation as a tough, honest man who had training as a cop while in the military some years earlier.
Jo and Vanessa were quick to discover and capitalize on another virtue Harold didn't realize he had. He was unmarried and inordinately attractive to the several straight women Jo employed. The reason Vanessa had winked is because she knew Harold recently had recently become very much involved with Mona Bailey. So much so that he had complained to her of his fatigue in recent days.
Mona had joined the firm several months earlier. She met all of the requirements and passed all of the tests for employment except one. She refused to even contemplate a sexual liaison with any woman.
As Jo was about to dismiss her Harold came into the interview room to discuss an urgent problem. When he finished and had gone, Mona, a fair skinned, dark haired girl, whispered hoarsely to Jo, "I'll gladly take any test that hunk can give me anytime."
Harold, not being a wallflower, accepted the interesting job evaluation assignment offered by his employer. That evening he invited Mona to dinner and the theater. They never made it to the theater. Mona's sexual appetite was formidable. She proved to be a challenge the ex-football player was barely able to meet.
Several days later Mona moved in with Harold. So Vanessa's guess was now quite correct. Harold would be happy for the bit of rest the assignment of Mona to "Dry Rain" would provide.
CHAPTER THREE
I opened my eyes to see Leah's beautiful, tear streaked face looking down at me. I had a terrible headache.
"What happened?" I moaned, struggling without success to lift my right hand to my forehead.
"You bumped your head when I knocked you down-you've a concussion according to the doctor," Leah said as she gently stroked my face.
"Where am I?," I asked. Just talking made my head hurt worse. "Why can't I move my right arm?"
Another voice, a man's, said, "you're in a larger room at the hotel for tonight. Your arm's restrained because I have an IV of glucose and saline running in it, old chap."
"How long have I been out?"
"Only a couple of hours actually. Nothing bad," the doctor said moving into view.
He was a gray kind of man. Gray suit, salt and pepper hair and mustache. He reminded me of the secretary-general of the UN-a man who would look gray even if dressed in red.
"What's going on?" I moaned reaching with my left hand for someone's hand to hold.
"Well,-" it was Leah's voice I heard and Leah's warm, firm hand I felt, "the police are still going over your room. By the way they found your fancy bag in a used towel container in a women's loo at Heathrow."
"Good. So what happens next?"
"I should imagine that the police will want to talk with you," she squeezed my hand, "but the doctor and I convinced them to wait until tomorrow."
"Great. What do I do about moving back to my room tonight?"
"Nothing," she held onto my hand. "I have offered to stay here with you tonight."
I groaned loudly. "Just my luck. I get to spend a night with the woman of my dreams and I have the worst headache of my life and I'm tied down by a sadistic colleague."
The doctor found no humor in the situation. He protested vehemently that his was an act of medical necessity not sadism.
Leah laughed softly and whispered, "if you weren't tied down and injured I wouldn't have volunteered for the duty." Then still holding my hand with one of hers she ran her other one gently over my face and kissed me softly on the lips. "Now go back to sleep Yank."
It was quite late when I wakened again. The room was almost totally dark. There was a narrow shaft of light coming from a nearly closed door across the room from me. I could hear whispered conversation but could not understand it. My headache was pretty much gone and I could move both my arms freely.
"Leah are you there?" I called softly.
The whispering stopped immediately and the shaft of light became a wide swathe as the door to the corridor swung open and Leah reentered the room letting the door close quietly behind her.
"I'm here Jason are you alright?" she whispered.
"Yes. What time is it?"
"A bit past four in the morning," she said taking my hand and holding it close to her bosom. "I'm sorry I disturbed you."
"Who were you talking to just now?"
"Ssh, go to sleep again dear," she whispered squeezing my hand and caressing it with her soft, moist lips.
"Ok. But where are you sleeping? This looks like the only bed in the room," I said sitting up and struggling to get free of the tangle of bed clothes.
Alarm sounded in her voice, "where do you think you're going?"
"To the bathroom."
"Oh, just a minute, I don't think you have anything on under that sheet your fighting."
I saw her tiny form, a moving shadow in the dimly lit room, disappear briefly and quickly return carrying my ratty bathrobe.
"I never thought anyone would see that thing but me," I stuttered as she held the robe open for me to slip on.
"I asked the doctor if there might be any odd bacteria or molds growing in it before I picked it up earlier," she laughed softly.
I was not as steady as I thought I would be. Leah grabbed my arm and held on to me until I could reach the door lintel of the bathroom and ease myself in.
"Call me when you're ready to get back into bed," she said.
After using what the Brit's call the loo I washed my face and ran a hand through my unruly mop. "Ok Leah I'm ready."
She opened the door and the light from the bathroom played over her lovely face. Her eyes were puffy with fatigue and her dark shiny hair was mussed and tangled.
"You take the bed, " I said. "You look so tired. I can sleep in the chair you were using."
She shook her head vigorously. "I will not. You need your rest."
"Ok how's this? We'll share and I promise no hanky-panky or whatever you call it here."
She laughed and said, "we call it making love or fucking depending on the situation."
"What about it? It's a legitimate honest offer," I whispered.
She stood holding my hand for a not trying to hide a big yawn. Then standing on tiptoe she kissed me on the lips and whispered, "ok-you're the doctor."
After keeping me steady until I reached the bed she moved away. I slipped my robe off and moved to the far side of the double bed pulling the covers over me.
In a few moments I heard her bare feet padding over to the bed and it sagged slightly as she slid under the covers next to me. I could feel her warmth near me but I lay perfectly still despite an erection that I'm sure would have dwarfed the Eiffel Tower-a promise is a promise no matter how stupid.
I was wide awake my pulse racing a mile a minute.
I knew that I wasn't going to get anymore sleep with that arrangement. I was also cooped between Leah in front and the wall behind so I could not get up and away from the trap of my own devising.
There was a soft sound from Leah's side of the bed, it sounded like she was crying into her pillow.
"Are you ok?" I whispered.
She was laughing softly, "I suspect I'm no worse off than you-but ok is not what I would use to describe my situation."
She was lying on her left side as was I. As she spoke she slid her backed up to me her firm butt banging rather solidly against my penis.
"As I thought-you didn't keep your word. If you planned no hanky-panky, as you called it, what's that pushing at my back door?" she snickered.
"Reflex reaction," I tried to sound like I was up to bantering with her but my voice was a hoarse croak.
Her soft, strong hand had reached back and was holding my stiff penis gently. "I like your reflexes, Jason," she whispered.
I felt her moving about on the bed, briefly letting me drop from her grasp, and then her hand returned to hold me once more. I put my arm around her and quickly found her firm round breast and stiffly erect little nipple. As I gently tugged her firm nipple she gasped softly and moved her legs.
I pressed my pelvis firmly against her taut, little ass. She lifted her leg and guided my stiff penis into her wet, warm cunt from behind. Then with ardor that surprised me her buttocks gyrated and her pelvis thrust down on my stiff cock as I tried to push it deeper and deeper into her ardent, secret self.
I was desperately trying to restrain the tremendous explosion I knew was close when she gasped softly, "come with me now-oh please, oh please." I came suddenly shoving and pounding at my lovely little Leah who whimpered, "oh my love, my love," her hips jerking wildly with the spasm of her orgasm.
I clung to her and felt her warm cunt squeeze my now flaccid cock again and again. We lay quietly for some time until Leah with a sudden moan jumped up and ran into the bathroom. Returning moments later she whispered softly as she carefully spread towels on spot where she had been lying "we wet the bed and it's getting cold."
Sliding on to the bed facing me she took my face in her delicate, soft hands and put her fervid open mouth on mine and kissed me deeply her tongue probing sensuously. I clung to her feeling her firm breasts and tiny nipples pressing tantalizingly against my chest.
Her hands moved from my face and she gently pulled herself away from my grasp so that her delicate, soft fingers could slide with sensuous languor over my once more eager body. With kitten like nips at my nipples and belly she slid face slowly down nipping the insides of my thighs as her short, smooth fingernails scratched at my heaving chest.
Moving sinuously she glided up my quivering body, letting her lovely, small, pointy breasts lightly skim my erect penis. Then sitting up legs spread wide apart she lowered her luscious hips onto me until with enticingly carnal gasp she slipped my throbbing cock into her gloriously, wet cunt.
Breathlessly she whispered, "my darling let me do this." Her slow deep pelvic thrusts quickly became frenzied grinding movements. Her dainty hands pressed firmly on her vigorously moving mons. Suddenly, her hands moved to my shoulders and her nails dug deeply as her hips moved wildly and she whimpered, "oh, oh my love."
I looked at the beautiful face of my love lost in her ecstasy and exploded once again into her throbbing, pulsing cunt. The movement of my seething cock sent new spasms of delight coursing through her writhing, love wracked little body. Moaning and wriggling as the orgasm held her she clung cat-like to my shoulders whispering, "oh, I love you so."
Holding my limp cock in her still squeezing cunt she eased forward onto my still panting body whispering as she pressed her sweet mouth to my cheek, "we're in the wet again my darling." And then we slept.
It was well past seven when she wakened me.
Sitting like a foxy pixy on the bed next to me she was gently rubbing my shoulders. "What's up?" I asked.
"Well my dear friend isn't that's evident." she giggled. I rather tore up your shoulders during the night. Can't imagine why."
"You are beautiful," whispered catching hold of her hand and kissing the palm.
"We have to get dressed darling," she said softly. "Before we do thought I want you to know last night was my doing. I wanted so desperately to make love to you I would have done anything to make what happened happen."
"You read my mind. I love you Leah," I whispered.
"How can you love a woman who wets the bed when she makes love, " she said with a twinkle in her lovely green eyes.
"You forget my love I am a modern doctor. I know that some woman can ejaculate when aroused. I don't know how I got so lucky as to find one."
She kissed me lustily and ran to bathroom her little tits bouncing and her tight ass moving enticingly. I wanted to follow and joining her in the shower when she abruptly turned and said, "don't you dare do what I think we're both hoping. Today's a big day and who knows what surprises tonight might have in store?"
Room service arrived just at eight. While Leah and I ate two elderly women worked diligently to make the bed and straighten up the room. At one point Leah, blushing prettily, tugged at my hand and whispered, "we left the sheets a proper mess."
We finished breakfast around nine. The police arrived as the waiter was rolling the room service cart out the door.
The senior officer, dressed in a handsome blue three piece suit nodded to Leah and shook hands with me saying, " I am chief inspector Hopewell and I hope your are feeling fit today doctor." Without waiting for a reply he turned and nodded at the two men who had followed him in, "inspector Greene and constable Harkins."
Both men bowed but neither offered to shake hands.
"Doctor Keith may we start with our questions about last evening or would you prefer to wait for some one from your embassy?"
"Go ahead and ask away-this can't be an international affair can it?"
"Very well doctor. Please tell us exactly what happened from the time you arrived at Heathrow until the patrolman accompanied by Miss Jurgens found you in your room bound hand and foot."
I told the story starting with the fuss at customs and ending with my apparent rescue by Ari, Leah and the policeman hours later.
"Doctor you say that these strange people indulged in sexual relations after they tied you up and before they searched for anything?"
"That's correct. I thought there was something really wrong with that man Karl by the way-and I mentioned his bizarre behavior before and during his and Loki's love making."
"Schizophrenic sounds like to me," the hitherto silent inspector said.
"Hmm. Doctor why do you think they had sex in front of you if they were looking for something important?"
"God knows inspector-excuse me chief inspector-it was a weird experience."
"I'm sure, " he said, scratching the back of his head. Then turning to Leah he said, "Miss Jurgens how did you know the doctor was in trouble?"
Leah, dressed in her rumpled tweed skirt, wrinkled red plaid shirt and looking more than a little tired cleared he throat and said, "sir I made a date with Dr. Keith to show him London today. When I called last evening to set the time his 'sister' answered the phone and then put him on. He used the word 'forthwith' at least twice in our short conversation." She paused and seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, "I corrected Dr. Keith once on his poor grammar and then mentioned the strange way Yanks talk to my uncle when I finished talking with Dr. Keith."
"Go on young lady. We'll get to your umm 'uncle' in a moment," Hopewell said.
Leah smiled, "well my uncle became very agitated and said 'Lee, that young man's in trouble and needs help.' He got hold of this friend who offered to help. Then on our way to Dr. Keith's room we found the bobby who was present when we broke in."
The unsmiling, reticent inspector asked, "your uncle a big fan of mystery novels?"
"Yes how did you know?"
"The denouement of one fine American police novel depended on an older policeman identifying the word 'forthwith' as a warning of trouble," he said.
I nodded. The silent inspector was not just along for the ride obviously.
"Alright Miss Jurgens so your uncle spotted the clue Dr. Keith provided. Who was the man with the gun? And, why can't we find either him or your uncle today?"
Leah looking hard at me shook her head. "The man was someone I have seen from time to time with my uncle. My uncle, as you undoubtedly know chief inspector, travels a great deal. Did you ask my aunt where he is?"
"Oh hell you know damned well she never knows anything about Sandy," Hopewell said smiling.
They asked me about the keys I had mentioned before passing out. I told them what I thought they looked like and that I was certain that was what Loki and Karl were really after.
After a few more questions the chief inspector and the constable left but the restrained Inspector Greene remained. "Doctor I would like you and Miss Jurgens to accompany me to your previous room and go over in detail the entire episode with Karl and Loki," he said.
I looked at Leah, fatigue lining her lovely face, and said, "Miss Jurgens is very tired. She was up with me a good part of the night and besides she knows little about those people. Can't she do this at some other time?"
Greene was a cop, but a compassionate one apparently. He looked at Leah as he said, "Miss Jurgens you rest here while the doctor and I go look over the room down the hall."
Leah shook her head and softly replied, "inspector, I have no clean clothes here. I'll go with you and hope we can settle this funny business quickly."
Inspector Greene looked at her and at me before replying. "Miss go home. I'll wager the doctor here knows how to find you-we'll get our business done here without you. Do you need transportation?"
Leah smiled, "thank you inspector. I'll find a cab home." She stood up a bit unsteadily and then squaring her shoulder she kissed me warmly and walked from the room.
"Pretty girl that. Smart as a whip too-you know she's the one figured out your little clue-she has no uncle here. And that big fellow with the gun-Ari is all we have ever known him as-he's a bodyguard for Miss Jurgens," the inspector said closing my door and leading the way down the corridor.
"Just what are you babbling about. She's an airline attendant as far as I know. Why does she need protection?" I asked heatedly.
"Son you stumbled into something we haven't figured out yet. Miss Jurgens is an agent of a friendly foreign government. She apparently involved them because of you personally not because your experience concerns them. At least that's what we think just now."
We stopped outside my old room and the inspector produced a key from his jacket pocket. He went to open the door and as he touched it swung open on its own.
The room was a shambles. The old upholstered chair where I had emptied Loki's smelly bag was a mass of wood pieces, cushion stuffing and shredded fabric. No single piece of furniture was untouched. The clothes and luggage of mine left over night were fit only for the rag bag.
The inspector, red-faced and cursing stalked to the telephone resting upright on the floor and called hotel security and his superiors.
"This is evidently much more than a minor incident you're innocently involved in doctor, " he said as he closed the door and stood impatiently in front of it.
"What the hell do you think is happening inspector?"
"My guess is-hullo here come's hotel security and one of our lads. Let me give some instructions and we'll find us a quiet place for coffee and palaver."
He turned to the new arrivals and proceeded to give brief but definite instructions. Then turning to me again he said, "alright young fellow let's go talk "
We walked toward Euston Station and found a quiet, steamy little restaurant where we could sit undisturbed. The inspector ordered breakfast, I just had coffee. We and said little until he had completed his meal. Then leaning back in his chair he smiled and said, "doctor let's go off the record as it were. So let's get on a first name basis if that's alright with you-my front name's Mervin-may I call you Jason?"
"Great Mervin. I'm uptight enough without having to observe all the formalities."
"Well sir let's see what I can tell you about the case we're involved with." He smiled and paused to sip what I now suspected was cold coffee.
I waited letting him sort out what he wanted me to know. I was not so naive as to believe he would tell me everything he knew or suspected about the case.
"Here's how it seems to me. Those keys-you're sure you may not have put them somewhere inadvertently?-." I shook my head and he went on, "they must be damned important. Money stored behind the locks or maybe drugs or, least likely, small arms caches."
"You think the rock group may be a terrorist front or drug importers?" I asked. "More likely the former Jason. The thing that puzzles me is the very peculiar behavior of your assailants. Why have sexual performances in front of someone you've duped. Most unprofessional for either terrorists or drug importers."
I scratched my head and asked, "do you know these who the people are?"
"I think I know who the man is-not as Karl-but your description of his behavior suggests an individual we will have Interpol help us locate," he said.
"That sounds promising," I laughed.
"Not really. If it's who I suspect you are in danger. I think you should seek protection from your embassy-or," he was smiling pleasantly, "from Leah and her friends if, as I suspect, you are emotionally involved with that pretty girl. But remember this last suggestion is very definitely off the record."
I grinned and said, "I'll take the off the record choice. I'll call Leah from the hotel around noon."
"You may not go back to the hotel. We have been under surveillance since we walked out of the hotel.
I will arrange for a car to get you to the station and the chief inspector will make the arrangements with Miss Jurgens's's people," he said rising and dropping some money on the table.
"I don't have my passport nor much money," I said patting my jacket pockets.
"Oh I took the liberty last night." He pulled my passport case and folder of travelers checks from an inside jacket pocket and placed them on the table in front of me.
"You have suspected there was more to this than a drug crazed rock group or a man and his sexpot groupie haven't you?"
His smile was enigmatic as he walked to a pay phone and placed the call that would move the investigation into high gear.
CHAPTER FOUR
Naked Mona Bailey moved from dresser to suitcase packing. She was not exactly naked. She wore a little piece of lingerie she had received from California that very day.
While lingerie was not her thing as a rule this g-string like garment had a tiny vibrator that the ad said can "tickle your clit and magically relieve boring duties." So far she was unimpressed. "Hell," she thought, "I'm always buzzing down there anyhow."
Mona Bailey, at twenty-eight was a strikingly beautiful woman. She was not tall, only five-six, with, straight black hair that reached to the top of her firm narrow buttocks. Her breasts were not large but their dark areolae served as home for olive pit sized nipples that seemed ever erect. Her pubic muff was a lush black and intriguingly soft.
She had a cool, sculpted look which contrasted sharply with her smoldering dark eyes and penetrating gaze.
She was not unhappy with her new assignment since it meant a chance to be with a group of men; and Mona liked men singly or in bunches. The thing she did not like is that she would have to share quarters with Loki.
Mona, never liked women-"they smell bad to me," she once told a college psych professor with whom she was having a torrid affair.
As she finished packing the downstairs door slammed. Harold had promised to come home early to explain the purpose of her assignment to "Dry Rain". And, she had promised herself, "one more sensational bang from the big jock."
Harold gasped when he walked in and saw her standing naked legs spread slightly and her tongue moving seductively over moist and enticing lips. Her beauty was a never ending wonder to him.
She saw the sudden bulge in his pants felt the moisture of her own desire coursing slowly down her inner thighs. Running to him with undisguised lust she kissed him wantonly. She tugged furiously at his clothes. She needed to feel his naked, hairy, body pressing her down and pounding his marvelous pink cock into her avid center.
Harold was out of his clothes quickly as Mona lay on the bed legs up and spread wide, her wet muff glistening with the wetness of her desire. He climbed onto the bed and kissed her deeply and passionately, rolling her erect nipples beneath his warm, firm palms. Mona whimpered with the delight.
Her hands frantically searched for his cock and finally finding it she gasped as she arched her back and guided it swiftly into her throbbing cunt. Squealing with lust she thrust her hips to match Harold's strong pounding rhythm. Squealing and clawing she came, her hips beating against her lover's cock as the spasms of her orgasm sucked and pushed at his throbbing organ.
The intensity of Mona's climax and the carnality of her look as she came swept away Harold's control. With a loud groan the rhythmic beat of his powerful ejaculation began.
The movement of his cock with each ejaculatory beat sent Mona into paroxysms of sheer delight. This orgasm moved through her cunt and asshole like fire through a dry forest.
Harold clung to his lover. She shivered with her continuing spasms and with the strength born of insatiable desire she pushed his left hand to the crease between her firm buttocks.
Her squeezing, throbbing cunt still gripped Harold's now limp cock. Her firm ass wriggled as she gasped and tugged at his hand until she guided an exploring finger into her pulsing anus. Thrusting her wanton hips down onto the finger she writhed and whimpered with the new delight she found.
Harold felt his sex grow quickly in Mona's wet cunt. He once more pounded his eager cock into the avid center of his lascivious lover's very being. Her hands dug deep into his shoulders as she clung to his thrusting body. Her head rocked slowly , eyes tightly closed and her mouth open and gasping with the ecstasy that moved her.
Her hips pounded uncontrollably with the rhythm of his furiously beating ejaculation.
Sobbing and panting both lay sweat soaked on the bed as Mona slowly felt the seething desire of her body wane. Kissing her strong lover tenderly she whispered, "thank you darling."
They slept for a long while. Harold wakened first. His limp cock still rested in Mona's wet cunt. His finger was still gripped by her tight, pink asshole.
He kissed her softly and sighed, "we have to get on with the job unfortunately." Then gently pulling himself away from his wanton, exquisite lover he trotted into the bathroom.
Mona her hands drifting over her erect nipples and wet, sticky cunt moaned with still smoldering desire. Grabbing a pillow she slipped it between her shapely legs and rolled onto her belly holding her stiff nipples. With her hips gyrating and her fingers rolling and tugging at her large nipples she brought herself to a quick, body shaking orgasm.
Rolling onto her back she saw Harold staring at her
"Mona, how much do you need for God's sake," he said disgustedly.
"Harold, I need as much as I can get. Don't be angry dear. Many women masturbate after having sex with a lover. Usually they do it secretly. I keep no secrets. I come as often as I can-shit that's why you and the old cunts hired me isn't it?" He shook his head in puzzlement. "Yeah I guess you're right about that last part anyway. Why don't you shower and dress and then we can talk about the assignment."
Mona rose slowly from the bed. She was not really back from wherever she went with her orgasms and she felt languorous and tingly. As she stepped into the shower she thought about the new assignment, "maybe just once I can make with three guys at one time-I'll have to pack my enema bag just in case."
Mona dressed quickly. She hated under clothes so dressing was a matter of jeans, shirt and shoes.
She left her hair long but tied it with a demure pink bow to keep it from cascading over her face and shoulders.
Harold sat on the sofa in the sitting room of the suite. He stood when she came in and reddening slightly he said, "Mona, I'm sorry I spoke as I did. Actually, it was my ego talking."
"I know Harold. You have to reconcile yourself to not letting your sexual prowess get mixed up with your ego. I love to come. No man could possibly hope to keep up with my appetite-hell I don't know how I keep up myself sometimes," she smiled. "I'll tell you this you're one great lover-gentle, kind, and strong. If you're up to it maybe you'll let me come back to you when this job is over."
Harold smiled, "I'd be thrilled to have you back anytime Mona."
"No ego shit. You will be my main man but never my only one. Those have to be the conditions," she said looking wistful.
"I accept the conditions. Now to work," he said patting the cushions next to him on the sofa.
Mona kicked off her shoes and sat cross legged on the sofa watching Harold as he spoke.
"You are to try and find out what Kurt Dieterle is up to. Jo is certain that since his arrival on the scene something isn't kosher with 'Dry Rain'. First off they're making too much money.
"Secondly, Dieterle has co-opted Loki. She is bright enough to know something fishy is happening but just what she cannot even guess.
"Thirdly, Loki is kind of a nut. We now know that she and Dieterle broke into the room of an American doctor at the Russell. They were looking for some keys Dieterle hid in a bag of Loki's that the doctor picked up at customs.
"We also know that they had sex in front of the doctor and that Loki then tried to screw the guy. Apparently she wound up creaming all over his pant leg because he wouldn't play."
Mona asked, "I don't get the sex part. They break into a guy's room and then fuck in front of him. Were they on something?"
"Loki says no. She says Kurt is very strange. He likes having sex in front of people and yet won't screw while they're with 'Dry Rain'-even though everybody has a private room. Loki says she goes nuts waiting to get to a place where Kurt will have sex with her and he won't let anyone else touch her."
"I can sympathize with her there," Mona said grinning at Harold.
"I guess you could at that," he said grinning back. "Well here's your job. Since you're a hell of a lot brighter than poor Loki we want you to find out if Dieterle or Flannery, the lead guitar player, or anyone else in that group is up to illegal stuff. Drugs, money laundering or worse. If they are we'll drop them quick as a wink."
"Ok. But how do I get information back if this Dieterle keeps both of us girls prisoner?"
"Either Vanessa or I will show arrive unexpectedly once a week. You will have to be especially nice to the bosses right?"
"You've got one problem there buster. I don't like women and I especially don't like dykes so don't send Vanessa," she said with considerable vehemence.
"I know. Loki goes either way so she can carry information if Vanessa is the contact. By the way the cops are definitely in on this. What's more to the point there may be foreign agents involved because of the doc. Watch yourself because I want you back in one piece."
Mona smiled, "I wouldn't mind one piece right now smart guy."
"You're worse than the guys I played ball with," he laughed. "My wildest fantasy never has me messing with eleven guys so your teammates would have been disappointed," she giggled. "I'm ready to move-I suppose I have to bunk in with Loki."
"Yeah. Jo says it would look very funny if the groupies had separate rooms. Especially since the guys know Loki goes either way."
They drove to Westminster. At Victoria Station Mona left Harold and took a cab to the house used by "Dry Rain". She was greeted by one of the bodyguards who knew of her assignment ti the group.
He helped her find the room she was to share with Loki and then took her around the large house that the group occupied.
In the course of the tour she met the rhythm guitar player, George Mortimer, a young, balding, bright eyed Englishman. Otherwise she met no one and heard nothing that would indicate that the house was occupied by professional musicians.
Her escort pointed out the rooms occupied by Kurt Dieterle and by Sean Flannery. The doors to their suites were closed and sported shiny new locks. Mona made a mental note to report the lock changes to Harold at the first opportunity.
Reluctantly she left her escort and walked back to the room she was to share with Loki. She left the door open as she prowled the room searching for what could only be unwashed female underwear judging from the smell. She found the old Louis Vuitton club bag back in the room's only closet. The ripe odor seemed to emanate from there.
Mona carried the bag gingerly into the bathroom. After running the bathtub full of hot water she dropped, piece by piece, every bit of clothing she found in it into the water. Not having soap chips or detergent proved no obstacle. She found a large bar of soap on the tub and, using a small pocket knife she carried in her purse, Mona shaved it into thin strips which foamed up well as more hot water was run over them.
She left the vibrator and condoms in the bag and after zipping it tight carried it back to the closet arid tossed it in. She then took stock of her situation.
Obviously since there was only one bed unless she or Loki could find a man to sleep with they'd have to sleep together. Mona found this disturbing since Harold made no bones about Loki's sexual proclivities.
"That's all I need is to have to sleep with a woman who apparently doesn't wash much and likes girls as much as boys," she muttered.
Mona decided not to unpack her suitcase since the only chest of drawers in the room was filled with Loki's clothes. She had lived out of suitcases before and found it much the best alternative in her current situation.
It was close to tea time when Mona heard noises in the house. She wandered out of the room just as Loki came tripping in her hair disheveled and her clothes in unattractive disarray.
"Hi you must be Mona," Loki said.
"Yep and you're Loki-you must have just gotten laid from the way you look," Mona said matter-of-factly.
"You got that right," Loki said sitting down and reaching under her short skirt to pull off a pair of damp bikini panties. She dropped them on the floor and said, "I'm ready for a good pearl diver now."
"Glad to hear it. I hope you find one among the guys because I don't play with girls," Mona said staring at the befuddled young redhead.
"Shit-you mean you don't go with the wind at all-I thought all of Jo's girls did that. That means I've got to go out and cruise to find a dyke to eat me tonight. God I hate that," Loki shook her head as much in disappointment as in amazement.
She stripped off her clothes and dropped them on top of the bikini panties. "I'm gonna take a bath," she said.
Mona looked over Loki's firm body, large firm breasts and red muff much like a cattle broker at an auction. "She's built for action that's for sure," she thought as Loki disappeared into the John.
"What the hell did you do that for?" she screamed dashing back into the room. Her face was distorted as much by .fear as anger.
"You mean wash your stinking clothes-I did it because they were stinking," Mona said.
"You dumb cunt. Those are not my clothes those belong to Kurt. I carry those dirty things around so that he can smell them before he gets laid. He's ready to kill me over the fuckin' keys so what's he going to do now when he finds out he can't get a hard on?" she sobbed.
"You weren't with him today then?" Mona asked.
"No the keyboard guy and I got it on after he found out that Kurt and Sean had a meeting. They're supposed to be rearranging the band's gigs in France next week," Loki whispered. "Help me get that shit out of the tub. If Kurt smells the keyboard guy on me I'm dead," she said shivering.
"Loki I'm sorry. I'll help you with that stuff then get dressed and start your cruising early. After you get what you're after go on to the hotel and talk with Jo. I'll cover things here." Mona was reluctantly wringing out the garter belts and panties while she talked.
Loki had pretty well decided what she wanted to do with her evening out, providing she could get out before Kurt returned. Having read about certain sexual practices in various magazines she planned to cruise the clubs she used to frequent before Kurt made her a virtual prisoner.
Once the tub was cleared and the clothes hung on a string in the closet Loki bathed and dressed. She donned tight, fly front jeans, a T-shirt over which she wore a sheer snap-button blouse and sandals. Mona checked the route of Loki's egress from the house. Finding it clear she stood and watched as the girl, a red bandanna fluttering from her right hip pocket, ran toward Victoria Street looking for a taxi.
Loki was lucky. She found an empty taxi almost immediately and made the trip to Lambeth much more easily than she had anticipated. She knew she was a bit early but decided to go to her favorite club in order to scout the scene before she settled down to serious cruising.
She climbed the stairs. The raucous music grew louder and her excitement more intense with every step. The room she entered was dimly lit and warm. The smell of cigarettes, sweat and sexually aroused women filled the air. Loki felt her nipples grow hard and her crotch damp as she sought a place to sit and observe.
She found a stool at the bar and ordered a Coke. Loki, despite her sometimes odd behavior never used drugs or alcohol. "I enjoy my body too much to put stuff like that in it," she had told Jo when she was first interviewed.
She would switch to ginger ale or some other pale drink if she needed to appear intoxicated to lure a bed mate for the night. At the moment she was searching for the emblem that would spell a new adventure for her-a red handkerchief in the left hip pocket of some woman's blue jeans.
She watched quietly, swiveling her stool every so often to sip at her drink. The bar tender, a stocky blond woman, turned away just as Loki wanted a fresh drink. Sticking out of the correct pocket was the flag Loki wanted to salute that night.
Loki caught the woman's attention by waving her empty glass. She was in her late thirties, had a pretty face, sensuous mouth and off-blond hair that fell in soft ringlets to her neck. Loki watched almost hungrily as her strong, well cared for hands reached for the empty glass and quickly replaced it with a full one.
Loki reached into her right hip pocket and pulled out a pound note and the red bandanna. As the bar tender picked up the note she whispered, "I'm off at eleven luv."
Loki lifted her drink in a mock toast and said, "thanks, I'll wait."
It was almost eleven thirty when Frostie, the bar tender, hooked her finger through one of Loki's belt loops and smiling warmly said, "I just claimed the prettiest bird in the cage." Holding hands they walked out of the bar and headed for Frostie's apartment.
Loki told her about her life in the states and made up a story about her work in London with a rock group. She remembered the advice one of her beauty school buddies had given her, "always tell your stories close to the truth then you won't get caught in a lie."
Frostie's apartment was in an old building, "it outlasted the blitz," she said proudly unlocking the door. The flat was not much more than a bed sitter although it had its own private bath. It was neat and clean.
"Have a seat luv on the sofa there. I want a nice cup of tea and a bath. There's stuff there to read while I get myself straightened out," Frostie said softly.
Loki watched as the stocky, full breasted blond kicked off her shoes and padded barefoot into the little kitchen. She listened to the sound of dishes being set out and water running as Frostie humming softly bustled about the little room. Frostie padded back into the sitting room her shirt open and her full, pink breasts bouncing enticingly.
Loki her face flushed with excitement whispered hoarsely, "may I help you bathe Frostie."
"Little Loki we both need some attention tonight so when you're ready come on in the water will be fine," Frostie whispered. Then partially closing the bathroom door she started to fill the old fashioned tub.
Loki was out of her clothes in nothing flat, piling them on the sofa. She ran across the room and walked into the bathroom just as Frostie was stepping into the tub. Loki could feel her cunt juices running down her legs as she watched Frostie's big curly blond muff disappear into the lavender scented blue bubbles that filled the huge tub. Frostie sitting quietly in the deep tub reached up and spread Loki's labia and ran a finger into her eager cunt.
"You're one excited, beautiful young lady, " Frostie sighed. She kept her finger in Loki's cunt and let her thumb gently rub the girl's throbbing, stiff clit.
"Oh Frostie please don't stop that feels so good, " she gasped.
Frostie smiling moved her hand away from the excited girl and standing she helped Loki step into the warm water..
Loki shivered with her unsatisfied desire even as she slid into warm tub facing Frostie. Frostie slipped her strong finger back into Loki's throbbing cunt and leaned forward to kiss the girls full, stiff nipples.
Loki whimpered with pleasure and grasped Fros-tie's full, heavy breasts rubbing the pink, hard nipples with her palms. Frostie's legs shivered and she pulled the excited girl to her with her free arm, whispering, "come for me dear-please let me watch you come."
Loki's legs spread wide and she pushed her pelvis firmly onto Frostie's now irresistible fingers. With a squeal of sheer delight her body rocked and Frostie could feel Loki's cunt throbbing and pushing as the girl gasped, "oh Frostie don't let it stop."
After the spasm of delight passed for Loki the two women carefully washed and dried each other. Frostie then took Loki in her arms and crushing her to her breasts and kissing her passionately she whispered, "let's forget the tea and get into bed love."
Naked and glowing from the warm bath they eagerly climbed onto the bed. Loki lifted each of Frostie's breasts to her lips and kissed the nipples before sucking one and then the other noisily.
Frostie rested her hands on the excited girl's head and gently pushed so that Loki's sucking, kissing mouth slid like a river of molten lava over her writhing, eager body coming to rest on her wide open, wet cunt.
Frostie, thrusting her hips in eager desire, whispered hoarsely, "use your fingers and suck it hard baby." Like a puppy worrying a bone Loki's warm, hungry mouth noisily worked at Frostie's thrusting hips as she twisted her fingers gently in the avid cunt. Frostie moved to her own rhythm and suddenly with a softly grunted, "oh, oh" her hips jerked wildly and Loki felt the warm, salty liquid her passion produced.
Panting and flushed Frostie lay, eyes closed, sighing, "it was good little one." Loki sat quietly letting her hands move over the blond woman's sweaty, lustful body.
Frostie slept for a brief time. Loki lay next to her body aching with desire and anticipation. Finally, Frostie wakened and stretched luxuriously. Then reaching for Loki's she kissed her and whispered, "it's your turn love."
Frostie gently pushed Loki down onto the bed and kissed her breasts while gently fingering her wet and ravenous cunt. Loki writhed and whimpered, "please do it, I want to fell it all."
Frostie knelt between Loki's wide spread legs and gently pushed three fingers into her ravening cunt. Loki holding her breasts tightly sighed, "more, oh please do it all."
Slowly Frostie moved her hand back and forth sliding a fourth and then a fifth finger into the now violently thrusting pelvis of the girl. Loki was squirming and grinding her hips as she now clung to the head of the bed. Slowly Frostie closed her fingers and turned her hand back and forth in time to Loki's increasingly faster hip thrusts.
Suddenly Loki shrieked, "oh yes, yes," and Frostie felt the strong and regular sucking and pushing pulsations of her vagina as she quickly dropped into a deep and quiet sleep.
Loki spent that night and all the next day with Frostie. She would not discover until days later that her lust had saved her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
The police Car called by Inspector Greene arrived in a short time. It was clearly marked as a police vehicle and I was hustled into by a burley bobby as if under arrest.
The trip to New Scotland Yard was made with the blue lights flickering and siren sounding. Once at the office building I was escorted to a side door and directed to an unmarked vehicle which took me quietly to a residential area in Highgate. The two police officers accompanying me kept an eye on vehicles trailing us.
At no time did either pain clothed officers speak to me during the drive. After we reached our destination the driver turned and tersely said, "alright doctor this is the house we were instructed to provide safe and secure passage to-knock twice and then ring the bell-good luck sir."
I walked up three stone steps to a small portico and stepping in I knocked and rang the bell as instructed. The police car remained at the curb the two men-apparently planning to linger until my safe conduct was confirmed.
I stood in plain sight for at least two minutes before an spare, gray haired gentleman opened the door. He glanced at me and then at the idling police vehicle before swinging the door wide saying, "welcome doctor I am Leah's uncle Sandy."
As we shook hands, a strong grip by a rough hand, his sharp blue eyes behind gold -rimmed glasses, made a quick assessment of me. He was a bit shorter than I, with sparse, close cropped gray hair. He wore a three piece pinstriped blue suit which was perfectly fitted to his spare frame.
As he led me from the entry hall his ramrod straight bearing was unmistakably military. We entered a large book lined, exquisitely appointed room. From hidden speakers pleasant chamber music flowed softly. Moving to a desk backed by French windows he gestured to a chair placed so that I would face him and the light from the windows.
Clearly 'llncle Sandy' was not the corner grocer nor even the neighborhood physician. He was a man of importance. And one who took his responsibilities seriously.
Although he was pleasant he was clearly ill-at-ease with me. After carefully polishing his glasses and putting them back on he looked at me and said, "while we talk would you like some tea or coffee?"
"Coffee would be fine," I said secretly wishing for something to eat. "Please tell me what I am to call you, sir. I don't believe 'Uncle Sandy' would be appropriate. Do you?"
He chuckled. "Well Sandy without the avuncular prefix will certainly do, doctor."
"Ok. I'm Jason, Sandy."
"Fine Jason. Let's get a few things straight about your situation." There was a soft tapping at a side door and then a pleasant appearing older woman entered carrying a tray loaded with sandwiches, and a bowel of fruit and a large steaming pot of coffee. I did not see Sandy press any button and certainly he never interrupted our conversation to request service.
After setting the heavy try down on a sideboard near Sandy's desk the lady placed a plate, cup and saucer plus necessary cutlery before me on a corner of Sandy's desk. She then did the same for him Sandy. She poured a rich, steaming cup full of well brewed coffee for each of us and after passing the sandwiches she left as quietly as she had entered.
We ate in silence for a few minutes. Sandy leaned back in his chair and sipped the coffee with obvious relish. "For all their accomplishments the British are still deficient in their coffee making ability I find," he said refilling his cup from the pot near at hand.
"I'm afraid I have to agree," I said after hastily swallowing a bit of sandwich. I was truly hungry and was struggling not to make a pig of myself.
We sat for a while longer sipping coffee, he carefully sectioning and eating a blood red orange, I chewing noisily on an apple.
"Alright young man let's get down to it," Sandy said abruptly.
"Down to what, sir?" I replied nervously. I was afraid my relationship with Leah was about to become a source of trouble. "The business of the keys. I hope you realize that you are in very real danger," he said his blue eyes flashing.
"To be perfectly honest I don't know what in the hell is going on. But certainly no one has told me my life is in danger," I said feeling more angry than frightened.
"Jason I will arrange to put you in the picture.
But before I do that tell me do you have any luggage or even any clothing left?"
I shook my head, "I'm lucky to have a passport and travelers checks."
"I'll arrange to send someone to Harrods to get you outfitted," he said rising and moving to a beautiful walnut credenza. "I like a little music and the Schubert has just ended. Do you have a preference? Feel free to suggest anything but that terrible rock stuff," he laughed.
"Mahler's first, Schumann's quintet and any early Mendelssohn," I said trying hard to sound more knowledgeable than I am.
"Good." He opened the cabinet and was selecting compact discs when a soft tapping at the service door interrupted. "Come," he called.
I was surprised to see my old seat mate and recent rescuer Ari enter. "Sandy you want me?"
"Yes Ari send Hortense and Michael to Harrods or wherever they like to get some clothes for our doctor friend. A suit, some shirts, several pairs of jeans, walking shoes, dress shoes the lot," Sandy was really giving me the once over as he spoke.
"Anything wrong?" I asked.
"No just figuring size for you. My father used to be a tailor and I learned much from him years ago," Sandy said smiling.
"Let me sign some travelers checks for you Ari," I said reaching into my jacket pocket.
Sandy now shook his head, "no the police feel they owe you for failing to better protect your property-and we feel we owe you because inadvertently you have assisted us."
"Who's we Sandy?" I asked.
"Best you don't ask just accept us at face value."
I was obviously into something way over my head but exactly what eluded me still.
Ari left. Again, I suddenly realized, Sandy called some one without any overt pushing of buttons or ringing of bells. Sandy completed the selection of music and, as Mendelssohn's A Midsummer Night's Dream sounded softly in the background, he returned to his desk.
"Young Jason you were selected as a courier by a most dangerous group of people. Your selection was based, I am certain, on the similarity of your bag to that of the one carrying the group's contraband-in this case keys," Sandy said.
"I guessed that. But the behavior of the people involved was most strange."
"Let me tell you a story. Some years ago the people I work for discovered a strangely accommodating group of arms dealers. They would supply whatever their customer's might want for a price. They would steal what they could not buy.
"The group was headed by three Germans. One of them has been under constant observation by various concerned agencies. The other two, a woman and a schizophrenic man, of unusual intelligence when mentally competent, have disappeared. We think that the man named Kurt may be that man.
"The reason we are suspicious of Kurt is the bizarre behavior you reported. You see the man we seek would develop odd sexual patterns as his mental illness would relapse. The fact that the man we are looking for has not contacted any of his previous doctors in over a year may indicate that he is running out of essential medication.
"The man himself may well recognize his impending mental breakdown and so seek to resolve his current mission before it happens. Or he may try to get medical aid through robbery of chemists shops or even the kidnapping of a physician," Sandy said his piercing eyes fixed on my face.
"Why didn't he kidnap me? I'm a doctor," I asked naively.
A a rustling sound behind me was followed by Leah's soft, cultured voice saying, "because darling you didn't pass his test."
"What test?" I said turning, heart thumping and bumping, to look at her lovely face.
She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then looking at Sandy she said, "do I explain the facts of life to the Yank or do you sir?"
The Mahler first symphony was in it's humorously funereal second movement as Sandy rose and said, "I'll listen to Mahler's variations on Frere Jacques while you tell your friend what you know."
Leah took my hand in one of hers and led me to a comfortable leather sofa placed in the center of the room. Still holding my hand tightly in her delightfully warm grip she tugged me down next to her so that our hips and thighs rested too temptingly close for my comfort.
Her lovely face brow wrinkled in deliberation Leah said, "Kurt's strange conduct with the girl named Loki in your presence was the behavior pattern of many schizophrenic males. They can get and maintain erections for long periods of time. In fact many women with schizophrenic male lovers will tell you that for sex they prefer them untreated.
"Kurt knew you were a physician. He wanted to see if you would spot his odd behavior and give it a name. You knew it was very peculiar but you didn't know why. You are too young as a physician to have picked up this subtle piece of psychiatric information. There fore for Kurt you were of no use-that is not how I feel about you however," she said laughing so that her face lit up with what I hoped was love. Looking at her and remembering our time together made my temperature, and other things, rise significantly.
We sat holding hands and whispering until the music Sandy had selected stooped. Sandy snoring quietly in his easy chair roused and stretched as if the stopping of the music had been an alarm clock that wakened him.
He glanced at a small carriage clock on the mantle and then rose quickly saying to Leah, "Michael and Hortense are late."
Leah rose and went to Sandy's desk. She sat down in his large chair and waited as if she knew something was about to happen. Within moments the side door from which Hortense had emerged earlier with food and drink opened and Ari entered carrying the same ugly weapon I had seen at the Russell at the ready.
"Hortense and Michael are late," Sandy said quietly.
Ari shrugged and said, "Mike radioed and said he thinks they were made. He would try to lose the adversary team before heading home."
"Everything is ready then?"
Ari looked at me and then at Sandy smiling, "yes we can handle it all if necessary."
About an hour later Hortense and Michael returned. Sandy immediately gave us all instructions, Leah and I were to go upstairs and wait for the dinner call. Hortense was to get dinner ready and Michael was to report his experiences while "shopping". Leah led me up the sweeping staircase to the third floor of the house. Her bedroom suite was large. My new clothes were lying on one of the two beds that stood against the inner wall of the bedroom.
"We will share this bedroom if it's alright with you Yank, " Leah said with a leer.
"What about Uncle Sandy and propriety?" I asked turning red.
"He knows about you and me. I told him I was in love-I hope that's ok?"
I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She clung to me and whispered, "hurry, we have time before dinner."
Kissing and tugging at each other's clothes we finally landed on the unopened bed naked and panting. I took Leah's tiny, pointy breasts alternately into my hungry mouth and sucked her nipples. She squealed and squirmed as I let my eager tongue slide down her tense, avid body.
Her hands rested on my head and she pushed me gently downward until my tongue and lips were kissing and exploring her wet, impatient cunt. She whimpered as my tongue touched her stiff cunt and her hips thrust up to meet my hungry mouth.
My fingers gently rolled her stiff, erect nipples and my tongue stroked her clit and cunt. With a sharp cry, "oh my love," she suddenly stiffened and pulled at my hair. I felt my mouth suddenly fill with her wetness as her supple body shivered and jerked with orgasmic spasms. She held my face to her wet, throbbing cunt and lay panting and whispering, "my lover I love you."
After a surprisingly short while she wriggled into a sitting position and whispered, "come let me love you my darling Yank."
I sat up facing her drinking in the wonder of her lovely, tiny and so ardent body. I reached again for her sharply pointed breasts and the tirelessly erect nipples. She squirmed as I kissed and sucked them. Then abruptly she eased me down onto the bed and kissed my mouth hungrily.
Her tongue moved feverishly in and out of my greedy, sucking mouth. Slowly she slid down my shivering body her lips and tongue leaving a trail of sparks and fire where they touched and nipped. Her hands took my throbbing erect and moved slowly up and down the shaft as her warm, wet lips slipped over the glans and her tongue explored it teasingly.
I held her head and thrust my hips eagerly at her until with a soft groan I lost all restraint and exploded into her soft, sucking mouth. She squealed softly and kept moving her lips and hands up and down the shaft of my cock until it grew limp in her grasp.
She lid slowly up my panting , sweaty body and whispered, "you taste as good as you look, isn't that remarkable?" Lying side by side and holding each other tightly we dozed.
A soft buzzing sound roused us. Leah glanced at the clock and whispered, "I'll shower first-lay out the new dark stuff Michael bought for you-then you can shower while I dress."
I sensed an urgency in her manner although she moved without undo haste. I had unpacked the new clothes and picked out the black turtle neck shirt, black twill pants and heavy dark hiking boots the shoppers brought back for me. My underclothes were of British make and not what I was used to. I had no choice but to lay those out for use also.
Leah came out of the shower and said, "hurry please darling-stop looking at me like that we have no time for games now."
I ran to the bathroom and since the shower was still running it took me only a a couple of minutes to bathe. I dried and hurried into the bedroom. Leah was dressed and sitting on the bed. If it were possible her attire was more somber than what I had selected.
"I will give you instructions while you dress," she said in an authoritative voice that was new to our relationship. "Our perimeter here has been breached!"
"Perimeter? Breached what the hell-"
"Jason shut up and listen to me," her face was red and she was obviously angry. "This is a mission facility of my government. The people who spotted Michael have apparently decided to break in and perhaps destroy it. We are not under siege but may well be shortly. "You and I will leave together."
I was now fully dressed and Leah handed me a heavy black leather jacket. "Put that on and keep it on. In the inside pockets are your passport, travelers checks, and an introduction to the following friendly governments-pay attention now; United States; Canada; Israel; Great Britain; and Egypt.
"Should you and I get separated go to one of those embassies or missions and they will offer you shelter."
There was now a soft buzzing from the bedside table, three short-pause-three short.
"Let's go Yank, " Leah said jumping up and heading for the closet.
I followed afraid to ask any questions. Leah slid several garments of hers across a metal rod and reached for on or just above the rod on which clothes hung-a metal door perfectly disguised as a part of the closet wall slid back and revealed a small elevator. We stepped in and Leah pushed a one of the three buttons on a panel. The door closed and we began a silent descent.
"I assume you don't know how to use a gun," she was smirking.
"Shot gun-not hand gun," I tried to smirk back.
Bending down she opened a small door near the floor of the elevator and with a deftness that startled the hell out of me she tossed a twelve gauge shotgun at me. I damned near dropped it. "It's loaded Yank
-just take the safety of before you try to fire it
-you know that don't you?."
She stood up and had an ugly looking weapon
-just like the one Ari carried-in her dainty hands.
"What the hell is that?" I asked stupidly.
"An Uzi-it works a bit faster than a shot gun," she laughed. She bent down again and stuffed three magazines for her weapon in various pockets. Then she tossed me a box of shells saying, "don't waste them."
She slammed the cupboard door closed just as the slow moving elevator stopped. The lights suddenly went off and then the door slid open revealing nothing but a pitch black hole that smelled musty.
From somewhere off to our left Sandy's voice, sounding like he was in an echo chamber, said, "good you made it. Move off to the right-is the doctor armed?"
"Yes," Leah said in a stage whisper.
"Hope he knows how to use it," Ari said chuckling softly.
"Leah what the hell are we into here?"
"Darling, it's really your fault these nasty people want to kill us all-you and that girl friend of your who stunk up those lovely gray slacks," she giggled.
Suddenly there was an explosion and dust and small bits of concrete fell around us.
"They blew the door Sandy-there goes all your fancy music. That charge was twice what they needed-poorly trained semipros is my guess," Ari said quietly.
Everything remained quiet for about ten minutes. Suddenly there was another explosion from above followed immediately by a man screaming. This was followed by a lot of yelling, none of it understandable, and then quiet again.
"You got one Ari," a soft female voice from my left said.
Leah sighed, "thank goodness Hortense made it
-I thought they may have trapped her upstairs."
"What happened? Why all that screaming?" I asked.
"Ari built in a couple of booby traps around the house. Just enough to blow some fingers or a hand off. We don't want to kill the people who break in just arrange for them to need lots of medical help
-easy to trace," Leah whispered.
From somewhere in front of me I hard a voice, speaking in normal tones say, "they're going. Driving a van and a battered old Cortina-unreadable identity of course."
"That's Michael, he's been out front watching what the bad folks have been doing," Leah said. "My guess is will be leaving here shortly now."
"Why not go back-the trouble's gone," I said.
"Probably not gone. If they didn't get what they came for-and they didn't-they would have left enough stuff to blow up the building," Leah said. There was some noise off to my right and Sandy spoke sharply, "into the cars-follow Michael down the west tunnel-quickly, quickly
-they left short timers on they're stuff. Amateurs," he said in disgust.
We followed a small bobbing flashlight just ahead. Leah held my hand tightly and guided me unerringly through a damp, cobwebbed tunnel. Everyone moved quickly and we were out on the street a good hundred yards from the house when it suddenly seemed to collapse and burst into flames. Dust and pieces of brick and masonry fell all around the street
-Ari holding a small radio spoke into it and moments later sirens could be heard coming from all directions.
Leah dragged me to a lovely red, Jag quietly idling a few feet from us. Sandy hopped into the driver's seat and we were long gone by the time the firemen arrived.
Our destination was an old warehouse in the City of London. It was something out of a Sax Rohmer novel. The Thames was splashing close by and the dampness was palpable. Nevertheless, it was comfortably furnished and as Sandy said, "here they won't find us. So now we can get something to eat."
CHAPTER SIX
Mona was ready for dinner and more than ready to meet some of the "Dry Rain" group. She dressed in Jeans that fit like a second skin and a cotton shirt that would have won her a wet T-shirt contest. Then, before she leaving the room she piled some spare pillows under the bed clothes so that anyone looking into the unlit room would think the bed was occupied. She headed for the floor below where she knew the rhythm guitar man, George, had his rooms. As she approached his door she heard the soft mumble of male conversation. Knocking softly she called, "George, it's Mona, how about dinner?."
"George opened the door and smiling pleasantly he said, "come on in and meet Marty, the drummer."
"Hi Marty," Mona said taking a long look at the big, strong Dane that she had hoped to meet during her sojourn.
"Hi Mona, we were wondering if you and Loki would like to get fish and chips tonight," he said with a hint of an accent.
"Loki is not around. But the idea of eating appeals to me," she said smiling. "Where's are the rest of the crew?"
George looked at Marty, brow wrinkled quizzically, "we really don't know. Kurt and Sean left early and they called Herman, the bass player, to join them a couple of hours ago." He shook his head. "We have a couple of new numbers that really need work but we sure can't do it without the whole crew. Let's go eat."
The three of them walked out of the house arm-in-arm. They did not bother to lock the doors. They strolled off into the pleasant night seeking food and beer. It took them a over an hour of bouncing from one pub to another before Mona could convince them that she was hungry, "and horny she muttered to herself."
They returned to the house close to nine in the evening. The place was quiet. Mona was clinging tightly to Marty's arm her breast resting firmly against it.
"Shit if he can't feel that stiff nipple he's dead," Mona thought.
They went back to George's room. Marty pulled Mona over to the large bed that was covered with a delightfully soft down comforter. They kissed long and hard. George had gotten out of his chair and was running his hands up Mona's legs as Marty kissed her, whispering, "let's all three of us get it on;"
"God I'd sure like that," Mona said hoarsely.
The room was dimly lit but she could see the bulge in both men's pants. Her breasts and nipples were so full she was sure she would tear her tight shirt. Kissing each of the men passionately she opened her shirt and slid out of it while Marty diligently tugged at her skin tight jeans.
George went to his dresser and returned with a large box of condoms which he placed near at hand. By the time Mona had nestled onto the bed both men were naked, their cocks invitingly large. Mona took a prick in each hand and brought them alternately to her eager mouth.
She could feel her cunt and thighs getting wetter by the second. Slipping George's throbbing cock in her mouth she moved her head up and down letting her teeth slide along its shaft. Meanwhile she tugged firmly at Marty's big dick pulling him toward her now soaking wet cunt.
Marty grabbed a condom from the box and sighed as he slipped the sheath over his now palpitating cock. Mona's hips were raised in eager anticipation of his big, pink prick filling her avid cunt. She whimpered with joy as she guided it into the center of her being. Her mouth was sucking hungrily at George's full cock, her legs thrashed furiously and randomly as release for her was now moments away.
Marty pounding and grunting came quickly his cock beating furiously in Mona's grinding cunt.
As she felt him move within her she screamed and stiffened. Her body felt like one large throbbing, sucking cunt and asshole. She did not lose hold of George's delightful cock which exploded into her open panting mouth moments after her orgasm swept her into never-never land.
Sweating and panting all three lay on the soft down comforter. Mona knew her need had been enhanced not satisfied by this brief and heated encounter.
She had long ago learned that in sex as in everything else in life you can only get what you want by asking.
Rolling seductively onto her side, her long black hair falling fetchingly over one breast, she whispered, "I'd like you two to fill my hungry ass and cunt."
Marty said, "give me a few minutes and I'll try to fill all of your orifices. Your sure know what to do with that lovely body."
"I want to go up stairs and get ready if you guys are willing-I'm sure needing," she said sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
"I'm ready, George said standing next to Mona, his large cock once again erect. "Let me give you a robe so you're not running the halls naked and giving other guys, if they're back, ideas."
Mona, wearing an expensive paisley silk robe, trotted barefoot through the house. It was as quiet as a tomb. Climbing the stairs to her room she paused momentarily because she thought she heard a noise. Deciding it was nothing more than the wind she walked on to her bedroom.
As she opened the door she knew immediately something was amiss. There was a strong smell of cordite in the room.
A Marine officer she had lived with for a while had taught her how to use his pistol and carbine. He used to say, "the smell of cordite makes me want to blow my wad into you doll." She smiled even as she dropped to the floor as he had taught her, "he talked more about fucking and did it less than any man I've known."
She smelled another familiar odor as she lay prone just outside the doorway. At first she didn't recognize the smell. She was too busy trying to decide on her next move. She could see a thin line of light coming from the closet where she and Loki had hung the washed underthings-"that's what the other smell is, the smell of those dirty clothes. My god could Kurt's woman be in there?" she murmured.
She had managed to slide away from the door so that she could see without being seen. Mona was fearful of getting to her feet. "Face the enemy," her Marine had said, "how else you gonna know what he's doing?"
The closet door a swung wide and a large female form was silhouetted against the light. The woman's hair was unkempt and piled wildly atop her head. She was easily six feet tall and had a box-like figure. Grunting and swearing in German she moved into the bedroom carrying her clothes in one arm and the Vuitton club bag in the other.
When the bedside lamp went on Mona was not surprised to see that the woman's face matched the body to which it was attached. Her features were coarse, her double chins wobbled as she moved and even modest exertion made her sweat profusely.
Afraid to move Mona lay watching as the woman dumped the condoms and Loki's fancy vibrator out of the bag and threw her clothes into it. As the woman turned back to the closet Mona, relying on her bare feet and the darkness of the hallway rose and ran to the stairs and down to George's room.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," George said jumping up as she burst in.
"Something bad is happening," she gasped. Both men listened to her recounting of the events upstairs and decided to call for police help.
George went to the phone on the first floor while Marty kept watch on the stairway from a slightly opened door. Mona reluctantly got dressed.
It was just as George started to return to his room that they all heard the heavy tread of the German woman coming down the stairs. Marty and Mona remained hidden in George's room and George sought refuge in a small visitor's closet near the entry way. She stopped to use the phone George had used only moments before.
Speaking in very broken English she asked for Kurt. When Kurt apparently came to the phone she began to speak rapidly in German. Mona understood nothing of what was said except Loki's name. After completing the call she strode out the door carrying Loki's much traveled club bag.
The police arrived minutes later while Mona and the two men were still debating whether to go upstairs to see who, if anyone, had been shot. Two of the officers quickly climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Moments later they came stumbling down coughing and gagging.
"Get out the place is on fire," they shouted almost in unison.
The policeman who had stayed with Mona and the two men calmly picked up the phone and called the fire department. Only then did everyone make a dash for the front door.
The fire trucks arrived quickly and effectively contained the blaze to the room Mona and Loki occupied. All of Loki's clothes were destroyed by the fire, which had been set by the German women, started in the closet. Mona's clothes smelled strongly of smoke but survived the blaze since they had remained in her suitcase.
There was no body in the bed. The pillows Mona had stuffed under the bedclothes had several bullet holes. The police were intensely interested in this. So much so in fact that they took George, Marty and Mona to the station house for questioning.
Mona was particularly careful not to reveal her real purpose in being at the house. She felt that Harold Sher should be the first to know of her suspicions and the goings on involving the rock group. She hoped that her name in the papers coupled as it would be with the attack on the residence of "Dry Rain" would alert him to the situation.
By a little after eleven the three had been released by the police. They flagged a cab and George assumed command of the party. "I know an after-hours place where we can get some fairly decent food and drink. It's not exactly the kind of club any of us would pick, ordinarily, but a couple of good friends run it so we'll be welcome."
After giving the driver the address all three sat back. Mona, sitting between the two men softly asked "is the party we planned still on?"
"Hell yes," that's the only thing that kept me from telling the police all I knew about that woman at the house," Marty laughed. "I didn't want to spend all night with the cops when we have better things to do."
"What more do you know Marty? And George please ask the driver to find an all night chemists shop please," Mona asked as she turned to face Marty.
While George spoke with the driver Marty said, "I understand German. She told whoever she was talking with that, 'unless they found the keys very soon they were all as good as dead.' Then she said she had killed that dumb redheaded bitch Loki because she lost the keys."
Mona shook her head, "I don't know what could be going on. We sure were lucky to avoid that cow."
The cab slowed in front of a brightly lit shop. The driver turned and said to Mona, "this shop has most things ladies might need?"
Mona hopped out and walked quickly into the shop. She needed a new enema bag, among other things, since all of her toiletries had been destroyed by the fire. She was speedy about her shopping and returned carrying a large well wrapped package. The driver then sped them on to their destination.
George had guided them to a fashionable and popular gay night club. As they were led to a table near the back of the room by one of George's friends Mona spotted Loki. She was dancing with an attractive, buxom blond woman. Mona was tempted to try and attract her attention but a brief glance was sufficient to convey to her the fact that much more than dancing was going on between the two women.
After ordering a sandwich and a soft drink Mona headed for the bathroom. She was acutely aware of four women at one table eying her and whispering as she passed. By the time she reached the loo she knew she was in trouble. One of the four women had followed her in and moving quickly had blocked the stall she was heading for.
Mona turned to leave when the woman, thin and muscular with dyed red hair, tiny breasts with erect nipples grabbed her by her long, sleek black hair and pulled so that she staggered and dropped to her knees.
Laughing harshly the strange woman said, "now that your down there turn around and eat this." Mona was able to turn her head enough to see the matted black pubic hair of her attacker filling the open fly of her jeans.
Whispering seductively, "let go of my hair and will make it a wild party," Mona turned toward the woman as she felt the grip on her hair relax. "This woman is old enough to know better," Mona thought.
Mona shifted her weight and rising quickly she butted the dyke just below her rib cage. The woman grunted and gasped as she crashed into a lavatory and slid unconscious to the floor.
After using the loo and washing her hands Mona glanced at the now supine woman and saw that she was breathing quietly and evenly. Walking back to her table with regal grace she stopped at the one where attacker had been sitting and said sweetly, "your friend should never have sex with strangers. She passed out in the crapper."
The other women rose and rushed to their fallen friend's assistance as Mona moved on to her table. She looked around before sitting down and saw Loki and her friend walking off the dance floor. "Hi, Loki she called across the room." Loki smiled and dragged Frostie over to meet Mona, George and Marty. She had told Frostie of her life with the rock group. She was thrilled that this chance meeting would let her accomplish the two things she had promised she would do; end her job with Jo and arrange to get all of her clothes moved into Frostie's flat.
As Mona and the boys ate Loki told Mona about her plans and the change in her life style. Mona nodded and told her about the attack at the house. Loki paled but Frostie, taking her hand, said, "now we can both go north to that school I told you about. Good way to hide out and learn a real trade at the same time darling."
Loki told Mona she had reported to Vanessa about the locks in the house being changed. Other than that she had avoided all contact with Jo, Vanessa and Harold because Frostie had a bad feeling about what had been happening lately. Loki was concerned about losing contact with Jo chiefly because she had a lot of money due her.
First, Mona assured her that her secret was safe. She also felt confident that Harold could arrange to get Loki her money without undue risk. "Do you need money now Loki?" Mona asked.
"No. Frostie is working so we'll make it until I can get on my feet," she said blushing.
Mona reached into her purse found two hundred pound notes and shoved them into Loki's hand. "Take it. You're always safer if you have money to hide out with. Both of you should get out of town now," she said softly.
Frostie leaned over and kissed Mona on top of. her head and whispered, "bless you-I'll get word to you somehow about where we are so if there's more money for my doll you can send it."
Marty and George had listened to the conversation quietly. Now Marty said, "Loki use my parent's address in Denmark as place to exchange letters. They will mail things out for you and to you. I'll talk with them about it. I owe you that little bit for all the good times we had together." His face was beet red as he finished his little speech.
"Thanks to you all," Frostie said dragging Loki toward the door and safety.
Mona was restless. The brief encounter in the restroom had made her craving for some good bedroom activity truly intense. Running her hands playfully up the inner thighs of both her companions she said, "let's get out of here and into bed guys."
The thought of going back to a house that might still pose a threat and would certainly smell of smoke made the three pause to discuss the best location for their party. Marty spoke first, "there's a hotel where my Danish friends go when they come to London. Let's try it."
All agreed. A short cab ride later found them in front of an old fashioned hotel with a spacious lobby and accommodating personnel. They were, despite having no luggage, quickly escorted to a large two bedroom suite. Mona claimed one bathroom and bedroom for herself and disappeared almost immediately.
George and Marty flipped to see who would get to use the other bathroom first. George won and was pleasantly surprised to find that the large bathroom had, among its many luxurious amenities, two fluffy terry cloth robes. He laughed softly as he thought, "tonight I'm going and coming in style."
Mona too was pleased with the comfortably warm bathroom and the prospect of snuggling into a terry robe. After carefully preparing herself with one of the items she bought she took a long hot shower. Then, spraying herself with generous amounts of her favorite perfume, also purchased at the chemists shop, she slipped into the robe and padded out to the sitting room of the suite.
Both men gazed longingly at the sensuous girl as she approached them and quietly asked, "which bedroom should we use?"
George taking one of her graceful hands in his led her to the nearest bedroom. Marty eagerly followed. They had all dropped their robes by the time they reached the bed.
Mona kissed them both ardently, her tongue moving furiously in and out of her lovers' mouths. She was so aroused that she could barely contain her desire. Whispering to the two men hovering near, "there are rubbers in the robe I dropped," she rolled onto her side. Squeezing her full, aching breasts she brought her legs up to her chest and moaned, "don't make me wait for God's sake."
Marty gently rubbed his throbbing, sheath covered, cock against her soft, rosy asshole. Mona whimpered, "fuck me please," her hips moving involuntarily as she guided George's stiff cock into her vibrating, wet cunt.
Joyfully pinned between her two handsome and ardent lovers Mona thrust and ground her hips. Rubbing her luscious breasts and stiff nipples with her palms she came quickly with body shaking intensity. Squealing with delight she drifted joyfully into a world of seemingly endless orgasmic bliss.
Within moments of Mona's orgasm both men erupted within her. The beating of their cocks sent sheets of lightening-like joy through Mona's already enraptured body.
Long after the men, spent and panting, lay inert on either side of her Mona's cunt and asshole squeezed and sucked at their flaccid organs. She whimpered and moved inadvertently as the spasms of her joy ebbed slowly.
Finally, all three fell asleep. It was hours later that George rose and gently slid out of Mona's now relaxed grasp. He moved hurriedly to the bathroom.
Marty followed not long after. The two men showered and dressed and then decided that a call to the residence of "Dry Rain" was in order.
George placed the call and after identifying himself he stood and listened. His face grew red with anger as the person on the other end of the line spoke loud enough so that Marty could hear the noise though not the words from several feet away. Finally, George spoke, "listen you dumb sonovabitch, you were the one away all day. If you want to rehearse now Marty and I will come in. If you just want to make more trouble go to hell. I'll call back after we've had breakfast."
"What's going on George?" Marty asked.
"Sean's raising hell because we're not available to rehearse. You heard what I said. I think I'm gonna quit this bunch-I don't have a contract do you Marty?"
"Nope-let's go eat and let Mona sleep."
After the two men left Mona, who had faked sleep during the various exchanges on the phone and between the two men, rose and went into her bathroom. Showering and shampooing her luxurious hair took considerable time. Finally, she dressed carefully despite the fact that her clothes were not fresh.
Talking to herself as she applied make-up sparingly, "I'll give the boys the slip and go shopping. Then home to Harold and maybe a solution to what is happening to the group."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Leah and I ate like we had never seen food before. The meal that Hortense somehow managed to cook on short notice and in new facilities was little short of magnificent. I noticed that Ari, Sandy and Michael managed to pack the food away despite an ongoing conversation that Leah and I were not privy to.
Finally, with a groan of satisfaction Ari stood and said to all of us, "it's time to start clearing this business up. We can't keep losing Sandy's fine collection of compact disks-it's too damned expensive."
Then looking at Leah he said, "if I have your permission I would like to check out the places I think the keys might fit."
"Yes but take Michael and at least two of the team as back up. This is either a group of crazies or a bunch of amateurs playing for big money."
I sat open mouthed. "What the hell kind of a job does the girl I want to marry have?" I wondered silently.
Leah watching my face started to laugh, "he's not dense just easily confused," she said taking my hand. "I'm not leaving you tonight but I do have to talk with Ari. So you let Sandy explain what is going on." Kissing me lightly she walked out of the room followed by Ari and Michael.
Sandy moved from the large dining table to an old, leather covered sofa. The leather was as soft as butter. Sitting down with a soft sigh he picked up a small remote control device and aimed it at a large wood paneled wall. Music filled the barn like room immediately.
"After a good dinner I relax best with Schubert and Dvorak-this is a piano quintet of Dvorak's-good for the digestion doctor." Before settling down he asked, "how would a little brandy sit with you while we talk?"
"Great."
He moved to the sideboard near the large dining table. After opening one of the doors he brought out an old, dusty looking bottle and poured two snifters half full of dark brown liquid. Handing me one of the glasses he said, "there are many things the French don't do well but their brandy excuses much. This is an old armagnac that I particularly favor.
I sipped the liquid tentatively. Every brandy I had ever tasted seemed to set a fire burning from mouth to navel. This, however, was smooth and pleasantly glowing as it melted in my mouth.
"My God, I've never tasted anything like this before. It's marvelous."
He smiled. "My father would be pleased. He bought a case of this many years ago. I have two bottles left." Then settling down on the sofa he said, "doctor I wish to clarify as much of this situation as I can for you. Please save your questions until I have finished my explanation. "As you already know this is a foreign mission. We, however, cooperate fully with the British and Americans in dealing with both terrorist activity and illicit drug dealing.
"We have been aware for sometime of a group that uses drug dealing to provide funds for terrorist activity. We, and the British, have not been able to identify them and so could not determine precisely how they did their dirty work.
"Your involvement was oddly fortuitous. You came to our attention because of the way your flight reservations were handled. The people who made your travel arrangements expressed unusual concern for your safety. We wondered why. After all, if you were a government agent you would have merited your government's protection. On the other hand if you were an agent for a criminal group why call attention to your existence?
"It occurred to us that you might very well be a decoy. Hence the interest our agents displayed during the flight. Yes Leah and Ari are agents-Leah is the boss of the group here in England.
"Once they were satisfied that you were just what you are, a young doctor on vacation, their interest in you as a suspect waned. Fortunately, for all concerned, Leah found other reasons to be interested in you. Chance, serendipity, fate-call it what you will-entered the picture and brought us all together. For good I hope." Settling back he sipped his brandy before saying, "any questions?"
"Too many. Most important to me is my relationship with Leah. I am very fond of her, sir, but from what you have just said I, apparently, have been merely a means to an end where she is concerned."
Leah's voice, behind me, cracked like a whip in cold air as she said, "like hell you were. Since you won't say it I will-I love you and regard you only as a means to an end that leads to having a family.
Now it's up to you."
I turned while she spoke and saw the tears running down her lovely, flushed cheeks. I went to her and kissed her not daring to do more with Sandy still sitting and sipping his brandy.
"Will you marry me," I whispered in her ear.
"Of course you ninny--once this business we're mixed up in is over," she murmured holding me close and kissing me fiercely with each word.
We cuddled on the couch listening to the music Sandy had selected fill the still damp room. Unlike English homes the warehouse offered no fireplace much less central heating. I was becoming uncomfortably chilled and saw that Leah's bare arms were covered with goose pimples.
"Is there someplace we can go to get out of this damn dampness," I whispered.
Leah snuggled closer and shivered. "I'm cold too but I don't want to leave Sandy alone. I'll wait for Ari and the team to report. Let me show you where you will sleep. You, at least, can get some rest."
She slipped out of my grasp and moved quietly to a door on the far side of the room. I followed close behind. Moving through the door we entered a large room filled with boxes and bales all neatly stacked. The room was even more damp and cold than the one we had just left. I was a storage area sufficiently well lit so that I could see a rickety appearing wooden staircase against one wall.
Leah led me to it. As we climbed up to the next floor I realized that its rickety appearance was nothing more than clever camouflage. At the head of the staircase there was a heavy metal door. Leah reached into her skirt pocket and brought out a small bunch of keys. Selecting one she inserted it into a small slot and there was a soft ping immediately followed by the door swinging open silently and automatically. We entered a warm, dry, softly lit corridor. The door we had come through closed quietly behind us only seconds after we had cleared it.
Taking my hand Leah walked briskly to a wooden door halfway down the plushly carpeted hallway.
"This is my suite. We've set this facility up to serve as a siege site," she said as she used another key to open the door. It, like the first door, made a soft noise before swinging open automatically. The door to the suite, like the staircase outside, was a fine illustration of camouflage technique. It looked like wood but was made of a heavy metal. Turning to me as we stepped into a dimly lit room Leah put her arms around my neck and kissed me hungrily. With her pelvis pressed hard against my quickly, and painfully erect penis she murmured, "God how I need you darling-we just don't have time., Let me get my sweater-I'll be back soon. Stay here." Then after turning up the lights she moved quickly to a small closet and pulled a heavy wool cardigan sweater from it.
Turning back she stared salaciously at my crotch and giggled, "it's ready-just keep it that way because I have a good idea of how to use it tonight."
She opened the door with a key and smiling warmly she said, "you know you're not exactly a prisoner-you can get out of here without the key-but I won't tell you how just now." Nodding toward the far wall she as she left she whispered as she kissed me, "the bedroom and loo are through that door over there. Bye love."
The place was beautifully furnished. I suspected that Leah had selected every stick of furniture, and every piece of artwork in the small, comfortable living room. Off to one side was a tiny Pullman kitchen. I opened the fridge and found food store( in the freezer compartment and soft drinks and beer in the cooler area.
I strolled over to the door Leah had indicated as opening onto the bedroom and John. It, like the others, was of heavy metal with a wood veneer. At first I could find no way to open it. However, as felt along the door frame I found a small button which triggered the now familiar beep and the silent swinging of the heavy door. "Damned stupid to have a opener outside if the door is to protect someone inside," I thought.
The bedroom was as feminine as my lover. It was done in pink and white. The bed was large and covered with a heavy goose down comforter. I moved on to the John and found it commodious-a large shower, separate tub. It even had a bidet. Opening the medicine cabinet I found a note, "your shaving things are all here-I hope you will use them before I get back. Love, L."
"How the hell did she do that?" I wondered.
After using the facilities I walked over to the closet and found not only a reasonably good wardrobe of Leah's but all of the stuff Hortense and Michael had selected for me before the raid on the house. Their efficiency in the face of adversity was remarkable.
There was really nothing for me to do so I decided to follow Leah's advice and clean myself up. I took a long hot shower. Then slipping on a plush terry cloth robe I found in a small heated closet in the bathroom I shaved.
Once I finished my ablutions I wandered around the small suite and finally crawled into bed. My fatigue must have been greater than I realized because I must have fallen asleep immediately. How long I slept I don't know. A soft sound from somewhere in the darkened room roused me. I lay quietly trying to orient myself when a vision of pure loveliness appeared in the doorway. Leah stepped into the room dressed in the filmiest of nightgowns.
"You were so peacefully asleep I didn't want to wake you, darling, " she said running eagerly to the bed and kissing me with fierce passion.
I slipped my arms around her and our tongues met in a flashing duel of ardor and desire. I moved one arm so that I could lift the hem of her nightgown. Slipping a hand up to her firm breast I took her rigidly, erect nipple between my fingers and rolled it gently. She sighed and squirmed. Her delicate hands clung to me as she pressed her pelvis against my erect penis, her hips moving reflexively.
Pushing her ardent body away she slipped out of her nightgown and took my face in her hands whispering, "darling take me from behind please."
She moved onto her hands and knees her slim buttocks in the air her wet, lush pubic muff glistening in the dim light of the room. I moved behind her and kissed her buttocks as I reached for her breasts. Her right hand lifted my throbbing cock and guided it into her warm, wet, ardent cunt. As I slid deeply into her she squealed and her hips thrust with increasing strength and speed at my throbbing cock.
She moved with wanton abandon, her hands clutching at the bed clothes, her hips thrusting and grinding with wild frenzy. Suddenly she cried out, "I'm coming my love," and her lovely, little body shook with her orgasm.
I could not resist the sucking, pounding of her avid cunt. I came explosively my cock moving furiously against the tight grip of her vaginal contractions.
My climax set off a new bout of orgasmic delight in my eager lover. She squealed and moved an intense new orgasm swept through her lithe, fervent body. Her vaginal spasms squeezed and held my quickly flaccid penis.
Panting and shivering Leah murmured, "please hold me and stay in me darling while I move."
She rolled slowly onto her side her soft, gentle hand holding my limp cock in her wet, warm cunt.
The bed clothes beneath us were wet. Leah shivered as she pushed her firm, slender buttocks against me.
"Let's both sleep in the wet spot. Pull the comforter over us please my love."
We slept. It may have been an hour it may have been several hours. Since there were no windows in the room-or even in the suite-it was hard to tell the time. I wakened to find Leah sitting like legs crossed and looking like a pixie gently but firmly massaging my not quite erect penis.
"They say, 'where there's no sense there's no feeling' I've been trying to get a response for at least three minutes," she giggled. Her little breasts were full, her nipples standing up like tiny mushrooms, and the rosy blush of desire covered her chest and neck. I reached for her and she groaned as I took her breasts in my hands and rubbed them. Moving quickly she lifted her lovely, supple body so that she could straddle my cock. Lowering herself slowly onto the now throbbingly erect organ she shuddered and squealed. I now clung to her breasts as she began to thrust and buck wild intensity.
Suddenly she shrieked, "oh my God," and her body jerked violently. I felt warm moisture flowing from her onto my belly and into my pubic hair as her ravenous cunt sucked and pushed at my prick. I came grunting and groaning with the ecstasy my ardent Leah brought me.
She slumped forward onto my chest and her hands clung to my shoulders as panting and sweaty she brought her beautiful, lustful body to rest on mine.
"Darling, I love you I whispered."
She shivered and murmured, "even knowing my most awful secret?"
"What secret is that?"
"I come like a man-I can ejaculate when I'm excited. And with you I'm always excited," she snickered softly.
"Some secret. I certainly won't put you in diapers. It would impair certain essential functions," I whispered patting her firm, round butt. We slept again for a while only to be suddenly roused by a soft buzzing that came from the wall against which head of the bed was placed.
Leah rolled off me and got off the bed. she looked like a delightful little elf as she walked to a drum table on the far side of the room and opened its door. She pulled a phone from it and lifting the receiver said, "yes-Leah here."
Her face lit up as she listened. Finally, replacing the instrument she said, "lets dress. Ari is back with good news. He will report to us in about fifteen minutes."
We showered separately having decided that discretion is better than enjoying further indiscretion when time is important. Leah was dressed in jeans and a soft navy blue cotton shirt that covered but did not hide her lovely breasts and their erect nipples.
As I dressed in similar attire I grinned and asked, "are those things always up and ready."
"You are a sexist pig," she said putting her hands up to cover her chest in mock modesty. "I plan on wearing my heavy sweater so only a satyr like you will notice my constant bother because of you," she laughed, "by the way put on a sweater it gets cold in the large room at night."
We walked out of the living quarters hand in hand. As we entered the large sitting room soft music served as a background to the rumble of Ari's deep voice. Sandy was sitting forward, dangling a brandy glass between the fingers of one hand, and smiling.
"Did you have a good rest you two?" he asked as we entered.
"Great," Leah responded moving to Ari and standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "I'm glad you got back safely my friend."
Ari smiled and looked at Sandy. "I think I should start the story. It's late and the police will be here soon."
Sandy nodded and waved his glass questioningly at Leah and me. I nodded while Leah shook her pretty head in reply.
"Doctor do you recall your last words before our little Leah knocked you down?"
"Not really."
"You said, Ari look for some keys'. I thought at first you were referring to the hotel security man's keys. But I quickly realized you were trying once again to provide us with information about your own situation.
"I searched the entire room in all the logical places. No keys. Then applying simple logic I searched the improbable places. They had fallen into the crack between the bottom and the back of the upholstered chair."
"I'll be damned," I muttered, "that's where I dumped everything out of the bag originally."
Ari smiled. "I assumed that, " he continued, "I pocketed the keys. And, since I knew senior police officials would be on the way I got out of the room by acting as if I were continuing to follow your assailants.
"I'm sure that Inspector Greene knew who I was once the young bobby described me. Whether he has known about the keys is a moot question. However, Leah and I have used our sources and identified most of the keys. Tonight I checked out three of the five on the ring.
"All three belonged to rental storage facilities in widely scattered areas of London. Every one fit a small room size locker designed to store personal articles such as furniture. We found, machine guns, hand grenades, rifles and boxes of ammunition and explosives in all three. We also found some papers with the names of Kurt Dieterle, Sean Flannery and Lydia Schumann.
"Everything is now in our warehouse pending the arrival of the police. Do those names mean anything to you doctor?"
"Only Kurt, perhaps-that's what the redheaded girl called the man who broke into my room."
"Leah do you want to tell him about Kurt and Sean or should I?" Ari asked.
At that moment a buzz of interference sounded in the hi fidelity system. It was brief and the music' resumed almost immediately. Sandy and Leah rose and walked to a small table where they reached into the drawer and removed small, very ugly looking hand guns. Ari, stood and picked up Uzi that I had failed to notice lying under his chair.
Moments later the music was interrupted by a brief high pitched whine. Everyone relaxed and has-tily put their hardware away.
A soft series of ch ines brought Hortense hurrying from the kitchen area, "I'll answer the door."
She returned immediately followed by Inspector Greene and a man I had never seen before.
Sandy rose and smiling broadly he said walked to the inspector saying, "how nice to see you again inspector."
Greene smiled and took Sandy's hand saying, "this is Harold Sher, I assume you two know each other."
Sher was a big, blond man, well dressed and alert. His midwestern American accent couldn't be missed. "Yep, Sandy and I have known each other for a while-nice to see you again, Sandy." His big hand engulfed the Sandy's hand as they shook hands with real cordiality.
"May I offer you and our assembled company-oh Harold I don't believe you have met our guest Dr. Keith, a countryman of yours."
Sher stepped over to where I stood and as he took my hand he remarked, "you're the young fellow that set the wheels in motion I understand."
"I am still thoroughly confused by this whole thing," I said rather lamely. "Breakfast sounds good to me-how about it Mervin," Sher said turning to Inspector Greene.
It sounded good to me too. As we all bellied up to the table, Leah, her hand resting on my thigh whispered, "good sex and a good appetite go together." She giggled like a naughty little girl as she squeezed my leg so that I jumped and called attention to our childishness.
After finishing a sumptuous breakfast we all moved to the sitting room. The music still played softly in the background. I finally grasped the fact that it was part of the security system for the mission.
Inspector Greene took center stage immediately.
"We want to hear what you have to say friend Ari."
Ari told him and Sher everything he told the group, including me, earlier. He did not try to hide the fact that he made off with the keys that Kurt and Loki were trying to find.
"Ok. I have some news for all of you now," Greene said after hearing Ari's story. "The residence occupied by the rock group 'Dry Rain' was the site of arson and attempted murder last night. The murder attempt failed because the intended victim has disappeared-Loki-the girl with Dieterle.
"Now we know that Dieterle and a woman by the name of Schumann are part of a terror for hire group. Flannery, the leader of the rock group, is their current employer.
"From what Ari tell's me I assume the two remaining keys in that collection the doctor his so well must be to bank vault boxes-any ideas Sandy?"
Sandy cleared his throat and looking at Sher rather than Greene said, "yes. One box is at a Barclay's office not far from Euston Station the other is in a small bank near the Savoy Hotel."
"Why didn't you open them?" Greene said smiling at Sandy.
"Because we felt that is your job-the money's no good if there are no weapons to sell now is it?"
"You're so right," Greene replied. "May I have the keys to the boxes Ari?"
Ari tossed them to the inspector saying, "alright we gave you what we had let's hear what you've discovered."
Greene sat up and looked over the assembled group. "I think we have a little more data to get. Let's all meet for tea in Harold's digs at the Savoy." Rising and nodding to Harold Sher to follow he walked toward the door calling, "cheerio," over his shoulder.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mona wanted Harold to get all the information she had as soon as possible. She tried calling him before leaving the hotel but he was unavailable.
"Shit. It's just like a cop; never around when you need one," she thought as she walked out of the room.
Suddenly she realized it was well within the realm of possibility that her whereabouts might be known to Kurt or Sean by now. She had no intention of getting hurt or, possibly killed, for Jo Humphries. Stepping onto the elevator she handed the operator a pound note and asked him to direct her to an exit other than the main lobby.
He took her to the ground floor and pointed the way to the loading docks. Mona walked briskly to a Judas door set in one of the large metal loading bay doors. It was open. She stepped out onto the gray, dampness of a London morning.
She walked away from the hotel trying hard to appear nonchalant. She stopped several times at various store windows and used their reflections plus quick glances over her shoulders to see if she was being followed. Finally, she stepped from the sidewalk and flagged a passing cab.
Her first impulse was to ask him to take her directly to the Savoy-she had a key to Harold's suite. Glancing out the rear window of the vehicle she noticed a man she thought she had seen at the club the previous evening just entering a cab also. "Take me to Oxford Circus please," she said to the driver.
As they rode along she glanced back several times and saw that the other cab was still behind them. Leaning forward she tapped the driver's panel and asked, "can you determine if we are being followed."
"Yes, miss-as a matter-of-fact I think we are."
"Can you do anything about it for a tenner?"
"Yes miss. Just hold on a bit."
The driver at first seemed in no apparent hurry to lose the tail. He made the trip to Oxford Circus turned onto Regent Street in a leisurely fashion. Then picking up speed he turned left onto Beak Street and then began a series of twists and turns ultimately stopping at a small hotel near Charing Cross Road.
"Miss, my brother's cab is there at the stand. Quick now get in he'll drive you-we only delayed the other fellow-he'll find me soon enough," the driver said as Mona hurriedly paid him his fare plus ten pounds.
Mona changed cabs as directed. The new driver said as she entered, "slide down miss so you can't be seen." She was antsy as the cab just sat at the stand idling, the driver whistling softly. After a bit he turned and said, "ok miss, whereto?"
"The Savoy. How did you know what to do with me?"
The driver laughed. "Max and me have been driving cabs for years. We have our little signals. I waited until the chap following you went into the hotel-he's lost you now." Mona stepped out of the cab at the Savoy. Despite her definitely unfashionable attire was greeted cordially by the doorman and other hotel personnel as she passed through the lobby on her way to the elevators.
"God, I hope he's here," she thought as the elevator whisked her to the correct floor. She checked the corridor out of a newly acquired respect for prudence and seeing it empty she entered Harold's suite.
"Harold, you here?" She was truly frightened when she received no answer. Kicking off her shoes she moved swiftly and silently to the bedroom. It was empty. She started to turn away when she saw a piece of paper taped to the headboard.
She pulled it off and read, "Mona-it's a deal. I miss you. Please stick around. Love, H."
Sitting down on the bed she started to cry softly. Suddenly she sat up and murmured, "until this moment I haven't thought of my crotch once. I'm either in love or in trouble."
She stripped out of her grungy clothes and tossed them in a pile in a corner of the room. Walking briskly into the commodious bathroom she stepped into the shower and luxuriated in the warm water and rich lathers her soap and shampoo provided.
When she was finished she slipped into a warm robe the hotel provided and sat drying her hair. She suddenly realized how tired she was. The previous night's romp and the stress of her morning ride to the hotel had taken heir toll.
Once her long, shiny hair was dry she headed for bed. Snuggling down between clean sheets and beneath warm blankets she was quickly asleep.
Someone moving about the room wakened her. She had not pulled the blinds yet the room was now dimly lit. She was afraid to move fearing her early morning pursuer had run her to ground. She lay still trying to breath regularly as if she were still asleep.
Keeping her eyes partially closed she watched for any shadow that might pass within her limited view. For a long while nothing happened. Suddenly Harold's bulky form moved into view. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead.
Mona threw her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers kissing him as much out of relief as out of passion.
"My God, you wake up delightfully," Harold laughed, pulling away so that he could look at her.
"I'm so glad to see you. You look terribly tired," she said with concern. "Is everything alright?"
"A long night. I have a few hours now-in fact we have a few hours now-until tea time to be exact." Looking at her longingly he continued, "tell you what; you order tea, with scones and little sandwiches for eight-no make it ten people here in the room. I'll shower and be right back."
Mona shivered with happy anticipation as she picked up the phone and called for the catering service. Then, slipping out of bed she padded into the bathroom to watch as Harold took his shower.
He stood naked outside the shower testing the water as she walked in. His big, well muscled blond form thrilled her unimaginably. She felt the glow of her need spread over her.
Harold looked over at her and winked as he stepped into the stall.
"I won't follow you in but I want you to know you are a beautiful man," she said her voice shaking with emotion.
He called over the noise of the shower, "woman are beautiful men just are."
"Thank goodness you are-and more importantly you are here," she laughed throatily.
She padded back to bed and sat waiting. Mona was almost breathless with the joy of seeing him again. He was naked, his blond hair tousled and glistening with water as he entered the bedroom.
Mona ran to him and began to kiss his mouth, then his neck and breasts. Moving hungrily she fell to her knees and lifted his partly erect cock kissing it and stroking it tenderly before cradling it between her firm, eager breasts.
Harold's hands moved gently over her head stroking her ebony, silky hair. Then grasping her face in his strong hands he gently lifted her to her and brought his face to hers and kissed her with passion and tenderness whispering over and over, "I love you." Mona, shivered as Harold lifted her bodily and placed her on the bed. She put her arms around his broad hairy shoulders and pulled him down onto her trembling body. Kissing him gently she reached for his erect cock and quickly guided him into her yearning center of love.
Her shapely legs enfolded him and almost instantly they found the rhythm their love and lust demanded. Their hips thrust and moved in a harmony of gentle ferocity until Harold stiffened with his powerful climax.
Mona felt Harold's powerful body stiffen. His stiff cock inside her beat fiercely with his intense ejaculations. Suddenly she was engulfed by powerful spasms of delight that swept through wet, eager cunt as it sucked and pushed at Harold's throbbing cock. Mona gripped the powerful body that held her and in a rush of ecstasy she had never before experienced her body jerked and thrashed seeking to consume the source of her indescribable delight.
Panting and sweating the lovers lay clinging to each other. Mona kissed Harold gently and whispered, "I've never loved before-I love you darling."
"And I adore you-and always will," Harold sighed sleepily.
The slept wrapped in each others arms for a long while. Mona wakened first and reluctantly pushed the muscular blond body to one side. Rising she picked up her watch as she moved into the bathroom. It wasthree-thirty and they had guests do round four.
She jumped into the shower, careful not to get her hair wet. Standing beneath the warm shafts of water she reluctantly washed away the smells and feeling of her first experience making love. "Every time before it was just fucking," she smiled as she stepped out of the shower and began to dry her still glowing body.
Then moving into the bedroom noisily she began to dress. She had to call Harold several times before he finally roused. He sat up suddenly and moaned, "my God what time is it?"
"It's late. The shower's running. Get washed and dressed I'll greet the guests," Mona laughed. Kissing him gently she whispered, "I do love you-now get moving."
Harold looked at Mona with a tenderness she had never seen before. She felt her body stir beneath the jeans and navy blue cotton shirt that fortunately covered her arousal.
"Damn it. You get dressed fast or you will be the first lineman in history to be raped by a woman less than half his size," she giggled running from the room.
A few minutes after four the door chimes sounded. Mona opened the door to see a group of people she had never met before. Smiling warmly she shook hands with Leah, Jason, Sandy, Ari and Inspector Mervin Greene. As they filed in the hotel catering service delivered afternoon tea as she had requested. The new arrivalsarranged for their own seating since Mona had to direct the setting up of the buffet table.. Once that was accomplished she turned to the group and said, "Harold should be right out. But I don't see why we need wait for him to eat. Please help yourselves while I pour the tea."
Just as everyone was served Harold came out of the bedroom dressed in a bulky beige turtleneck sweater and brown twill trousers. Mona's heart skipped a beat as she looked at him. Then being careful to disguise her emotions she asked if she might serve him.
Once everyone, including Mona, was served comfortably seated Inspector Greene began to speak.
"We have, as promised, information of interest to all of you I'm certain. Mr. Sher and I found the two vault boxes just where Ari said we would. Both were filled with a great deal of money and nothing else of any assistance; certainly nothing that would identify the holders of the boxes
"However, we had pictures of the principle players in this drama. These we showed to the custodians of both vaults. The gentlemen at the small bank near here identified Miss Vanessa Brown of Humphries Enterprises as the box holder. She had used an alias when she originally leased it and had presented forged documents supporting her alias.
"We have informed Ms. Humphries and she is taking care of the business end of this matter. We don't know exactly everything that has happened but we do know that the terrorist members of the rock group 'Dry Rain' have been stopped and we have one of them in custody. The event leading up to that is not entirely germane to this meeting.
* * *
Vanessa returned from the theater early. She couldn't stand being in Jo's company any longer. Jo had become so aggressively interested in straight women it was upsetting.
Thinking out loud she murmured, "that article said lesbians like Jo were 'Lady Lovers'. It's revolting to watch."
Vanessa had aged well. Her hair had some streaks of gray but she still wore it as she had that memorable night Jo had discovered her secret. Her figure was unchanged. Her breasts were small and her nipples could still stand tall when desire, as now, burned like an unquenchable thirst inside her.
The one change in Vanessa's life was her fetishist attachment to Lydia. Lydia now a fat, sloppy, not particularly clean blond could make Vanessa do anything or say anything in return for an hour or two of rimming and butt fucking.
Lydia had not called while Vanessa had been at the theater. In the past Vanessa could call and Lydia would come over or invite Nessa to her place for a party. Recently, however, Lydia had been very remote and demanding. She would become particularly upset if Vanessa would call her in the evenings. Vanessa hadno information to give Lydia so she had no reason to call her. The last time they had a party was after Loki had called about the new door locks at the house where the "Dry Rain" group was living. Lydia had been thrilled with the news and made love to her until she thought she would never stop coming.
"God I need that now," she said shivering. She began to pace. Vanessa had everything she needed to masturbate anally or any other way but it was Lydia that drove her wild.
She was far too smart to think that .she was in love with Lydia. She knew Lydia was using her. Her compensation lay in the fact that she was using Lydia too.
The phone rang just as Vanessa entered her bedroom. Her chagrin at the childish urgency she felt did not keep her from running like a teenager to answer.
"Nessa it's Lydia. Anything new?"
Barely able to keep her excitement under control she said, "I have little news for you except a bit Jo seemed to let slip this evening."
"Really? Would you like to see me tonight anyway?"
"Yes if you can make it I would love to see you," Vanessa said.
"I'll be there within the hour. Auf Wiedersehen."
Vanessa stripped quickly and showered. Then dousing herself with a cheap perfume she knew Lydia liked she slipped on a pair of men's pajamas and a robe and returned to her sitting room to wait. The doorbell rang. "Unless Lydia was very close by his can't be her," she thought as she ran to the door. She looked through the peephole and there was Lydia, as disheveled as ever, smiling at her.
Vanessa opened the door and Lydia took her in her arms. Lydia's body odor was like an aphrodisiac; as if Vanessa needed one. They kissed passionately and then Lydia pulled away and said, "first tell me what Jo told you tonight then we'll make love."
Vanessa sat on the edge of a chair while Lydia slumped carelessly on the sofa. "All I was able to get from her was a the startling fact that apparently the police have an idea of who might be the would be killer at the 'Dry Rain' residence."
"What do you mean would be killer?" Lydia asked sitting up suddenly.
"That's what I was told exactly-I assumed the someone was assaulted there and survived."
"Anything else? " Lydia said getting up and moving to Vanessa.
Hoarsely Vanessa replied, "nothing more." Her hands moved to Lydia's bulging blouse and quickly opened it so that her hungry mouth could cover the large breasts with kisses.
"Come love let's quiet that little body down," Lydia said drawing Vanessa into the crook of her arm.
Lydia undressed quickly as Vanessa stripped off her robe and pajamas. They kissed passionately and Lydia whispered," you will pearl dive for me first lover," as she pushed Vanessa's delicate face down to her wet, urgent crotch.
Vanessa kneeled at the side of the bed and holding Lydia's monumental breasts in her little hands she let Lydia press her head firmly into the wet, urgent cunt spread before her. Vanessa's proficient tongue quickly found Lydia's bulging, firm clit. She massaged it with increasing speed and pressure until Lydia stiffened and groaned her legs gripping Vanessa's head firmly. Vanessa felt her mouth fill with the warm salty fluid that Lydia expelled with her climax.
It was over quickly. Vanessa looked up a Lydia questioningly. "You will do me won't you," she pleaded.
"Like you have never been done before my little Nessa," Lydia smiled. "Where is the oil love?"
"In the bedside table drawer," Vanessa said her voice shaking. She crawled onto the bed and waited anxiously for Lydia to position her. Lydia climbed onto the bed and kissed Vanessa's tiny breasts, and sucked her erect nipples. Vanessa groaned and her legs thrashed with uncontrollable desire.
Lydia's hands moved down the firm, wriggling body and she grasped Vanessa's pussy letting her fingers slide into her wet, seething cunt. Vanessa her hips and legs moving whimpered, "for God's sake don't tease me."
Lydia rolled the Vanessa onto her belly and whispering, "lift your hips my love," she stroked Vanessa's anus gently and then kissed it. Vanessa, squirming and groaning, strained to get more of Lydia's exploring tongue. With one hand Lydia spread Vanessa's buttocks and inserted three well lubricated fingers of her other into Vanessa's relaxed, rosy asshole.
Vanessa moaned, "oh God yes. She pushed her buttocks back forcing Lydia's hand deeper into her ass. Lydia now slid the fingers of her free hand into Vanessa's wet, throbbing cunt and moved both hands to Vanessa's frenzied rhythm. Vanessa came with a sudden scream her supple body thrashing as she rocked with the recurring spasms of her orgasm.
Lydia felt the little contractions that moved through the older woman's body and whispered, "that's good my little friend. You sleep now I have to go."
Vanessa squealed as Lydia pulled her fingers from her cunt and ass. "Please hold me a while longer-Lydia don't leave me."
Lydia looked at the tear streaked face, and panting body of the older woman and said, "I have done all I can for now Nessa. I must leave."
As Vanessa watched and wept the slatternly blond woman dressed and after a perfunctory kiss she was gone.
Vanessa fell into a restless sleep. Early in the morning she was awakened by her door chimes. Thinking that Lydia had returned she ran to the door and flung it wide saying, "I knew you'd come back. "Standing and staring at her slim, naked body were Inspector Greene and Harold Sher.
Vanessa, nonplused, gasped and said, "I was expecting someone else," as she ran into the bedroom. She returned shortly wearing a heavy bathrobe but otherwise very much disheveled.
Both men noticed her reddened eyes, and tear streaked face.
"Miss Brown, I'm Inspector Greene. Mr. Sher you know. We would like to talk with you about several items of mutual concern."
"Inspector, I'm really not up to talking at this time. Can't it wait until I freshen up, have my breakfast and recover from my embarrassment?" Vanessa asked.
"We will keep you only for a few moments. My questions require only simple, truthful answers," Greene said quietly. "You may if you like have your friend and employer Ms. Humphries here-she is aware of our inquiry."
Vanessa took her head in her hands and murmured softly, "you want to know about Lydia Schumann and me don't you?"
"Yes. How did you know that?"
"Lydia was with me last evening. Lydia and I have been er-should I say friends for years. I have been giving her information about our rock groups and assisting her to move money around-what do you Yanks call it Harold? Laundering? That's it-for many months." Harold leaned forward and liftedVanessa's face, "why Vanessa?"
"Because of sex dear boy. Lydia knows my likes and serves them-I paid for her services," she said sharply.
"Did you tell her about Loki and Mona?"
"Certainly. Oh my God were either of them the victims of the assault Jo mentioned?"
"Fortunately not. However, your arrangements and disloyalty have placed them both in danger," Harold said angrily.
Inspector Greene rose from his chair, "we have your friend Lydia-caught her leaving her residence earlier. We have lost Kurt and Sean for the time being. You have to make your piece with Ms. Humphries now Miss Brown."
Turning both men walked out of the suite leaving Vanessa looking the lonely, deserted woman she had become.
* * *
Vanessa was bought out by Josephine Humphries and disappeared into the maelstrom of London life.
Leah and I were married soon after this meeting. Inspector Greene and Sandy had provided the necessary assistance to arrange for a quick civil ceremony. My residency in psychiatry is now almost done. Leah still does occasional odd jobs for Sandy and Ari. Ari is now the boss of the security program Leah had run.
Loki and Frostie were located by Harold thanks to information provided by Mona and are now part of an interesting menage with Josephine being the third member.
The Savoy is no longer Jo's residence. She bought a large mansion outside of London where all three can live comfortably.
Harold and Mona still live at the Savoy. Harold runs Jo's security services and Mona serves as his assistant in all important functions-and when I say all I mean ALL.
Author's Note:
I'm a slut.
I'm not bashful about it.
I love sex!
I just LOVE it!!
I know I'm a hot lady, and I can have the pick of the crop as far as eligible fellows are concerned.
I think a beautiful girl who doesn't take advantage of her charms is a perfect fool.
I have a tight pink pussy which just can't get enough cock shoved up it.
And I love to suck off guys!
Yes, cocksucking is one of my supreme specialties....
I live in a beautiful college town on the East Coast.
For the sake of discretion, let's just call the town Hotchkiss, and the institution, Hotchkiss University.
I wouldn't want to get anybody into trouble, you see!
I'm twenty-seven and stacked.
I mean, I'm a gorgeous girl in every way, but my tits are the type which kind of draw a guy's eyes like magnets.
I'm blessed with a pair of high, spongy globes of pointy, cream-white flesh, capped by huge red nipples.
I wear skimpy halter tops and tube tops most of the time, showing off my knockers to perfection.
My hair is golden, tumbling in lambent tresses almost to my elbows.
I have big, beautiful, long-lashed violet eyes, which have often been compared with Elizabeth Taylor's.
I rent a room in this beautiful old Victorian house on Nassau Street which is owned by a rickety old lady who uses a walker and can hardly see a foot in front of her.
This ancient lady thinks I'm a law student at the university, though it beats me why Mrs. Frohling hasn't stopped to wonder why I've been "studying" for five years now, with no signs of graduating!
The truth is, I love Hotchkiss-it's a beautiful town, and my room is a huge upstairs room with a lovely view.
I have a big mahoganny desk where my typewriter is, and I sit there sipping tea every day and writing erotic fiction.
Hotchkiss is perfectly located-you can get to New York City in less than an hour by train, and yet you feel like you're in the middle of the country.
But the thing I like best about Hotchkiss is the university.
It's an Ivy League university which has only recently gone coed.
As it is, the guys outnumber the girls by about four to one.
And a lot of the guys here belong to one or another athletic team. So you can imagine!
All these macho over-sexed young hunks prancing around, hot for pussy, and not enough girls to go around....
Well, a beautiful, stacked "older" woman like me is guaranteed to be extremely popular in a town like this, especially if she isn't a prude and is easy with her favors!
Miss Frohling's boarding house, where I live, is just divine.
She's an eccentric old dame, whose husband used to teach at the college.
Now, all alone in that huge house, she's a little lonely.
So, she rents out rooms to students.
Since her husband used to coach the football team, way back in prehistoric times, she has a soft spot for jocks.
I'm the only girl who has ever been allowed to room here!
And that's only because I convinced Agnes that I was a god-fearing girl who goes to church on Sundays and sleeps with a Bible under her pillow.
Little does she know!
Each year, a fresh crop of hot young college guys comes to stay at Agnes Frohlings' house.
They're usually juniors and seniors who are sick of the cramped dorms.
Here, each guy gets his own private room and bath, and Mrs. Frohling, who can hardly walk, doesn't get in the way too much, so they're free to do as they like.
Agnes Frohling is so deaf, the guys can party all night without her ever being aware of the fact!
Summers, I like to travel. Last summer, I went to Europe and worked my way through as many Italian, Scandinavian, French and German men as I possibly could.
If I may digress here a moment, I would like to reflect on my international conquests. That is to say, I will give you, my readers, a rating on these men by nationality.
First, the French. I know what you hear ... what we all hear. That French men are great lovers and they all sound like they've got hardons in their throats with all that sexy French language coming out of their mouths.
But, sadly, the truth lies elsewhere. They're rather unconcerned about women and love-making. They'd rather know what's for lunch or what kind of wine goes best with supper.
Sure, there's a lot of French sex associations ... French kiss, French love, French letter ... but I can say from my experience these guys are mostly out to lunch.
Next, the Scandanavians. Oh, sure, they're gorgeous. I never met a single one that wasn't more like a god than a man. Probably that hardy Norse stock they all come from. But, when you get their pants off and dim the lights and put a little "Ride of the Valkyries" on the CD, these guys go all thumbs.
They're bumblers.
Once, some big blonde rooster grabbed my cunt lips like they were dice and he was rolling a losing streak in Reno.
Yuk! What a disappointment.
Now, I like it a little rough from time to time, sure. But I don't want to be handled like chopped meat on a butcher block. Get my drift?
Sure, sure, most of them are hung like fire hoses, but that's not all there is to good sex. Any lesbian can tell you that.
Where were we?
Italians? Now, that's more like it. Wops are generally speaking the best stick men in the business. I like their hairy balls and chests. But mostly, it's their technique I go back for.
I had one once that ate my box like it was mar-sipan on a rose petal. Mmmmm-I melt thinking about it.
Mostly, their dicks are average size, though I have noted a few exceptions. I had one once that had a cock pole shaped like a shovel. I dug it.
They like to get their dick sucked, too. And I am a cocksucker of the first order. I like to lick men's fuck poles till their head caves in. I like to start when their wicks are still soft and slowly ease my tongue up and down in butterfly kisses and then flick hard around the crown.
Then, I slurp and slather their dicks from stem to stern and deep throat them till they beg me to stop.
But so far, none of them-Italians, Jews, Norse or Frenchies-have begged me to even ease up, let alone stop.
But, back to Mrs. Frohlings's boarding house.
My first day at the house this year, I was pleased to find that the four boarders on the second floor, right below mine, were members of the varsity football squad whose acquaintance I had not yet made.
So, I put a violet-scented invitation under each of their doors asking them to come up to my room for a welcome party that very evening!
They arrived at seven sharp, and I was ready for them!
I wore the sexiest pink satin outfit-it was a bathrobe, really-belted loosely around the middle, showing off an awful lot of cleavage and baring my long, sexy legs.
I was playing soft music, and the two overhead bulbs were shaded by pretty red Chinese lanterns.
I had purchased a keg of beer and had a plentiful supply of liquor and marijuana on hand-I know what these college boys like!
Those four guys were dreamy, each and every one of them!
There's Ricky. He's a quarterback, and he's twenty. Six-two, two hundred and forty pounds of beefy muscle. Dark brown hair and eyes, a square jaw, a hairy body, a winning grin....
Then there's Barnard. He's tall, blond and beautiful-golden-tan muscles that are absolutely mouthwatering, and the bluest eyes!
Then there's Desmond. Desmond is black. He's a black buck, built like a bull with skin like velvet and a bulge in his pants which promises-and delivers-nirvana.
Last but not least, there's Jake. Jake's twenty-two, a linebacker with sexy good looks, gray eyes, reddish brown hair, and a hulking, muscular body.
The boys started to get boisterous as the night wore on, and I told them what I did for a living, which created quite a stir.
They started reading aloud passages from my novels, and before long, things got very out of hand....
My satin outfit was soon discarded, and I was dancing about the room, lusciously naked, my big, creamy breasts swaying and bouncing.
I urged the lads to join me, and they tore off their clothes with alacrity.
I was absolutely delighted to find that Jake, Barnard, Desmond and Ricky were all extremely well hung!
There's nothing I like better than a gang bang ... I made the boys line up, and I got on my knees, sucking each of their cocks. I'm a great cocksucker ... Just ask any of the guys!
I slurped my way right down to the root on each throbbing slab of jock prick, and I sucked the sperm out of each set of low-swinging balls, swallowing every salty drop of jizz!
By that time, the guys were really blasted and turned on!
The first load a college jock shoots is just the hors-d'oeuvre.
Those lusty youths can keep it up for four thick squirting loads, no problem!
I threw myself on my back on the bed and spread my legs wide.
"Come on, boys!" I purred. "I'm all yours!"
Ricky and Barnard climbed aboard....
Each stud took one of my big, bouncy boobs and started to suck and lick them till I was shrieking with joy.
Desmond climbed between my legs, planting his black face between my hot, spread pussy lips, and started lapping my cunny till I was orgasming gloriously!
Then, I flipped on my side and Ricky slowly stroked all ten inches of his thick, throbbing hardon up my tight twat.
Barnard squirmed up behind me, and I shrieked in mingled pain and pleasure as he pumped his pulsing nine incher up my tight, suctioning asshole.
I had two dicks in me at once and that, dear reader, is just about the most beautiful thing a girl can ever experience!
Desmond climbed up on the bed by my head and shoved his huge black cock in my mouth.
I sucked it like a leech while Barnard and Desmond banged away at my hot holes, their pulsating hardons separated by only a thin membrane of flesh.
The boys bellowed in delimit as they started to shoot, blasting me full with their scum....
As soon as Barnard and Ricky had rolled away from me, Desmond and Jake took their places.
Desmond and Jake were even more amazingly well hung than the younger guys.
Desmond's big black meat was twelve inches long, thick as my wrist and did it ever feel good as it stroked deep in my sperm-wetted cunt!
Jake's dong was thirteen inches long, and when he rammed it up my ass, I started coming and didn't stop until Jake and Desmond both started squirting big, hot gushes of pungent man-jizz deep inside me....
That was just the beginning of a night of orgiastic debauchery which lasted till the rays of dawn came creeping through the half-drawn blinds on my windows.
Those boys fucked me till I was so sore I could hardly move!
But I'm pretty inexhaustible sexually, and I can take on a squad of lusty college men virtually indefinitely.
My welcome party was highly successful, and of course, I became the most popular boarder at Agnes Frohling's.
I've worked out a very pleasant arrangement with the boys.
Four nights a week, one of the guys sleeps with me.
