Rock Star Groupie
by Ed Schnauz
(HGL-129)


CHAPTER ONE 

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. 

Jake gets Mondays, Barnard gets Tuesdays, Desmond gets Wednesdays, and Ricky 
gets Thursdays. 

Friday is free-for-all day, and I have a wild orgy with all four of the boys 
at once! 

The week-ends I leave free for further sexploits with other guys. 

I'm such a slut, I love finding new meat to suck and fuck all the time! 

All in all, I have quite a cozy little arrangement here at Hotchkiss 
University. 

Don't you think?! 

And I get an awful lot of material to stimulate my imagination and fill the 
pages of my smutty novels! 


THE END
