Chapter 9
Why in the hell had Diana picked that particular moment to tell David that they were brother and sister? All the times she had procrastinated in the past, waiting for the right time and the right place, why in the fuck had she done it now-at a time which was hardly right in either place or time? As a matter-of-fact, the disco sounds blaring from the speaker system directly above their heads had been so loud that David hadn't heard Diana the first time and had had to ask her to repeat herself.
"Diana?" David asked. He had called her that before; but, the name suddenly had taken on additional meaning. "For Christ's sake! Diana?"
And, of course, Diana's confession of identity certainly cleared up a lot of things, didn't it? Like how she had come to remind David so much of his sister. Like how she physically looked like his sister. Hell, she WAS his sister!
"Surprise!" Diana said, flashing David, in his obviouis confusion, a widely amused smile.
"Jesus!" David said, temporarily at a loss for words, suddenly realizing it was his own sister being used here as bait. "We've got to get your ass out of here!"
"Don't get any funny ideas about suddenly aborting our game-plan for this evening," Diana told him, warning that her revelation had nothing whatsoever to do with the assignment they were both on. Diana had no intentions of letting David pull any big-brother-protection numbers on her. She, after all, was just as much a police officer as he was.
"Do you know what in the hell you're doing?" David hissed over the table, trying-almost successfully-to be heard above the continuing cacophony of disco sounds. David had obviously been set on his ear by hearing Diana was his sister. More confusing was the fact that the hard-on he had gotten in his pants by fantasizing Diana as being his sister-oh, yes, he had been doing more than his share of pretending in that direction since the two of them had been brought together on this assignment, hadn't he?-had only gotten harder by David finding out Diana was his sister.
And, my God, wasn't that sick! Wasn't it that degenerate sickness which had flooded David with masochistic relief when Diana had gone running off to Grandma Miller? Wasn't it an ever-present fear of the re-blossoming of that disease which had kept David from contacting Diana all of these years? And, David had been right to have his fears, hadn't he? Because, here Diana was, here David was, and here-like that time in the woods behind the house-was David's rip-roaring hard-on. Only then, they had been silly kids indulging in childish (if incestuous) games. Now, they were both mature adults. Which meant, David was having one hell of a hard time blaming his hard cock on anything other than a maturer perversion that revolved around a physical attraction for his own sister.
His own sister, for Christ's sake!
David was so caught up in the unreality of all that had happened over the last couple of confusing minutes, that he didn't realize there was someone standing by his table until Helga spoke in a voice that miraculously managed to penetrate not only the continuing blare of the disco music but, also, the whirling presently alive within David's brain.
"David, my God, how are you?"
And, David glanced up, realizing that things were suddenly coming at him simply too fast.
What in the hell was happening here? Helga was not supposed to be here. David was supposed to pick up Diana and bring her to Helga.
"Do you mind if Kyle and I join you?" Helga asked, flashing David a wide smile.
And David was close to panic! Had something gone wrong? Did Helga suspect David was a policeman? Had Helga been tipped off that there was a plan afoot to entrap her? David quickly tried to read something in Helga's face; but, Helga gave him nothing to explain why plans had obviously been changed.
"Have you met Kyle?" Helga asked, introducing her companion, whom David had not met before. Kyle was older than Helga, but he was attractive nonethelss. David wondered if Kyle were one of Helga's customers scheduled for the activities later that evening. If there were still activities planned!
Kyle nodded his hellos and then motioned for the waitress to bring them a round of drinks. David was about to protest, but a glance from Helga, and a slight negative shake of Helga's head, stopped David from doing so.
The four chatted as best as anyone could under such conditions that had one loud song beginning before the one before it had even completely stopped playing.
As to what they talked about, David would never be able to remember clearly. Whatever words David did use, they were called up by a subconscious response mechanism that allowed him to operate under pressure. Whatever he said, it must have fit the bill; because, no one seemed to be giving him funny looks or asking him to repeat and/or to clarify his comments.
David asked Helga to dance, hoping to find out something out on the dance floor. However, Helga declined the offer, asking if david would mind if she sat out the next few.
"Kyle has already danced my legs off this evening," Helga said by way of explanation.
"And David, frustrated on that account, glanced furtively around the room, trying his best to pick out Stan Wellington and the rest of the policemen assigned to David and Diana that evening.
Something ... somehow ... had gone wrong!
The drinks arrived. They were finished; and, Kyle-under protest from David-ordered another round. While everyone was waiting, Kyle asked David if he would mind if Kyle asked Diana to dance. What could David say? David had, after all, already asked Helga to dance, without even bothering to ask Kyle's permission. Besides, with Kyle and Diana away from the table, David would possibly be able to get Helga to tell him what in the hell was coming off.
"Nothing to worry about," Helga told him in response to David's worried query. "Nothing at all to worry about."
But, as it turned out, David was to find that particular promise the understatement of this year and the next.
Not that Helga suspected David of being a policeman. Why? Because, Helga had gone to bed with David; and, there was simply no way Helga could have brought herself to believe that any cop could have gotten all as involved, with such evident enjoyment, in the bondage-and-discipline scene as David had done.
So, Helga's precautions weren't to counteract any plot she knew was in progress to entrap her, as much as it was to counteract any plan that might-somewhere, somehow-have been put into operation without her or David's knowledge. Helga, after all, had had more than her share of run-ins with the police, even if the cops had never been able to pin anything on her. And, Helga hadn't managed to keep her slate clean by not taking every precaution possible.
Besides, what she carried out regarding David and Diana that evening wasn't all that different from what she had done on those other occasions wherein she had broken in Daniel Morrow and Jeff Gregory as recruits. The police, however, didn't know that. The police had mistakenly assumed that Helga's plan of operation with a new recruit was the same as it was when she was using a procurer she had had prior experience with. It wasn't!
Helga knew that a new recruit like David could make mistakes; and, it was Helga's job to make sure that no mistakes were made in the beginning, so that David would be around to perform at later dates.
Besides, after the first time, Helga was always more confident of a man she recruited. There was no way, after all, that any cop could pass successfully through a night of initiation without tipping his hand. Not, once again, that Helga suspected David of being on the vice squad. But, it was always better, in Helga's book, to be doubly safe rather than sorry.
Helga and Kyle, therefore, had drugged the drinks of both David and Diana. And when the two had passed out at. the table, Helga and Kyle, using the assistance of the disco bouncer-who was around to help inebriated patrons, among other things-were able to get Diana to Kyle's car and David to Helga's.
Helga and Kyle did not drive directly to where they wanted to go. As a matter-of-fact, Helga and Kyle separated completely, maneuvering in a predetermined maze of city streets and alleyways that was destined to (first) flush out any would-be followers, and (second) to lose them if they were there.
And, the fact that Helga discovered-before all that long-that she was being followed in no way had her imagining that one of the people responsible for her present tail was the man unconscious on the seat beside her. Helga knew that it would only be a matter of time before the local police force made the connection between Helga and the LA operation. That they had made the connection sooner than Helga might have liked, didn't really disturb her at the moment. Helga had planned for all contingencies, knowing that before she got David-and before Kyle got Diana-to the appointed locale for that evening festivities, whomever was now following would be doing so no longer. Helga turned the car sharply into a narrow, dark alleyway and jammed her right foot down hard to put the car gas pedal to the floor.