Chapter 1

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.