Chapter 2
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.