Chapter 3
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.