Chapter 4
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.