Chapter 6
Mona was ready for dinner and more than ready to meet some of the "Dry Rain" group. She dressed in Jeans that fit like a second skin and a cotton shirt that would have won her a wet T-shirt contest. Then, before she leaving the room she piled some spare pillows under the bed clothes so that anyone looking into the unlit room would think the bed was occupied. She headed for the floor below where she knew the rhythm guitar man, George, had his rooms. As she approached his door she heard the soft mumble of male conversation. Knocking softly she called, "George, it's Mona, how about dinner?."
"George opened the door and smiling pleasantly he said, "come on in and meet Marty, the drummer."
"Hi Marty," Mona said taking a long look at the big, strong Dane that she had hoped to meet during her sojourn.
"Hi Mona, we were wondering if you and Loki would like to get fish and chips tonight," he said with a hint of an accent.
"Loki is not around. But the idea of eating appeals to me," she said smiling. "Where's are the rest of the crew?"
George looked at Marty, brow wrinkled quizzically, "we really don't know. Kurt and Sean left early and they called Herman, the bass player, to join them a couple of hours ago." He shook his head. "We have a couple of new numbers that really need work but we sure can't do it without the whole crew. Let's go eat."
The three of them walked out of the house arm-in-arm. They did not bother to lock the doors. They strolled off into the pleasant night seeking food and beer. It took them a over an hour of bouncing from one pub to another before Mona could convince them that she was hungry, "and horny she muttered to herself."
They returned to the house close to nine in the evening. The place was quiet. Mona was clinging tightly to Marty's arm her breast resting firmly against it.
"Shit if he can't feel that stiff nipple he's dead," Mona thought.
They went back to George's room. Marty pulled Mona over to the large bed that was covered with a delightfully soft down comforter. They kissed long and hard. George had gotten out of his chair and was running his hands up Mona's legs as Marty kissed her, whispering, "let's all three of us get it on;"
"God I'd sure like that," Mona said hoarsely.
The room was dimly lit but she could see the bulge in both men's pants. Her breasts and nipples were so full she was sure she would tear her tight shirt. Kissing each of the men passionately she opened her shirt and slid out of it while Marty diligently tugged at her skin tight jeans.
George went to his dresser and returned with a large box of condoms which he placed near at hand. By the time Mona had nestled onto the bed both men were naked, their cocks invitingly large. Mona took a prick in each hand and brought them alternately to her eager mouth.
She could feel her cunt and thighs getting wetter by the second. Slipping George's throbbing cock in her mouth she moved her head up and down letting her teeth slide along its shaft. Meanwhile she tugged firmly at Marty's big dick pulling him toward her now soaking wet cunt.
Marty grabbed a condom from the box and sighed as he slipped the sheath over his now palpitating cock. Mona's hips were raised in eager anticipation of his big, pink prick filling her avid cunt. She whimpered with joy as she guided it into the center of her being. Her mouth was sucking hungrily at George's full cock, her legs thrashed furiously and randomly as release for her was now moments away.
Marty pounding and grunting came quickly his cock beating furiously in Mona's grinding cunt.
As she felt him move within her she screamed and stiffened. Her body felt like one large throbbing, sucking cunt and asshole. She did not lose hold of George's delightful cock which exploded into her open panting mouth moments after her orgasm swept her into never-never land.
Sweating and panting all three lay on the soft down comforter. Mona knew her need had been enhanced not satisfied by this brief and heated encounter.
She had long ago learned that in sex as in everything else in life you can only get what you want by asking.
Rolling seductively onto her side, her long black hair falling fetchingly over one breast, she whispered, "I'd like you two to fill my hungry ass and cunt."
Marty said, "give me a few minutes and I'll try to fill all of your orifices. Your sure know what to do with that lovely body."
"I want to go up stairs and get ready if you guys are willing-I'm sure needing," she said sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
"I'm ready, George said standing next to Mona, his large cock once again erect. "Let me give you a robe so you're not running the halls naked and giving other guys, if they're back, ideas."
Mona, wearing an expensive paisley silk robe, trotted barefoot through the house. It was as quiet as a tomb. Climbing the stairs to her room she paused momentarily because she thought she heard a noise. Deciding it was nothing more than the wind she walked on to her bedroom.
As she opened the door she knew immediately something was amiss. There was a strong smell of cordite in the room.
A Marine officer she had lived with for a while had taught her how to use his pistol and carbine. He used to say, "the smell of cordite makes me want to blow my wad into you doll." She smiled even as she dropped to the floor as he had taught her, "he talked more about fucking and did it less than any man I've known."
She smelled another familiar odor as she lay prone just outside the doorway. At first she didn't recognize the smell. She was too busy trying to decide on her next move. She could see a thin line of light coming from the closet where she and Loki had hung the washed underthings-"that's what the other smell is, the smell of those dirty clothes. My god could Kurt's woman be in there?" she murmured.
She had managed to slide away from the door so that she could see without being seen. Mona was fearful of getting to her feet. "Face the enemy," her Marine had said, "how else you gonna know what he's doing?"
The closet door a swung wide and a large female form was silhouetted against the light. The woman's hair was unkempt and piled wildly atop her head. She was easily six feet tall and had a box-like figure. Grunting and swearing in German she moved into the bedroom carrying her clothes in one arm and the Vuitton club bag in the other.
When the bedside lamp went on Mona was not surprised to see that the woman's face matched the body to which it was attached. Her features were coarse, her double chins wobbled as she moved and even modest exertion made her sweat profusely.
Afraid to move Mona lay watching as the woman dumped the condoms and Loki's fancy vibrator out of the bag and threw her clothes into it. As the woman turned back to the closet Mona, relying on her bare feet and the darkness of the hallway rose and ran to the stairs and down to George's room.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," George said jumping up as she burst in.
"Something bad is happening," she gasped. Both men listened to her recounting of the events upstairs and decided to call for police help.
George went to the phone on the first floor while Marty kept watch on the stairway from a slightly opened door. Mona reluctantly got dressed.
It was just as George started to return to his room that they all heard the heavy tread of the German woman coming down the stairs. Marty and Mona remained hidden in George's room and George sought refuge in a small visitor's closet near the entry way. She stopped to use the phone George had used only moments before.
Speaking in very broken English she asked for Kurt. When Kurt apparently came to the phone she began to speak rapidly in German. Mona understood nothing of what was said except Loki's name. After completing the call she strode out the door carrying Loki's much traveled club bag.
The police arrived minutes later while Mona and the two men were still debating whether to go upstairs to see who, if anyone, had been shot. Two of the officers quickly climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Moments later they came stumbling down coughing and gagging.
"Get out the place is on fire," they shouted almost in unison.
The policeman who had stayed with Mona and the two men calmly picked up the phone and called the fire department. Only then did everyone make a dash for the front door.
The fire trucks arrived quickly and effectively contained the blaze to the room Mona and Loki occupied. All of Loki's clothes were destroyed by the fire, which had been set by the German women, started in the closet. Mona's clothes smelled strongly of smoke but survived the blaze since they had remained in her suitcase.
There was no body in the bed. The pillows Mona had stuffed under the bedclothes had several bullet holes. The police were intensely interested in this. So much so in fact that they took George, Marty and Mona to the station house for questioning.
Mona was particularly careful not to reveal her real purpose in being at the house. She felt that Harold Sher should be the first to know of her suspicions and the goings on involving the rock group. She hoped that her name in the papers coupled as it would be with the attack on the residence of "Dry Rain" would alert him to the situation.
By a little after eleven the three had been released by the police. They flagged a cab and George assumed command of the party. "I know an after-hours place where we can get some fairly decent food and drink. It's not exactly the kind of club any of us would pick, ordinarily, but a couple of good friends run it so we'll be welcome."
After giving the driver the address all three sat back. Mona, sitting between the two men softly asked "is the party we planned still on?"
"Hell yes," that's the only thing that kept me from telling the police all I knew about that woman at the house," Marty laughed. "I didn't want to spend all night with the cops when we have better things to do."
"What more do you know Marty? And George please ask the driver to find an all night chemists shop please," Mona asked as she turned to face Marty.
While George spoke with the driver Marty said, "I understand German. She told whoever she was talking with that, 'unless they found the keys very soon they were all as good as dead.' Then she said she had killed that dumb redheaded bitch Loki because she lost the keys."
Mona shook her head, "I don't know what could be going on. We sure were lucky to avoid that cow."
The cab slowed in front of a brightly lit shop. The driver turned and said to Mona, "this shop has most things ladies might need?"
Mona hopped out and walked quickly into the shop. She needed a new enema bag, among other things, since all of her toiletries had been destroyed by the fire. She was speedy about her shopping and returned carrying a large well wrapped package. The driver then sped them on to their destination.
George had guided them to a fashionable and popular gay night club. As they were led to a table near the back of the room by one of George's friends Mona spotted Loki. She was dancing with an attractive, buxom blond woman. Mona was tempted to try and attract her attention but a brief glance was sufficient to convey to her the fact that much more than dancing was going on between the two women.
After ordering a sandwich and a soft drink Mona headed for the bathroom. She was acutely aware of four women at one table eying her and whispering as she passed. By the time she reached the loo she knew she was in trouble. One of the four women had followed her in and moving quickly had blocked the stall she was heading for.
Mona turned to leave when the woman, thin and muscular with dyed red hair, tiny breasts with erect nipples grabbed her by her long, sleek black hair and pulled so that she staggered and dropped to her knees.
Laughing harshly the strange woman said, "now that your down there turn around and eat this." Mona was able to turn her head enough to see the matted black pubic hair of her attacker filling the open fly of her jeans.
Whispering seductively, "let go of my hair and will make it a wild party," Mona turned toward the woman as she felt the grip on her hair relax. "This woman is old enough to know better," Mona thought.
Mona shifted her weight and rising quickly she butted the dyke just below her rib cage. The woman grunted and gasped as she crashed into a lavatory and slid unconscious to the floor.
After using the loo and washing her hands Mona glanced at the now supine woman and saw that she was breathing quietly and evenly. Walking back to her table with regal grace she stopped at the one where attacker had been sitting and said sweetly, "your friend should never have sex with strangers. She passed out in the crapper."
The other women rose and rushed to their fallen friend's assistance as Mona moved on to her table. She looked around before sitting down and saw Loki and her friend walking off the dance floor. "Hi, Loki she called across the room." Loki smiled and dragged Frostie over to meet Mona, George and Marty. She had told Frostie of her life with the rock group. She was thrilled that this chance meeting would let her accomplish the two things she had promised she would do; end her job with Jo and arrange to get all of her clothes moved into Frostie's flat.
As Mona and the boys ate Loki told Mona about her plans and the change in her life style. Mona nodded and told her about the attack at the house. Loki paled but Frostie, taking her hand, said, "now we can both go north to that school I told you about. Good way to hide out and learn a real trade at the same time darling."
Loki told Mona she had reported to Vanessa about the locks in the house being changed. Other than that she had avoided all contact with Jo, Vanessa and Harold because Frostie had a bad feeling about what had been happening lately. Loki was concerned about losing contact with Jo chiefly because she had a lot of money due her.
First, Mona assured her that her secret was safe. She also felt confident that Harold could arrange to get Loki her money without undue risk. "Do you need money now Loki?" Mona asked.
"No. Frostie is working so we'll make it until I can get on my feet," she said blushing.
Mona reached into her purse found two hundred pound notes and shoved them into Loki's hand. "Take it. You're always safer if you have money to hide out with. Both of you should get out of town now," she said softly.
Frostie leaned over and kissed Mona on top of. her head and whispered, "bless you-I'll get word to you somehow about where we are so if there's more money for my doll you can send it."
Marty and George had listened to the conversation quietly. Now Marty said, "Loki use my parent's address in Denmark as place to exchange letters. They will mail things out for you and to you. I'll talk with them about it. I owe you that little bit for all the good times we had together." His face was beet red as he finished his little speech.
"Thanks to you all," Frostie said dragging Loki toward the door and safety.
Mona was restless. The brief encounter in the restroom had made her craving for some good bedroom activity truly intense. Running her hands playfully up the inner thighs of both her companions she said, "let's get out of here and into bed guys."
The thought of going back to a house that might still pose a threat and would certainly smell of smoke made the three pause to discuss the best location for their party. Marty spoke first, "there's a hotel where my Danish friends go when they come to London. Let's try it."
All agreed. A short cab ride later found them in front of an old fashioned hotel with a spacious lobby and accommodating personnel. They were, despite having no luggage, quickly escorted to a large two bedroom suite. Mona claimed one bathroom and bedroom for herself and disappeared almost immediately.
George and Marty flipped to see who would get to use the other bathroom first. George won and was pleasantly surprised to find that the large bathroom had, among its many luxurious amenities, two fluffy terry cloth robes. He laughed softly as he thought, "tonight I'm going and coming in style."
Mona too was pleased with the comfortably warm bathroom and the prospect of snuggling into a terry robe. After carefully preparing herself with one of the items she bought she took a long hot shower. Then, spraying herself with generous amounts of her favorite perfume, also purchased at the chemists shop, she slipped into the robe and padded out to the sitting room of the suite.
Both men gazed longingly at the sensuous girl as she approached them and quietly asked, "which bedroom should we use?"
George taking one of her graceful hands in his led her to the nearest bedroom. Marty eagerly followed. They had all dropped their robes by the time they reached the bed.
Mona kissed them both ardently, her tongue moving furiously in and out of her lovers' mouths. She was so aroused that she could barely contain her desire. Whispering to the two men hovering near, "there are rubbers in the robe I dropped," she rolled onto her side. Squeezing her full, aching breasts she brought her legs up to her chest and moaned, "don't make me wait for God's sake."
Marty gently rubbed his throbbing, sheath covered, cock against her soft, rosy asshole. Mona whimpered, "fuck me please," her hips moving involuntarily as she guided George's stiff cock into her vibrating, wet cunt.
Joyfully pinned between her two handsome and ardent lovers Mona thrust and ground her hips. Rubbing her luscious breasts and stiff nipples with her palms she came quickly with body shaking intensity. Squealing with delight she drifted joyfully into a world of seemingly endless orgasmic bliss.
Within moments of Mona's orgasm both men erupted within her. The beating of their cocks sent sheets of lightening-like joy through Mona's already enraptured body.
Long after the men, spent and panting, lay inert on either side of her Mona's cunt and asshole squeezed and sucked at their flaccid organs. She whimpered and moved inadvertently as the spasms of her joy ebbed slowly.
Finally, all three fell asleep. It was hours later that George rose and gently slid out of Mona's now relaxed grasp. He moved hurriedly to the bathroom.
Marty followed not long after. The two men showered and dressed and then decided that a call to the residence of "Dry Rain" was in order.
George placed the call and after identifying himself he stood and listened. His face grew red with anger as the person on the other end of the line spoke loud enough so that Marty could hear the noise though not the words from several feet away. Finally, George spoke, "listen you dumb sonovabitch, you were the one away all day. If you want to rehearse now Marty and I will come in. If you just want to make more trouble go to hell. I'll call back after we've had breakfast."
"What's going on George?" Marty asked.
"Sean's raising hell because we're not available to rehearse. You heard what I said. I think I'm gonna quit this bunch-I don't have a contract do you Marty?"
"Nope-let's go eat and let Mona sleep."
After the two men left Mona, who had faked sleep during the various exchanges on the phone and between the two men, rose and went into her bathroom. Showering and shampooing her luxurious hair took considerable time. Finally, she dressed carefully despite the fact that her clothes were not fresh.
Talking to herself as she applied make-up sparingly, "I'll give the boys the slip and go shopping. Then home to Harold and maybe a solution to what is happening to the group."