Chapter 7
As Bridget Shaunessey hid in the doorway of the building that was next door to Samantha's building, she watched as the gentle night rain started to fall.
Soon the road was a black sheet of onyx that was glistening in the glow of the streetlamps. The girl kept her eyes on the doorway that was next to the one where she was standing. She was waiting for Samantha to arrive home.
After Bridget had regained consciousness on the floor of her hotel room, she pulled some clothes on over her brutalized body and she headed for Samantha's place.
At this point there was no one else Bridget could turn to for help.
When the taxi pulled up and Samantha stepped out, Bridget quickly rushed to the dark-haired beauty from her vantage point in the other doorway.
Wrapping her arms around Samantha, the redheaded girl sighed, "I was waiting for you."
"What was the idea of that phone call?" Samantha snapped at the girl.
"They forced me to make that call to you," she sighed, looking down at the wet sidewalk. "They did such horrible things to me that I...." Then she broke down in sobs.
Samantha wrapped her arm around the wet girl and she helped her in. They took the elevator up to her floor and went into her apartment.
But as soon as Samantha turned to shut the door, she realized that she was surrounded. Wilma and Joanna and Katrin were all in the room waiting for Samantha.
Wilma was pointing her gun at the two beautiful girls who entered the room. Samantha remained calm as she said, "Tell her to watch that gun. I know she has itchy fingers."
When Wilma took a step forward, Katrin raised her hand and said, "Keep calm now." Then the large woman turned to Joanna and said, "Would you frisk our guests?"
Joanna reached out to run her hands over Samantha's body, but Samantha jerked away and said, "Nobody gets a free feel on my body unless I want them to."
"If you will just cooperate...." Katrin said in a low voice.
Samantha turned quickly and said, "Cooperate? About what?"
"The dildo!" Katrin hissed. "You know where the dildo is."
"Exactly! I have it and you want it," Samantha said. Then she sat down as she said, "Now we can start to talk terms. I believe that you once offered me a hundred thousand."
"Well," Katrin said with a chuckle. "As you can see there are more of us now who need to be taken care of in this little transaction."
"Yeah," Samantha said, leaning back in her chair. "But I'm the one who has the dildo."
"I daresay that there are ways of getting information from someone," Katrin said, cracking her knuckles.
"Sure. But, if you kill me then you don't have the dildo and you won't know where it is."
"We have means of persuasion which do not involve death," Katrin said, raising her eyebrows.
Laughing, Samantha said, "Sure. But they all carry the threat of death. Without that there's no use to them. And, if you start something, I'd see to it that you had to finish."
Returning the laugh, Katrin said, "You'd better be careful. In the heat of the moment, one forgets what is in one's own best interest. I wouldn't want you to be killed in the heat of the moment."
"Then I would just have to see that I provoke you, but not too far."
"What an amusing woman you are, Samantha," Katrin said, narrowing her eyes into little slits. "How soon can you get the dildo?"
"Tomorrow morning," Samantha said, knowing that the key to the locker would arrive in her post office box with the next day's mail delivery.
"I am prepared to offer you ten thousand dollars," the large woman said, leaning back.
"You were talking a lot more money this afternoon!" Samantha snapped.
"Talking is one thing. But one dollar in hard cash is worth a hundred of talking," Katrin said as she pulled the envelope from inside of her blouse and tossed it to Samantha.
As the black-haired beauty began to count the money, the large woman said, "That is hardly necessary. You'll find that it is all there."
Samantha laughed and tucked the ten firm and crisp thousand dollar bills into her blouse as she said, "Well, ladies, the one thing for us to do now is to wait until morning."
"I think it would be advisable if we weren't out of each others' sight until we have the dildo."
"Meanwhile," Samantha said, leaning forward. "There are still a few things that have to be cleared up and some facts that I have to get."
"We've got all night!" Katrin said, shifting in the chair and making herself comfortable while the other three women in the room also settled into comfortable positions.
But there was still a terrible tension in the room as everyone seemed suspicious of everyone else. Wilma returned the gun to her holster, but then she kept her jacket open and she kept her hand in a position so that she could reach the gun quickly.
Samantha seemed to be the only one in the room who was totally relaxed. She sat in the chair that was opposite Katrin's chair and she glared at the large woman.
We need someone to take the rap," Samantha said in an even tone.
"Someone to take the rap? What do you mean?" Katrin asked.
"There have been murders commited here!" Samantha said. "The police won't rest until they have someone to pin it on and unless they do they'll have me in hot water."
After a pause, Samantha turned to Wilma and then back to Katrin as she said, "Let's give them the gun moll over there. Let them pin it on her."
Wilma sat perfectly straight in her seat and the tension that ran through her spine was incredible as she stared at the two participants in the conversation.
From the corner of her eye, Katrin noticed that Wilma was in that position and that her hand was hovering closer to her gun. Katrin knew that she had to act fast to avert a disaster and so she said, "That's absurd." Then she laughed a nervous laugh.
"Absurd or not, we need someone for the cops to blame!"
Katrin looked over at Wilma as she said, "Why, Wilma is like a daughter to me. I couldn't possibly consider such a thing under any circumstances."
"Suit yourself," Samantha said in a flat tone. "We could use Miss Cairo over there."
Joanna stepped forward and pulled the gun from inside her dress. But, Katrin raised her hand as she said, "And what about yourself or Miss Shaunessey?"
Samantha laughed and said, "You can't touch me. Remember, I still have the dildo. As for Miss Shaunessey, you're welcome to her if you can show me a way that you can rig it."
Everyone was on edge by that point, except for Samantha, who was still sitting calmly. Katrin forced another laugh and then said, "Not that I would even consider such a ridiculous plan, but, if we were to...Well, if Wilma took the rap, as you put it, what would keep her from telling the police about us, about the dildo?"
Wilma stood up and every muscle in her body was alert to the danger in the room as her eyes darted from one person to the other.
Then Samantha said, "I could show the police how they would have a jumbled mess if they try to get everyone, but if they'd just ignore her stories and convict her for the murders, then they would have an open and shut case."
Looking up at Wilma, Samantha added, "After all, I figure that Thursby killed Millie, but Wilma was the one who actually did kill Thursby and Captain Jakoby."
Then Wilma darted forward toward
Samantha. But, the calm dark-haired beauty was on her toes in a moment. She grabbed Wilma from behind and pulled the gun from the large blonde girl. Then she smacked the girl on the back of the head with the gun.
As she turned, she was facing Joanna Cairo. She tackled the small, dark-haired girl to the ground and she got her gun as well.
While Joanna was massaging her wrists, Samantha tossed one of the guns to Bridget and kept the other one. She dragged the large unconscious blonde girl over to the couch.
"What do you say?" Samantha snapped at Katrin. "Unless we have someone to take the rap I can't go along with this thing."
Katrin grunted as she looked at Wilma and said, "She was like a daughter to me. But, one can always acquire a new daughter. There is only one Lesbian Dildo!"
Then the four women sat in silence, while the fifth woman lay unconscious on the couch. They had the whole night to kill and the time was moving slowly.
Suddenly the balance of power had shifted. A few minutes earlier, Joanna had a gun and Wilma had a gun. Now those two guns were in the possession of Samantha and Bridget.
As the women sat around, Bridget leaned back in a comfortable chair and started to recall all that she had been through in the past few weeks.
She remembered when she had been in Hong Kong and when she had been introduced to Katrin Gutman. The large woman had said, "I have a proposition for the two of you." Bridget had looked over to her friend, Theoni, who was next to her at the time.
"There is a man who needs some convincing. He has something that I want and I need someone who is bright enough to get it from him."
"How do you suppose that the two of us can get it from him?" Bridget asked.
"He has a weakness for redheads. He is a Russian and they are unusual that way."
"A weakness for...Are you suggesting that I should have sex with him?" Bridget asked.
"I will pay each of you one-thousand dollars if you get that statuette for me."
"One-thousand?" Theoni exclaimed. "That must be a very valuable thing!"
Katrin hedged a little and said, "It is something that I want very much." The two girls would have to find out through other sources about the real value of the dildo.
"B-but," Bridget said. "I am a lesbian. I've always been a lesbian and I've never had sex with a man before. I don't know that I...."
"It is easy for a woman to fake it," Theoni said. "All you have to do is lie there."
Katrin chuckled and raised one finger as she said, "You will not have to fake too much. I have worked out this entire scenario so that he will play into your hands."
The situation was complicated, but Katrin knew of the vanity of the Russian. She was going to play on that and utilize the fact that the only girls she would trust were lesbians.
When the Russian colonel received a letter from an anonymous female telling him that she and her lesbian lover had seen him and had decided that he was the only man who was worthy of them, he was beside himself with the compliment.
Then, when that first note was followed up by another communication from Bridget, telling the man that they would like to meet him in some little cafe, he was there a half hour early.
As soon as he saw Bridget and Theoni, his heart was beating quickly. It was the redheaded girl, as Katrin had predicted, that he found irresistible.
Returning to his home with the two girls, Theoni explained, "I have had experience with men. I don't want to disappoint you, but I really do not want to participate. I have done all of this simply for the sake of my lover, Bridget.
"Since she has never done it with a man, I felt that it was something she had to see for herself. I hope you don't mind. We chose you because of your good looks and the fact that I know Russians make the best lovers."
The man did not mind a thing, after that series of compliments. He had looked forward to having both of the lesbians in bed with him at the same time, but since he was really interested in Bridget, he would not mourn the loss of Theoni.
As Bridget was recalling all of these things, she was startled by the sound of Samantha's voice. The black-haired beauty brought her back to the present as she said, "You'd better give me all the details that I don't know so that I can fill in the blanks and tell the story to the cops, leaving out the parts that need to be left out."
Katrin looked up from the book she was reading and said, "What is it that you need to know?"
"I figure that Jakoby was killed when he was trying to get over here with the package."
Nodding, Katrin said, "Wilma was stationed downstairs to see if anyone came out of the window, while Miss Cairo and I went up the stairs. Captain Jakoby did go out the window and Wilma shot him. But, he was a strong bird and he landed on her and got away."
"Well, he got as far as my office," Samantha sighed.
With a wistful look in her eyes, Katrin said, "I suppose that Wilma has been getting clumsy of late."
"But, what about Theoni Thursby?" Samantha asked. "Why was she killed?"
"Miss Shaunessey was the one who knew where the dildo was. We wanted to let her know that we meant business and since Miss Thursby was her partner in the Hong Kong venture killing her seemed to be a good means of throwing that fear into our little redheaded friend."
With a meaningful look at Bridget, Samantha said, "And we're still assuming that before Theoni Thursby was killed, she killed Millie Alquist."
Bridget settled back into her seat and began to recall the past again. She remembered the luxurious bedroom suite of the Russian colonel.
When they got to the stairs, Theoni insisted that she did not want to accompany them to bed.
The Russian had already been forewarned about this. Bridget was also aware of it since that was part of their plan. While Bridget would be in bed with the colonel, Theoni would have the run of the house and a guarantee that she would not be disturbed.
But, for the sake of the roles that they were playing, Bridget said, "Theoni, you told me that you were going to do it, otherwise I never would have agreed."
"Please, Bridget," the other girl said, turning away. "It is important to me that you sleep with the colonel. For the sake of our relationship."
"How can I?" Bridget asked, knowing well that she was going to do it anyway. "When I thought that you were going to be in the bed at the same time...."
"Could you torture me by making me watch it?" Theoni asked, a little too dramatically.
"If it would be torture for you then I couldn't possibly consider doing it."
The argument was played out for a few more minutes, with the Russian intruding every so often. Then, the man escorted Bridget upstairs and turned back to Theoni to say, "Help yourself to anything in the house."
There was only one thing that Theoni wanted to help herself to. She wanted to retrieve the valuable Lesbian Dildo that was worth a fortune.
Bridget's only job was to keep the man inside of the bedroom so that her friend could search the house without being detected.
Once they were in the bedroom, the redheaded beauty stood perfectly still, shivering a little from nervous tension. This was not an act. At that time she had never been to bed with a man and she didn't know anything about cocks.
"Do not be frightened of me," the Russian groaned as he took the girl's hand and kissed it.
She tensed a little bit and then he pulled her close to his body so that he could rub the front of his body against the front of her body.
He pushed her back against the wall and she could feel the solid lump that was growing in the front of his pants. The man chuckled a little.
Then the girl said, "Colonel Krazinsky, you do know that...."
"Please," he interrupted. "You must call me Igor when we are making love."
"Igor?" she repeated as the man lifted her up from the ground and carried her to the bed.
When he set her down on the bed he began to peel her clothes off. He remarked on each new beautiful spot that he was revealing.
Then, when Bridget was completely naked, he pressed his lips down against hers. His thick and powerful tongue was rubbing against her lips and finally she parted her lips and permitted his tongue to enter the confines of her mouth.
It was different from the way that she felt when a girl kissed her. This man's tongue was thick and rough and the taste was unusual for Bridget.
As he pulled his lips gently away from hers, he smiled, "Lips that have tasted pussy juice! I myself know the wonderful flavor of pussy juice."
Bridget shivered a little and then the man stood up and stripped out of his clothes. He revealed a massive body that was covered with thick black hair and a lance that was standing out straight in front of his body.
Taking the girl's inexperienced hand, he brought it up to the shaft of his cock. But, as soon as the girl touched the flesh of the cock, she pulled away.
"What is so frightening, my little dove?" Igor asked the girl.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Your cock feels so hot to the touch."
"Of course it feels hot. I am hot because I am with you!" the man said.
"B-but, it was like touching a stove," the girl said. "I didn't know it would feel like that."
Igor laughed and took the girl's hand. He pressed her hand against her own pussy lips and said, "Feel that. You are also just as hot as I am." Then he brought her hand to his cock and said, "What is so exciting about sex with you is that you do not take my body and my cock for granted. You are, not used to having a man around you."
He pushed her down onto the bed and she could feel his broad and hairy chest rubbing back and forth against the smooth and sensitive flesh of her nipples.
She could feel the scratching sensation and it was very different from the way she felt when she was rubbing her breasts against the smooth flesh of another girl's body.
She could also feel his thick cock that was rubbing back and forth across the patch of wispy reddish pussy hairs that fringed her cunt lips.
There was some moisture at the tip of the cock head and she could feel it as it was rubbed into the hairs. When the cock started to slide back and forth against the moistened snatch of pussy hairs, the girl could feel the wetness being pressed into her body.
The powerful hands were rubbing at her body and kneading the flesh. She shut her eyes and tried to think about enjoying the feel of the man's hands, but she could not.
Bridget was aware of the fact that the man who was feeling her up did not have the gentle and loving hands that she was used to. Bridget liked to be felt up by a girl.
Then, the man arched his hips back and he pressed his cock head against her cunt lips.
Immediately, there was something that the girl did like. After all of the negative comparisons that she had been drawing to her usual lesbian liaisons, the girl realized that she liked the feel of the cock.
Usually when she had been fucked by a dildo, the first sensation that she would feel would be the cold plastic against her pussy lips.
In time, as the dildo would move against her cunt flesh, the plastic would take on the temperature of her body and it would get warmer. But, until that happened, there would be an uncomfortable and almost gluey feeling on the surface.
Now, with the cock slamming in and out of her pussy, she could feel the fleshy warmth that was rubbing against her cunt. meat.
The cock slammed all the way into her twat and then it pulled back out of her slit. She could feel a thrill rushing through her body in reaction to the movement of the hard dick.
In a moment, the man was working his dick up and down in the girl's hot hole. She could feel the flare of his cock head as it was urging more and more of the juice out of the girl's pussy. When she closed her eyes she enjoyed it even more.
With her eyes shut, she could feel the erotic stimulation in her cunt. There was a tingling that was glowing in her pussy flesh and rushing out to the rest of her body.
And, when her eyes were closed, she didn't have to be aware of the hairy man who was on top of her. She didn't want to have to think about his presence.
Bridget could not explain why she had never been turned on by hairy flesh and by brawny, hard bodies. She didn't know why she liked smooth flesh that was pulled over gentle curves of rounded breasts and hips.
The only thing that the girl knew was that this was the way she was. She knew that she would never change and that male bodies would never bring her pleasure.
But, now that she was on the bed with this man, with his cock up her pussy, she remembered that her friend was searching for the valuable dildo a: i that when she found that they would be rich. It was by keeping the man's cock in her cunt that Bridget managed to keep him occupied and give Theoni a chance to search the rest of the house.
But, just then, the door of the room opened softly and as Bridget looked up, Theoni entered.
The man did not hear the door opening, but he became aware of the change in Bridget's body. He looked up from what he was doing and he smiled at Theoni.
"You have changed your mind about joining us, Theoni?" the Russian asked.
She nodded her head and started to pull her clothes off. Igor kept on fucking Bridget's cunt and he was watching Theoni. Then, when the brown-haired girl was naked, she jumped onto the bed.
Theoni pulled Bridget's face to hers and kissed the girl. The Russian sighed when he saw that.
He pulled his cock out of Bridget's pussy and began to work it into Theoni's cunt.
Bridget was relieved to have the cock out of her. Even though she had started to enjoy the friction of the cock sliding back and forth over her pussy flesh, she didn't like the hot contact of the large and burly man on top of her body.
In a second, the Russian was fucking Theoni's pussy and the two girls were still kissing.
Then, the anxious man, not knowing which way to turn first, pulled his cock out of the brown-haired girl's cunt and began to lick down their bodies.
He was nibbling on one nipple and then turning to the other girl to lick her nipple. His teeth would catch a bit of reddish pussy hair and then his tongue would lick at some brown pussy hair. Finally, he began to lick and suck at both of the pussies.
As his fingers pressed into Bridget's hips, he sighed, "A pussy that has only known the tongues of gentle and delicate women. It has never known a real man's tongue that could shove into the depths and really lick it dry!"
Then, he slashed his tongue against the cunt lips and pushed it in between. With his tongue occupied there, Bridget looked up at Theoni and tried to find out what had happened.
But Theoni was occupied with something else. Lifting up a lamp, the brown-haired girl smashed it down hard over the back of the Russian's head.
Bridget felt the tongue going limp in her pussy and she pushed the Russian's head away as she said, "We were supposed to do this without getting his suspicion!"
"But we couldn't!" Theoni explained, jumping from the bed and getting her clothes.
"What happened?" Bridget asked, looking back at the unconscious Russian as she pulled her own clothes on.
"The dildo wasn't in any of the other rooms. There's only one other choice. It has to be in this bedroom suite!" Theoni said. "We've got to search fast."
The valuable thing was hidden in the top of a clothes closet.
As the girls left with it, Bridget looked back at the slumped form of the naked man.
He was the first man she had ever fucked.
He would most-likely be the last.
He had served his purpose. She didn't think she'd have to resort to fucking a man in the future.