Chapter 8
Trudy was having a nightmare.
In the dream, she was running down dark slick black city streets, turning her head around to catch sight of her pursuer. She was naked, blood and come dripping out of her ass and mouth and she felt incredible pain burning her body, dulling her senses as she kept running, turning corners, finding no one on the streets. There was no one there to help her.
She felt as if her entire life was coated with a layer of blood and gore and the sky looked bloodied as well, a deep rose-pink color, devoid of clouds. Then, she heard footsteps behind her and when she looked back she saw the twisted grinning face of her aunt, Violet Heath.
"Soon, my little darling, soon I'll catch you," the woman said, her face painted, grotesque, fixing her with a stare of malevolence. And when she looked again, Violet was holding something in her hands.
At first, Trudy couldn't see what it was, but as her aunt got nearer, she saw that the woman was brandishing two severed cocks in her hands, cocks that seemed like pistols, able to kill and inflict violent pain.
She wondered what had happened to Nick. She didn't know where he was and he felt that she couldn't keep running much longer. The streets seemed to stretch out before her, offering no place to hide. But then, off in the distance, someone waved to her and she ran faster, even as Violet got nearer and nearer.
But when she neared the figure, she saw it was Nick and he fell down on the gutter, as bruised and battered as she was, collapsing at her feet. "See?" Violet said, suddenly on top of her. Her face was distorted, crooked and evil. A grin of demonical proportions covered her mouth and she held the two severed cocks in her hands, pointing them at Trudy's heart.
She squeezed them between her fingers, laughing all the while and as Trudy stared, she saw that they were erupting cream, come that seemed to sear her skin like bullets, shooting into her. She fell down next to Nick, crying hysterically, her body riddled with semen that burned her flesh like lava.
She awoke screaming, crying out in the night, her body drenched with sweat. "Don't worry, baby, I'm here, I'm here for you," she heard her friend Stacy Roberts whispering, holding her against her body. "I didn't want to wake you before. You seemed dead to the world. Oh, and I took off your clothes. You were soaking wet. Did you ever have night sweats before?"
Trudy turned her head from side to side, still in a daze. "What's happening? My god, the dream ... I don't remember ... it was all so horrible," she cried, burying her face down against Stacy's chest.
Stacy hugged her tightly, stroking her hair. She was, at that moment, just about willing to do anything for her friend. When she had gotten back to the studio she had found Trudy whimpering on the bed. She had taken off the girl's clothes and covered her with blankets, afraid of awakening her.
Now, she brought Trudy some hot soup, urging her to eat. The girl began to recover from her nightmare as she got her bearings. Then, she felt compelled to explain the business with her aunt. Stacy was amazed, almost unbelieving. "It sounds like another bad dream, honey," she told her friend.
"But it isn't! That's the point, Stacy, It's real. She wants to kill me. I'm not lying. I'm not imagining things. What time is it?"
"A little after ten."
"And he hasn't called. Oh god, what's happened to him?" she moaned.
"He'll call, don't worry, Just relax," Stacy said, running her hands over Trudy's body.
Trudy fell against her and closed her eyes. She was still exhausted, but as she leaned against her friend, she began to realize what was happening. At first, she wasn't sure. Stacy was massaging her legs, inching up to her thighs. But there was something in her motions, her gestures, which told Trudy that the girl's touch was not merely one of friendship and maternal devotion.
No, for Stacy was definitely getting excited. She had longed to touch her friend, had longed to make love to her and now she could no longer control herself. Trudy trembled against her, but she made no move to break away, Rather, Stacy's touch was somehow comforting, loving at a time when she needed love most of all.
She accepted the older woman's caresses, letting Stacy rub her fingers up along her thighs, getting nearer and nearer to her pussy. "I want to help you," Stacy whispered in her ear, leaning forward, She slowly began to nibble on Trudy's ear, sliding down to suck on the girl's neck. Trudy shivered and as she lay against her friend, the artist suddenly pressed her heated anxious fingers right against Trudy's pussy.
Trudy whimpered at the touch, but she didn't ask Stacy to stop. She held her breath, wondering what was happening to her, wondering why she was allowing this to go on when she felt she should have been thinking about Nick, worrying after him.
But Stacy was far too accomplished in the ways of seductive love. She lowered Trudy down on the bed and swung around, knowing exactly what she wanted. "Just relax, trust me," she whispered, stretching out in front of her friend.
Trudy looked down at her, but before she could say anything, Stacy was on her. She seemed to attack her pussy with a sudden burst of frenzied delight, her long raspy tongue swooping down between Trudy's supple ivory-white thighs.
"Yes, yes," Trudy whispered. "Love me. Love every part of me, I'm so alone," she whimpered, pushing her hips forward as he felt and watched Stacy licking up and down along her hairy cunt furrow. The woman sucked the girl's puffy mound. And when she found Trudy's oversized clitoris, she shivered violently, chewing on it as she pulled it right into the hot moist cavity of her mouth.
She kept gobbling up Trudy's clit as if it was a sweetmeat, a tasty morsel. Trudy trembled from the woman's languid and experienced touch, reaching out to run her fingers through Stacy's short cropped and mannish hair.
Stacy didn't stop.
She kept working her tongue in and out of the girl's box, lapping up and down and dividing her attentions between Trudy's thick thumb-like clit and the smooth swollen lips of the girl's box, unable to stop.
She tickled the inner lips which were hidden within the folds and creases of Trudy's vagina, chewing on these as well as Trudy suddenly pushed her hips forward, slamming her snatch into Stacy's hungry willing mouth.
"Yes, do it, feel me, do it to me," she whispered, watching as her pussy was explored and stimulated, touched and fondled and lapped at with overpowering desire.
Stacy responded, sponging Trudy's delicate snatch with her lips and tongue. Her clit seemed to fascinate her and she worked her mouth over the finger of hot tender flesh, chewing on it again and again. "Let me see you," Trudy whispered.
Stacy got to her feet and quickly began to shed her clothes. She kept her eyes riveted between Trudy's legs and when she dropped her clothes she fell against her friend, grinding her body down against Trudy's.
"Yes, it feels wonderful, wonderful," she whispered, her lips finding Trudy's mouth. She thrust out her tongue and they began to kiss with a frenzy that seemed to know no bounds, no limitations. And as they kissed, they rubbed their cunts together so that their clits met, frictioning furiously against each other.
Trudy's moans grew louder as both of their twats met, their cunt lips mashing together. Stacy kept moaning, whimpering as if in heat. She wrapped her arms around Trudy and began humping down into her, pushing down from her slim mannish hips, working her own thin clitoral stalk inside the furrow of Trudy's pussy.
But Stacy had further plans, far more elaborate sexual schemes.
She was mesmerized by Trudy's clitoris and she knew what she wanted to do next. Quickly, leaving Trudy on the floor, lying on her back, she swung around, lifting her legs up and then over Trudy's shoulders.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck my ass, baby. Do it, you know how. You can use it like a cock."
Trudy had never realized that she was capable of doing this and the idea excited her incredibly. She pushed forward, pulling open the lips of her hot and juicy box. Her clitoris popped out, hard and inflamed as Stacy pulled apart the cheeks of her tight boyish ass.
Trudy looked down at the woman's delicate little hole and pushed her pussy up against her ass, wondering if her clit could penetrate very far inside. But first, she spit into the palm of her hand, rubbing the slobber up and down Stacy's bottom-hole.
Then, she shoved forward, angling her clit directly into position. At first, her clit kept slipping back into its sheath, but with Stacy's help she finally succeeded in lodging it right inside the woman's ass.
"Yes, now move, oh shit so good, so beautiful," Stacy groaned, pumping forward.
They clung to each other, rocking and pumping back and forth on the mattress. Stacy felt Trudy's clitoris plowing into her ass, stimulating her as she held onto her friend and began to play with the girl's lush heaving breasts.
She held Trudy tight and clamped her sphincter muscles against the girl's thumb-like appendage. Trudy gave a tremulous shiver of delight, smashing her pussy again and again down against Stacy's tight heaving ass.
Her hips jerked back and forth as the woman leaned over and sucked one of her nipples right into her mouth. "More," Trudy called out. The friction was making her weak with pleasure and the more she shoved forward, the more Stacy pushed towards her, the more stimulated and excited she began to feel.
As for Stacy, it felt as if her ass was on fire, the finger of cunt-flesh like a miniature cock, scraping back and forth inside her rectum. Her body tingled and she took hold of one of Trudy's hands and pushed the girl's middle finger right down into her own snatch.
"Finger-fuck me," she instructed. "Let's come together, just the two of us."
Trudy was not loath to respond. She wiggled her finger in and out of her friend's narrow twat, grabbing hold of Stacy's clit and pulling at it with her thumb and forefinger. She could feel the juices streaming down, coating the walls of Stacy's pussy as the two of them drew closer and closer to their climaxes.
Trudy used her clitoris like a cock and as she fucked her friend, relishing the unique and unusual nature of their act, she lifted Stacy's head away from her tits and pressed her lips against the woman's mouth.
Their tongues curled together and her body began to burn with a fierce sexual hunger, her juices matting her cunt hairs as she got ready to come. Stacy reached down and even as Trudy finger-fucked her pussy and stuffed her clit up into her ass, she grabbed hold of the girl's plump white bottom.
She gripped Trudy's ass cheeks, one in each hand, pushing her up against her, trying to force more and more of Trudy's clitoris into her bottom. And then she kept nipping at it with her muscles, making Trudy Heath moan with unbearable pleasure.
"Now, oh yes, I'm going to come!" the girl yelled out as they pumped back and forth on the mattress, coated with sweat, unable to stop themselves.
Stacy loved the very feel, the touch of her friend's body. She rubbed her fingers over Trudy's ass, massaging her buns with her fingertips. Then, she slid her hands down to the damp valley between the globes of Trudy Heath's ass.
"Touch me there," Trudy whispered. "I'm going to come, soon, another minute," she promised.
Heated and anxious to please, Stacy moved her fingers into the girl's crevice. She pulled her tongue out of Trudy's mouth and sucked on her chin, her neck, as she felt the tight puckered swirls of the girl's tender young anus. Quickly, hoping to make Trudy come, she thrust a stiffened finger right up to Trudy's bottom-hole.
Trudy squealed out as the woman's middle finger lodged itself inside her rectum. She kept pushing forward, her clit ramming itself in and out of Stacy's overheated and slimy backside.
Stacy rammed and pistoned her middle finger in and out at the same tempo, the same rate that she felt Trudy pumping her marvelous oversized clitoris into her ass. She knew she couldn't hold back much longer and no matter what she did to prolong the pleasure, her climax was bearing down on her, ready to explode.
The sensations seemed heightened, concentrated and as Trudy jabbed her fingers into Stacy's pussy, the older woman screamed out that she was coming.
Her body shivered and she trembled hotly, her thick slimy juices cascading down the walls of her snatch. Trudy began to come as well, clinging to her friend as the two of them moaned together, moving back and forth, unable to control themselves. They hung onto each other as Trudy kept crying out.
Stacy felt a fresh deluge of cunt juice bathing her asshole, making the opening wet and slippery. They were unable to stop. Stacy's finger moved in and out of Trudy's ass. Trudy's finger moved in and out of Stacy's cunt, her clit slamming into the woman's bottom, all at the same time.
Trudy didn't know how long they held onto each other, unable to break away. She finally let go and Stacy lowered her onto the mattress, whispering into her ear. "You're beautiful, my darling," she said.
But Trudy wasn't listening. For as soon as the pleasure had passed, the reality of her situation hit her like a blow to the head. It was late in the evening and she realized that she had to go and find Nick.
Unfortunately, that was exactly what Violet had hoped for. In fact, she had even planned on it. Because when it was close to midnight Trudy left the studio. She told Stacy that she was going to the Hotel Wilde to find Nick, for she didn't know where her aunt was staying.
"And what happens if he isn't there?" Stacy asked, afraid for her friend.
"Then I'll spend the night there and call you in the morning. Don't worry. They don't know where I am, so everything's cool."
She had underestimated her aunt. Totally.
For as soon as she left the studio a hand clamped itself over her mouth. The street was dark and deserted. There were no passersby to see what was happening. Struggling, trying to escape and cry out, Trudy was dragged to the curb where a waiting car sat parked. The back door opened and she was thrown inside.
Then the driver pulled away and when she looked up, she found herself staring into her aunt's eyes. "Good evening, my child," the woman began. "Long time no see, as they say. We've been expecting you. I'm so glad you didn't disappoint us."
"Where's Nick!" Trudy screamed out. "What have you done to him!"
Marta was driving the car and she looked up through the rearview mirror, smiling at Trudy Heath's discomfort and helplessness. As for Flanders, he sat on the other side of the girl, hoping that he would be able to get his rocks off before Violet decided her niece's fate.
Violet could sense his insatiable sexual needs and her own perverse sense of amusement was triggered by Flanders' presence. "I don't think you've met one of my associates, my dear," she said to her niece, turning to the black man. "This is Flanders, my right hand. Trudy Heath, my onetime niece."
"Fuck you!" the girl spat out, her fear melting as her anger rose up. She tried striking out at Violet, but Flanders was far too strong for her. Within a matter of seconds he had pinned her down in her seat, gripping her hands tightly with his own.
"Now, now, Miss Heath," he said in a sarcastic tone. "Be a good girl now. If you are, I'll give you a lollypop."
"His lollypop, he means," Marta called out with a laugh, turning the car onto the drive. The city was dark and few cars passed them as she kept going at an even fifty-five.
And the more Flanders stared at Trudy, the more excited he became. He switched his grip, holding onto both of her wrists with one hand while he quickly pulled down his zipper.
"You're a freak!" the girl said to her aunt.
But Violet only laughed, all eyes on Flanders as he pulled his cock out into the open. Trudy turned to see what was happening and her eyes opened wide. She could hardly believe that the man sitting next to her was playing with himself. And that he had a huge throbbing hard-on besides only added to her surprise.
"You don't mean ..." she began.
"Exactly," he grinned at her. Quickly, he pulled her around, forcing her to sit on top of his lap. Trudy started to pull away, but Violet reached into her purse and pulled out the small black revolver Marta had used to threaten Nick Prescott.
"Cooperate, my dear," she said in a breathless tone. "I want to see you squirm, on top of Flanders' pecker to be more exact. I've never seen you in action, my dear. You must be quite a piece, judging from Mr. Prescott's devotion."
Trudy opened her mouth, but no words came out. She felt numb with shock, unable to comprehend what was happening to her. That her aunt had actually kidnapped her was one thing. But that she was now anxious to see Trudy fucking her black henchman was quite another. "I'm dreaming," she said aloud.
But she knew she wasn't.
Working with feverish speed, Flanders pulled up her skirt, reached inside and grabbed hold of Trudy's panties. The gun pressed against the small of her back and she slumped forward, giving in to her aunt's sick and depraved tastes.
"Do it, she wants it. I can tell," Violet murmured.
Flanders was all too anxious to begin. He ripped Trudy's undies down, pulling them off of her hips until they fell around her ankles. Then, lifting her slightly up in the air, he aimed his massive coal-black cock into place. He could see the slim tapering lips of the girl's succulent vagina and he broke into a sweat, unable to control himself.
"Yes, yes," he whispered. "Feel it, little lady. Ten thick black inches. Just for you." And saying that, he pushed her down, thrusting her against him.
Trudy screamed out. But it was too late, far too late.
The lips of her pussy opened wide, stretched apart as Flanders battered into her with a deep searing thrust. Trudy was barely able to accommodate him. She felt her insides being stretched and ripped open as the guy's huge thick weapon of a cock plowed into her tender parts.
"No," she whimpered.
But Flanders wouldn't stop. He felt the soft moist walls of the girl's tight and elastic hole. It was much tighter and sweeter than either Violet's or Marta's pussies and he kept pushing upwards, pulling her down against his body.
Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his massive unwieldly tool into place, impaling her on his impressive super-cock. Violet watched, staring with disbelief. She had wondered if her niece would be able to handle the black guy's massive pecker, but now she knew that Trudy could take anything, anything at all.
Trudy looked down with a low-pitched moan. She watched Flanders working his penis into her. Already, more than five thick pulsating inches were buried between the outer lips of her snatch, five more to go. They guy had pulled his balls out of his pants and she saw them as well.
Like a grapefruit, she thought to herself, staring down at the wrinkled black scrotal sac which swayed from side to side. Flanders kept pushing upwards as much as he could and his cock disappeared inside her gash with a loud penetrating thrust.
"Oh yeah, she's tight all right," he mumbled, the entire length of his penis hidden within the depths and recesses of her young tender mount. "Now move baby, move!"
He forced Trudy to ride his dick, pulling her back and forth on top of his meat. Despite what was happening, Trudy did not feel any pain. She only concentrated on the heat building up in her loins, knowing that she was getting off on the guy's enormously thick rigid phallus.
Violet was utterly fascinated by the sight.
She stared as Trudy was lifted up and down and Flanders' dick moved in and out of her widely stretched pussy. She became so excited in fact that she leaned over on the seat, opening her mouth. Stretching out her tongue, Violet began to swab the base of Flanders' dong, licking it hotly and rubbing her lips against the well-crammed entrance to her niece's vagina.
Trudy saw what was happening and it only added to her surprise. She felt her aunt nibbling on her cunt lips, sucking on the black's cock as it slid in and out of her wet and dripping vagina. Flanders kept swearing, moaning loudly as Marta watched the proceedings through the rear-view mirror, finding it difficult to concentrate on her driving.
Flanders' swollen pecker moved smoothly in and out of Trudy's snatch. He was breathing hard and every muscle in his body was trembling with his insistent desires. His cock was burning, the skin rubbed raw as he plowed up into her, forcing her to ride his meat like a hobby-horse.
And Violet's sucking lapping tongue-strokes added to his delight as the woman chewed on his pubic hairs, licked the thick stem of his hose and worked herself into a sweat. "Faster!" he suddenly called out. "Ride me, baby. Feel a man going into you, a man!"
Trudy was barely conscious of what was happening. She was bounced and jiggled on top of Flanders' lap, his cock filling her to an incredible degree. It was almost as if she could taste it in her mouth, as if he had penetrated her very guts with the forceful exertions of his oversized tool.
It seemed to her that Flanders was like a machine. His entire body was like some sexual engine, highly tuned, every muscle working towards that highly shattering and explosive moment or climax. She wanted to come as well, wanted to see how much cream he would shoot into her and how his body would react to that final moment of unbearable and wracking delight.
"I'm gonna shoot, ladies!" he called out triumphantly. "Oh yeah, harder. Work it in, kiddo. Up and down, beautiful, beautiful."
He grit his teeth and swung her about like a rag doll, pumping back and forth with bone-jarring momentous strokes. Trudy felt as if she was being swallowed alive. Flanders was touching every inch of her pussy, frictioning against the entire hot length of her vagina canal.
Her ass quivered and bounced against his hard muscular thighs and she felt the dampness of her pussy wetting his pants as he kept stroking into her, one lightning-like thrust followed quickly by another. But he could not keep it up for too much longer.
His cock flicked wildly from side to side and then he trembled against her. Violet felt what was happening and she sucked even harder, wondering if she would be able to feel the man's cock ejaculating into her niece's overworked snatch.
"Yes, now, feel it, kiddo!" he suddenly screamed out, no longer in control of himself. "Feel my come, my thick hot come! All of it! All of it! Every last thick drop!"
Then, Trudy slumped against him as she felt the most incredible load of cream began to pour into her snatch. It began spurting out, white and thick, shooting straight up into her cunt like a geyser, the cream falling back against the walls of her pussy, dripping down over her thighs.
Flanders kept moaning, ranting and raving above the sound of the engine. Violet kept sucking, feeling the come flowing out of the man's tool, tasting it as it dribbled back down and coated his pubic bush.
She was wetting her pants, dripping through her undies as both Flanders and her niece experienced an almost simultaneous orgasm. Trudy nearly lost consciousness and she closed her eyes as Flanders fell back against the seat, his cock shriveling inside her damp sticky hole.
"That's just for openers," her aunt said, getting back up and looking into her niece's widely dilated eyes. "There'll be more, my sweet, my pretty. Lots more for you and your friend, dear Mr. Nick Prescott."
Trudy didn't know what to say. She kept her eyes averted, her pussy dripping with come. She didn't know what to expect any more. But, if anything, she didn't doubt the truth of her aunt's threat. She knew Violet would do anything, anything at all to get her inheritance.
At the Hotel LeGrande the night clerk looked up to find himself smiling at Buddy Moran, the house detective. "Hey," he said with a grin, "I thought you were on vacation. Florida, wasn't it?"
"I was rained out," Buddy admitted, chewing on the ragged stub of a cigar. "I got a little homesick for my beat," and he motioned to the hotel lobby. "A man gets antsy without anything to do. So I thought I'd pay you a visit, see what's happening."
"Oh, by the way, there was a fellow here to see you this afternoon. A Nick Prescott. Said he was a friend of yours."
"Sure," Buddy smiled. "Nick and I are old buddies, from way back. What did he want? Did he say?"
"No, he had some business with one of the guests, a Violet Heath up in 1219. In fact, I think he may still be up there now. I haven't seen him leave. Let me ring her suite."
Buddy leaned back against the front desk and waited. He hadn't seen Nick in months and now he hoped his friend was still visiting. He wanted to buy him a drink, talk about old times. The night clerk came back with a expression of surprise on his face.
"I was sure he hadn't left, but no one answers the phone."
"Let me go up and surprise him."
"Sure thing, Buddy, only knock before you use the key," and he grinned, handing Buddy the skeleton key which opened every room in the hotel.
When Buddy got to Room 1219 he knocked loudly on the door. He heard nothing and waited. Then, as if from far away, he thought he heard someone mumbling. Wondering what was up, hoping he wouldn't catch his friend in bed with a chick, he put the key in the lock and turned the knob.
The door swung up, but the living room of the suite was empty. He walked inside, closing the door behind. "Anyone home," he called out. And when he waited for a reply, the muted sounds grew louder. They seemed to come from inside the bedroom and Buddy knocked on the door, wondering what was going on.
Funny, he thought to himself. The door was locked and he put the key into place and turned the knob, hoping for the best. But what he saw made him open his mouth with shock and surprise. The cigar fell onto the floor.
Nick Prescott was lying on his back, totally naked, he was bound and gagged and when he saw Buddy he began to moan all the more loudly.
"Holy shit!" his friend murmured, quickly undoing the gag around Nick's mouth.
"Man, you're a fucking godsend," the house detective said, waiting for his friend to undo the ties around his arms and legs.
"What the fuck's going on?" Buddy asked, noticing all the come stains on the sheets, the huge rubber dildo lying on the floor, stained with blood and reek.
Nick explained as best he could, massaging his wrists and ankles to get the blood going. Buddy brought him some water and he gulped it down. "How did you ever find out I was here?"
Buddy told his part of the story and when Nick filled him in on the rest of the gory and rather unbelievable details, the house detective was up in arms. "I'll call the cops!" he said, moving to the phone.
"No, no you can't. They may have Trudy by now. Let me call her friend and see what's been happening." But when he spoke to Stacy, she sounded frightened and incredibly alarmed.
"Said she was going over to the Wilde to find out. Don't you know where she is? My God, Prescott! They may have murdered her by now!"
"No, I'm sure they haven't. They need me for their dirty little scheme. Don't worry, Stacy. Just sit by the phone. I'll get back to you as soon as I can find her. And whatever you do, don't call the cops. Not yet at least!"
Then, he asked Buddy to speak to the night clerk. "If that Heath dame comes in, ring her suite," he explained. "I'll explain everything later. But don't tell her we're up in the room. It's a matter of life and death."
Moran was glad he had worn his service revolver. He had it in a holster under his arm and now, he checked to make sure it was loaded.
"They'll bring her back here for sure," Nick told him.
They did not have to wait too very long. Less than an hour later the phone rang. Buddy jumped, but Nick put his hand on the receiver. "They're on their way up now," the night clerk said breathlessly, enjoying his role in what he fancied was a mystery play in which he was crucial character.
"Get the police and have them wait outside the room," Nick said. Then he hung up abruptly. They closed the bedroom door and Buddy took out his gun. A few minutes later, the front door was unlocked and they both heard Violet Heath, cursing at the top of her lungs.
"You little smelly cunt. After you see your friend, you'll know how serious I am, bitch!"
A key was inserted in the bedroom door and Buddy motioned Nick back. He didn't want to use the gun unless it was absolutely necessary.
When the door swung open, Violet yelled out in surprise. "He's gone!" she screamed. She moved into the room and Buddy thrust the butt of his revolver into the small of her back.
"As they say, don't nobody move," Nick snarled, standing by his friend.
Marta made a move to the door and as for Flanders, he had no weapon but his fists. He started to grab Trudy, who couldn't believe what was happening.
"Touch her and she's dead," Buddy said, pushing the gun into Violet's back.
She nodded her head to the black man and Nick grabbed Trudy and pulled her away from Flanders. They heard the sound of scuffling in the hall and the door swung open again as Marta Braun was led inside by two tall and burly policemen. A detective followed in close pursuit, his gun out, not knowing what to expect.
Flanders lifted his hands up and Violet began to scream, cursing her niece, cursing Flanders for his stupidity, cursing Marta for running out on her.
Nick tried to explain what was happening but the detective found it difficult to believe. "You're telling me she's trying to kill her niece? For money?"
"They kidnapped me, raped me!" Trudy screamed out.
It was only down at the station house that Buddy and Nick were able to convince the precinct captain of what had happened. Violet's attorney was unable to post bail, set at $25,000.
"It's over," Nick told Trudy after she had spoken to her own attorney. "A couple more weeks and you'll be twenty-five and she'll be up on trial on charges of kidnapping and intent to kill."
"It's just ... just so hard to believe, Nick. I never thought she'd try to go through with it. God, if it wasn't for your friend we might both be dead by now."
"But we're not, and that's what counts. Right now I think we both could use a nice long rest:"
"Let me take you then!" she said, smiling and hugging him tightly. "Anywhere, anywhere you want. Europe, Africa, the South Seas. I have more money now than I know what to do with. Oh please, Nick. Let me make you happy."
"Sure, kiddo. Whatever you say." He looked down into her eyes and suddenly didn't doubt her. That it was finally over, that the game of cops and robbers had been played for keeps and that they had won, was still something he found difficult to believe. He told Trudy to call her friend and when she came out of the phone booth they got into a cab and went back downtown to the Hotel Wilde.
"Do you love me, really love me?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Don't bullshit me, Nick Prescott. I'm not a little girl any more. Not now, not ever again. I need you. Is that good enough?"
He knew he couldn't say no. Just looking at her, seeing her ripe pert breasts rising and falling, hearing the throaty breathless quality of her voice, all made him tremble with desire. His body ached to hold her, comfort her, to love her for as long as he was able.
Looking out the window of the taxi he saw the dark streets, empty and silent. But they were no longer frightening, ominous. They were no longer the pursued and he put his hand around her shoulders as she snuggled up to him.
"I've never seen the pyramids," he whispered.
"Neither have I. But now we will. And that's not a threat, Mr. Prescott. That's a promise."