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The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 01

By: alex_lover



 (A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read) 

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As the first big drops of rain splashed to the sidewalk, Tom cupped his hands under Nikki's elbow and said, "We can make it to the shopping mall - if we run." She nodded, held up her skirt with her left hand, and ran lightly, her weight forward on the balls of her feet, her stride long and easy, with lots of knee action. Tom, long legged as he was, did not have to hold back on her account.

The first forerunners of the shower had caught them on a side where there were no protective awnings. By the time they reached the corner, the eaves were sluicing rain. The portico of the mall was twenty yards from the corner. They sprinted for it, while raindrops, pelting like liquid bullets, hit the sidewalk so hard they seemed to rebound before exploding into mushrooms of water.

Tom guided his wife thru the revolving door. "Come on," he said "This rain's good for half an hour, and there's a restaurant on the top floor where we can have coffee and talk."

Her laughing eyes regarded him from under long lashes in sidelong appraisal. "I didn't think I'd ever get you into a shopping mall's coffee room, Tom."

Tom regarded the drops of water on the sidewalk, "its fate Nikki," he laughed. "And remember, I'm not going to squire you around while you shop. We get in the elevator and go to the top floor. I pay no attention when the attendant says, "Second floor ... women's fur coats and lingerie, third floor diamonds, pearl necklaces and gold ear rings, and ..."

She gave him a playful pinch and laughed.

They crowded into the elevator. It moved slowly upwards, stopping at each floor while the girl called out the various departments in a tired monotone. "We forgot children's toys on the fifth," Nikki pointed out.

Tom's eyes were wistful. "Someday, Nikki," he said, "after I have bagged some big contracts I am going to get a railroad track with stations, tunnels, block signals and side tracks. I'll layout an elaborate electric railway through my private office, out into the kids room, and ..." He broke off as she sternly wagged a finger under his nose.

"Matter?"

"I will not have any electric railroad train rattling and swaying thru my kitchen," she said in a stern voice with twinkles in her eyes.

He chuckled, guided her to a table in the coffee room, and looked out at the sheeted rain which lashed against the windows.

"Honey, we must honestly and seriously get along with this business of our next generation," he said, looking fondly at her. "Every time I see a kid in her mother's arm I start thinking how nice it would be to have baby girl with your cute looks pulling at my nose while I ... "

"Well, Mr. Tom Sinclair, you will first have to order something nice for this hungry girl," she said, smiling back happily at her husband. They had been holding back on the family front for some time till his security business had stabilized.

Nikki was tall, almost 5'8'', with blonde, wavy, shoulder length hair, blue, twinkling eyes, generous rosy lips, ripe, young breasts with fleshy hips tapering down to smooth, lovely, long legs.

She had met Tom in college where she was doing a course on journalism while he was pursuing a course in security and intelligence services. He had done a stint in the army and was now planning to set up a security agency.

She had been immediately attracted towards the six foot, dark hair; brown eyed, ex army man with soft, gentle manners. The square jaw and chiseled looks gave a glimpse into his strong, never say die nature. She was drawn to him like a magnet.

On graduating, Nikki moved in with Tom who had already passed out earlier, being senior to her. She joined the local newspaper while Tom worked his ass off to firmly establish his agency.

A year later they married to set up their own home.

She picked up the menu. "Well, Mr. Sinclair, since you're buying the dinner, I'm going to make it my heavy meal."

I thought you were going on a diet," he said, with mock concern.

"I am," she admitted, "I am a hundred and twelve. I want to go back to a hundred and nine."

"Dry, whole wheat toast," he suggested, "and coffee without sugar, would ..."

"Hey look who is being stingy. It's not often that we get time out for an evening together. I know when I am getting the breaks; I'll have cream of tomato soup, avocado and grapefruit salad, a filet mignon, artichokes, and plum pudding with brandy sauce." 

"There goes my profit from the last case," he said in a mock sorrowful tone.

Tom glanced up to see the waitress hovering at his elbow, he said firmly, "Two cream of tomato soups, two avocado and grapefruit salad, two filet mignons, medium rare and two plum puddings with brandy sauce."

"Tom!" Nikki exclaimed. "I was only kidding!"

"You should never kid at mealtime," he told her admonishingly.

"But I can't eat all that."

"This," he said, "is poetic justice." Then to the waitress, "Go ahead and start brining it on. Don't listen to any protests."

The waitress smiled and departed. Nikki said, "Now I suppose I'll have to live on bread and water for a week to keep from putting on weight ... Don't you like to watch people in a place like this Tom?"

He nodded his steady, tolerant eyes moving from table to table, appraising the occupants in swift scrutiny.

"Tell me, Tom," she said, "in your line of business you have seen human nature in the raw. You've seen people torn and twisted by emotions which have ripped aside all the hypocrisy and pretence of everyday life ... doesn't it make you frightfully cynical?"

"Quite the contrary," he said. "People have their strong points and their weak points. The true philosopher sees them as they are, and is never disappointed, because he doesn't expect too much. The cynic is one who starts with a false pattern and becomes disappointed because people don't conform to that pattern. Most of the little chiseling practices come from trying to cope with our economic conventions. When it comes right down to fundamentals, people are fairly dependable. The neighbor, who would cheat you out of a pound of sugar, would risk her life to save you from drowning."

Nikki thought that over, and then said, "There's a lot of difference in people. Look at that aggressive woman over there at the left, bullying the poor waitress ... and contrast her with that white haired woman who's standing over there by the window, the one who has such a benign, peaceful look. She's so placid, so homey, so ..."

Tom said, "As it so happens, that homely looking woman's a shop lifter."

"What!" she exclaimed.

"And," Tom went on, "the man, who's standing over there by the cashier's desk, apparently trying to cash a cheque, is a stores detective who's followed her in here."

"How do you know she's a shop lifter, Tom?" she asked wide eyed with interest.

"Notice the way she keeps her left arm rigidly at her side. She's holding something under that long coat. Notice the way the woman has turned her head; I believe she knows she's been followed."

"Will she sit down and start eating?" Nikki asked, her eyes now keenly observing the woman.

"Probably not, she must have quite a lot of stuff concealed under her coat. It would be difficult to eat without ... there she goes into the restroom."

"Now what?" Nikki asked.

"If she's wise she's been followed," Tom said, "she'll probably ditch the stuff in the restroom ... there's the store detective going over to talk with the attendant. They'll try to handle the things very quietly."

"I can't imagine her being a shoplifter," Nikki protested. "That white hair, the high forehead, the calm steady eyes, and the sensitive mouth ... it just isn't possible."

Tom said thoughtfully, "My experience has taught me that when a person with an honest face has stolen goods in his possession, the face is usually a mask, carefully cultivated as a stock in trade."

Their waitress brought them steaming fragrant soup. The lady attendant appeared in the door of the restroom and nodded briefly to the store detective. A moment later, the white haired woman emerged and walked directly to an adjoining table.

She was soon joined by a young woman, who going by the resemblance, was definitely a relative of the white haired woman.

"Oh there you are! I was worried about you."

"I lost you somewhere in the crowd, Ginny, so I decided I'd come up and have a cup of coffee. At my age, I've found it never pays to worry."

The store detective interposed his bulky figure between Tom's eyes and the face of the white haired woman. "I'm very sorry, Madam," he said, "but I'm going to have to ask you to step into the office."

Tom heard a quick gasp of consternation from the girl, but the woman's voice remained calmly placid. "I have no intention of stepping into the office, young man. I'm about to have dinner. If anyone in the office wishes to see me, he can come here."

"I'm trying," the detective said with dignity, "to avoid making a scene."

Nikki pushed back her soup, to watch with frank interest, as the detective stepped behind the woman's chair. She calmly broke off a piece of bread, buttered it, unhurriedly glanced up over the shoulder and said, "Don't try to avoid making a scene on my account, young man. Go right ahead."

"You're making it difficult for me," he said.

"Indeed," she muttered.

"Aunt Sarah," the girl pleaded, "don't you think ..."

"I'm placing you under arrest for shoplifting," the man said.

"Arrest?" she inquired, pausing with the buttered fragment of bread half way to her lips. What are you talking about?"

The woman chewed her bread calmly, nodding to herself as though mentally digesting the possibilities of the situation. "How very amusing," she said, picking up her glass of water.

The irritation in the detective's voice made it distinctly audible to persons sitting within a radius of three tables. "I've been following you," he charged, "watching you put things under your coat." And as the woman made as though to open her coat, he added quickly, Of course I know you haven't them now. You left them in the restroom." He turned and nodded to the lady attendant, who vanished thru the curtained doorway.

"I don't think," the woman said reminiscently, as though trying to recall an eventful past, "that I've ever been arrested in the past for shoplifting ... No, I'm quite certain I haven't."

"Aunty," the girl exclaimed, "The man's not joking, he's serious, he's ..." The attendant appeared from the restroom carrying an armful of clothes. There were silk stockings, bits of silk lingerie, a silk blouse, a scarf and a pair of lounging pajamas.

The girl opened her purse, pulled out her cheque book. "My aunt," she explained rapidly, "is rather eccentric. She does her shopping at times in an unusual manner. I'm afraid perhaps she's a little absent minded. If you'll kindly tell me the exact amount and will be so good as to have the purchases wrapped, I'll ..."

"I'll do nothing of that sort," the detective interrupted. "You can't get away with that stuff, and you know it. That's an old gag, pulled by every shoplifter in the country. When you get caught red handed with the goods, you're "shopping." We have another name for it. We call it 'stealing.'

"Madam" the detective exclaimed, placing a hand on her shoulder, "you're under arrest!"

Nikki looked pleadingly at her husband, her mouth forming the word 'no.'

Tom's chair scrapped back as he got to his feet, to tower above the chunky detective. His hand clapped down on the man's shoulder with explosive force. "Just ... a ... minute," he said. The detective whirled, his face dark with rage.

"You may be a detective," replied Tom, "but you know very little about law. In the first place, that's not the proper way to make an arrest. In the second place, you evidently don't have a warrant, nor has any crime been committed in your presence. In the third place, if you knew any law, you'd realize that you can't make a charge of shoplifting stick until a person attempts to remove the goods from the premises. Anyone can pick goods in a mall and carry them all over the place, and you can't do a thing about it until that person walks out to the sidewalk."

Nikki stared in awe at her husband as he methodically tore apart the detective's stand.

"Who the hell are you? An accomplice?"

Tom flashed him his security accreditations which showed that his agency was approved by the government as an A category investigating agency.

It was instantly apparent from the man's face that he recognized the accreditation for what it meant.

"What's more," Tom went on, "you're laying your shopping mall wide open to a damage suit. Try using force on this woman and you will be very much sadder and perhaps a wiser individual."

Nikki looked on with a look of girlish adornment written all over face. She had always known her husband was good, but this was fantastic. The detective was undecided. His eyes showed surly rage. Just then an excited assistant manager, who had evidently been summoned by the phone, bustled into the room.

"What's happening here Fred?" he asked.

The detective quickly briefed him in a hushed tone.

"And who the hell are you?" the manager demanded.

Tom handed him his card. The manager glanced at the card, and then his head jerked back and up, as though pulled with a string.

"Come down to the office, Fred'" he said, "I'm afraid you've made a mistake."

"I tell you there hasn't been any mistake," Fred said. "I've been following her ..."

"I said come down to the office."

He then looked towards the girl accompanying the white haired lady. "I'll have these purchases wrapped. Where shall we deliver them, Madam, or would you prefer to take them with you?"

"Just wrap them. We will take them from your office after I have signed a cheque for them," said the girl. She grabbed her aunt by her elbow and began to follow the manager to the office, throwing a grateful look to Tom as they passed by him.

"Do you think she was really a shoplifter?" asked Nikki as she pushed open the door of their house. The rain having stopped briefly, the two had decided to drive home at the earliest.

"Difficult to say, but the expression on the girl's face seemed genuine enough."

"Apart from that we really do not know anything more about them, so I suppose the benefit of doubt goes in favor of your gentle, old lady," he finished with a boyish smile.

Nikki gave him a playful punch as her husband took her in his arms and drew her close to himself. He placed both his arms around her waist and touched his forehead against her, as though gently swaying to the sound of music. Nikki smiled and closed her eyes, resting her head on his strong, muscular chest, taking in his strong masculine scent.

"May I have the pleasure of a dance?" whispered Tom, as they continued to sway, their bodies pressed together.

"Ummm ...," sighed Nikki as the pressure of his aroused manhood against her stomach began to ignite the all too familiar sensations in her body. Tom unbuttoned his wife's blouse and tossed it aside, then her skirt followed suit. The two were soon naked. Tom again took his naked wife in his arms and they began to sway to the tune of an imaginary tune.

"Ouch," said Nikki with a feigned tone of annoyance as her husband's manhood rubbed against her smooth skin, "Mr. Sinclair, I do suggest that we take a break from the dance floor till it's more convenient for you to escort a lady to the dance floor," she continued with a giggle, her musky womanly scent filling up the room.

Tom stopped and let go of his wife and looked down, "My dear lady you are indeed correct, so very inappropriate of me," he said with a chuckle.

Nikki stood smiling, looking adoringly at her husband, her eyes moving over his broad shoulders, tanned muscular chest and then to that lovely darling looking so wonderfully aroused and erect.

"Indeed Sir, could this lady be of any help to you," she asked with an impish grin.

Tom quickly bent and scooped up his naked wife in his strong muscular arms and began making way to their bedroom. "Now that you have mentioned my dear lady, I think your continued support and cooperation could indeed go a long way in alleviating this current form of inappropriateness this gentleman finds himself in," he said as he opened the bedroom door with a push of his broad shoulders and gently placed his wife on their bed. He lay on top of his wife, looking into her eyes, pushing away the strands of hair falling across her eyes. He pressed his lips on her soft, rosy lips, opening her mouth, letting his tongue tease her.

Nikki wrapped her slender arms across his back and pulled him closer to her, feeling his warmth. He began kissing her neck, moving downwards, giving full attention to her erect reddish brown nipples. His tongue rolled over her areolas leaving a trail of saliva, then moved downwards towards her sensitive belly button. She let out a low moan as her husband gave his full, undivided attention to her belly button. Her body was responding to her husband's foreplay, her nectar increasing in flow. By now she knew her clit would be forcing its way out of its protective hood, demanding attention and relief from his touch.

He rolled her over to her stomach and began playing his lips over her smooth back, kissing her, moving over her bare back in a fluid motion, his lips brushing against her hot body. Oh, he knew what he wanted as his trials of kisses went lower and lower. She gasped aloud as he husband's lip touched her most erotic zone, the lower back, just where her back connected up with her round and smooth buttocks.

This was his body ... and soul; he knew how to make love to her, to take her along with him in this sexual copulation.

"Aahhh ..," wailed Nikki as her orgasm hit her ... and he had not even penetrated her!

Tom rolled her back on her back. An unsaid message passed between the man and woman as the wife spread open her legs to welcome her mate. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, then bent down to kiss her wet pussy lips, his tongue giving her clit the much needed attention it sought. Then he positioned himself above her, gently guiding his erect manhood inside her warm, moist vagina. Tom leaned closer and gently kissed her neck, his hips continuing their strong, vigorous motions, making sure she reached her greatest peak. She responded with affection and warm delight, thrusting and grinding against her husband, his love firing her blood with uncivilized, wholly elemental hunger, sending a white hot intensity of sensation roaring thru her body.

The two perspiring bodies continued their copulation, the man expressing his undying love for his woman, the woman reciprocating the emotions by tightly wrapping her arms around her man, her legs invitingly open, her moist vagina receiving him deep inside her, lubricating him with her nectar, joining them together as one body and soul.

With a final thrust, Tom shot his load into his wife's womb and collapsed besides her. Neither said a word. Nikki turned over and rested her head on his chest, her breathing slowly returning to normal, listening to the sound of the rain hitting against the bedroom windows. It had begun to rain heavily again.

The silence was broken by the sound of the mobile. It was Tom's. He looked at the clock, "now who would be ringing at this late hour," he muttered. He looked at the number and his face became serious.

"Hello," he said.

The voice at the other end spoke briefly and then the mobile went dead.

"Anything wrong?" asked Nikki anxiously, covering her breasts with the bed sheet.

"That was Greta," he said absentmindedly, his brows pressed together, "said something about an Octopussy Necklace before her cell went dead."

"Octopussy Necklace?"


The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 01



He nodded grimly. "And her cell is now shut off."

"Maybe she doesn't want to speak now."

"But then why ring up so late in the night? Unless it was important"

"Something must have come up," she said in a consoling tone. "Or maybe her boyfriend is keeping her busy," she added with a giggle.

Tom looked up at the ceiling, "She is working undercover in this classy bordello about a hundred miles up north on the highway," said Tom before he could stop himself.

"Wow!" exclaimed Nikki, her eyes wide with interest. He gave a shrug, "Maybe you are correct, she will most probably call back again in the morning." Nikki nodded and snuggled up close to him chatting idly before slowly drifting into sleep.

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A blaze of lightning lit up the night as rain continued to come down hard from the dark, thundering clouds. He walked leisurely to his office and lit up a cigarette. He smoked calmly for some minutes till the burning end was close to his fingers.

"She must have undressed by now," he thought. Her nakedness would save him a lot of time later. Then he crushed the stub and moved over to the concealed levers and flipped the lever that would send gas into the room. He smiled broadly as he pulled out his watch. In another minute she would be dead. The double-crosser would be silenced forever. Things will be safe again ... safe for him.

He giggled.

Then he pressed another lever. This would turn off the gas and also open up the exhaust system which will take another ten minutes to clean up the air. He passed the time by idly going thru some technical magazines. After ten minutes he set the magazine aside and made way to the lethal chamber.

A faint aroma of the gas was still in the air. She lay on the table, naked and dead. She was very beautiful, even in death. She had given him pleasure a number of times. One of his favorites she was. But then he had overheard her on the cell. Oh, how angry he had been. But now everything was okay.

A distant clap of thunder brought down more rain. The man now pulled at a third lever which would open a trap door thru which her lifeless body would slide down to the basement and into the tank full of chemicals to dissolve her body. He then donned the rubber gloves and made his way to the basement to carefully dissect the dissolved remains before putting them in the burning chamber.

Yes, everything would now be okay.



The next morning Nikki drove off to her office early. She had a couple of stories to cover which take her across the town and back. Tom had been asleep and she left a note for him.

On her way to office she thought about the call her husband had received the previous night. His operator, Greta, was working in a bordello. "I wonder what could be of interest in a cathouse," thought Nikki. "Maybe some drug dealing racket or something like that," she surmised, "I hope he takes proper care of himself." 

It turned out to be a busy day. The schedule was pretty tight and she and Cyndi, her colleague and friend, had to move with a military precision to cover all the angles, analyze the information and then roll out the story.

"Nice work girls," said their editor as he went thru their submission. "A couple of changes are required here and there, but otherwise I think it is ready to be printed." The two exchanged a happy glance. They trooped out of chamber and began furiously working over the corrections pointed out by the editor. Just then her mobile buzzed.

She picked up the mobile. There was an SMS from her husband.

"Will be out of town tonight. Call you back soon."

"Aw, no," she muttered. She hated being alone. But, what with his business being in the setting up phase, it was quite often that he had to go out of town to sort out things. Networking to sort out things was the way he put it.

Nikki stayed back late to finish her story. On the way back she grabbed a pizza and some sandwiches for dinner. She really didn't feel like cooking when alone at home. She watched a re - run of a classic on the cable; spoke to her parents before calling it a day.

The next morning she called up Tom on his mobile. There was no response. It was switched off. That surprised her. Tom was a very methodological person and normally ensured that he was in touch with her whenever he was out of town.

"Maybe the battery has to be charged," she reasoned. Nikki finished her morning coffee and went about preparing for the day. It was a day like any other day in a press, full of breaking news, further updates and then some spadework on old forgotten news lines. It was late in the afternoon when June, her efficient secretary came in with a frown on her face.

"What's up?" asked Nikki, looking up from her computer screen, "Your boyfriend troubling you again with his drinking habit?"

June shook her head. "Nikki a couple of men are out there asking to meet you. They refuse to tell me their names."

Nikki frowned.

"Send them in, let me talk to them."

June nodded and left the room. The door soon opened and two well built men in dark suit made their way in. No introductions were offered to her. Nikki leaned back on her chair and waited for them to speak up. She was not sure, but something about their demeanor bothered her.

"Mrs. Nikki Sinclair?" asked the blond one.

It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, that's me," she replied quietly.

"Mrs. Sinclair, this is about your husband Tom, could you tell us when you last saw him?" Nikki sat upright in her chair, her eyes narrowing, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach.

"Yesterday morning," she replied watching their faces carefully.

"And that was the last time the two of you either saw or spoke to each other?"

"What's this all about? And who are you?" she asked, the numbness slowly spreading across her body.

"Just allow us to do the questioning Ma'am," said the other dark haired man. Then it struck her. She now realized what had been disturbing her. They were from the government, to be precise from one of the intelligence services. She remembered doing a story with Cyndi a couple of years ago which involved meeting some people from the investigating agencies. The appearance and manner of talking of the two men in front of her closely resembled that of the people they had then met.

She looked steadily into the eyes of the two men before replying, "My husband sent me a SMS the other evening saying that he would be going out of town. That was the last communication with him. I tried to contact his number this morning, but his mobile was coming shut off. His car was not in the garage, so presumably he was travelling by road"

"Did he say where and whom he was going to meet?" asked the blond.

She had a fairly good idea about in which direction he may have travelled. And that call from Greta. But she decided to keep her mouth shut. "Something is going on and they want to know how much information Tom has been sharing with me," her journalist mind explained to her.

"Look we both have a hectic routine all day and the last thing we want to do is to discuss our work at home when there are many other better topics to talk about, ... or do" she replied with a short deliberate pause before saying the last two words.

The two men continued to stare at her silently. Her heart skipped a beat as the blond put his hand inside his coat. He slowly took out his hand with a slip of paper in it.

"If you happen to hear from him, please call me on this number," he said as he placed the slip of paper on the table.

"Maybe I will give him your number so that he can call you up himself, Mr. er ...."

He ignored her. "No, just let us know the number he calls from. We will get in touch with him." With that the two turned round and left as abruptly as they had come.

Nikki sank back into her chair. "Trouble girl, big trouble brewing," she said to herself. She called up Cyndi and told her all about the visit.

"They gave their number to you but did not want you to give the same to Tom. Instead you are supposed to call them up and let them know the number from which he calls you up. What's that supposed to mean?" said Cyndi thoughtfully, blowing out smoke from her nostrils.

"What this means is that Tom was working on something in which the government agencies were interested in and now he is missing. It's quite possible that he was supposed to be in touch with these guys ... but something has prevented him from doing so," replied Nikki in a low, controlled voice.

"Look, why don't we speak to Brad," said Cyndi. Nikki nodded in agreement. Brad was in the local Police department and he and Cyndi were seeing each other.

Cyndi picked up her mobile and spoke over it for a couple of minutes. "Okay Nikki he says he will see us now. I haven't told him the purpose of our visit, just that a friend of mine needed some counseling."

"That was smart. For all you know, my phone may be tapped and perhaps even yours," replied Nikki.

A fifteen minute drive later saw the two ladies being escorted into the office of Lt Brad Freeman. He was a stocky built man with a handle bar moustache and a friendly smile. Cyndi made the introductions and then Nikki told Brad about the morning visit.

He heard her out, at the same time running some checks on his computer. He leaned back on his chair and said, "You know Nikki, had you come all by yourself, I really wouldn't have shared some of the information with me, not that it is of much use." He stopped for a moment then continued, "We do not have any report on your husband. No abandoned car, no unclaimed body, no accident report. So in short, no news is good news."

"But?" interjected Nikki, leaning forward to her him out clearly.

Brad nodded, "But we have received instructions from higher ups to not to record any missing person complaint in the name of Tom Sinclair."

Nikki's eyes opened wide in amazement.

They talked for some more time but it was apparent that Brad did not have anything more to add. But it was clear that the disappearance of Tom was in the notice of government agencies for reasons best known to them.

That night Nikki could not go to sleep. She kept tossing and turning, looking at her mobile every other minute in the hope that it would ring.

"Tom is missing, some agencies are already aware of it and the local police department has been instructed not to take any written report about it," thought Nikki. "No doubt they are aware of what he is working on, something which is of interest to them," she surmised.

"The Octopussy Necklace, now was that of interest to them? And that girl Greta, working undercover in some cathouse, was she involved also?" wondered Nikki.

The next day she spoke to a couple of reporters who covered cathouses. They promised to get back to her soon.

Nikki could not concentrate upon her work. Her mind kept going back to the visit she had had the other day. She kept glancing at her mobile as though it would suddenly come to live. The safety of her husband was the only thing running in her mind.

She checked her mail in the evening. Her eyes lit up. She opened the mails received from the reporters she had spoken to in the morning and began reading the contents. Then she clicked on the local county map on the internet and zoomed in on the names mentioned in the mail.

Nikki took out some print outs and began writing down some notes.

She heard Cyndi's car in the driveway and got up to open the door. Cyndi had agreed to spend the night at her place. She just couldn't bear to be alone.

She showed her the details she had gathered about the bordellos in a radius of hundred miles north of the highway. There were a dozen or so of them, but there were two of them which could be termed as the classier type. They were well furnished, with a restaurant, bar, and other amenities more suited to a luxury hotel. And the girls were carefully handpicked, groomed in proper manners.

More like a luxury resort than a bordello. One was called the "Blue Lotus" and the other was the "Greenwood Country Club".

She then took a deep breath and continued, "Cyndi, I'm going in."

For a moment Cyndi looked at her uncertainly, and then she put her drink down and looked at her sharply, "You mean you plan to join a bordello to search out Tom?"

"Do you know what you are talking about girl?"

"Secondly, what makes you think that Tom can be found there?"

"Yes Cyndi, you are quite correct in saying that I really do not know where my Tom is. But my guess is that the bordello in which Greta was working as an undercover agent holds the key to his disappearance."

"C'mon Nikki, this is not your regular nine to five routine out there. These places are known to be rough, especially for women, even if they are of a classier type," she replied with a tone of annoyance.

"Well I'm certainly not going to sit about with my hands on my lap. The police are not doing anything about it, and then these other government agencies are showing interest in him but refuse to tell me anything. God forbid, if anything untoward were to happen to my Tom, then who suffers? Just little ole' me. They will send somebody else to finish off whatever Tom is doing," she said, breathing fast, her face flushed.

"He means a lot to me. He ... he is all I have and God knows I do not wish for anything else," she said vehemently.

"You are talking thru your head," retorted Cyndi lightening up a cigarette. "And, for sake of conversation which particular bordello are you going to join? Remember there are two of them. Or do you plan to do overtime," she commented sarcastically.

"The Blue Lotus has opened up recently. So my guess is that it's the Greenwood Country Club," replied Nikki, ignoring the sarcasm in her friend's voice.

"Nikki the men visiting these places are looking for just one thing ... fresh meat. They will pounce upon you like a pack of hungry animals the moment they set their eyes on you. They will ravage your body," continued Cyndi in a quieter tone, realizing that her friend was serious.

"My body, it means nothing to me without him," sobbed Nikki, tears running down her cheeks. She then turned to her friend and said, "Cyndi you will have to help me in getting inside that Club. Use your connections; you have been in this office far longer than I have."

Cyndi sipped her drink. "Let's talk about it in the morning shall we?"

Next day at the office was a very hectic one for Nikki. She put in an application for leave. Her immediate superior was not happy about her taking off so suddenly. He reluctantly agreed to give her permission with an assurance that she would make proper arrangement with her staff to ensure that work did not suffer. By late afternoon she had more or less managed to have her pending work properly distributed amongst her staff. Cyndi entered her cabin, carrying a small box.

"You still firm on your idea?" she asked.

Nikki nodded her head.

"Okay, I have spoken to a guy who owes me a favor. The lady who runs the show is a woman going by the name Eva. She is quite a disciplinarian as per him. Well, to cut the story short, he sold her a tale about a girl he knows who is hard up and would it be possible if she could take her on. She has said that she would confirm after meeting the girl in person."

"When do I get to meet her?"

"You fix the date and I will tell him," she replied.

"Earlier the better. Make it tomorrow," Nikki replied.

Cyndi paused then said, "You really don't have to do this. Let the law agencies do their work," said Cyndi with a concerned on her face.

Nikki remained silent.

"Okay Nikki, have it your way," said Cyndi with a sigh. Then she opened the box and pushed it across to her. "Now that you have decided what you want to do, here are some things I want you to take along."

Nikki listened to her friend carefully as she took out each item from the box. She then packed a few dresses in her bag. Not many, just a few, after all she was supposed to be down and out on her luck. Some fancy bra and panty followed suit followed by her toiletries, all freshly purchased.

Nikki sat in the living room all night long. She couldn't go to sleep. The drinks didn't help either. She must have dozed off some time in the night as she was awakened by the sound of the alarm.

She quickly freshened up and checked herself out in the mirror. She had decided upon a simple low cut dress, which showed a hint of her cleavage and at the same accentuated her curves. She then finished with a simple coat to cover up her flashy dress.

The cab pulled up outside. Nikki picked up her husband's photo and kissed it. Then she took her bag and stepped out. As she drove of in the cab for the station, she turned around to get a final glimpse of her home.

Then she turned back once gain and began thinking of the journey ahead.

To Be Continued ...

Alex

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The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 02



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The train trip was uneventful. During the journey she kept rehearsing what she had planned to say on meeting Eva. It was important to win her trust. Nikki looked out of the window, watching the green fields flash by. She felt nervous. Had she taken the right decision? She was risking a lot, her life, her marriage, her Tom.

Time passed by, and her destination finally arrived. As the train rolled into the station, Nikki stood up, smoothened up her dress and stepped down.

The cab ride was uneventful. The place was at one end of the town, in fact at a slight distance from it. Nikki stood briefly looking at the exterior of the Greenwood Country Club. It was a one broad, two storied stone mansion, with smooth stones, solid lines, grand windows and broad flight of steps leading up to the entrance. It had a Victorian style about it.

She took a deep breath and began climbing up the stairs. The doorman opened the door and she stepped in. Across the main door was a reception desk. She walked over and mentioned her name.

The girl behind the counter gave her a quick once over and nodded. Nikki looked at the girl. She must have been in her late twenties and was smartly dressed in a three piece business suit.

"I wonder if she doubles up as a bordello girl in the evenings," thought Nikki to herself as she placed her bag on the floor.

The girl spoke over the intercom for a few minutes and then motioned Nikki to go to the door marked as "Office."

Nikki thanked her walked briskly over to the office, her heart beat quickening with each step she took.

She knocked briefly, then opened the door and stepped in.

For an office, the room was fairly large with a thick carpet covering the floor. Behind an oversized rosewood desk in the richly appointed study that served as her office, Eva was having her usual late breakfast while waiting for visitors. The furnishing was a French Revival style. The high ceiling was gilt, paneled with elaborate swirling leaves designs.

"Come on in dear," said Eva in a throaty voice waving towards one of the chairs in front of her. "Just give me a minute will you," she said as she continued with her breakfast, at the same going thru some papers on her table.

"Our mornings start late, for reasons very clear to all, so this is the only time when I have a what you may call a quick brunch, with about just enough time for going thru the previous days collections, requisitions for repairs, up gradations, foodstuff for the kitchen etc. Then by late afternoon I have to get down to supervising for the evening," she said without once taking her eyes off the reports she was going thru.

Nikki looked at her intently. She seemed to be in her mid forties, dark haired, medium built but with a well maintained body. Her blue, round eyes, were evenly set apart on her oval face with high cheek bones. Eva was wearing a silk blouse, blended jacket and a blended cotton skirt, a perfect professional outfit.

"You have a very well maintained set up," she said truthfully.

Eva nodded, pushing aside her breakfast tray.

"There is no dearth of entertainment houses," she replied euphemistically. "When I thought of setting up a house, I decided on providing some real good services to my clients. I travelled across the country, visiting some of the better known bordellos to get some ideas. And then I went about setting this place up. No rough, uncouth style for me, no short changing the customers," she said with a vigorous shake of her head.

"We ransacked the country for the most attractive, sexually skilled ladies. We dress them up in good clothes and manners. Every girl must be healthy, be polite and have the gift of being amusing. She must be ready to learn how to use make up, how to dress well, how to have good Southern manners, and how to stay well informed. I encourage the girls to read the books in the library. Above all, I teach each girl to give sex, but give it interestingly and with mystery," she continued.

"You have been referred to me by some good contacts of mine. This is your first time?"

"Sort of," replied Nikki hesitantly.

"Meaning?"

"Well, I planned to become a journalist, joined a course for the same but then the acting bug bit me," replied Nikki. "I dropped out of college. I did get some roles but then I began to realise that my career was going nowhere"

"The road from the casting couch to stardom just didn't seem to be materializing," she continued demurely.

"And that's when you decided that going all out would be a better option to the unending rounds of casting couch sessions," ended Eva for her with an understanding nod of her head.

Nikki remained silent, thankful that Eva had accepted her story without a doubt.

Eva stared at her thoughtfully, seizing her up.

"You speak well and seemed to be well mannered too," she said finally.

"I was brought up in the blue grass country of Kentucky," replied Nikki, which was, in fact, the truth.

"Nikki dear, stand up so that I can have a better look at you," said Eva.

Leaden legged; Nikki brought herself to the centre of the study room, and then stood still.

Eva sat unmoving, staring at her. Then she gave a slow nod of her head, liking what she saw.

"Remove your clothes," she then said in a matter of fact tone.

Nikki looked startled, color rising to her cheeks.

"Look dear I would very much like to know what I am offering to my customers. And this isn't the first time you have undressed before someone isn't it?"

Nikki nodded dumbly and began undressing.

At last Eva rose. She approached Nikki, examining her more closely, from her face to her breasts, to her abdomen, to her mound, to her thighs and legs.

"Turn around Nikki, let me see how you look from behind."

Nikki pirouetted as gracefully as possible, and could hear Eva behind her clucking softly.

"Nice shoulders and back," said Eva. "Very nice ass. All right, you can turn towards me once more."

"Er ... are you satisfied?"

"You'll do. Of course subject to the clearance given by our physician."

"I have nothing of that sort ..."

"Nikki, I provide some of the finest, refined services to my clientele. They go back fully satisfied and spread the word around. And that my dear is the secret of my success."

"Our house physician examines my girls every week. He will be making his call today. I will get in touch with you then."

Eva picked up her intercom and called for Rita. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," called Eva.

A brown hair, brown eyed girl with an hour glass figure entered the room. They were more or less of the same height.

"You called for me Eva?"

She nodded and waved her hand towards Nikki.

"Rita this is Nikki. She will be joining us from today. Show her to her boudoir."

Rita gave her a friendly smile and beckoned her to follow her.

Nikki took a liking to her instantly.

"This is your first time?" she asked as they walked down the corridor.

She nodded then said, "Unless you count the casting couch sessions with some producers and directors," she replied lying glibly once gain. Nikki knew whatever she told Rita would eventually reach the ears of all the girls and perhaps some of the customers too, so it was better to maintain a steady story line about her past.

"What brings you to the Greenwood Country Club?" she queried with a twinkle in her eyes.

Nikki told her about how one of her friends knew Eva and had a word with her for her. They were now in the main hall with thickly carpeted staircase leading up from both sides of the hall to the first floor.

"What about you?" asked Nikki.

Rita made a wry face, "Nothing so exciting like in your case. I married young, left school to run off with the guy. A couple of years went by. It's always difficult when one doesn't have a proper education. We were just about scrapping thru. Then my man upped and ran off with a girl working in the same factory. Seems the night shifts he was doing were more of a screwing session with that girl," she said with a snort.

"Anyway that left me high and dry. Didn't want to go back home. I started working in a bar and well, I used to get hit upon regularly and one thing led to another ... then one of the guys referred me to Eva ... and well that's that I suppose," she ended rubbing away her tears.

"The money is good, nobody is forcing me into anything, and a girl also gets some variety every night," she said as an afterthought. "Maybe I will save some money and join some course, but for now this is my home."

Nikki nodded sympathetically.

She looked around, observing the décor. Everything had a touch of class, as though they were in one of the better hotels. There were some expensive looking couches set around which Rita explained were for the men who wished to wait for a particular girl who happens to be entertaining a customer and would be free later on.

Then there was the Lounge. This was where the girls gathered in the evening. It had a bar set at one end and a dance floor with strobe lights in the middle. There were tables set across the floor and also at the corners where the customers could sit and enjoy the company of the girls before moving over to their boudoir. The woodwork was of polished mahogany, with heavy interlined curtains with fringe on the edges, draped swags and tails. After the customer had had his "session," a lady from the accounts would present him with his bill. All classy, polite stuff.

"Then there is the Conference Room and a restaurant too," said Rita, "But first let me show you your room," she continued and the two took to the stairs.

There were five rooms on each side of the two halls at either end of the staircase. The halls turned to the right and had another similar set up of rooms. Rita opened the second door on the right and ushered her in.

"This," she said with a flourish, "is your boudoir."

Nikki saw a king size bed at the centre of the room with a finely engraved headboard. There were two wardrobes with sliding doors. A mirror stood in a corner with a stand containing make up kit, creams and lotions. The room had true elegance. There was a fireplace, its white veined marble mantle bearing a miniature bronze statue of Minerva, a vase overflowing with yellow daffodils, a tall clock of the darkest, richest oak. On either side were bay windows. The curtains were of fine quality, with lace under curtains and muslin roller shades. There were two comfortable chairs and a mahogany sofa with spiral arms.

"Well, like it?" asked Rita as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Real classy," replied Nikki truthfully.

"The chamber maid comes around midday to clean up the room. As the girls get up late, most of the house job takes place around that time. There's an intercom for calling up for anything you need. Of course, then there's a gym and a beauty parlor too. The charges are nominal. Eva expects us to stay fit and attractive. There's a library too as Eva like us girls to be properly read and all that," said Rita with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Yeah, she did mention that to me," said Nikki.

"Now I must rush as it's time for our dear doctors weekly check up. Cheerio," said Rita and made way for the door.

"See you at the Lounge tonight," she called out as she shut the door behind her.

Slowly, reluctantly she began to take off her clothes once again, all along wondering what as in store for her. Once naked, she slipped into a purple silk robe, and then moved around the boudoir nervously, examining all the fancy and expensive furnishings.

The door opened and Eva entered followed by a pale, cadaverous person with large soulful eyes behind thick spectacles, balding forehead and a short beard.

"Nikki, this is Dr Ambrose Keller," she said with a wave of her hand.

"And Doctor meet Nikki, our newest member," she ended with a flourish.

Nikki shook hands with the Doctor. They felt cold and clammy. She felt nauseous.

"Hi," she finally said.

Dr Ambrose could not take his eyes of her face.

"A Goddess, that's what she is, a Goddess of Beauty," he thought to himself.

"Good evening Nikki," said Dr Ambrose.

"It's a pleasure to have such a beautiful lady joining our fraternity," he said, continuing to hold her hand in his, giving it a gentle meaningful squeeze.

On hearing the compliment coming from him, she felt even sicker.

She gave a weak smile of acknowledgement.

"Okay, I will leave the two of you so that the doctor can do his job," said Eva and she moved out of the room, closing the door behind her, leaving Nikki alone with Dr Ambrose.

Dr Ambrose finally dragged his eyes away from her face and busied himself with his medical bag.

"Take of your robe Nikki, and sit on the side of the bed. I will examine your breasts first. Later, you will lie down on the bed with your knees bent and your legs spread wide. We must be certain that you have no signs of any sexually transmitted infection."

Nikki turned beet root red.

"I have no such infections," she retorted in defiance.

"Let me decide that young lady," he retorted.

With a sigh, Nikki walked up to the bed and sat on its side.

He advanced towards her, came to a halt before her, then stood over her, his dark eyes hypnotically fixed on her body.

"You are certainly a very beautiful specimen. I must remember to congratulate Eva on her good taste."

"Thank you."

"I have examined all the girls in this club, and I must confess you are by far the most beautiful."

"I ... I don't know what to say."

"Just be happy to know how men will enjoy you. You should do very well here."

"I ... I hope so."

"I can guarantee it."

Placing his speculum on the bed, Dr Ambrose reached for her boobs.

"Here, let me feel your breasts for anything unusual."

With some effort, Nikki thrust her full breasts out as Dr Ambrose cupped one then the other and lightly squeezed. Then, he used both his hands to play over her breasts. Over and over his fingers fanned out from her nipples.

"Do you have to keep doing that?" Nikki demanded as she felt her body respond to his feel.

Dr Ambrose ignored her and continued to move his long, bony fingers over the expanse of each breast.

"Absolutely soft, smooth ... plump. I can assure you and Eva that there is nothing to worry about."

"Now please lie on the bed and spread your legs - wider my dear, then I'll have a look."

"Flushing with shame, Nikki dropped on the bed, and then gave in to the pressure of the doctor's hands as he pried her legs fully apart.

He reached for his speculum and bent down on his knees between her thighs. She could feel his warm breath on her.

He clucked his tongue. "Perfect, perfect," he said in an undertone. "As healthy as any woman I have set my eyes upon. Now let me go deeper." 

She could feel the touch of his speculum. His inspection was interminable.

"Can't you hurry it up," she protested.

"I have to be certain." At last he seemed to have finished.

Dr Ambrose remained on his knees. "No real problem."

"I feel like a virgin," she retorted back.

Gazing at her pussy, Dr Ambrose began to feel the stiffening between his legs.

"If there is a problem," he continued, "it's that you are very tight in there. You need lubricating."

"How do I do that?" she asked lazily.

"By letting your doctor help you."

"Go ahead."

Dr Ambrose laid down his speculum and returned his attention to her vagina. With his head between her thighs, his lips began to circle her pussy lips. He began kissing her. Her body started and she set up half way.

"Hey doctor, I didn't know you did that."

"I never do. But you are something special. I just can't resist."

"I am treating you Nikki. Lie back and cooperate. Remember I am your doctor. All the girls who like to continue here co-operate with my physical checkups," he replied with a meaningful look.

Nikki exhaled and lay back giving up all resistance.

"Whatever ... whatever you say doctor."

"I say, let's enjoy ourselves."

He bent down once more, easing his head between her thighs, until he could kiss her labia again, and then extended his tongue and inserted it inside her vagina. She was moist.

Then he pulled back slightly, clambered to his feet and began unzipping his trouser.

"Sit up Nikki," he commanded. "Come here."

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her face towards his erect long, pencil thin manhood. Nikki looked at the cock in front of him. Ever since she and Tom had become an item, she had never been out with another man, let alone seen him naked. And now...

She shivered involuntarily as her hand closed over his shaft. Nikki began jerking him, making his cock harden and grow. Then her mouth closed over his manhood and her mouth and lips began to expertly slide over his shaft. He trembled with frenzy. She was good, very good, no, very, very good.

Staring down at the top of her head, the exposed back of her neck, he thought about how many men she must have done this to before. The very thought made him harder. He felt he was coming. He gripped her head hard. His cum spurted out, he pushed her face down hard, forcing her to swallow his cum, some of it dribbling down her chin.

He patted her cheek. "You were magnificent, better than any woman I have known."

"Really? You weren't half bad yourself," Nikki lied. If she had to continue here for some time, then she certainly couldn't antagonize the doctor.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he zipped up his trouser, picked up his bag and left with a wave of his hand.

No sooner had he left then, Nikki rushed into the bathroom and began rinsing her mouth, and then she picked up her toothbrush and vigorously brushed her teeth, trying to get out the doctors semen from her mouth in every possible way.

She returned to her room and flopped onto the couch.

"Welcome to the Bordello," she said to herself, staring aimlessly out of the windows before falling off to sleep.

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Her eyes opened to the sound of a knock on the door. It was the chamber maid with a set of dresses for her. This was her first evening. She felt nervous. Was she betraying Tom? By tomorrow morning, she would most certainly have been taken by another man or men. What would he think when he came to know about her stint in the bordello? But for him to find out, she would have to first find him. And find him soon. These guys were dangerous. And this was one place and one way she could dig out more about them. Only her closest colleagues at the paper knew about her whereabouts. One wrong move and she would be done away with. She shivered. She poured a drink into her glass and gulped it down in one go.

She then quickly undressed and stepped into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water. Next she poured some perfumed liquid soap into the bathtub and then slowly slid into the water. Nikki closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the warm water caressing her body. She took an occasionally sip from her glass, all along rubbing the soapy bubbles over her body.

After what seemed an eternity, but was not more than twenty to thirty minutes, Nikki stepped out of the bathtub and rubbed herself dry with a towel. She then wrapped a dry towel around her body and stepped back into her boudoir and sat on the edge of her bed and picked up the hair dryer. Once she had finished brushing up her hair, she applied a bright red shade of lipstick on her generous lips, followed by eyeliner which emphasized her almond shaped eyes. Next she applied some fragrance on her pubic hair. It had a musky, erotic aroma.

She then moved over to the wardrobe and picked a pink satin panty. After some deliberation, she picked up the black, satin evening dress. It had a plunging neckline that left her back almost bare. Her ripe, plump boobs were fully exposed, her areolas barely concealed. The slits on the side gave a tantalising glimpse of her shapely legs. Nikki stepped into the stilettos and then stood in front of the mirror for a final check. She then brushed her hair and applied some more lip gloss.




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For some moments she stood silently surveying herself in the mirror. Then she looked down at her hand. With trembling fingers she slowly removed her marriage ring. She kept looking at it for some time then placed it under the mattress.

He would be there with her always.

"Darling, forgive me for what I am doing," she said softly. She then turned around and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

To Be Continued ...

Alex

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The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 03



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There was already a crowd at the Lounge. Some of the girls were mingling with their prospective clients, while some were chatting with the men at the bar. Music was flowing thru speakers strategically set all around.

She saw Rita waving at her, and she made her to where she was sitting with some of the other girls.

"Here, have a drink, the party is just getting started."

Nikki looked around. There were some couple dancing on the floor, a red head was already leaving the Lounge for her boudoir with her customer.

"Hi," said a voice besides her.

Nikki looked up to see a tall, lanky man with blue twinkling eyes. He was more or less of her age.

"Hi," she replied back hesitantly.

"I am John. May I have the pleasure of a dance with you?" he asked with a broad friendly smile, his hand extending towards her.

"Sure, it's my first day here," she replied back with a smile.

"My pleasure and honor," replied John with a slight bow.

Nikki put down her drink, and took his hand. John led her onto the dance floor.

The DJ was playing a slow number.

John firmly placed his hand slightly below Nikki's left shoulder blade as Nikki gently rested her left arm on John's right arm, her left hand gently grasping his shoulder muscle. John took hold of her other hand, and swirled her round expertly. Holding her closer he swirled her round again then gently dipped her backwards gazing directly in her eyes. The two moved to the rhythm of the music, their movements in perfect synchrony to each others.

"You are a perfect dance partner," he whispered in her ears.

Nikki blushed at the compliment.

"Hey, you are not bad yourself," she replied with a smile.

The music ended and they returned to their table where their drinks were already waiting for them.

"You were great on the floor. I am sure you must have participated in some shows."

"How did you guess? As a matter of fact I did take part in some shows during my high school days," she gushed.

They continued chatting gaily, the waiter ensuring that their glasses were never left empty. They talked of many things; she was a well read woman which John appreciated. They had a great many things in common...a love of history, of fine wines, of travel and of great literature. Nikki felt herself warming up to him, making her forget for a moment the situation she was in. Perhaps it was the flow of drinks or the surroundings, a passerby would have been inclined to think of them as two old friends catching up after a long time.

A new number began playing and the two hit the floor once again.

John guided her expertly over the floor. Then as he gently dipped her backwards once more, he bent forward so that his cheeks brushed hers, his lips seeking hers. Their lips touched and he planted a soft kiss. John then drew her closer to him. Their bodies touched. Nikki could feel his heartbeat pounding against his. Involuntarily, Nikki parted her lips in response to his closeness. John traced the edges with the tip of his tongue, then pushing it inside her mouth and began playing with her tongue, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Nikki, I want to be close to you, very close," he whispered.

Nikki flushed. The dreaded moment had arrived. She was at her wit's end. Unconsciously she felt herself giving assent to his wish.

He took her by her arm and the two began to make their way out of the Lounge. Once inside her boudoir, he turned her towards him and stared deeply into her eyes.

"You know, I have never had such a wonderful evening ever before. You are so knowledgeable, so worldly wise ... and enchanting."

Nikki stood tepidly.

John cupped her face in both his hands and began showering kisses. His hands moved to her bare back and drew her close. His tongue began playing with her ear lobes, then moving down to nuzzle her neck. Nikki began trembling as a warm feeling began to emanate from in between her thighs, slowly engulfing her body. He was now kissing her bare shoulders, his hands moving across her back, feeling her softness.

"Oh John, I ..." She wanted to stop, to come out of his embrace.

"Shh ...'"

He began to nuzzle her breasts, kissing her cleavage, his lips moving ever so slowly across her soft bosom. His hands then worked on the straps of her evening dress, and it slid down besides her feet. Nikki stepped out of her dress, just with her pink panties on.

He stood back to admire her.

"What a wonderful creation of Mother Nature."

Nikki turned crimson; her nipples taut and erect were proudly facing John, her areolas a dark shade of chocolate. Her breasts heaved in unison, her breath short and warm as John's admiring gaze travelled across her nude body.

For the first time she was standing nude in front of another man.

"Undress me Nikki," he whispered.

Nikki moved forward and began unbuttoning his shirt. John placed both his hands on her waist, and then slid them in her panties. He began fondling her buttocks, his eyes never leaving hers. She next unbuckled his belt. His bulge was very much noticeable. With a final tug she pulled down his trousers to reveal his jockeys. His body was in good shape, strong, muscular, narrow waist. His toned leg muscles clearly indicating that he liked to keep in shape. Nikki grasped his jockey and pushed it down. His manhood sprung free, proud and erect.

Nikki was wet. She could feel her juices seeping thru her engorged pussy lips, her womanly scent clearly discernible. John smiled and clasped her right hand in his while his right hand played over her left boob. She gasped as he guided her hand over his erect cock, placing it firmly over his shaft.

Then he began to play with both her boobs, kneading them, rolling them, running his thumb over her nipples. He slid down, his hands travelling down over her smooth belly and then back to cup her buttocks, griping them firmly. He placed his face near her mound and then thrust forward, burrowing his face in her pubic hair.

Nikki let out a low moan as bolts of hot lightening engulfed her body. Her body was in heat. John was now feverishly kissing her mound, his strong muscular hands gripping her buttocks and pulling her into him. He then stood up and lifted her hot body in his muscular arms and laid her on her bed. He kissed her painted toe nails, then her ankles, moving on to her legs. He turned her on her stomach and let his lips run over her thighs, going on to her buttocks, biting them then kissing gain. His fingers explored her ass crack sending shivers thru her body.

Oh he was good. He knew what he was doing. He laid on top of her, pressing his muscular body on to her soft body, kissing her bare back, the nape of her neck.

Finally he rolled her back on her back and towered above her. Their eyes met. Nikki spread her legs, wider as John moved in between them. He ran his knob over her engorged pussy lips.

She whimpered.

His knob entered her. She watched with her almond eyes wide open as he guided his shaft inside her moist vagina. He stayed there for a moment then began fucking her, picking up speed with each thrust.

Her body responded. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deep inside her. He drove his cock deeper and deeper inside her. Nikki shut her eyes, her head pushed to one side. He was driving her into a rhythm that sent waves of sensation surging out from her centre, increasing in strength with each movement, with each deep thrust, until she felt an implosion of delight, of rapture so intense she couldn't control her choked gasp. With a final thrust, John shot his load inside her womb. Again and again his cock spurted out his cum till exhausted he lay on top of her, their breath short and ragged.

She had been taken.

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Nikki blinked, slowly opening her eyes to the morning sunlight falling on her face. She lazily turned over, borrowing her face in the pillow. Then her eyes snapped open wide. She sat up erect and looked around. Then she gazed at herself. Dried cum matted her pubic hair, as well as her inner thighs. Her pussy felt sore from the last night's romp in the bed with her customer.

Nikki buried her head in her hands tears rolling down her cheeks. She then got up and silently made her way to the bathroom. Stepping into the bathtub, she began to earnestly clean up herself as though the physical removal of dried cum and the smell of another man on her body could erase the events of the previous evening.

But then there would be more evenings to follow ... till she could come up with something. After a thorough cleansing, she came back to her room with just a silk robe wrapped around her body.

She sat looking moodily out of the window. There was a knock on the door. It was the chamber maid with a bouquet in her hand.

"The gentleman from the evening asked me to give this to you."

"What have I got myself into," she asked herself with a shake of her head.

There was a card also. It read, "To a lovely lady for a lovely evening."

Her mind went back to the previous evening; he no doubt had a way with women. And he was a good lover too.

The door opened again and Rita walked in.

"So how was the first night?" She smiled enigmatically and pointed towards the roses with her eyes.

"Wow, seems you have one happy, satisfied permanent customer already."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter. They sat by the French window watching the chamber maid clean up the room.

"Going by the way the guys were checking you out at the Lounge, you are gonna have a long list of happy customers," she continued with a chortle.

"Oh, you are so classy, so polite and vibrant ... Eva is gonna have a full house for days to come."

"I'm from the bluegrass country, Kentucky," replied Nikki, smiling for the first time.

"You remind me so much of Greta," said Rita.

Nikki picked up her ears.

"Greta?"

"Yeah, she was here for some time. Like you, she was full of good ole manners and all that. Nice to talk to also."

"What happened to her? Got infected ...?" asked Nikki in a very casual, neutral tone.

"Disappeared. One day she was here and the next ... gone," said a voice from behind them.

A slim, curvy brunette stood behind them with a cup of strong coffee.

"Hi, I'm Gina," she said with a friendly smile.

"Like I just said, she just moved out leaving all her stuff behind. We think she ran off with one of her customers."

"Yeah, she did seem pensive during the last few days she was here," said Rita in a thoughtful tone.

"Hey, I heard it was your first night the other evening. Hope the boys didn't bother you," asked Gina in a wicked tone.

"The way she carried herself, it didn't seem as though it was her first day," said Rita.

Nikki silently sipped her coffee, letting the other two girls do the talking. So Greta had been moody during the last few days of her stay. Perhaps she was onto something. Perhaps she would have to mingle with the other girls to get some more information. 

"Any particular fella she was interested in?"

"Couldn't say for sure in whom she was interested in, but she did have some regulars," replied Gina.

"Yeah, Hugo for one," said Rita.

"Yeech ...," said Gina, wrinkling her nose.

"What's wrong with Hugo?" queried Nikki.

"A fucking giant, that's what he is," retorted Rita with a wry face.

Nikki made a mental note of the name. The subject of discussion changed and Nikki was lost in her own thoughts.

"Hugo ... hmm ... " she had to meet this guy.

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The evening found her back at the lounge. She chose to wear a tight, golden dress stopping a couple of inches above he knees. It hugged her body, setting off her curvaceous body to its fullest advantage, the deep neckline giving a tantalising view of her cleavage.

She took a glass in her hand, taking an occasional sip as her eyes scanned the crowd.

She saw Gina trying to catch her attention with her eyes. She was sitting at one of the tables with a middle aged man. From where she was standing, she could see that he had one hand up her skirt and was getting a nice feel of her fleshy thighs. As she watched, he leaned forward to kiss her boobs from over her blouse.

Gina grabbed his head and pulled him closer, at the same time, indicating towards the bar with her eyes.

She saw him sitting at the bar. He was over six feet, with a bulldog face set on a massive bulky frame. He had thick lips and small, beady eyes with which he was watching the crowd with a disinterested expression on his face. The stubble on his face indicated that he was not very particular with his daily grooming.

"So that's Hugo," she thought to herself.

She composed herself and seductively walked over to the bar.

"Hi handsome," she said in a sultry tone.

Hugo looked towards her. His beady eyes lit up with interest. He checked her up from top to bottom, mentally undressing her as his eyes moved from her boobs to her hips and downwards.

"Haven't seen you before," he drawled, his eyes clearing showing his interest and intent.

"Yeah, damn my luck I didn't make it here before," she said, casting a cleverly feigned admiring look at him.

"I'm Nikki," she continued as she slid into the empty stool besides him.

"They call me Hugo."

"How about buying a thirsty gal a nice drink?"

Hugo snapped his fingers and the bar tender quickly placed a drink in front of her. Nikki engaged him in some light chat, leaning forward ever so gently with her left elbow on the bar table, allowing his greedy eyes to feast upon her ample bosom.

By now she knew that he worked for a local company with export links to the Middle East.

Hugo began playing one hand over her smooth thighs.

She let him paw her for some moments, letting him build up his hunger for her body.

"Hey handsome, it's getting kinda crowded in here, why don't we move over to my room," she asked provocatively, letting her hand to rest on his thighs, close very close to his noticeable bulge.

He grunted, and then smiled, "You're my kinda girl," he said, putting down his empty glass. Placing his massive arm on her narrow waist, he led her out of the Lounge.

Hugo did not waste any time. Once inside her room, he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close. His thick lips were on hers, kissing her hard while his other hand grabbed her left boob from over her dress. He forced her mouth open and pushed his thick tongue inside. By now her soft body was against his massive frame, her breasts crushed to his strong, hard chest. After fondling her for several minutes, he stepped back and unzipped her dress. With a strong push he pulled down her dress.

He stared hungrily at her naked breasts. By now her chocolate brown nipples had become erect, pointing out like a baby's little finger. Hugo stretched open his palms, the fingers spread wide apart. He placed them on her boobs and began squeezing them with all the strength he could muster.

Nikki gasped. Her body was engulfed by a surge of sensual impulses. Hugo was now feverishly kneading her boobs, pulling at her nipples, her body was afire.

His thick hands trailed downwards coming to a halt on the band of her panties. He lowered his face and inhaled her scent. He began nuzzling her pussy, pressing the wet, juice soaked piece of cloth to his face. He tugged roughly at the waistband and pulled down her panties. His eyes glinted in appreciation of what he saw.

"Nice," he nodded, "very nice."

"Take of my clothes," he commanded.

Flushing, Nikki unbuttoned his shirt with trembling hands. Her inner thighs were wet with her juices; the heat emanating from in between her thighs was rapidly spreading.

She looked at the large projection jutting out from his jockey. Then she let his jockey down. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief.

Hugo was huge!! And he had an equally massive, thick manhood. The veins were swollen and thick, tracing a path from the lovely shining head and moving to the shaft.

She was sure she would never forget this sight in her whole lifetime.

"Nikki baby, this man has had many women before you, now you gotta do something special to make him come back to you again," she thought to herself.

"Hey handsome, is that for real?" asked Nikki in a lazy, seductive drawl, her eyes fixed on his mind boggling rock hard phallus. Unconsciously she licked her lips. She had seen pictures of big cocks but this was the first time she was seeing to see one of them in real. 

Hugo grinned happily at the compliment.

"It's your lucky night baby."

"Suck it."

Nikki bent down on her knees in front of Hugo, his massive phallus pointing straight at her.

She placed her hand on the base of the shaft and wrapped her fingers around it. Nikki ran her other hand up and down the shaft, marveling the unique piece possessed by her bulldog faced customer. She shook it couple of times, observing it closely then pushed it aside and cupped his balls with her other hand. His sac was full ... full of his load which would soon be emptied inside her hot, willing body. Nikki began to lick his balls, tracing a pattern with her tongue, her eyes all along on Hugo's face. Her other hand continued to play with his cock, pressing it, and then releasing the pressure only to squeeze again.

Hugo grunted in pleasure, his beady eyes watching her perform.

She opened her mouth and took his sac in her mouth. He moaned in pleasure as she began teasing him, sucking him. Her scent filled the air; she pushed her hand down and began fingering her clit. Nikki released his balls from her mouth and brought her face close to his gigantic contraption. She began licking the base, moving up to the knob, his shaft wet with her saliva. Nikki took his red knob in her mouth and began kissing, trailing her tongue along the rim pecking the pee slit then rolling it over on the sensitive dorsal side.

Then she began taking it in her mouth. The red knob slid over her painted lips followed by the meaty shaft. She held him inside for some moments, her right hand wrapped at the base, alternately squeezing then releasing so as to control the rush of blood into the thick veins crisscrossing his shaft while she furiously fingered herself with her free hand. She picked up her tempo, setting a good pace of bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Hugo tried to look down and watch, but the naughty wife was sucking him so good that he could only close his eyes and let his head fall back.

Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked on Hugo's cock like a straw in a thick milk shake. She continued to suck hard as she moved her mouth up his shaft, stopping at the head to keep it just inside her lips. Nikki opened her eyes and looked up at him as she slid her lips over the head, swirling her tongue around it before slowly letting his cock slide past her lips. The squeeze and release technique ensured that Hugo did not reach his climax quickly, something that her dear Tom had taught her. Finally sensing that he would not be able to hold on any longer, she removed his cock from her mouth and gripped him hard at his base.

"Hugo, I want you inside me. Fill me up with your manly cum."

Nikki stepped out of her stilettos and lay down on her back, spreading her legs invitingly. Her inner thighs were wet with her sweet nectar. Hugo gazed at her pink, engorged lips with a happy grin on his lips. He moved between her legs and began running his fingers over her outer labia. Nikki let out an involuntarily moan as Hugo's fingers began teasing her clit. He had a well, toned muscular body, his arms strong and muscular. Her gaze fixed upon his large manhood, just inches from her wet pussy. She was completely awe struck by its length and girth.




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She gasped as Hugo began the tip of his cock up and down her sensitive lips. He pushed further and his knob slid inside her cunt. Nikki shivered, her eyes fixed upon the strong, muscular man making his entry inside her.

"Ahh ...," cried out Nikki as his steeled shaft penetrated her, opening her vagina wide as no man had ever done before. Her eyes widened in amazement as her pussy opened wide to accommodate his cock all the way inside her. His massive muscular frame was above her now as he made himself comfortable. Hugo began to rhythmically move his buttocks as he thrust deep inside her, then out only to ram in harder. He placed his right hand on her breast, mercilessly squeezing it, enjoying its softness, his hips moving faster and faster.

"Aaahhh ... oh yes ... yes ... yes...ohh," shrieked Nikki as Hugo spread her pussy wide, thrusting deep inside her, pummeling her with his mammoth phallus.

Nikki had by now closed her eyes, her body no longer in her control, responding to the demands of the muscular giant on top of her. It was as though her body had been impaled by his mammoth manhood, as she lay spread eagled on her back, legs splayed wide open, her hands clutching the bed in sheer ecstasy.

She felt his strong muscular frame stiffen and with a final deep thrust he shot his load inside her. He lay on top of her, her soft body pressed to his hard, toned body. She could now feel him becoming soft inside her. He rolled off her and made drink for both of them.

"That was something, wasn't it," he said in a proud tone.

"Heck man, this guy things he has done a girl a big favor by ramming that mammoth appendage inside her. He wants me to show gratitude for that!" she thought to herself. She felt disgusted. The fuck was good but the man was shit. But then she realised that it would be a good idea to play up to his ego, maybe she could get some information out of him which could be of some use.

"Handsome, you sure know how to impress a lady," she drawled in a slow, husky, awe filled tone.

Hugo grinned happily.

She lay propped on the bed, sipping her drink, legs spread wide, cum oozing out of her pink puffy lips. Her breath was still shallow, her body ye to recover from the pounding it had taken. She watched Hugo wipe his manhood clean with her panty. He then tossed it aside and began playing with it.

Breathlessly she watched his cock growing in size like an inflatable condom shaped balloon. She was not going to get any rest tonight, that's for sure. She felt ashamed to acknowledge but a familiar warm feeling began to take hold of her body.

"Okay Nikki, on your knees."

She put down her glass and did as she was told.

Hugo came behind her. She felt his hands moving over her buttocks in round circular motions, squeezing her ass cheeks then again freely moving over her soft, round buttocks. Hugo spread her ass cheeks, his finger began playing over her crack. His fingers began probing her puckered hole. Nikki shuddered.

He took some lube and began preparing her. Her eyes snapped open as she felt his tip on her hole.

"Aaahh," she gasped out as Hugo entered her ass hole.

"Aaah ... oh God ... easy fella ... oohh ...," cried out Nikki as Hugo entered her from behind, his strong hands firmly on her hips, holding her steady for his assault. He now picked up speed, moving faster and faster.

"Uunnh ... oh... aahhh," moaned Nikki as the big man continued to take her in a frenzied motion as though there was no tomorrow.

"A fucking giant," she remembered Rita saying and now she understood what the two girls were talking about. He was big and fucking was what he liked ... in short, a fucking giant.

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She didn't know when he left. All she remembered was being rolled on to her back and then the fucking resumed. She must have passed out sometime during the fucking and the giant must have just put on clothes and walked out after being satisfied.

She felt sore all over. There were bite marks all over her body. He had scratched her back and buttocks like an enraged animal.

She smoked in silence. She felt bad. She had betrayed the marriage vow taken by her. Two complete strangers had fucked her, no let's say one had fucked her while the other had mauled her, torn her apart. She shuddered. God alone knew how many more were to follow, and how Tom would take all this was another question in the back of her mind.

Nikki stubbed out her cigarette and went out to Rita's room. She couldn't bear to stay alone in her room, the room in which she was being fucked by other men. She found her chatting with some other girls. There were a couple whom she had not met before. Nikki joined in their idle chat.

As she got to know the girls better she realised that most of them were here on their own free will. Many of them had stories similar to Rita's which had forced them to join the Greenwood Country Club. There was Nancy who had left her three year daughter with her mother. She had just told her that it would be not possible for her to work as well as take care of the kid. Later maybe she would take her with him. Her mother accepted her storyline. On the other hand there was Janice who decided against burdening her parents with her responsibility. She put her boy in a boarding school. The father had rarely visited the boy although he had full visiting rights.

Later the girls visited the beauty parlor on the second floor. As with her other planning's, Eva had ensured that her girls had the best of facilities to keep themselves beautiful. The manicurist, the hair dresser, they were all from big cities with many years of experience.

Nikki decided to go for a new look. She wanted to look different, different from her normal self. She had her hairstyle changed to a more contemporary one, making her look more like one of those fashion models than her true self. She followed it up with a complete round of waxing, threading and finally facial.

She looked at herself in the mirror and gave a satisfied nod. Yes, she could no longer see Mrs. Tom Sinclair in the mirror.

To Be Continued ...

Alex

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 (A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read)




The evening found her back at the Lounge, dressed in a body hugging dress which showed off her body to its fullest advantage, the pearl necklace around her neck adding to her elegance.

"Nikki," she thought she heard her name being called out over the music.

She looked around. It was Rita. She was accompanied by a thin, spectacled guy. His thin brown hair was swept behind in a pony tail.

"Nikki, meet Joey. He is a writer. He's been dying to meet you."

"Hi," said Joey.

He was shorter than her, his eyes more or less at level with her ample bosom. His eyes behind his spectacles were big and round as they gazed admiringly at her cleavage.

Nikki felt amused.

"Wow a writer! Always wanted to meet one of them," she exclaimed, enjoying the adoration his eyes were bestowing upon her.

"Come let's take our drinks to the table. You must tell me all about yourself," she continued. She took his arm in his and the two made way to the nearest table.

"So what do you write about?" she enquired, leaning forward with a faked look of admiration on her face.

"Uh ... er, about movies, art, literature," he stuttered, his eyes hungrily feasting upon her boobs.

They continued chatting about the coverage's he had done, the articles he had written and which had been published. Being from the press line herself, Nikki was able to engage him in a variety of topics.

The drinks flowed freely as Joey happily rattled on, encouraged by a few words of appreciation put in by Nikki every now and then. By now, she had snuggled close to him. Their thighs were pressed together. Joey placed his hand on her knees, then began moving it upwards, savoring the feel of her soft, creamy thighs. They had by now run out of entertainment topics to discuss, and silently finished off the last of their crepes.

Nikki touched her napkin to her mouth and murmured, "Yum that was good."

"Very good," Joey agreed his hand not very far from her crotch.

"I should thank you for a marvelous meal," she said. "I want to thank you."

She leaned over, across him, her breasts pressing like twin cushions against his arms, and planted a delicious kiss on his open lips. Her tongue darted out to find his and then teased against his tongue.

Joey could feel an immediate erection. Nikki reached down and patted his stomach.

"How does it feel?"

"Have you had all you want?" Before he could reply, her hand slid down his stomach, and reached his crotch and curled around his erection.

"Withdrawing her hand slowly, she gave him a seductive smile."Or would you like more?"

"More ... much more. I want you Nikki," he replied his confidence growing with the size of his arousal.

"You have me," she simply said taking his hand in hers. "It's only a short walk."

They walked silently to her boudoir. Stepping inside she turned towards him.

"Here we are Joey. I'm all yours."

Joey stepped closer and put his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him and kissed her. He ran his tongue over her lips, enjoying her feel. Nikki flinched. She did not consider it necessary to fake any emotions. Her customer was too drunk and hungry for her body to notice anything. His hands went to her zipper and her dress was soon at her feet. Her bra and panty soon followed suit.

She now stood naked before him.

Joey stepped back to admire her. His eyes moved from her breasts to her flat tummy, to her neatly trimmed bush. He then moved around her. She could feel his hungry eyes on her body, her buttocks.

"Like what you see?" she casually asked as he came back to stand in front of her.

He nodded his head, licking his lips in anticipation and then began undressing hurriedly.

Nikki almost gasped in surprise. His erect pecker was no bigger than her Tom's forefinger. He kneeled down and buried his face into her pubic hair, inhaling her scent. She felt herself moistening, that familiar feeling building up inside her. Then he began to recite,

"Oh lovely Nikki, 

Thy beauty is second to none, 

Your breasts, two lovely, big watermelons, 

Love to suckle them, fondle them, 

Thy scent enthrals me, 

Nectar sweet and invigorating,"

Nikki looked on bemused.

"Hey I didn't know you were a poet as well," said Nikki in a charitable tone.

Joey happily lapped up the praises coming his way.

He took her by her hand and led her to the bed, then clambered on top of her and buried his head between her boobs. He took her taut nipples in his mouth and began to suckle them, licking her breasts, then suckling her again. Finally he adjusted his position to enter her.

She didn't feel a thing.

He continued jabbing inside her, his eyes having a glazed look about them. Finally with a shudder he let shot his cum inside her and collapsed.

"Oh Joey, you are so, so different," said Nikki after counting a slow fifty inside her head so as to allow Joey to get some breathe back.

Joey looked up from between her boobs; "You know I thought Greta was the ultimate in this house, but now having met you ..." he didn't finish and went back to his suckling.

Nikki picked up her ears.

Greta!

"You were fond of her?" she asked in a casual tone, her hand ruffling his hair.

"Yes, yes she was the best," he mumbled between his suckling.

"Was?" she inquired.

"Yeah, ran off with one of her customers, at least that's what we all think."

"Nice bubbly girl, and very knowledgeable too. Especially about business matters. Mid West Corp., yeah that company interested her a lot."

"Mid West Corp.?" queried Nikki as she made a mental note of that name.

"Yeah, you know with me being a writer and so worldly knowledgeable, she asked me to tell her about international business and how in particular local companies like Mid West Corp. could grow in size in such a short span of time."

"This was getting interesting. Perhaps Greta was into something about this company, like illegal trade or something like that," thought Nikki with a puzzled frown. She would have to work on Joey some more to get all the information she needed.

"Ooh, but you are indeed very knowledgeable. Ask me, I have met guys and I can tell and, and so nice too," she added demurely.

Joey grinned happily, his manly ego pumped up to the hilt. Nikki filled up his glass for him.

"So what exactly is this international business connection? And how does Mid West Corp fit into this?"

She listened to him closely as the night wore on.

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The next morning found her in a somber mood. She stared out of the big French window, running over what she had gleaned from Joey.

Mid West Corp was set up seven to eight years back by some local promoters. Its main business was dealing in electronic items. They had the regional rights to sell the products of some major manufacturers. Business was good. Then a couple of years back the company changed hands. It now became a subsidiary of a Houston based unit. They bagged some good export orders and the sales volume increased exponentially. But the new owners kept pretty much to themselves. Not much was known about them, just that the unit was being looked after by a couple.

"So, a company changes hands and begins to do wonderfully well," thought Nikki. "Now what's so special about that? Why would Greta be interested in it?"

Nikki stubbed out the cigarette in her hand. Perhaps she would have to link up with Joey again. He wouldn't mind. The blow job she had given his little pecker before he left had really perked him up.

She watched on as the chamber maid cleared the spider webs from the ceiling with the help of a couple of co workers. Eva had been surprised when she came to know that it was Nikki who had spotted the spider webs. Normally the girls really didn't bother with the tidiness of their boudoir. As far as they were concerned it was something best left for the cleaning staff to deal with.

Nikki smiled sardonically. The only reason she had spotted the spider webs was that there was nothing else to do while on your back with a man on top of you.

She hated it, though her body had responded to the sex part with shameful wantonness.

She had lost count of the number of men who had enjoyed her, sometimes two of them together. Eva had paid her extra for those threesomes. Joey had bedded her again and she had been able to extract some more. The other guys were just nameless faces, as it is she had been more engrossed at looking at the ceiling of her boudoir.

But she didn't seem to be making any headway.

She looked at the clock ... soon it would be time for her to earn her stay for the day. Nikki opened her wardrobe and began selecting her clothing's.

She sat with the other girls, sipping her drink, passing time till one of the men picked her up for a fucking session at her boudoir. She looked at their faces. They all seemed to be the moneyed or influential type. You can tell that by their demeanor. And they definitely had a wife or girlfriend back a home.

"A business trip out of town, work done, a romp in the bed with a new face, a fresh body, and then it's back home to the missus or girlfriend," she mused.

A fifty something man walked up to her and started making idle talk. She replied back with a smile, watching him peering down the front of her dress. She flushed. The guy soon staggered off, his eyes locked on the ample bosom of another of the girls.

"Our very own peeping Tom," whispered Samantha to Nikki, a green eyed, curvaceous brunette. "He will check out the boobs of all the girls, continue to get drunk and then finally grab the one whose boobies he liked the best and head for her room."

"Men," said Nikki with a shake of her head.

"Nikki!" she heard Gina call out to her. She was sitting with a pot belied, middle aged guy with a thick old chain around his neck.

Nikki moved over to their table. "I was just telling Fred here what a sweet girl you were, and intelligent too," drawled Gina. She was tipsy. "He was hoping that you could join us."

Fred, the pot belied guy, gave her a small, friendly wave, more as a way of an introductory hello.

Nikki flashed him a smile. As she made way to sit besides Fred, she happened to look at Gina. She had her legs spread apart and Fred's other hand was under the tablecloth. He grinned back at her. Nikki brushed her lips against his cheeks and sat close to him.

"So it's gonna be two on one tonight," she thought to herself, as she felt Fred's other hand slide up her thigh, pushing up her dress.

Fred flirted with the two ladies with him. Nikki played along till Fred said he would like to take the ladies to bed. Gina giggled and winked at Nikki.

Once in Gina's room, he hugged them one by one, kissing them, pressing their body close to his, and feeling them up.

"Girls undress each other," he instructed, as he made himself comfortable on the couch, refilling his empty glass.

Nikki felt awkward. She had never been into bi stuff before. Gina saw her hesitate and understood what was going on in her mind.

She stepped closer to her and kissed her on her cheek, "Just relax, everything will work out fine."

Nikki nodded. Gina's hand went to her zipper. Soon her dress was at her feet. Gina turned around expectantly. With trembling hands Nikki unzipped her dress.

"There we are," said Gina as she pushed aside her dress. Both the women were now in their bra, panty and stilettos.

His eyes gave his next command.

Their hands went behind to unclasp their bra, then down to their panty. Now were just in their stilettos.

Nikki glanced at Gina. She was a couple of inches shorter than her with nice, bouncy boobs, their ruby colored nipples in a state of complete arousal. Her broad hips tapered down to smooth legs, pussy clean shaven and wet with her oozing juices. Nikki felt her own tits harden with arousal, her womanly scent filling the room.

The two stood provocatively in front of Fred.

"Like what you see?" queried Gina suggestively.

Fred began to undress, his eyes hungrily feeding upon the two beautiful, naked bodies awaiting his attention.

He stood naked in front of Nikki, his manhood strong and aroused. He had, Nikki noted, a thin but longish cock, now in full excitement. Fred placed both his hands on her boobs, pressing them, squeezing. He bent down to take her taut nipples into his mouth one by one, his hands trailing down lazily to her belly. She gasped as Fred pushed his nose into her mound, inhaling her scent.

Satisfied he stood up, then bent his knees slightly and inserted his tip inside her. He placed his hands on her shoulder and the two stood in an erotic copulation posture for a few moments. Then he withdrew is cock from her and moved on to Gina and began teasing her taut nipples.

Uummm ... "moaned Gina, placing her hand on his shoulders, drawing him close to her. He inserted his middle finger inside her, then withdrew it and licked her juices.

"Okay my beauties time to take a shower," he announced, emptying his glass in one quick motion.

Nikki was aghast. Fred put his arms around the waist of the two naked women and began leading them to the bathroom, his thin, long cock swinging to and fro.

He closed the toilet head and sat on it with a fresh drink in his hand. He was now in a fairly drunken mood. Gina took a sip from his glass and then stepped under the shower. Nikki pressed his face on her boobs and followed her friend.

Nikki stood under the shower and watched the water run down with its full gravitational force over her pierced belly button before its speed was temporarily arrested by her pubic hair and then finally having made its way out it again regained the same force to finally fall at her bare feet where it made little puddles before being drained away.

The two girls began soaping each other.

By now the drinks were having their effect on Fred who became more and more vocal.

"Oh yes, Nikki you little darling, he slurred, as Nikki's hands moved over Gina's boobs."

"Don't touch those nipples, that's a good girl; soap her boobs nice and proper."

He was now standing, staring at them drunkenly.

"Come on Gina, rub her pussy, feel her clit, there's a good girl."

"Oh yes, good girl, Nikki play with her tits, show me your tits darling."

He was now stroking himself furiously.

"Shit, turn round you little bitch, show me your fucking tits."

The shocking language had started.

"Ohh yes, that's it, stay there Nikki, what beautiful tits darling."

"That's it Nikki, wash those big smooth tits of Gina, feel those lovely pink nipples, and stroke that sexy cunt of yours."

"Pull the curtain back a bit so I can watch you darling, come on you horny little bitch let me see you, you know you want to."

"Come on Gina."

"Come on girl show Fred what you've got."

The rubbing speed accelerated.

"Oh yes, good girl, show me your tits darling, let Fred see your big clean wet titties darling."

"Oh yes, hold it there, hold it there, no, oh you fucking bitch Nikki."

"That's it, come on get closer, get closer. What are you doing, I bet your rubbing your sexy little cunt, aren't you, ummm ... I'd love to rub it for you, slipping my fingers into your wet pussy you sexy little slut, making you beg me to put my cock up you."

"You'd like that wouldn't you Nikki."

"Oh yes, lift your head up a bit darling, show me your tits again, come on sweetheart."

The torrent of abuse and self-gratification continued to spill out from the drunken man.

"I bet you'd love me to come up behind you and ram my cock up you from behind wouldn't you, cunt or ass I don't mind which you sexy little fucker, while I squeeze them two beauties of yours, slamming my cock into you Gina, giving you it hard just how you like it you sexy little bitch, hearing your sexy voice begging me to fuck you, you horny little fucker."

"Oh, I saw how you like bending down Nikki, the same way you'd bend down to suck my cock, suck it you fucking bitch, swallow it all Nikki."

He then motioned them to step out of the shower.

Nikki was drunk and horny. She had never experienced this before. The three made their way to the bed, droplets of water rolling down their smooth, nude bodies.

"Come over here girls," said Fred as he propped up himself on the bed. The two smiled and climbed up.

"Put up a show girls. I assure you won't be disappointed," said Fred and he suggestively pulled up his cock.

Gina grinned and settled down besides Fred.

Nikki smiled seductively at Gina and began massaging her flat tummy with her palms. Gina drank from her glass and smiled. Then Nikki poured the lotion given by Fred on Gina's breasts and stomach and began to massage the lotion over her large breasts, rolling them in her hands, feeling the contours, giving special attention to Gina's nipples.

Gina felt the rush of wanton pleasure in her body.

"Ooh ..., go on Nikki, touch me, feel the weight of my breasts," moaned Gina. She closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head. Her breasts were thrust out, dominating; Nikki looked at them, completely tantalized.

Fred stared at the girls, furiously massaging his cock at the same time.

Gina's breasts swung to and fro to the rhythm of the massage. Nikki gently pressed her hands across the soft orbs of her flesh, before taking the weight of each in the palms of her hands and continuing to massage them. They were big and plump though not as big and ripe as hers. Gina shivered. She stretched out her arms and pulled Nikki against her big breasts, enveloping her with her soft thighs. Her hand stroked her back as she kissed her lovingly and deeply.

"God, you've made me so hot. I love your young slim body. I want to make love to every inch of you. I want to show you what a woman's tongue can do," said Gina and she lowered pulled her mouth to hers and started kissing her deeply.

As they kissed Gina's hand rested on Nikki's arse and she firmly squeezed her arse-cheek. She began to stroke Nikki's arse with her finger nails. Nikki groaned, pushing back her arse to meet her fingers. Gina took the hint and pressed her finger into her arsehole.

"Urgghh ... aahh...yes, Gina I love this, I love what you're doing to me, don't stop, please!" groaned Nikki.

Gina pushed her fingers deeper and deeper into her ass hole until she was fully accommodated. At first Gina did not move content to enjoy the hot wet pressure of Nikki's butt hole. Then she began a slight motion, easing her finger back and forth, driving Nikki to the limit of womanly pleasure.

At this point Gina slid down the bed a little and at the same time pulled Nikki up towards her, pushing her forward till Nikki's hands were gripping the headboard and her cunt was directly over her face. As a woman Gina knew just how to please Nikki. She honed in on Nikki's clit, probing it with her tongue and gently sucking and teasing it, encouraging it to grow from her ministrations. Nikki began to grind her cunt against Gina's face, clutching the bed head for support.

"Yes, honey, yes, love my cunt. Give me your woman's love. Ummm ... I love what you're doing to me, I've needed this for so long, and I want it. Oh Gina you're making me so wet, Uh ...oh, yes, aahhh ..., yes, oh yes ... ahh ..., ahh ..." wailed Nikki.

Fred watched in awe as the two women made passionate love.

Gina's tongue was now jabbing into Nikki's cunt again and again, deep into her wet and open hole. Her hands were on her arse, squeezing the cheeks, pulling Nikki open for her greedy mouth. Nikki's juices were flow flowing thick and fast. She began humping against Gina's tongue, enjoying the sexual release she was giving her. Her orgasm was building now and she began to scream out, arching her back as she gripped the headboard tightly. Gina moved her fingers in and out with ease while her thumb continued to torment Nikki's clit. Fred furiously played with his elongating cock. He came up behind Nikki. He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her to him. Nikki felt a prodding behind her. She looked behind. Fred had his cock pressed to her buttocks. He began moving it over her firm round ass, then over her crack.




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"Oohhh ...," whimpered Nikki, pushing her face into Gina's cunt.

Fred entered her from behind. He let his cock slip inside her, pressed forward and gripped her hips and then began fucking her. The room was filled with the sound of the two women in ecstasy and the rhythmic slapping of Fred's ball against Nikki's smooth round bottom.

"Aahhh ..," wailed Nikki as her orgasm ripped her body.

Fred continued fucking the two women. They changed positions so that Gina could suck her pussy while Fred fucked her from behind. Then he pushed Gina aside and took Nikki in missionary position, pulling up her legs on his shoulders.

They continued fornicating until Fred finally rolled off Gina after one final thrust and immediately started snoring. Nikki lay on her side, as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She looked around. Gina was sound asleep, her body entwined with Fred's. She got up and moved to the bathroom. Nikki began cleaning herself, removing Fred's semen from her areolas, pubic hair.

A thought suddenly struck her. This had been Greta's room before she had vanished. Out of curiosity, she began exploring around. Nikki carefully went thru the wardrobe, checked under the mattresses, then pulled open the chest drawers. She pushed her hand deep inside to see if she could find something of interest.

Just as she was pulling out her hand from the last drawer, her hand touched something. She looked in. A piece of paper was stuck to the top side with some tape. Carefully, she removed the tape and pulled out the paper.

The paper was filled with some kind of encrypted writing. She frowned, really not sure if it was of any importance. Then with a shrug, she folded the paper in her hand, picked up her clothes and gently opened the door. It was early in the morning and nobody was about. She picked up her clothes, threw down the towel and quickly ran naked to her room across the corridor.

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The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 05



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Nikki slept late. The previous night had been quite punishing. Around mid morning, Rita and some other girls came along. Rita had promised to show her the Conference Room on her first day at the Club.

"Welcome to the Conference Room," said Rita as the girls entered the room.

Nikki's mouth half opened in amazement as she looked around the interior. The entire room had glass work. The floor, the ceiling and the side walls had glass paneling. There were statues placed everywhere showing couples in various forms of sexual postures as depicted in Kama Sutra, the ancient book on love and sex. She could identify some of the erotic positions, but there were many others positions, even groupies, fellatio, cunnilingus.

"Rita," she gasped, staring down on the floor, "I can see what you are wearing underneath, or rather what you are not." Nikki could clearly see up her skirt, getting a clear view of her friend's shaven pussy.

"Well, my dear, it seems you too have decided to go without your knickers for the day," replied back Rita with a chuckle as the girls burst into laughter.

Nikki blushed; she had decided to go without panties for the day, giving her aching pussy as much relief as possible.

Couches were placed all over the floor and there was a rotating dais in the middle of the room with a dance pole.

"Come, sit here," said Rita to Nikki. Nikki sat on the couch, next to Rita who then pressed a button and the couch converted into a spacious bed.

"Rita this is more of an orgy room than a conference room," said Nikki in a hushed voice.

Rita winked at her. "This is quite a popular place. Companies make a booking to bring over their clients and company executives after a conference."

"I bet some of their clients must be closing deals in this room," replied Nikki with a smile.

"That's true," quipped Gloria who had also joined them.

"So the men watch us dance and then pick us up one by one for a fuck?" queried Nikki in a curious tone.

"Yeah, something like that. Some of us are on that dais, while others mingle with the customers, offer them drinks, and sit beside them as the show continues on the dais. Then as they get drunk and get in the mood, they begin fucking us right here, taking turns. It's an open house kinda situation," replied Gina.

"Last time I remember I was sucking the cock of one of the guys on the couch, when I felt a prodding on my rear. I looked back to see this guy who had been sitting on the couch across the room, he had crossed over to join us and was getting ready to take me from the rear," she continued as the other girls started telling about their experiences.

"Eva is a sharp business woman. She has thought about all kinds of settings to make her establishment stand apart from others offering similar services," thought Nikki, "and no doubt she must be having people in the law enforcement department on her payroll."

They trooped over to the gym and spa room. Here again everything was tastefully done up. In fact, in the evening hours the clients had the option to take the girls to the spa or gym, but there would be extra charges.

Later Nikki returned to her room with the images from Kama Sutra fresh and vivid in her mind. Just then the door opened and Eva swept in.

"Hi," said Nikki.

"Hi honey," she replied back as she made herself comfortable on the sofa.

"Nikki, you may be new here, but let me tell you I am getting a real good feedback about you."

"Thank you Eva, I aim to please my customers, just as our motto says," she replied with a smile.

"Good girl."

"Now listen to me carefully. We have some important, well to do customers. Given their reputation, they cannot visit us openly. So we let our girls go to the meeting place set up for a romp."

"And?" queried Nikki.

"Well, I plan to add your name to the list of such escort girls. You will get a higher cut in the earnings. You okay with that?"

"Well, if the money is good, then why not," replied Nikki after a brief pause.

"Great, just what I was hoping for. Believe me gal, you and me will go places, I can assure you of that."

With that she got up and left as swiftly as she had come.

"Now what I have got myself into?" thought Nikki with a wry smile.

"Not that it would make any difference; as it were she was getting fucked by a variety of men on a daily basis. So instead of her bed at the club, it would be at some other place that's all," she reasoned.

The day wore on uneventfully. She mingled with the other girls, basically trying to extract any little information that could be useful to her. But she did learn some more things about the bordello. Cindy, who had been around for some time now, told her that some girls were lucky to bag "overseas assignments."

"You know there is this international network and girls are called for a stint of six months to a year, mostly for the harems of some rich sheikhs," she said in an excited tone.

"And after that a gal has earned enough to go in for a retirement," she continued with a wink.

"I have put up my kid in a boarding school, and if I get a chance, then perhaps I can move on in life, start a boutique, have my kid with me and who knows meet a guy who really likes me and not just my body," she ended wistfully.

"The middle east, harem ... what next," Nikki thought to herself.

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Her outing to the Lounge that evening proved to be a short one. Hugo was waiting for her. His face brightened up on seeing her and he quickly made his way towards her.

"Hi baby," he growled and grabbed her by her waist. He pulled her close and planted his thick lips on her. She squirmed. Her body was pressed tight against his, her boobs squashed against his muscular chest. He groped her, fondled her, his hands running freely over her ass. Then he grabbed her by her hand.

"Let's go and fuck," he said.

The bed creaked under the weight of the couple. The rhythm increasing as the man increased his pace. Once again Nikki lay impaled by the mammoth phallus tearing into her body, her soul. She moaned softly, more in pain than anything else. But the huge man straddling her mistook it for pleasure. His frenzied pace attained new heights, until, unable to control anymore he plunged deep inside her and emptied his load. She knew this was not the end of her ordeal. There was more to come. She bit her lips, her hand travelling down to her gaping pussy. His invasion had been hard, no foreplay, no playing around.

Hugo was on the sofa, making his drink.

Then he would roll her over and her ordeal would commence once again. She knew his fuck routine pretty well by now. She rolled to one side and pushed her hand beneath the mattress and clasped her wedding ring in her hand. Tears rolled down her cheeks, hidden from the huge man by the strands of hair falling across her face.

She heard his mobile ring.

"Yeah," growled Hugo then straightened up on hearing the voice from the other end.

"You mean I will have to play baby sitter for that goon for some more days?"

He remained silent as the person on the other side spoke to him.

"Oh, give me a break. We know he is a cop, what's there left to confirm? Just let me do the job. Nobody will ever hear from him again."

Nikki's heart skipped a beat. "There is somebody in his custody that may or may not be a cop! Was it possible that it was her Tom? After all he was working closely with the Feds, almost a cop himself so to say, and that fits the description of the man Hugo was just talking about!"

She was now fully alert. Her mind was racing.

"C'mon girl, think of something," she said to herself.

She watched Hugo down his second drink. With his other hand he was playing with himself, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Hey handsome what's holding you back?" she purred lazily. She propped herself against the headstand and invitingly spread her legs.

"You are so strong, I love strong men," she continued, her tongue playing over her lips.

Hugo stood up and staggered towards her.

"On your knees babe," he commanded.

He began lubricating her ass hole. Her body stiffened in anticipation of the onslaught that was to follow, like many times before.

"Uum ... ahh..." she whimpered as his phallus rammed inside her. Again and again he savagely tore into her ass hole. He gripped her firmly with both his arms as he gained speed.

Grimacing under the duress her body was going thru, she finally blurted, "Yes, yes ... do it to me ... harder."

"You like it, uh? ... okay I am gonna take you apart," he replied hoarsely.

The next few minutes seemed like eternity. Hugo ravaged her soft body. The room was filled with the smell of two aroused bodies thrashing madly on the bed. Finally her ordeal came to an end as Hugo shot his load inside her. With a satisfied grunt he let go of her and lay down besides her. Neither spoke as their breath slowly came back to normal.

"I'm gonna miss you baby," he finally said.

"What! ... you tired of me already?" she asked in an innocent, hurt tone.

"Naw, some matter has come up that needs my attention. Won't be coming around for a while."

"It gets so lonely out here. I don't get to move out of the club much. I always look forward to meeting you," she said in a small childish voice, playing up to his ego.

He lay silent for some moments then said, "Look here, I will set up with Eva to have you brought over to my place. You happy now?"

Nikki clapped her hands in glee, "Oh that will be marvelous."

Hugo nodded then rolled over and shut his eyes. Nikki silently watched the giant form snoring besides her. Her body ached all over from the pounding it had received.

She felt ashamed and humiliated.

"I hope it works out for the better," she thought to herself before turning her back to the sleeping giant.

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The next morning Gina strolled into her room.

"So how did it go?" she asked.

Nikki made a wry face.

"I know," she replied sympathetically, "That's one guy the girls love to avoid. He goes after any fresh meat he sees over here. Don't worry; I heard that a couple of new girls will be soon joining us. He is bound to go after them."

They continued chatting for some more time, till it was time to start freshening up for the day. Nikki filled up the bath tub with hot water. She slipped off her gown and examined herself in the mirror. Red splotches on her breasts and buttocks bore testimony to the ravaging she had undergone the previous night. She winced as her fingers ran gently over her mound. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh Tom," she said softly, as she stepped inside the tub.

Nikki closed her eyes and let the warmth of the water sooth her battered body. But the mental ordeal she was going thru would take more than that to alleviate. Images of her numerous customers fucking her in every imaginable way, and more flashed across her eyes. Jake, Thomas, and Mike ... some of their names she could not even recall. Guys with big cocks, normal size, droopy cocks, thick cocks and yes Joey. They all wanted her body, to play with it, enjoy her like as though she were a new toy to fuck, fuck and fuck again.

She shuddered. She did get aroused at times, she hated to admit that, but after all she was a woman. But all along it was her fierce longing to be with her Tom again that was somehow holding her thru this torment. Nikki was shaken out of her reverie by the sound of the intercom bell. It was Eva and she sounded pretty excited.

"Nikki you are on tonight."

"Aren't I every evening?" she queried in a wicked tone, quickly resuming her role of Nikki the Bordello girl.

Eva gave a hearty laugh.

"I like your sense of humor gal,"

"What I meant was that you have your first escort date tonight."

Nikki felt a tightening in her stomach.

"You mean ..."

"Yeah baby, you needn't bother to come down to the Lounge in the evening. Just be good and ready by eight."

"Er ... whom will I be entertaining?" Nikki asked tentatively.

"He's a high profile businessman Nikki, and so he has to be discreet. Oliver Meyer is his name."

"These are our most esteemed clients. I will send over some dresses and jewellery for you to pick from."

Nikki remained silent. Till now she had been whoring within the confines of the Greenwood Country Club. But now it seemed as though her horizons were about to expand.

"Dr Ambrose will be over in the afternoon for a quick check up. Ollie likes to be sure."

She shrugged her shoulders, "whatever."

Dr Ambrose was right on time. A perfunctory knock on her door was followed by the entry of his cadaverous form.

"Hi," he called out.

"Hi Ambrose, how's my doctor?"

"As ever ready to serve my lovely ladies," he replied already undressing her with his eyes.

Nikki looked steadily at him, not missing his double innuendo. Her stint at the bordello had taught her many new things, insights into the human nature which she would carry with her forever. This scumbag just wanted to fuck anything in skirts. She wouldn't be surprised to know that he was offering his service free to the club, fucking some of the best looking whores in the neighborhood was more than a compensation for him.

"Yeah doctor, this girl can sure use some servicing," she said as she spread her legs invitingly, untying the knot of her silk, transparent robe.

She knew what he wanted and it was best not to waste any more time than necessary. Dr Ambrose locked the door then quickly undressed. She watched him approach her. He was thin and pale; his manhood thin and straight just like the rest of him.

He settled on top of her, his bony fingers began squeezing her boobs, alternatively playing with her nipples, pulling at them then pressing them down. Her body began to respond to the ministrations of a man's hand. Dr Ambrose inserted his middle finger inside her pussy, and then withdrew it. He looked at his juice coated finger for a moment.

"Well lubricated down there," he said in a satisfied smile.

He straddled her once more and pushed his thin, long manhood inside her and began humping her.

"Hey Doc, you must have tasted most of us gals inhere. Who's the best?" she asked in a teasing tone, her hips moving in rhythm to his thrusts.

"You my dear Nikki" he panted, "Never seen a more beautiful creature before."

The doctor stiffened and shot his load inside her womb. He lay atop her for some moments as their breathing slowly came back to normal.

"I like you Nikki. You are the most beautiful of them all here."

She blushed at the compliment.

"Well Nikki," continued the Doc with a slight hesitancy in his voice, "Like I said earlier, you are very attractive and I really think it's a shame that you get only half of what you earn."

"It's not fair," continued the Doc vehemently.

Nikki shook her pretty head in agreement, playing along with the doctor.

"I really think you should be getting to keep all of it."

"But that cannot happen," she lamented.

"Nikki," said Doc, taking her hand in his, "will you come with me?"

"I have a big house. You can run your own show with nobody cutting into your fair earnings. And ... and I will be always there with you."

Nikki's heart skipped a beat. She looked at him seriously. "You are not kidding me, are you?"

Doctor Ambrose placed her hand on his heart.

"I cherish you."

"Oh Doc, you are a wonderful man," said Nikki, restraining herself with all her will power from kneeing him where he would hurt the most.

"But how will we work it out?"

"I have a plan," said the Doc and he drew her closer to him and began briefing her.

Giving her a perfunctory peck on the cheeks, he then dressed up and left with a nod.

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Nikki pulled her robe tightly around her body. Her medical checkup completed, she began preparing for her first night outside the club. She selected a pair of red lacy bra and panty from the selection sent over to her by Eva. Then after going thru the dresses, she decided to go for a low neckline dress that came to just her thighs. Finally she wore a gold necklace with a big stone, emerald she was sure.

Rita walked in just as she was giving herself a final look over in front of her mirror.

"Ready for our night show?"

"I'm on escort duty tonight," she replied with a wink.

"Cool, that would mean you will be earning something extra tonight," she said as she lighted a cigarette.

"What's his name?"

"Oliver Meyer."

Rita took a deep drag on her cigarette and slowly exhaled.

"My, my we are going places."

"Something I should know?"

"Well, he is the President of one of the bigger companies down here, and a regular one for escort services. Word has it that his wife is a bi, and he is always on the lookout for some fresh girls for her."

"We call him Octopussy," she finished with a giggle.

Nikki turned cold.

"The Octopussy Necklace! ... Those were Greta's last words to Tom."

With trembling hands, Nikki poured out a drink for herself.

"What is his company's name?"

"Um .. Let me see, yeah, Mid West Corp Inc."

Nikki's face turned pale. She was shaking inside.

"Okay gal, I gotta go. See you tomorrow," said Rita as she made way for the door.

She made another drink for herself, her nerves on the edge. Oliver Meyer ... Octopussy ... Mid West Corp.... Nikki recollected Joey telling her that Greta had been interested in the history of Mid West Corp. But Greta had mentioned a necklace to Tom. But as per Joey the company did not deal in precious stones, just electronic items.

"There must be a link to all this," Nikki thought to herself, "perhaps they were involved in smuggling stolen stones by hiding them inside their electronic items," she surmised.

Just then there was a discreet knock on the door and the chamber maid stepped in.

"Nikki, the car has arrived."

Nikki nodded. She stepped into her stilettos and briskly walked out.

It was a big, black limousine that was waiting for her at the entrance. It had black windows which totally hid the interiors.

The chauffer opened the back door and Nikki slid in with a thank you smile on her lips. Sitting at the other end was one of the fattest, obese men she had ever laid her eyes upon. His fat cheeks gave his eyes an almost a permanent closed look. His black hair was slickly combed down.

"Hi Nikki, I'm Oliver," he said.

She flashed a smile and offered her cheek to him.

Oliver leaned forward to kiss her, letting his thick hand to rest on her smooth, creamy thigh.

As the limousine moved forward, he opened the drink cabinet and made a drink for both of them.

"Your photograph does injustice to you," he said in a complimentary tone, his hand coming back on her thighs.

"Thank you, Oliver, you are most kind," she replied back.

"Tell me about yourself Nikki, I heard you are new here," he said, his gaze travelling all over her body.

"Oh nothing to write home about," she said in an apologetic tone.

"Went to college, thought international commerce was a good field," she started, deliberately choosing the international scene. "Then half way thru the acting bug got into me real hard. So I dropped out to try my luck in the movies," she faked with a wry smile.

"Oh so you have been to college," he said, his interest perking up in her.

She looked down to her thighs before continuing, where Oliver's hand was now feeling her up freely, riding up her dress as he enjoyed the softness of her body.

"Then, well I got a couple of, er, you know proposals and here I am," she finished, accepting her refilled glass.




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"So you are into business, finance?" she asked, hoping to get him open up with her.

He traced the outlines of her generous lips with his fingers before replying. Then he began to tell her about the set up he ran. It seems business was okey dokey till his company participated in some international business symposium where he got some excellent openings for exporting the Middle East countries.

She heard him in rapt attention, mentally making notes of all that he was telling her. She put in a few words here and there based upon what all Joey had told her about international business, which more or less covered her alibi of having attended college.

This seems to impress him all the more. All along the limousine kept moving. It seems he intended to have her with him for a one long drive.

"It's not every day a guy gets to meet a beautiful woman with so much of knowledge," he said.

"Why, thank you sir," she replied with a bright smile on her lip. "Believe me Ollie, may I call you? ... Oh, thank you. Like I was saying it's wonderful to be in the company of such a dynamic, powerful and charming personality," replied Nikki with a wide eyed innocence of a school girl.

That seems to inflate his ego.

"Talking about being charming, Nikki why don't you take of that pretty dress of yours so that we can see some more of your charming beauty."

Nikki nodded. She unzipped her dress and carefully removed it. She was now in her red bra and panty. The necklace resting in her cleavage. The limousine continued to move along at an unhurried pace. It was extremely erotic and she could feel herself becoming moist.

He began to fondle her breasts with his thick pudgy hands, enjoying their softness. He pulled at the left bra cup to have a peek at her nipples. Seeing their taut arousal, he gave a smile and began playing one finger over it. Nikki closed her eyes and leaned back against the backrest. He then again started talking about business matters, and then after some time asked her to remove her bra in a very matter of fact voice.

Nikki silently complied.

He then pushed apart her legs and placed her hand on his bulge. His hands went back to massaging her boobs, kneading them, rolling them in his thick palms. Her womanly scent was filling up the car. He pulled her close to him and placed his mouth over her breast and began to suck greedily while his other hand slid down towards her treasure and began pressing the moist fabric of her panty. Nikki let out a low moan, as his mouth and hand picked up speed.

The limousine continued on its journey in the moonless night, the chauffer on the other side of the partition never bothering to seek guidance. It seemed he knew the routine pretty well. Her panty was on the floor by now. Ollie was finger fucking her, while his lips traversed all over her body, her nectar flowing freely, wetting his fingers, her inner thighs.

Then he abruptly let go of her and pressed a button. The headrest slid down. She didn't have to be told what to do next. Nikki settled down and spread her legs as wide as possible in the backseat of a moving limousine. He undressed unhurriedly to reveal his thick, fleshy manhood in a complete state of arousal.

Then he moved between her legs and lowered his mouth on her engorged pussy lips. He ran his tongue all over her outer labia, exploring her, spreading them aside to reveal her pink inner lips. She spasmed, lifting her hips as his tongue played over clit. Unable to control any longer, she gave out a loud throaty wail as her orgasm took hold of her body leaving her spent and completely motionless.

Ollie spoke slowly over the intercom to the driver who immediately took the limousine of the country road and discreetly parked it in a secluded area. He then stepped out of the car and disappeared into the shadows of the night.

A while later the car began rocking in a gentle rhythm to the activities taking place inside the limousine. The stillness of the night was broken by the squeaking noise of the limousine as the rocking pace increased. Then it came to a standstill with a deafening silence.

Sometime later the door opened and the fat man stepped out, fully dressed. He leaned against the engine hood, a cigarette in hand. He puffed contently, never once glancing inside the car. Then he stubbed out the cigarette and moved back inside. The chauffer materialized out of the shadows and the limousine started on its return journey.

Back in her room, Nikki took some note sheets and began to write down all that had transpired between the two of them. It seemed that business had picked up after that symposium. And now the value of the export sales were far higher than the country sales. She began noting down the list of some of the clients mentioned by Octopussy along with their country of origin.

So was there something more about these sales to the Middle East? Espionage?

"This is getting over my head," she muttered to herself before finally falling asleep.

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The next morning the girls gathered at her room to hear about her "date."

It seemed, as though, driving around the country side was one of Octopussy's favorite routine. And then finally a fucking session with the limousine parked in a wooden area, safe from prying eyes.

Nikki winced in pain. The fat Octopussy had been on top of her for quite some time and the back ache was a proof to that.

"Margo took a complete day off after entertaining him in his limo," said Gina. "You are lucky to get back with just a sore back."

"Not to mention a sore pussy," said another of the girls.

More laughter followed.

The talk moved to another topic and Nikki was left alone with her thoughts.

"All this is getting me nowhere near Tom," she reasoned. "Sure, a lot of stuff to raise doubts about something being wrong about those international sales making a quantum jump in such a short span of years. But how does Tom's abduction make a connection with all this? Was he onto something? Then there is this necklace thing. Greta had certainly said the Octopussy Necklace. But during her fuck ride with Octopussy, he made no mention of dealing in precious stones."

She winced as the gnawing by Octopussy around her inner thighs began to act up. He had lustily eaten up her pussy.

"Hey girls," Nikki heard Eva's voice boom in the room. "C'mon let's get cracking. I need you all in the Lounge pronto."

The girls bade her, a quick, good bye. Once alone, Eva came up to her.

"Oliver was speaking a lot about you. He really liked your company."

"He has sent this as a mark of his appreciation," she continued and handed over a small box.

Nikki opened it. It was a golden bracelet studded with diamonds.

"Like I said honey, you and me will go places," said Eva softly.

"I have become a real classy whore," thought Nikki.

"Oh, I almost forgot," said Eva, turning back from the door. "You have an escort booking for tonight also. That big fella, what's his name ... Hugo." With a wave of her hand, Eva stepped out of her room.

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The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 06



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Her heart beat quickened. She knew what was to be done. She went to her wardrobe and selected a black micro mini skirt and tossed it on the bed. Next she chose a bra with half cups and a thong. She thought for a moment then tossed aside the bra.

"Hugo would anyway rip it off her body in no time at all," she thought. He loved her 36D boobs.

Next she opened the small box containing some jewellery pieces she had brought along with herself when she had entered the Greenwood Country Club. She looked at them and then finally picked a ring and then another. Then she sat in front of the mirror and began preparing for the night.

Hugo had sent his Audi to pick her up. The trip was a silent one. The chauffer never once glanced her way. He knew where to take her. She checked her watch to how long it had taken them. Almost forty five minutes. They had left the city behind and were in some thickly wooded area. The road wound up the sides of the long canyon, turning and twisting on itself like a snake in pain. In the far background Nikki caught the silhouette of mountains. Below a threadlike stream tumbled whitely over granite boulders.

The chauffeur abruptly made a right turn. He swung into a dirt road, carpeted with pine needles, which ran back to a cabin so skillfully blended with the trees that it seemed almost to be the work of nature rather than of man. The chauffeur swung the car into the shaded are back of the cabin and parked it.

She stepped out of the car and made way for the door as the car moved out.

"Guess he will be back to pick me up later," she thought with a shiver as a cool breeze picked up.

The sky was overcast with thick clouds. It would rain tonight.

His face lit up on seeing her. She knew that. She was dressed like a slut. Her dress just about managing to cover her thong, her breasts bra less, bouncing in rhythm to her steps.

He put his arm around her waist and took her inside. She looked around. The room was fairly well furnished. There was a Turkish rug on the floor and fire burning in the fireplace.

"Never thought him to be of a romantic type," she thought to herself.

"Hey handsome you sure live up well," she said, making a mental note of the staircase leading up to the first floor.

"You like it, huh?" he asked.

"Like my foot," she thought.

"A bit out of the town though," she said in a carefully cultivated tone of envy.

"Yeah, thirty minutes from the north side ridge," he replied and drew her close to him. Nikki made a quick mental note of the timeline uttered by the bull dog faced giant.

Hugo literally ripped off her dress and pushed her on the Turkish rug.

"Hey handsome, what's the hurry? We got all night to fuck," she said with distaste on having to say the four letter word.

He didn't reply. His mouth was latched on to her right boob while his massive paw began kneading her right boob. Nikki sighed. She closed her eyes and spread her legs. Hugo placed her legs on his broad shoulders and began pounding her.

"Uuunnghh ... ahhhh ..." wailed Nikki in pleasure, in frustration, as Hugo increased his tempo. The rain came splattering down in a torrent accompanied by the sound of a distant thunder. The man continued his humping unrelentlessly.

She thrashed her head from side to side, her hair falling over her face, eyes shut tight. Then with a final thrust he shot his semen inside her and slumped besides her. The two lay silently, her breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her irregular breathing.

"Get me a drink," he grunted.

Nikki walked over to the drinks cabinet with the empty glasses. Hugo lay with his eyes closed. She turned her back to him so that the drinks were obscured from his sight. Looking closely at the ring she had worn, she gently pressed the crescent design which worked as a lever. The top of the ring opened and she quickly poured its contents into his glass. Making sure it was fully dissolved, she walked back to Hugo and handed him his glass. Hugo looked up at her, his drink in her hand.

This one was the best he had tasted at the Greenwood Country Club. "She had class, no doubt about that," he thought to himself. He drank contently, watching her play with his cock. He grunted as she took him in her mouth, his limp cock responding to her ministrations. He finished his glass and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her tongue. He would soon roll her over and take her puckered ass hole.

Nikki watched him from between his legs. His snoring was more pronounced now. The drug had done its job! Now she had her job to finish. She spat out his half erect manhood from her mouth and looked up at the staircase.

She made her way up steadily, trying her very best to avoid making any noise. She needn't have bothered. He was in a deep slumber and it would be hours before the effects of the drug wore off. There were four rooms along the corridor, two on each side. She checked them out. The first three had some furniture's but were otherwise bare. The last one seemed to be Hugo's bedroom.

But there was no sign of Tom. She felt disheartened.

Oh she had hoped and hoped.

Nikki looked around. She began opening the drawers, careful not to leave anything behind. She stopped. Something caught her attention. She reached out inside. Her eyes light up with recognition.

It was Tom's wallet! She looked inside. There were some notes and his driving license.

Her breath quickened. "They must have brought him here after his abduction," she surmised.

"Must have kept him here for some time."

She went cold, "Hugo had spoken about finishing off somebody. Could he have?"

Nikki shook her head. She looked out of the window, watching the rain coming down hard. A building! Out there in the distance! It was an outhouse.

Nikki whirled around and dashed down the stairs, her boobs bouncing in the air. She grabbed the bunch of keys lying on the side table in the living room and rushed out in the rain.

She ran naked towards the outhouse, oblivious of the rain drops hitting her like liquid bullets, the wet ground covering her feet and ankle in mud. She tried the first key, then the second. The lock snapped open. Nikki pushed hard with all her strength. The wooden door slowly swung open with a creaking sound.

She saw her man in the shadows. Tom was tied to a chair, his hands behind him and handcuffed as a double security. His head was hanging to one side, eyes closed.

Nikki rushed to his side. Gingerly she took his face in both her hands.

"Tom, oh Tom, what have they done to you."

He did not respond. There were bruises on his face, dried blood stuck to the corner of his lips. He had taken some beating in their hands. Her eyes brimmed over with tears. She kissed him softly, brushing away the mud sticking on his face. He was drugged. No doubt about that. She pressed his face to her bosom. She stopped, releasing him. Looking around she picked up a wet piece of cloth and began to wipe her breasts, as though cleaning away the presence of another man on her body. She again took his head and pressed him to her now pure breasts.

Nikki held him tightly. Tom opened his eyes, staring blankly at her face. He was responding.

She cried happily, running her hand over his face like a mother caressing her child. She felt rejuvenated. The pain, suffering, humiliation she had suffered now no longer tormented her. Nothing seemed to matter.

He needed something to eat. She turned and ran back to the house. Hugo was sound asleep on the rug, his cock limp and shriveled. She gave him a look of contempt and dashed into the kitchen. She poured some fruit juice into a flask. She snapped open the hidden latch on the second ring and poured its contents into the juice. She had been given an anti drug formulation, just in case she was exposed to a drug scene. This would help Tom in regaining his senses. Grabbing some bread and biscuits she once again ran out naked in the rain.

Lovingly she fed her man as though he was a child. With one hand she braced his head, then placing the flask on his lips she let the juice trickle down his throat. In between she pushed some mashed pieces of biscuit and bread into his mouth. Then again she poured some more juice down his throat. With a satisfied nod she cleaned up his face, making sure not to leave anything that would arouse suspicion.

She looked back one last time at him.

"I'll get you out baby, even if I have to sell my soul to the devil."

Nikki locked the door and retraced her path. The rain was receding. She rinsed the flask and set it back at its place. Making sure everything was back to normal, she began dressing up, leaving out the semen crusted thong.

Sometime later she heard the engine of the car. As the car came to a halt, she opened the door and stepped out, without even a backward glance at the sleeping giant.

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She hardly slept. She kept her room closed as she wanted to remain alone. Tom was alive and well. That's all that mattered. But now she had to think of a way to get him out. She dare not ring up the cops. In fact they may not even be aware of Tom's abduction. It had not been made public. And then it was quite possible that some of them could be on the payroll of the club. After all such a classy set up could not operate without some kind of protection.

She would have to get back to Cyndi who in turn could inform the FBI on the number they had given her.

But how was the question.

She had washed herself clean and was sitting nude on her bed except for a towel wrapped over her hair.

Could she trust one of the girls? Some of them had the liberty to go out alone. No, that was risky. Supposing they informed Eve? Yes something like that must have happened with Greta.

The doctor? Should she confide in him? After all he had expressed his desire to take her away from here and set her up independently. "In other words, make her his mistress," she thought wryly. No, she couldn't trust him either. Everybody seems to have a stake in the well being of the Greenwood Country Club.

But she couldn't wait for long either. It seemed Hugo was personally guarding Tom. That meant something big was going to happen soon and they didn't want to have anything going wrong. But exactly what was going to happen? Something to do with international business? International business! ... hmm ... a smile began to play on her lips.

She got up and went to her wardrobe and began to carefully select her outfit. Once satisfied, she picked up her pen and began writing down some instructions. Then she took an envelope and put the paper inside it, the envelope again being put in a safe place where prying eyes could not see it.

Nikki was early at the Lounge; in fact she was the first one. She seated herself at a corner table from where she had a clear view of the crowd coming in without being noticed. This also ensured that she was not picked up by somebody other than the person she had in mind.

She sipped her drink, waiting patiently. The girls began to trickle in, some alone, others in group, all dressed to kill. One thing for sure, this bordello hired only the most beautiful. They were soon joined by the customers. Men in suit, men in casuals, old, young, all looking for some fun and frolic before going back to their everyday mundane lives.

She felt nervous. "What if he didn't turn up?" she thought. The place was now fairly crowded and it wouldn't be long before one of the men checked her out. And she couldn't refuse either. Then she saw him. He was sitting at the bar, a drink in his hand watching the people on the dance floor, his head shaking to the music.

"Hi Joey," she cried out as she made her way across the room to him.

He looked around and waved.

She came up to him and kissed him on his mouth, pressing her breasts to his chest.

"Already bored of me?" she queried in a husky sexy voice. Joey was completely taken in by the come on sign.

"I am dying to hear some more of your sexy lyrics, you naughty boy," she continued teasingly, pulling at his cheeks. Her hand glided up his thighs, desperately seeking out his pee wee. Finding it, she began to manipulate with her thumb and forefinger.

"That is if you are not planning on reciting them to some other lucky girl," she finished in a sorrowful tone.

"Let's go to your room," was all that he could say.

She undressed him, then turned her back to him so that he could pull down her zip and strip her naked. She clapped in glee to his warbled lyrics egging him on with faked admiration. He penetrated her with his pee wee and she responded with some well disguised moans.

By now the bottle of whisky specially ordered by her was almost empty. Joey lay on the body with a stupid, happy grin on his face. With his sexual prowess he had made Nikki orgasm more than once, or so he thought.

She snuggled up close to him. "You're a great guy, a real man," she said sweetly.

"I like you too," said Joey.

He turned to her side and began sucking her boob.

"Ooh ...," gasped Nikki.

"Hey Joey, could you do me a small favor?"

"Sure," he mumbled.

"There's this friend of mine, I want to tell her all about you, your lovely poems. Like, I have written a letter for her. But I don't want her to know where I am. You understand don't you?"

"Uummm ..," was the only response she got.

"I was wondering if you could give the letter to her. I will give you her number and you can call her up. She will meet you personally. I want her to meet you," she continued earnestly.

"No problem," he mumbled as he began to straddle her.

Nikki smiled and prepared herself for another faked orgasm.

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The next day passed very slowly. The anxiety was killing her. She hoped her plan would succeed.

"What if he didn't ring up Cindy as planned?" she thought to herself.

She really hadn't thought of any back up plan. "Guess I will just run out of here and call her up myself," she reasoned. They didn't have that much of a time for a backup plan to take shape, the way Hugo had talked it was evident they didn't plan to keep Tom alive for long. They were just waiting for their plan to go thru. Exactly what was planned, she herself was not aware.

Frankly she didn't really care about it, as long as they got back Tome safe.

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Thirty minutes outside the town, up the North Ridge road, Hugo rubbed the stubble on his face. He glanced at the empty beer can and shuffled across the room to get a fresh can from the kitchen.

"They have made me a fucking baby sitter," he grumbled. If he had had his way, he would have done away with the cop fella a long time back. No, they wanted to wait for some more days, till their fuckin' deal went thru.

Well here he was, sitting on his ass, feeding that cop fella to ensure that he remains alive. He began playing his favorite porno CD. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock and began playing with himself.

"And I can't go to the fucking Greenwood Country Club," he muttered, his eyes glued on the TV screen, his hand moving in rhythm to the scene unrolling.

"Guess, I will call over that Nikki bitch over tonight, and fuck her ass ... yeah love the way she screams," he thought with a glint in his eyes.

The knock on the interrupted his thinking.

He scowled. Nobody normally came up here. He zipped up his jeans and made for the door.

His eyes bulged out in amazement, "How did you ..."

That was all he could utter before the man's right fist connected with his jaw. He staggered back into the room, falling on his back in the process. The man strode in and towered above him.

"I should have bumped you off ..." he snarled with rage in his eyes.

Nobody hit Hugo and lived to talk about it. He didn't see the foot slamming into his mid riff, or the next which smashed his nose. He tried to drag himself away. Then he saw the other men silently filling into the room with shotguns and 0.45. Hugo looked back towards the man just as his next kick smashed his jaws. The man stood silently as the men searched the house, listening carefully to the details pouring in. Then he gestured towards the unconscious Hugo lying on the Turkish rug, blood flowing from the battered nose and mouth.

"Throw some water on his face. I wanna talk to him, now."

He then drew up a chair and lit up a cigarette as his men went about trying to bring Hugo back to this world.

In the outhouse Joey stood trembling in a corner. He wanted to pee. But he was shit scared to ask the man standing next to him as his fellow team members silently searched every nook and corner. What they were searching for he didn't know, but he knew that he was in deep trouble, no deep, deep, trouble. He had just kept his word ... rung up the number given by Nikki. When his doorbell rang he expected to see Cyndi. But there were these big, silent guys who just picked him up without a word and brought him here while some others began ransacking his place.

And they had guns.

"Oh shit, I should have stayed clear of that woman," he thought to himself with a groan.

Just then another of them beckoned to him, "The chief wants to see you."

He almost collapsed.

Hugo cried in pain as the man broke his right arm without much ado, as though it was his daily fucking routine ... breaking arms and legs. For the first time in his life Hugo felt fear, raw, undiluted fear. He lay on the Turkish rug propped up on his left arm, the rug soaked with his blood and sweat.

"You're no cop," he mumbled, spitting out pieces of broken tooth, blood dribbling down his chin.

"You're right, I am no cop," the man replied, patiently waiting for Hugo to lift up his head after the last hit.

"I have license to kill," he continued softly, his cold, emotionless stare making contact with Hugo's bloodied eyes.

"We have him here Chief, he's the guy who rung up."

The man turned to face Joey.

Joey went wide eyed ... the future looked bleak and scary.

To Be Continued ...

Alex

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The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 07



(A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read) 

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It was early in the evening and the clients were beginning to roll in. Nikki was worried. She had written to Cyndi to instruct Joey to say to her that "all's well", which would mean that Tom had been rescued. But there was no sign of him.

"Maybe Joey will drop by later in the night," she thought, trying to console herself.

Nikki had begun preparing for the evening well in advance. She intended to catch Joey the moment he entered the Lounge and drag him to her boudoir. The appointed hour came, and Nikki had made her way to the Lounge, hope and trepidation written large on her face. She was dressed in a smart, low cut black dress, a gold pendant hanging between her braless boobs. The Lounge was filling up but there was still no sign of Joey. She began to grow worried. Had something gone wrong?

Suddenly a tall Texan, old enough to be her father, loomed up in front of her.

"Hi, I'm Frank," he said in a self introduction tone, his eyes locked on her ample bosom. Nikki seized up the drunk man struggling to stay erect on his feet in front of her. She was in no mood to leave the Lounge, and if she didn't get to meet Joey tonight then she had half made up her mind to just walk out of this shit hole before the sun came up tomorrow. As far as the Greenwood Country Club and its activities were concerned, her legs were gonna stay closed from this evening onwards. Eva could go to hell.

"Ooh Frank darling I would love to share a drink with you, but there's a fella waiting for me ... uh," she lied in a hurt tone, as though the hungry animal had been the last of the male species on planet earth and she had just turned him out of her life.

She walked past him without waiting for his reply.

"Nikki, there you are darling," she heard Eva cry out over the music.

"I have somebody special to meet you. He comes highly recommended."

Nikki turned and looked across.

"Nikki meet Tom. He is from Washington, Tom this is Nikki," said Eva, completing the introductions.

Her heartbeat skipped a beat.

Her Tom!

There he was standing very politely behind Eva, dressed in a two piece suit, very businesslike. He was looking very handsome. She wanted to rush into his arms, to embrace him, to bury his face in her bosom as though protecting him from the world.

Nikki stepped forward, smiling radiantly, her eyes moistening.

Then she stopped involuntarily, the smile slowly fading from her face, her cheeks turning pale. She was in a whorehouse, she had been fucked by God knows how many men. Before she could say anything, Tom stepped up quickly and planted a kiss on her cheeks, at the same time giving her a quick wink.

"Mademoiselle, I am charmed. Your beauty far surpasses the praises I have heard about you," he said, taking both her hands in his.

Then he turned to Eva, I must thank you for introducing me to the most beautiful and wonderful woman in this world."

Eva beamed happily, "Okay I will leave the two of you now," she said and moved on.

Tom quickly guided his wife out of the Lounge and the two moved towards her boudoir. Nikki clung tightly to her husband's arm as though she would lose him the moment she released him. Tom let his wife enter her boudoir first, then followed her inside and locked the door. They stood looking at each other silently. Tears streaked down Nikki's cheeks.

"They couldn't find you," she sobbed, breathing hard.

"They ... they said you were onto something and that I should get in touch with them if you called ... or anyone else for that matter," she continued haltingly, wringing her hands.

Tom kept silent, watching her intently.

"I didn't know what was happening ... the police officer at the local police station, he and Cyndi are seeing each other, he heard me out politely and informed me that they had orders from higher authorities to not to write down any missing complaint about you ... in fact any sort of complaint about you. Of course I was not to tell anybody about this."

"Then I remembered the call you had received from Greta and you telling me that she was working undercover at one of the classier bordellos. Cyndi and I asked our press contacts for information and we finally zeroed on to the Greenwood Country Club. As the police had been instructed to avoid making your name public in any official records, I knew it would be fruitless to share the information about Greta and the Club with them."

"But I couldn't just sit by, hands on my lap, hoping that one fine day you will walk in the door as though you had been just out on a tour. I knew something serious had happened to you," she continued her bosom heaving, nerves taut with anxiety.

For a moment she remained silent, then mustering all her strength she continued, "It ... it was then that I decided to go in."

Her chin was held up high, in defiance to any criticism she expected to come her way, But shame and fear of rejection was writ all over her posture. She was trembling, nervously clasping unclasping her hands while she looked straight and honestly into her husband's eyes.

Finally she stood silent. She had nothing more to add. They stood watching each other for some moments before Tom spoke in his low, baritone voice.

"Last night I had a dream of the most beautiful vision appearing before me in all her beauty. The vision spoke to me, consoled me, and told me everything would be fine now that she was there with me, that she would not let anything in the world harm me. The vision then fed me, gave me strength, and ... and just when I was going to speak to her, to ask her to stay with me, the vision faded way with a promise to come back again," his voice choked as he said those last words, eyes moistening.

Nikki smiled.

"That vision also had a tough time feeding the naughty brat who had vanished into the thin air. She had to cajole the naughty boy into taking his broth to once again become the superman he really was. The vision also gave you some special stuff to bring you out of your drugged stupor," she finished with tears. The two embraced each other; he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.

Time stood still.

Tom then scooped up his wife and placed her gently on the bed. He made their drinks and sat beside her.

He raised his glass and said, "To the lovely vision."

To which Nikki raised her glass and said, "To my superman brat."

Just like in their courtship days, they crossed their hands holding the drinks and drank from each other's glass. Tom ran his fingers over her cheeks, pulling back the strands of hair falling across her face.

"Well, how do you like my boudoir?"

"Let me show you just how much," replied her husband. He took their empty glasses and placed them on the bedside table.

She watched him unbutton his shirt and toss it on the floor, exposing his well maintained, muscular body. He was a fitness freak since his army days. Her eyes travelled from his hairy chest to his abs and then down to his narrow chest. She sighed, enjoying the buildup of the warm sensation in her erogenous zones. Tom unbuckled his trouser.

Nikki licked her lips as her gaze went down to the bulge in his jockeys. She reached forward and pulled down his jockey. Her husband's manhood sprung out free, thick and hard. She continued gazing lovingly.

"My man," she said softly. Nikki let her right hands palm slide below his shaft, as though it were resting on it. Then she placed her other palm on the top, as though hugging his cock with both her hands.

"Where were you my darling," she softly addressed his cock, rather than her hubby. Nikki squeezed his cock, letting her hand slide up and down his shaft, kissing his knob, giving gentle flicks of her tongue to the sensitive underside. With her other hand she grasped his sac, weighing it in her hands, thinking of his seeds inside the sac impatiently waiting to enter her womb, their womb. She began trembling, her body afire with passion, with lust, wanting to mate with her man. This was no fuck, no sex ... just two souls yearning to be one. Nikki lay back on the bed, her eyes sending an unsaid message to her mate.

She watched him take her feet in his strong hands. He bent forward, his lips beginning to caress her. She gasped as his tongue made contact with her skin. He moved up, his hands stroking her calf muscles. He pressed them, gently but yet firmly. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. His tongue was now licking her shapely legs leaving a trail of wet saliva. Tom pushed up his wife's dress to reveal her creamy thighs. He burrowed his head between them, rubbing his cheeks on her soft thighs.

Nikki closed her eyes, allowing her body to float free in the sea of emotions enveloping her. Her husband had spread her legs wide and was kissing her inner thighs. His strong hands pulled down her wet thong. He pushed forward and inhaled her scent. He did not touch her treasure; instead his tongue began to explore her inner thighs.

Nikki whimpered, spreading her legs wider to give more access to her mate. This was his body to explore and enjoy and she wanted to give, to give everything to him. She felt him stop. Nikki looked down.

His hands were moving over the bite marks her many customers had left behind as a reminder of their tryst with her. Nikki turned crimson. She turned her head away, unable to meet her husband's gaze. He didn't speak, he did not ask for any explanation. Instead he ran his tongue over them, kissing the marks his wife bore in her fight to free her mate.

Tears flowed down her cheek as Tom explored her body, searching out the grim reminders of the humiliation and trauma his wife had been thru. He didn't ask for any explanation. In fact no explanations were asked for. He wanted to comfort her, let her know it was now okay, her pain and sufferings had come to an end. He sucked on the marks, as though he were pulling out the anguish and trauma from inside his wife's body and soul and taking it all inside him, healing her body and mind.

Nikki pulled her husband down on his back and rolled on top of him. She cupped his head in her hands and stared into his eyes. She kissed his eyes, then his cheeks, teasingly slipping her tongue into his mouth. Her hands moved across his muscular chest, feeling him, pressing her bosom to his, feeling his heartbeat. Nikki rested her head on his chest. 

Tom wrapped his arms around her and the two remained motionless. His hand sought out her pussy. Letting his fingers glide along her narrow "landing strip" above her slit, he let his middle finger slide into the very top of her pussy. Pressing deeper, he found his wife was already soaked. Her vagina was already blossoming open; her pussy juices were flowing. He pressed the base of his fingers and palm against her clit while two fingertips probed for that small, raised area on the front wall of her vagina that was her G-spot. When he touched it, Nikki sucked in a deep breath. She hunched her pussy into his hand, joyful at his knowledge of how and where to touch her for her maximizing pleasure.

After a few minutes of intense stimulation, Nikki tugged his hand away. She smiled down at him, holding his eyes with hers. An unwritten wish passed between the husband and wife.

Tom rolled his wife on her back. Nikki smiled and invitingly spread her legs. She had been waiting for this union for so long. Nikki shivered as he placed his tip on her lips. He didn't want to hurt her; gently he guided his shaft inside. Nikki sobbed in happiness as she felt her husband's manhood inside her, her sweet nectar lubricating him, encouraging him in his powerful thrusts. She began rotating her hips in rhythm to his demands.

She felt as though she was floating, not a care in the world. "Yes ... oohhh ... never gonna let you outta my sight ... aahhh," screamed Nikki as her orgasm engulfed her body. Finally, exhausted, Nikki laid her head on Tom's muscular arm, her hand across his chest, playing with his hair.

She began telling him about all that happened at the Greenwood County Club. She didn't withhold anything from him. He listened to her uninterruptedly. John, Joey, Ambrose, Octopussy, Hugo, the special escort services ... everything.

Her body became tense when she spoke about Hugo; the onslaught she had born was still vivid in her mind.

"I guess he is at this very moment in one of the rooms, I feel sorry for the girl, whoever she is," she said.

"I really don't think so," replied her husband.

"Why so?" asked Nikki quizzically.

"Um ... let me see now," said her husband, "two broken arms, one broken leg, two black eyes, a couple of broken teeth, smashed groin and a swollen head ... no, I don't think he will be really up to it for a long, long time to come," he completed as he finished counting the number of bodily damages on his fingers.

Nikki sat up on her elbow and stared at her husband with big round eyes.

"Tom, what do you mean ... how do you know?"

Then realisation hit her. "Tom, you didn't?" she asked her hand going to her mouth. Then she giggled.

Tom didn't reply. Instead he poured a drink for the two of them.

"Nikki," he said, looking at her intently, "I work for the government."

"Like taking up some work for some department," she queried, trying to decipher what her husband was telling her.

"Nikki, you know I served in the army. Well, it was in the intelligence unit to be precise. It was my job to develop contacts, follow up leads, to come up with reliable information about the enemies' strength, their position so that our boys could go in for the kill without taking too many casualties."

Nikki nodded, listening in rapt attention, eyes wide open.

"For security purpose I could not tell anyone in which unit I had served. Sometimes you had asked me, but I always side stepped from giving you an honest answer. Sorry about that."

In response Nikki kissed him on his lip.

Tom continued with a thank you look on his face. "Some time after I had started my security agency, I got a visit from these guys, Nikki, here again, please don't ask me their department," he said with a pleading look. "It seems that due to the right to privacy laws and all that, they were at times unable to follow up on their leads as the law forbade them."

"Infringement of privacy," said Nikki sympathetically, being in the press, she was aware of such sensitive issues.

"Yes, but a private agency could go in where they couldn't, as long as they were smart enough to cover their ass."

"Well, they checked out my army record and asked me if I would accept their offer on matters concerning national security."

"Wow," said Nikki, her eyes going round in amazement.

"How do Greta and the Greenwood Country Club fit into this?"

Tom nodded and continued, "Intelligence units were getting information from reliable sources that terror groups were planning something big, along 9/11. But what was it going to be, nobody knew for sure. An attack on the metro or poisoning the water supplies of some major city, nobody was certain."

Nikki sat cross legged, listening to her husband intently with an occasional sip of her drink.

"A body of a woman was found buried in the sand in one of them mid east countries. Investigation linked her to the Greenwood Country Club. Apparently she had been working at the Club before being offered a stint at one of the harems of an influential and rich person. The money offered was good."

"Then,"

"We checked at the Club. Nobody had heard of her after she left. Everyone assumed that she had made a pile of money and then retired."

Nikki nodded her head.

"I had a hunch and did some digging on other missing girls and guess what? There were two more such cases in the last year or so. In all the cases the girls had been last known to working in the Greenwood Country Club before moving over to the Middle East."

"And never heard of again with everyone assuming they had retired," summed up Nikki in a serious tone.

"That's right."

"What was the last one's name?"

"Julie," replied Tom.

Nikki went cold. She had heard the girls talking about her.

"She had a kid in a boarding, wanted to come out of this business and have him with her," she whispered.

"It seems logical that they were offered the stint in the Middle East thru somebody at the Club. Perhaps one of the clients."

"But what does this have to do with national security?"

"I was coming to that. We ran a check on the companies doing business with the Middle East, while most of them had a good, sound background, there was this company which seems to have done exceedingly well in the past few years."

"Which company?"

"Mid West Corp."

Nikki looked on in disbelief.

"Until a few years back, it was a normal local business house with a respectable turnover. Then the company changed hands. And then it really started to go places. Now its export business accounted for almost its entire turnover. All of it is to the Middle East. That made me suspicious. We then investigated into the background of its new owners."

"Oliver & Amy Meyer," she said softly.

Tom looked at her. "How do you know?"

Nikki flushed. She stared at her drink.

Tom nodded.

"The two had a shady background. Had trouble with the customs authorities in the past. But now everything seems to be above board, that rose my heckles."

"That's when we decided to send in Greta, one of our best operatives."

As per her reports she had been to Oliver's palatial bungalow, for er ... meetings," he said giving a quick glance at her, not wishing to hurt her.

Nikki turned crimson.

"As per her reports, the place seemed to be heavily guarded. Some of the rooms had a lot of sophisticated electronic items. Not your usual set up for a millionaire's house."

"Before she could send in something concrete, I got that call from her. After that she just seems to have vanished," he ended in a somber mood.

"The Octopussy Necklace," whispered Nikki, "those were her last words."

Tom nodded. "Other departments have been notified of our suspicions and they are keeping a close tap of the electronic merchandise being exported by Mid West Corp. Till now we have not got hold of any unusual consignment."

Just then Nikki remembered about the piece of paper she had taken from Greta's boudoir. She went to the closet and took it out from where she had carefully hidden it.

"I wonder if this is of any use to you. It was in the room occupied by Greta."

Tom's eye lit up. "It's in her shorthand code." He let out a low whistle s he carefully went thru the details.

"This is big man, real big."

"What did she find out?"

"She writes that she had got him real drunk during one of their meetings. It seems that the earnings he was raking in thru exports was basically a sort of a kick back he was receiving for sending across some precious stones to some of the Middle East companies."

"Why don't these companies purchase them over here? After all they have the money to do so. Or perhaps they are pieces of jewellery which have been stolen and now are being illegally shipped abroad."

"That explains the dead girls who had travelled across with some real heavy stuff on them," replied Tom.

"But where's the security angle?"

"Only those stones can tell us," he replied.

"Greta goes on to say that the people from those foreign companies come to town on an inspection visit. They inspect the products at Mid West Corp before placing their orders. Octopussy then throws a party for them at the Greenwood County Club. It's a big event for the girls as some of them get selected for a trip overseas. This means big bucks for the girls. Some of them even think in terms of retiring from the business."

"But they eventually land up dead and buried under the hot desert sands," summed up Nikki.




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"Nikki," his voice was excited, "Octopussy told Greta that the overseas guys were expected in town in a couple of weeks and that if Greta wished he could arrange for her to join their harem!"

"Next couple of weeks! ... Tom, assuming she wrote this letter around the time she went missing, this means that the party at the Club is due any day!" exclaimed Nikki.

Tom nodded grimly, "It's gonna be their last hurrah for a long time to come. I am going to place this place under twenty four hours surveillance."

"But those stones, she doesn't say to whom Octopussy has handed them over to in the Club."

"Perhaps he has yet to pick a girl. He had selected Greta remember," replied Tom.

She grinned back at him.

"So my husband is one of those Men in Black kinda guys?" she asked, looking worshippingly at him.

"Sort of," he replied.

"Anyway you have to get out this bordello fast. It's gonna be dangerous around here. I will book you for one of these escort services in my name. I will send a car for you and you can head for home pronto."

Nikki looked steadily at her husband and said, "No, Tom."

"What!"

"Nikki these guys are dangerous, you have no business to hang around here any longer."

"Those stones," she said softly, "Everything hinges around them but you have no idea of their whereabouts. Octopussy had asked Greta if she would be interested to join a harem for some time, which means she was the chosen carrier."

"So?"

She hesitated briefly then continued, "Eva had informed me that, well ... um ... that Octopussy looked forward to meeting me, er ... again."

Nikki kept her eyes on her husband's face as she continued, "Tom, I stand a good chance being selected. This means I will be given the jewellery. Then all you have to do is to bust this place and get me out."

"You really don't have to do this."

"It's my country too honey," she replied, her jaw sticking out, eyes level. Tom stared at the determined look on his wife's face.

"I still don't want you around when we bust this place ... I don't want anything happening to you." Nikki shook her head, her eyes holding on to her husband's.

His face turned soft as he continued, "Nikki what you have told me fits with the information gathered by us. Now we can zero down our investigation to a certain group of people whom you have already met. You getting my point love."

"So far I'm with you," she replied affirmatively.

Tom looked steadily into her eyes before continuing, "This means that in a way you have already accomplished a lot for us by being at the Club, and ... and I don't want you to, umm ... fraternize with the crowd there anymore than is necessary."

Nikki looked fondly at her husband, "but isn't that a difficult proposition? I mean I cannot be selective in my customers. I have to, uhh ... go along ...you know," she replied back in a low tone, her face and neck turning a crimson red. She looked down at her hands on her lap. She couldn't bear to look into her husband's face.

Tom smoked in silence for a few moments, and then he said, "Now listen carefully to me."

"Yes Chief," said Nikki as she snuggled close to her husband and began listening carefully to what he had to say.

The next morning Tom spoke to Eva and booked Nikki exclusively for the next couple of days for, as what he said, was entertainment of some government guests from Washington.

Eva swallowed the story hook, line and sinker. She was on cloud nine. Her Club was going places. Her carefully selected and well groomed girls were in demand with the big wigs that ran the country. Perhaps, perhaps if all went well, she would be able to open up a branch at the capital too. That girl Nikki was turning out to be a lucky charm for her. She would take extra care of her, perhaps make her a partner too, a working partner so to say, thought Eva with a happy, wicked smile.

A car would arrive promptly at noon at the Greenwood Country Club to pick up Nikki and take her to an "undisclosed location for entertaining government people" only to return in the early morning hours of the next day. Eva never bothered to ask just where she was being taken. As far as she was concerned, the money was good and the connections being forged would come in handy in the future.

In reality it was a house in one of the quieter localities of the town. Tom had converted it into his control room from where he was monitoring all the surveillance activities. Nikki was in for a surprise. One of the rooms was exclusively reserved for her. Tom even brought over some of the clothes she normally wore at home.

"Honey, strip off those sexy, duty dresses and put on the something I have brought along from our home," was what he told her on the first day.

She opened the closet and checked out the stuff he was talking about. Her eyes filled with tears. They were her ordinary clothing's, faded jeans, and loose, comfortable tops, just what a girl would prefer to lounge about in on a day off at home.

Tom did not meet her throughout the day as he was busy with the assignment on hand. He refused to divulge any information. He just told her that he would let her know when the time was right. That was okay with her, she was not the prying type.

At the same time he instructed her to keep her door locked. He had a key to the room so there was no problem. The room had a secure internet connection and she could open her office mails and in general catch up with her real world.

Deep down she knew her husband was doing all he could to heal the wounds, to help her overcome the shock of her body being abused. Most of the items in the room were from their house. There was her iPod; latest issues of some of the magazines she liked to read, a book on Yoga exercises for the mind and even her baby doll on the pillow. Her parents had gifted the doll when she was ten years old. Since then she had never gone to sleep without it. Even after marriage, her doll was always there on the bedside table. In a way he had created a home away from home in this room for her to recuperate.

Nikki smiled as she clicked open her office mail. She was one damn lucky girl. She soon adjusted into the new routine. She would catch up with her office work, then take a break or work out on the cycling machine her husband had specially installed for her. She would then take a nap or watch the cable.

Tom would return by eight or nine in the evening and the two would then watch some of their favorite serials together. After a long time she was beginning to feel herself again. The two of them would make tender love, expressing their feelings for each other as only a man and a woman can. She would welcome him inside her, her body responding to his needs, his demands, until finally he was satisfied, his seeds ensconced deep inside the womb of his chosen woman, just as Mother Nature desired.

He would wake her up before dawn, bath her and then dress her back in clothes she now had to wear. She would be back in her boudoir before sunrise, only to be ready to return by noon.

Eva watched the going on with utmost satisfaction. It seemed that her dream of making it big in the oldest trade in the history of mankind was going to turn into reality much sooner than she thought. She decided that she would soon speak to that tall, handsome looking gentleman who had been the first to taste Nikki. He seemed to be a man of power, no doubt he knew the right persons in the right place in the complex maze of power that was Washington. After all it was he who had spread the word around about Nikki. Maybe she would give him a commission with an additional bonus of free visiting rights to her bordello in the capital. And yes, Nikki would be the girl in charge there, no doubt about that as she seemed to have that correct mix of beauty and intellect to entertain the big and powerful, not an easy task for sure. She looked on condescendingly through her office window as Nikki sped off in her car to meet her "government customers" for the umpteenth time.

Nikki walked in to find her husband in a thoughtful mood.

"Hi honey, what's up?" she asked, planting a wet kiss on his mouth.

"Nikki baby, the crowds coming in," he replied.

"Meaning?"

"Well, we have been monitoring the movements of some of the people we suspect to be involved. Now as per the information coming from our embassy, four of the suspects had applied for a visa to come to this country on business trip."

"And guess the name of one the companies they will be visiting!"

"Let me take a shot," shot back Nikki, "Mid West Corp Inc?"

"Right on baby."

"In fact they are scheduled to touch the country in a couple of days. So any day we can expect them to show up in this town."

Tom moved closer and put his arms across his wife. "And that means that ... that you will have to ... uh ... you know rejoin the Club ..."

Nikki looked up into his eyes and nodded understandingly and slowly walked over to her room. Tom switched off his mobile. He did not have any further work planned for the day. If anything did come up, it would bloody well have to wait. He opened the door to his wife's room and then locked it behind him.

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The car rolled up at sharp five in the morning. They watched in silence through the window as the driver shut off the headlights. It was still dark outside. As per ritual he had bathed his lovely woman and then helped her dress up in her chosen dress.

She turned to look at him one last time. The two embraced each other tightly.

Nikki then stepped back and opened the door and walked out towards the car.

To Be Continued ...

Alex

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The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 08



 (A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read) 

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It took her some time to adjust back to the daily routine of the Club. The girls were all around her, wanting to know all about her customers. The word had got round that she was entertaining the powers that be. No one had been allowed near her during her days of appointment. Now they wanted to know all.

"Which ones are the better Nikki baby ... the democrats or the republicans?" teased Rita as the other girls broke into a chorus of giggles and laughter.

"Aww c'mon, give her a break, the men are democrats or republicans only up there between their ears ... but down there they are all the same, and I bet Nikki dear here gave their down there her very best services," came a voice from behind. The girls broke into fits of laughter.

Nikki kept a straight face although she was smiling inwards. Little did these girls know that she had been with her husband all these days. Well, what they didn't know would certainly not harm them. Ignorance is bliss they say.

Life soon went back to normal and Nikki found herself once again at the Lounge. But not for long. She was soon back in her boudoir with an accountant who lost no time in undressing her and then taking her on all fours on the bed. In the days to come the accountant was followed by a lawyer, then a shop keeper, some single while some married with family waiting back home. The days passed away one by one but there seemed no sign of anything unusual taking place.

Nikki opened her legs a bit wider and began applying the cream she had borrowed from Gloria. Her last customer had turned out to be a veggie lover. She had to spread her legs wide and then take in a cucumber then a long slender brinjal and other assorted vegetables inside her pussy while the guy sat on a chair placed directly in front of her, letting him have a full view of the proceedings. This had left her feeling a little uncomfortable. The word got around in the morning and Gloria had come by with the tube.

Eva opened the door and stuck her head in. Nikki shut her thighs immediately and pushed the tube under the bed. If Eva saw her applying the cream, she would immediately call for Dr Ambrose, and she was in no mood to entertain Dr Cadaver.

"Nikki, Ollie rang up just now. He wants you to meet his wife Amy tonight," she announced with a wink, and then shut the door. Nikki took a deep breath. Things were moving at last.

She looked at her watch. She had time on her hand, and she was going to use it to her fullest advantage. Nikki stepped out of her boudoir right on time looking like a model from a fashion magazine. She wore a sexy black evening dress with a deep plunging neck line. It fell from her shoulders, barely covering her boobs, and crossed behind her back. A diamond studded golden open heart necklace hung from her neck.

She had expected to meet Ollie in the limo but was surprised to note that she was going to be the only occupant, other than the chauffeur. Nikki shrugged her shoulders nonchantly and made herself comfortable as the limo picked up speed. She lit a cigarette and stared thoughtfully out of the window. Eva had said that she was going to meet Amy, Octopussy's wife and business partner. By all accounts it seemed she was something special ... and yes she was bi. This was going to be her first lesbian experience and she was a bit apprehensive. Ollie would also be there, so by the time the night was over she would have fucked both the husband and wife. She flushed as she realised her panty had become moist, perhaps an indication that her body was looking forward to this first experience. Yes, another experience ... another romp in the bed ... one more satisfied customer and then it would be back to the Club.

She really didn't care though. This really surprised her when she looked back to her initial days in the Club. She had rushed headlong into this, her love and concern for the safety of her husband had blinded her to all other outcomes. The stream of men taking her body ... no her Tom's body every night had shocked her. She had become depressed as the reality of her decision took its toll on her body and mind.

Perhaps seeing her husband back safe changed all that, and the fact that although he did not approve of her decision to join the bordello in search for him, nevertheless his love for her had not diminished even after becoming fully aware of all the facts about her life in Greenwood Country Club. He knew she could be stubborn at times and as facts stood before him, her contribution in his rescue by far outweighed that of all the department guys with their loads of paraphernalia. It was she who had found him out and then sent across the message. She had done everything she could to get her husband back; this had made him love and respect her even more ... and he was going to get even with the people who had caused so much distress to his love, to have forced her to surrender her body for satisfying the hunger of the savage animals that visited the bordellos.

Her mind came back to the present. The limo turned into a driveway and in the distance she could see the palatial residence of Ollie and Amy Meyer.

Amy was waiting for her at the steps. Nikki looked carefully at the woman as she stepped out of the car. Amy was tall, taller than Ollie by a couple of inches, with a well maintained body. Her brown hair was professionally cut about her shoulders giving her the look of a successful businesswoman. As Nikki stepped forward, Amy's richly painted lips broke into a welcoming smile, the satisfied look in her blue eyes indicating her approval of Nikki. The dress she wore was a striking arrangement of blends of blue silk which highlighted her eyes. Amy was bare to the slope of her breasts; you almost expected to see the edge of her areolas. Her broad shoulders, breasts and narrow hips accentuated her beautiful figure and when she turned, the slit of her dress showed her slim, toned legs.

"Hi Nikki dear, I'm Amy," she said in a controlled, confident but at the same time welcoming tone. Amy hugged her tightly. Nikki could smell her fragrance. Her warmth quelled her fears. Nikki hugged her in return.

"Ollie has spoken a lot about you," she continued as she led Nikki into the living room, hand in hand. As though on cue, Ollie entered with drinks for both the ladies. He gave her a perfunctory kiss and then settled on the other side of Nikki.

"So you wanted to become an actress?" asked Amy with a smile.

Nikki realised that Ollie must have repeated her story to Amy. She nodded her head and once again reeled off her carefully rehearsed story of her life. Amy listened to her attentively, putting in a question or two every now and then. Nikki thanked her stars that she and her friends in her office had prepared a proper storyline, something that was plausible but at the same time difficult to verify, after all there was no dearth of fresh, innocent faces in tinsel town. She now realised that it was high time she did a bit of questioning also.

"I understand you have played a major role in turning around Mid West Corp," asked Nikki as she sipped her drink. It was her second glass. Ollie had dimmed the lights in the living room and there was a CD playing some soft music in the background, making the setting very relaxing and peaceful.

Amy looked over to Ollie with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, my Ollie has been speaking about me has he," she commented in a neutral tone.

Nikki tensed, not sure whether she had done the right thing by bringing up what had transpired between her and Ollie during their fuck session in the limo.

"An absolutely glowing report," replied Nikki with a smile on her lips. Ollie gave her a smile. He had his hand on her bare shoulders and was gently rubbing his sweaty palms over her bare skin, his beady eyes staring at her bosom.

Amy chuckled. "Well I had my very own little business back in Santa Monica while Ollie was running his engineering unit. When he decided to take over Mid West Corp, he wanted to retain a majority holding in the Board. So he asked me if I would take up a certain percentage of shares in Mid West Corp ... and the rest as they say is history. We are now one of the leading exporters in the State."

They continued talking about business and other matters. Her job in the local press had given Nikki a lot of exposure in different fields and she used this knowledge to her full advantage. She could clearly see that Amy was impressed with her opinion on many matters.

By now the drinks were beginning to have their effect. Amy gently held her head in her hands, tilted it to the side and softly placed her luscious lips to hers in a spine tingling kiss. The feel of another woman's soft lips on hers excited the intoxicated Nikki. Amy drew her closer and pressed her face into her bosom. Nikki melted to her touch. The two women opened their mouths, locked in passion, swallowing a massive volume of saliva as their tongues probed, swirled and jabbed.

They ran their hands over each other's back. Nikki found herself holding Amy's perfect ass with both hands. They continued their petting and fondling for some more time before Amy began undressing her. The evening dress was soon rid off, her perfect 36D breasts swung in full view of the husband and wife, the nipples erect with anticipation and arousal. Amy took her boobs in both her hands and gave them an appreciative squeeze before moving down to her satin panty. Nikki flushed as Amy leaned closed and inhaled her scent. She looked up at her face and smiled, "I think the attraction is mutual."

Nikki turned a deep shade of crimson.

Her panty soon joined her evening dress on the floor. Nikki watched as Amy ran her hands over her creamy thighs, her eyes examining every minute details of her body. Amy had pressed her back on the couch and placed herself between her parted legs. Nikki gave an involuntary gasp as Amy's delicate fingers flitted close to her womanly treasure. As though in response Octopussy pushed forward and placed his hungry mouth on hers, his hand kneading her breasts. Then Amy stood up and pulled her up close to herself.

"Undress me."

Nikki's trembling fingers slowly unzipped Amy's dress to reveal a well toned body. Amy's breasts were almost of the same size as hers, although they had a slight slope to them. Her nipples stood out like a child's little finger. Nikki took the right one in her mouth and gave it a gentle squeeze with her lips and then followed up on the other one.

"Oohh ..." murmured Amy softly, her hands playing with Nikki's hair, pulling her face into her breasts.

Then Amy spoke in a husky, aroused tone, "Come, let me show you my bedroom."

Amy slid her arm across Nikki's waist and the two walked over to the bedroom. They fell on to Amy's waterbed covered with red silk linens. Nikki had never lain in such comfort. Amy lay besides her. They hugged, kissed, and rolled from one side of her bed to the other, the sheets trapping their sweat-covered bodies in a silk cocoon. Their boobs smashed each other, their pussies dripping their womanly juices. Nikki returned on to her back with Amy on her side next to her. She leaned into Amy pressing her right breast into her left and tenderly kissed her. Her lips were full and succulent, her kissing tender and unforced. Amy urgently returned her kiss softly pecking at her lips.

Nikki knelt over Amy's body and caressed her ripe, succulent breasts. "I love your boobs," she moaned, "so full, so soft. God you are so hot, my love."

Nikki began sucking and tweaking Amy's nipples as she moved her head side to side. Nikki's tit play continued until Amy could take no more. She then lifted her head and began kissing Amy all over her face and ears. She licked her neck and shoulders, and gently grasped her luscious boobs, licking down the valley to her navel, an extremely sensitive part of her body. Amy tucked in her tummy hard as Nikki's probing tongue sent pleasurable spasms throughout her groin. The spasms grew to lengthy tremors and Amy swooned in ecstasy.

Nikki gave Amy's areolas a final lick and a kiss and then moved between her spread legs. She gazed at her shaved pussy with just a landing strip concealing her womanliness from prying, hungry eyes. By now juices slowly and steadily flowed from Amy's cunt. Nikki lapped up and drank a mouthful. She smiled and licked her lips, enjoying the taste. Nikki moved closer and licked Amy's slit softly from her asshole to clitoral sheath repeatedly, rubbing it from side to side, exploring every little nook and cranny of Amy's pussy, finding sensitive spots aplenty, judging by her shaky breathing and little gasps of pleasure. Nikki's heavenly touch fuelled her lust.

Amy's heart pounded as Nikki inserted two fingers into her vaginal opening. She screeched as her first orgasm of the night tore thru her body. Hot frothy pussy juice covered Nikki's sweet face. Time seemed to stand still. Amy returned to reality and found Nikki again at her pussy. Her nerves were still on edge as Nikki's fingers returned to her vagina. She expertly located her G-spot. Amy forced herself to relax as Para- urethral liquid filled her special ejaculate gland.

Nikki gently rubbed Amy's G-spot and flicked at her clit. Amy lost control of her urethra as a tremendous orgasm launched long clear streams of clear ejaculate fluids soaking Nikki and her beautiful silk sheets. Liquid turned Nikki's hair into a tangled mess dripping off her chin and tits. Amy lay on the soiled sheet and pulled Nikki on top of her. Their breasts tingled as they fell besides each other. Their pussies fell on their spread thighs. The two meshed perfectly, kissing deeply, flaming their passion to new heights.

"Oh Nikki, you have incredible lips," moaned Amy. "I love kissing you. Your lips are so soft. You are so tender." She planted her lips around Nikki's open mouth and ran her tongue around her lips and teeth. Nikki stayed still never wanting her kiss to end. Nikki lay back as Amy moved besides her and began fondling her perfect breasts. She held her left breast with both hands, squeezing softly, Nikki moaned with pleasure. Amy then began licking her dark brown areola and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Nikki moaned and shrugged her shoulders as an ecstatic spasm jolted her body.

"You are magnificent," praised Amy.

Amy lifted Nikki's globe and lightly licked the underside paying particular attention to the fatty tissue where the breast flesh extends down and out from the chest. A stunned Nikki panted and looked at Amy, who smiled back at her reaction. Amy then knelt between her lover's legs and licked her way to her honey pot driving Nikki crazy with her special belly licking. Nikki twisted and rolled in ecstasy, her pussy releasing a continuous flow of her delicious cream. Amy bathed her face in the flow, drinking and swallowing the unending river of nectar. She then used the juice as lube and thrust a finger in Nikki's freshly cleaned ass. Amy fingered her ass and licked her pussy slit. She then opened playmate's outer lips and gently and began licking the inner pink flesh.

Amy heard Nikki's taking deep breaths. She moaned and groaned music to Amy's ears. Nikki's juices were flow flowing thick and fast. She began humping against Amy's tongue, enjoying the sexual release she was giving her. Her orgasm was building now and she began to scream out, arching her back as she gripped the headboard tightly. She was wet and slippery. Amy moved her fingers in and out with ease while her thumb continued to torment Nikki's clit.

Octopussy furiously played with his elongating cock, watching the two ladies at play thru his beady eyes.

Amy stopped finger fucking Nikki and crawled across to the side of the large bed. She eased herself off and walked across to the bathroom. Octopussy watched longingly at the swing of her ample hips and arse. Nikki lay on the bed stroking her pussy, yearning for her lover to return.

Nikki saw her at the door of the bathroom. She was leaning against the doorframe in a seductive pose, her hips jutting out. And there, strapped around her hips was a large black cock. Nikki bit her lip, as the head of the toy grazed her slit. Amy gently rocked her hips, letting the head rub up and down very lightly.

"It's okay," Amy whispered to her, "you'll love this even more." Amy eased forward, the head parting Nikki's slick lips, pushing down toward her opening. She shivered, finally glancing down - and her eyes went as wide as they could go, her face paling slightly and her body tensing.

"Amy," murmured Nikki uncertainly.

Amy didn't give her the chance to over-think. Her hips eased forward, and the head slid inside her. Nikki gasped loudly, arching up and grabbing Amy's arm with one hand in reflex. Amy resisted the urge to push deep; knowing that she could pleasure her with this the way the real thing could not. Instead, she swirled her hips, letting the soft, ridged toy stretch and rub Nikki's opening, even letting it pop out once or twice and re-penetrating her. Again and again Amy thrust her black fat cock into her as Nikki wantonly spread herself for her, taking the ten inches of thick-veined manhood toy deep within her hot little cunt.

Octopussy watched hypnotized by the sight of Amy's huge cock invading Nikki's pussy. The sight of Amy plunging her thick member deep into Nikki's cunt, stretching her, filling her to capacity , then withdrawing, wet with her juices, only to plunge again, driving deep into her excited pussy was erotic.

Oh he always loved it whenever he brought over a new partner for his bi wife. He knew she would like Nikki. He grunted in satisfaction as Amy slid the toy out of her lover for the night and filled her free hand with one soft, round breast, squeezing just enough to get Nikki to arch higher, her thumb swirling on the nipple, and then slid it back in, letting the head of the toy glide in and out with little pumping motions of her hips.

Nikki whimpered at the touch on her breast, and then cried out softly as Amy entered her.

"Oh, god, Amy...yes, God, please..."

That was all Amy was waiting for. She reached down, gripped her hip, and pushed her way deep inside her, moving slowly and gently, little thrusts matched by longer outward movements. Every ounce of self-control went into not burying it all at once, but even as she nudged her way deeper into Nikki's body, she heard a soft, slick noise as the friction with Nikki's wetness increased.

Nikki cried out, arching up higher than ever, throwing her head back.

"Oh my god," gasped Nikki breathlessly, and then slumped back into the bed, relaxing and reaching back up to grip the headboard, opening her legs wide. The tightness of her pussy eased slightly, and Amy pushed deep into her body, finally melting her hips with hers, shuddering at the stimulation of the nub of the toy teasing her own slit as she savored her long, throaty cry of pleasure.

Nikki cried out helplessly, feeling her orgasm rushing unstoppably toward her. Her hands gripped Amy's back, and her legs tightened around her as her muscles locked, the bed frantically squeaking under them as their bodies bucked together, the wet slick sounds of the toy squirming inside her filling their ears. The two women moaned again and again, as if in harmony, answering each other's ecstasy - until Nikki's body arched up higher still, and her body went rigid as her breathing stopped. As she did, her soft breasts brushed Amy's.

That was enough for Amy. She screamed her name, lunging against her to maximize the contact, and going into spasms that seemed to fire every nerve in her body and ever neuron in her brain, her body jerking and thrashing, skin lit up with the heat of Nikki under her. She could dimly hear Nikki screaming as well, her nails digging painfully into her shoulder blades, their bodies plastered together as her legs, still tightly wrapped around Amy's hips, jerked wildly out of control. Amy could feel her pussy pulsating and quivering right up the length of the toy buried inside her. Amy buried her face in Nikki's neck, sobbing with pleasure. The smell of Nikki's skin, the feel of it against her face, her own sounds in her ear extended her orgasm far beyond the normal limits. After several more hard spasms and short cries from her combined with gasping squeals from Nikki, Amy finally went limp, collapsing on top of Nikki, out of breath. Slowly Amy slid off her. She laid next to Nikki, her black cock hanging in the air.




The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 08



Octopussy moved over to Nikki. He gently fingered her. Nikki's pussy lips were barely closing together. Amy had fucked her hard. He pushed one then two fingers inside the gaping hole. They went in effortlessly. It seemed as though she had been gang banged by a busload of cocks. Octopussy spread her legs and began to push his throbbing erection inside her sloppy cunt. He had been watching the two ladies at play all along and now it was his turn to enjoy her. Nikki head was turning side to side, eyes pressed shut in ecstasy as she moaned in drunken pleasure.

Octopussy leaned forward over her, propping himself up with his arms, driving his thick fat cock deep into her juicy pussy. Her legs were around the outside of his upper arms toward his shoulders, her pussy was wet and wide open, as he fucked her hard and fast with his big, thick tool. He pounded his big cock into Nikki's dripping pussy. His cock was long and hard as he drove his thick member deep into her, thrusting himself into her cunt, burying his cock to the hilt. Her wetness glistened on his thick shaft as he stroked it in and out of her pussy. Nikki enthusiastically received his huge penis into her, taking his cock deep into her cunt, moving with him, returning his thrusts, joyously working her pussy onto his big fat cock. She loved it, her pussy was gushing wetness as that mammoth cock filled her cunt again and again with each thrust, opening her wide and filling her beyond belief, penetrating so very deep.

With a final thrust Octopussy shot his thick load into Nikki's sloppy cunt. Again and again his cock pumped out his semen, filling her up completely. He rolled off her and lay next to her with Amy on the other side. Nikki lay sprawled between them, her legs wide open, semen oozing thru her engorged pussy lips.

The three naked, sweaty bodies lay silently next to each others, their breathing slowly coming to normal. --------------------------------------------

Nikki's eyes snapped open. It was almost four in the morning. She looked around her. Octopussy and Amy were still asleep. She dragged herself out of the bed. She had some unfinished business to attend to.

Nikki tip toed into the living room. She looked around and then removed the necklace from her neck. It had been given to her by Tom with some special instructions. She pressed a button and the heart snapped open along with four of the diamond pieces, not really diamonds but a good imitation. She took the circular ultra sensitive microphones in her hand and began placing them in some strategic locations.

She moved into the room she had seen earlier. There were lots of electronic systems in place, as though it were a recording room of some sorts. Gingerly she repeated the process. Satisfied, she rushed back to the living room and took out a perfume bottle. She screwed it tight and then applied some pressure on the top. There was a soft click. Nikki smiled. The mikes were operational now. The inputs would be received directly in the systems at her husband's command office. With a final look around, Nikki walked back into the room and stepped inside the bathroom.

She stood under the shower for a very long time. This had been her first lesbian experience and she was all shaken up. She had been apprehensive at first but it really had not been a bad session. "In the days to come, hubby darling is going to get some real surprises in bed," mused Nikki with a smile as she lazily shampooed her hair, removing the last traces of her tryst with Amy and Octopussy.

She stepped into her panty before walking back into the bedroom. She knew the limo would be waiting for her to take her back to Club. She was surprised to see that Amy had woken up. She had put on a flimsy nightgown which really did not attempt to hide anything.

"Nikki dear, I had the most pleasurable evening. You are intelligent as well as ravishing ... a quality not to be found easily. I am not going to forget it for a long time to come."

"Thank you Amy," replied Nikki demurely as she slipped into her evening dress. "Amy, umm ... you are a very passionate companion."

Amy smiled at the compliment. "I have something for you for our first night together," she continued. She walked over to the side cabinet and took out a box and handed it over to Nikki.

"For my lover. I hope we will be seeing a lot more of each other in the coming days."

Nikki snapped open the box. Her eyes opened wide in amazement. There lay a most intricately designed necklace with a big ruby stone in the middle. Nikki gingerly held up the necklace in her hands. "It must be expensive," she whispered.

Amy gave a throaty chuckle. "Nothing, but the best for my companion."

"Now why don't you put it on dear," continued Amy softly and sat down on the couch and crossed her knees, gently inhaling from her cigarette.

Nikki walked over to the dressing table and stood in front of the mirror. She placed the necklace on her neck and snapped the clasp in place. The red ruby shone brilliantly, almost as though the necklace had been made with her and just her in mind.

"Wonderful," exclaimed Amy. She got up and walked over to Nikki and hugged her.

"We will be seeing more of each other baby," she said huskily and kissed her softly on her cheek.

"Now go and tell Eva that Amy has said that you are to have the day off for a complete rest. I will have the money sent over to her which she would have otherwise earned if you had been on duty this evening."

She then leaned forward and continued in a wicked tone, "I need my baby to be all fresh and primed up for our next meeting."

Nikki smiled and walked out to the waiting Limo. On reaching the Club, Nikki quickly made her way to her room. She unclasped the ruby necklace and took it in her hands.

"The Octopussy Necklace," she said to herself softly.

She turned the necklace round in her hands. It was an expensive item no doubt but there didn't seem anything extraordinary about it, nothing for which a person could lose one's life for. She once again looked closely at the piece of jewellery in her hand. Nikki shrugged her head; no it was beyond her unless there was something which she was unable to latch onto. She would wait for some more developments before sending the signal to her husband.

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Things began to move fast. The next morning a beaming Eva rushed into her room.

"Girl, I'm so excited. I have been talking to Amy and she is all praises you. In fact she asked me to take you out of regular duty. It seems they are going to have one of those office conferences soon at our place and she wants you to be the Prima Donna. So you just sit back and relax in your room and let Mother Eva take care of you nice and proper."

Nikki faked a proper smile. "And just when are we going to have them over to our Club?"

"Tomorrow and yes do wear that lovely piece of jewellery she gave you. It seems Amy wants to show you off to her esteemed clients."

Nikki waited for some moments after Eva had left, then she quickly crossed over and locked her door. Okay Nikki baby the day has arrived thought Nikki. Those guys are in town and the deal, whatever it may be has been signed, sealed, delivered or will be at the Greenwood County Club. And the necklace had definitely some important role to play, and she, Mrs. Nikki Sinclair was in the thick of it.

She removed her left ear ring and quickly pressed upon the central design which was slightly elevated. It sent a signal that would be picked up by Tom's electronic paraphernalia. The signal simply meant "tomorrow." This would give him ample time to put his men in place. Surprisingly she felt didn't feel any fear. She had been waiting with eager anticipation for this day to arrive.

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To Be Continued ...

Alex

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The Octopussy Necklace Ch. 09



 (A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read)

Nikki lounged about in her room all the day long. She didn't bother to mix with the girls. Her mission stood completed, well almost. Only the grand finale remained. And she would be ready for that. The day passed slowly, the hour hand of the wall clock in her room seemed to be almost stationery. After what seemed an eternity, the chamber maid entered her boudoir with her dress for the evening.

Nikki could hear the music playing in the Conference Room. She walked over to the dividing wall and peeked inside thru the viewer which was specifically installed to keep an eye on the proceedings and also to let the dancing girls know when they were supposed to move in onto the dais.

There were five of them. Seven in all if one took into account Octopussy and Amy. They were all clad in casuals and comfortably seated on different couches spread along the room. Three of the men had a distinct Middle East look about them. One had a long face with a beard and large eyes that had a sorrowful look about them. But the scar on his right cheek gave his face an altogether different profile, a cold, mistrusting profile. The second fella was thin, with a balding forehead, while the third sported a French beard and given his demeanor, he seemed to be the man in charge. He was seated in the centre most couch along with Octopussy which gave him a good view of all that went on from all directions, another pointer to the fact that he was perhaps the Numero Uno. The fourth was distinctly an Orient while the last one was from the Mediterranean coast.

"A fine lot we have here," thought Nikki.

Some of the girls were mingling with the guests, serving drinks, dressed in teeny weenie string bikinis. The bikini top had a bright star shaped design to cover their areolas. The rest of the boobs were proudly on display. The panty had a small triangular patch at the correct position, leaving the buttocks bare and open to appreciating eyes. The men were already enjoying themselves as they chatted with the girls serving drinks and snacks, playing their hands over the bare buttocks, getting a good feel of the womanly flesh available.

As she continued to watch, the Oriental dipped two fingers in his drink and then traced a pattern across the left breast of the girl serving him. He then leaned forward and began licking it off her with his tongue, much to the amusement of the rest of the crowd. In response the girl pressed down his face on to her boob and placed a slow, wet kiss on his forehead.

Her gaze shifted to the Mediterranean who had been playing some of the pictures of Kama sutra on the touch screen besides his couch. As Lisa approached him with the drinks, he pulled her down beside him and began showing some of them. She heard her giggle as the Mediterranean pointed out some explicit pictures which showed men and women engaged in different forms of copulation. Lisa smiled and gently bit the Mediterranean's ear lobe before getting up and moving across the floor to Amy who was showing a keen interest in her. Nikki's mouth opened in amazement as the two Middle East guys unzipped their jeans and took out their cock. They began playing with themselves, their eyes fixed upon the two girls performing on the dais. Long Face had a medium size cock with a thick girth while the other guy seemed to have a smaller one. Long Face took out a wad of hundred dollar bills and beckoned to one of the girls, it was Connie as far as Nikki could recall.

Connie continued moving to the rhythm of the music as she stepped down from the dais and sensually moved towards Long Face. Her brightly painted lips broke into a smile as she came close. She leaned forward so that the man could get a clear view of her boobs and tits, her shoulders continuing to move to the rhythm, making her boobs jiggle. Long Face lifted the hand holding the money above his head and moved it slightly behind him. As Connie moved forward to grab the money, he lifted her top with his other hand, totally exposing her breasts. He lurched forward and grabbed her right nipple in his mouth. A roar went up as Connie squealed in fake modesty and made a quick grab at the wad of bills before returning back to the dais with a look of merriment in her eyes.

Baldy was standing near the stage, his eyes glued on Margo who had just thrown up her left leg high up along the pole, letting everyone get a good glimpse of her freshly shaved, glistening mound. Nikki saw Baldy's one hand dip into his pocket, while his other hand furiously rubbing his erection. She turned away and slid back the shutter. She could very well guess what was going to happen next.

Nikki walked back slowly to the makeup room, a small knot forming in her stomach. She realized that these girls were hard core professionals. They had been in this trade for quite some time, unlike her. The way the girls were frolicking with the guests in the Conference Room clearly showed that they had done it all before and more. They had no qualms in doing whatever the men demanded. Their greedy eyes were fixed on the money being freely offered to them. Looking at them play she felt as though the oldest trade in the history of mankind continued to flourish because the actively participating fairer sex had no intention of giving up its hold on it.

Suddenly she felt she could just not do it. Getting fucked in the privacy of one's boudoir was one thing but there was a full blown orgy starting up in there. For Nikki love and sex was a private thing. But now it seems that that was all going to change. She felt queasy. She removed her clothes and sat on the chair in front of the mirror. The makeup girl opened her tool kit and briskly went to work.

"Why don't I just make a run for it with that piece of jewellery," thought Nikki uneasily as she slipped on the denim shorts over her bright red thong. The shorts, she noted, barely covered her ass. She picked up the men's shirt and buttoned it up then pulled forward the shirt tail and made a knot around her mid riff. Next she put on the ruby necklace as requested for by Amy just as Rita walked up to her. She was in a micro mini skirt with a tight fitting top that stopped well above her mid riff. Like Nikki, she too was braless, and ready for the show. Rita looked into her eyes and whispered, "Relax baby, it will be cool, just follow me and we will make a pile of money by the time the night is over."

"Money," thought Nikki bitterly, "that was all that was going on in the heads of the girls tonight. A more important game of life and death was slowly unfolding, but nobody seemed to notice."

"After all this was a bordello," reasoned Nikki as the two stood by the entrance to the dais, "money, wine and women, this was all that mattered here and nothing else." Suddenly it clicked to her, "and that was why things were taking place here coz, other than the exchange of a woman's body for money, nobody ever thought that a classy set up such as the Greenwood Club could indulge in something else, something more dangerous and deadly, until now. "

The beat of the music changed and the two girls became alert. This was a signal to them to get ready to move on to the stage at the next change of beat. The two began to gently sway to the music, so that the next change would not catch them napping. The beat changed again and the two moved on to the stage one behind the other, gently moving to the rhythm of the music. The beams of the strobe lights bounced off their moving bodies. The two girls moved to the centre stage. Connie was doing a number on the pole. Her top was missing, no doubt in the possession of one of the men.

The two girls faced each other, sensually gyrating their hips to the ever increasing tempo of the music. A murmur went up as Rita reached forward and unbuttoned the top buttons Nikki's shirt, exposing her deep cleavage. The two continued to shake and grind as the dais slowly rotated, letting all the men get a good view of all the girls on stage. Nikki stepped closer to Rita, who on cue slowly raised both her arms up in the air, her head shaking from side to side, eyes closed as though totally mesmerized by the beat of the music. Nikki quickly grabbed her friends top and yanked it off her body and tossed it to the watching crowd. Rita's ample breasts swung into view, her nipples erect. Rita moved to the edge of the dais at one corner and stood facing the crowd. Her hands were now slightly behind her, as she leaned forward and shook her body. Her breast swung freely in the air, the strobe light beam bouncing off them.

Nikki danced her way to the other edge of the dais in tandem to Rita's movements, just as they had practiced. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned, only the knot in the front held it together. As she swung her hips seductively, her hands went up and over her head in a slow sensuous movement, hair falling in front; partially covering her face, the open sides of the shirt parted sideways exposing her succulent breasts, her nipples fully responding to the eroticism. Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the dimly lit surroundings. Gina was bending down from her waist, her hands on her ankles just as shown in one of the erotic couplings in Kama sutra. The Mediterranean stood full naked behind her, his hips moving furiously, his eyes locked upon Nikki's jiggling breasts.

Nikki flushed. The whole thing was a big turn on, she had to admit. But her heart was not in it. She just hoped that nobody would notice the hesitancy in her movements as compared to the wanton, wild, erotic and garish gyration of the other girls. She sighed. It was time for the next move. Her eyes looked steadily towards the crowd as she unbuttoned her tight shorts. Soon it was at her feet and she artfully stepped out of them, undoing the knot of her shirt at the same time. The two sides of her shirt moved to their own rhythm teasingly exposing her breasts to all. She could feel her red thong dampen with her nectar seeping thru her excited vagina lips.

Nikki continued to grind away, the strobe lights dancing over her breasts and then focusing on her crotch. She playfully kicked at her short and it flew into the air and landed a few feet away from Amy. She had a totally nude Lisa by her side who sat totally upright against the couch with her legs spread wide open. Her right thigh was almost parallel to the back of the couch and disappeared behind Amy who had a finger inside her wet pussy and was gently rotating it. She watched Nikki gyrating her hips to the music, her red thong flashing in view every now and then from behind the open flaps of her unbuttoned shirt. She withdrew her wet finger from Lisa's pussy and put it in her finger, all along smiling at Nikki who turned crimson. Amy and she had been locked in a similar position only a couple of nights back and the way she was looking at her it seemed Amy wanted to have her by her side soon.

She turned towards Rita who was now doing a pole dance, giving everybody a good view of her crotch, her ample breasts moving about in a motion all of their own. With a final spin she came back to the edge of the dais. For the next few minutes the two continued to swing their hips to the music, then in tandem their hands slipped over the waistband of their thong. There was a complete silence in the smoke filled Conference Room as the two ladies wriggled out of their thong and tossed it over to the approving crowd.

Both the girls then turned around and pushed their bare ass towards the crowd. They began rotating their buttocks as a couple of the guys came up to the dais to get a better glimpse of their glistening cunts from behind. Rita looked over to Nikki and gave a small nod. The two turned around and continued to sway to the loud music for some moments. Then Nikki gripped her dress and pulled it over her waist to show her wet, aroused pussies. The men began hooting and clapping as the dais rotated towards each of them, giving their hungry eyes the feast they were waiting for. Nikki saw Amy looking towards her, trying to catch her attention. As she looked towards her, she gently nodded towards the Sheikh. Nikki understood. She was being offered to the Sheikh, the Numero Uno.

She moved towards his couch, not missing a single beat. The Sheikh was staring intently at her breasts as they flipped into view every now then from between her unbuttoned shirt. Finally she stood before the Numero Uno. Octopussy was by his side, wearing a stupid grin. As she gyrated in front of them, he undressed himself, his eyes locked pulsating body. He pulled out his semi flaccid cock and began playing. Nikki blushed and turned her attention to the Numero Uno.

He beckoned her closer and she obliged. Now she was close, very close to him. Somehow she managed to keep an artificial smile on her lips. Numero Uno reached out and without much ado pushed his middle finger inside her wet cunt. Nikki gasped; her vagina muscle involuntary tightened her grip on his finger. He let it remain inside her for some moments and then withdrew the wet finger and put it inside his mouth. He smiled at her as though approving her taste. He grabbed her unbuttoned shirt and pulled it from her body. Nikki stood stark naked in just her stilettos and the ruby necklace. Her dance number was over. It was time for the orgy to begin in right earnest. The music continued to play in the background, but the party had moved on.

Numero Uno pulled her down between himself and Octopussy. Drinks were called for. A new girl appeared with the supplies. Nikki glanced around. Amy had her dress pulled up to her waist and Lisa was greedily lapping up her juices. Her eyes were closed and her face had a dreamy look. Rita was on her back with Long Face straddling her. The Oriental stood near them, waiting for his turn with his thick manhood jutting out. Gina lay supine on one of the couch. Her eyes were closed and her legs wide open with cum oozing out. She was drunk, and had probably been taken everywhere by all the guys. Gloria was riding the Mediterranean cowboy style in gay abandon.

She sipped her drink and made small talk with the Sheikh who introduced himself simply as Sheikh. Her eyes began to water in the smokey haze. She could smell something more, but she could not be sure.

"She is one hell of a girl," said Octopussy with a wink, his hand kneading her left breast, tweaking her erect nipples, rubbing his palm over them.

"I heard you have been in the movies too," said Sheikh in a soft tone as his hand took hold of her right breast.

Nikki flashed a smile, she was beginning to feel light headed ... and horny. Sheikh moved forward and took her right nipple in his mouth and began playing. Alternately his tongue would play over her areolas and then come back to sucking her nipple.

"Ooohhh ...," moaned Nikki as the all too familiar feeling began to take hold of her body.

He grasped her thigh and spread her legs wide open. He slid his middle finger into her sloppy cunt while his thumb began ministering her clit. Not to be undone, Octopussy grabbed her left leg and laid it across his thighs, opening her up even more. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue seeking hers, his hand squeezing her left boob. Nikki began responding to their touches. Her tongue entwined with Octopussy's. Her hands reached out and grabbed their cocks. She closed her eyes, her hands squeezing their hardening manhood, and then releasing only to squeeze harder.

"Aahhh ..." yelped Nikki in pleasure as Sheikh bit her breast. His lips were moving feverishly all over her soft, succulent breast, licking it, leaving red love bites all across. Octopussy moved down to her neck, then her ear lobes kissing her, tasting her sweaty body.

"Uunnghhh ...," grunted Nikki as her first orgasm hit her. She threw back her head, her hands grabbed both her lovers and she pressed their face into her body. Octopussy then got up and pressed a lever. The couch unfolded to make a comfortable double bed. 

"On your knees baby," said Sheikh hoarsely. She complied, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited in anticipation.

Sheikh kneeled behind her. A feeling of pleasure began to spread from between her legs as he gripped her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Nikki gasped as Sheikh began rimming her. He played his tongue along her ass crack sending jolts of electricity thru her tender body. Her body quivered as she felt him rubbing his bulbous knob on her wet slit. Sheikh gripped Nikki's hips and pushed forward forcefully. Nikki almost swooned as she felt his thick long manhood slide all the way inside her hot cunt. He began thrusting inside her, slowly first, then picking up a good speed.

"Aaahh ...," whimpered Nikki as she felt his cock rub against her cervix. She adjusted her position to accommodate him fully. A hand gripped her head. She looked up to see Octopussy pushing his cock close to her mouth. Nikki smiled at him thru the haze of tobacco smoke and pot and greedily opened her mouth. The two men soon picked up a rhythm as Nikki serviced them together. With a final thrust Sheikh shot his seeds inside her hot cunt. Octopussy was not far behind and he went rigid as he shot his load into Nikki's mouth. Again and again he fired off his load into her mouth, some of it dibbling down her chin and falling on her breasts.

The two exhausted men lay down, fully satisfied with the services provided by Nikki. She glanced at the two still forms and then moved towards the bar. She poured out a stiff drink for the two, carefully emptying the contents concealed in one of the many rings she had specially chosen to wear that night.

Nikki handed them their drinks and then took two more glasses with the same concoction to Long Face and Baldy. She sat beside them as they drank from their glasses. Baldy put his empty glass down and pushed Nikki down on her back. She gave him a welcoming smile and opened her legs invitingly. Baldy entered her cum filled cunt and began fucking her. Soon his tempo began to slow down until he collapsed besides her, eyes closed. Nikki looked over to Long Face and smiled a smile which frankly didn't reach up to her eyes. It seemed he didn't require her services.

Nikki moved across to the Mediterranean and handed him her special concoction. She went down on her knees and began playing with his manhood as he looked on indulgently. A few minutes later she let his spent and limp cock slide out of her mouth.

She mentally put a tick across his name and moved on to the Orient. Nikki was greeted by the sight of a tangle of naked bodies. Orient had one arm and leg across the still form of Rita whose puffy engorged pussy lips told their own story. Drinks and pot had already taken their toll here.

Nikki felt light headed as she moved over to Amy. She had been waiting for her. Amy stretched out her hand as she came up to her, taking the drink from her hand. Amy drank from her glass, watching Nikki play with her clit until Nikki felt it was no longer necessary to stay by her side. Finally, Nikki stood up and surveyed the Meeting Room. She smiled in satisfaction ... the meeting for the night was over.

Her eyes narrowed, there was work was to be done. She grabbed the top of the ring on her small finger and turned it in anti clockwise direction, and then pressed it down. There was a gentle click. Nikki took a deep breath. She had fifteen minutes ... fifteen minutes to make herself scarce. That was the go ahead signal her husband was waiting for. It was a confirmation to him that the plan had been successfully carried out. In fifteen minutes, men from the Special Forces would be barging in thru every door and window. She had no plan of being taken in custody. She had to disappear ... pronto.

It was time for play out the final part of the plan laid out by her Tom.




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She looked around herself searching for something to cover her nude body. She couldn't bear to get into her tight shorts... Her pussy was sore and very sensitive from the fucking it had received and she couldn't bear the thought of the tight denim fabric rubbing against her skin. Nikki picked up her discarded shirt and hurriedly buttoned it. She then stepped into Rita's micro mini and rushed out. There were not many people about at that late hour as the Greenwood Club had been exclusively reserved for Octopussy and friends.

She opened the main door and looked about quickly. There didn't seem to be anything suspicious. Nikki walked briskly down the block and turned the corner. The headlights of a car standing in the shadows switched on and off.

Nikki rushed over and peered down the window.

"Oh, Dr Ambrose darling! How very sweet of you. I was apprehensive ... you know ...," her voice trailed off.

"Nikki I promised to take care of you and here I am. Now let's go before somebody catches us here ... and Nikki please call me Ambrose."

She opened the passenger door and sat inside, then leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek, a feigned grateful look on her smiling face."

They didn't speak much as Dr Ambrose drove them towards his house. Nikki gave him a sideways glance as they came to a halt. The only reason she was here with him was that she had to keep the Octopussy necklace somewhere save till Tom picked her up.

Dr Ambrose welcomed her inside his house and graciously escorted her to the living room. Nikki mouthed a thank you and sat down.

"It was nice of you to accept my offer. Believe me you will never regret it. You and me, we are going to have a ball together."

Nikki looked at him as he sat close to her, his hand already running over her creamy thighs. She continued to look at the cadaverous form feeling her up for some moments, a feeling of disgust and revulsion swelling up inside her. He then leaned back and unzipped his trouser and took out his semi flaccid member.

"Nikki darling, this calls for a little celebration," said Dr Ambrose with a hungry look in his eyes.

She pursed her lips then said, "Ambrose can I borrow your mobile?"

His face showed his confusion. He hesitated for a moment, and then handed it over to her. Nikki frantically punched the number Tom had asked her to memorise. It was picked up instantly.

"Where are you?" came her husband's, strong and businesslike.

Nikki quickly gave him the address as Dr Ambrose thrust his now shrinking penis back into his trouser and quickly zipped up.

"What ... what's going on? Who was that?" he inquired in a bewildered tone.

Nikki hesitated, not sure whether she should open up to him or not. "That was the law enforcement agency," she finally said, "They will be coming to pick me up." Dr Ambrose nodded and got up from the couch and shuffled out of the room as though in a trance. Nikki watched him leave with contempt in her eyes.

Dr Ambrose stood in his study room, looking back into the room from which he had just come. She had deceived him. Just like that other girl!

No ... he could not let this happen. The Club was full of lovely and delicious girls. He couldn't let this woman come in his way. She would have to go, he thought. Just like Greta. There will be more willing girls to take up his generous offer.

Yes, she will have to go just like Greta.

He will have to be careful though. Greta had made a run for it, even made it to the shrubs behind his house before he had managed to drag her back after forcefully injecting her with a tranquiliser.

He giggled.

The clouds thundered in the distance as the rain came falling down hard. Dr Ambrose shuffled back to the living room, an innocent look on his face. "Nikki, while we wait, why don't you clean up? I think you had a very busy routine tonight."

Nikki looked at his face closely wanting to be sure he didn't mean anything else. She then nodded and got up to follow him. She was feeling sore all over and she definitely didn't want her husband to see her in the state she was in. He led her to a large clinical chamber. There was an examination bed in the centre and some side tables containing an assortment of medicines and equipments. A sink stood in one corner of the otherwise bare room.

"You can wash up in my clinic while I will make a hot cup of coffee for us," said Dr Ambrose in a gracious tone.

"That will be fine," she replied in a crisp tone.

She knew his real nature and this change in his mannerism didn't fool her one bit. That she was somehow tied up with the law agencies had spooked him.

As he left, she went over to the sink and quickly undressed. With just the Octopussy Necklace and the assortment of rings on her fingers, she began cleaning herself. Suddenly she heard a soft swishing noise behind her. Nikki stopped and looked back. She watched in horror as a sliding door closed the entrance to the room. She looked about frantically. There were no windows or any other exit points.

She was trapped!

Dr Ambrose lit a cigarette and began flipping through the pages of a medical journal. He would let her stew for a while. He giggled as he imagined her desperately trying to seek a way out to save her precious life. Yes, he would finish his cigarette and then pull the lever to let the gas in and slowly suffocate her. It would be a slow, torturous death.

He sighed. He was going to miss her. A lovely girl, no doubt. They could have had a nice time together.

He flipped a page. Yes, he was definitely going to miss her.

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Rain lashed into his face as Tom got out of the unmarked car and strode purposefully forward. He pressed the doorbell, the impatience clear in his eyes.

Dr Ambrose froze. His eyes darted towards the closed door. He stubbed out his cigarette and hurried to open the door. Tom towered ominously over Dr Ambrose. His gaze swept into the room behind him. He strode in, looking around.

"Where is Nikki?"

Dr Ambrose looked at the stern face of the man from the law, his jaw purposefully thrust forward. He felt uncomfortable.

"She left some time back."

Tom stepped closer to him, glaring at him. "Left? How could she? Where has she gone?" The queries shot out from his mouth like bullets from a machine gun.

Dr Ambrose shrugged his shoulders casually. "I really can't help you there. She didn't share any information with me."

Tom stood thinking silently.

"Had she been kidnapped by the men they had been following? Maybe her cover had been blown," thought Tom, his concern for the safety of his wife writ large on his tanned face. "No," he reasoned, "they had been able to round up all the people in the Greenwood Country as well as the suspected people in Meyer's office. The bugs planted by Nikki in Ollie's house had proved to be very useful. Tom was a worried man. The stakes were high and his girl was like a lost lamb in the woods in the world of international crime.

"You will let me know immediately if she contacts, won't you?" said Tom as he had Dr Ambrose note down his name and number. It was more of an order than a request. He nodded, quickly scribbling down his number on a piece of paper. 

Tom stepped out into the rain. A strong wind was now blowing. "Where could she have gone in this rain? But he had asked her to stay put here? What could have made her leave so suddenly? Something in the house startled her? Or what? Tom stopped at the end of the driveway and turned back to look at Dr Ambrose's house. He then motioned to his Hal, his deputy.

Dr Ambrose walked quickly back to his study room, his thin frame quivering in excitement. "That was close, too damned close," he thought, "That man was smart. His sixth sense made him feel that there was something more to his concern for Nikki's safety ... he shook his head. He better move fast. He strode forward and pushed aside the potted plants that concealed the levers. Dr Ambrose stared at the levers, licking his lips.

The two flashlights lit up sections of the ground as their beam hovered over them. They were combing the area behind the house.

Tom was not sure what he was looking for. But something was bothering him. He couldn't quite place his fingers on it. He had informed the local police to look out for a cab or any car with a woman inside it. So far there was no information. He stopped. Something shone in the beam. It was a mobile. He recognized it. It had belonged to Greta. His lips pressed into a thin line. He swung back and strode purposefully towards the house. "Hal we have work to do," he said harshly.

Nikki moved along the walls of the closed chamber, tapping the wall with her hands, hoping to find a way out. She pressed against the wall as she stumbled. Her eyes began to water.

"What's happening to me," she asked herself as she continued to fumble. She was finding it difficult to breathe, the sink ahead of her suddenly began to look hazy and blurred. Nikki coughed, gasping for air as she slid down on the floor.

Hal inserted the skeletal key inside the lock and slowly turned it. The door swung open. Noiselessly the two made their way slowly into the house once again. He saw Dr Ambrose standing by a wall, looking intently at something by the floor in front.

Tom moved closer silently. His eyes fell on the set of levers, which had been partially obstructed from his view till now. Dr Ambrose never saw it coming. The blow to his head threw him forward against the wall. His face smashed against the wall, breaking his spectacles, blood gurgling out from his smashed nose. Tom grabbed him by his collar and flung him aside. He stared wildly at the levers in front of him. "What were they for? Why was the doc looking at them so intently?"

He grabbed the levers and pulled them up and stepped back, wondering what was to happen next. With a small swish, the wall in front of him slid open. Tom rushed in. He clamped his handkerchief on his face as he smelled a slight odor in the air.

Then he saw her.

Nikki law crumpled on the floor near the sink. She was stark naked but for the few pieces of jewellery. Tom pulled the sheet from the clinic bed and covered his wife's nude body with it. He then scooped up his wife in his strong arms and rushed out into the open.

The fresh air and the rain drops falling on her body pushed Nikki into a state of semi consciousness. Her vision was blurred. She coughed as the clean, fresh air entered her lungs. She could dimly make out the face of somebody peering down at her, saying something to her. The face looked familiar, and so did the soothing voice. Her dulled brain tried to connect, some faint distinct memories revved up.

The rain falling ... the mall ... she and Tom were rushing in to the mall ... Tom wanted children ... build a toy train ... it was running thru her kitchen ... the chocolate cookies were ready ... the aroma of freshly baked cookies ... the sound of children footsteps ... the kids were coming to the kitchen,... Octopussy and Ambrose stood at her kitchen door ... they were leering at her ... Octopussy was waving a necklace while Dr Ambrose stood smiling ... Oh no, they were coming inside her kitchen ... their feet would trample her children's train...

Her eyes snapped wide open to see her Tom looking down at her ... he was saying something but she could not hear him. Her finger nails bit into his arm, "Tom I want to go home," she wailed, "I want my children, their toy train you promised to build," she cried out in pain. Her body convulsed, the disconnected images ceased to torment her as she drifted into a deep sleep.

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Nikki swivelled her chair to face the window of her office. She gazed at the skyscrapers, all a bustle of activity. She sipped her coffee and looked at the calendar.

One month.

A full one month had passed. She had been hospitalised for half that period. A case of extreme trauma and stress ... so said the doctors. They had advised complete rest with no disturbance whatsoever. Tom had been by her side. She smiled. Her Tom. She looked at her wedding ring on her finger. He had placed it back when she had been hospitalised, claiming her back from the baying wolves at the bordello.

Her recovery had been slow. Perhaps what had hurt her most was the punishing her body had taken. During her initial days at the bordello she had mentally braced herself to take the fucking as it came, her mind focussed on the safe return of her husband.

But the onslaught had worn down the mental barrier. She had felt helpless as men after men entered her, enjoyed her. Her apprehension of being rejected by Tom further aggravated her problem ... and the gas chamber had been the final straw. Her mind had flipped.

Had it been worth it?

Tom had told her that the ruby necklace had the security plans of the nearby nuclear power station finely engraved upon it. They had planned to create a radiation leak that would have devastated all the nearby towns. To be on the safer side, the terrorists planned to use bordello girls to courier out the necklace from the country to their Middle East location. For this they lured the girls with big bucks for a trip to their harems. A certain commission was also offered to Eva. They had already smuggled out a couple of blue prints and this was to be the last set.

In short she had been the chosen one to courier out the necklace. She had been asked to wear the necklace in the evening so that Numero Uno could identify his next harem girl. They liked to mix pleasure with business. Nikki shivered. It had been a close call. Thanks to her the plan had been foiled. Security agencies of the Middle East countries had been tipped off and they had rounded off the plotters.

But the next ten days had been wonderful. Tom had taken her to the Bahamas. The trip had been fantastic. Being with Tom had meant more to her than the trip. There was a knock on the door and her secretary came in. The look on her face made her frown.

"There are again two gentlemen out there who want to see you and they refuse to give me their name or purpose."

"What now?" thought Nikki as she moved back to her table.

One look at their faces confirmed her worst fears. They were another of those Men in Black types. She waited for them to speak up apprehensively. "Is Tom okay?" she finally blurted, unable to bear the suspense.

"I'm fine," said a voice.

She looked over their shoulders. Tom had quietly slipped in and stood grinning at her. A look of relief crossed her face.

"Mrs. Nikki Sinclair?" asked the taller of the two.

She nodded.

He took out an envelope and handed it over to her. "I have instructions to hand over this envelope to you."

"Do I sign somewhere?" asked Nikki faintly.

"That will not be necessary Ma'am," replied the second one. With that the two turned and left as quickly as they had come.

Gingerly she opened the envelope, not sure what to find inside. Her eyes lit up in surprise on seeing the emblem on top. She quickly ran thru the contents and then looked up at her husband who had been all along watching her with an indulgent smile on his lips.

She softly read out the lines for her husband, "The Representatives of the Nation have great pleasure in bestowing upon you this Letter of Appreciation in recognition of the selfless service rendered by you for upholding the security and integrity of the Nation and its People and for contributing to make this world a safer place for all those who wish to live in peace and harmony. May the Lord shower his blessings upon thee."

She looked at the bottom. There was no name, just a set of numbers. "Tom," she said unsure whether she understood it for what she thought it meant to be.

Tom pulled her up close and kissed her. "You are a national hero," he murmured into her ear. Their close embrace was broken by the sound of her telephone.

Nikki picked it up.

It was her gynae. She listened for a few moments, her face brightening up.

"You sure?"

There was a quick reply and then she happily turned to her husband.

"Darling, I'll be needing that toy train soon, and you better make sure it runs all the way thru my kitchen. And a doll house too." The two locked into a tight embrace. "Let's go home. This calls for a celebration," said Tom, tears running down his face.

The End

ALEX

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