Carol and I had got together to drown our sorrows with a good bottle of single malt. She was going through a partially bad divorce and I was at a bit of a lose end with being widowed for just over 6 months. Carol and I have been best friends since school.
I had never liked her husband; he treated her like shit and was always implying that our friendship was an affair when in fact he was the one that couldn`t keep his dick in his pants.
As the bottle emptied, we started reminiscing about some of our past wild adventures. Carol started by telling me about the time, when she was just out of college and much to her mother's dismay, took off with a biker. Only to find out after it was too late that he expected her to put out for all his biker mates.
I looked at Carol with surprise. "How come you didn`t tell me about that at the time?"
"I`ve told you now! I think you were away or something at the time?"
"That's right I went into the army about that time! I bet Pam was out of her wits, your mother was such a prude about things like that?"
"Yer, I know, mum`s probably part of the reason I did it. Youth rebellion and all that shit. Anyway, not a happy memory, lets change subject, your turn, what did you get up to, that I don`t know about?"
"You know how I like to walking in the evenings."
"Yes, I know, get on with the story!"
"Well, a few years ago, I was in Murcia for a few days."
Carol butted in." Was that on one of your work trips to Spain that you told me about?"
"Yes. I was walking just after dark down a narrow street in the direction of the river from my hotel. The streets in this part of the old city were clean but a bit seedy if you know what I mean.
"I noticed a couple talking in front of me, as I got closer, I could see the guy trying to kiss the woman. She pulled away grabbing his hand and leading him up a side street. As I pass the street, I could see her banging on a door, shouting loudly in Spanish, I kept walking but knew what I seen, she was a street hooker.
"Sure enough, in the next block there was an African girl standing in the shadows. As I approached, she pushed out her tits and said something to me in Spanish.
"I still don`t speak a word of Spanish so I replied to her. Only English! To my surprise she responded in nearly perfect English, asking me where I was going. I told her I was out exercising. That`s when she asked me if I wanted a girl?"
Carol frowned. "Well, did you want a girl, you were married by then... right?"
"No this was before I meet Lizzie.
"This African girl was stunning, I would say in her early 30`s about my height, long braided hair with coloured beads, a very sexy red overcoat and long black leather boots. It turned out her name was Imane from Morocco."
"You bad boy, you got on first name basis!"
"Are you going to let me finish!
"Imane asked me heaps of questions, what I was doing in Spain, what I did for a living, you know being very friendly."
"I bet she was being friendly!"
"Hay, I was under no allusions of what she was, but hay, it felt good to have someone, at least sound like they were interested in me. I found out she had been in Murcia for just over 12 months, she also told me she was studying at a local college.
"Eventually I decided to fob her off, by telling her I didn`t have much money on me, which was true. I always walked light when overseas, just a plain tee shirt, shorts, runners and a bit of cash in my pocket. My passport and cards are always locked in the hotel room safe and I leave my hotel room keys at reception.
"I got the feeling she had already figured she had her man and wasn`t taking the rejection. To make sure of her conquest, she opened the front of her coat revealing a stunning body, only covered by a lovely red lace bra and panties. As she gave me a seductive pose, while asking how much money I had for her.
"I pulled out the content of my pocket, 35 euro. She smiled and told me she would fuck me for 35. I remember looking at this Moroccan princess and thinking, fuck this gorgeous body for 35 euro, you only live once."
Carol went to butt in. "Don`t worry alarm bells were starting to ring in my head. I`m not the green!"
"She grabbed the money and led me along the street going down towards the river. I was expecting to be dragged up some side street and into a dingy room, but no, she took me to a new upmarket riverside apartment complex.
"Now my alarm bells were going off, big time, I`m thinking this has to be suss, a 35-euro street whore doing tricks in a building like this. I nearly bailed, their and then, stupidly I decided to go along with it and see what happened. Maybe a bit out of curiosity, don`t really know, she did have a lovely ass...!"
"Men, you`re all so predictable. I can see where this is going, how deep in the shit did you get?"
"Well, you see, I was thinking, this building is ultra-modern, has a doorman, 24-hour reception. I fingered I must be reasonably safe. Let's face it, I had no ID or other valuables on me. If they had intentions of robbing me, they were out of luck. If it was some sort of mugging, they would have had better opportunities back in the dark streets and why kidnap me, they had no way of even knowing who I was!"
"You, said they! Who are they?"
"Just a manner of speech, you`d be stupid to think these streets workers aren't working with other people. There was nothing suggested Imane was, I was just being a bit wary.
"Anyway, we walked into a lift, Imane swiped a card and the lift started moving without pushing any level buttons. I watched the floor indicator going up 1- 5, 6, 7 was the top floor but the lift felt like the lift went up one more floor.
"The doors opened into a roof top penthouse. My alarm bells really went off, I turned and walked back into the lift. Imane, grabbed my hand asking me what was wrong. I got pretty agitated with her telling her this was a set-up and I was out of there. She asked me to come in and she would explain."
