A Dolls Foot Ch 12

Chapter 12

RACHEL AWOKE IN AN EMPTY BED. Her bed, but where was Elise? There was sunlight coming through the windows, something she almost never saw in her room. Their work started before dawn and continued until ten or so. Really, the only recreation she ever got was her late night run. Unless you counted getting rented. But how often did she enjoy that? Most of the time they just wanted a blowjob, even though her menu was, so to speak

prix fixe.

She absentmindedly started to rub herself, then realized her bowels and bladder were very full. She darted into the bathroom to fix that, then it was her stomach that was complaining. What was that pyramid of human needs? Oh yeah, thirsty too. That she could do something about. That left hungry and horny, probably in that order. Which made a visit to the terrace cafe the next priority. Elise would most likely be there, too. Rachel wondered what it would be like to rent her roommate, to do in public what they did for free in private.

She rinsed off quickly. No need to bother getting dressed. At this hour, if there were customers on the terrace they'd all be naked. Which reminded her, what had happened to the stuff Nestor had dumped on the bed before they went out for their run? No sign of it. Stranger and stranger. Maybe Elise could fill her in on what had happened in the last twelve hours.

Or Nestor. Maybe she should call Nestor. Meet him at the terrace. That sounded like a good idea to find out what had happened, and to satisfy the next remaining need on the pyramid (hunger) and maybe the one after that. But what was his number? She looked in her call log. Rocco had called her, but never Nestor. Of course she had insisted they leave the phones behind last night. Well, on the room phone then. She called the front desk.

"Hey Rachel. How are you feeling?" It was Edna.

"Okay, I guess. A little sore. Say, can you do me a favor? Connect me with Nestor..." She trailed off. She had no idea what his last name was.

"Nestor who?"

"I'm not sure. How many Nestors can there be?"

A pause. Then the answer, "Zero, as far as I can tell."

"Shit. He checked out?"

Another pause. "I'm not seeing any Nestors this week."

"That's not possible. He was in the restaurant the night before last. The guy in the blue suit who was fucking Bea, I mean Melanie. It was all over the internet." She started to search on her phone for 'Mel cheats on Steve'. Nothing. She had watched that video a dozen times, wishing it had been her, slowing it down to analyze each thrust. Now it was gone. She should have downloaded it. Wait, she

had

downloaded it. But it had vanished from her phone also. Who or what could do that? She remembered Anna's warning. Not just kill him, erase him.

But what about all the people who had seen him? Touched him? Who knew that he existed, at least had existed? There was an obvious solution, one that made her very scared. Erase them also. Oh well. Eat drink and be merry. She might as well go down to the terrace to see if Elise was there to satisfy one or possibly two of her needs.

"There you are!" Her roommate came running over to embrace her as she stepped onto the terrace. The place was almost empty, not surprisingly. It was after breakfast and before lunch. There was a middle aged man reading a newspaper while a somewhat younger woman was giving him a blowjob. An endless one, so it seemed. He sighed and turned the page, and she stopped until he patted her head to start up again. Rachel noticed then that the woman was wearing a studded collar. And an anal plug with a horse hair tail that looked like a little flogger.

"They've been at it all morning," Elise whispered. "They were showing off more when there was a crowd. He was pulling out the tail and making her clean off the plug, then whipping her with it. Then they rented me for a bit."

"You let them?"

"They offered me triple, if I would let them go for twenty minutes. So I checked with the kitchen and they said go for it."

"Did he whip you? With the tail?"

"A little. You ever try that?"

"No."

"I liked it. He had me lean over a chair and he whipped my butt, not the cheeks, but right in the middle. He was really good. Most of the strokes were getting my clit."

"You came?"

"You better believe I came. I mean, I would have put on a show for them anyway, but I came for real. Everyone was cheering. Then she licked my ass for a while and then he fucked me there for a while, then she stuck her tongue all the way in and wiggled it."

"You came again?"

A nod. "Then he started to sodomize me again, and she got underneath and licked my pussy."

"And?" Another nod.

"Then the twenty minutes were up. They've just been doing the blow job for almost an hour now."

Just then the man gestured to Elise, and she went over to see what he wanted. To rent her again? No, it was only to refill his coffee. But when she came back she said, "They were eavesdropping. They want to know if you want to try the same thing."

"For free?"

"For four hundred euros. That's what they wound up paying me."

"I need breakfast first. We need to talk."

Elise went out the kitchen and came back with coffee and croissants for both of them.

"You were working in the kitchen two nights ago, right?"

"Yep."

"You remember the guy in the blue suit?"

"How could I forget? The whole kitchen staff was watching them fuck. That was Melanie, wasn't it? I mean, I've seen them walking by, but never eating here, never fucking. And the same guy showed up last night with you over his shoulder."

"He did?"

"Yep, no suit this time. No anything. He knocked on the door and said he had a delivery. Then he dumped you on the bed, and he gathered up some clothes he'd left and put them on and walked out. Oh, and he left you some money. I stuck it in the drawer."

"How much?"

"Oh, I didn't look. It was a few bills he had in his wallet. You know it's really none of my business. I looked you over and decided it would just be embarrassing to take you to the hospital. It looked like you had too much to drink, maybe too much to fuck."

"Too much running, too much swimming, too much pot...

mon Dieu!

Did he say anything about the men he killed?"

"Men he killed?"

"He killed three men, in an instant. That's the last thing I remember."

"Maybe you had already passed out and you were dreaming."

"Maybe. Did he say anything?"

"He said that you were delightful and it was a shame he had to go. He gave you a little goodbye kiss. Then I said it wasn't that late, it wasn't even eleven, and if he wanted to rent me out for the night I was available."

"You what? You little bitch! You tried to seduce him?"

"Well, he was even more beautiful without the suit on. Although I have to say those clothes he pulled on were really clunky. And I had a really slow night in the restaurant and I was horny and you weren't going to be good for anything."

At that moment two girls in sundresses came over to their table. They stripped off the dresses to put on the hot chairs before they sat down. Apparently they had been eavesdropping. They were struggling not to laugh.

"Melanie?" Elise said.

"Bea," Rachel corrected, "and Risa. This is Elise, my roommate."

"You two are

amantes

? Like Risa and me?"

"Since high school."

"So beautiful. Such a lovely dark tan, and that long black hair." Beatrice stood up to run her hand through it. Elise was nearly as tall as her, slender. "Such beautiful breasts, with the dark nipples. And I love the garland tattoo. On your left thigh, to match the one on Rachel's right?"

"Exactly."

Beatrice ran her hand along the garland, then up under the apron. "You are still for rent this morning?"

"Of course." But Elise was blushing under that dark tan, blushing at how she had trembled at the touch of that hand, at how her

amante

was scowling at her.

"Bea," Rachel broke in, "what was Nestor's last name?"

"Was?"

"He seems to have vanished into thin air."

"Figures. He was like, the ideal male." Beatrice paused. "Well, maybe with some hair, and a bigger prick."

"Rocco has those," Risa said.

"The last name is Warren."

With that, Rachel started poking at her phone. Of course there were listings for Nestor Warren and Warren Nestor and variations, but none that seemed like a match.

"Try the Investigative Directorate," Beatrice suggested.

"How do you spell that? Nothing. And that video of you two fucking in the restaurant? Try to find it now." That set the other two girls into a frenzy on their phones. "There's no record he ever stayed here."

"Javert might know something. And that lady at the morgue. Marie."

"How about Kim? He'd probably remember."

"You think? How many guys have fucked Kim? Rachel, how well do you remember your clients?"

"As little as possible. Most of the time you aren't looking at their face, if you know what I mean."

There was movement at the other table. The woman had removed the butt plug, but this time she was the one wielding it as a whip. The man was kneeling on his chair as the horsehair caressed his balls, then slapped against the flesh above them. She was licking for a while, then whipping for a bit, then pushing in the anal plug and using it as dildo. The four girls had stopped their conversation. They gazed on with a mixture of lust and revulsion as the woman pulled out the plug and replaced it with her tongue, her lips pressed all the way onto her master's flesh. She pulled it out, leaving it exposed so they could admire its coating. "Want a taste?"

Three of the girls hid their faces in their hands. But Marissa had a reputation to maintain. She nudged her

amica

and pointed to the phone.

Record this

. Then she walked over to the other table and plunged her tongue into the abyss.

"I'm going to lose my breakfast," Rachel grumbled. Although she was rubbing herself, it was so disgusting. And hadn't she been doing something very similar last night? Not that she could remember much, and of that, how much had actually happened?

Sodomize me with your tongue

. She had a sudden sour burp, which she washed down with a swig of coffee.

The woman was behind Marissa now, licking her in the same way for a minute or so, then plugging in the horse tail. "Wag your tail, Risa!" her

amica

called. And she did, to the delight of the other girls. And some other customers who had wandered in to watch the show.

Enough customers that Elise felt compelled to get up and resume her server duties. But of course she was rented out almost at once. So Rachel went back to the kitchen and donned her lap apron. But as soon as she appeared back on the terrace, she was busy sucking a cock. It seemed everyone was really turned on by Risa's antics. Including her

amica

who was sitting by herself, feeling quite depressed. Beatrice was wondering if she should try to inject herself into the threesome, or possibly steal an apron from the kitchen, not that she had any intention of waiting tables. Of course, she was busy recording, and of course what she was shooting could possibly make them some money.

In fifteen minutes, Elise had serviced three customers. One in each hole? Beatrice had been paying more attention to her

amica

, who had turned around. The man was sodomizing her, and she was licking the lap of the woman. It looked like fun, more fun than Beatrice was having. Her coffee had run out a long time ago, and the waitresses were too busy fucking to give her a refill. A shadow fell across her, startling her awake. She turned to see that a man had joined her. A rather ordinary looking man, in his thirties maybe forties, face a bit chubby, hair thinning, wearing baggy shorts and a polo shirt. The same clunky ensemble Nestor had worn. Oh well, what was the saying? Any port in a storm.

"Do you want to rent me?" She pointed to the menu card. Of course, she wasn't wearing a lap apron. Probably it was against house rules for her to be rented out of uniform, probably there was some sort of waiver she need to sign, but, as the saying goes, what the fuck.

"Later, perhaps. We need to have a conversation first."

"A conversation?" What was the saying about middle aged men dating young pretty girls? That it wasn't for the conversation. "What do you want to talk about?"

"About a bird that's flown the coop."

"

Dio mio!

What about him?"

"He's sent you a little farewell package." The man produced a long cylinder wrapped in pink chiffon paper and set on the table. Then he walked away.

She started to unwrap it, supposing it would be a bunch of roses. And started screaming.