Jenny.
I stretched in the bathtub, cleared a hole through the bubbles and watched my pubic hairs waving from side to side. I ran my fingers through them pulling at a knot. I wondered when they would get here. It suddenly occurred to me it could be at any minute. It wouldn't be the surprise I planned, if Paul found me in the bath. I climbed out, lifted the lever releasing the plug, and sat on the edge rubbing my legs with a towel whilst the water gurgled beneath me. I wrapped the towel around my body and grabbed a second to use to dry my hair. My plan, such as it was, was to lie on the bed, naked, waiting for him. He'd like that. So would I. I smiled. But what if he didn't return for ages?
Carole had received a message from the base hospital to say Howie had arrived. I had offered to go with her to see him but she could tell I didn't really want to go. "You stay and get ready for Paul." She'd said. I hadn't needed a second offer. I had felt a little bad at first but she had said I had my own man to take care of while she looked after hers.
I opened the door to the bedroom. That was strange. I'd thought I'd left the light on. I moved between the chairs and the dressing table towards the door. Something didn't feel right. I could smell tobacco and hear somebody breathing. As I turned, I felt the glove-covered hands of a man about my mouth and neck. I tried to pull away, to bite him, to scream, but I couldn't breathe. I pulled at his hands. My ears rang.
"Stop struggling and you won't be hurt." A voice said in my ear. "You won't be hurt. I promise you." I stopped trying to escape and the hand about my throat relaxed slightly. I could breathe again. I sucked in a huge lungful of air. "No noise now." The man said and released my mouth. My first reaction was to scream but I fought it. I breathed deeply again. What did he want? Was he a burglar? I didn't have much. I relied on Carole's generosity for the air-flights and hotels. I hadn't had time to get to a bank proper and there was only about eighty pounds in the floor safe in the apartment in London. I'd changed most at the airport for dollars, but I only had about one hundred of those. Was he going to rape me? Were the chances more or less, if I disobeyed him?
"Lie down on the bed." The man's voice was very low, almost like a lover asking me. "I won't rape you. Not if you do as I say." I fumbled my way past the chairs and sat on the edge of the bed. The man switched on one of the lights above the bed. I blinked hard. I could see him. In his forties, I would say. He looked to be very fit. He was tan and his forearms rippled as he moved. He had a lot of hair. I realised after a few seconds it was a wig. He took the towel I had been using to dry my hair and began tearing it into strips.
"Who are you?" I asked. "What do you want?"
"Who are you? Should I ask?" He retorted. "This is Paul Wagstaffe's room."
"I'm his wife."
"Are you?" He smiled. I didn't like that smile. "Lie down."
"You said you wouldn't." I said, preparing a scream.
"I won't." He glanced at his watch. "If you do as I tell you. Now lie down." There was a harder tone to his voice. He sounded like a man accustomed to people following his instructions. I lay on my back with my legs tight together.
"What do you want with me?" I asked.
"Nothing. I want something from your husband." He replied. "Move over into the middle of the bed and don't speak again." I did as instructed. "Now give me your hand." I did as instructed and watched as he tied a loop about my wrist with a strip of towel then tied it to the bed. He moved to the other side of the bed. "You are doing fine." He said gently. "Do as you are told and neither you nor your husband will get hurt. Your hand." I gave him my other hand, which he secured to the bed in the same manner. "Open your mouth." I saw him screwing a piece of towel into a tight ball. "This won't hurt." He said squeezing my cheeks and forcing me to open my mouth.
"It does." I mumbled as he pushed the cloth inside my mouth and secured it with another strip of towel.
"I think it would help persuade Paul to give me what I want if you look a little more vulnerable." He said, pulling my towel from me and leaving me naked on the bed. He looked down at me then sat on the edge of the bed by my side. "Don't worry." He said. "I won't hurt you." His eyes moved from my breasts to my pubic mound and back again. "You have a lovely body." He traced a line with the tip of his finger from just below my breasts over my navel to where my pubic hairs started. "A lovely body."
I shivered. "Feeling the cold?" I saw him reach inside his shirt and pull out an automatic pistol. Then, he took a long black cylinder from his trouser pocket and screwed it into place over the muzzle. He placed the weapon on the top of one of the bedside tables and looked at me again. "You have a lovely body." He repeated and moved across the bed to lay top of me. I tried to throw him off, tried to knee him in the balls, but all I managed to do was open my legs wide enough for him to lie between them. I could hardly breath as he allowed his full weight to fall upon me. He was smiling at me. I felt his prick hardening inside his trousers.
"I'll keep you warm." He said as his body began to move against mine.
