I still doubt whether it happened, although I saw it with my own eyes, not once, but twice. Even when you hear my story, you'll think it's fantasy. But it's not. Now, let us go a little further away from the people. There's no need for someone to hear me.
It was the last day of July, just a month ago. As you know, I'm a Silent Bay Vacation area maintenance worker. I was changing a switch in one of the rooms when I heard someone walking into the villa. They were two of the maidservants, Catherine and Natalia. Their sparkling faces woke up my curiosity. It was clear they were coming right to me for a purpose. Catherine looked around carefully, even through the window. Her exaggerated caution strengthened my interest even more, so I focused my whole attention on her cell phone screen when she turned it toward me.
It was a video clip. The image was shaky. At first, I could only see a part of a wooden frame and floor. But then the camera rose and showed a woman. She was lying on a bed, her knees raised and spread aside, her calves and feet rocking in the air. Her hands were placed on her pelvis, moving there diligently. Nothing that unusual, you might say. A woman decided to masturbate; what's so special? But it wasn't just any woman. It was Ingrid, the manager of the complex.
I recognized her not by her face, which was not visible, but by her legs. They are quite muscular but in a very feminine way, with an erotic curves in the backside of the calves and the thighs. When she is walking or sitting, the tension of the muscles creates a groove along the outer side of her legs. Add to all this white, smooth, almost porcelain skin. I saw all the characteristic features in this recording. I don't know if my explanation is clear, but there's no way I could mistake her for another woman.
When I looked at Catherine and Natalia, they looked at me as well.
"Did you guess who this person is? Where is she doing this?" Catherine asked, trying to keep her voice even and calm. When I nodded, she almost growled, "Tell us. Say it out loud, please."
The answer stuck into my throat. It was too unreal to be said. But the pair of staring eyes were poking me, so I whispered, "Ingrid the Ice Queen, here in the "Count's villa.", the bedroom on the second floor."
"Correct," Catherine said, trying to hold the corners of her mouth not to curve upward.
Breathless, literally and figuratively, I opened and closed my mouth, struggling between the need to know more and my habit of not engaging in useless gossip. The question must have been written on my face because Catherine began talking, firing words like bullets from a machine gun.
"I had noticed her going to the "Count's Villa" alone for the last few months, even when there was no need to check what we had done. She always went out with a flushed face on such occasions. I spied on her a couple of times in the last few weeks. She must be dreaming about having sex with someone there."
All three of us started laughing without any cheerfulness, just to let the steam out. Any other person could do such things, but not Ingrid. As the proverb says, she was married to her job. No one had seen or heard her doing or saying something out of her duties until we saw this video. It turned out that our Ice Queen had a hot heart, after all.
Words came from my heart to my mouth without going through my brain. "Ingrid has to know she is doing a wrong thing."
