Chapter 4

Karl spent most of his nights in clubs. His wife and daughter were back in the states so we could do whatever he liked and he liked using women. Belgrade was made for a man like Karl. He was always on the lookout for women he could take to his apartment and use as he had Sara. His slave at his command. Clubs were good hunting grounds. The women came in all shapes, sizes and ages. Karl had very broad tastes in women so almost all of them were candidates to be his next victim. Discos may have been unfashionable in the US but they seemed to be everywhere in Belgrade and they were filled with women. Just walking into one gave Karl an erection.

One night in a glitzy disco with swirling lights and pumping music, Karl saw a woman who attracted his interest. She was in her twenties and had long dark brown hair with blonde highlights. She had large breasts and a full ass. She was laughing as she whirled around the dance floor. In her body hugging short dress. She was obviously very drunk or otherwise high. She moved from man to man on the dance floor and then moved on. Karl watched her at work for awhile and his erection got even harder.

She finally took a break and went to one of the many bars in the club. Karl moved toward her, but before he could get to her through the dancing crowd two men came up behind her on either side of her. She looked at one and then the other and her smile disappeared. The men spoke to her but Karl was too far away to hear what was said. She spoke primarily to the smaller of the two men. The larger man had the look of a bodyguard. His coat was stretched tight across his chest and biceps. Karl recognized him as Serbian muscle. Belgrade was filled with such men and they usually worked for one of the many gangs in town.

They conversation continued with the girl shaking her head “no” a few times. After one such exchange the smaller man spoke to the muscle who took the girl by one of her arms. He firmly began pulling her away from the bar. She resisted but it was no use. The smaller man took he other arm and guided the group toward the back of the club, behind the DJ’s stage. Karl’s curiosity got the better of him and decided to follow them. He saw then disappear through a nearly invisible door in the back wall. He was a few seconds behind them, but he opened the door and went through. Behind was a dark hall with doors along each wall. The trio was not in sight and obviously gone into one of the rooms.

Karl slowly went down the hall listening for anything that might tell him where they had gone. At one of the last doors on the right Karl thought he heard muffled voices. He put his ear to the door and could hear a man’s voice and a woman’s voice responding. Karl looked around and saw that there was a smaller door next to this one. He tried the doorknob and it turned. He slowly opened the door and saw it was closet where the cleaning crew kept their carts and cleaning supplies. He entered and closed the door behind him. From here the voices in the next room were clearer. At the back of the closet was a ladder leaning against the wall joining the occupied room. Karl saw that the ceiling was made of drop in large tiles, the kind that hung from grids attached to the floor above. He climbed the ladder until his head was just below the ceiling. He gently pushed the tile upward and it rose. Lifting it a bit more gave Karl a view of the next room. He raised it just enough to see next door but not enough to be noticed by the room’s occupants.

The room was an office with a desk on the left facing the door on the right and two chairs in front of the desk facing it. There were tables flanking the desk with lamps on them which were on. The smaller man was sitting behind the desk while the girl stood in front of the desk watching him. The muscle was sitting in a chair against the wall with the door. Karl had a clear view of the entire scene.

“Katya, you owe us a lot of money,” said the seated man.