Chapter 4

Back in Munich, miles away from the spine chilling horror at Edward Pembroke’s complex, the man himself was enjoying a cocktail in his hotel lobby. The dinner had gone well, and as they left, Pembroke had been pleasantly surprised to receive a note. “See you at your hotel, 11.30, F”.

Frieda had gone home with her daughter and her husband. Heidi gushed about how much she had enjoyed the evening while Frieda was anxious to get home, and get ready to go back out again.

Eldar was happy to hear her excuse about going for an early night to her own bedroom. He could barely sleep in the same room as her, and alone in his bedroom, went through his gallery of pictures, hidden camera footage of his step-daughter Heidi, in the shower, getting changed, and masturbated furiously. Soon, the gorgeous young nymphet would be his, and her gold digging mother would be out of his life for good!

Pembroke had thought to order a prostitute, but stayed while he waited to see if Frieda would come. Finally, at 11.45, a woman in a black trench coat and baseball cap and glasses wandered into the lobby. She caught Pembroke’s eye, and smiled.

“Oh Edward” she breathed into him. “I could not wait to see you again.”

“We just finished dinner not two hours ago” smiled Pembroke.

Frieda, grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. “Let’s go to your room.”

Pembroke couldn’t believe that Mr. Hasanov was tired of Mrs. Hasanov’s body. Her breasts were still full and perky, and her nipples were long and firm, bringing pleasure to his tongue as he lavished them with attention. She moaned and sighed with delight as he took his time exploring every inch of her perfect form: from her neck to her breasts, down her toned stomach, and into the warm, inviting space between her legs.

“Make love to me, Edward,” she begged him. Pembroke eagerly obliged, losing himself in the taste and texture of her slick petals. The combination of sweetness and tanginess was intoxicating as he delved deeper into her core.

Frieda moaned in pleasure as she wrapped her thighs around his head, running her fingers through his thick wavy hair and feeling the rough prickles of his stubble against her skin. His skilled tongue brought her to the brink of orgasm. “You should use a condom,” she gasped, sliding off him and lying back on the bed with her legs spread wide. Pembroke quickly tore open the wrapper and rolled it onto his erection, admiring Frieda’s body as he did so. He couldn’t pass up this opportunity to fuck her. With the condom in place, he entered her and pressed his lips against hers, eagerly engaging in a passionate kiss.

They spent hours making love. Pembroke loved these kinds of connections, sex was something he had on tap in the complex. But this kind of passionate lovemaking was not something that sex slaves could offer, although some girls had come close.

“Frieda laid her head on Pembroke’s chest, kissing him softly. ‘You are such a great lover, Edward. Will you come back to Munich soon?’

‘Yes, soon, I promise. But Frieda, I feel so ... bad. Eldar ... he is a friend.’

‘Eldar doesn’t have friends. He never mentioned you before. He thinks of people like you as units he can move around, trust me,’ Frieda said, sitting up and staring into his eyes. ‘I wish I could leave him, but I need his money. Soon, though. Now that Heidi is eighteen.’

Her breasts swayed gently, her hard nipples brushing over his chest hair as she played with his hair. ‘Then I can be free to see other men.’

‘Do you ... do this often?’ Pembroke asked cautiously.

‘No! The bastard has been trying to catch me out for years, but I never get caught. I’m too careful,’ she grinned wickedly at him. ‘I’m very good at covering my tracks. He’s hired private detectives in the past, so I know how to make sure there’s no trace of where I go.’

‘Good,’ Pembroke smiled, though inwardly he thought this would make his job all the easier.

‘But to be honest, I should just leave him. I have enough money,’ Frieda continued, lying back on the bed. ‘God, this is not a life. I need to get away from him. Edward, how well do you know him?’

‘To be honest, it’s really just business... ‘

She turned back to him, her hot body pressing against his, and looked deeply into his eyes with her bright blue eyes.

“He is a pervert, I think he wants my daughter, Heidi, I cannot prove it. But I know it. I catch him looking at her. She complains that her panties go missing all the time. I feel so bad I have put her in danger by being with him.”

“‘You sound like a good mother,’ Pembroke said, kissing her blonde hair. ‘I can tell your daughter means everything to you. Why not leave him, then?’

‘Maybe I should,’ Frieda murmured, considering his words. ‘Edward, are you married?’

Pembroke smiled. ‘Divorced. I have a fifteen-year-old daughter, a little younger than Heidi. Look... ‘“

He pulled out his wallet. It was a picture of a smiling Edward Pembroke with a smiling teenage girl who looked like him. The photo was taken at the complex, the girl in the photo was a slave, who had been forced to have brutal dehumanising sex before and after the photo. But it had worked, and melted Frieda’s heart.

“Oh Edward, I can sense you are, underneath all your salesmanship, a kind man at heart. You need a woman to look after you.” She kissed him on the mouth. She wondered, could he be a future husband or stepfather material? Could he help her look after Heidi?

Pembroke kissed her back, his arousal growing as it brushed against the wet skin between Frieda’s legs. He cupped her breasts again, kissing her more passionately. With a firm grip, he pushed her onto her back and tugged on her hair as his cock found her entrance and entered her once more.

As he pumped her, he looked deep into her eyes. Was she about to leave Hasanov? If she was, then the whole reason for her death was gone. He inhaled her perfumed neck as he considered that if he seduced her away from her husband, he might, according to his pre-nup, avoid having to pay her anything. She would be happy as would Eldar.

But as he pumped harder, he told himself this could not happen. He had made a professional promise, and women were fickle anyway. As he climaxed into the condom, he kissed her again, and smiled at her, taking a wicked delight in his knowledge of her awful imminent demise as she kissed him back.

She gave her lover a smile and said, ‘I should probably head back now. I need to wake up early.’ As she stood up, her stunning figure still glowing with radiance, her toned buttocks bouncing as she put on her thong again.

‘Why don’t we meet tomorrow before I leave?’ Pembroke suggested.

‘I’d love that,’ Frieda replied, grinning. ‘But I have to be careful. I’ve been making excuses for too long. Oh, wait! Heidi is performing at a concert at Nymphenburg Palace tomorrow. Why don’t you come along? I can slip away for an hour or two afterward.’

‘Are you sure you won’t get caught?’ Pembroke asked, pretending to be worried. ‘You need to be careful, Frieda. We wouldn’t want your husband finding out about our affair—it could hurt both our business and your marriage!’

‘Yes, of course,’ Frieda reassured him as she fastened her bra and hugged him tightly. Pembroke enjoyed her aroma once more. He was making plans, he would make sure she disappeared, but wondered again if he could find a place for her among his merchandise, or even as a trainer? She just seemed too kind, too well put together, to be moulded into such a twisted role. No, he smiled wistfully at her, it would be best for everyone, other than her and Heidi, if that beautiful body would be brought to an imminent end soon.

“It would be nice to go back to analogue times,” Pembroke smiled. “No phones, just a meeting point.”

“Yes, right?” Frieda laughed, slipping on her dress. “I’ll leave my phone at home—better to enjoy Heidi’s music without any distractions. No way for him and his pesky detectives to track me.”

“But what about Heidi?” Pembroke asked, feigning concern. “She’s a big girl, but I’d hate for her to be alone and unprotected while you’re with me. Munich can be a bit unpredictable.”

Frieda’s expression softened with concern. “I know she’s eighteen, but she’s still my baby girl. I worry about her, especially when I’m not around.”

Pembroke nodded thoughtfully. “I completely understand. Maybe ... what if you arranged for her to visit a specific spot after the concert, something she’d find interesting? It would keep her occupied and safe until you’re free.”

Frieda considered this. “I suppose I could suggest a place she’d like, but it has to be somewhere that won’t raise her suspicions. I don’t want her to feel like I’m pushing her away.”

Pembroke smiled, an idea forming. “How about this—I’ll arrange for a special ‘surprise’ for her after the concert. Maybe a unique little shop or a cozy café with a gift waiting for her. You could tell her it’s a reward for her performance, something you planned in advance. That way, she’ll be excited and won’t question why she’s going there alone.” Frieda’s eyes lit up, but she still hesitated. “That could work, but ... are you sure it’s safe? She really is very innocent, Edward. I don’t want anything to happen to her.”