Chapter 5

Pembroke enjoyed the sights of the young tourists and office workers bustling along the Marienplatz. He especially enjoyed watching the long legs of the office girls striding to work, admiring their toned figures as they emerged from figure-hugging pencil skirts and sleeveless dresses. He smiled at a flustered tourist family, the matronly mother in a modest baggy dress, corralling her young daughters, each one stopping to stare into shop windows or inspect a fire hydrant. Each daughter, with one being younger than the other, wore short shorts of varying colors that hugged their bodies tightly. These shorts left little to the imagination, revealing their curves and emphasizing their butt cheeks. The fabric was so thin, it was almost like they were wearing underwear instead. Their thighs and buttocks were on full display, looking luscious and enticing.

Pembroke grinned as he watched the worried mother. If she knew what predator was lurking nearby, her concern would be justified. With the increasing instability and crime waves sweeping through Europe, leaving a young girl unattended was a recipe for disaster. Pembroke couldn’t deny that unaware tourists abroad were excellent sources for young female flesh as he took a last appreciative look at the small tight buttocks of the young girl running after her mother, before he turned into a side street.

Dmitri Ruskov and Nadim Darwish were sitting together in the café, having a late breakfast and warmly greeted their boss. Both men had been vile criminal perverts before they had been recruited by Pembroke. Nadim, a Syrian, was a pilot who had flown in the company plane earlier this morning, while Dmitri was an ex military Russian thug. They both enjoyed unlimited access to beautiful young women at his complex and a life of travel outside it and neither had any qualms about the nature of the business or the brutal torture and other methods needed to procure and keep the girls in line. Nadim had proven his loyalty by arranging the kidnap and enslavement of his young cousin in Syria and had been thrilled to repeatedly rape and torture her in captivity. Dmitri had proven himself adept at performing a series of kidnappings and the girls were visibly frightened in his presence.

“Hello, guys,” Pembroke greeted as he settled in, ordering a traditional Bavarian breakfast—Weißwurst, pretzels, and sweet mustard—from the pretty young waitress. As they enjoyed their meal, Pembroke discussed the plans with the men, their conversation flowing easily over the plates of hearty German food. After finishing his breakfast, he joined them outside, where he looked over his associates’ two mopeds parked by the street, each trailing portable air conditioning units.

“A nice way to see Munich,” Pembroke smiled, his mind drifting back to the test runs they’d conducted along the arid Turkish flatlands. He remembered how girls of Heidi’s height and taller had been forcibly contorted inside the same boxes, disguised as air conditioning units, and driven around or towed by motorcycles. The tests had gone well—no girls had been seriously hurt.

He sighed, thinking again of Frieda’s impending fate. She could be useful—a disposable female for testing purposes in these kinds of schemes, given his need for DIY solutions for each procurement. Or perhaps, even more darkly, as a convenient charred corpse to replace a target. But, Mr Havalov’s instructions were firm.

---------- Heidi and Frieda cut delightful figures in the midday sun as they made their way to the concert, both exuding a graceful beauty that turned heads. Heidi’s elegant dress clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her youthful curves as she prepared to play the violin. Her long, smooth legs peeked out with every step.

Beside her, Frieda looked equally stunning, her classy dress hugging her figure in all the right places, showcasing her ample cleavage. She watched her daughter with adoration, proud of her achievements and anticipating her rendezvous with Pembroke later. Heidi shone with happiness as she bowed to the audience at the end, her cheeks flushed with shyness and her mouth wide with joy as she spotted her mother smiling and clapping enthusiastically. She stepped off the stage carefully, mindful not to flash anyone her underwear as her sparkling little dress rode up her thighs. Her knees spread slightly to negotiate the steps, adding a touch of endearing awkwardness to the moment. Giggling nervously, she embraced her mother, tears of pride welling up in her eyes as they shared the joy of her achievement.

“Oh, Mummy, that felt amazing!” Heidi exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over as she bounced up and down like a child, despite the elegant dress that made her look so grown-up.

“Heidi, you are so wonderful!” Frieda exclaimed, kissing her daughter’s forehead. “And so beautiful!”

The two women walked out of the concert hall into the sunshine. Frieda felt the warmth on her legs, and the heat between her thighs intensified as she thought of her impending rendezvous with Pembroke.

“Sweetheart,” Frieda said, turning to Heidi, “I have a little surprise for you.” She handed her an envelope. “It’s a present for you, but you have to go get it!” She winked playfully at her daughter. “I’ll join you later. I just need to pick up some special things for your father and you—and that’s a secret too!”

“But Mummy, I thought we could spend today together?” Heidi pouted slightly, her excitement giving way to a hint of disappointment.

“We will!” Frieda reassured her, cupping Heidi’s face gently. “I just need a little time. You know I don’t like bringing my phone out, but I can meet you at that place around 6 p.m. Is that okay?”

“Okay, Mummy,” Heidi smiled, her disappointment fading. “I guess I’ll see you soon then.” She kissed her mother on the cheek before setting off toward the Giesing area.

---------- Frieda Hasalov felt out of place and awkward as she walked along Tegernseer Landstraße in Giesing. The “love hotel” Pembroke had mentioned turned out to be an Airbnb in a mixed part of the city she had never visited before, which unsettled her. Eager to show off her beautiful dress and lacy underwear to her beau, she nonetheless didn’t want to be recognized as the wife of a billionaire or attract unwanted attention. To stay discreet, she threw on a long, modest robe, added sunglasses, and wrapped a headscarf around her hair as she navigated the unfamiliar streets.

When she reached the address, she buzzed the room number and was quickly let in. The building felt rickety, and the sounds of families inside heightened her nerves. As the apartment door opened, Frieda hesitated, unsure of what to say. But her worries eased when she saw Edward Pembroke, handsome and grinning, standing there in a bathrobe with a bottle of champagne in hand.

“We don’t have much time,” Frieda whispered urgently as she hungrily tossed aside her sunglasses and robe. Her hands slid under his robe, exploring the hard planes of his skin and the roughness of his hairy chest. She gripped his hair, pulling him closer as she kissed him passionately.

Pembroke’s hands roamed over her light dress, tracing the fabric down to the hem before sliding them up the sides of her thighs. He relished the sensation of her smooth skin beneath his fingertips, moving upward until he encountered the textured material of her panties. His hands continued their ascent, gliding over the curves of her hips and waist, before reaching the firm ridge of her bra, his touch lingering as he explored the contours of her body as she wriggled in response, her hips gyrating against his, as her tongue explored his mouth.

He swiftly pulled her dress over her head, his hands immediately cupping her bra before sliding down the length of her exquisite body. They had even less time than Frieda had anticipated, but Pembroke was determined to make the most of every moment.

Frieda parted his gown, her eyes locked on his as she grasped his erect cock in her hand. Without breaking their gaze, she slowly lowered herself to her knees, Frieda’s lips wrapped around his cock with deliberate slowness, her tongue expertly swirling and teasing as she moved with a practiced rhythm. Her hands rested firmly on his thighs, grounding herself as she worked. Pembroke let out a low groan, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair as he savored the sensation. Her tongue flickered against the sensitive tip of his cock, her warm breath and the slickness of her saliva bathing him in a wave of pleasure.

He unhooked her bra and lifted her onto the bed, crushing his lips to her tits as he greedily devoured and nipped at her nipples, eagerly grasping them with his hands. He lowered his face to between her legs and pushed his nose into the green fabric of her panties, inhaling her scent again, and licking the insides of her thighs, eliciting gasps from the her as she tweaked and played with her own nipples, sighing, imploring him to bring his tongue inside her.

He obliged, pulling the panties to one side, and ran his tongue up and down the glistening feminine flesh. He made a note to remember this taste and smell, wondering if Heidi would taste the same.

He then pulled the panties off with a feverish urgency, exposing her smooth, hairless lips and open mouth as she gazed up at him with insatiable desire. Hastily grabbing a condom, he positioned himself over her and breathed heavily into her open mouth, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. Frieda’s body trembled with anticipation as she had never felt this way about a man before. With a primal groan, Edward plunged his hot penis inside her, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. She desperately clawed at his back, marking him as her own as she surrendered to primal lust.