Chapter 7

The late afternoon sun filtered through the gauze-like curtains covering the windows, and Penny's eyes fluttered once and then opened wide. She was refreshed from the nap she had taken to prepare herself for the evening ahead and she stretched languidly, enjoying the feline look of her young body in the mirrors around her.

The spring of her wedding to Robert had passed into fall, and now it was almost wintertime, but the Turkish sun was still strong and warm. She had spent a lot of time sunning and swimming in Nisli's private pool, and her body was no longer the pure innocent white it had been such a short time ago. It was faintly apparent also that she had matured more than she should have in the last few months-tiny crow's feet were becoming barely visible at the corners of her eyes. Her makeup was a little heavier these days too, but one who had not known her before would not have noticed her worldliness. She still retained the fresh sparkle in her light blue eyes and the youthful eagerness in her body. In fact, she could feel that eagerness coming to the forefront of her mind as she waited for Robert to come to pick her up for the latest project they were working on for Nisli.

The maturing blonde had actually enjoyed the past few months more than she would have believed possible. She had been with many different men, often two or three at the same time, and she seemed to be more and more demanding every day. It was getting to the point now where she couldn't be satisfied unless she had a constant diet of lovers, and if it hadn't been for Nisli's continuing attentions, she felt she would have gone out of her mind. Poor Robert just couldn't stand the pace she required any more, especially since he spent so much time seducing other women for Nisli's purposes as well as his own pleasure. She didn't blame him for his inability to meet her needs- probably no one man could have.

She and Robert had a good deal going with Nisli, and they had done well over the past few months. She smiled to herself at the ease with which they had made the arrangement that first week in Nisli's mansion, and she mentally went over the secret bank account they had been building up with commissions from Nisli. At first she had been deeply resentful of Robert for the life he had led her into, but her personal

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use a knife-a bigger, sturdier knife, one with which he could miss the bulls-eye somewhat and still cause death. The stores would be open tomorrow.

One hell of a honeymoon, he thought. Begun in the highest hopes and with youthful, innocent emotions when they flew to London, and then degree by degree-the bright prospects being replaced by degradation after degradation until now at last here he was lying in a cheap hotel plotting a murder he had every intention of carrying out. He'd come full circle now-from complete happiness to complete hell, and in just a matter of days. One horrible hell of a honeymoon.

But there was one little thing he had to do to make it better.

The next day he found a cutlery shop-a fancy place that sold fine steelware and kitchen and camping knives of every description. He had the kitchen knife wrapped as a gift, and then out on the street broke out laughing at his odd, near-lunatic composure and threw the wrapping paper in a trash basket. The knife he tucked in his jacket pocket.

Walking through the daytime crowds of Munich he felt contented with the secret of what he had stashed in his jacket; he felt light and carefree with just his attache case and a weapon, all of his belongings waiting in a luxury hotel in London several hundred miles and several cultures distant. No one knew him here,

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"Better get some clothes on in a hurry," he told her in a thick voice. "Or I just might have to fuck you myself before we go. And I'll need all my energy tonight if things go according to plan." He reached out and playfully tweaked her pinkly erect nipples, sending shivers of pleasure rippling over her belly.

"That's not such a bad idea, lover," she replied in a coquettish tone. "But you know that it's strictly against the rules."

Nisli had made it clear to them that they were perfectly free to do anything they wanted, but on days when they had an assignment for him, they had to conserve all their passion for the object of his designs.

This time it was the daughter of a wealthy Englishman. Nisli had had his eye on the girl for a long time, and he had received word that she was on the verge of starting her first affair. She had gone out of the city ahead of her potential lover to wait for him at the same motel on the Dardanelles where Penny had gone that night which seemed so many eons ago. Nisli had arranged for the girl's young boy friend to be held up on business in Istanbul until Penny and Robert could have a chance to get to her. Nisli wasn't afraid of any repercussions if he succeeded in obtaining the girl-he could have kidnapped the daughter of the Queen of England if he wanted to. His millions protected him better than the whole Turkish army could. Besides, he had told them in the planning talk the night before, he controlled practically every source of income the English girl's father depended upon, and if it came right down to it, he could threaten him with total ruin. But he didn't think it would be necessary; he had too many other possibilities for covering himself.

However, this was one foray which Penny didn't look forward to with much relish. Nisli had told her that she would have to somehow distract Osman long enough for Robert to get to the girl, and Penny remembered the clerk at the motel only too well. She hurriedly gulped down her glass of whitish raki and stood up before she could think about him too much and change her mind.

Robert watched her as she clothed her body with silk underwear and a mini-dress that did little to cover her physical charms, and in a few minutes she was ready to go. She thought it was a waste to wear such expensive clothing for that wealthy Turk's benefit-what she was wearing cost more than her whole bridal costume had a few months back, but she owned nothing now except the very best.

"All right, Romeo," she said with a short laugh, her sensual lips turning up in a practiced little seductive smile. "Let's hit the road."

Whistling softly to himself in the motel office, Osman put on his blazer to go on duty for the evening. He had been watching the young English girl for two nights now, and he could tell she was nervously waiting for some man to show up. He wasn't going to wait any longer. Tonight was the night, and he had carefully prepared the way both previous evenings by solicitously offering her one of his special drinks-without his special blend of drugs. Tonight, however, would be different. He would put in more brandy than usual so that she wouldn't notice the change in taste, and then... he licked his lips greedily at the thought. Perhaps he would telephone one of his new contacts in Istanbul and make arrangements to sell them the girl when he was finished, but he would see about that. First he wanted to be sure of getting what he wanted. He still hadn't forgotten his mistake with Nisli and Madame Afet months ago when the American girl had been there.

He removed from his street clothes the tiny chunk of oily hashish he had bought that morning from a gypsy, and put it into his blazer pocket. In his mind he was running over the past two nights when he had secretly watched the English girl in her bath. Luckily for him, she was one of those who liked to read in bed every night, giving him ample time to enjoy looking at her sensuous body lounging on the bed. Twice he had masturbated from the exciting picture she made lying with her legs splayed out while she concentrated on her reading. But tonight he wouldn't have to waste his precious load of sperm. He would shoot it up into her smooth white belly until she was filled to brimming with the hot juices of his lust. He felt the eager tickling begin down in his testicles and moaned softly as he smiled in anticipation.

A little later, after he had said good-night to his fellow workers and was now completely alone in the office, he was about to make the drink for the girl, when he noticed the lights of a car entering the drive. He thought it had stopped and was going to turn around to head back in the other direction on the highway, but then it moved forward again and he cursed harshly under his breath as he went out to meet it.

"Have you got a vacancy?" Penny asked him in a flirting tone as he opened the door of the taxi. She almost laughed out loud at the way his mouth fell open when he recognized her. She would have no trouble at all keeping him occupied, she thought, noticing the way his eyes bored into the "vee" up between her thighs when she slid across the car seat to get out.

"Of course, Madame," Osman answered, falling almost immediately back into his obsequious manner. He couldn't imagine how this little bitch had got out of Nisli's hands, but he was secretly glad she had. And this time, he swore to himself, we'll see if you can get out of being screwed within an inch of your life. He knew the same method of drugging her drink wouldn't work, but he would think of something.

With her new understanding of men, Penny could almost see the thoughts running through his mind, and this time she pretended not to be so aloof. She took his arm when he offered to help her out of the taxi, and she smiled with a practiced coy innocence as she thanked him.

"I don't suppose I could have number fourteen," she asked when they were inside, watching the reaction on his face.

"I'm sorry, Madame," he replied, pretending to look it up in the register. "That cabin is occupied at the moment."

Penny had been positive that the English girl would be in that room, especially after hearing about the peephole from Nisli, and she knew that by now Robert would be knocking at her door. He had jumped quickly from the taxi before it had driven on down to the office and would have no trouble finding the proper cabin.