Lena wakened quickly and looked at the bedside clock. If she was going to go with Chris she would have to hurry. Gently prying herself free of Stephi's loving grasp she ran to the bathroom.
It was almost eleven when, dressed in appropriate attire, 501 jeans, Tattersal shirt and brown leather loafers she answered Chris' knock.
Chris looked admiringly at Lena's attire which was virtually a perfect match of her own. "Aren't we a couple of tawdry fashion plates? Guess if we're going to use the camouflage I'd better make my call." She walked to the phone and after glancing at a piece of paper she pulled from pocket she dialed. There was a long pause. Chris shrugged her shoulders and was just about to hang up when she heard Marilyn's sleepy voice.
"Hi Marilyn it's Chris; Chris Diamond; you remember?"
The answer though fuzzy was affirmative.
Chris apologized for disturbing her and then suggested that they meet to discuss Marilyn's proposition. When Marilyn requested a delay until the next afternoon Chris indicated both some urgency plus work requirements as reasons for an early meet.
The conversation went on for a while. Finally, Marilyn agreed meet Chris around one in the morning at a small bar on Melrose not too far from Hollywood.
Replacing the phone Chris turned to Lena and said, "She wasn't exactly thrilled but she had a much to ready alternative meeting place didn't she?"
"Yeah. Let's see if we can reach Joe. We have a while before we have to leave. I know that bar where she wants to meet. It's a homosexual bar for the folks into leather and hurting if you get my drift."
Chris tried reaching Joe at home but got no answer. Lena then took over. She called the station Joe worked out of and the possible alternatives they provided without success. After a good half hour of trying she leaned back in the chair. "Only word of importance was a message at his home station to, 'tell the Diamond woman her car has been bugged'. They don't know how to reach him."
"I noticed you didn't leave any message either."
"That's right. The fewer who know the less chance of spoiling this. It's drugs at the bottom of this you know?"
"Yeah but why go to all the trouble of getting nurses involved?"
"The drugs are smuggled in in condoms swallowed by the mules. You ostensibly will know how to remove the packages from the GI tract and what to do if one of the condoms should break. There have been more than a few deaths when cocaine or horse has been accidentally spilled into a mule's stomach."
"I understand and yet I don't," Chris said shaking her head.
"We can't wait so let's roll. We'll use your car and no talking. Sing, talk to yourself but don't let them know I'm in the car. That mean I get in from your side so that there's only one door slam," Lena said smiling.
"I honestly believe you're enjoying this," Chris laughed.
After donning sweaters the two women left the house.
The drive to the Melrose address took surprisingly little time. There appeared to be more than adequate street parking but Lena shook her head vigorously as Chris started to parallel park. She pointed to the sign indicating that the bar had "parking in the rear" and nodded her head.
The lot was almost empty. Chris looked for the red Ferrari but it was not there. Parking near an overhead light not far from the rear entrance to the bar Chris and Lena left the car being careful to maintain the secrecy of Lena's presence.
As they headed for the entry door Lena whispered, "Let me go in first. I'll find a table as near the back as possible. You give me a couple of minutes. Don't act as if you know me when you come in. If I think it necessary I'll make a blatant pass at you."
"OK." Chris replied turning and heading back to the car acting as if she had forgotten something. As she moved through the almost deserted parking lot she felt more than a little frightened. Nevertheless, she carried out her fake search for something in the car. Finally, she directed her steps toward the rear entrance of the bar again. On opening the door Chris was immediately struck by the smell of the place, a mixture of beer, cigarette smoke and sweat. The bar itself was seemed to favor crepuscular lighting probably as much to hide its tawdriness as to encourage drinking. It took Chris more than a few seconds to spot Lena sitting alone at a table off to one side of the front entrance to the place.
There were several other occupied tables. Among them Chris was conscious of one where two men were in amorous embrace and another with four large women all attired in leather of one form or another. She could find no one that seemed to represent Marilyn or members of her group.
Walking toward the bar, where scraggy haired woman stood arranging glasses, Chris feigned more bravado than she felt. She slid onto a stool and asked for a wine cooler. After paying for her drink she sat quietly surveying the room and sipping her insipid drink.
It didn't take long for Chris to be hit on. One of the large leather encrusted women swaggered up to Chris and pushed her red, swinish face into Chris', "You want to make it tonight dearie?"
"No thanks," Chris said trying hard not to let the effect of the smell of bad beer and worse teeth had on her.
Reaching for her arm the big woman said, "Come on once you try it you'll love it." The bar tender had, to Chris' relief, moved behind her. When the large woman grabbed Chris' arm she said, "Susie, get your ass back to your table or I'll have you thrown out again."
The big woman moved away muttering. Chris turned and to thank the bar tender who acknowledged her politeness by saying, "It was nothing. I figured you look good enough to eat so I'd hate to see you have the shit knocked out of you. Just what the hell you doing in a place like this?"
"Waiting for someone."
"You waiting for Betty Morales?"
"No but I know a Betty Morales does she come in here often."
The bar tender laughed. "If you know Betty Morales you know she comes anywhere. Only kidding. The woman I'm talking about is pretty with dark and big tits who wants to fuck the world."
"Sounds like we may be talking about the same woman. Do you expect her tonight."
"Hell yes – what the hell…"
There was the sound of a scuffle and Chris looked over to where Lena had been sitting. Lena seemed to be standing on something. The bartender moved from behind the bar and yelled, "You OK?"
Lena called back, "Yeah but get this dyke out of here before I kill her."
Chris followed the bartender to Lena's table and saw that the big women named Susie was on the floor and Lena had a foot on her neck and an odd grip on one of her arms. Susie's friends had not moved from their table.
As things settled down and Susie and her chums waddled out of the bar Lena whispered out of the side of her mouth, "Here comes the contingent."
Chris turned and waved to Marilyn and to Betty Morales who had just walked in. Both were dressed in clothes one could only find on Rodeo Drive. Marilyn walked over to where Chris was standing with Lena and said, "Was there some trouble a few minutes ago?"
"Yes. I walked over to see if this lady needed help," Chris answered. "Let's us go somewhere and talk."
"You know Betty Morales," Marilyn asked. Chris nodded to Betty who had not taken her eyes of Lena. Lena was equally enchanted, her eyes fixed on Betty's prominent cleavage. Marilyn laughed and said, "I guess she has something more important to take care off so we'll talk at another table."
As they moved toward the bar Chris saw Fred and Billy walk through the back door. They waved and gestured at a table near the door. Marilyn and Chris joined them.
"OK Chris what's up?" Marilyn asked. "Well I am interested in your offer. But I have heard some things about the private Valley hospitals that I wanted to discuss with another professional. I figured you could steer me to the right person or people."
"Oh sure. You could have asked that over the phone for God's sake."
"Not really. See I'm being pressured to stay. So even when I called you there were friends from the hospital around and I don't want everybody knowing my business."
"I understand. How about we all go back to my place and we can discuss this and maybe have a little party," Marilyn said, with what she thought was a licentious leer.
Chris had seen Lena and Betty leave. She was rather surprised that Lena would let her libido override her concern for Chris' safety. Chris obviously would have to play out the hand as best she could.
"Thanks for the invitation Marilyn. Ordinarily I would love to go back to the Valley but it's the wrong time for me," Chris said trying hard not to look at the two silent men.
"OK. Tell you what we better hurry back I'll call you with names of who to contact tomorrow," Marilyn said starting to get up.
"Uh-uh. Wont work Marilyn. If you leave messages they're screened at the hospital. And a home I don't have an answering machine. Give me a name or two now." Chris knew that Joe needed all the time he could get to search so she had to try and stall.
Marilyn fumbled around in her purse. Chris saw a small plastic bag of white powder fall to the floor. She bent to retrieve it but Billy was much faster. "No wonder she always looks like she has just been wakened," Chris thought. She was sure that what she had seen was coke.
Finally Marilyn found a small note pad and a pen. She scribbled a couple of names and phone numbers down and handed the to Chris. "Call these guys tomorrow afternoon. That way I'll have contacted them and they'll know who you are."
"Great. Can I buy you all a drink before we split."
Fred and Billy looked at Marilyn. She hesitated and then said, "Yeah you all order, get me a martini. I'll go to the can meanwhile."
Chris walked to the bar and felt Fred's hot breath on her neck as she leaned forward to order for everyone. She turned quickly and said, "Not now Fred," feigning anger she did not feel.
The bar tender served the drinks just as Marilyn, perky and smiling, reached the table. "That's better," she said grabbing Billy's arm and rubbing her ample breasts against it. "You sure a little party wouldn't suit you Chrisie?"
"Absolutely. I'm not into it when I fall off the roof."
They sat for a few minutes more. It was evident that Marilyn was really lit up. She had steered Billy's hand to one breast and she had the dazed, anxious look of a woman ready to cream at any moment.
Chris said, "I guess I'll head home now. Thanks for coming out."
She went to the bar dropped a five dollar bill as a tip and walked out to the parking lot. "Where in the hell is Lena?" she murmured. As she went to unlock the car door she saw someone moving in the back seat of the car parked next to hers. She slid into he seat and slumped down to wait and watch.
In a few moments the person in the next car turned her face toward Chris, it was Betty. Her eyes were closed and she was moving her head from side to side, her mouth open and her bare shoulders shaking.
As Chris watched Betty sat straight up her large, firm breast shining in the parking lot light. Chris expected to see Lena's head come up but it was Fred's face that she next saw.
Then Chris heard a soft whisper from the back seat, "Make a noise."
Chris began to hum and rattle her keys while Lena crawled from the back seat into the front passenger seat. Then Chris started the car and drove off certain that the two lovers in the next car were too involved to have seen Lena.
The drive back to the house was quiet, quick and easy.
Once out of the car Chris turned on Lena and said, "Some back up you were. Her big knockers really turned you into a jellyfish."
Lena smiled. "Those are sure perky boobs. That woman is a living, breathing sex machine. I was just following orders you know?"
"I don't get it. Explain please."
As they walked up the driveway Lena told Chris about Joe's suspicions and instructions. "Joe believes that Betty is close to the top in the smuggling operation. They have known about her for some time. She is inclined to feel that she is invulnerable perhaps because she has influential people in her pocket."
"Joe told me to go with you and if the opportunity presented itself I was to get to know her. I did that better than he anticipated. You however, were never without protection. The four ladies in leather were part of Joe's group – only one was really a woman."
"How did he know where we were going to be?" Chris asked.
"Why don't you ask him he's waiting inside I'll bet," Lena said skipping up the stairs and into the house.
Joe was sitting in the soft chair sipping a cup of cocoa and talking with Stephi. He stood when Lena and Chris walked in. Smiling warmly he said, "I'm glad it went as it did. We got our information out of Marilyn's home – it's not hers by the way – she rents it from a couple of Betty's friends."
Chris went into the kitchen and called to Lena, "Where do you keep the cocoa? It smells so good I'd like some."
Stephi strolled in and said, "Go sit down I'll make some for both of you carousers." When the group was fully assembled again they tried to get information out of Joe. He declined to discuss the case. Instead he asked Chris for what information she got out of Marilyn.
Chris handed him the names and numbers of the people she was to contact. She also mentioned her suspicions about Marilyn being a coke head.
Lena confirmed her suspicions saying, "Betty told me that she is very concerned about Marilyn. She said 'she has a big habit'."
After a little more gossiping Joe rose and started to say goodnight. Chris took his arm and asked if she might talk with him in private. After saying good night the Lena and Stephi thy walked upstairs to Chris' apartment.
As soon as they stepped across the threshold and closed the door Chris turned to Joe and threw her arms around him. "Darling please don't leave me tonight."
Joe held her tight and whispered between fervent kisses, "Were you that frightened?"
"No you idiot. I'm that turned on by you. I need you Joe."
Chris' hands worked at her rumpled lover's shirt buttons as they moved, as in a slow dance, toward Chris' bedroom. By the time they reached the bed Chris had Joe out of his shirt and most of the way out of his pants as well. Giving him a gentle shove Chris got him onto the bed. She opened her shirt and left it hanging around her arms whispering, "Undress me please my love."
Joe's hands moved quickly to her slacks and slipped them down so that they rested around Chris' ankles. He then took her rigid, full nipples in his fingers and rolled them back and forth.
Chris gasped and as her legs grew weak with desire she slipped slowly down until she was sitting on the floor. Her hands reached for Joe's erect, pink cock and she pulled it and him to her. Her eager mouth slid over Joe's throbbing organ and as he began tugging at Chris' nipples she slid her mouth down his organ letting her teeth graze the sides of his sensitive shaft.
Lifting her hips Chris was able to straddle Joe's right leg and as she moved her head she rubbed her pulsating, wet cunt with increasing fury against Joe's leg. She felt Joe stiffen and then tasted his massive explosion as it filled her hungry mouth.
It was only moments later, while Joe's cock still beat against her lips and tongue, that she felt the sudden uncontrollable warmth of her orgasm sweep through her body squeezing her cunt and anus with a fury that made her groan with delight.
After a time Chris' orgasms passed and she lay panting her head resting on Joe's firm muscular thigh. Joe's gentle, strong hands stroked her now disheveled, lush blond hair lovingly. With a sudden resolve Joe lifted Chris onto the bed and stretched out beside her to rest. It was close to six in the morning when Joe wakened. He looked ruefully at the clothes he was still tangled in. Chris was sleeping peacefully beside him. Leaning over he kissed her gently his heart beating faster as both desire and love for his ardent lover moved him.
Smiling sleepily Chris stretched and reached out for Joe. She giggled as she saw that her hands were still entangled in the now rumpled shirt she had worn. Slipping it off with difficulty she drew her bed partner close and kissed him tenderly. She felt his strong hands move over her body and she quivered with sudden burning desire. Her hands reached for Joe's firm, erect cock and thrusting her hips up in eager anticipation she guided it deep into her already drenched cunt.
Joe's slow thrusts against her gyrating pelvis were like sword strokes of pure delight. She whimpered and gasped as their rhythms of love joined. Her graceful legs wrapped themselves around her muscular lover and her delicate hands grasped and scratched at his smooth, solid back.
She felt him stiffen and then as his prick picked up the beat of his orgasm she shrieked with the indescribable ecstasy of her climax. Her yearning, avid cunt squeezed and sucked at the cock that filled her with joy. Her pelvis throbbed with spasm after spasm as she clung to her gentle, skillful lover.
It was late in the morning when Joe gently pried himself from Chris' tender grasp. Kissing her soft lips, parted slightly in peaceful sleep he whispered, "I'll see you tonight love."
He quickly bathed and dressed in his now understandably rumpled clothes. Then gliding silently out of the room and down the stairs he headed for his home and a fresh wardrobe.
Despite the belated start he hoped this day would be the last one for his odd case that combined dope smuggling and trafficking in human misery. He also hoped it would be the day that would allow him to start a new life with the passionate, lovely Chris.
Meanwhile Chris lay peacefully sleeping. Renewing the strength and the ardor she had so willingly and lovingly spent the night before. Her pleasant dreams were interrupted by a light tapping on the front door of the flat.
Slipping into a light robe she ran barefoot to answer the summons. Stephi flushed and panting from her morning five mile run stood in the door way.
"Let's have breakfast downstairs."
"Great. Let me shower and slip into a sweat suit or something and I'll join you," Chris said.
Trotting back into the closed bedroom Chris smiled wistfully at the wrinkled, love stained sheets on her bed. She quickly gathered them up and piled them in the corner. Pulling fresh bed linen from a drawer in her dresser she remade the bed before showering.
About forty-five minutes later she ambled down the stairs, her arms filled with dirty linen. Stephi wordlessly helped her put everything in the washing machine and then said, "Judging from that you can use more than just cereal and milk for breakfast."
Chris blushed and giggling replied, "Bacon and eggs plus cereal would be much better."