Malice Masterpieces Page 7

  Alice used every bit of her body to entice Sonja, her legs caressed up and down and occasionally wrapped around her waist, grinding slightly, suggestively, her breasts rubbed against the other woman’s, their nipples grazing each other, her hands were everywhere, caressing, kneading, and pinching, her nails coming into use occasionally. It was her lips and tongue though that drove the other woman insane as she tickled along her neck, her ear, and jaw. The whole combination was exciting them both as they rolled over again and again, one above, one below and their bodies wrapped around each other.

  Finally they began to play between each other’s legs as they sensed the need in the other, their passion was equally matched, driven higher by their knowledge of each other, their foreplay, they need to make the other feel as good as they were feeling. As their fingers rubbed, caressed, pinched, and plunged, playing with the wetness, their lips sucked, licked, and bit their way across each other, shoulders, necks, lips were all engaged in their passion. When they mutually exploded in each other’s arms they continued on as the aftershocks rippled through and they drove each other higher once again, and then again. Finally satiated they slept in each other’s arms, content for now, and knowing it wasn’t over, only beginning.

  When Alice woke up the next morning she turned over to see Sonja snoring slightly, completely worn out from the decathlon sex they had participated in the previous night. She smiled wryly; she had slept soundly and enjoyed herself immensely.

  “What are you smiling about? You look very self-satisfied.” Sonja smiled back up at her lover.

  “I thought you were asleep?”

  “I think I was waiting for you to turn over, nice to wake up to your pretty face.” She reached up to cup her cheek and fluff the amazing blonde hair that she envied.

  “Don’t you have to work today?”

  Sonja shook her head. “Banking holiday in England, so here too, good thing you came in yesterday.”

  Alice nodded pleased with the news. “What were you planning on doing today?”

  “Anything you want,” Sonja offered generously.

  “Anything?” Alice asked putting enough innuendo into the word that it could mean ANYTHING.

  Sonja nodded pleased with the blonde’s reply, she knew Alice could be outrageously inventive and she eagerly anticipated anything that was on her agenda.

  “Let’s go parasailing and snorkeling or perhaps scuba diving?” Alice smirked knowing that Sonja had anticipated a day in bed but if Alice wanted to go scuba diving she had to get it in a full 24 hours before she flew again. Something about not being able to fly and scuba dive in that period, it messed with the pressure in your head or something like that.

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay here for the weekend?” Sonja enticed indicating the bed they were both wrapped up in.

  “Yes, but I’m on vacation too, let’s go have fun,” and Alice rolled over her, stole a kiss but firmly held off her grasping hands to roll out of bed.

  “I thought this was fun,” Sonja laughingly pouted as she followed the curvy blonde to the bathroom for a bath together, they had a lot of fun ‘washing’ each other and playing in the tub that morning.

  Alice was as good as her word, booking a tour later in the afternoon to explore the reef offshore. Meanwhile Sonja convinced her to go to her class, a sort of tai bo class Jamaican style that combined a workout and a self-defense class. They were both left sweaty with burning muscles but feeling great. They agreed to meet at Alice’s hotel room after they both had bathed and changed.

  When Alice used her key card to go into her room she could immediately tell that someone besides the maid had been in there. There was a faint odor, perhaps sandalwood in the air. The maid had to of seen that the room didn’t need to be made up, the bed however was slightly askew, the mattress not lined up like Alice had left it. She carefully moved it to see that her case had been rifled through. Her fake passport examined and she used her ‘make-up’ brush to lift off several good finger prints and preserve them. They hadn’t found her laptop and while it wasn’t important to check her accounts today she left it where it was hidden. Carefully she put back her case and left the bed as she had found it. The room safe was ajar but as she had left it that way she wasn’t surprised. She found no fingerprints there. She was genuinely annoyed, her sixth sense had been right. Someone was following her but why? She hadn’t left a trail that anyone could follow other than just a casual trip. It would have cost someone a lot of money to follow her on impulse and she hoped she was a worthy quarry because there was nothing for anyone to find, at least this time. If their intent had been to rob her, the bonds were in the safety deposit box and the checks deposited in the bank, she had nothing of extreme value on her other than her jewelry and this wasn’t worth a whole hell of a lot.

  She bathed and noticed the maid must have left her new soaps; she ignored these, especially since she knew that someone other than the maid had been in here, who knew what they might have done to them. She used her own shampoo and smoothed it down her sweaty body to wipe it down. She left the room an hour after entering it and met up with Sonja in the lobby and pretended nothing had happened. As far as anyone watching her was concerned, nothing had. Her active mind though was speculating, wondering, and analyzing, she didn’t have a lot to go on and only two unrelated incidents to go on, or were they unrelated?

  Despite the worry on her mind, she had a wonderful time with Sonja going out on the boat and scuba diving, looking at the odd fish, and enjoying the beauty of the reef. Their guide was really good and they got a good show for their money. Alice tipped him well for the excellent service and he offered to take them out at night sometime. It sounded wonderful but Alice wasn’t in the mood. She and Sonja had other plans besides, they headed up from the docks to another quay where they were able to catch a parasailing excursion and take advantage of a spectacular sunset aloft from the ocean and being towed about fifty or more feet above it. Sharing it together, they were excited. That excitement translated to other ideas for both of them.

  “Let’s go back to your hotel,” Sonja pleaded when they came back down to the boat. It drove them back to the dock in the twilight, it was romantic, beautiful, and their feelings for each other lent to a feeling that only could be expressed physically.

  As they made their way back towards the taxi stand, Alice spun around quickly to look back at the sunset, she pretended she didn’t see the man who quickly hid behind a building. Sonja thought she was being romantic as her arm crept around the woman’s waist and held her tight to her side. All her instincts told her to go after this guy who was following her. Her thoughts were temporarily vicious but her countenance never betrayed what she was thinking. She let Sonja lead her to the taxi stand and they caught one to take them back to the hotel.

  They spent the weekend making wildly passionate love as Alice enjoyed her vacation. They made it out of the hotel long enough to go sight-seeing, having a native in the form of Sonja was a blessing as she could find all the hot spots that a normal tourist wouldn’t know about. The amazing beaches, the wonderful parties, and the whole Caribbean experiences was relaxing, except for the fact that a man and possibly a woman were following Alice.

  All too soon for both of them the weekend came to an end. Sonja had to return back to work and Alice to her home, although she seriously thought of continuing on to Europe. Whoever was following her, she could make it really expensive to continue. She knew a lot of the hot spots, she knew how expensive it could be to go some places, but at the same time, she wanted to know why he was following her, why she sensed he wasn’t alone, why and who he was… Kissing Sonja goodbye that last night together she escorted her to a taxi before waving her off. She knew she was being photographed, she heard the clicking of the shutter in the warm tropical air. How stupid was this stalker of hers? With digital it could have been silenced but an older camera and its shutter noises that carried, it was a dead giveaway. Maybe he wanted to be caught? She had to
carefully consider her next move.

  With that in mind she made reservations to go to Europe, she also made ones to return the way she had come. This might confuse someone, but if they were smart, they would figure it out quickly. Maybe she would split the two of them up, and she was almost certain there were two of them. She entered the elevator and got off on her floor. Walking towards her door she thought she heard a radio squelching noise. She continued past her room and towards the set of stairs at the end of the hallway. Using her shoulder, she never touched the door as she opened it. Going into the stairwell she simply hid behind the door. She heard rather than sensed the rush of feet that were following her. Someone looked through the square window into the stairwell, possibly hoping to see if Alice had gone up the stairs or down. She had done neither from her position behind the door. She felt the door begin to open and saw a woman come through. In an instant Alice recognized her from the plane. She turned to look up or down the stairs but never had a chance as Alice gave her a hearty push. Surprise was on Alice’s side. The woman tumbled down the short flight of stairs, momentarily stunned but Alice was above her instantly, ripping a radio from her hip. Using her small clutch purse in a manner that suggested something and using the woman’s imagination against she said, “Get up,” in an ominous voice.

  The woman shook off the bruises and cuts she had sustained on her roll down the flight of steps. She was still stunned though. Alice roughly helped her to her feet. Despite her small stature she was physically strong. She pushed the purse against the woman’s side and watched as her eyes began to bulge in her head.

  “Where is your room?” Alice asked conversationally. She hoped no one would come into the stairwell but it was late and unlikely.

  The woman started to shake her head but Alice pushed a little harder with the purse against her side and the woman stuttered, “Up-upstairs, next to yours.”

  Alice wondered if they had put drill holes through her wall to watch her or whatever else they had done besides rifle through her things. “Where is your key card,” she said quietly. No one would guess by her tone that she was furious inside, angry at having been spied on, pissed at the inconvenience of having to take care of this incidental on her little weekend away.

  “I I don’t have one,” the woman lied unconvincingly.

  Alice pushed her purse a little harder against her side and whispered conversationally, “Then you better shit out one before we get up these steps. I wouldn’t,” she warned as the woman made a sudden move, her wits beginning to come back to her.

  “It’s in my pocket,” she indicated her pants but kept her hands away from her body.

  “Using one hand and fingers only, slide it out,” Alice warned as she pushed slightly for the woman to begin walking up the stairs. Feeling like a bad B movie she added for effect, “Don’t try anything or it’s gonna get messy.”

  The woman slid out a key card and held it in her hand. She didn’t realize that this little bit of plastic hindered her from defending herself if Alice so chose to attack. In the instant it would take to drop it or use it defensively, an instant was all someone of Alice’s nature would use.

  As they reached the landing on the floor where they were both staying Alice said conversationally, “Open the door, slowly,” and then watched as the inexperienced woman did. Alice knew she had to be inexperienced because someone who was good at this, knew what they were doing, would know to attack, fight back, it was a public place, and Alice unarmed, or was she? Alice looked down the deserted hallway and nudged the woman along.

  They walked without incident to the room next to Alice’s. Alice was pressed to the woman’s side, holding her purse tightly against the woman who had begun to tremble. The woman was instructed to use her key card and as the light turned green and the click was heard, Alice pushed her slightly and said, “Don’t do anything foolish.”

  The room was nearly identical, the furniture on opposite sides of the room than her own. It was obvious two people were staying here by the clothing strewn about the room. The lights had been left on. Alice shook her head distastefully at the mess and the waste of electricity. She took the room in at a glance, looking for possible weapons and then thought perhaps they weren’t THAT stupid to leave them lying about.

  “Strip,” she told the frightened woman who balked at the idea but the threat that was in Alice’s purse seemed to change her mind and although she didn’t know what Alice had in there, it had felt real to her fevered imagination, and Alice seemed pretty confident in whatever it was. She began to take off her blouse, Alice watching every move. When she stood before Alice in her underwear she must have come to senses finally from her fall.

  “Wait, you don’t understand,” she began but Alice gave her a look that effectively silenced her.

  “Do you want to explain it all voluntarily or will I have to pull it from you,” she indicated her purse with her gesture. She waited patiently. People are interesting if you studied them long enough and Alice was a student of humanity. She knew this woman wanted to tell her something, possibly why they had been following her, but at the same time she was frightened, hurt, and out of her element.

  “You misunderstood,” she began.

  “Oh really?” Alice put enough sarcasm in her words that the woman was terrified.

  The radio in Alice’s other hand crackled, “Bev, I’m going to go get a drink, let me know if she leaves her room.”

  Alice looked at her prisoner, standing there in grandma panties and a bra that sagged her breasts. What a good set of underwear would have done for the woman! “Answer him, and it better be the right answer or the pain you felt falling down those steps will be nothing to what I do to you,” she said it without raising her voice, almost conversationally as she held out the radio but didn’t allow the woman to take it.

  “Okay, gotcha,” the woman answered into the radio as Alice pressed the button.

  There was a quaver in her voice but Alice decided to let it go. If they were cops, she should have answered ‘ten-four’ but if they were cops, they had no jurisdiction here in the Cayman’s. “Finish stripping,” she said as she indicated the granny panties and awful bra.

  The woman’s eyes bugged again and she began to shake her head. Alice never hesitated as she raised the radio and smashed it against the woman’s head, stunning her. Rarely does it happen like in the movies where you knock them out with one swipe. The stunning was enough. The woman whimpered and went down clutching her head and that gave Alice enough time to grab the two hotel robes hung by the door and their ties. She tied the stunned woman’s ankles together and helped her onto the bed. Using a cord she ripped from the socket and one of the lamps she tied the woman’s hands above her head to the headboard. When she began to protest, Alice tied the other robe tie across her mouth, effectively gagging her. As the woman began to get all her faculties she was shocked to find herself tied up and nearly helpless. She tried to rock her body and Alice pulled the cord from the television and another lamp and tied her spread eagled on the bed, now totally helpless. Alice was a little annoyed at the extra effort it had taken. Finding a knife in one of their suitcase, probably why it wasn’t in carry on, she cut off the woman’s underwear and bra, scaring her prisoner further, she noted the woman must wear her underwear for a minimum of two days, it needed changing from its dingy appearance. Looking up she realized that the drapes were open, and that probably wasn’t a good idea. She closed them and could hear the muffled pleadings of her prisoner.

  Ignoring the woman she found in a makeup bag plastic surgical gloves and slipped them on. She carefully wiped wherever her hands had come in contact with their possessions, including the knife. The woman’s bulging eyes seemed huge as she watched Alice’s preparations. Alice went through their belongings with an almost professional detachment. She found identification for the woman but it told her nothing other than her name was Bev Hanneman from South Carolina and a home address. Alice looked at it closely, memorized it and put i
t back the way she had found it. There was nothing in their luggage that told her why they were following her, what they were looking for, or what they were doing here. She saw no signs that they had drilled into her room to look or any high tech equipment besides the radio. And that was an old Motorolla set like cops had used years ago. She thoroughly searched under the beds, the mattresses, in the dressers, looking against the air space that was between the drawers and the tops or bottoms, she found nothing. She checked behind them, she checked the bathroom, nothing. She spied two old Nikon cameras, in this day and age she was surprised they weren’t digital, also disappointed. There was no way to tell what the film contained. She wound it up and removed it, slipping it into her purse for later. Frustrated she looked at the woman spread eagled on the bed watching her search.

  She wasn’t worth looking at. The granny panties alone had given Alice a clue to the type of woman she was dealing with. Overweight, not interested in improving herself, kind of homely, she must have given up on her femininity. Alice felt that was so wrong. She herself was proud of the looks that God had bestowed on her, blessed really, she could never let herself go to pot like this woman. Whatever she was, she wasn’t good at what she did. The ease in which Alice had taken her had proven that. The woman pulled at her bonds, tightening the knots imperceptibly that Alice had tied around each of her splayed limbs, making her vulnerable to her quarry’s gaze.

  “So who are you Bev Hanneman?” Alice asked addressing her directly.

  The woman shook her head. The tie across her mouth wasn’t painful as the ones spreading her arms and legs, but it was alarming, she was beginning to feel claustrophobic.

  Alice approached her, playing with the small knife she had used to cut off the woman’s underwear. Gently she took the tie from the woman’s mouth. “Talk to me,” she said quietly, authoritatively.