Heroine: The Husband's Cologne (26 page)

“Many thanks for your help and the excellent coffee. It was my pleasure that such a beautiful woman took her time to talk in such length with an insignificant cop like me. May I see you again? It would make me really happy!”

Without awaiting my reply he almost ran through the door. Before he disappeared in his truck he turned around briefly once more and raised his left hand.

“Oh, please forgive me. I’ve forgotten something. How could I. Where in fact were you last Tuesday?” He indeed copied this Lieutenant
Columbo!

First I had to fend off a panic attack and swallowed deeply before I could explain to him that I had been at my house that day like a good girl. He seemed satisfied with my answer and finally left. Through the window I watched his departure until I couldn’t see him any longer. Then I sank exhausted onto the couch. The panic feeling didn’t want to disappear and I didn’t know what to do. If I only could talk to somebody! Irene? Something held me back from that. She would make the chaos only bigger. I looked at my watch. Nine o’clock. The guy had spent a whole hour here. Norman! I calculated: nine plus nine – it was about six o’clock in the evening in Germany!

At Norman’s place nobody answered the phone. Norman still didn’t own a cell phone. I gave up. Then I remembered that sex had a quieting effect on me. I retreated to the bedroom, dropped my pants and threw myself on the bed. Shortly before eleven o’clock I woke up again and felt calm. My hand was still between my legs. I had made myself cum several times before I could fully relax.

Late that evening Daniel finally returned exhausted from work. As so often he had met with his superiors long after official hours trying to solve some important problems.

“Well, they demand that from managers”, he answered sharply when I carefully pointed that out to him. I actually wanted to inform him about the lieutenant’s visit but I postponed that subject to the next day.

“Darling, yesterday a cop came to the house. He’s investigating Alan’s death”, I started a new attempt at breakfast.

“I know, he was also at the company yesterday. Don’t worry about it. At the moment they check if somebody from the company was together with him at the night of his death. But he told me that this is only a formal investigation. They will close the file because there are no indications for anything else than death from natural causes”, he said with his mouth full. He was in a hurry and wanted to get back to work as soon as possible.

On Thursday morning I heard again the crunching noise on the sandy grass in our driveway. I ran to the window but breathed a sigh of relief when I recognized
Lieutenant Gutierrez’s car. This time I expected him right at the doorstep.

“Have you closed the case?” I asked him cheerfully when he stood before me.

He looked at me with a frown on his face and said:

“There are a few small things I need to clarify before I can close the case. May I come in?” He squeezed by me.

“Coffee”, I asked a bit uncertain. My oomph feeling told me that something was wrong.

“Sure.” His teeth shined when he looked at me laughing. “Your coffee is truly superb, ma’am. If I weren’t here on official business I would return just because of the coffee.” His friendly words calmed me down a bit and while me busied
myself in the kitchen I called out to him:

“What else brings you to me if it is not the coffee?”

“If I weren’t here just because of your coffee your ravishing looks would be reason enough to show up here.” The guy started flirting again! I came to the living room holding two cups of steaming hot coffee.

“But unfortunately this is neither the reason for my visit. Dear
Juliane – I hope you don’t mind me calling you so – we have a few points that need to be cleared up.” His glance was enough to make me turn pale.

“Do you feel alright?” he asked with a concerned look on his face.

“No, just feel a bit faint. I’ll be taking an aspirin right away.”

He nodded and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to
smoothen a bit. But not completely.

“
Juliane, where in fact were you in the night from Monday to Tuesday of last week?” This question came so suddenly that I choked from a sip of hot coffee. A following coughing fit gave me time to re-think the situation.

“I was at home. Please why do you ask?” I stuttered in fear.

“Please calm down. Surely everything will turn out OK. You only have to tell me why you were on your way in Mr. Apala’s car in the night of question?”

I looked at him flabbergasted and was completely unable to give an answer.

“Juliane, we’ve found your fingerprints in the car. Why did you drive him home and then parked the car downtown?” His scrutinizing gaze made me shiver.

I looked at the floor. It was all over. I saw myself already in prison. But that fat pig had indeed tried to rape me! I looked at the lieutenant from below. Perhaps I should tell him the whole truth. The policeman leaned back in his armchair opposite from me, took a sip from his coffee and looked at me. I couldn’t stand the tension any longer and started talking like a waterfall. For the next half an hour he listened to me in silence when I gave my confession. Then he wiggled with his head in thoughts when I stopped my confession.

“All of that sounds quite logically. I believe you. I can’t put the story as is into my report because otherwise too many people would start asking questions. But I will think of something.” I got up when he raised and he padded my back with his huge paw before he left the house.

“
Juliane, everything will just be fine I promise you that. The guy wanted to rape you in your own house and that is reason enough for any judge in this country to acquit you from any wrongdoing. Nothing bad will happen to you.”

He turned around when he was already through the door.

“Before I forget. May I see that taser that you’ve used?” I took that thing from my purse and he put it in his pocket. Off he went. The intolerable tension in that room ended in a hysterical fit.

  
Daniel did hardly listen when I told him that the police had been back to the house.

“Yes, he came back to me as well. He wants to finish the case soon. There is no doubt that Alan had drunk himself to oblivion. The blood-alcohol level was so high that he almost didn’t stand a chance to survive. The lieutenant is only looking for a witness who was at the house that night.” I finished dinner in silence.

The next morning I already stood at the door when I heard Lieutenant’s Gutierrez car. Norman had again not answered his phone and I knew that I was trapped.

The small policeman looked in astonishment when he saw me standing at the door.

“What a gorgeous welcome committee. And what a beautiful dress you are wearing! And those legs! My dear Lord, you must never hide them in pants!” He covered his mouth with his hand in adoration.

“But what do I say?! Oh Lord, I always forget that these kind of words count as ‘sexual harassment’ in our country. In my old homeland in Mexico women expect those compliments. You understand that, don’t you?” I nodded tired.

“In Europe women also like to hear compliments. At least on the continent. But why don’t you come in. Coffee?”

“Excellent! I almost feel being at home here.
A great house, an even more beautiful woman, great coffee. What a life!” His copying ‘Columbo’ went more and more on my nerves.

This time he sat down on the couch. I sat down beside him after I had put down the cups of coffee. Perhaps he can be bought!

“By the way, my name is Robert. Let’s drop the formal Mr. and Ms.” I agreed. The sense of violence was in the air and I became aware that everything was at stake for me here. He grinned like a predator and I was lost as a prey that had been cornered by a bear in a ravine with no escape route.

“Look
Juliane. Or may I call you Julie? That is not so complicated and I can pronounce it easier.” He moved closer to me and put his arm onto the backrest behind me. I remained sitting there calmly. Obviously he had anticipated some escape mechanism from my side since I noticed some stupefied expression flashing in his eyes.

“I want to come to the point right now.” The tone of his voice became hard.

“We have checked you out and realized that you are illegally in this country. Your tourist visa has expired. In addition we know that you were at Mr. Apala’s house on the night in question. And furthermore that Mr. Apala had been here at the house and you gave him plenty of drinks to drink. Then you tied him up because the two of you wanted to play with one another. Do you want me to tell you what I believe?”

I looked at him in desperation. It was me who had confessed to him the story about the visa, the whiskey and the visit to Alan’s house. Why did he act like he had just found out without my help?

“You have lured Mr. Apala to your house because you wanted an affair with him. You have no cash money so you wanted to find a way to earn some money. Your husband confirmed to us that he has very little income.” The blood went out of my head and I became dizzy. That was worse than I have thought. Prior to that I believed that they could only punish me for the missing visa and wrong statement. Now the whole thing went into a different direction.

“In the victim’s house we found chains and ties, handcuffs, whips and some other things. Your friend was a sadist. He loved bondage games. The videos from his private collection in his house show that he liked to whip young women in particular.” He shut up for a moment.

“It went as follows: He did offer you to play with him in his torture chamber. First you negotiated with him because the whole thing didn’t appear kosher to you. You believed that you would get away with a bit of oral sex and that he would pay you for that. But after you gave him a blowjob he revealed his real desires to you. You caved in and you drove with him to his house.”

“No, it wasn’t like that”, I retorted, feeling tortured. For heaven’s sake what else does he want to attribute to me? He twisted everything what I had confessed to him – in a
way that I was the guilty one now.

“We found a few women who allowed him beating them. Do you know what they have received in return? Come on, tell me. How much did he offer you?” By now he sat so close to me that I could smell his breath. Not unpleasant.

“They received one thousand dollars for one hour of pain. Any of these women would do it again immediately. None of these has filed a complaint, on the contrary. The money was enough for them for a whole month and they were probably used to the same treatment from their husbands. I know that you also wanted some moola. But then he collapsed right in front of the door of his house and you fled in panic.

“Please Robert, you must believe me, I told you the truth.”

“Slowly, sweetheart.” His hand grabbed my chin and he looked into my eyes.

“The last one was my version. The prosecutor will believe something else when he sees the paperwork.
Murder and robbery.” He let the last few words hung in the air. I breathed heavily.

“Now it seems you’re getting my drift”, he snarled. I had closed my eyes.

“The second version looks indeed like that: you drove to his house and you got out of the car. Then he showed you the mentioned room. Because he had you already there where he wanted you to be he handed you the thousand dollars. Cash. You put them in your pocket. Then you reached for the taser from your purse and shot some of the arrows in his neck. He then followed you a short way to the garage and there he collapsed. Then you took his car to leave the premises; the surveillance protocols of the automatic gate show that it was removed. You could have never left the property on foot. Then the car appeared too noticeable in your opinion so you left it in the center of town.”

His right hand was now rested on my upper leg. His originally ice-cold tone of voice changed suddenly.

“Julie. I am not a monster. When I think of the likelihood that a beauty such as you will go behind bars for at least ten years – I could throw up. Ten years if they accept that you did it out of impulse. Life-long prison when the jury decides premeditated murder and robbery. Do you know what’s awaiting you in prison? This here is much different from Europe. Over there, a beautiful woman may survive her time in prison. Here it’s a different story. From the first day on you’ll become prey for other broads. With your looks they’ll make you a slave. Believe me your dream figure wouldn’t last long under those circumstances. You can’t even imagine how perverted they can be.”

I couldn’t bear it any longer. I collapsed. Everything broke down and there was nobody who would help me. My tears ran onto Robert’s lap and I messed up his expensive black pants. He let me sob for a while then he
gently caressed my back and whispered softly:

“As I have said, I am not a monster. I hate types like
Apala. They shamelessly abuse the hardship of these young women only because they have the money to spend. In my homeland one respects women much more. Perhaps I can come up with something to help you.” He caressed my neck.

“Look, still nobody knows what I know. I haven’t completed the file yet. Let us think about the whole thing together then we’ll come up with a solution.” His hand drove down my back.

If that will be the price then I was ready to pay it instantly. No matter what he wanted to do to me. Most importantly I wouldn’t have to go to prison. I gently caressed his upper legs.

“You understand quickly. That is good. Yes, I think we can do business together. But before we close the deal I must test you. After all I must know whether I can trust you. All of that can cost me my job if it ever comes to light that I let go of a murderer.”

I didn’t really comprehend what he was talking about at the moment but I nodded my head still in his lap.

“Oh my, my pants are all wet from your tears.”

The game had begun.

“Julie, darling, what have you done? Those pants were expensive. Now you have to take them off and dry them.” He bent over and stripped his pants over his knees right under my head. Two incredibly muscular hairy upper legs
became visible. Some black underpants covered a thick bulge. Under other circumstances this would have been a delightful view. But now I remained dry. That couldn’t have a good outcome. He was going to press my head onto his best piece when I asked him:

“Please
Robert, I urgently have to go to the potty. Please let me get up for a moment and then I will start all over again and do everything you want from me.” He again grabbed me by the chin and lifted my head. I looked into his eyes. They were ice-cold.

“Everything?” he asked with a similarly cold tone of his voice. I nodded in agreement and he let me go. I was not allowed to shut the door to the bathroom but he positioned himself right in front of me and observed me in amusement. I was happy that I was still wearing my dress.

“So, now wash yourself. All my girlfriends must be clean.” I laughed in agony and did what he asked me to do. Why did he allow me to keep wearing my dress?

“You may leave your panties off. Or better no, take it with you perhaps we’ll need it later.” He glanced to his expensive Rolex on his arm.

Only now it dawned on me how he found my fingerprints.

“When will your husband return from work?”

“At about five p.m.”, I answered wearily.

“Good, that gives us a few hours. Let’s see how far we’ll get with it.”

He pushed me back into the living room.

“Shouldn’t we go into the bedroom? The bed is more comfortable than the floor.”

“For what I intend to do with you the couch and the kitchen are just fine. Perhaps we’ll go to the bedroom later.” That sounded alarming. I saw only one escape route.

“Please, may I have a quick drink now? I need that now.”

“First to the bathroom, then into the bedroom, now a drink. If you keep on stalling we’ll never come to an end,” he hissed angrily. I looked up to him submissively.

“Only a small drink, please.” He nodded in disagreement and looked quite surprised when I poured myself a glass with some whiskey and then emptied it in one gulp. I didn’t want to lose control completely but only re-activate the RSD. At least what was left of
it. I had to think of Tanja and all of a sudden I understood why she drank so much.

“You too?”
I asked with a little hiccup. He shook his head.

“No. I am still on call so I must not drink alcohol.” The whiskey took already its effect because I found that comment so ridiculous that I could hardly hold back a loud laughter. When on call he was not allowed to drink but he could threaten women.
“Caution’,
I reminded myself.
‘He controls your future life now, so hold back.’

I stepped towards him and kissed him. To my surprise
he responded with a gently kiss back. I started trembling. Not only because of fear but rather for lust. My little tactics worked. The alcohol started to form little circles in my head. I let my tongue drive tenderly over his hairy chest and I probed every one of his manly muscles. He caressed my back. Why did I keep my dress on? I got up and wanted to take off my suspenders but he clamped my hand and said: “Later”. He was very tender for the next minutes and I started liking his touches.

“I never had so much fun with a woman when I tested her. They all needed a long time to get into gear. Now I know that you’ve wanted me all along. That is good; we’ll have a wonderful cooperation.”

Despite my lust I anticipated nothing good coming from that. Again, I thought of Horst and Igor and I felt sick.

‘Pull yourself together, it is your life that is at stake’,
I reminded myself and pushed the thought away.

“Yes, isn’t it great, babe. You like that, don’t you? Other women could learn from you”, he grunted like a predator.

‘So far it wasn’t that bad after all, actually rather enjoyable. Perhaps he fucks you through and then leaves you alone’,
the voice in my head spoke in hope
.

But I’d hoped in vain. As soon as I’d finished my thought, he turned brutal. First he tore my expensive dress,
then he used the fabric to blindfold me and tied me up. From then on he was the only one in the house experiencing pleasure.

“Do you have a dildo in the house?” he asked after some extensive mating. Through the fabric over my head I could hardly understand him and asked back.

“A dildo, a vibrator or some other pleasure toy. When you husband is out I am sure you need something like that to pleasure yourself.” I declined.

“Oh didn’t I know it. As soon as your husband is out of the house you invite your lovers or you go to them. I recognize a hooker from far away.” The connection between those two subjects appeared to me rather farfetched.

Through his heavy breathing I suddenly heard a car turning into our driveway. Oh shit, I hoped that wouldn’t be Irene! But it was her because she knocked on the door and called out my name. I became nervous despite my excitement. I didn’t want her to see me. One couldn’t look into the living room only through the kitchen window you could see part of it.
‘Please Irene; do not go to the porch passed by the kitchen!’
Her car started again and I breathed a sigh of relief.