Heroine: The Husband's Cologne (28 page)

“What does he want from you? Are you sure that he just doesn’t want to fuck you?” I laughed out loud.

“That is what we had suggested to him, didn’t we? You accepted that too. He still makes a fuss when I turn him on. He really likes you a lot. No, Bruce does some research on a story that deals with women who are being smuggled into this country to be sold to professional whore houses. They hardly speak any English and he hopes that I can help him out with my knowledge of Russian. He wants to interview some of them under cover.”

Back in school I took lessons in Russian for a few years. But my command of Russian has been extremely meager ever since then. Daniel had no need to know that.

“I have also studied Russian and I still speak the language. Not fluently, though. I could come along and help you guys.” My cheeks twitched in horror.

“Daniel”, I commanded him with Irene’s harsh tone of voice, “you stay here and I drive to Bruce by myself. Everything else would put the whole action into jeopardy. Do you understand?” I had never talked to Daniel in such a tone. Not even close to it. Well, as a hooker one is entitled to that, I told myself rather satisfied.

‘Don’t even dare to risk my life!’
was my thought.

My husband was also dumbfounded by the tone of my voice because he stopped fucking me.

“Darling, are you sure that everything is OK? I hardly recognize you in such a bad mood.”

“Daniel, don’t dare and stop now. I am close to orgasm. Please go on with it.” He obeyed and we both moaned and groaned even more.

“But this is my last word; I’ll go to Bruce by myself. Agreed?!”

“OK, but when you come back I want to know everything! You dig that?” Surely that was clear for him. I remained quiet.

“Please tell me: I couldn’t tolerate it if you wouldn’t tell me everything afterwards.”

“I go alone?”

“Well, yes, you may.”

“OK, I will tell you all the details.” A few minutes later we called it a day. I was utterly spent. This had been the hardest day I could remember. But in my dreams I drifted through a beautiful mountain world; huge dark mountains all around me and above them sparked a wonderfully colorful spring sky. When I woke up in the night my instinct told me that the steep mountains were
phallus symbols. After all I had studied psychology once.

  
I didn’t see or hear from Robert again until Saturday. Apparently he was very sure of himself regarding my coming. For a short while I weighed the thought to buy myself a ticket home and to go by myself to the airport. But then I would have to go through travel services and faced being arrested since my name was surely already on some ‘wanted’ list. And then they’d delivered me to Robert. He would put me into some prison for women. Without whiskey.

My husband was still in bed when I came out of the bathroom early in the morning of the Saturday that would be my first day as a hooker. I couldn’t sleep all night for fear and I got ready now for my new ‘occupation’. I took it very seriously. If I didn’t play along, Robert might also arrest Daniel for covering up for me. That came to my mind last night when I briefly considered fleeing to Mexico in my car.

I wanted to be in San Jose early so that I couldn’t miss my ‘appointment’ under any circumstances. What would happen if they closed down the freeway and I stood in some traffic jam shortly before twelve o’clock? The wildest thoughts had circled in my head. Daniel snarled in his sleep when I got up. He wanted to sleep in for a change.

The night before my thoughts had already circled around the question what to wear the next day. Finally I selected the little red riding hood outfit. Short skirt, high
heels, transparent blouse. That had worked with Erich. My job was to turn on men and this outfit came closest to these intensions and in general how a hooker should look like. Daniel looked up when I got ready.

“What’s on your mind? Does Bruce want you to turn tricks?”

“Dear, he had asked me to wear something that made me look like a hooker. With that he might win the trust faster from those women who are held here against their free will. So it has to be like that.”

From Daniel’s glance I saw that he had a different opinion on that. I gave him a big good bye hug and he whispered into my ear:

“Just take care of yourself. And of Bruce. If something is happening to you I’ll cut the guy’s balls off.” I laughed. Despite my angst I found his concern charming.

In the living room I silently packed the half full bottle of whiskey into my travel bag. It also contained clothes to change. The day before I had bought some condoms and hid them in my purse. Perhaps one of these guys would have mercy on me and use them.

My little Chevy hummed quietly on the empty highway. It wasn’t far to San Jose and at nine o’clock I had already found a parking space near the small city’s center. First I wanted to look around where I had to go. I couldn’t find the street as it was indicated on the business card, on the map, which I had brought along. I then
asked in the first café at the bus station but nobody knew the address. By ten o’clock I became nervous. Nobody knew the way. I called the number on the card. Nobody picked up. By ten thirty I knew half of San Jose which is only a small town. Shortly before eleven o’clock I was in panic.

I didn’t care anymore so I stopped at a police station that I had seen before. These guys had to know the address. A sturdy cop greeted me friendly. He didn’t know the address! In desperation I showed him the business card.

“Oh, the Sunshine Pleasure Studios. Ma’am, why didn’t you say so right away? Of course we know them.” I was speechless. He showed me on a map where I needed to go. Then he winked at me, wished me plenty of fun and laughed. I was at my wits’ end.

The address that was so hard to find was a small sideway at the outskirts of town – where row homes gave way to grassland. I saw a few single storage buildings. A queasy feeling came over me. It had taken me five minutes the most from the police station to the entrance of the establishment.

I parked my car and got out. There were plenty of automobiles parked around here but I couldn’t see anybody moving around the neighborhood. From faraway I heard the noises of the highway. Anxiously I walked down a small but steep road that ended in a walled courtyard. The street name on the map stood for a driveway to the courtyard of a storage hall.

On the side of the building I saw a gray metal door with a sign that told me that I was right. Timidly I knocked on the door because I didn’t find any door bell. I expected some brutal, sinister looking type with numerous tattoos would open the door. But I was disappointed.

“Hi, I am Judy. How can I help you?” A gum chewing blonde in sweatshirt and jeans looked at me relaxed. A big pink bubble came from her mouth and burst – leaving a smell of peppermint.

“I am
Juliane. Robert had told me that he would meet me here”, I stammered anxiously.

“Paolo.
Julie-Anne is here. May she come in already?” she blared over her shoulder. Then she took my hand and pulled me through the door with a grin. Totally flabbergasted I stood in a narrow hallway. A short-legged man no older than forty, his black hair fringed around his half-bald head came toward me, laughing.

“Hi Julie-Anne.
Welcome. Robert has described you in detail and I must say he rather understated than overstated.” I figured from his accent that he was Italian and therefore I ranked his compliment rather under ‘pickup line’ then under true compliment.

“Come in, get comfortable and relax.
Coffee?” I nodded. I didn’t anticipate all of that.

“I am the director here today.” Judy brought some coffee.

“We just started with the preparations for the first shoot. You are a bit early but that doesn’t matter. Does Robert also come?” The questions appeared so harmless that I didn’t know what to say. Last night I had nightmares about being raped by sinister looking tough guys. And now this reception. The whole thing couldn’t turn out too bad.

A naked man passed by his doorway.
Then another one.

“The boys come in to freshen up. Do you want to get to know them now? Or let’s talk a bit beforehand.” He appeared a bit confused to me.

“Robert told me that he has hired you because you wanted to work here. So far you were busy in Europe. What was your specialty there?” I looked at him in total amazement.

“Specialty, what do you mean by that?”

“Yes, what do you prefer? According to your accent you are German. So I must first explain to you some jargon, I guess. For example have you done it with many guys simultaneously?” My head confirmed that.

“Ah, great!
So we can do gang-bang. What about sex with women?” I nodded again.

“Movies, where you hurt one another?”
Slowly I understood.

“No. That is something I principally stay away from.”

“OK, so no BDSM. Good, so I know approximately where I can use you. The boys will be happy. Because we planned that for today. Robert had given his OK. Four guys came in today just because of you. But Robert is not always reliable. He namely told us that you are also into bondage and whips. Therefore I always question newcomers before we start. Just in case, so you won’t quit working with us.”

The guy didn’t grin, he was dead serious. Paolo looked at his wrist watch.

“We still have some time. Then you can get changed.”

“Get changed?”

“Yes, you don’t want in that” – he paused for a moment – “funny outfit …? Are you still doing that in Europe that women must always pretend to be stupid? We can’t do that here. Your appearance must be tough, business look or so.”

“Robert told me to dress that way.” Paolo rolled his eyes.

“Typically Mexican macho. It is about time for him to finally understand that nobody wants this any more in this country. Women ought to make men bleed. That is cinema.”

I had a ringing in my ears. Just before I saw myself screaming and stretched out on the bed being fucked mercilessly by wild criminals – and now that.

“You look a bit tense. Is this your first shoot in Sunny California?” When I confirmed he produced a friendly smile.

“Then just have a look around and get to know everybody. Relax, everything here is much simpler than
back in Old Europe.

A bit insecure I got up and asked myself whether I had taken a swig of whiskey this morning – by mistake – and whether I was already in trance. Through his office door I entered a storage hall in which they had built several rooms. The rooms had walls on three sides, the fourth one was open. Lights hung above all of that and small cameras on tripods seemed to prove that this was indeed a film studio.

“Boys. Your toy from Europe has arrived!” Judy yelled out behind me and I flinched. She noticed and said:

“Hey, just relax. This is all fun. Come along I’ll introduce you to the guys.”

Ron, Pete and Alfonso were blond light-skinned men who sat in a corner with cups of coffee in their hands joking with one another. Except for their flip-flops they were all stark naked. None of them was older than me.

“Where is Hippo?” Judy called out.

“On the potty”, the whole round gave back. A pink bubble burst from Judy’s mouth.

“Here, these are your teammates for today”, she introduced the guys to me. They had good manners. They got up when introduced because they wanted to greet me and present their bodies. I felt dizzy.

Each one of them was at least half a head taller than me. Muscles everywhere, not a gram of fat. Judy saw my astonishment.

“They all play for a football team. For our movie they
must be big. When casting we only pick giants. Otherwise we can’t sell our products. That is different from you guys.” Another red bubbles burst. Only now I realized that I looked straight down at their genitals. Behind me another man cleared his throat and I turned around a bit alarmed. It was Hippo as I realized without being introduced to him.

“Hi, I am Hippo. You must be Julie-Anne. Glad to meet you.” His bright friendly boyish voice and his polite demeanor did not exactly fit his appearance. His built was also big like the others but wider and more corpulent. Hippo was bald, carried a considerable belly and showed tattoos on both of his mighty arms and his back. He was significantly older than the others.

“Today Hippo is the only professional beside you. All others are amateurs. You probably have to guide them a bit.” So Judy thought that I was a professional. Thank you, Robert.

Hippo was built like those characters in my nightmares and I trembled slightly. What would they do to me?

But instead of mobbing me heads over heels Hippo sat down and told us a bit about himself. He’s been in the business for a long time and wanted to open his own studio together with his girlfriend. Ron and Alfonso were college kids. Pete was an auto mechanic. None of these men made any obscene remarks and they behaved as if we were sitting all dressed in a street café and flirted with one another. I relaxed increasingly.

A warm hand fell onto my shoulder.

“Darling, great to see you here. I almost believed that I would need to pick you up from your home.” Robert stood behind me and kissed me on the forehead. I started to tremble but gave that up quickly when his firm grip almost crushed my shoulder.

“I see that you have been introduced to the boys already.
Great. Then we can start.” All got up.

“Where do we go?” I asked Judy.

“Make-up and shaving if need be. After that – changing”, she answered with a professional attitude.

We went to a side room and she asked me to undress. Robert put his head through the opened door, grinning widely, but Judy chased him away.

“Get out you horny bastard. This is a dressing room for women.” I could have hugged her.

“Paolo, please come”, she called through the gap in the door after I had changed.

“What outfit?” she snapped.

“Take the black costume. No pantyhose. She may wear the high heels. And take off the lipstick, it is too red”, he commanded. Then he left.

Judy did what she was told to do and then powdered my whole body carefully.

“So that the sweat doesn’t shine through”, she explained. “Don’t you do that in Europe? Finally I received a costume that was much too wide for me. Judy didn’t spend much time with it and pulled on the back
part of the dress until it tightened in the front.

“You go in there and you will only be filmed from the front. Then the boys will be all over you and rip the costume from your body. Next time you’ll bring your own”, she instructed.

“Now it is the boys’ turn, then we can start.”

I had a strange feeling when Paolo explained to me what he wanted to film.

I was supposed to play a bored business woman from Europe who was on a business trip. She had ordered a lover for the evening. A lover she used to call on when she was in the country. However, that guy-lover had a bunch of guys visiting him to play a few rounds of poker and those guys were not particularly interested in interrupting their game. Therefore he invited that business woman to come to his house. He didn’t want to lose too much time with her so he could return to his poker game as fast as possible. But once on site, the boys learned that the woman also liked to play poker. She asked the round to compete against her. The winner should then determine what the other guys should be doing with her. Of course, the woman would win all games and she demanded to be fucked by every man, where they tried out all common positions in order.