Heroine: The Husband's Cologne (29 page)

When Paolo explained those positions I decided to take a swig from the whiskey bottle. Hippo was selected for anal sex. At the end they would fuck me all of them together. That was a bit much. I saw Robert in the
background grinning spitefully. I was sure that he had arranged that.

“Julie-Anne, everything OK?” he asked astonished when he saw me turning pale. I shook my head.

“Give me another minute, I need to have a drink before that or I won’t get started.” I went to my travel bag and grabbed the whiskey. Then I turned around and when I put the bottle on my lips I saw the astounded faces of my teammates. No, I wanted to get through that without whiskey. Those guys don’t want to hurt me.

The scenes were ‘in the box’ as Paolo used to say. I sat in the dressing room by myself and had my thoughts. All the showers were still occupied and I waited until it was my turn.

We spent a full exhausting afternoon with making that movie. I had dropped my inhibitions rather quickly when I felt that this kind of work turned me on. Despite the heat from the lights and despite of some cumbersome positions that I had to take I had some fun.

The boys were very gentle to me right from the start so that I totally relaxed. Even when the script – that consisted of a few scribbled pages – prescribed some violence they really took care to not hurting me.

We had filmed for almost four hours because individual scenes had to be ‘reloaded’ and we had to study our short sentences. Somehow this was quite funny. Paolo remained matter-of-fact the whole time and Judy had to re-powder us once and again – she did that with quite some devotion, particularly with the men. If everything remained like that, then it wasn’t so bad after all. A little bit of sex with handsome men as punishment? I imagined worse things.

After finishing up the scenes we all sat exhausted on the couch that was used for the last scene. The lights were switched off and the ceiling light illuminated the hall with cold light. It was more comfortable with all the lights on.

“Next Saturday we go up into the mountains. We do some scenes in open air. Then the other women will also be there”, Paolo announced. Okay now, I had to think of a new excuse for the next Saturday. Perhaps if I took up a waitress’ job. Robert was in the background with his complacent smile.

“That was quite classy how you played along”, Hippo praised me and the others nodded in enthusiasm. “I found it great how you guided me.” I didn’t notice any of that.

“Thank you for not just porking me like a piece of meat and that you were so careful”, I returned his compliment.

“Ah well, when you have the greatest ass of the world right before you you’ve got to be careful”, he grinned and I felt that I blushed. Judy cleared her throat.

“Forgive me darling, of course I meant … beside yours …” Hippo grinned embarrassed.

“Forget it. I do have eyes in my head”, Judy replied rather dryly.

One after the other got up to take a shower. I went to the dressing room where Judy was busy hanging up the costume that was taken from me right in the beginning.

“Is Hippo your boyfriend?” I asked. She nodded. “We’ve been living together for five years already.”

“How do you do that? That he acts in such scenes and your relationship doesn’t suffer?”

“Well, he must also tolerate that I take a part once in a while and he is the onlooker. Next week will be my turn. Then you and I will do it. And in addition I check that he doesn’t fall in love with another broad. So take your fingers off him when the shoot is over. And furthermore, Robert can become quite jealous.” She winked at me and left the room. I guess she is the one who is a bit jealous.

The noises from the showers subsided and I went over to the shower stalls. I looked in the mirror there and realized that my hairdo had taken quite some beating during the activities in the afternoon. That is something I would have to explain to Daniel. I took my time under the shower, dried myself slowly, put some ointments on my body and then returned to the dressing room. It was quiet and all I heard was the noise from Judy’s shoes.

“Robert, will you turn off the lights when you leave”, I heard Judy call out.

“I will and then I’ll lock the place up. I only check the receipts here”, I heard Robert’s deep voice. The metal outside door was shut closed with a bang and it was dead silence. I was afraid because I now noticed that I was all by myself with Robert in the hall and I still wasn’t dressed. I looked up and saw Robert’s impudent grinning face right before me. He had sneaked into the room as silent as a cat.

“You are great! I recognize professionals like you from far away. We will have a lot of fun with you.”

I nodded tired, got up and went to my travel bag where I had my clothes. On top of it was the bottle of whiskey. Without noticing he stood behind me all of a sudden and grabbed me with his strong arms. His paws touched my breasts.

“That can wait. You had a lot of fun with these guys. But let me make one thing clear: you belong to me and I do not tolerate that you’ll start an affair with any of these guys. You’ve got that?” I nodded obediently. How would I pursue my marriage with Daniel, the thought went through my head.

Suddenly I was thrown through the air and landed on a small lounger before the makeup mirror. Robert stood before me with his legs apart and waived his index finger at me. His facial expression was brutal and his eyes were squeezed to small slits.

“And you were disobedient. I will punish you for that. When I tell Paolo, this gay scumbag, that you like being beaten then you confirm that to him and stop playing innocent, do you hear me?” I nodded with my eyes wide open.

“Don’t dare again to contradict me or I beat you up. And if you ever try to trick me then you’ll be sent to jail. But before that I will show you what the hookers will do to you.” He grinned his malicious grin.

“Next week we’ll finish the second part,
then Paolo will take some timeout. After that we’ll drive to LA where you’ll be getting what you need.” He slowly came closer and the tips of our noses touched. I felt his huge hands around my throat and he pulled me up slowly. I got hardly any air.

“So that you can familiarize yourself with what is coming towards you I made an appointment for you for Tuesday evening. An old customer of mine from the Lebanon will stop by. You will be available for his games. You must do the following: You’ll drive to a hotel in San Francisco at 6 p.m. You’ll carry handcuffs which I will give to you in a moment. Don’t worry, they only serve for those games and they are lined with pink satin”, he grinned maliciously when I swallowed.

“And you’ll be wearing a short coat, nothing underneath. You’ll braid your hair. Little girls turn him on. You’ll take the elevator from the garage to his suite. There you first cash my money. Then you are available for that guy for two hours. I told him that I’ll need you for another customer afterwards so he is not allowed to mistreat you.”

“What about those handcuffs then?” I inquired with difficulty.

“He will tie you up a bit so you can’t run away. Then you’ll be getting a gag in your mouth. You love that as I know.” Again I had to listen to his malicious laughter.

“He will provide his own horsewhip; he keeps on using the same one all the time.” I winced under his tight grip. After all that had happened today this was a shock that I couldn’t bear.

“From your reaction I assume that you’re looking forward to that. Now I will take what only I am entitled to. I will show you, you horny bitch.”

He raped me on the couch. I didn’t want to look at him. It took almost an eternity until he finished. In my panic I pretended to also have an orgasm, just so I wouldn’t provoke him. So I panted and screamed.

I lay there for a while almost unconscious while he got dressed again.

“I still have to take care of some business. Here is the note with the name and room number.” He pressed a little card into my face. A bag on the table contained the handcuffs. I took everything and put it into my purse. “Get ready and take a
hike”, I heard his cold voice.

Something in me had been torn. I got dressed like in a trance without washing up once more. My movements were mechanical like a puppet. I had hit rock bottom. I had no idea how I could escape from that trap.

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Book 2: Heroine: California
Dreamin’

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Julie had escaped from her past in Cologne to California. Then, as she’s driven out of California her journey leads her back to Europe. Is she safe? Her husband sends her back into the arms of old foes.  Later ‘experts’ dissect Julie’s psyche and study her behavior. But too many questions remain unanswered back in California.

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