Hot Sheets (29 page)

Leaving
Belinda to her fate, Mike adjusted his clothing and grabbed the gun
before following Trudie to the lift. He had to get Dickwipe off his
back once and for all, but how? The man reminded him of a piece of
cheap toilet paper - no matter how many times you pulled the chain,
the paper defied physics and remained in the pan. Put him off the
scent, he mused as the lift descended to the ground floor. As
Trudie opened the door, Mike hurriedly formulated his plan.

"Inspector
Dickwipe!" he beamed, walking across the foyer, the gun stuffed
down his trousers. "I'm so glad you're here because I have some
information for you."

"Information?"
Dickwipe frowned. "What sort of information?"

"It's about
Harold Gloom. He rang me earlier from Scotland. Apparently, he ran
off with the woman who was staying in room four, Miss Widegroin. He
just called to say that they're both fine, and he asked me to
explain things to his wife. They're desperately in love, it would
seem. Quite a turn up for the books, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, quite a
turn up! I'll have to check your story, of course."

"It's not my
story, Inspector. I'm only telling you what Harold Gloom said."

"Have you told
his wife, yet?"

"No, I haven't
seen her this morning."

"I see. The
reason I'm here, Mr Hunt, is because we've received a call from the
loony bin... I mean, Mad Mansion Mental Asylum, informing us that
Miss Chaste has gone walk-about. The obvious place she'd make for
is your hotel. If you'd be good enough to call us should she turn
up here, we'd be very grateful."

"Yes, of
course, Inspector. What's happening with that Knickerlace woman and
the girl?"

"Even though
you're as guilty as hell, there's no evidence, I'm sorry to say.
This is a very serious matter, Mr Hunt."

"Indeed, it
is. And I'm not guilty."

"Yes, well,
I'll be on my way. Good day."

"Good day,
Inspector."

Flopping into
his chair behind the desk and placing the gun in the drawer, Mike
wondered whether Dickwipe had believed his story about Harold and
Wendy. It was the only way he could think of to explain the
simultaneous disappearance of his two guests. Harold bloody Gloom
would have to go, he reflected. If he was seen, and word got back
to Dickwipe, the whole story would be blown. Watching Mrs Gloom as
she emerged from the lift with her puny lover, he jumped up.

"Good
morning!" he smiled, noticing the young man carrying two suitcases.
"Has your husband turned up?"

"No, he
hasn't!" Mrs Gloom snapped. "We're leaving."

"What about
your husband?"

"The stupid
man's gone missing and there's nothing I can do about it. He must
have run off and..."

"Well, I'm not
surprised, seeing as you've brought your lover on holiday with
you!"

"Yes, well...
we'll just take the cases to the car and then I'll settle the
bill."

"Fine."

Sitting at the
desk, Mike wondered why Mrs Gloom was leaving before receiving word
from the assassin that the dirty deed had been executed. If her
lover was the hit man, then he'd have told the old bat that he
couldn't find Harold. So why leave when her husband was still alive
and kicking? Making her bill up, he decided to ask Harold to leave
the minute Mrs Gloom and her lover had gone. At least that would be
one problem dealt with.

Pondering on
his two prisoners, he switched the monitor on to see Dave standing
before Belinda, his erect penis thrusting deep into her vaginal
orifice. Mike had never thought he'd laugh to see another man
screwing her, but he couldn't help chuckling as he focused on
Belinda's angry face. Protesting wildly, the snooty bitch spat
threats as Dave jolted her naked body with his frenzied vaginal
pummelling. Like it or not, she was going to be attended by all
three men!

Answering the
phone, Mike took a room sixty-nine booking for that evening.
Another two hundred pounds, he thought happily, replacing the
receiver. But he needed at least four or five clients every evening
to start earning some real cash. "It's early days," he breathed
consolingly, wondering where Mrs Gloom had got to.

"Ah, Paul," he
said, looking up as the young man staggered out of the bar and
weaved his way across the foyer. "Bloody hell, you're not pissed
already, are you?"

"Er... no, no
of course I'm not kissed... pissed."

"Thank God for
that. OK, this is the plan."

"Hell, not
more plans? What do you want me to do now, nick a video mixing
console from the local TV studio?"

"Don't be
ridiculous! Nick a video... could you..."

"Don't
ask!"

"Listen, my
ex-wife is a cop and..."

"A cop? Bloody
hell!"

"Exactly! What
I want you to do is... Jesus, I've got her imprisoned upstairs
along with another bloody copperess! I don't know what I want you
to do!"

"You've
imprisoned your ex-wife? That's two women, Mike."

"I can count,
thank you!"

"I'll tell you
what I'd do if I were you."

"Go on. And
don't suggest I have a drink."

"I'd let them
both go."

"What? Let
them... are you subnormal?"

"No, listen to
me. They're both cops, so their fellow cops will be out in force
looking for them. It's only a matter of time before they discover
them. Bloody hell, you can't kidnap coppers!"

"But they'll
drop me in it if I release them. They'll spill the beans about room
sixty-nine."

"There's
nothing illegal about having a sex room - for your own private
use."

"Yes, I see
your point. God, why aren't I normal?"

"You are
normal."

"Am I? Do
normal people have sexual torture chambers in their hotels?"

"Come to think
of it, normal people don't own unprofitable hotels!"

"You're right
there!"

"Anyway, who
the fuck's normal, Mike? Everyone's fucking mad, if you ask
me!"

"That's true!
Abnormal fucking bastards! Let's get pissed."

"Pissed?
Christ, you're the one who keeps slagging me off for getting
pissed."

"Oh, yes, I'd
forgotten about that. It's OK for me to get pissed because I'm not
a fucking alcoholic, am I?"

"Neither am I,
for fuck's sake!"

"Neither are
you? Look at you, you're staggering all over the fucking place. And
stop swearing."

"It's old
age."

"Old age, my
knob! What about the adverts? Any fool only has to look through one
of the dirty mags and..."

"The ads don't
actually mention Stokepot Towers, do they?"

"Well, no, but
the phone number..."

"I wouldn't
worry about the ads, Mike."

"Maybe not.
Anyway, I'd better go and tell Harold that his wife's gone -
without paying her bill, by the look of it! Fucking bitch of a
slag-bag! If you come up with any bright ideas, let me know."

"OK. I'd
better go and have a vodka... I mean, go and check the vodka."

"Check it, or
drink it?"

"Check
it."

"You drink it
and I'll..."

"I'll only
check it, I promise."

"You'd better!
Remind me to kick you in the bollocks later."

Absent-mindedly scratching his cock as Paul wandered back into
the bar, Mike again wondered what the hell to do with the
problematic policewomen.
My ex-wife, for
fuck's sake!
The last thing in the world
he'd expected was Belinda to burst into room sixty-nine wielding a
gun! Right, chuck Harold out. Lifting the phone, he rang room
eight.

"Harold," he
announced as the man replied. "You'll have to leave."

"I can't
leave!"

"Your wife's
gone so..."

"Gone?"

"Yes, so you'd
better go, too. The cops have been swarming all over the place,
you're not safe here."

"All right,
I'll go. But I don't know where to."

"Go home."

"I can't,
she'll be there with her lover."

"It's not my
problem, is it?"

"No, I suppose
it's not. OK, I'll see you downstairs when I'm ready."

Replacing the
receiver, Mike rubbed his chin, wondering what would happen to
Harold, where the vicious hand of life would lead him.
Contemplating the situation, he decided to allow Belinda her
freedom, for Harold's protection. As the assassination hadn't yet
occurred, the killer might well be waiting for his victim. Belinda
was Harold's only chance of survival!

As Goldie
emerged from the bar and disappeared into the kitchen, Mike glanced
at the monitor to see Dave and Nancy leaving room sixty-nine. It
appeared that Belinda had been well and truly used, hanging like a
rag doll from her cuffed wrists. Still unable to believe that his
ex-wife was a policewoman as Dave and Nancy emerged from the lift,
he switched the monitor off.

"I'm going to
talk to Belinda," he announced, passing Dave. "Keep an eye on
things down here."

"But it's my
day off!" the chef complained. "I was going to..."

"Tough! Keep
an eye on things."

"I'm going out
for a walk," Nancy smiled. "I'll see you both later."

"This isn't
fair, Mike!" Dave protested.

"One of life's
little shits!" Mike grinned, stepping into the lift. "Or fucking
great shits!"

Reaching the
fourth floor, he made his way to room sixty-nine, praying that
Belinda would do a deal with him once she heard that Harold was
about to leave the hotel. No doubt she'd agree to anything in
return for her freedom - but could she be trusted?

"OK!" Mike
beamed as he entered the sex room. "Belinda, how would you like to
go free?"

"What's the
catch?" she asked suspiciously, lifting her head to look at him,
her pretty face flushed.

"Harold's
about to leave. I thought I'd release you so you can do your job,
keep an eye on him, in exchange for keeping quiet about my little
set-up here."

"OK, agreed,"
she smiled eagerly. "When's he leaving?"

"Soon. There
is just one thing, Belinda - I'm going to fuck you before I release
you."

"Yes, I
thought as much! Has Mrs Gloom gone?"

"Yes, with her
lover - and without paying her bill."

"You'd better
release me now, Mike. If Harold Gloom leaves before..."

"He's not
going just yet, don't worry," Mike replied, flashing a salacious
grin at Wendy.

"If he leaves,
and I'm not there to follow him, there's no saying what will
happen."

"Who's going
to bump him off, his wife's lover?"

"I'm not sure.
That's why it's imperative that I don't lose him."

"Don't fret,
you won't lose him. So, how did you like my chef marinating your
cunt?"

"Try not to be
vulgar, Mike!"

"Sorry, I was
forgetting that you're somewhat prudish. Anyway, you'll enjoy
having me fuck you after all these years, won't you?"

"You're so
crude! As I said the other day, you lack refinement,
eloquence."

"Yes, I know.
Christ, someone has to be common."

"What about
me?" Wendy asked.

"What about
you?" Mike smiled, turning to face the tethered policewoman. "Are
you common?"

"Certainly
not! You can't keep me here forever!"

"She's right,
Mike," Belinda asserted, gazing at Wendy's yawning vaginal
crack.

"I've got it!"
Mike chuckled. "Why don't I allow Harold to stay up here, on the
fourth floor? That way, he'll be safe."

"No, you
mustn't do that!" Belinda protested, tugging on the handcuffs. "You
must let me go so that I can follow him and discover who's trying
to get him."

"No, I think
my idea's best - I'll go and get him now. Oh, he might as well give
you one while he's here - and you, Wendy. Poor old Harold hasn't
had a good fuck in bloody years!"

Leaving the
unhappy women to their fate, Mike sauntered down the hall and
entered the lift. His idea was a good one, he reflected as he
descended to the ground floor. Not only would the poor man be safe,
but he could enjoy endless sex with the tethered women. Poor old
Harold deserved some fun, he decided, stepping out of the lift to
find the slight man cowering by the desk.

"Ah, Harold,"
Mike beamed. "I've just had a brilliant idea."

"What's
that?"

"You can stay
here, on the top floor, just until the heat's off. And, you'll be
delighted to hear, there are two naked women up there - one's tied
to the bed and the other to a wooden frame."

"Naked women?"
the wimp echoed in surprise.

"Yes, and
they're yours for the taking - for the knobbing."

"Really?"
Harold gasped, his face lighting up.

"Yes, really.
Get into the lift and I'll send you up to the top floor. Go along
the hall to room sixty-nine and have yourself some dirty fun."

Bundling the
excited man into the lift, Mike used his key to convey him to
paradise. That was Harold out of the way, and the two policewomen
safely hidden, he reflected thankfully, returning to reception.

By the sound
of smashing plates coming from the kitchen, Goldie was attempting
to prepare the lunches. Paul was manning the bar while Trudie...
Where the hell's Trudie? he wondered. Cecilia had done a bloody
good disappearing act, too! It was about time she moved into the
hotel rather than commute to and fro from her house.

Scanning the
empty foyer, wondering where Dave had got to, Mike decided that it
was safe enough to have a quick wank before lunch. Hauling his ever
erect penis out of his trousers, he was about to recline in his
chair and grab his girlie mag from the shelf when an attractive
young woman breezed into the building.

"Good
morning," Mike smiled, desperately trying to conceal his solid
member as she approached the desk.