Authors: K. J. Cazel
Identity (10 page)
Once outside Sam closed her eyes, leaned into Tom and started breathing heavily.
"What's the matter Sam?"
"I -I-I saw him," she answered in a weak voice.
"Where? Where?"
"When I smelled the full scent of the cologne. His face flashed in front of me."
"Let get outta here. I want to get you back to the precinct for the police sketch artist to get in down on paper."
The winter sun beamed through the clouds as Tom and Sam waited on the platform for the Red Line. He held Sam's hand tightly reassuring that everything would be all right. Tom used his cell to let Steve know they were on their way in and that the police sketch artist was needed.
***
Steve greeted them on their arrival and ushered them to the corner office. Steve made the introductions, and everyone took a seat around the table. Sam sat directly opposite the artist.
"Okay Ms. Goodrich. I'm ready." His large white sketchpad was poised to receive the details. "Let's start with the shape of his face."
Sam closed her eyes. She hesitantly started. "He had a square jaw with a cleft. He had dark black hair." She watched as the artist's pencil flew across the paper.
"How was his hair cut?"
"Regular I guess," she turned and at Tom. "Like his." Steve could see that Tom wanted to make a comment, but he just leaned back in the chair giving Sam a faint smile. The artist sketched in the hairline.
"His had narrow icy blue eyes." The artist switched pencils and sketched and colored in eyes. He again switched back to the black pencil and asked: "The eyebrows?"
"I don't know." She closed her eyes again to picture the image she had seen.
"They were straight." The artist sketched in the eyebrows. "Like these?"
"Maybe a little closer." The artist erased what he had drawn and penciled in the new brows. "Okay?"
"Yes."
"Now lets do the nose."
Sam looked at the artist and paused before answering.
"Romanesque."
Tom shook his head placing his hand on his face, suppressing his comments. The artist looked up and then returned his attention to the sketchpad.
"How about the lips?"
"Narrow. I see a snickering smile." The artist’s hand quickly drew in the features. "Any moles or scars? How about the ears?"
"I don't remember any. The ears were close to the head."
The artist finished adding the last detail. He turned his creation to Sam. She gasped when she saw the rendering. "Yes, Yes, that's him."
Tom's eyes widened. He knew who it was.
"Steve this sure looks like Mr. Williams." Sam turned to Tom. "You mean from Robinson—Williams?"
"Just met him the other day. This sketch is a very good likeness."
Steve left the room saying he'd be right back. Tom and Sam continued looking into the eyes of the man pictured. "Sam do you remember anything else."
"It's like it out there. I just can't grab it."
Steve returned to the room. He brought his laptop with him. He took a seat at the top of the table and signed on. Once the computer opened to his home page, he entered 'Rodney Williams & Robinson—Williams’ in the search engine. The little ball swirled just a few seconds and multiple links came up. Sam and Tom listened as he read down some of the titles of the links. When he read, ‘
Millionairess Dies In Car Crash’
he clicked on the link. Steve turned the computer so both Sam and Tom could see the posting.
Next to the article was a picture of Sarah Williams. Tom took the computer from Steve and turned the screen to the sketch artist.
"Can you sketch Mrs. Williams with black hair and glasses?"
The artist looked at Sam and knew exactly where Tom was going. He quickly sketched Mrs. Williams. He held up the sketch. The artist then added the black hair and glasses to the sketch. When he finished, he held up the sketch for everyone to see. They all nodded in agreement that it was an excellent likeness between Sam and Mrs. Williams except now she had black hair and glasses. Sam gasped as she saw her likeness looking back at her.
Tom made the introduction, "Sam meet Sarah."
"How can that be?"
"Well, Sarah, it seems that there's a lot more to your story."
On Friday, Rodney sat in his office bored. He was never interested in book publishing. He just liked the money that provided him the things he wanted. He pulled out his iPhone and searched his saved numbers. When he found the number he wanted, he pressed the button to make the call.
"Sergio, I'll be arriving in Vegas tomorrow. I want Ginny when I get to the Palace."
"We'll be ready and waiting for you."
Rodney sat at his desk with one hand on his iPhone while the other massaged his penis. It didn’t take long before his semen flowed into his hand. He thought, “I won't have to do this tomorrow.” He smiled as he got up to cleaned himself up in his private bathroom.
***
When he stepped off the air-conditioned plane the next afternoon, the desert heat hit him squarely in the face, but it didn't bother him. He smiled as he pushed his way through fellow passengers to the waiting taxis. He stepped into a waiting taxi and commanded the driver to take him to the Palace. He felt like a kid going to a toy store. On his arrival, he quickly checked in. Sergio and Ginny sat in the lobby watching him. After Rodney received his key card, he headed for the elevator. Sergio and Ginny got up and followed him into the elevator. Once in the room, Rodney turned to Sergio and discussed the terms of Ginny's services. They agreed on $2,000 for the night. Rodney opened his briefcase and handed Sergio two packs of hundred dollar bills. Sergio left Ginny to perform her duties.
"Remember Ginny, you are mine the night and you must do what I ask."
Ginny looked sheepishly at him and started to disrobe.
"Not yet." Rodney sat down on the lounge chair and removed his iPhone setting it on record. He was tired of pictures. He wanted movies.
"Okay, I'm ready. I want to see a stripping dance." Ginny hummed quietly remembering what she had seen at the strip clubs. This wasn’t the first time a John wanted a private strip show. As she finished undressing, Rodney stopped filming placing the phone on the side table.
"I want you down of all four and beg." He reached into her little purse and took out one of the small white pouches.
Ginny panicked. She didn't know what he would do with her limited supply. Sergio only gave her two pouches for the night. She got down on all fours and started crawling to Rodney. He watched as with one hand he dangled the packet in front of him. As she drew closer he returned the packet to her purse. Again, he picked up the iPhone with left hand. With the other hand he opened his pants and pulled out his stiff penis and aimed it toward her, holding it in position.
"Okay sweetie, you know what to do," he said sardonically. As Ginny moved closer, he aimed the iPhone directly at his member. "I don't hear any begging."
Ginny looked at Rodney and his engorged penis and in a quivering voice replied, "Please, please I need it. I can't live without it." Rodney smiled as he grabbed Ginny by her hair and moved her so her mouth encompassed his penis. He juggled the iPhone to make sure he didn't miss a moment of this action.
"Eat up sweetie." Ginny's head bobbed up and down as she worked his member in her mouth. At last, Rodney spewed his semen into her mouth.
"Swallow it," he commanded.
Ginny looked up from her task, wanting to throw up. She saw the look in his eyes. She swallowed.
"That's a good girl. That's just for starter." Ginny slumped back on the floor, totally demoralized. Tears were rolling down her street, mascara making the tears even sadder.
"Get cleaned up. I didn't pay to see tears."
Ginny got up from the floor and grabbed her purse and fled to the bathroom. When she reached the sink, she placed her fingers down her throat forcing herself to throw up. When she finished, she washed out the sink and splashed cold water on her face. She wiped her face with the hotel's white towel smearing the left over mascara on them. Sitting down on the commode, she took one of the packets from her purse. She knew it was too soon. She also knew that if she didn't use one of the packets now she'd never get through the night. She didn't want to think of the consequences if Sergio didn't get a good report. She deeply inhaled the white powder, closing her eyes as the powder entered her system.
"Get you ass out here!" she heard the John call from the other side of the door.
She stood up and looked in the mirror. She frowned as she saw her naked body. Just a short year ago she was fit, trim and happy. She thought, 'You came a long way down to the depth of this sewer.' At first, she thought Sergio was her white knight. He was so captivating and handsome. Ginny knew differently now.
"I'm waiting."
Ginny reentered the bedroom area of the suite. Rodney had stripped. He was lying on the bed waiting for her. She looked around the room. His iPhone sat on the bedside table, and his clothes were neatly folded and placed on the desk on the other side of the room. She walked over to the bed and placed her purse next to the iPhone before climbing on top of Rodney.
"You have a good memory. Now work it," he said in a harsh voice.
Ginny massaged Rodney's inside thigh working toward his penis. It didn't take long before Rodney was ready. Ginny sat on him enabling her vagina to encircle his member. She slowly rocked back and forth.
"You don't have anything to say?"
Ginny looked at him. She had Johns like this before. They wanted to feel like a lover. As she rocked back and forth her palms moved over his chest.
"You're so strong. I'm so lucky to have you as a lover," she said kittenly. Ginny though this was one screwy John. He kept changing moods.
Rodney smiled. She increased the speed of her up and down motion. She bowed her head down onto his chest and started liking his nipples. Rodney emitted sounds of delight. At last he came. Slowly she moved off Rodney and went to the bathroom. When she returned after cleaning up, Rodney was sprawled on the bed feigning sleep. Ginny headed over to the lounge chair in hope of getting some sleep.
"Not there," Rodney called out to her. He threw a pillow to the floor at foot of the bed. "There."
Ginny knew she couldn't argue with him as she crossed the floor to lie on the floor. Rodney kicked the bedspread over the edge of the bed.
"In case you get cold." Rodney smiled. He thought to himself that he was being generous. After all, she was just a whore.
It was close to midnight before Rodney woke up. He looked down at the sleeping whore. She was sleeping on her stomach; her long red hair flowed down her back. It reminded him of Sarah. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Rodney got out of the bed. He stood over Ginny before he yanked the bedspread off her. She abruptly woke up and was disoriented.
"Just stay right where you are," he commanded.
Ginny braced herself. She knew he was ready to start the onslaught of her body again. Before she knew it, Rodney plunged his penis in her anus. His arms reached around her waist pulling her hips up to get a better hold of her. He pumped his penis up and down with a fierceness that wasn't there before. Because he had rested, his endurance lasted for several minutes before he exploded inside her. When he withdrew he could see signs of blood mixed with drips of his semen. He smiled. He was pleased with himself.
"Get up. Get cleaned up. I'll order room service. I need my strength. We have the rest of the night."
When she was in the bathroom, she used her last packet of white powder.
While Ginny was in the bathroom, Rodney called room service and placed an order. He directed the server to knock and leave the tray outside the room. When Ginny came out of the bathroom she went to the lounge chair and curled up. She didn't say anything.
Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the door. Still nude Rodney checked out the peephole to insure the server had left the tray before opening the door. He opened the door and brought the tray in. He took the tray over to the desk and started to eat the steak that he ordered. Ginny stomach growled as the smell of the meal reach her. Rodney looked at her.
"Hungry?"
Ginny nodded her head indicating the affirmative.
"You can eat when I'm finished." He threw her a roll. "This should tide you over."
Ginny caught it with her cupped hands. She attacked the roll like a hungry animal burying her face into her hands.
When Rodney was done, he looked over at Ginny.
"You can have my leftovers."
As Rodney stepped away from the desk, Ginny rushed over to see what she could salvage to satisfy her needs. She looked at the plate. There was nothing left but crumbs and a cleaned steak bone. She looked at Rodney.
"Next time you have an overnight assignment, you should plan ahead and bring something to eat." He turned away and laughed. While he was in the bathroom, Ginny held back more tears.
Rodney came out of the bathroom sat down in the lounge chair. "I knew you'd still be hungry so get over here," he commanded.
Ginny was familiar with this command. She obediently approached him. The next several hours were a repeat of earlier events.
It was early morning when Ginny woke up in the lounge chair. She had to leave. The effects of the white power had worn off, and she needed another fix. Quietly, she got up and whispered, "It's time for me to go." She didn't expect a reply, but got one anyway.
"Send in your Sergio. He deserves payment."
Rodney got out of bed. He looked at the clock on the bedside table. He still had some time before his plane left. He followed Ginny and unlocked the door. As she slipped out, Sergio pushed the door in to open it wider. Rodney stepped back into the room. He knew he wasn't going to be able to avoid payment.
Sergio looked at the naked Rodney. His eyes traveled up and down his body. He licked his lips.
"Before we finalize payment, perhaps you would like a little more fun?"
Rodney's eyes brightened. His penis started to harden. Sergio smiled. His eyes shifted to the bed. Rodney didn't need any further instructions. He went to the bed and laid on his stomach. Sergio climbed on top of Rodney.
"Up!" Sergio commanded.
Rodney presented himself to Sergio. He heard Sergio's zipper come down. Rodney inhaled in anticipation. Rodney's heart started beating faster. Sergio plunged his penis into Rodney ass. Rodney gave a soft murmur of delight. Sergio was strong and will versed in anal sex. With his right hand, he cupped Rodney's testicles and massaged them in his hand. Simultaneously he kept pumping in and out of Rodney ass. Occasionally he would completely remove his penis letting he tip of his penis touch Rodney's butt cheeks. When he did this Rodney felt tingling up throughout his body. At last Sergio finished. He slapped Rodney on the butt cheek.
"Next time, don't waste your time with Ginny. What you really want is a man.”
A few minutes later, Rodney went to his briefcase to pay Sergio.
Sergio eyed the briefcase with several packets of hundred dollar bills. "That was extra."
Rodney knew he had to pay. Experience taught him that if you want silence, you have to pay for it.