Fragrance of Revenge (3 page)

Chapter
4

I
realized that Stephen was desperate and might also be serious about confronting
the blackmailer himself. Stephen shared that his wife is on some heavy-duty
medications since Melanie killed herself. If Stephen was killed, or arrested
for killing the blackmailer, his wife would surely have more serious problems.

Besides,
I can’t ignore his asking for help. He only wants me to find out who is doing
the blackmailing.
Now that I think about that, then what happens? I’ll just
identify who it is and then see what Stephen plans to do. He already said he can’t
make this public. Now, I’m more concerned about my involvement. I better get
some advice.

*.*.*

I made
my way around Harvard Square which was blocked off for the parade. Brattle Street had many cars parked along it since it was so close for people who wanted to
see the parade. I parked behind the building, but was surprised when I saw
Mike’s car parked in one of the parking spaces.

I opened
the front door which was unlocked.

“Is that
you Scott?” Mike asked from somewhere inside.

“Yes it
is.” I walked towards his office.

“I
thought I heard the roar of your car,” he said holding his ears.

“Very
funny. Happy Fourth of July, Mike.”

“Yes and
the same to you. I didn’t expect to see you in today. I thought you would be
enjoying a long weekend and your redheaded friend.”

I gave
that a quick thought and responded, “Yeah, me too.”

“Oops.
Do I detect a problem?”

I smiled
and sat down. “You know Mike, I have a lot of respect for you detectives…you
don’t miss much.”

“Scott,
I’m about done here, and was about to leave. Do you have something you need to
take care of, or do you want to join me for a beer?”

“I don’t
have anything in particular I was going to do. I was just coming into the
office to get my mind off things.” I stood up. “I would love to have a beer, or
maybe a couple of pitchers.”

“Lover’s
quarrel?” he said smiling and getting up.

“There
you go again. Why don’t I keep my mouth shut, and you can tell me what I should
do?”

“Sure,
after many years of marriage…buy flowers and a box of chocolates.”

“If it
were only that easy.”

*.*.*

We
walked around the block to the Harvard Pub. We spent many hours here talking
about cases when we both worked on the task forces, along with just having a
beer or two after work.

The
entrance to the pub always surprised me. There was just a window and a door,
but once inside, the short hall opened up into a large lounge area with high
tables. The bar was off to the left side of the hallway as you came in. Today
the lounge and bar was crowded due to the holiday. It didn’t look like we were
going to get our usual table or a table at all.

We stood
at the end of the hall looking around. Mike’s expression turned to a smile. I
felt two breasts pressed into my back and arms wrapped around my waist.

“My, oh
my, who would let you out on a long-weekend?” I recognized the sweet voice of
Maggie.

I turned
around to look down at Maggie’s smiling face and breasts only inches from
falling out of a much too small top. “Hi Maggie.”

She
looked up and smiled. “Yes Scott, they’re still there.” She looked down at her
breasts and pulled them up with both hands. “That reminds me, you both still
owe me a visit…you really need to see my dance routine. What else can I get you
Scott…Mike?”

I was
bright red and could feel it in my ears. “Any chance of a table?”

“Oh, you
come see me dance and I’ll get you a table right down front. Other than the
stage it’s dark in the club and no one would see your face light up like now.”
She turned to Mike. “I just love how I get to him. Happy fourth Mike.” She did
a quick look over her shoulder. “Just a minute, I’ll be right back.”

“She
does like teasing you, doesn’t she?”

“Yes she
does, and she does a good job. I don’t think I could ever see her dance
routine. From that point on she would never be dressed again. There’s not much
left to the imagination as it is.”

Maggie
was waving to us from over near the far wall. We made our way through the
crowded pub. “So, where’s the redhead you guys are always flaunting?”

“She’s
working today.”

“So,
that’s why you look like a lost puppy dog. I just love little puppies. You guys
want your usual drafts, or can I get you one of our special pitchers?”

Maggie
was not very tall, which was ideal for resting both of her breasts on the table,
but she had one hand on my thigh. “I think we could use a pitcher.” I answered
with a voice that wasn’t my own.

“I’ll
get you a pitcher and a
picture,
” she said with a squeeze, and a big
smile. She turned and wiggled away.

“You
know Scott, she teases everyone, which is why the owner likes to have her
waiting on tables. Being an exotic dancer leaves her very comfortable with her
body. However, she
really
likes it when you come in here. I’m sure
you’ve noticed that. What’s up that you can talk about?”

I
watched as Maggie headed our way with a pitcher and two frozen mugs in one hand
and coasters in the other. She threw the coasters from about four feet away and
one slid in front of Mike and the other slid off the table into my lap.

She
placed the pitcher and one mug on the table and coaster, and then started to
reach for the other coaster. “I guess I’m losing my touch, I can usually hit the
table from six feet away.”

Mike and
I knew her ability with the coasters, and it wasn’t an accident it was sitting
in my lap. I picked the coaster up quickly and placed it on the table.

“Scott,
you seem a little jumpy today.” She put the remaining mug on the coaster and
filled each mug. She reached around her back and placed something on my thigh.
“That will give you a little preview of my routine, and I’m sure something to get
you up and going in the morning.” She winked.

I looked,
and it was a picture of her doing a routine. I turned red, but didn’t know if
the picture was upside down or not. I didn’t know what to say.

“Thanks
for the compliment Scott. Keep that to yourself…okay?”

I put
the picture in my shirt pocket. Then looked over at Mike and he was almost
choking on his beer.

When Maggie
left and I had downed half my glass of beer and felt I could talk in my own
voice I said, “I do have something to talk to you about.”

“Let’s have
it.”

*.*.*

“I have
a problem.”

“Just
one?”

“Funny
man.” I looked to make sure Maggie wasn’t going to disturb us, or more exactly
– me. “It involves Mercedes’ father, Stephen.”

“I take
it it’s not related to the real estate project you’re working on for him?”

“I wish
it was. No, this is much more serious, and you’re the only one I think I can
share enough of what’s going on to guide me.”

“How can
I help?”

“Stephen
has asked me to do a private investigation for him, but Mercedes is asking me
to stay away from any future investigations. She doesn’t know anything about
her father asking for my help. She’s concerned I almost bit off more than I
could chew—“

“Did you
call me Scott?” Maggie asked from behind me.

“As a
matter of fact, would you please bring us another pitcher.”

“Oh,
just a pitcher…I thought you wanted…never mind, I’ll bring you another.
Gentlemen, need anything to eat?” She said it with a deliberate straight face.

“Mike,
do you want some rings?” I asked.

“Sure,
that sounds fine.”

Maggie
tugged up on the top of her outfit. “I’ll be right back boys.”

“Phew,
where was I?”

“You
were explaining your problem involving Stephen and Mercedes.”

“Right.
Mike, I need your advice as to what to do. I want to help Stephen with his
investigation, but I also don’t want to ruin my relationship with Mercedes.”

“Is
there any danger connected with the investigation?”

“There
could be. Someone is blackmailing him and he wants me to find out who it is.”

He
studied me for a moment, and then responded, “Scott, I would say this could
indeed be dangerous.”

“Are you
guys talking about me again?” Maggie asked as she came up from behind me.

“No we
weren’t…talking about you. You’re not dangerous.” I answered, and then
immediately regretted the words.

“Well
Scott, you might say that now, but if you saw me dance you might have another
opinion. I’ll let you think about that, and get your onion rings, which should
be hot and ready by now.” She said that in a normal voice, but then came over
and leaned against me, and whispered in my ear, “Scott, I caught that no good
husband of mine with one of the other dancers. We’re now separated and soon to
be divorced. Please come see me dance. Will you do that for me?”

I looked
at her and she looked like her emotions were starting to show, her eyes
sparkling. “I will seriously give that some thought.”

She
smiled and winked, and tugged at the top of her outfit and wiggled away.

“What
may I ask was that all about?”

I took a
deep breath before I answered. “She’s almost single again and really wants me
to see her dance.”

“She’s
right Scott. Seeing her dance sounds more dangerous than the investigation,
especially if Mercedes finds out about it.”

“Mike
you never answered me about the investigation. What do you think?”

“I think
you should do as Mercedes asked and let our office do the investigation for
Stephen.”

Maggie
arrived with the rings and another round. “I thought Scott could use another
beer, so I brought both of you another.” She reached between her breasts and
pulled out what looked like another picture. She put it in my white shirt
pocket and tapped on the pocket. “Just something for…later.” She smiled and
spun away.

I didn’t
dare look at what she gave me. However, I could smell the fragrance emanating
from my pocket.

Mike
watched the exchange and then asked, “Would you like to explain to Stephen why
you can’t do the investigation, and then mention our alternative? Do you really
want to risk your relationship with Mercedes? If you want my opinion, don’t get
yourself involved. You can’t afford to lose her, or worse, your life.”

“So
Scott, what will it be?”

Chapter
5

Dr.
Adler looked at her baby picture which was now wrinkled from his handling. His
life changed the day she entered his world. That was well over twenty years
ago. She was covered in hair, which they thought she would have to live with
all her life.

At the
time she came to stay at the hospital, the disease called Ambras Syndrome was not
well known. Her condition was later diagnosed as Circumscribed Hypertrichosis.
However, when she reached puberty the hair regressed.

He spent
years with her trying to deal with her emotional instability and lack of
self-esteem. He used post-hypnotic suggestions to give her a better feeling
about herself.

Despite
her current beauty, he still needs to work with her so that when she looks in the
mirror, she sees how beautiful she really is. All she sees is how she looked as
a hairy monster. Despite all of his recent attempts, she has confessed that when
she looks in the mirror, all she sees is the image of her earlier
disfigurement.

He
pulled one of the more recent photos of her. All of the lanugo hair has long
since disappeared. Her body is the color of fine porcelain. Her hair is a
bright red and has only been slightly trimmed since birth. He liked to see her
hair partially covering her naked breasts, the long strands reaching almost to
her navel. The triangle patch of hair where her thighs meet is a much lighter
color and soft to his touch.

He has
many Polaroid pictures of her naked body. When she’s not actually with him, the
pictures help him fulfill his other fantasies.

He still
finds it amazing that she has never felt ashamed of what they do while she is
under his hypnotic spell. For many years he has been her lover. He has
contemplated sharing with her what they do together, but fears it would end his
ability to continue. He can’t tell a soul what he does with her, as it would
mean he would be relieved of his managing the care facility and could also get
him disbarred, and possibly arrested. He thinks often about the day he will
share what they have been doing all these years. However, he’s concerned his
reward of her beauty and her body is too much to risk telling her.

He can’t
tell her about how he has fallen in love with her, and he certainly needs to
maintain the ultimate of discretion from the other caregivers at the
institution. All they know is that for years he signs her out of the facility
to his home to help her transition to the outside world. His fabricated reports
talk about her progress toward that end.

*.*.*

They
spent hours in this secret room in his basement. During the day, light would
filter in from the two windows high on the basement wall. At night, light from
the small lamp on the nightstand would cast a soft glow on her body. When he
planned this room he purposely located it at the back of the house, making sure
it was away from any people passing by on the sidewalk.

Now, the
cool air of the room was sensual against his naked body. He stood against the
foot of the bed, closed his eyes and pictured her once again naked on the sheet
covered bed. Her ankles restrained by the ropes at each corner. Her wrists
slipped into the other ropes at each bedpost. She could normally remove her
wrists anytime she felt the need. She never did, but this time he made sure she
couldn’t. The white of her body against the black sheets was an erotic sight.

He could
hear his rushed breathing and his heart pounding. Despite all the things he
normally does with her, now he was doing the things he really wanted to do.
He
imagined her shock of what he was doing and her predicament registering in her
wide eyes—this time she was trapped.

In spite
of how much talent she had learned in the fine art of lovemaking—it wasn’t
enough to satisfy his cravings. He was going to make her pay for what
she
had created. He had always made sure he didn’t leave any scars on her body, but
this time he didn’t care.

She had
always been a willing student, but this time she was crying out for a different
reason.

*.*.*

Minutes
later he opened his eyes and realized what he had done. In spite of all of his
medical training and credentials he couldn’t control his behavior. In just a
matter of hours he would have the real thing for three whole days and nights.

Why
couldn’t he wait?
Will this be the
weekend he fulfills his most wicked desires, or will he be content for the fire
inside her body? Why is that not enough?

Right
now he had to control himself. He had trained her well, but he had created a
monster within himself. He wasn’t proud of his behavior, but he had gone too
far and was lost forever. His guidance had succeeded in creating a girl, no a
woman, capable of satisfying both their needs.

He knew
deep inside him it was getting harder and harder not to fulfill his deepest
fantasies whether she was willing or not.