Mothers and Daughters Pt. 04

The girls wandered around the room in a self-guided tour, which took no time at all, and checked out the bathroom. It had a shower-tub with a clear glass door that extended only half way down the length of the tub, leaving the rest of the tub open to the room. When they converged back in the bedroom, Pavlina asked in German "So, why are we here?" The three of them stood next to the large window and looked over the city as they talked.

"Because I don't want the police talking to you about the incident last night. They will revoke your AeB status," Nate answered. He motioned them to sit down on the side of the bed, facing the window. He pulled a white armchair over to sit across from them, and sat facing the girls. They were seated on the edge of a high mattress bed. As Nate sank into the lower chair facing them, he couldn't avoid looking up their short skirts. Briana sensed his incidental voyeurism, and crossed her legs. Pavlina either didn't notice or didn't care, and left her legs slightly parted, revealing she, unlike Briana, was not wearing any underwear.

"Is that man really dead?" Briana asked in German. Nate explained yes, the news reported a body was found at the bottom of that stairwell, and police are investigating. He speculated that the man suffered a fatal blow to the back of his head when he cracked his skull on the bottom step.

"Should we go to the police?" Briana asked next. Pavlina shot back no. Nate explained his plan. They will wait out the investigation until Pavlina and Briana leave. If the police come knocking at Nate's door, they won't find him. He explained the credit card charge at the restaurant, and how that transaction could link Nate to the incident as a person of interest. He also explained his theory of how the police found no knives at the scene, and it was likely that the Romanians retrieved them, as well as the personal effects from the dead body. It is almost certain they took the dildo, because leaving that behind would stir the police to investigate along vectors the Romanians did not want. It was also possible that the Romanians further sanitized the scene to remove their own fingerprints. Nate and the girls discussed the possibilities over the next half hour, speculating and endless assortment of what-if scenarios.

In the end, Nate said they have no control over what the police do. They will look for Nate, or they won't. They will connect the girls to the incident, or they won't. "Those elements are out of our control," Nate explained. "That is why we moved to this hotel. We are registered under my lawyer's name, so the police cannot track us to this room." Nate was referring to the national hotel registry system, in which all hotels are required to transmit the names of every guest the check in each day to the government.

"But, if we do not go to the police, doesn't it look even worse if the police finally do come looking for us," Pavlina observed accurately.

"Right," Nate agreed. "That is why I will go to the police next week after you are both out of the country." The girls looked at each other nervously. "You had nothing to do with the incident" Nate continued. "The police will never believe you had any part in taking down a gang of three armed men. A former special forces officer," Nate said, tilting his head to one side, "is a different story." Nate told them of his conversation with Henry, a lawyer and friend Nate has known a long time, and whom Nate trusts. He told them that Henry thinks there is a high risk that Briana and Pavlina's AeB status will be revoked, and they will be re-arrested on the trespassing charges, and held for months, maybe years as a witness to a major crime. But once the girls leave the country, Henry had assured Nate, the girls' AeB status will have been closed, and they will be just two more people whom Germany cannot extradite merely because they might have witnessed a crime.

"What happens if we show up to pay our fine and retrieve our passports, and they arrest us then because our fingerprints were found on the stairs?" Pavlina asked.

"We can't control that," Nate observed. "Your only other option is to disappear – run away – which is something Henry and I discussed. We both think it is a very bad idea. In fact," Nate expounded, "because you were travelling together, if one of you runs away, the police will almost certainly arrest the other and revoke your AeB status." Nate stopped, recollecting a forgotten thread. "The whole problem revolves around if the police found your fingerprints at the scene. That is a big if. Yes," Nate conceded, "I worked quickly, but I was thorough when I wiped down the doorway, the door, and the railing."

"What about our DNA?" asked Briana.

"It is possible they collected DNA from the scene, including yours," Nate explained, "but even if they did, they don't have your DNA on file for comparison. Your DNA will not lead the police to you, but it could confirm your involvement after the police take you into custody."

"Can they trace our footprints – our shoes?" Briana asked again.

"Probably not," Nate ventured. "It was all cobble stone and cement there. I checked the stairs, and no one stepped in any blood to leave any footprints. But even if they found some footprints, it would take a long time to trace the shoes to you. Remember, I purchased them in my name, and I could stonewall the police long enough for you two to leave the country. You would be deep in the Canadian winter before they figured that out," Nate assured her.

"So," Pavlina summarized, "we do nothing, and hope for the best. After we leave Germany, you go to the police, and tell them everything."

"I probably won't mention how I threatened to kill their friends and mothers," Nate referred to his warning to the Romanian thugs last night, "but I will tell them everything else."

"And you will wait until after we leave so that we do not get arrested again."

"Yes," Nate nodded.

"And we should just trust you will help us," Pavlina challenged, this time with obvious cynicism. Nate didn't know how to respond. "So you can fuck us, yes?" Pavlina continued. "And what else?"

"Pavlina, I'm not sure ..."

"In fact," she cut Nate's answer off, "you were planned this all along. You and your lawyer friend trapped us in this hotel room. I have to fuck you and your lawyer buddy, and do whatever else you will have me do. If I do not, you call the police and I will go to jail for years. So now that you have me where you want me, what more do I now have to do for you?"

"I don't understand," Nate furled his eyebrows.

"Will you piss on my face while your lawyer fucks me up my ass? Will you tie me up and whip me? Do I have to fuck all your army friends? Or will you pimp us out like whores on the Reeperbahn for money? What do I have to do now?"

Nate sat back in his seat, taken aback by her unwarranted attack. "Our deal doesn't change," he assured her. "I am doing this to help you."

"You are talking shit," Pavlina scorned. "Men like you don't just help women like me."

"Our deal doesn't change," Nate repeated. He stood up. Across from the bed, against the angled wall, a wide, shallow table held the television and a lamp. Nate pulled his wallet from his pants pocket, and dropped fifty 100 Euro bills the table. He retrieved two of the three room key cards from the envelope and placed them on the table beside the money. Then he pulled the AeB declarations from his laptop case, and dropped them on the table. "There's half of the AeB money, like I promised," he pointed to the stack of bills. The girls, still seated on the edge of the bed, looked hard right to see the table. "There's your hotel keys, and your AeB papers. You can stay, or you can go."

Both girls looked at the stack of money in dumbfounded silence.

"You are serious?" Pavlina asked skeptically.

"I am serious," Nate assured her, sitting back down again across from her. "The deal does not change, and I will do everything I can to help you return home safely."

"If you are such a saint, why did you make us fuck you?" Pavlina demanded.

"Make you!?" Nate chided incredulously. "I didn't make you do anything."

"You are talking shit again," Pavlina snapped. "You told Briana she fucks you or you keep her AeB paper, and she goes to jail. You told her if I don't fuck you, you call the police and I go to jail. You asshole!" she shouted the last two words.

"Force?" Nate asked incredulously. "Go to Jail?!" Nate fired back at Pavlina. "I didn't make Briana or you do anything. In fact, Briana offered," Nate said calmly, gesturing his chin at Briana, who was sitting to Pavlina's right on the bed.

"What do you mean she offered?" Pavlina asked sharply.

"I mean," Nate spoke slowly, now looking at Briana in a new light, "Briana offered to have sex with me, and asked me to pay for the AeB and airline tickets in return." Nate added, "and she told me she would talk to you, and ask you to offer me the same deal, but she told me she didn't think you would go through with it."

Pavlina took three whole seconds to process what Nate just said. She looked at Briana beside her on. "You offered? You pimped me to Nate?"

Briana balked with embarrassment and indignation. "Well, when you put it that way, it doesn't sound right," she defended with mock outrage.

"What other way is there to put it?" barked Pavlina curtly. "Did you offer me to him or not?"

"Well ... I just want you do know I had your best intentions ..."

"You fucking bitch!" Pavlina snarled at Briana with wild anger, and stood up. Briana recoiled in surprise. Pavlina spun on her heel and faced Briana, wagging her finger. "You lied to me. You told me in the park that Nate," she pointed toward Nate in the chair beside her, "told you we both had to fuck him or he would call the police and we would both go to jail."

"Briana," Nate joined the argument with unguarded surprise. "I never told you ..."

"SHUT UP!" Briana yelled at Nate in English. She started crying, and buried her face in her hands.

A piece of the puzzle just fell into place. Last night, when Briana was threatening to quit the deal, Pavlina insisted, nearly begged Nate keep his side of the bargain with Pavlina. Now that made sense. Pavlina thought she and Briana were a package deal, and she believed Briana's withdrawal from the bargain would kill Pavlina's pact with Nate.

Nate looked up at Pavlina standing beside him. She was livid.

"Briana," Nate asked in English. "Why did you do that? Why did you lie to Pavlina?" Briana just shook her head in her hands without saying a word. "Briana," Nate persisted, still in English "you need to tell me."

But Briana just stood up, and started for the bathroom. "No you don't," Nate snapped at Briana in German, letting Pavlina in on the conversation. "You don't walk away without explaining yourself."

Briana turned toward Nate, her eyes red and swollen. "What does it matter?" she said in English.

"It matters to Pavlina," Nate replied in German. "It matters to me. We had a deal that I thought was made in good faith."

"It doesn't matter," Briana shrugged. "You got what you wanted," she said to Nate in English.

"It does matter," Nate repeated in German. "Pavlina thinks I am a horrible man who forced you both to have sex with me. I am not that man. Did I take advantage of an opportunity?" Nate asked rhetorically? "Of course I did. But Briana, you clearly and explicitly offered yourself to me, and I thought Pavlina was given an honest choice. It matters that you tell the truth. If you cannot do that, then you can leave." Briana stood silent for several seconds.

"NOW!" Nate barked loudly in English, pointing at the hotel room door.

Briana visibly jolted at Nate's command. Then her shoulders sagged as she hung her head in shame. "I was afraid," she said in English.

"In German," Nate corrected.

"I was afraid," Briana sighed with embarrassed regret in German, this time looking at Pavlina. "I was afraid to be alone with him. I know that sounds silly, but it's true. I made up that story so you wouldn't leave me alone."

Nate stood up, walked to the narrow table, and picked up the pile of 5,000 Euros, and put it back in his wallet, which he pocketed. Pavlina's eyes went wide with fear. "What are you doing?" she asked cautiously.

"I am not sure I want to continue this," Nate replied to Pavlina in German.

"What is it you need, Nate?" Pavlina asked.

Nate thought about her excellent question. "I need to know we can trust each other." Nate paused. "I meant what I said, Pavlina. I will help you, but I can't do this if I can't trust you both."

"Then maybe you should be more truthful with us," Pavlina snapped back

"I've never lied to you," Nate retorted.

"Maybe not, but you haven't been completely honest either. You pretended not to speak German so you could eavesdrop on my conversations with Briana." Nate started to speak, but Pavlina interjected first. "I'm not saying one is the same as the other, but if you are asking for honesty, then I think you need to lead by example."

Nate put the money back on the table. "Okay," he agreed in German. "You can take the money and leave, or stay, continuing the same deal for another 5,000 Euros on Friday plus airfare. You can both leave, both stay, or one or the other. Your choice."

"I will stay," Pavlina said without hesitation, "with the same conditions. Fucking, sucking, fingering, kissing. Fucking with a condom only. No fucking in the ass, No sick stuff." She looked at Nate, and then at the money on the table. They both looked up at Briana, still standing halfway toward the bathroom.

"I'll stay," Briana pouted.

"And I," Nate offered, "will do my best to return both of you home safely." An awkward silence filled the room. "Maybe this is a good time for make-up sex," Nate smiled in German, but used the English term 'make-up'.

"Oh, the make-up," Briana remembered. "Pavlina and I realized this morning we left the make-up at the restaurant."

"What make-up?" Nate asked.

"We bought make-up and toothbrushes at the drug store, and then we went to the restaurant. We forgot the bag at the restaurant."

Nate thought a moment. "You are sure you left it at the restaurant, and not in the stairwell?"

"Yes," Briana nodded. "I didn't have it with me in the stairwell. I'm certain."

This was a big problem. No, Nate realized, it was a disaster. The girls' clean fingerprints would be all over the product packaging. The restaurant owner, waiter, and greeter will clearly remember Nate and two younger women who dined there last night, and they will almost certainly tell the police about the shopping bag they left behind.

Nate pulled out his cell phone out of his pocket, and called Henry's mobile. Luckily, Henry was eating a late lunch at his desk, and answered Nate's call. Nate told them there were in the hotel room, and explained the new development in German so Pavlina could listen to his side of the conversation. Henry immediately appreciated the gravity of the situation.

"You can't go back to get it," Henry warned Nate.

"I know," Nate nodded.

"I'll take care of it," Henry said. "Stay away," he cautioned Nate. "The women too."

"Thanks," Nate said. "Call me when you have it." Henry agreed and disconnected the call.

"He will go to the restaurant and get it?" the naked Pavlina asked.

"More likely he will send his assistant. It is less suspicious if a woman goes to the restaurant and asks for it."

"So there is nothing more we can do?" Pavlina asked. Nate shook his head no.

"So what," Briana asked sullenly in German, "we're supposed to have make-up sex now?"

"No," Pavlina walked over and picked up the pile of money and the AeB documents. "First we put the money in a safe place. Then ..." she looked at Nate with an evil grin, "then we spank Briana."

"I asked for a room with a safe," Nate noted, but felt his manhood swell as he visualized Pavlina and he taking turns spanking Briana. They found the safe in the front hall closet. It was nearly exactly the same kind as the one in Nate's apartment. Nate showed the girls how to use it, and how to choose their own combination. Then Nate walked away so he couldn't see the combination, and Pavlina put the money and the AeB documents in the safe, and the two girls selected a combination together and locked it.

"So what now?" Pavlina asked.

"First the spanking," Nate recited with a smile, "then the oral sex." Neither girl appreciated his Python reference. Thinking Nate's joke was a command, Pavlina went to the wide, shallow table the television rested on. Tucked beneath the table rested a long bench padded with red fabric. The bench could be pulled out for someone to sit on while watched TV up close.

Pavlina pulled the red padded bench into the floor space between the television and the end of the bed. "Come take your spanking," Pavlina said in German as she patted the bench fabric with her hand while looking at Briana.

"I don't take orders from her," Briana told Nate in English.

"No, but you take orders from me," Nate replied in German, "and right now I am ordering you to do everything Pavlina tells you to do." Briana looked back at Pavlina, who sneered back at her with a knowing smile. Briana shook her head in surrendered disbelief, and walked slowly to the red padded bench. Pavlina told her to kneel on the end of the bench, and then rest her hands on the bench in front of her. As she took her position, her short black skirt rode up her ass, revealing her thong panties.

While Pavlina pondered what to do next, Nate went to his suitcase and retrieved his professional Nikon camera. He walked behind Briana and took a 3/4 profile position behind her ass so he could see her resting on her hands and knees on the bench with her exposed panties. He set the aperture to f/5.6, zoomed to frame the whole bench in the shot, focused, and squeezed off a few shots. He switched the selector to video.

Briana had not noticed Nate's camera, but she heard the shutter click a few times, looked back, and saw his camera. "Whoa!" Briana called out as she stood up from the bench, facing Nate. She pressed her short skirt back in place. "You're not taking pictures of me. No fucking way!" she exclaimed in English.

"Any way, anywhere, any time," Nate spoke in German, reminded both Briana and Pavlina of their deal. "This is part of any way."

Briana and Pavlina nervously exchanged words in German, and Nate could tell it was not going well. "If it makes any difference," Nate interjected in German, "I promise no one but me will ever see them. Ever."

And if we say 'no', is the deal off?" Pavlina asked.

"Here's the camera, there's the door," he gestured to the hotel room door. It was an overused cliché, but an effective one.

"So if you're never going to show them to anyone, what do you want them for?" Briana challenged.

"For later," Nate explained. Briana's stomach churned into a sickening knot.

Reading Briana's unguarded disgust, Pavlina asked "What does he mean, 'for later'?" She thought it was slang term she didn't know.

"He will jerk off to them after we go home," Briana spat the words with contempt. Nate was impressed Briana knew the German word 'wichsen'.

Pavlina shrugged her shoulders. "Okay," she said in universal language, looking first at Briana, then to Nate.

Briana involuntarily shuddered at the thought of any man masturbating over her picture. Her skin actually crawled at the image of Nate spewing his load all over her face displayed on his laptop. It made it all the worse that it was someone she knew. Briana looked at Pavlina, who shot back her eyebrows, as if to say 'what's the big deal?' Briana was outvoted, not that she had any democratic rights in the matter.

"If I ever see one of these on the Internet," Briana scolded Nate in English, pointing at his camera, "I will tell everyone you are a sodomizing pedophile. I will tell the police you ass raped me all those years I babysat for you. I don't care if they don't convict you – I will fuck up your life."