Mary opened the hotel room door and looked surprised to see me with a companion. I was clutching a bag of new clothes, while Cherry was carrying some more food and coffee for us.
“Come in Beth, who’s your friend?” asked Mary, looking Cherry up and down.
“We’re gonna work the same track tonight, so I wanted us all to have a chat together.” I said, as I walked into what was a bog-standard hotel room.
Fuck, I thought, the cops don’t get paid enough to do their dirty job. The sparse room only contained twin single beds, a dressing table and two easy chairs. An open doorway led to the bathroom and there was no sign of Jack.
“Sit down on the bed girls and eat your food, while I fill you in on what’s happening,” she said sitting opposite us on the other bed.
Before she started though, I explained what had happened in the early hours of the morning. Mary’s eyes widened with horror, when I described my encounter with the serial killer, while Cherry was aghast to hear what had happened to me in London.
“Beth, this changes everything!” exclaimed Mary.
“I don’t see why,” I countered. “The chauffer might be on the prowl tonight and you can grab the cunt, if either of us identify him.”
“Do you think you could recognise the driver?” Mary asked Cherry.
“It was dark, but I did see his face, maybe…?” Cherry hesitated. “But I could definitely finger the big guy who grabbed Beth’s arm.”
“Alright, we’ll leave things as they are. We’ll be in position by seven and when you two arrive, we’ll keep a close eye on you. If you fail to spot them on the street, then we can close in on him on Monday night at the Schwarzer Panther.”
The funny thing was, that having had another encounter with the monster I wasn’t quite so anxious about seeing him again. I was also glad that Cherry had had a heads up on the situation.
“Do I have anything to worry about?” Cherry asked.
“No! Definitely not,” responded Mary. “This guy is only interested in girls with fuller figures, like Beth’s. You’re far too svelte to be of interest to him.”
“That’s reassuring,” she replied. “But what about Beth? Where are you going to be watching us from,” she asked.
“You won’t see us, but we’ll be there, don’t worry Cherry.” I glanced at my new friend, who looked uncertain about the risk.
I felt guilty about getting her involved, but as we chatted, Mary explained that her being in the know lowered her risk. The three of us chatted for another ten minutes and then Cherry & I left for the hostel. Once we were back on the street, she stopped me.
“Fucking hell Beth, you were taking a chance!” she exclaimed. “He might have recognised you and we might be dead now!”
“Look I didn’t want the appointment last night!” I countered. “Anyway Cherry, he didn’t recognise me and now you know the dangers, you’ll be okay.”
We had just turned into Oranienburger Strasse and were nearly back to the hostel, when Cherry stopped me and dragged me by the arm into a shop doorway.
“Beth, we should tell the others. All the girls are in danger.” She said earnestly.
“I’ve fucking thought about it babe,” I said gazing into her troubled blue-greys. “It could start a panic though and that’s the last thing the cops want. Look, give it till we’ve been to the party on Monday night and if we don’t catch the bastards, then we’ll talk to Mary about the situation.”
That seemed to mollify her and we set off once again toward the hostel.
“She fancies you, Beth!”
“Who. Mary? No, she’s just looking out for me.” I said, just as we started to climb the stairs toward our landing.
“No Beth, I can tell she’s got a crush on you. I don’t blame her Beth, cos you’re gorgeous.” I blushed, while opening the door to our room.
My denims and panties were halfway down, before the door had shut. I kicked them away and when I turned round, Cherry was standing with her arms in the air and gazing at me with her sparkling grey-blues.
“Undress me Beth. I may be wrong about Mary, but I’m not wrong about wanting you to fuck me with whatever comes into your mind.”
I sank to my knees and released the row of studs that held her shorts together. I pulled them off her pert globes and slim hips, letting then fall around her stilettoes. Her red cotton panties followed, to reveal short tufty blonde pubes and a cute pair of pussy lips.
“We’ll have to get rid of this,” I said scuffing her pubes with my fingers.
“You can do it for me,” she suggested, still standing there with her arms raised.
I lifted her t-shirt up and peeled it off, over her head and arms, before dropping it on the floor. I whipped my own shirt off and grabbed her round the waist, to lift her free of her shoes.
She giggled, as we fell together onto the bed, before starting to kiss each other in a frantic embrace. For a precious hour, all thought of danger and murder were the furthest thing from our thoughts, as we sated our Sapphic desires on each other’s nubile bodies.