“Baby, come here a second!” she called, and I left my study of the Albany skyline to hike all the way across that vast room and join her stretched out on that huge bed, our feet on the ground as we stared up at the ceiling.
“Okay, Bobby, now we’re here, phase one is done; now we move on to phase two. In about an hour, there’s a Private Investigator coming to see us; I spoke with him yesterday, and what we’re asking is not what they normally do, apparently none of them do, but I waved money at him, and I guess he couldn’t resist it. Anyway, he’s agreed to assist us, so we’ll need to have every scrap of information you and Ricky can dredge up. After that, maybe we should get some dinner, or just get Room Service; I don’t know about you, baby, but I’m absolutely buggered! My watch says it’s 7pm, my body clock says it’s after midnight, and we’ve had an eight-hour flight; I really, really need some sleep, so please keep me awake during this meeting.”
I scrambled further up the bed and Shari wearily clambered after me, sliding up against me and slipping her hand inside my shirt and around my waist.
“Mmm, nice and warm! Wake me up in a little while, baby, I just want a quick snooze, ok?”
I brushed her forehead with my lips, but she was already asleep, so I lay back and looked around in wonder; I was actually in a foreign country, in a luxurious hotel room with a beautiful girl. Six months ago the very thought of it would have been dismissed as an impossible fantasy, but it was real, I was really here, and so was the girl! There was no way I was going to fall asleep; I was too keyed-up. Prior to making the preparations for this trip, I’d never been outside Carlisle, so this was an entirely new experience for me, and I intended to savour every nuance of it.
I was going over the events of the last few weeks in my mind when there was a light tapping at the connecting door between the two suites. Gently disengaging Shari from me, I went over and opened the door. Yaz was standing there, wearing that brief robe she was so fond of. She nodded over at Shari, who was fast asleep again.
“Bobby, that bloke from the detective agency or whatever they call themselves over here is going to be here in about twenty minutes, you’d better wake her up and get her in the shower quickly, otherwise she’s liable to fall asleep during this meeting. Actually,” she grinned at me and held her nose, “you could do with one as well!”
I turned her around and swatted her bottom, Yaz giggling and stumbling back into her suite, where I could see Rick stretched out on the bed, as flaked-out as Shari.
“You cheeky little bugger, show some respect for your elders!” I called after her, and ducked as she chucked a cushion at me and jumped giggling onto her bed, jarring Ricky awake.
“Okay Bobby, I know, I heard!” came Shari’s voice, still blurred with sleep. I decided that after this meeting, we’d have a light meal sent up, and we’d all get some rest. Shari was right, it may have been early evening in Albany, but our bodies thought it was after midnight, and we’d had a long, heavy day.
Shari sat up and wearily began stripping off her jacket and boots. I moved in and helped her, Shari flopping back on the bed with a sigh as I tugged her boots off, then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off, with her lifting her bottom to allow me to pull the tight jeans all the way off. I held out my hand and she took it, hauling herself upright. I looked at her and shook my head; she was exhausted. Maybe planning a meeting fresh off the ‘plane hadn’t been such a smart move, and I think she was probably thinking that too; but it was too late now; the Private Investigator was due in less than half an hour, so she needed to be fully awake and aware.
Once she’d stripped off, I led her to the shower. She was almost stumbling with weariness, so I quickly shed my clothes and pulled her into the wet-room, turning all the spray-heads on at once, so she was hit from all angles by the hot needle jets.
“Oooh, yess, that feels so good!” she drawled, leaning against the wall and then sliding down into the alcove seat as the spray pummelled her, her eyes closing as she once again began to slip back into sleep. This was not what I intended, so, after a few second’s deliberation, and somewhat reluctantly, I hit the temperature regulator, turning all the spray heads to ‘Cold’.
Shari shrieked as the frigid water woke her up in a hurry, galvanising her back to her feet as she gasped, trying to find the shower control panel. I wasn’t as affected as she was; remember, for the past few years all I’d ever had was cold showers, but I think this was the first time she’d ever had one.
“BOBBY! TURN THE FUCKING HEAT BACK ON!” she screamed at me, shivering as she groped for the control panel, which I just happened to be leaning against.
“Are you awake now, baby?” I asked her, to get her small fist in my chest as she thumped me.
“YES, YES, YES I AM, NOW FUCKING TURN IT OFF!” she yelled, so I did, then grabbed a gigantic soft towel off the rail and wrapped it around her. She glared at me, her beautiful grey eyes furious at what I’d done.
“DON’T touch me, you pig!” she snarled, wrapping the towel around herself as she shivered, so I ignored her and briskly rubbed her down, helping to get her circulation going again.
“So, are you awake enough for this meeting, or do you want another dose?” I asked her as I rubbed and massaged her, enjoying myself immensely. Her eyes narrowed.
“If you ever do that again, I swear, I’ll slap you so hard our grandchildren will feel it!” she hissed, but still wriggled against me as I rubbed her down.
“So we are having grandchildren, then?” I enquired innocently, then gasped as she reached down and pinched my cock, hard.
“Yes, but don’t push it, buster, I haven’t forgiven you for what you did in there!” she grated, her fingers still applying pressure to my most delicate bits.
“Okay, truce, you can have a go at me later, right now we have a meeting in…” I looked at the wall-clock “… fifteen minutes, so can we get a move on?”
She relaxed her grip, letting me breathe a sigh of relief.
“Okay Bobby, but you owe me!” she whispered, giving Bobby Jr. a meaningful shake before letting go. Five minutes later I was dried-off and dressed, wearing jeans and a pullover shirt. Shari had on just a simple shift dress, something I’d never seen her wear before, noticing all over again just how spectacular her long creamy legs were; she always wore jeans or leggings, so I almost never got to see her legs during the day, and I made a note to myself to make it happen more often; her pins were far too good to be hidden away like that!
Ten minutes to blow-dry and brush her fabulous hair, and we were ready to meet this P. I. character. We’d already asked the Front Desk to ask him to come up to the room, so all we had to do was wait. The connecting door opened, and Yaz and Rick joined us. I was intrigued to see that Yaz was wearing the same pattern dress as Shari; obviously the similarities between the two of them were more than just skin-deep. We were making small talk, Yaz looking pityingly at me when Shari told her what I’d done to wake her up, when there was a knock at the door. Shari tensed slightly, so I patted her hand as she twined her fingers in mine for a second, then I got up to answer the door.
The caller was an attractive young woman, in maybe her late twenties, wearing a subdued, but very smart business suit, and an elegant white blouse open at the neck, her dark hair in a modern but unfussy style, and carrying a black briefcase. She looked for all the world like any young executive one might pass on the street: smart, professional, completely unremarkable, and totally anonymous.
“Miss Shahida..?” she enquired, holding out her hand as Shari came forward.
“That’s me. I was expecting Mr. Krall…?”
The young woman smiled.
“I am his associate; my name is Melanie; Mr. Krall prefers to work unobtrusively, so my function is to meet clients, assess the level of information they require, go through the scale of fees, and explain our processes and procedures. I have been given to understand that because this is outside our normal type of enquiry service, a more… personal scale of fees has been agreed, tailored to the needs of this enquiry. I assume there are no legal attachments or impediments to this enquiry?”
Shari smiled back, then sobered.
“No, no legal issues. All we want to do is find our brother; he’s been missing for almost four years now, but we think he may be somewhere in this area. We’d like you to find him; that’s all. I discussed and agreed the fees and conditions with Mr. Krall when I made the original enquiry, so if you would like me to sign an agreement engaging your firm’s professional services, I am prepared to do that right now.”
Melanie seated herself at my invitation, and took a sheaf of papers from her briefcase, various contracts and agreements, which Yaz read through quickly, and nodded. Shari signed in duplicate and once Melanie had checked all was in order, she handed one set to Shari and smiled professionally.
“I understand that you have some information that might be of assistance. If possible, we need a recent photograph of the subject, plus any other personal information that might be of relevance in tracing the subject.”