“What you told me before. Was that really true?” Nina called to Karen in the bathroom. “You’ve really never had a man?”
“Uh-huh. I never even was off the farm until this week. My papa was very strict. That’s why I ran away. Bu’ I sure am going to make up for los’ time now that I’m in Copenhagen.” Karen emerged from the bathroom.
The negligee was transparent. It was easy to see why Papa Nodjetbjangg had kept Karen on a short rein. She was built for speed and bursting with sex.
“But are you over twenty-one?” Nina persisted.
“Sure. You want to see my birth certificate? I brought it along so I wouldn’t have any trouble getting a job as a topless waitress.”
“I’d love to see it.”
Karen produced the document from her pocketbook and handed it to Nina. The South American pimpess studied it for a moment, nodded to herself, satisfied, and handed it back. “You promise me another drink,” Karen reminded her.
“Of course.” Nina poured two drinks and handed one to Karen. “Let’s get comfortable.” She stretched out on the bed, propped herself up on the pillows, and patted the space alongside her. Karen shrugged, took a long sip of her drink, and then stretched out beside Nina. “You have such pretty hair,” Nina told her.
“It’s the same color as yours.”
“We’re always attracted to that which reflects our own good points,” Nina murmured, stroking Karen’s hair.
“Wha’ are you doing?”
“Just relax. I’m giving you a Swedish massage.”
“I thought you were South American.”
“I am. Hush now. Just relax.” Nina stroked her way down Karen’s body.
The negligee fell away from Nina’s hands. The Danish redhead was virtually nude now. Her body arched as Nina kneaded her milky, fluttering breasts. Her flat stomach rippled under the expert touch. The wisp of red curls below her navel undulated as Nina’s fingers explored the muscles of her inner thighs.
“Tha’ makes me feel all tingly,” Karen sighed.
“It’s supposed to.” Nina was crouching over Karen now. The shortie nightgown had ridden up over Nina’s haunches. Her high bottom, naked, protruded impudently. Suddenly Nina swooped down, lips pursed.
“Why are you doing that?” Karen gasped.
“Doesn’t it feel nice?” Nina’s voice was muffled. Her red hair splashed over Karen’s ivory thighs.
“Uh-huh!” Karen closed her eyes and bit her lips. Her hands grasped involuntarily at Nina’s head. Her body writhed under the Lesbian’s ministrations. “Whee-ee! It’s like going down on a roller coaster! Whee-ee!” Karen exclaimed after a couple of minutes. “Oh! Ahh! Oh! Whee-ee-ee-ee!”
As the last exclamation trailed off into a high-pitched scream of satisfaction, Nina’s head shot up, the moist lips still quivering, her tongue peeping out from behind them.
“You really are a virgin!” she exulted. “You really are!”
“I told you.” Karen sank back on the pillow, momentarily exhausted.
“You said you wanted a job. Is that right?” Nina asked. “Uh-huh.”
“Is there any reason why you have to stay in Denmark?”
“No.”
“How would you like to go to the Middle East?”
“I’d like it fine. But what are you talking about?”
“I have a job for you in a harem,” Nina told her.
“In a harem?” Karen thought about it. '“That sounds interesting,” she said finally. “What does it pay?”
“Room and board and five thousand dollars.”
“Five thou—-I’ll take it!”
“All right. You just stay right there and rest. I’ve got to make a phone call.” Nina walked across the bedroom to where the phone was. She dialed a number and spoke very softly into the mouthpiece.
It didn’t matter. All I had to do was pick up my own phone and I was cut right into her conversation. I listened with interest. Nina had chartered a jet plane to fly her to Paradise Island. Now she was telling the pilot to get ready, that they’d be leaving in about an hour.
Nina hung up and so did I. I’d have to work fast; that was obvious. Somehow I had to separate Karen from Nina. But how?
I was lucky. The problem was taken out of my hands. Nina herself solved it for me.
“You get dressed quickly,” she told Karen. “We’re leaving for Nassau right away.” As she was talking she was slipping out of her nightie and into a simple shift dress. “I’ll go downstairs and check out,” she added as she pulled on her shoes. “Meet me in the lobby as soon as you’re ready. And hurry.”
I almost applauded as the door closed behind Nina. I watched for a moment as Karen drunkenly shucked off the negligee and struggled into her clothes. When she finished pulling on her panty hose, I darted from my room and knocked on the door to Nina’s. I didn’t wait for an answer; I walked right on in.
“Who are you?” Karen looked up surprised.
“Nina sent me,” I told her. “You’re to come with me.”
“But she said to meet her in the lobby.”
“Something came up. She had to go on ahead. She asked me to bring you to the airport.”
“Oh. Aw righ’.” Docile, Karen followed me from the room to the elevator.
When we boarded it, I punched the button for the basement.
“Why are we going out this way?” Karen wondered when we got off the elevator.
“To avoid the crowd in the lobby,” I told her cryptically. I didn’t add that the crowd I wanted most to avoid consisted of only one person—Nina!
My luck held. A cab was just discharging a passenger as we emerged on the street. I hustled Karen into it. “The airport! And hurry!” I told the driver.
“Did Nina mean it when she said she’d get me a job in a harem?” Karen asked me as we sped toward the airport.
“What she meant was that she’d arrange for me to interview you about the job,” I improvised. “You see, I have the final say.”
“Oh. Well, what do you say?”
“Do you agree of your own free will to join a harem?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And do you acknowledge that I am the one procuring you for this employment?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“It’s important that you realize you’re not being hired by Nina, but by me. Is that all right?”
“Sure. Why not? I like you better anyway. I dig men.” Karen snuggled up against me.
“Just wait until you meet the Sheikh,” I advised her. “You’ll really dig him.”
“I can’t wait.”
The cab pulled into the airport. I hustled over to the Information counter. The girl there made a call for me and directed me to the runway where the private jet Nina had chartered was waiting. The pilot didn’t blink an eyelash when we boarded the small cabin plane. He’d been told to expect two passengers, and that was all he’d been told. We were cleared for take-off, and moments later we were in the air, on our way to Paradise Island in the Bahamas.
We’d been up about an hour when the pilot’s voice sounded over the p.a. in the cabin. “I just thought you’d like to know it’s midnight,” he said. “Happy New Year!”
“Happy New Year!” Karen flung herself on top of me and kissed me.
“Happy New Year,” I answered automatically when I’d pried her loose. “Happy New Year . . .” But my heart wasn’t in it. It was midnight, December thirty-first. That was the deadline. And we were still four or five hours from our destination. I hadn’t made it. I’d lost, and so had Austin.
Happy New Year? What was happy about it?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Happy New Year.” I pronounced the words glumly and ironically as I alighted from the plane at Nassau.