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  “I’m afraid not.” Phaedra was anxious to keep the exchange as brief as possible. My gawd, she thought with a shudder, what if she looked out her spyhole yesterday and saw Curtis carrying me down the hall? Yet a sharp thrill shot through her recalling how she had clung to him throbbing and wet with longing. And how he had satisfied her, up against the wall, beyond her wildest expectations.

  “Did you know that Holly was friendly with that fellow who runs the bookstore?”

  “…Er no, I didn’t.” She had been so caught up in her own hot thoughts that it took a moment for what Evelyn was saying to register.”

  “She spent a lot of time in there. It could be that he might know more than he’s letting on.” She leaned forward in the age-old gesture of the conspirator and added cryptically. “He’s visited her here a couple of times too.”

  Alan Thorpe had overly large feet and hands. He looked anemic.“Of course, I know Holly,” he answered congenially. “She’s an avid bookworm.”

  It was a small cluttered store with used books piled high in bins and a layer of dust over everything.

  “Have you any idea at all where she might have gone?” Phaedra never took her eyes off his face.

  But if Alan had any deep dark secrets regarding her sister, he in no way showed it.

  “None at all, I’m afraid. I just wish I could be of more help.”

  “I was told that you visited Holly…you know, at her apartment.”

  Alan laughed. “So that old biddy across the hall’s been nattering again.” Then on a more sober note explained the reason for the visits. “Holly ordered a number of titles, and I would drop them off when they came in.”

  As Phaedra left, he assured her there was nothing going on between himself and Holly. “We were just friends,” he said. “Who shared a common interest.”

  It wasn’t until she was some way from the book shop that the relevance of how Alan had phrased the final disclaimer hit her. He had spoken of Holly in the past tense.

  We “were” just friends, rather than we “are.”

  “It could just have been a manner of speech,” suggested Curtis.“What did you think of him otherwise?”

  “Well I didn’t get any bad vibes from him. He seems like a normal and quite decent sort. And you’re right; it probably means nothing at all. She realized how paranoid she had become. She was beginning to suspect everyone.

  “Even so, I’ll check him out, if it’ll make you feel any better.”

  She found it impossible to talk to Curtis for any length of time, and keep her raging libido at bay. “You’d make me feel even better,” she murmured seductively.

  “How about later tonight?” His voice grew husky with desire.

  * * * *

  What must he think of me? Phaedra relaxed in a steaming bubble bath. I threw myself at him like a shag hag. Yet, it had seemed so natural and necessary at the time. There was no doubt she would do the same thing again. She had no regrets.

  Curtis answered her unspoken question without realizing he had done so. He brought her a teddy bear dressed in a Mountie’s uniform. “He’s our mascot. I wanted to give him to you as a small token of my esteem.”

  She felt so uplifted by his words that she was flying. “This is as close to rapture as it gets,” she murmured.

  “Hush.” He laid a finger on her lips. Phaedra licked it and sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes heavy with passion, she dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. His cock was swollen, hard and ready. She took the full length of it in her mouth and worked her head up and down. He moaned and ran his hands through her hair. She fondled his balls. They were tight and full. She knew he wouldn’t last long. When he started to cum, she inserted her finger into his ass to increase the sensations.

  “Be sure and keep the door locked at all times,” he advised, as he left the following day.

  “I always do. But why are you telling me this. Do you think I might be in danger?”

  Curtis shook his head and buckled on his holster. “Now don’t get alarmed. But with your sister still missing…we have to take every precaution.”

  “So you think that Holly was kidnapped and who ever done it might come back and get me?”

  “Look, Phaedra, I didn’t say that. But we can’t afford to ignore any possiblity, no matter how remote.”

  This exchange made her more nervous than usual. She had to admit there was something in what Curtis had said. She put the chain on after he’d left, then wedged a chair underneath the handle for good measure.

  However, if Holly had been abducted, it had to have been by someone she knew. Otherwise, there would surely have been some signs of a struggle? Was it possible that the pale Alan in the musty bookstore might not be as innocent as he appeared? He was certainly not attractive to women. Perhaps Holly had repelled his advances and sexual frustration had got the better of him? He could have returned later with some ruse to get her to leave with him, quietly.

  Phaedra knew she was reaching, and yet stranger things had happened.

  Like a sister, for instance, who had always kept in touch on a daily basis. And who had suddenly disappeared and not been heard of for almost ten days.

  She could feel the imprint of Curtis’s cock branding deep inside her pussy. He had pounded her–in bed this time instead of against a wall–until she went off like a rocket. He had licked her too, for what seemed like a glorious eternity, paying special attention to her clit, which hardened and throbbed against his tongue.

  The posters of Holly were up in all major locations. There had been a few calls, from the curious mostly and the inevitable cranks. But nothing concrete that shed any light on the mysterious disappearance.

  “Come over to my place and meet my cat,” Curtis invited. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll even cook you dinner. Spaghetti, I think, followed by strawberries–now that’s a sensuous fruit–for desert.”

  “Even more sensuous with cream,” suggested Phaedra. “I’ll bring some. See you tomorrow night. Oh and by they way, what will you do if I’m bad?”

  “Spank you, of course.”

  “Then remind me to be very bad, indeed,” she murmured. The thought up being upended and spanked by Curtis was a turn on of the first order. And if he wore his uniform while he was administering the spanking…wow. She’d always had a thing about men in uniform.

  “Keep your uniform handy,” she whispered, and before he could ask her why, she rang off.

  Afterwards, sitting in the dark watching the lights from the harbor, she felt guilt wash over her like a vengeful tide. This was inappropriate behavior for someone whose sister had been missing for almost two weeks. When she had mentioned this to Curtis he brushed it aside. “Sitting fretting over Holly, isn’t going to do either of you any good. Have a whacking great orgasm instead. It’ll take care of the tension, and clean out all the toxins.”

  Phaedra had laughed despite herself. “Very well Dr.Curtis. I like your sexual prescription, and I intend to get it filled.”

  “So long as Dr.Curtis does the filling,” he responded with a smile. “Oh and I’ll renew that particular prescription indefinitely.”

  Fog had rolled in and much of the city across the water became invisible. Phaedra had a shower and went to bed. She stretched her contented body like a purring cat; delighted that Curtis was taking such good care of it.

  She awoke with a start. Not sure what had disturbed her. All was silent. Then she heard the noise that must have awakened her. It was a scuffling sound. There was someone outside the door!

  Phaedra’s heart pounded and her mouth felt parched. Curtis had warned her about this. He had told her to keep the door locked at all times. But had she? She couldn’t recall whether she’d checked it right before going to bed or not. She’d been so sleepy and languid with hot thoughts about her new lover.

  She crept quietly out of bed and made her way cautiously towards the phone. But just as she was half way across the living room, she heard something being inserted int
o the lock.

  “Oh my gawd,” she muttered. She was convinced now that Holly had been abducted, and whoever was responsible was about to mete out the same fate to her.

  She flipped on the light with a trembling hand. Much to her relief, she saw that she had not only locked the door, but remembered to put the chain on as well. She grabbed a heavy cabinet and pushed it with difficulty down the hall. The effort made her pant and break out in a sweat. But she persevered and managed to wedge it behind the door. Then she doubled back towards the phone, dizzy and gasping for breath.

  Whoever was trying to break in was not deterred. The handle turned and they pushed against the door.

  Phaedra punched in 911 and waited with hammering heart for someone to answer. Then she realized that in her haste, she hadn’t waited for the dial tone.

  “Damn,” she muttered, and was about to repeat the process, when the intruder called out:“What the hell’s going on in there?”

  Phaedra stopped dead in her tracks and replaced the receiver on its cradle. She just couldn’t believe it. And yet it was. She would know that voice anywhere.

  It was Holly!

  Shock and disbelief, followed by relief and sheer joy swamped over her at the same moment. “Holly…Holly…it’s me, Phaedra.” She dragged the cabinet from behind the door.

  She had never been gladder to see anyone.

  “Holly,”she gasped, “Oh Holly you’re safe.” She clutched her little sister as if she would never let her go.

  Holly looked as shocked as Phaedra had done a few minutes ago. “What’s going on here, Sis?” she asked, and managed to extricate herself at last.

  “Well you should know,” rebuked Phaedra. Now that she knew Holly was safe, worry turned to anger.“You’re the one who saw fit to take off for…how long has it been…two weeks, without as much as a telephone call. You must have known I’d be worried sick. How could you be so selfish and thoughtless?”

  Holly poured them both a hefty shot of Sherry. “What do you mean,” she asked indignantly, “without as much as a phone call? I did telephone.”

  “Well I never received any call, and where were you anyway?”

  Holly explained that she’d decided on impulse to spend a couple of weeks at a spiritual retreat in the mountains. “I needed to recharge my batteries. Everything was getting to me in the city. I was totally stressed out.”

  “And you say you left a message on my answering machine before you left?”

  Holly shook her head. “No, I spoke directly to your receptionist. She said she’d give you the message.”

  Phaedra groaned and shook her head. “Well that explains it. We’ve had a bad run of receptionists since Morag left. I was never given your message.”

  “Oh I’m so sorry about that, Sis. No wonder you’ve been in such a stew. I feel just awful.”

  “You weren’t to know. You naturally thought your message would be passed on.”

  “Dinner’s on me, tomorrow night,” offered Holly. “The best restaurant in town. All the trimmings.”

  “Sorry I can’t, sweetie. Not tomorrow. I already have a date.”

  “Sounds interesting. Anyone I know?”

  “Not yet, but I have a feeling that you will.” Phaedra winked and set down her glass. “Now I have to telephone a few people and let them know you’re okay.”

  ~The End~

  Often described by reviewers as “shocking,” Iona Blair's erotic novels and stories have been published worldwide. She lives in an old converted lighthouse on the Pacific Coast where her thoughts run as wild as the weather. "Iona Blair’s a storyteller of great magnitude.." Fallen Angel Reviews

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