by J B Raphael
“I’m Suliman Mouhammed Hussain,” he replied.
“And I am Nina Mescotti,” she said, “where are you from?”
“Saudi,” he answered, “Riyadh, actually.”
“Are you a Prince, are you very rich?” she asked, smiling cheekily.
“Yes,” he replied.
She laughed, “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m very naughty.”
“Yes, I’m a Saudi Prince,” he lied.
“Oh, how nice, my first boyfriend was a Saudi Prince, but he only wanted me to join his large harem,” she laughed, “do you have a harem?” she questioned.
“No, I like to have one beautiful woman on my arm,” he said.
“That’s nice, very nice, would you like to have me on your arm?” she asked with a cheeky smile.
“Oh yes,” he said, “it would be a pleasure that I could only dream of,” he said, kissing her hand.
“Come,” she said, “let’s drive into the desert and make love under the beautiful moon and stars.” She phoned someone called Guido and said, “I am alone tonight, I will want to be undisturbed until 9am.” She hung up, her orders were understood, they had been heard many times before when she had taken a new lover. They stood at the hotel entrance waiting for the Mercedes to be brought round for them. When the Baroness saw it she said, “It’s too small, take it away and bring me my Rolls Royce,” she demanded. Five minutes later the Rolls was in attendance, “There you see, it’s got a lot of room, especially in the back,” she laughed cheekily. They drove for about half an hour into the desert with the Baroness sitting in the back. With audio talk through, they were able to hold a sexy conversation, she suddenly said, “STOP.” He pulled off the road and drove behind an old monumental ruin. He got out of the car and opened the rear door, what he saw took his breath away, she was sitting completely naked except for her jewellery, and a beautiful smile. He climbed in and before he knew what had happened she had undressed him and was caressing his erection. Their lovemaking knew no boundaries, it lasted until 4am when they both sank back against the luxurious upholstery, gasping for air. “You are fantastic,” she said, “you must have left many broken hearts along the way,” she added.
“You could say that,” he replied, thinking, and a few broken necks! This opportunity was perfect, but the car and the timing was wrong. The windows were steamed up and the word ‘soon’ was written on the driver’s partition glass, it disappeared in about 10 seconds, only he saw it. They arrived back at the hotel and the car was taken away for valeting and re-parking. He returned to his suite and the Baroness returned to hers with a satisfied smile. He slept until midday, having had a recurring dream of the Baroness’s diamonds, he had to have them, but how? he thought. Perhaps another drive into the desert and only he would come back. He went down to the ground floor reception area and almost went into shock. Baroness Mescotti’s luggage was being loaded into the estate wagon and he just caught a glimpse of her as the Rolls sped away. He had missed his chance to get half a million dollars worth of diamonds, women like her move on quickly to their next adventure, he had already passed from her mind, luckily for her and her jewellery!
A waiter approached him with a package, “The Baroness Mescotti wished that you would receive this.”
“Thank you,” he said. He walked over to a corner table and opened the parcel, it contained a diamond encrusted Rolex and a note that read ‘ I hope we meet again, thank you, you were fabulous!’ He sniffed the note which was impregnated with possibly the most expensive perfume. He looked at the exquisite time-piece, about $50,000 at least, he thought. Well, at least I got something, it might just cover my hotel bill.
Two days later, at midday, he presented himself to check out and asked for the bill, “It’s been paid, sir,” the receptionist said, “Baroness Mescotti settled it before she left, in fact there is an over payment of $1500.”
“Spread it amongst the staff, including yourself,” he said.
“Thank you very much,” the receptionist said.
He ordered his car to be brought from the car park, in minutes it arrived and his luggage was put in the boot. “I’ve left your gratuity at the desk,” he told the boy.
“Thank you sir,” he said, smiling.
He drove his beloved Merc into the desert towards Abu Dhabi, a journey of about 150 miles or two hours in his super car. The Emirates were very peaceful and calm, the capital being very modern and westernised, and it was a port of call for cruise liners that were known for their rich cruisers, American, Russian and European especially Germans. Yes, he thought, blonde blue eyed Aryan women with lots of cash and lots of jewellery. He drove into the centre of the city, he found a beautiful edifice, the ‘Emirate Palace Hotel’, all stainless steel and tinted glass. He stopped at the cab rank and asked the first driver, “Is this the best hotel in the city?”
“This is the best hotel in the world!” the driver laughed.
“Thank you,” he said, and drove to the main entrance, up the slight ramp. A young man came to greet him and ask him if he was to be a guest. “Yes,” said Jon. He handed him the key and the luggage was taken to reception and the car taken to the car park. At the desk he asked for a single suite, not too high, overlooking the pool, at the same time showing a wad of American dollars.
“Suite 333 is available, that will be $1500 per night, how many nights will you be staying?” the girl asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied, “let’s say 7 nights,” he said.
“That will be $10,500,” she said, “I’m afraid it’s in advance unless you leave your credit card,” she added.
“I don’t have credit cards,” he said, “I always pay cash,” and gave her eleven $1000 bills. “Put the change on credit for my in-house spends,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she said, smiling.
Wow! he thought, as he entered the suite, if this is a single, the doubles must be amazing, definitely the best that he’d seen and the most expensive, but worth it. He looked down from the balcony to the pool, there were people swimming but no one sun bathing, all the sunbeds were vacant, it must have been 100f out there. He took a shower and whilst admiring himself in the full length mirrored wall the word ‘soon’ appeared. His blood ran cold, yet there was an intense heat inside him that took his breath and gave him palpitations. He lay on the enormous bed trying to breathe. Sinking into a troubled slumber, he began to dream terrible dreams of hell and purgatory. He woke in a cold sweat and took another shower but this time very cold. Shivering, he went on to the balcony to lay in the hot sun with just a towel covering his lower body. He lay there for about 20 minutes and suddenly heard “Hello.” Opening his eyes at the sound of the soft female voice, he saw a beautiful blonde woman aged about 35, wearing a blue bikini top and sarong. She was standing on the neighbouring balcony, “It’s very hot,” she said with a western European accent, possibly German or Dutch.
“Yes,” he said, “I was just testing the sun, I think even for me it is too much.”
“My name is Gudren, how do you do,” she said, she made a hand shaking motion, he did the same, “it’s too far to reach!” she laughed.
“My name is Suliman, but my friends call me Solly, please do,” he said with a smile, “how about we meet for drinks in the main bar at 7 o’clock,” he suggested.
“Vunderbar,” she replied, with a beautiful white smile.
She’s definitely German, he thought, laughing at himself. As arranged, they met in the bar at seven, she looked fabulous in a long cream dress that clung to her and showed every contour of her fabulous figure, her long legs, her slender waist and proud breasts. They kissed cheeks, “I always like to start the evening with champagne!” she said.
“Of course,” he answered, and ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon as they sat at a table near a panoramic window that over-looked the well sculptured gardens. The waiter poured the champagne into their glasses after popping the cork with a professional flurry.
“Cheers!” she said, �
�here’s to us!”
“Cheers!” Solly said, wondering what she meant by ‘us’. She is being very forward and fast, he thought, but then forgot the thought.
“So, you must tell me about yourself,” she said.
“Well,” he said, “I was born in Riyahd, in Saudi, the son of a brother of the King, oh yes, I am a genuine royal Prince, but I prefer not to advertise it! I was sent to England when I was 12 years old to be educated at Eton which I hated, every damn minute of it! But at the age of 16 I came back home and became a precocious horrible young man, until one day , when I was 20, I decided I wanted to see more of the world. Money was no object and I went to America, New York to be precise, where I had the time of my life. I stayed for ten years, living in Manhattan,” he lied, “I am now 38, and still single, the family are begging me to take a wife, but I am not ready.”
“I bet there are hundreds of princesses at home that would jump at the chance,” she said, laughing.
“There were one or two candidates,” he said, “but I wasn’t interested,” he lied.
“So,” she said, “I will tell you about me, it’s not much really, my name is Gudren Voigter from Stuttgart, I am 32 years old and I too was educated in England, at Roedean which I loved. It is a beautiful school in Sussex on the south coast. I haven’t travelled an awful lot apart from the usual, you know, skiing in Switzerland, Gstaad, the Riviera, Marbella, the hotspots. I’d love to go to America, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood. My father is a director of Mercedes Benz and soon will retire after 40 years with the company, but he will still be a big shareholder as his pension.”
A major share-holder in Mercedes Benz, wow! he thought, this lady is very wealthy, but why no jewellery he asked himself. He decided to invite her to the Gala Party in the grand ballroom the next night to see if she wore any diamonds. The Gala Party was indeed an enormously splendid affair, a western orchestra of yesteryear playing Gershwin, Goodman and Glenn Miller, then there was a Beatles tribute group that were superb and a Queen tribute band with a Freddie Mercury incarnate who really set the room alight. What a night! “The best,” Gudren said as she thanked Solly, giving him a full blown kiss with a beautiful soft mouth on his. His body tingled, not because of the kiss, but because of the huge emerald on a diamond studded chain around her neck which had been partially hidden by her high necked dress. The black mist came down as he realised that he was looking at a million dollars worth, at least, of the most exquisite stone he had ever seen ...... he had to have it, but how? Already a plan was formulating in his mind, we’ll take a ride into the desert in my SLS, she’ll like that, and then I will go to work and that wonderful emerald will be mine. He suggested that they have a nightcap and take a ride into the desert, she readily agreed and finished her drink quickly. He ordered his car to be brought up from the car park, when she saw it she said, “How wonderful, I have one of these but mine is black, how beautiful it is in white,” she said, “let’s go!” and got into the passenger seat. He drove slowly from the hotel and then on to the road that led to the desert highway, then he put his foot hard down on the gas pedal and wham! the V12 engine went crazy and they were soon doing 120mph in just a few seconds. With nothing on the road the miles slipped by, he stopped at a ruined temple and drove off the road and behind a high wall, Gudren sat smiling provocatively, “What is going to happen now?” she asked as she hitched up her dress to reveal a beautiful pair of legs. “With this dress I don’t wear any lingerie,” she said, giggling sexily, “do you want to make love to me?” she asked.
“Yes, of course!” he said, and leaned over and kissed her beautiful mouth, at the same time his hand caressed her thighs and vagina. She started to moan with pleasure, she was very moist and warm and she reached for his erect penis. He opened the door and they fell on to the soft sand, her orgasmic screams could only be heard by the desert creatures and the stars. His plan was now complete in his mind, it was very chancy but with his mentor in charge he was confident that it would work. As she lay there he took her head in his arm, she smiled as he twisted it through 90 degrees and her neck snapped. It was quick, she just laid there staring at the night sky, he removed the necklace, loaded her back into the passenger seat, then drove further up the highway for about two miles. Then, spinning the car around, he drove back towards the ruins, 100 - 120 - 140 - 150 mph and as soon as he was almost level with the ruins he put the car into a sideways slide, it hit the wall with tremendous force that threw him out of the car on to the sand at the side of the tarmac. He lay there for about 20 minutes before he gained the strength to stand up, he walked over to what was left of his beautiful car, the headlights were still shining and the engine was running, where she had been sitting was completely crushed and her body squashed into a space of about 12 inches. He started to walk away from the wreck, when there was a sudden gust of wind and in the sand at his feet appeared the word ‘NOW’. He looked back, and sitting in the driver’s seat was Jonathan Andrew Weston just staring into the night, with dead eyes. The emerald necklace was again around Gudren’s broken neck. He walked on for about three metres and then realised his footsteps left no prints in the sand. A sudden gust of wind, and Jonathan, Keiron and Suliman ............. were gone.
THE END
EPILOGUE
After being married for just four years, the Novaks divorced, the reasons being that their careers had made them grow apart. His police work and her working evenings meant that they saw very little of each other. Mel settled for $250,000 and just went back to New York City PD. Luckily, Colletti had just retired and he was made Precinct Captain.
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Ben, the car valeter, passed all his exams and set up his practice as an attorney in New York. Every week his young nephew would come to valet his Jaguar, Ben’s pride and joy.
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Vasili and Mikhail were killed when their Jetstream jet exploded at 30,000 feet over Siberia on their way to Vladivostok. A rival family had bribed a mechanic to plant a bomb aboard, he was caught and put through the carcass grinder. The rival family eventually took over the St Petersburg operation.
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Lorna Harper became manageress of a very up-market boutique in Brighton and married the owner.
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Vicky Weston continued in her private practice, but dumped David when she found him in bed with a young boy at her house. She had returned early from a medical conference in Paris.
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What happened to Jonathan Weston ............. is your guess !!!
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