European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... Wearing different coloured robes of the same design as Lucy’s, women stood or sat on chairs or couches, all silent and oblivious to the others with only the eerie chiming of some gentle Oriental music breaking the quiet. When the two entered, no-one even looked to note the woman’s bizarre appearance. Fearing reprisals, Lucy didn’t ask what was going on and so merely waited for some cue. Leaving Lucy, the woman strode to the end wall and sat on a couch. As the door clicked closed, for the first time Lucy was free of threat but had no idea of what to do and just walked after the woman, trying to project control. It was like walking into a prison yard where how she acted determined her standing. On the wall was a small ticket dispenser and despite no idea of its purpose, she took a number - ‘64’ - then made for a velvet chair and sat down. Suddenly there was a loud beeping and Lucy looked up, convinced she had done something wrong. Everyone was looking at a screen above the door which displayed a bright red ‘42’. As the other women looked away, a woman from the back approached the opening door and left. Since taking a ticket was no mistake, Lucy relaxed and settled down to wait with a mix of fear and some small curiosity for her number to appear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- As he looked at the man swaying in his chair, Daniel Hanneman began to think it all a complete waste of time and money. The first drink he bought him was clearly ...

... not his first and sipping his own double whiskey, he thought about how to get anything from this sad excuse for a man. “So,” he said, edgily annoyed, “do you have ANY information about those three girls?” “Oh yeah,” the man slurred, his purpose in the bar coming back to him, “those three off the news. I did see them in this bar a few nights ago now you mention it.” “Yes,” the detective was exasperated, “you said that before. You also said they sat with two Turkish guys, do you remember that?” “I do!” the man exclaimed, “sat in that booth over there. All three were drunk, falling about….” “Yes!” Daniel’s bark made others at the bar look at them. He was far too busy and the case far too important to repeat the same material over and over. If what he had learned last night was all the man knew then this was another wasted day. Which he’d had far too many of recently. “Can you tell me anything new? Have you seen the two Turks here before? You said one worked at the bar?” “Ah yes,” the man said, unperturbed by his irritated tone, “one does work here. He’s quite unfriendly, only interested in the women who come here.” Finally, Daniel thought, he was getting somewhere. Of course this man’s story needed checking but having one potential suspect was a start. But he needed more to take to his superiors. Over the next hours he tried, buying him drink after drink. It was largely fruitless, the man’s drunken ramblings often having no information at all. But just occasionally an useful ...