Murder at the Hotel Historica
By Montrose
Murdering Doms for hire have their way with the house dick

In twenty-three years as the house detective for the Hotel Historica I never met anyone 
like her. I've seen trophy wives, mistresses, hookers and doms of every flavor plying 
their trades in here, joining in some secluded seaside fun with the movers and shakers of 
this world. But not one of them could touch the divine Ms Kracht - and her only a girl. It 
is hard to remember that.

But aint that the way? Hell, my jaw dropped before I did more than smell her. I pride 
myself on keeping a stony countenance but I admit - her I ogled just like every other stud 
in the joint.

Standing in the lobby watching a couple minutes of the World Cup I felt my spine stiffen 
the minute she poured her way through the doors. I don't think she wore toilet water. I 
just think she's one of those babes that has a chemical calling-card all her own. There 
were four men in the lobby. Every head snapped to her as she strolled up to the front desk 
- full gaping maw on each of us. Behind her came another woman - a looker if she 
hadn't been standing in Ms Kracht's curvaceous shadow. But next to Ms Kracht every 
woman is just another woman.

Ms Kracht is a statuesque Amazon. She wore her blond hair in a bob cut. Her eyes were 
hidden behind slim wrap-around shades. Her shoulders were broad, powerful. She moved 
like a tigress.

She was dressed in a very sheer white linen pull-over and matching capri pants that let 
her curves, musculature and tan glow through. She was obviously wearing no bra or 
panties. It was every man's educated guess that she shaved.

The plunging neck of her top exposed a good seven inches of cleavage, "hiding" more. 
Given the elevation of her substantial and unsupported chest, I put her age between 
eighteen and twenty-five - they looked like factory originals to me but today you can 
never tell. 

Given her carriage and class I would have guessed forty-five to fifty. But no way that was 
right.

So young, and yet so commanding.

The air-conditioning was having an heartrending effect on her sensitive nipples. The 
sheer fabric, dewy moist with perspiration from the tropical heat outside, hugged her as 
much as I wanted to. 

Despite having an ample bosom her belly was slender and tight - more evidence of 
youth. The six inches where her top ended and her hip-hugging capri pants began 
provided flashes of belly button as she turned and inspected the lobby and it's gape-
mouthed inhabitants. She took us in one at a time and dismissed us.

As she turned back to the counter I saw that her hips and buttocks were flawlessly round 
and well supported by long, muscular, well turned pegs.

On her feet she wore form-fitting red slippers. I suppose women have a word for the 
damn things, but to me they looked like dance slippers. Despite no heel on her shoes she 
towered over every man in the room. My first guess turned out to be accurate, putting her 
at just over 6 feet 4 inches. 

I took all this in by the time I managed to close my mouth and swallow the saliva that 
was building up. The desk clerk was hypnotized - he didn't stir - he just kept staring up 
at her like a rabbit at a cat. To get him to snap out of it she slammed her big hand down 
on the bell in front of him. 

I saw a blaze of elongated red nails as the bell leaped. The clerk jumped to life. "Y-y-yes 
miss?" He stammered. I had to feel for the guy. I was glad she wasn't asking me for the 
time or I might have swallowed my tongue.

"Give me room number 310."  A suite on the top. Nice pad. The dame must be loaded.

"Yes miss!"  The clerk gave her a book to sign and the keys. He snapped for the bellhop 
who was standing right there, staring up at this magnificent woman. But she refused his 
help with a gesture. She and her little helper moved toward the steps.

The Hotel Historica is an elderly art deco affair three stories tall built before electricity 
was plentiful on this South American coast. As a result there are no elevators. I watched 
as Ms Kracht lifted her two big bags and strode up the steps. Her thick shoulders bulged 
stretching her top tight. Muscles ridged her forearms. The cases were obviously very 
heavy but she was up to the task. She mounted the steps in long slow strides two at a 
time. 

Her little helper was having more trouble with her one big bag.

My body moved more because I didn't want to stop seeing Ms Kracht than any duty I felt 
to be helpful. I approached the smaller woman as she lifted her bag in both hands and 
took one hesitant step. 

"May I help? I'm going this way anyway." I lied.

She was glad for the help and let me take the bag which nearly gave me a hernia before I 
got it to the third floor - it took me two hands all the way. There room was across the hall 
from the steps. Ms Kracht was already in, having set her two bags down and was holding 
the door open, waiting.

The little woman must have felt some explanation was due. "This nice man offered, and 
the bag is so heavy..." She began. By that time Ms Kracht had stepped up to me and 
pulled the bag from my exhausted hands with astonishing effortlessness. 

She stood tall, looking down at me with a charming smile. Now, with her shades propped 
up in her short blonde hair, I could see she had silver-blue eyes - big one - round and wet 
- expressive. A man could get lost in those eyes.

She shifted her bag to her left hand and grabbed my right hand, shaking firmly. Firm 
enough that I felt the pressure long after she let go. "You are kind." She clipped in an 
accent that had a hint of German roots. "Perhaps I can repay you some day Mr..."

"Shaw." I puffed, still quite winded. "Detective Rob Shaw of the hotel staff at your 
service, Miss... eh..." I don't know what made me dump my cover so easy. Maybe I was 
bragging - trying to show I was tough.

"Very good." Her eyelids dropped to half mast. "It is good to have the local law... in my 
service... as you say." I don't know if the way she twitched the corners of her mouth was 
meant to tell me she was joking or not. "And it is Ms. Ms Kracht."

"Yes Ms Kracht." I complied, still out of breath.

 "In fact, detective, I will enjoy your company starting at 9:00 tonight." It didn't sound 
like a request or initiation. It sounded like I was being told what was going to happen. 

"If - If you say so, Ms Kracht." I stammered.

"I do." She bent down to my 5 feet 11 inch height and pecked me softly on the cheek 
with her full red lips then whispered, "Do not be late." She spun around and was gone 
into her room. The smaller woman was sucked into the room in her wake.

The door slammed and locked.

Before moving from the spot I set my watch alarm for 8:45.

At 8:55 sharp I knocked at room 310. Instantly the helper woman opened it. I could hear 
a shower running. "Please come in, detective." She said as she slipped a neat scotch into 
my paw. They had done their homework - they knew how to make me feel welcome. I 
slammed three fingers of scotch back.

"Nice blend!" I said with sincerity.

"Let me freshen that up for you." The little woman pulled the empty glass from my hand 
and up-ended a bottle of Famous Grouse Gold Reserve. There was much less in the bottle 
when she handed the glass back to me.

"Am I early?" I asked with my eye wondering to the bathroom door.

"Ms Kracht insists that I make you comfortable while she gets ready. If there is anything 
I can do to make you... comfortable?"  she purred the last word. Ms Kracht must have 
left instructions to make me very, very comfortable.

Her hand ran up my pant leg. I have not said much about this woman before because of 
the proximity to Ms Kracht. But seeing her here - alone - with her long fingers tickling 
my leg - wondering over to my balls - and her scotch tickling my brain - I saw she could 
be a fun romp. This woman was more like thirty years old, well shaped, and stood maybe 
5 feet 10 inches, weighing in at maybe 145 pounds of firm sweetness.

She leaned into me and her chest pressed mine. I was already worked up having been 
dreaming about Ms Kracht all afternoon and the little helper was not being shy. I slipped 
my arm around her trim waist and pulled her tight. "You sure your boss wouldn't mind?" 
I asked.

For answer she pulled my face into hers and mashed our lips together in a long hard kiss. 
The bird liked it rough - and she knew how to use tongue. I tried to pull up for air but 
found I couldn't! As much as I hated to I had to put my scotch down before I managed to 
shove her back enough to get some air. 

She was panting hard and leering at me. I was panting too. "You're a strong strumpet." I 
snarled. She snarled back and pawed at me.

I looked down and saw that I had torn her blouse open in my struggles. Instead of 
apologizing I dived in for more, this time pawing her full tits into the air. She turned in 
my grip so that her butt pumped up into my hard-on. I clawed her boobs - gripping to 
stay on. I bit down on the back of her neck. She moaned and growled like an animal. Her 
legs were long enough that when she leaned forward my feet left the ground and I rested 
on her back, riding her ass crack. 

Suddenly she was on the floor and I was hanging in the air. I hadn't heard the shower 
stop, but there stood Ms Kracht, holding me up in the air by my shirt collar in one hand 
and pinning... whatever her name was... down on the floor with one foot on her back.

"So the party starts without me. Such cheeky little sluts you two are." She said in her 
clipped speech. She threw me onto the sofa like a rag doll. I landed hard and still panting 
from the fun. My boner made a tent in my pants. Ms Kracht eyed it. Her bosom rose and 
fell.

Then she took her foot off of her girl on the floor and kicked her gently in the ribs. "Get 
us drinks." She spat down. The girl crawled off.

Ms Kracht threw open her bathrobe as she stepped up to the sofa. We had been right. She 
shaved. Most women look better with a little clothing on. Ms Kracht is an exception.

She dropped down burying me under her hot flesh. The natural smell of her overpowered 
me even more than all of her meat. My head disappeared under tit and her groin covered 
mine. She humped me through my pants until I came - and by then I was almost passed 
out from lack of air. She had a knack for letting me have just enough air to keep me 
awake. 

At least early on.

Once she made me cum she sat up on my belly and lit a Cuban. She snatched a glass from 
her helper, who had been standing and watching the whole thing. She emptied it and took 
the other glass. The helper filled the first glass and offered it to me. 

Pinned to the sofa as I was it was hard to drink, but I managed. I sneaked a peak at my 
watch. 9:35. Ms Kracht sure knew how to throw a party.

She grilled me about my job - how long I had been a dick - how long for this hotel - 
what I knew about various guests - what rooms they were in - what security was like at 
night. I answered as best I could having no reason to lie, and feeling that reluctance might 
seem ungrateful. To be honest the musk from her painfully close quim made thinking 
clearly impossible.

"Are there physical standards for your job, Mr Shaw?" She asked me eventually.

"Standards?"

"You seem so weak and frail." She said and took a drag from her smoke.

 "I'm tougher than I look." Actually I had a rep as a tough nut. I've broken up a lot of 
brawls in my day. At 5 feet 11 inches and 180 pounds I normally licked men 50 pounds 
heavier.

Ms Kracht seemed surprised to hear it though.

"I am sure I can beat you in any test of strength." she said. "And me just a girl." She 
batted those silver-blue eyes down at me.

"No doubt you are fairly strong for a girl, Ms Kracht." I groaned from under her. It was 
getting hard to breath. She was no feather. I made an effort to shift her weight. I was 
unsuccessful. She smiled down at me and sipped her drink.

"You're not going to move my 225 pounds that easy little man." She flicked cigar ash in 
my face.

"So you're a big girl, then!" I snarled and shoved for all I was worth. "I've licked 
bigger!"

"You'll be licking me soon enough!" she and her girl had a good laugh.

I got no place but hot and tired in my struggles. And the two woman laughed on! "Get up 
and I'll show you tough!" I snapped.

"You want a fair start do you? Very well."

She stood and put down her drink and smoke. She pulled me up by my collar, holding me 
in the air by one hand for a few seconds before letting my feet touch the floor. "What will 
it be, Mr Shaw?" she purred. "Boxing? Wrestling? Street fighting?" With every new 
suggestion she stepped up and backed me up to a wall until she had me pinned to it. 

Obviously she had the better reach and a 40 pound weight advantage. And she probably 
had a speed advantage being so young. But I knew I had more experience and upper body 
strength. "Arm wrestling." I suggested. I figured I wouldn't worry about hurting her that 
way.

She looked disappointed. "If you insist. But it seems so... sissy." 

The helper set us up at a table but before she could count down the start Ms Kracht asked. 
"What are the stakes?"

"Stakes?"

"Of course. Shall we say... five thousand US dollars, just to make it interesting?"

That was just about all I had in the world, including my motorcycle. "Sure." I said. A 
man seldom gets a chance to double his assets.

The Helper counted us down. On "GO" I put everything I had into it, looking for a quick 
pin. Our hands barely moved. Ms Kracht giggled.

"Are you sure you are really trying, detective?" She teased me. I grunted and strained 
some more. I could see muscles bulging in her arm and neck but her face didn't show 
much strain. Me? I was sweating bullets! 

I tried some subtle cheating. I still couldn't budge her.

After thirty seconds she said, "And now it ends... three... two... one..."

Where "zero" should have been was the crack of my knuckles digging into her table and 
a sickening pop from my rotary cuff ligaments. I moaned and fell out of my chair 
holding my arm.

Ms Kracht stood over me, still in her open robe. She took another hit of scotch as I slowly 
got to my knees. 

The helper took pity on me and asked if she could rub some ointment into my shoulder. 
Ms Kracht nodded her approval.

But we weren't done.

"Now I get to choose." said Ms Kracht. "Hmmm... Boxing would be too easy. I would 
have to pull my punches too much. I choose wrestling."

The Helper went away for a moment and came back with a red silk teddy for her 
mistress. As the big woman dropped the robe and slipped into the teddy, and my arm 
began to hurt less, I figured why not? Maybe I could win back all that dough.

"Same stakes?" I asked as I limbered up.

"That is a good start. Let us make it another fiver grand plus..." and here Ms Kracht 
stopped to smile... "domination."

I just stared.

"Sexual domination, detective. If you make me beg for mercy I will be your sexual slave 
for the night - and so will my girl here." She said this last part as she slipped into my 
arms and let my hands grope her high-rise ass. "I must tell you, detective, that my tit-
fucking blow jobs have been rated the best sexual experience by every man that has been 
fortunate enough to experience them." She said this last bit as a whisper in my ear, 
followed by her tongue, proving that she had talent.

When she let go of me my knees were weak.

I would like to say that the match first went one way and then another. I would like to say 
that at some moment in the fight I had the upper hand. But there was no such moment. 
Not even fleeting.

When the helper yelled "GO" Ms Kracht came down on me like a ton of musk-scented 
sand and drove me to the floor. First she took my neck in an easy figure four leg-lock 
with my face smothered in her groin. She did that until I passed out. Several times.

Then she transferred to scissoring my abdomen and smothering me with her chest. I 
passed out again and again from this torture. 
	
Later I woke up with her bare ass on my face. She was masturbating and dripping cum in 
my mouth.

When she noticed I was awake she pulled my up onto her shoulders face up and spun me 
around so fast I had to beg for mercy or throw up.

Laughing, she dumped my on my head at her feet. Then she sat on my chest - a classic 
schoolgirl pin.

"Mercy!" I gasped.

"Now you are my sex slave, detective. And unless I miss my guess, I now own 
everything you have plus a good part of all your future earnings."

"I'll make good!" I moaned. "I promise! Please let up on me!"

She poured some scotch down my open mouth from the bottle, then drank the rest 
herself. "Oh, you'll make good all right. But first I am going to have my fun. Dolly! 
Fetch the restraints."

Dolly - her helper - returned with five velvet straps. Ms Kracht got up and grabbed my 
neck, pulling me up as well. She marched me into her room and forced me to spread 
eagle on the four-poster bed. Dolly was a dab hand at tying me wrist and ankle to the 
posts while Ms Kracht strapped on the biggest plastic cock I ever saw.

"Now just a minute!" I started, but the big woman leaped onto my chest and stuffed a 
tennis ball in my gaping mouth. She used the last velvet strap to hold it in place.

That big, brutal woman had her fun with me all right, slow and easy for hours. Then she 
went into hyper-drive. It got so brutal that I slipped in and out of consciousness.

When she finally let me go in the early morning light she was covered with glistening 
sweat and panting hard.

Dolly dressed me. I could not walk but had to crawl out. Before I made the door Ms 
Kracht trapped me to the floor with one foot on my back, her hands on her hips.

"What time did you arrive last night, Mr Shaw?" she asked.

"8:55 PM." I groaned.

"What time is it now?"

I looked at my watch "5:37 AM."

"You and I have been here the entire time."

"Yes, Ms Kracht."

"Good boy." She took her foot off of me and let me crawl away. I had some selling and 
banking to do in order to bring her as big a first payment as I could muster.

I took twenty minutes to shower and dress then headed downstairs. Every muscle and 
bone in my body was still begging for mercy. My ass was on fire.

The lobby looked like a police convention! Locals and feds were crawling all over the 
joint. I spotted Captain Martinez of the locals. Before I could ask him what was going on 
he spotted me.

"Blessed Mother, Shaw! What the hell hit you? Did you catch up to the killer or 
something?"

"Killer? What killer?"

"Si! Half the men staying here were killed in their beds last night. Eleven men. All of 
them executives of Amalgamated Cybertrons, a company that was about to release a 
product that would have put Synthesized Organics out of business. It looks like a 
professional job."

I went to work right away. "How did they die?"

"Smothered."

 "When?"

"Between 10:00 last night and 3:00 this morning. Where were you?"

"Visiting a lady in room 310. I can vouch for her and her helper too." I was glad to have 
an answer - not that I was a suspect - but you never knew. When the media got involved 
the feds usually took whatever mug was easiest to pin it on.

Martinez smiled. "I have seen her. You are a lucky man."

I nodded, but every bone in my body begged to differ.

"How was the smothering done?" I asked "A pillow?"

"I don't believe a pillow was used because none of the pillows show saliva. Many of the 
victims had a few short blonde hairs near their bodies and none of them is blonde."

 I ran a mental count of the blondes I had seen in the last two days and came up with 
three including Ms Kracht. One was a crippled man and another was a three years old 
girl. "Anything stolen?" I asked.

"They claim nothing - but in one room the safe was popped and the victim was 
smothered right next to it. The safe was empty. He probably died giving away the 
combination to the killer. Also today, Amalgamated Cybertrons released a notice saying 
it is delaying the release of that product I mentioned. I'm guessing it was industry secrets 
in that safe."

Just then Ms Kracht strode through the lobby with Dolly in her wake. Dolly winked at me 
but Ms Kracht made no notice of me or anyone else. As they passed all three dozen men 
working in the lobby stopped everything they were doing and watched her walk. Even the 
hat check girl looked at her and sighed - apparently resigned to never reach such heights. 
To be honest, before laying eyes on Ms Kracht I would have given my eye teeth to be 
riding Betty of the hat check room.

The ladies stepped out and headed for a breakfast place across the way.

The men got back to work.

"Between 10:00 and 3:00, you say?" I murmured. 

"Si. What do you know, Shaw." The captain knew me too well.

"Nothing for sure. I'll let you know when I do." I followed Ms Kracht to breakfast.

As I approached their table Dolly got up and offered me her chair. I hesitated but then Ms 
Kracht commanded, "Sit." 

I sat.

"Sure is a lot of activity over at the hotel." I said.

Ms Kracht sipped her coffee and smiled at me. She looked fresh as a daisy. Dolly ordered 
coffee and steak for me.
	
"Aren't you wondering what it's all about?" I said before burning my mouth on the 
coffee.

"Not in the least." said the big woman. She raised an eyebrow. Damn her! She was all but 
confessing - the way her mirth-filled silver-blue eyes glinted at me.

"How much did you make killing all those men?" I asked.

"Far more than I did by beating and fucking you, little man." She whispered, then took a 
big fork of steak. "Synthesized Organics paid very well."

I gulped. "Don't you know I'll have to run you in?"

She leaned forward so that her chest rested on my hand. I felt the nipple between my 
fingers. She rubbed the side of my face with her smooth hand. "You know you can't do 
that." she whispered.

I sat saying nothing. I could hear my heart pounding in my neck. I swallowed it. It was 
going to be tough taking her in. But I didn't know yet how tough.

Her hand slipped to my lap deftly flicked my fly down. Then she nodded to Dolly. On 
cue her helper stepped up and grabbed my steak in her hands. She lathered her palms 
with it like it was soap - all the time smiling in a coy manner. 

Ms Kracht sat back and smiled. "After all." she went on as if nothing odd was going 
down. "You are my slave. But you can keep the ten grand you owe me. If I ever want it, 
or anything else from you, I will come back and take it. Just like I take everything I 
want." Then she snapped her fingers.

Besides us the joint was dead. The one waiter snapped to attention at her side. She 
showed him a wad of cash that would support his family for a month. "Lock the doors, 
then go count hot peppers in the back until I tell you to stop." He snatched the cash and 
did as told.

What the hell game was she playing? Was she gonna try to bump me off? My hand 
reached for my gun.

Her silky legs separated. I lowered my eyes. My hand relaxed.

She was wearing a mini - no panties. She spread her legs some more and let me see all of 
that sweet hairless pie. I grew hard for her all over again.

At some point Dolly had moved and knelt down behind my chair. Reaching around with 
her long arms, she slipped her greasy left paw into my pants and pulling out my hard 
tube. With her right she cupped and massaged my sack. I sat fully exposed in front of the 
goddess, Ms Kracht, while her hand maiden pumped my dick, rubbing it up with beef fat.

I moaned and squirmed. Ms Kracht stabbed and cut a piece off my steak. Then she leaned 
back and slid it along her shaved clam. She popped it in and out. We both moaned. She 
got it good and gooey, then she leaned forward and forked it into my mouth. I aint never 
tasted a better steak sauce. Slowly, she prepared and gave me another bite as Dolly 
picked up the pace of her strokes.

Before she could prepare me a third bite Dolly started driving me to blow my load. I felt 
it rising and I couldn't stop it. One instant I'm writhing and growling in my chair and the 
next my mug and shirt are covered in my own sperm. I fell back, covered in goo and 
sweat, panting, satisfied in a physical way, freaking out in my head. Cum dripped from 
my eyebrow into my eye.

These dames were crazy!

Ms Kracht leaned forward, dabbed the bit of steak in the sperm from my left cheek and 
stuffed it into my mouth. Her clam sauce beat my own blend hands down, but I ate it 
because she had given it to me.

"You rat on me and I'll put you down like a mad dog. Do you understand?" she asked as 
I chewed. Her voice was pleasant and conversational.

I swallowed. Dolly wiped her hands on my suit coat.  I cleared the goo from my eye.

"Understood." I whispered. I was beginning to fall for both of these dangerous women 
and I was beginning to doubt I could ever rat them out, even knowing what I knew. I used 
to pride myself in handling the fems, but these two birds took me easy.

"Good boy."

"But, if I may ask, how did you manage it?" I asked. "I was with you!"

She laughed and waved to Dolly to answer as she continued eating steak dabbed into bits 
of sperm from my face - it was most disconcerting..

"Ms Kracht repeatedly made you pass out throughout the night, sir." Said Dolly - rather 
sneering as she said sir. "While she was tit-smothering the men she was hired to kill I 
stayed with you and sat on your face if you began to wake up, putting you out again."
	
"Tell him about the spare cock." Said Ms Kracht through a mouthful.

Dolly blushed. "I also took the privilege of humping your ass while she was away. But 
just a couple of times. I hope I didn't hurt you too much." Dolly batting her eyes in fake 
virginal innocents.

"Any pain he feels today is mine." boasted the big blonde.

"Yes, Ms Kracht." said Dolly with a slight curtsy to Ms Kracht.

When Ms Kracht turned her head for a moment, Dolly winked at me. My bone leaped in 
my pants for her now too - remembering our moment of passion early on the other night. 
So she had fucked me. I wouldn't mind returning the favor - on either one of them.

"You will come to visit us tonight, detective." commanded Ms Kracht. "We must keep on 
as if nothing has changed. And while we do we shall all have some fun. Yes?"

Dolly positively beamed at me. It seemed she couldn't wait for our date.

I nodded my submission to her command with some trepidation.

That night, Dolly asked for and was granted play time with me soon after I arrived. 

Ms Kracht wore her bath robe wide open, exposing that monstrous strap-on already in 
place. She played the roles of game selector and referee. That night she called for street 
fighting. 

Anything goes. 

Winner take all - including herself. 

That was motivation enough for me to forego being a gentleman. I was gonna come out 
kicking ass.

I stripped off my coat, shoes and tie for the event. Dolly stripped down to panties and a 
slip. 

Ms Kracht took a slug of scotch and whispered, "go."

When we charged I knocked Dolly onto her back and figured to make short work of it but 
the dame was fast and slippery.

In an instant she flipped my off of her and got me in a body scissors. Her elbow caught 
my eye, swelling it shut. Air was hard to come by as she clamped down and I could only 
see on the left. While she squeezed she removed the slip.

Eventually, she turned my on my belly and used two hands to pin my right up behind me.

She tied the straps of her slip around my wrist and pulled my hand up to the back of my 
neck. Then she tied the rest of the slip around my neck. Then she trussed up my ankles 
using her panties. I tried to untie her knots with my left hand. They were tied tight and 
besides she often pulled my hand away, sometimes twisting my arm until I yelped.

After a struggle she tied one end of my necktie onto her panties and pulled my legs back. 
She cinch my legs to her slip around my neck with the other end of my tie. If I struggled I 
choked. The bitch was a regular sailor with knots.

After that, she held my left wrist - my one free paw - and dropped a few knees into the 
small of my back until I begged for mercy.

Dolly got her own fake bone on and crammed my face full of it while Ms Kracht looked 
on. "You like that, Mr Shaw?" Dolly asked. "You want some more?" I was still tied up - 
at her non-existent mercy. Dolly rode my face for an hour before Ms Kracht joined in. 
Together they untied me and took me stem and stern. I was limp meat when they threw 
me out into the hall around 4:00 AM. I barely managed to crawl back to my room.

But the next night I came back for more, as required.

The second night it was boxing. Dolly was fast and knew how to work the body. After 
ten minutes of me swinging and missing and her landing punishing blows in my wind bag 
my guard started to slip. Instantly she planted a glove on my kisser, fattening my lips. I 
went down like a sack of wheat. It was a count of 15 before the room stopped spinning. I 
got up but I hadn't begged for mercy so the fight went on. Stupid me. Dolly trapped me 
against a wall and played speed bag with my face, not letting me fall or call for the towel. 
Finally Ms Kracht made her step back. I dropped and didn't get up this time without 
kissing Dolly's little foot and begging her to stop. My swollen face got a lot of comments 
around the hotel the next day, but it was the other end that really hurt. Dolly was also a 
dab hand with a whip.

On the third night it was arm wrestling and after a back and forth match that left us both 
panting I finally smacked Dolly's hand down! Boy was she mad. Ms Kracht laughed and 
granted that it was my turn to dominate. And she was generous enough to include herself 
in the bargain! Maybe she was just needing it after all this foreplay.

I forced Dolly to lick my sack while I rode her boss in every hole she had, topping off the 
night with the best sexual experience I have ever been fortunate enough to enjoy - Ms 
Kracht's patented tit-fucking blow job. You aint seen nothing until you've seen your own 
cum dripping down her face - going up her silver-blue eyes. I thought she would kill me. 
She only licked my bone and asked if I wanted another go!

I didn't win again. Damn it.

They stayed in town for a week. She didn't kill again. I guess she put business before 
pleasure. When they left town they left me beat down and empty hearted. At least they 
laid a case of that fine scotch on me before blowing town. The wages of sin must pay 
pretty damn good for the likes of Ms Kracht.

As for solving the murders? No dice - I threw them off the trail at every turn. The media 
and police left shaking their collective heads. Ms Kracht and Dolly are still out there 
somewhere with heavy bags full of portable income, strap-ons and fine scotch. Murdering 
Doms for Hire.

They left town in an antique roadster they bought with a bag of pearls. Betty, the hat 
check girl, appeared at my elbow as I watched them leave. She was 5 feet 11 inches and 
curvaceous with full lips, a turned up nose, and a fondness for curve hugging and 
exposing dresses. She was coarse and simple compare to Ms Kracht or even Dolly, but 
she was the hottest number in town once again, now that they were gone. Her raven black 
curls glinted in the sunlight. Her stiletto heels put her head three inches higher than mine.

She was young enough and good looking enough to many a trophy wife to shame and she 
knew it. But she had laid low while Ms Kracht was in town. She was smart enough to 
know when she was out-classed.

"Are you going to miss them?"  she asked as she slipped an arm into mine.

I looked down at her tan arm. Normally she didn't say three words to me in as many 
weeks. Maybe my being seen with a woman better than her had made her curious...

I patted her hand. "Yes." I admitted. "Every night."

She leaned in and bumped those full lips into my ear, knocking my hat cockeyed. "I can 
help you forget." She whispered. "I can play rough, too." It was common knowledge that 
we had been playing rough up in 310, what with the thumps and moans, and the shiners 
Dolly had given me.

I looked up at her. I felt the firm meat on her arm - not bad!

"You could try, sweetheart." I said. We strolled back to my room.

She was a quick study. Once she learned a few moves I couldn't take her any more than 
two out of five falls! And when I do, her tit-poking blow jobs are a sweet second best.