away, closing the door almost in his face. She had never been so affronted in her whole life. His penetrating eyes had bored straight through the negligee Penny was wearing. She didn't like this night clerk and the way he looked at her. He had stripped her bare with his glances and she knew it wouldn't take much carelessness on her part to provoke him into getting out of line. She had never seen such a raw animal lust in a man's eyes before as when the night manager's locked on the cleavage showing between her firmly ripe breasts. Her hands inadvertently covered them as she trembled in repulsion at the thought of his hands touching her.
God, what a beautiful set of breasts she must have hidden under that gown, Osman thought to himself after she had closed the door in his face. He had only caught a brief glimpse of the rising swell of creamy-white flesh where her negligee had fallen open, but it was enough to start his blood pumping down in his loins. Without wasting another minute, he let himself quietly into the adjoining storeroom and pushed aside the cover of the tiny peephole he had installed long ago. Putting his eye close to the narrow opening, he could see nearly the whole interior of the bathroom and on beyond through the door to the double bed positioned directly in his line of sight. He caught a slight movement at the edge of the doorway, and he licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come. He noticed with satisfaction that she was taking a deep draught of the drink he had made as she stepped into the bathroom. Then she set the drink down on the edge of the bathtub and hummed softly and sadly to herself as she slowly slipped the negligee from her shoulders.
It was all Osman could do to keep from groaning out loud at the sight. She was facing over the bathtub directly toward him as she started to remove the flimsy garment, gradually revealing her naked young body to his gaze.
He muttered a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as her fully rounded white breasts burst into the open air of the bathroom. Then – there was nothing left. She stood before his gaze completely naked, like the Goddess Venus. He let his eyes run down over the firmly swelling curves of her body, noting with mounting excitement the wide fullness of her hips and the blonde triangle of curls up between her luscious-looking white thighs. He could just make out in her standing position the narrow pink lips of her vagina pouting tightly closed up between her long tapering legs. He felt his stiffening penis jerk up eagerly inside his pants as he watched, and he cupped his excited loins in both hands to better enjoy the pleasant aching sensations beginning to spread through his genitals. Once more he let his vision glide back up over the smooth flat belly to her breasts.
Osman's mouth watered. He could hardly wait to get his hands and mouth on those tantalizing pink nipples and to twist and churn them into the rock hardness of passion. He smiled to himself as he watched her lift the glass of milk and brandy to her lips again, wincing slightly as she made a face at the slightly odd taste the sleeping powder and hashish gave the drink. He held his breath as she looked into the glass with a puzzled expression on her face, and then relaxed again when she shrugged her bare shoulders slightly and took another long sip. Suddenly she turned her back to him and bent over to take something from the overnight bag she had placed on the floor. Small beads of perspiration broke out on Osman's upper lip as he stared directly at the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks. He could see the tiny mouth of her tightly puckered anus nestled in the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks as she leaned over, and the thin pink flanges of her cuntal slit beneath.
The spying Turk groaned and squeezed his now fully erect cock between his hands through the material of his trousers, wishing that he could ram its throbbing length up into the warm tightness of her cunt without further delay. He felt as though his bloated testicles would explode from the excruciating pressure building up inside, and it was almost with a sense of relief that he watched her turn around again and drop two pellets of bubble-bath into the water. Without waiting for the perfumed capsules to dissolve in the steaming hot water, Penny stepped over the side of the tub and sat down into the water with a long drawn-out sigh of pleasure. She leaned back with her eyes closed as if about to go to sleep, her fingers curled around the glass perched on the edge of the tub.
Soon her voluptuous young body was completely lost to Osman's sight as the many-colored bubbles began to lock together around her reclining figure, and Osman quietly let the peephole cover drop back into place. Very soon he could come back and watch her dry her body and get into bed, but first he had to make two phone calls – very important calls.
The motel night manager had called Madame Afet many times before. By now she had learned to trust his judgment. Never had he failed to deliver into her hands a girl lovely enough to bring a high price in her very specialized market. The men she supplied with nubile young women were always more than satisfied with the merchandise, even when they were extremely demanding in their tastes. Their insistence on American or English girls in their early twenties, with full but not overly mature figures, blonde hair, and blue eyes had always seemed much too narrow to Madame Afet. She didn't understand why some of the dark-haired, dark-eyed, voluptuously proportioned Turkish provincial girls wouldn't satisfy their requirements, but she had long since stopped trying to talk back to the money these men could afford to pay.
As usual, before going out to view the new prize Osman was offering her, she chose one of her most alluring clinging silk dresses. She knew that Osman was lecherous almost beyond belief, and she reasoned that she could always distract him if necessary by using her still well contoured body as a lure to his attention. Perhaps she was no longer fit to be a nightclub belly-dancer and stripper at the age of thirty-six, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror before putting on the tight dress. But she was still considered quite a delicious feast of a woman by most men. And she had never hesitated to use her bodily charms to get anything she might want.
After she was dressed and perfumed to her satisfaction, she opened the wall safe of her modern apartment in the heart of Istanbul and pulled a stack of lira notes from the metal box inside. She counted out seventy-five hundred lira, a little over five hundred American dollars, and hesitated before replacing the lid over the rest of the money. Osman had seemed very definite on the phone in saying that this girl was something really special. That meant that he was going to up the price considerably if he could possibly get by with it. After a moment's thought, Madame Afet removed another three thousand in cash and placed it with the rest of the money in her purse. He wouldn't dare ask for any more than that, no matter what the girl looked like, she thought to herself. Then she locked the safe once more and covered it with the painting of a naked woman.
She had already sent for her usual driver and he was waiting in the car downstairs when she reached the exit from her building.
'Merhaba,' she said in greeting as she slid into the back seat of the long black sedan. As they pulled away from the curb, she noticed with satisfaction that her driver had not forgotten to remove the inside door handles of the roomy back seat. Since that one girl a long time ago had managed to slip out the car door, even though she was half-conscious at the time, he had never neglected to take this precaution. That one had cost him a lot of money, and he wouldn't let it happen again.
She watched the pedestrian traffic of late evening Istanbul with relish as they worked their way toward the water. She was feeling warm and grateful to all the tourist agencies of the world that kept sending her supplies of beautiful young unattached women. She was relaxed and happy as she rode along, secure in the knowledge that she would never again have to be poor – at least not so long as there were young girls out in the world on their own, and lecherous men who were willing to pay to get their sweaty hands on foreign delicacies with fair skin and hair.
Unknown to Madame Afet, Osman had at times also dealt with another person in Istanbul, a man named Nisli Bey. Nisli was rich enough to be able to pay sometimes almost double the price Madame Afet could, provided the girl was his type. His taste seemed to go through phases, however, and Osman could never be sure he would want the offered victim. Nisli always broke in the young women himself before selling them to isolated mountain chieftains, and it was therefore his own taste that mattered, not the demands they might make.
This was the first time that Osman had called them both for the same girl, but he had two things in mind: First, he thought they might bargain with each other and give him a better price than he might otherwise get; and second, he wanted to be sure to get the delectable young blonde out of the motel before the morning help came on duty. He had had a couple of close calls before, trying to hide girls from view all day, and he knew he would be running a risk in failing to report her in the register this time. It might mean his job if it were found out, and he had too good a set-up where he was to want to lose it.
