'Splendid. We'll see you then. It's best not to talk details over the phone. We'll be expecting you. Goodbye.
'Goodbye,' Debbi said, talking into an already broken connection. She quickly went back upstairs. She took the gun Willie had pointed out as the murder weapon and put it inside the toilet box. Then she went through Willie's wallet. She found six, one hundred dollar bills. All of them went into her purse.
Debbi then took the small box and hid it carefully at the bottom of her closet. She took only a few pieces of clothing in her overnight bag and the several thousand dollars' worth of jewelry she had managed to accumulate. Willie was still sleeping soundly as she tiptoed out of the room.
Debbi left the hotel by way of the garage exit. Too many people at the main desk would be suspicious if they saw her leaving with a suitcase. They would alert Willie and the scheme would be over before it began.
Debbi used a phony name to rent a car. Once she had driven to the outskirts of the city, Debbi
stopped at a pay. phone. Her call was directed to police headquarters.
'Hello… I'm reporting a murder… Never mind who I am… just listen. You'll find two men murdered in a garage at fourteen-fifteen West Chestnut. You will find the murder weapon in the toilet box at the Danton Hotel, room four-twelve. If you move quickly, you'll find the murderer, Willie Loman, asleep in that room. The corpses will be missing balls. You'll find both sets in a little box on the floor of the closet.'
Debbi hung up the phone and went back to her car. The deed was done. Now Willie would be caught. It didn't matter to her that the police would once more be looking for her. Canada would be a safe home. And if Mrs. Symth was fight in the type of employment Mr. Fati could offer, the city of Toronto would be a welcome change indeed.
Debbi felt strangely uneasy as she followed the route that would take her to Toronto. There was little hassle crossing the border, and Debbi smiled to herself when she realized she was finally in Canada.
Toronto was a confusing city to the girl. She had to stop frequently to ask directions to find her way to the address on the card. Debbi eventually found the address and was able to park on the same block.
The houses all had the distinguished air of mansions about them. They also had an old and decaying aura about them. Perhaps it was a feeling of evil lurking within. The house Debbi approached was the most formidable, the most evil-looking structure on the block.
Debbi rang the bell and was ushered inside to a sitting room by a very somber butler. The interior of the house had a decor which seemed
old-fashioned to the girl. Though it was anything but contemporary, it had a certain charm about it that the girl could appreciate. The couch she was sitting on was comfortable. So comfortable in fact that she nearly fell asleep on it.
'Glad to see you,' a voice commented from behind her. Debbi turned with a start to see that the owner of the voice was a man of about fifty.
'Hello,' Debbi began, 'I'm the girl who called earlier, Debbi Blackwell.' She used her real name without any hesitation.
'Fascinating. Mrs. Symth was correct in her judgment, as always. Would you care for an aperitif?'
'Ub, no thank you,' Debbi answered. She hadn't enough sophistication to know what he was talking about. But when she watched him move over to a bottle and pour himself a drink, she quickly changed her mind and joined him.
'There is something you should know,' Debbi began hesitantly. 'I've been in some trouble in several cities in the United States. And I've rented the car I came in under a phony name.'
'Good. Give me the keys and I'll see that it's removed from the city,' the man said. 'And as you probably have assumed, I am Fati.'
'Yes, I thought so,' Debbi said. She told him the make of car and its location as she handed him the keys.
'Your past is your past. I don't wish to know of
it. Mrs. Symth's recommendation shows you are most able in one aspect of the work you will be doing here. And a short test should demonstrate your abilities in the other part of your work,' Fati said.
'Mr. Fati… I was wondering about the arrangements here,' Debbi commented shyly, not
knowing how to put what she wanted to know into a suitable question.
'Of course. If you like it here, we'll give you a room and meals. Plus a commission from every assignment you participate in,' Mr. Fati explained, finishing his drink.
'And the test?'
'In good time. Now I believe we should dine. I'll show you where to freshen up,' Fati instructed, ushering her out of the sitting room.
Dinner was the most elegant affair Debbi could have imagined. She felt like a poorly dressed little girl, even in her expensive clothing. The dinner itself was served by several people. Debbi felt this was real elegance, something even Willie could only play at. She thought of Willie and what the police would do to him now that she had given them evidence damning him. But she let the thought pass as quickly as it came.
'I hope you enjoyed your dinner,' Fati commented. He led her up a flight of stairs.
'I think it was marvelous,' Debbi answered as they walked.
'Your bag has been placed in your room. Make yourself comfortable. I'll call in an hour or so to explain everything in detail,' Fati said, showing her to her room.
It was very feminine in its decor, and somewhat antiquated in its furnishings. The large four-poster bed was far more comfortable than it looked.
Fati was good to his word. He put in an appearance one hour after dinner. Debbi greeted him, smiling. She had dressed in a flattering nightie that she felt would please him. The pleasure of Fati was her greatest concern of the moment. Fati was the key to a world Debbi had been hungry for. The world of dominance and power.
'You are a lovely woman. And you have a cruel gleam in your eye, and that is good,' Fati began, gently stroking one of her exposed thighs as he spoke. 'But you must remember that this isn't only a house of pain. We must deliver the sweet agony of pain. Pleasure is a must for the outlandish fees a man pays. And our women must be able to give it,' Fati explained.
'Yes, I understand,' Debbi replied nervously. She stood by the bed as Fati took a seat in a rather ancient, flat-backed chair. He studied her womanly yet obviously youthful form with interest.
'You would be solely responsible for seeing to it that each man receives some pleasure. Magda is far too concerned with her own pleasure, and Kristine wants too much to give pain. Do you think you could get a man hard, and keep him that way, even if he was feeling excruciating pain?' Fati asked, pushing a buzzer that was in easy reach on the table. There was a lapse of several seconds before two women entered.
Debbi noticed the woman of about thirty eyeing her nearly naked perfection. She saw the woman's tongue run slyly across her lips, and the girl understood its implication. The other one looked more like a girl, though she was probably in her early twenties. She was a strikingly beautiful blonde. That had to be Kristine.
'This is Debbi; Magda and Kristine,' Fati said. Debbi liked their leather mini-uniforms and boots. They seemed appropriate.
'It is good to have another girl. Especially when the special visitor is only several nights away,' Magda commented. Her accent was thick. The full body of the woman was far more powerful than Cindy's had been. Debbi knew that this woman could exert a delicious control over her. But she
seemed far too interested in her employment for that. Time would tell for certain.
'Yes, yes, I'll want you to familiarize her with our work and help with several of the clients. Now, back to your business,' Fati said. Both women quickly left the room. It was clear that Fati was in charge.
Fati turned his attention back to Debbi. 'Now, I must make certain you can please a man. Remember, you can humiliate them sexually and have them serve your whims in any manner you want, but it is of the utmost importance that the man be satisfied completely.'
'I understand,' Debbi answered. 'I can satisfy any man.'
'Good. You can show me your talents,' Fati said, unbuckling his pants and holding out his hard cock for her inspection.
'It looks really sick… and sexy,' Debbi commented, moving over to grasp the rod. Her. fingers deftly jacked it several times, until a single drop of fluid appeared at the tip. She took the slimy pearl and rubbed it around the hot red meat of the dick. This action caused him to moan softly and shift around in his chair. It was obvious that Debbi
