He drew a long breath. Strong fingers locked into her thick, golden hair as she ran her tongue slowly along his stiff length from base to tip and began to sink into a submissive reverie, avidly sucking, licking and swallowing hungrily to secure every treasured drop of spunk. Dmitri sighed and rose to his feet. “I am going to finish my book” he said over his shoulder as he stooped to amateur gather up his trousers from the floor. “Tell Grigori that there is one for roasting now and two to be spitted alive this evening. Then go to Janika; she has been told what to do”. Carissa’s eyes followed him as he walked away through the doorway to his chamber. She looked around at the scene of carnage, dark stains voyeur spreading from where the decapitated beauty lay peacefully, then hurried out into the passageway. DOULÉ At a corner table, Ensign Pavel watched The Greek through narrowed eyes and sipped mineral water from a chilled vodka glass. He knew the Steppenwolfin’s face from her previous visits to the club and from intelligence passed to the Waldenstein police by friendly countries in the region, but he did not know her to be so close to his subject. He had not attached too much importance to their meeting at first but, as they spoke into the evening with increasing intensity he had given them his full attention. His superior officers had been indulgent of his instinct to follow The Greek, but Pavel knew they feared he was wasting his time on a shady character guilty of no more than unethical business practices and unorthodox sexual preferences. There had been no link whatsoever between him and Grigori since the Carcosa Club was raided, decades previously. This evening, however, he was spending his time with a mysterious lesbian dominatrix and Pavel dared to hope that this uncharacteristic behaviour was the lead he had been looking for. When the shaven slave was dismissed from her place at his feet to wait outside the lavatories at the disposal of the membership he was sure that something of unusual importance was being discussed. Then, The Greek and the Steppenwolfin left the club together without collecting her first and Pavel was sure of it – and saw a way to learn more. He adjusted his tie and cufflinks, sauntered over to where The Greek’s slave still knelt over a bench waiting for abusive attention, and stood over her. “What is your name” he asked, quietly, and she looked around at him confused and frightened. “I…Doulé” she stammered, wide-eyed. He regarded her coldly, bisexual and she shivered. “Or…whatever you want my name to be” she went on, her voice trailing away. “You have been left here to be used” it was a statement, not a question, and she simply nodded. Pavel went to kneel behind her when another member of the club suddenly appeared at his side. 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