Of course Eddie wanted to know all that I'd done, which wasn't much really and told him that I'd made contact with Bert, omitting that I'd let him fuck me and so I got Eddie to do the same and so I was a really happy bunny as I made dinner that night. For there was more to come in both senses of the word and I got my fair share of Eddie's when he fucked me again that night in bed.
I think I fretted more than he did during the following day hoping that Bert had made contact but not do too much in aiding Eddie's escape from the country for I liked having him in my bed. I got carried away as I lay there, kissing, licking and gently nibbling on his erection, so much so that I took him into my mouth to suck and tease him and couldn't help myself but carry on until he came with a surge for me to take it in and eventually swallow it and finding that I could still at least manage to do this without harming my throat.
I had tried to do some singing but found that it was nigh on impossible and it really hurt my larynx in the trying. So I was pleased that this was something that I still could do, something that gave me the same pleasure as having one stuffed up my backside.
I met with Bert the next day and he passed to me one hundred pounds for Eddie's immediate expenses.
`These are not forged notes are they?' I asked of him.
No. I can assure you they are genuine. They came from the last bank they robbed.' I couldn't help but laugh at this as I put it away. I had a job convincing them that it was for Eddie. The man I talked to wanted to know who I was in contact with but I wouldn't tell.'
`Who was this man?' I asked.
`Him at the bar, Daniel Tanner.'
Oh for Christ's sake Bert!' I hissed at him. He's followed you and saw you give the money to me so now he knows!'
`Oh. Sorry Jackie. I didn't think,' he said in a crestfallen voice.
Never mind Bert, it's done so I'll have to think for a minute,' I said as I ran a few things through my mind and decided to take the bull by the horns. Bert. Ask this Mr Tanner to join us and bring over some fresh drinks, please. Though wait a moment. Don't mention my name whatever you do.'
`Okay Ja... er, Miss,' he smiled at me as he got up. I watched him order the drinks and talk to the man, indicating me and when he was served, came over with the drinks and the man in tow.
`This is the young lady who wishes to speak to you,' he said to Tanner as they both sat down and I was passed my drink.
`So you know where Eddie is hiding out Miss...?'
`I do Mr Tanner and I'm not about to divulge that information to a stranger,' I replied.
`I'm not a stranger to Eddie. We're almost like brothers,' he said.
`Well that I will find out in a couple of days time when I next see Eddie.'
`A couple of days?'
He moves around and only contacts me when he wants to,' I replied with a smile. Now what about his passport?'
`It will be sorted out if I know that you're acting for him,' he said.
`Do you trust Bert?'
`Yes.'
`So does Eddie, and you've trusted Bert enough to give him a hundred pounds and he trusts me to hand it over,' I said.
`What visa's does he want in the passport?'
`I don't know. He'll probably tell me when I pass this on. You don't trust me do you? I can see it in your eyes.'
No I don't,' he said truthfully. When you see Eddie, ask him what is his married sister's middle name. If you give me the right answer next time we meet, I'll then trust you.' he said as he finished off his beer and got up and left the table.
`Distrusting bastard,' I said in a low voice to Bert.
He's being as careful as you are. It was me that fucked this one up,' he said mournfully. Just take care that there isn't another one outside who might try to follow you,' he advised. I told him I would as I finished my drink and promised to look in again in a few days time and I left the pub.
After taking two taxis and two buses and getting myself lost in Selfridges, finally made my way home ninety nine per cent sure that I wasn't followed on the last stretch.
Here's ninety pounds,' I said to Eddie after getting a welcome home kiss, something I could get used to. I spent ten quid just to make sure that I wasn't followed by one Daniel Tanner.'
`You met Dan?'
`Yes, and I only got the money because he trusts Bert, but I don't think he trusted me. He asked me to ask you what is the name of your married sister's middle name.' He burst out laughing.
You're right. He doesn't trust you. He knows that I've got one sister and she's not married and her middle name is Mildred. You can also tell him that I know that his mother never married his father,' to which he went off on another laughing bout. That'll show him that you are for real for it's something that he's kept hidden for years. Now what else was said?'
`What visa's do you want in the passport?'
Hmmm. Now why does he want to know that?' he mused which told me that he didn't really trust this Tanner that much, but I kept my mouth shut. Tell him no visa's but just make sure that it has a few European entry and exit stamps in it. Also I will want twenty grand and a driving licence in the same name as what's in the passport.'
`Are you sure he'll come up with all this?' I asked, my hand straying down to stroke his crotch.
`If he doesn't, he'll miss out on a hundred grand for only I know where the money's buried from the last job,' he said with a cackle and I felt his body start to respond to my hand movements.
`So if he fucks you about, he's fucked but in a different fashion as how I would like to be fucked with what I can feel?'
`That's about the size of it,' he said laughing at his pun as he pulled his erection out of his trousers for me to go down on him. Being face fucked is another way that I like being seen to and enjoyed the power I had to make the man come and fill me with his sperm to taste, savour and swallow and then slyly kiss him with a trace of his own coming still on my lips.
The week passed too quickly for me and I had the usual visit from Miss Winters who asked how was I coping and told her just fine now I was getting some unemployment benefit and would give myself another few weeks before starting to look for another job. Yes, my throat was feeling much better and it didn't hurt as much now for my speaking though still regretted that I could no longer sing. There was no mention of the police by her as Eddie stayed in the bedroom during her visit which lasted for an hour before she left.
The next day I went and found Daniel Tanner with Bert and I rounded on Tanner.
`So much for Eddie's sister being married when she isn't, and her middle name is Mildred. So do you trust me now?'
`Yes, but you still haven't told me your name and Bert won't tell me.'
As Eddie trusts me I suppose you will too after I tell what else Eddie told me to say to you.' I leaned in right close so that I could whisper in his ear. That you are also a bastard.' I leaned back with a smile on my face at the look of shock on his.
`Don't ever repeat that,' he said with a grim look on his face now.
`So don't you ever let slip my name either then. It's Jackie. Jackie Trent.' A puzzled look came over his face.
I've seen that name somewhere, but just can't recall it at this minute.' I pulled down the edge of the collar of the blouse I was wearing and let him see the scar which was still quite a vivid red. Oh yes,' he breathed out. The girl who was stabbed outside that transvestite club.' Then he looked at me again with a hint of surprise in his eyes. You're a transvestite?' I nodded, him not having twigged that I wasn't a female after two visits.
`Well, well, well. Eddie's fucking a queer!' I upped and slapped him hard round the face which was a shock both to him and Bert for me to do that.
Don't ever call me that,' I snarled at him, or I'll do the same to you that I'm going to do to the cunt that knifed me when I find him.' I think he was too shocked at me slapping him for him to really know what to do or say next.
`Sorry Jackie. Can you describe the man who did this to you?' he asked for want of anything else to say for it would have looked bad for him to slap a female in this pub. This I could do in detail and he looked pensive when I'd finished.
Three, maybe four men could fit that description. I'll check them out for you. Now, what about Eddie's passport?' I told him about no visa's but a couple of European stamps inside and the money. Okay. I'll have the passport by next week, the money will take about two weeks to get together.'
This would have to do and I passed this on to Eddie and I met them both the following week and was given the passport which I put into my bag and then was surprised when he brought out onto the table a digital camera and clicked through pictures of six men.
Any of these?' he asked. They all fit your description.'
`Yes. The fourth one. That was the man that knifed me,' I said.
`What do you want us to do with him?' So I told him and he said he would arrange it for the next week.
I urged Eddie to be brutal in his fucking of me that night for I wanted to try and wash away the pain and agony I had gone through because of that man and couldn't wait till the following week. We met up in the pub and he told me that they had the man in a small lock up garage for me and he had admitted that it had been him that attacked both Bambi and myself. He also passed across to me a bag that contained the money for Eddie before we left the pub and I was driven to where they had got the man that had knifed me.
I was led in by Daniel and there were two others of his gang if they could be called that and the man I wanted most was there too. He'd been stripped naked and was tied in an almost crucified fashion to some sturdy racking and I could see that he'd been beaten and tortured. His chest and nipples had cigarette burns and his stomach was showing signs of bruising.
Did he have his knife with him?' I asked, and it was given to me and I found that the edge was sharpened like a razor. So he admitted that it was him though I know just by looking at his face that it was.'
Yes,' said Daniel. He admitted it, finally.' The man had been gagged so he wouldn't be able to scream at what I was going to do to him for my blood was now boiling up at just seeing that face again and his eyes were wide open in fear at seeing me there before him with his own knife.
Okay,' I smiled thinly at the man. Leave us alone so there are no witnesses to what I'm going to do to him.'
`Right Jackie. We'll clean up the mess afterwards,' Daniel said as he ushered the other two men out and left me alone with the man who'd ruined my life by stabbing me in the throat. The man was trembling as he looked at me, especially when I lifted up his knife for him to see the light flash off the blade.
I'm not a sadistic person though I would just love to cut you up into little pieces but I'll be quick but you will suffer as I did.' I then reached out my hand and took hold of the head of his penis and pulled it out straight. You wanted to fuck Bambi with this and because she wouldn't let you, you stabbed me. Well you're never going to be able to fuck anyone from now on,' I said as I brought the knife down close to his stomach and sliced right through his prick and quickly stepped back with it in my hand as blood began to spurt out from where his cock had been attached to his body. I heard him scream through his gag as his body writhed against the ropes that held him up and his head then slumped forward as he passed out.
I was surprised at how easy the sharp blade of the knife had sliced through the flesh and muscle of his penis and I now stuck the tip of the blade through it and walked away from his tied up body and stuck the knife with his prick into the wooden door as I went out.
He's all yours now,' I said to Daniel who was waiting outside with the others. I'm afraid there's a bit of a mess in there. I'm going home now,' and I left them to sort him out.
Eddie was pleased to see me and the money and gave me big kisses but sensed that something was wrong and so I told him that I might have just killed a man and told him what I had done. I cried now for myself at how vicious I had been and wondered if it had been worth it.
I had killed him for it was in the newspapers two days later that a naked body had been fished out of the Thames. The dead man had been tortured before being mutilated, it didn't say exactly how, and his body thrown into the water and it had been found that he'd died from the loss of blood and not by drowning. His name hadn't been mentioned and I wondered if the police would ever find the link between us. Daniel and his men had obviously known they couldn't just take him to a hospital with his dick missing and so had dumped him into the river.
But I still cried and Eddie consoled me by making love to me in our fashion and saw to me twice within an hour finding some superhuman strength to do this in so short a space of time. He also fucked me twice that night in bed as he told me that he would be leaving in the morning and thanked me for sheltering him and that some time in the future, I would receive a postcard to let me know where he was and that I was to destroy it straight away.
We woke up early the next morning and I had him fuck me one last time and to be as hard as he could so that I would never forget our last coming together. It was hard and fast with him furiously ramming himself up my backside as I revelled in this form of rape and loved the man for doing it. I cried when he kissed me goodbye and then he was gone and suddenly my life was once again empty.
I moped around all day, cleaning the flat and removing all trace of him though I didn't wash the sheets for they still had his smell and it was only this that comforted me as I went to sleep by myself for the first time for nearly four weeks.
It must have been about four o'clock in the morning when I was suddenly woken up by a massive hammering at my front door. I heard the words police and guessed that they had been tipped off, glad that they were too late, and slowly got out of bed and went and stood by the open bedroom door as they broke down the outside door to the flat.
Two plain clothes policemen and six uniformed constables spilled into the flat and saw me standing there naked to face them.
`Where is he?' I was asked as three of the coppers surged forward to knock me aside as they went into the bedroom.
`Who?' I asked, giving them a bewildered look.
`Eddie Forbes! We know he's here.'
`Well he's not and this is the second time that you lot have been here looking for him,' thanking my lucky stars that I'd cleaned every piece of china, the walls and everywhere that he could have possibly touched during his stay with me.
`Not here sir,' said one of the constables pushing past me again as he emerged from the bedroom. The senior of the two plain clothes men snapped out.
Get forensics over here to check this place out. You,' he said to me, Get dressed. You're coming with us.'
`Why?'
`For aiding and abetting an escaped felon and there's a good chance of hanging a murder rap round your neck at the same time,' he said.
`You're barking fucking mad!' I shouted back at him but I was pushed back into the bedroom.
`Just get dressed for you're coming with us,' he snarled. I think he was in a bad temper for not having found Eddie in the flat. I went to my wardrobe and got out a dress and then the dresser and put on stockings and belt before slipping the dress on and finally my shoes.
`Fer Christ's sake you fucking faggot! Why the dress?' he shouted at me.
That's all the clothes I've got here,' I shouted back at him as I was then being hustled out by two of the coppers. You can't do this to me,' I almost screamed as I was bundled down the stairs and outside and shoved into the back of a police car. Then I had two get inside also, one either side of me and the car took off like a rocket and noticed from the route we'd taken that I was going to finish up in Bow Street.
I was hauled inside and formally charged with aiding and abetting an escaped felon and then taken down some stairs and shoved into a cell and had the door clang shut behind me and hear the sound of a heavy bolt being used to make sure I was secure inside.
I sat in that small cell fuming and running through my mind the progress I had made in the cleaning of my flat and kept wondering if I'd missed any fingerprints of Eddie. At least I was given breakfast, which made me laugh for it was porridge. It was after this that I began to bang on the door demanding my right to a phone call. After being told many times to shut up I was eventually let out and led to the end of the corridor where there was a phone and explained that I had to make two calls, one being to directory enquiries as I didn't know the number I wanted.
I did, but I just wanted as much time out of that cell as possible. I was given a number from my enquiry which I knew was no good and then phoned the number that I knew would get me through to Miss Winters.
`Miss Winters here, how may I help you?' was what I got when she answered the phone.
`Help me please. It's infamy, infamy, they've all got it in for me!' I cried. Laughing to myself for I'd been able to quote that famous line of Kenneth Williams in the film, Carry On Cleo, where he plays the part of Caesar and knowing that he is being killed.
`They've just gone and arrested me on a wild trumped up charge,' I shouted down the phone.
`Is that you Jackie?' came her voice.
`Yes. I'm being held in Bow Street. I don't know of anyone else who can help me, please, come and get me out.' I'd put a sob into my voice and with it now being a nice mellow tone, it really sounded plaintive and would tug at anyone's heart strings.
`I'll be right over,' she replied, breaking the connection.
`I'm Spartacus!' I cried to my guard in a triumphant voice but I think the irony was lost on him as he took me back to my cell. So I sat there for another two hours before the door opened and in came Miss Winters.
Oh Felicity.' The first time I'd ever used her Christian name in the cause of making her think that it was because of the stress I was under. Thank heavens you've come. I'm at my wits end as to what they are saying about me,' I cried. `It's lies, all lies. They say I've been hiding Eddie Forbes and it isn't true! I've been a good girl I have!' Shades of My Fair Lady, I was quoting Eliza Doolittle now, but it had its effect.
`There, there Jackie, calm down. We'll get this sorted out,' she said trying to placate me and pushed me back down onto the bunk.
`Just because I've been put inside once, they think I'm a hardened criminal! It's just not fair.'
`We'll sort out this mess, don't worry.'
`Worry! They also said that I might even be tried for murder! Murder! Me! What else are they going to accuse me of?' and I buried my face into my hands and began to sob.
Murder? Don't be silly, you're overwrought,' she said as she put her arm round my shoulder and gave me a hug. We'll sort this out. Who's your solicitor?'
Solicitor?' I asked raising up my tear stained face. How the hell can I afford a solicitor on unemployment benefit?'
`Of course, well we'll sort that out, now tell me what happened.'
So I related all that had happened that morning adding that because I hadn't been sleeping too well I had been taking sleeping tablets and so it was some time before I was fully awake and by that time they had broken down the front door of my flat. `Who's going to pay for that? I can't afford it and the landlord's going to want it replaced,' I cried.
Overall, I did a good job and had her eating out of my hand by the time we'd finished our talk, but I then threw in the bit about the possible murder charge.
`Well I did hear a little about his. It appears that they found a man's body in the Thames and it's possible that he might have been the man that attacked you.'
`How could they come to that assumption? I never knew the man that knifed me let alone go out and kill him,' I said.
She had no answer to this and as she had promised, later that afternoon I had a solicitor and found out that I would be held until the forensic team had finished with my flat. So I spent the night there and in the morning was asked to go along with a police woman constable to identify a body to see if it had been the man that attacked me. I didn't want to but was advised that it would clear the air if it wasn't the man, so I went.
He'd been alive when I'd cut his prick off but he was as dead as a doornail now lying on this table for me to look at his pasty face. No, I had said. That wasn't the man and so that ended that little scenario and what with the forensic team coming up with a blank in respect of having Eddie's fingerprints in my flat, I was released.
I was driven home and was pleased to see that the Social Services had seen to having got my front door repaired, using the same lock so that I could enter. The first thing I did was to pour myself out a treble gin with very little tonic and thanked my lucky stars once again for getting out of another scrape. I didn't leave my flat for three days but just sat there and reviewed at what I had gone through over the past half year.
Going back a bit earlier, I had, albeit accidentally, killed my uncle, but I had now deliberately killed another man by cutting off his prick and letting him bleed to death. I had been a bloody good singer and that had been taken away from me by this man that I had killed. I had got into a pub brawl and as a consequence of fighting off the coppers, finished up in prison for three months. There I put myself under the protection of one man and let him fuck me every day of my time inside and then when he escapes, harbour him. Being hounded by the police at the same time and only getting away with it by the skin of my teeth.
Why oh why was I being plagued by all these mishaps of which I wasn't an instigator, only just a bystander? I was now out of work and on the dole. I couldn't do what I had like to do and that was sing. But it was also what I was losing out on that got me, namely having men wanting to fuck me which was my main reason for living. A male erect penis, throbbing and pulsating and quivering to be pushed up into my backside for me to revel in being fucked in this fashion. How in hell's name was I now going to be able to get a man or men to fuck me. I couldn't go out on the streets dressed as a woman for that would probably attract the men who were seeking real women and get roughed up again and maybe even worse.
I think I was pissed for the whole three days as I tried to work out my future and what to do to get all that I wanted. Read that as a big rampant cock and money at the same time. The last person I could ask about this was Felicity Winters and I didn't have any means of contacting Heather which only left my girl friend Sally or Bert and Daniel. It was sad to think that I then realised that I had very few friends because I suppose it was my own ego that told me that I didn't need anyone else and I could survive on my own. I was wrong!
So I ventured out and went to the pub and met up with Bert and Daniel and told them of my dilemma but only after having asked about Eddie. It appeared that he'd been able to leave the country on his forged passport but as to where, they didn't know. With respect to the man I had killed, nothing had come close to them and so it was a closed chapter as far as they were concerned. As to my problem, it was Daniel who came up with the answer. He went off and made a couple of phone calls and came back with the solution. It was either a hit or miss situation as far as he could see it so it would be up to me to sell myself to get this particular job that would be, and he sniggered, right up my alley.
I was to call up Samantha's Escort Agency for an appointment and as he'd already given my name, would be seen at a time suitable to both parties. I thanked him for this and he finished his beer and went off to leave me alone with Bert.
`Er. Jackie...' he began and I knew by the way he looked and had started to speak what he wanted and as I was at a loose end at the moment forestalled him from going further.
`Yes Bert, the answer is yes,' I said as I got up and went off to the ladies toilet with him a short distance behind me, though in the next couple of minutes he would be closer. Alone in there, I gave him a kiss and asked him if he wanted me to suck him or did he want to fuck me. He opted for the latter and so I bent over and gave him the pleasure of lifting the hem of my dress to reveal the pale cheeks of my bum that he was about to stick his cock up in between. He wasn't the best of lovers but any port in a storm and I loved to feel the hardness of a rampant cock once again sliding up my back passage to sooth my inner nerves. He held my hips firmly as he pushed himself inside me and I loved that intrusion into my body and gave myself up to the thrill of once again being fucked by a man. He loved it too I presume for he always wanted me and he really did his best to please me at the same time as he moved himself in and out of my arse as he fucked me. He grunted and groaned as he came in short sharp bursts while I jerked off, making sure I didn't come over the lower front of my dress this time as I shot my load under the sink as his came inside me. I loved that first spurt as it was one I could feel and it always triggered me off into coming and the rest of his was just icing on the cake, well, my insides really but you know what I mean.
It was the last fuck he had for a long time for he was nicked the following day after an abortive attempt to steal from a local bookmaker. He'd been recognised and they nabbed him that evening before he'd even had a chance to spend any of what he'd gotten from them. He went down for five years.