and head straight for Austin, he was not about to let him kill a fellow American, not if he could help it and not for any reason. He himself took out a knife, got close behind the operative, stabbed him and kept walking. The Arab never knew what happened. Hamilton was an expert in espionage and the one strike from his knife killed the man instantly. The incident created a major disturbance as soon as pedestrians saw the man drop to the ground with blood gushing from his body. Hamilton had to put a lot of distance between him and the dead man. He could not be seen anywhere near the incident without arousing suspicion. He was well known. By doing that, however, he lost track of Austin and decided to take up the chase the next morning, but was not able to. He had no idea that this man he was following would solve one of the biggest mysteries he was trying to unravel, but it would not be until later, much later.
Austin was beginning to think now that if the conductor didn’t come out soon he would have to scrap his mission and try again at a different time. That definitely was not a good idea for he was not sure where this guy would be performing next, and even though he could probably find out, he was not sure how convenient it would be to have the same opportunity again. Also, the woman he was doing this for would not be happy about it. As a matter of fact, she would be very disappointed and for some nagging reason, Austin did not feel like disappointing her.
What in hell is keeping that son of a bitch, he thought? Everyone in the theatre had gone home. He sure was taking his sweet time.
The conductor always made sure that everyone at the theatre was gone, including the cleaning crew. No one knew what he did when he stayed behind, even though some had a fairly good idea. On a couple of occasions they noticed a woman stay behind as well. No one really cared what was going on - the concerts were always a great success and sold out. People flocked to his concerts and the accolades were endless. Everyone loved him, or so he thought. He was on top of the world. Every promoter was after him. He had concerts scheduled all over the world, from Amsterdam to Frankfurt, Zurich to Paris and London to Rome. He was the most sought-after conductor in the world. He did, however, have a big problem and it was closing in on him. He baited women and toyed with them. He taunted them. He was careful whom he chose, though. They could never tell. They would never tell. It was either their reputation or their marriages that prevented them from telling. He was smart enough to know that he needed help but sick enough to continue doing what he did and think that he would never be caught.
During this last performance, he had managed a wink toward the woman who had been flirting with him all evening. He knew she would be there after the performance, waiting for him. He was tall, with blond hair and deep-blue electric eyes. He was in very good shape and looked remarkable in a tuxedo. As the theatergoers left, the woman stayed behind. She was beautiful and had a long blue evening dress with spaghetti straps that revealed enough to excite the imagination. He was getting hard just thinking about what he was going to do to her. As he drew close, he took her by the hand and led her to his dressing room.
She wanted him, she needed him. She was married to an older man who no longer had any interest in sex. She did know that her husband loved her very much and she also cared a lot for him. She discreetly carried on her affairs and he discreetly looked the other way. Her husband was a very powerful man in England, but she knew that if she kept her affairs discreet, everything would work out fine.
On the way to his dressing room, she told him that her name was Margaret. He didn’t really care for formalities and didn’t offer his name. Everyone knew him and he didn’t find it necessary to introduce himself. There were no niceties needed. They both knew what they wanted, so they had better get on with it. Margaret had no idea what she was getting into. As he closed the door to the dressing room, they were all over each other, almost ripping their clothes off.
“Come on, what are you waiting for?” she asked. “I have no time for foreplay. I can’t wait much longer.” What is the matter with this guy, she was thinking. All I want is to have a couple of orgasms and be on my way home. She had to be there before her husband got there. Thank God her husband had a late meeting that evening. Maybe he wanted her to enjoy her “indiscretions“. He never failed to tell her when he was going to be late and never arrived before he said he would.
The conductor grabbed her ass and raised it up and penetrated her from behind. She started having her first orgasm almost immediately. She was writhing and moaning. When he turned her over and started again, he seemed to be getting close to his orgasm and her second when he suddenly started choking her. He had seen a movie once where the girl had her best orgasm while she was being choked. It was explained in a way that made sense to him, but every time he tried to do it himself, these women fought him back. He lived in such fantasy that it never occurred to him that what he was doing to these women was just painful and nothing more. That they fought him back with such determination was only to stop him from inflicting any more pain on them. Margaret tried to pry his hands from around her neck. She didn’t want to die. She couldn’t believe he would try to kill her. She had too much to lose and even if he weren’t trying to kill her, she wouldn’t be able to explain the bruises on her neck. She finally struck him on the face to loosen his grip. That’s when everything went wrong, as it always did.
“What are you doing?” asked Margaret. “Don’t do that!” she demanded. At that moment she was struck hard with a blow to her face. “Shut up, bitch, and do what I tell you,” as he hit her again. Why do they do that? He thought. What is the problem with women nowadays? He could not understand why they will not allow him to do what he wanted. He was only trying to increase their pleasure level. Haven’t they seen the same movie? Don’t they know about this? Or was he the problem? Was something wrong with him? Did women find him repulsive?
Every time he tried to do this, these whores would fight to avoid him as if they were avoiding the plague. He could never understand why they would put up such a fierce fight.
Margaret tried to fight and wriggle her way out, but every time she made a move, he hit her again.
“Oh my God,” she thought. “What am I going to tell my husband?” She knew she would have bruises all over her. She tried to free herself again and he continued to hit her. Every time she would try to pry herself away, he would hit her again and again.
The pain was becoming unbearable as his punches were covering her body and face. When she saw the look in his eyes as he continued to beat her, Margaret started praying to God that he would not kill her, wondering why this guy was doing this to her as her screams went unheard.
He made sure the theatre was empty except for the two of them.
Margaret knew that her screams were not going to help and thought maybe her prayers would. As the conductor continued the assault and Margaret started feeling her strength melt away, pictures of her past started flashing before her. She felt that if she could think of any pleasant thoughts, she might be able to tolerate the pain. She saw the town of Bishop Stortford in Sussex where she grew up. She saw her loving parents who had always struggled on limited means to provide for the family. In a few seconds, she saw her life story unfold and the events that led to the predicament she was in at this moment.
As she was growing up, she was never able to dress like other girls in school and she made a promise to herself that she would not struggle through life like her parents did. She loved them. They were decent people. Her father worked two jobs trying to support his family, but with five brothers and sisters, there was never enough to go around.
When Margaret graduated high school at sixteen, she decided to put off college for a year or two and save enough money to get what she wanted and ease the burden on her father. She went to the nearest big town, Harlow, in search of a job. It only took her a couple of hours to land a job as a sales girl at the local C&A. It’s usually not easy to land a job in sales without experience, especially at the C&A clothing store, but she was always blessed with good looks and her beauty always helped, and she knew it was
