Chapter 3 Chasing a cop

Couvett's party

Why did I come to you at the motel, the night of Couvett's party? You might have a tendency to ask the right questions... The truth is, I don't know. I did not know what I was doing, I swept out of the bedroom that looked like a boudoir rather quickly after you made it clear there was not going to be sex. I was a little disappointed, by then I wanted to go to bed with you. I had enjoyed the seduction and also talking to you. You were funny. Your contempt for the host of the party was clear and I had to agree with you. Couvett was an overly rich playboy who liked to throw his money around and impress people. He had invited the entire jet-set of town, I was pretty certain I knew some of them from previous encounters. I also had enjoyed the kiss. I had made you wait for it a bit, to make you realise you were hungry, but you had no talent for waiting, I noticed immediately, you dived into the kiss eagerly. I was sure I had you, all I needed to do now, was take it steadily further, to reel you in. Then you started apologising. There was going to be no sex. I felt stupid, I should have predicted, or at least, at some measure, taken the possibility into account. You were a cop after all. Couvett had made it sound like you were some rundown, unethical, sexually deranged, wild cop, who did not care about rules. I found you not to be so at all. I knew you wanted me, I had no doubt you would want me, and if I am honest to myself I had no doubt I would get you. Have I ever not gotten anyone I'd set my mind on? You proved me wrong. To hide my confusion I went on my way quickly and mingled with the party to find my employer for the night. I found him in his garden, sitting by himself by the pool.
"Aha, there you are!" he said with a double tongue, "I just about needed you…" I walked to him and bent over to the pool-chair he sat in,
" Sergeant Mc'Caully has gone home, she wanted nothing to do with me." I felt like a failure when I said it. He looked at me watery,
"Huh, you did not…you know, ha ha, fuck her? Bang, slam, thank you ma' am." He giggled.
"No, I did not." I replied flatly," Is there anything else you need me for?" He slumped in his chair and looked at me broodingly.
"Well, that was a fucking waste of money..." I heard him mutter.
"Oh, I don't know, I think she appreciated the gesture." I said lightly, he made me a little nervous, with that brooding stare. I hoped he did not posses a particularly nasty mind, but I was not so sure about it.
"Why don't you take a swim?" he said rather loudly, "I would like to see you swim." I took a step back and looked at him.
"Go on then, jump in!" I walked over to the edge of the pool and took off my clothes. I dropped them at my feet and slowly walked to the ladder. I felt his eyes in my back. I turned around to lower myself backwards into the water and I saw him staring at me from his chair. I went in, it was quite warm. I stretched myself and swam to the other end of the pool in a slow crawl. When I reached it I heard him shout:
" again! Now on your back!" I did. Floating on my back and slowly flipping my feet in the water I looked at the stars above me, I thought of you and how you had offered me the room as a temporary safe-house, to take refuge from the erotic duties of the evening. That was so sweet of you... I swam up and down the pool several times, following Couvett's drunkenly shouted instructions. When I reached the edge for the fifths time, no instructions followed. I turned to look at Couvett's seat and saw his daughter sitting next to him, also looking at me. They were both quiet. I swam back to the ladder, climbed out of the water and stood on the edge, naked and dripping, looking at them. What was this? A fetish shared between daughter and dad? I did not know how to proceed. After a long time of staring she said:
"Dad has fallen asleep, you can go now." I picked up my clothes and walked to the showers, where a pile of towels lay, for the pool guests. I dried myself thoroughly and put my clothes back on. I dried my hair with the hairdryer, and shot another glance at them. They had not moved. I left them, went to the coat room to get my coat, or cloak, rather (which would offend you later), I felt surreal, a little loose from earth and reality. What a strange family! I hovered on the porch, not sure what to do next. It was not very late into the night, I could phone Ralph and see if he had another client for me, for the next half of the night, but I wasn't really in the mood any more. I must have been out of sorts because being turned down was not anything I was used to.

The hunt

My eye was drawn by a blinking sign, about half a mile down the road. It stood out to me, like a lighthouse at sea...this way, this way... It said: MOTEL. I had a premonition I would find you there, my inner predator was awake... I would chase you and find you, I knew where to go. I decided to hunt cop for a while. Also on instinct, I decided too much conspicuousness would better be avoided, I took a footpath that ran along the canal. I was almost sure that the road and the canal ran parallel and the path would take me to the backside of the motel. And it did. I stopped by a fence that surrounded the motel grounds. I saw the sign blinking on the other side of the building. I saw no cameras, too cheap a motel, lucky me. I could almost sense you were in there. Along the road I had thought about what I was going to say when (if) I showed up on your doorstep. It had to be light and a tad humorous, I knew this was definitely on the stalky side. It also had to make my intentions clear but what they were, was undefined, yet. Instead of pausing for a moment and think about why I was pursuing you, I hoisted myself on the fence, which provided no problem for me, I have always been agile. I would track you, see if you would have me and sneak out the same way I came in, if not. No blood spilled. Just having some fun. Luck was on my side, no cameras on the building either and a ground floor window open, quite wide. I did not give myself time to think, I pulled up my garments and hoisted myself through the window into the room. A middle-aged balding man was sleeping on his back, his mouth a little open. He snored softly. I didn't think he would wake up, but if he did I thought it would be best to get rid of some of my clothes, (the top of course, the lower part of me would be far too confrontational for a man so rudely awoken) and keep him down with erotic promises. He slept on peacefully while I made my way through his room. The door clicked when I opened it from the inside, I froze for a moment, opened it and sneaked out. The door clicked again when I pushed it in its lock. I pushed very carefully but I could not prevent it making sound. I waited, my heart was pounding. I was getting worked up after all. When nothing stirred I started moving through the quiet corridor...where to? I stood still to listen to my spidey-sense for directions,
what are you doing here? Were the only words in my mind, blinking like a beacon. I started moving again randomly, I slipped into the stairwell and muttered to myself:
''you are crazy going after this womancop, she might not be here, at all, she might be here but not be pleased about you stalking her, what are you thinking?" but my feet moved up the stairs. My brain was not even half convinced, but my body was steadily following the plan. I would pursue you, find you, fuck you and make you come. Then, maybe I could put an end to this bizarre evening and get some sleep. I snickered, despite myself. On the first floor I stood still again to radar this floor for...something. I picked up the sound of running water, a toilet? No, a shower. I knew it was you, I felt an unexpected surge of joy, I was close! I went back to the stairwell and hurried up the stairs, the sound of running water was coming from a floor above. I tried to run soundlessly, I stepped onto the second and top floor and moved slowly through the corridor towards the sound, mainly following my ears. When I stood still, the water was running right next to me, your bathroom was bordering the corridor. You were right there. Naked in the water, only a thin wall between us. I sighed. Now that I was close and stood still, the worries in my head about the outcome of it all cried for attention. You might be angry, I should go back while I still could. The water stopped running. I felt panicky, as if the absence of running water would somehow blow my cover. and you would feel my presence, behind the wall. A Pink Floyd song ran though my head about a wall, perfect isolation. I waited (here behind my wall) to give you time to dry and dress. I felt my heart drum in my ears, I thought I saw my hand tremble, when I stepped forward, stretched it out and knocked on your door three times, softly. I heard soft steps, I held my breath again and waited. I felt joyous, horny, scarred, full of expectations and a strong urge to run away... fly down the stairs, rush past the reception, bash open the doors and run, run down the street until my feet wouldn't carry me any longer. The lock clicked and there you were; damp, wrapped in a towel, calm, cautious and utterly beautiful.