The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 27 - Blackmail

There was another long silence as Bradshaw recovered but I could not imagine that Kurt was putting an arm around his shoulders to comfort him as I had with Kelly.

“I’m all right now”, Bradshaw cleared his throat several times and his voice was still tight with emotion. “Of course, I came out of prison with nothing and its only people like Billy Hill who would lend me money and, with his rates of interest; I just get sucked deeper and deeper into his debt. If you hadn’t come up with this bright idea I would be trying to hold this cigar with the bloody stumps of my fingers. So nothing must go wrong, they are all under our thumb and started paying but we what we need now is information. They all know something about someone else in their own circles that we can put the screws on and so on. Wilmington is a Government Whip and will probably become a Junior Minister quite soon so the last thing that he needs is for it to be known that he married a whore off the streets of Stuttgart.”

“Ja, I couldn’t believe it when I saw her photograph in the papers”, Kurt chuckled. “Nor could she when I turned up on their doorstep to renew old acquaintances.” 

“But the best thing is that, in the Whip’s Office, is this thing that they call the Black Book. The Whips enter up all the indiscretions and dark secrets that they hear about MPs of every party. Can you imagine the money that we could make from that? Wilmington’s desperate to protect Gisela, so he’s in the bag”. Bradshaw sniffed and sounded more cheerful. “Incidentally, Wilmington says that when he phoned his office, they told him that Ted Heath, the Tory Chief Whip wants him in the commons tomorrow or else. I said that Kurt, the big whip, wants him here”. 

“Spiteful and her Nazi freak have unwittingly done our work for us with Sir Geoffrey by thrashing Ashley”, Kurt laughed wickedly. “I was going to do that just to remind him of our power over him. The photographs and statement that you have could send him to prison so he needs to keep co-operating and letting us know who is doing anything illegal in big business and finance”.

“Yes, we have got to keep the pressure up. I saw Waveney this morning and he is now prepared to let have us the names of all the fellow travelers that he has been giving Moscow’s money to, besides creaming some off the top for us. I just asked him if his Sarah had recovered from being disciplined last night by you and he went white and begged me to spare her. I wonder if he would do the same if he had brought his wife instead of his mistress.”  Bradshaw was laughing now. “It’s also time that poor Dominic finds out that he has to earn his money the hard way, besides being buggered by Garrod. Now that our dashing film star has fallen in love again, you can break his heart by giving his new paramour a good thrashing tonight. That way he’ll keep paying us to keep quite about his last boyfriend and their Pyrenean hideaway and to feed us titbits about other British film icons. The same goes for Harman; while you hold the last copy of that documentary that he made praising the rounding up of the Hungarian Jews and following them all the way to the gas chambers at Auschwitz and I have some of those casting couch movies that he makes after hours in the studios, we shall expect him to provide us with the gossip about the film industry that does not appear in the magazines”.

“Yes, I’ll deflower that Camilla Rose for him tonight”, Kurt’s wicked laugh echoed strangely and we realised that he was now standing on the bunker steps to escape the shower that was pattering against the windows. “But, having seen her in action in those films of Harman’s that you have, she might well enjoy it. It’s strange though, she reminds me of someone but I can’t think who”

“Which leaves us with the problem of Mayberry”, Bradshaw’s voice was suddenly a lot closer too because both them were now only a few feet away from we stood. “The little creep is expecting a cut because he was the one that tipped me off about Waveney getting Soviet money through the Czech Cultural Attaché. He still doesn’t realise that he is going to be squeezed as well and thinks that he is here to look after Hill’s interests. But Billy is sick of his freeloading and, having heard that Mayberry has also been sucking up to a pair of gangster twins in the East End, wants rid of him”.

“Let me have that pleasure of disillusioning him” Kurt requested. “The hypocritical slug wrote an article the other week saying that all Germans were genetically immoral and dissolute. I’m no exemplar but that was too much from someone who likes having his dick sucked by young girls. I’ll break the bad news to him when we get back and I’d better straighten Eva out as well. Before I sent her back to her own bed last night she was moaning again about my letting Spiteful beat her. She’s here to keep an eye on the slaves for us because I knew, from when she was stripping and whoring in Hamburg, what a hard little bitch she is. She might work in one of Billy’s clubs but she’s not here as his representative and tarts like her are easy to replace. Besides, I don’t trust her. She was asking questions about where I kept my files in my room. I hope that you didn’t put her up to that, Duggie dear!”

You could have cut that silence with Kurt’s dagger and it lasted until a cigarette lighter rasped and wisps of tobacco smoke drifted past us from the stairwell. I was trembling with excitement now and desperate to soothe my own nerves with nicotine. I had the irrational thought about what would happen if Kelly suddenly asked Kurt for one of his cigarettes and had to close my eyes, knowing that I would start giggling if I looked at her.

“Before we go back,” Kurt voice broke the silence. “I’ll finish telling you about that Sugar. As I said, she set herself up in Berlin as a Dom before the war and was doing very well; satisfying all those Nazi Gauliters’ fantasies about being abused by a beautiful black woman. Hitler would have had all their heads if he had known but Spiteful had arranged some powerful protection for her. She had as big a mouth as Spiteful and, when I told her that I fancied a bit of her chocolate pussy, she laughed and threatened to whip me all the way down the Unter den Linden. Then, in ‘Forty one, I found out that she was having a secret affair with a naval officer at the OKM on Tirpitzufer, so I wrote an anonymous letter to the Gestapo accusing him of Miscegeny. It was all hushed up by the Kriegsmarine because he was a war hero; they sent him back to sea and Sugar moved to Bremen to be near him. Anyway, two years later, I got posted to a minesweeper at Wesermünde and who should be the Kapitan but Sugar’s lover. At first, he had no idea what I had done to him until he recognised my handwriting as the same as on the photocopy of my letter that Spiteful had got out of the Gestapo files. He had me in his cabin and went crazy, said that he was going make my life hell and then break me. I was scrubbing decks, scraping shit out of the heads and baling muck out of the bilges for weeks until, one night, we were hit by an Englander torpedo when we were escorting a convoy off the Friesians. I always made a point of not being far from a life raft at sea so I’d launched one and was safely away before my ship went down. I was bobbing along on my own and watching the battle when the Kapitan grabs one of the ropes on the side and tries to haul himself aboard. Well, he was exhausted, covered in oil and kept slipping back so he called out to me to give him a hand. I gave him my boot instead, flat in the face and he went back into the sea. He wasn’t amongst the few survivors who were picked with me up the next morning. I’ve always wanted to tell Sugar that story to her black face, just to wipe that superior smile off it”.

I understood now about Sugar’s sadness for all the things that she had lost and felt my eyes start to glisten.

“Is that it?” The butt of Bradshaw’s cigar landed at the bottom of the steps followed a cigarette end and the scraping of shoes on concrete.

“Yes, come on before the rain starts again but I’m not going back down that path again”, Kurt vowed. “I’m taking the long way, down the road”.

Bradshaw muttered something but I didn’t hear it clearly. We still literally held our breath until their voices faded into the distance and Kelly poked her head over the top of the bunker steps.

“They’ve gone! Quick, let’s get back down the hill before they spot us!” she urged. Holding hands to help each other keep upright; we half slithered and half ran down the muddy path and were in the shelter of the woods before Kurt and Bradshaw rounded the bottom of the hill on the far side of the headland.

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