So in our pillow talk I have raised this subject in this manner. Jack' my instincts tell me some guy would like to get his cock in you. If you went for it I wouldn't be pissed off if I wasn't there to watch,but if I came in on the both of you,how would your reactions be if I tried to join in? "You're joking,his dick would probably go down like a burst balloon for a start,then what would you do?" It might not if you had him really worked up,you know! about to shoot his load up you. Like me he wouldn't be able to stop until he came.

 "Where's this latest theory of yours come up from?" Nowhere really,just something Dave said - I lied - "Oh yeah,what was that then?" - Her neck and face reddened - Well remember when I said Dave's gasping to get in your knickers, "Oh that" - neck now blazing - He came out with a beaut the last time I saw him,having had a few drinks,I think it was the booze talking, he said, "What would you think or do Rich' if you found me knocking off your Jackie"

 Promptly the table lamp was switched off by Jackie,More to hide her face I suspect than her being embarrassed. "He'd never have said that to you,I don't believe you" Yeah,he did! "Never" You sound as though he's been there, - silence - Well has he? - still silence - I bet you'll love my reaction that sat him back on his ass, "Will I! go on you bastard,you're going to tell me anyway" I told him,I'd join in and finish what he'd started. When he'd thought a bit,he said, "No for real,you'd kick the shit out of me I know"

 Boldly now, "Ok smart-ass, unlikely as it may be,if you caught him with me,just how would you react?" I would join in like I said,you're such a goer I know no one man can last long enough to satisfy your every need at one session. "I don't know if that's a backhanded compliment or a criticism" Compliment I assure you. By now the pillow talk had started juicing wifey up I could feel.

 Cuddly and quietly my wife opened up. "Rich' I've got to tell you something that's been making me feel oh! so guilty. You were right a couple of weeks ago, Dave did get me like you said he would and I gave in. I did resist him mind,but he won and he's been coming back for more as well. Now I've said it,what happens?" Go on I know you,there's a bit more to come. "Yeah,you're right,talking here has let me juggle with that two men thing,do you think Dave would? you know want to?" - Probably we could trick him into it on what he said, - my lying bit bouncing right back at me - "How?" Well when he gets to you this week and you're cumming with him,gasp,Dave now let Rich' do me then you again.

 "How will that do it? you won't be there" No but for the next time I'd have sowed the seeds in Dave's mind that will get me into your action. "How?" Leave that to me. So it was,when I seen Dave after he'd had another session with my wife I let him into - as he thought - a secret yearning my wife has. Namely she'd like to do it with two men together but worried that it might get out after she had done it. She just wondered who would be trustworthy enough to oblige and keep his mouth shut.

 Likewise I was up for it and needed a male partner that could perform on my wife in front of me. Dave took this all in without any visible reaction as he thought,but I did notice an increase to his bulge while I talked. As the evening wore on,Dave drank a bit more than usual,then he risked coming out with it, "You know what's happening don't you? You know about me and Jackie? Sorry mate,I just had to try her after you kept saying how hot she is with you all the time"

 Still running at the mouth, "That what you were saying earlier,I know you aught to bin me as a mate for what I've just told you I've been at with her" - I interjected, - I knew about it and that you forced her at first,then found she liked what you were giving her and helped yourself to some more,I haven't a problem with it. "Well do you think I could fit,the two up roll I mean?" Well! could you? do you reckon? It would have to appear to be a casual thing,not anything arranged mind. "Yeah! Yeah! I understand" Hardly able to contain himself, "How soon,when would you be able to arrange it?" Sooner the better,how about this Saturday? "Yeah! Yeah!" Dave's hardon said it all,if I'd have said now,he'd have got to my house before me.

 Bit more of the picture here. Dave called up to our house about 8 on Saturdays to go with us for a drink his wife being a bit reclusive never accompanied him so I enticed my wife to give him some nipple and leg display which always appeared to be accidental. He loved it,judging by his pants,she loved it judging by her wetness which I checked with a crafty feel before departing to our local hostelry and my hardon spoke for itself.

 Knowing at this juncture that my wife's last session with Dave had gone off as agreed. She said when she'd indicated about two having her,he'd pumped so hard at her he'd made her pelvic bone ache and had cum off three times as though she'd had three different fucks,leaving her pussy lips sore. Clearly he had this dream of mine as well.

 My wife was still a bit apprehensive in as much as she feared she wouldn't deliver her usual multi orgasms as she may feel selfconscious with two men together. A couple of drinks eased this effect. What I purposely didn't tell my wife was how I planned to get my casual plan actioned. I'd pre-arranged with Dave to be ten minutes late so Jackie would think he'd chickened out and I in the meantime would just start playing around with her allowing him to catch us at it and just go from there.

 As 8 o'clock got nearer Jackie had prepared nicely,she had a loose woolly sweater allowing easy top and bottom access to her tits, an elasticated waist band on her loosely flowing knee length skirt, french knickers allowing ample leg/hand access to her goodies before being possibly ripped off her body. Fishnet stockings and black patent high heeled slingbacks finished them off. The knickers were flesh coloured that had an effect of not being there if her legs were girating when wrestling around.

 By eight she Jackie was sure it was a none starter. Lounged back on the settee she started to look dejected. Coaxing her,come on we'll go on without him,flipping my hand away as I gropped for her tits, "I built myself up for this,now what? I knew I shouldn't have,Dave's a bastard,all talk and no spunk" There's plenty here I joke,grabbing my crotch. "Fuck off,you know what I mean,I've been thinking about it all day and now its not going to happen"

 I start to kiss her and run my hand up her thigh,then I nuzzle into her tits before my head darts up under her woollen top and sucks a nipple in. Grabbing my head through the garment, "Stop that you swine,its not funny" her one hand then trying to hold her skirt down as I fumble at her knickers. Head back out now, I go for a lip lock making sure my head is between Jackie's face and the outside as I've sensed a movement beyond our french windows.

 I'd expected Dave to come straight in but he was there I knew,obviously watching. So with this knowledge I,while keeping my wife's face in a liplock was pulling her top up to reveal one of her tits and as I could feel a very hard nipple so hard in fact that her oreole felt like minuture mountain ranges. With this tit exposed I eased her skirt up her thigh rubbing up and down,up and down,gradually getting nearer and nearer her pussy. Her fishnet leaving her white fleshy thigh showing above had my hardon rampant. Slightly moving her mouth "Let me get my leg open a bit" I eased my weight to allow this,then before I managed to plunge my hand through the knicker hole I sensed Dave on the carpet and his hand went straight to my wife's pussy lips through the leg hole of her knickers.

 Jerking,Jackie gasped,"Fuck,why's your hand so cold? followed by the realization that my hands were not in fact cold,pushing my face out of the way and glancing to her belly, while grabbing and pulling a cushion over her eyes, "OMG. its Dave's hand,fuck that's cold" Now I felt her trying to open her other thigh some more. I moved off her at this stage and now by the side of her I settled into watching Dave play with my wife's cunt as her thighs opened like a pair of lockgates. Disregarding my presence he undone the buttons of her knickers gusset and using two hands while I flobbed her tits he started to work her up,tickling her clit then smoothing around her pussies lips followed by plunging for her cunt juice and repeating his actions.

 Get your mouth on to her pussy I heard myself saying, Jackie's voice, "He hasn't licked me before" followed by a sudden jerk as my mates tongue hit its mark. the sloshing sucking noise started to have effect on my knob,oozing love juice I got up and stripped. Dave taking this as a sign grasped my wifes skirt and dragged it off her following this with pulling her knickers down and off. Strangely Jackie with her head still buried in the cushion put both hand to her pubes and attempted to cover her nakedness. But her hands quickly whipped up to her tits as between us me and Dave dragged her tits out of her jersey top.

 Her nipples now as hard as hell, "Both do my cunt" he one side and me on the other our hands started to wrestle with my wife's pussy lips and clit while Jackie was now bobbing her belly all over the place and gasping continually. All the while her legs were flouting around making her cunt contort in all direction in a very sexually arousing manner. There must be a manly reaction because I found we both seemed to plunge our fingers up her hole always at the same time. With both our fingers inside my wife my minds eye was measuring if she was big enough to get both our cocks in together. It crossed my mind that Dave may also have had the same thought.

 Dave now knelt away from Jackie and me and in a couple of seconds was naked. Coming back into the fray with his cock hard as iron he landed on my wife making her gasp as his knob pranced between her legs seeking out her pussy while I studying it continued to play with her clit. I knew she was near to cumming and noted that his helmet was now half out of his foreskin and soaked in precum. Hooking my longest finger up I pulled his knob down in line with her hole and before he could thrust I rolled his foreskin off his cocks helmet while veeing my fingers at her clit to hold her pussy lips apart

 His cock hit her cunt running - I couldn't believe I'd just helped guide another mans cock up my wife, - In he thumped and with just one pull back showing me how dripping they both were he hit bottom as my wife grunted with his force. They were off and fucking like rabbits while I still rubbed Jackie's clitoris making her first orgasm instant on receiving his cock.As she wriggled under Dave with her powerful orgasm I took the opportunity to see how much room was left for another knob to go into her pussy. It was debateable,having pressed three of my fingers in her quim alongside Dave's cock,I Was getting trouble with adding my thumb which I'd concluded would equal the thickness of another cock.

 Dave seemed unaware of my activities as he pumped his cock even harder into my wife but from what I was feeling with my finger alongside Dave's cock,he was starting to shoot his cum up my wifes cunt. As Jackie asked Dave to push harder,I eased back a bit to watch his asshole and thighs strain even harder to force his cock even farther up her. Gasping "Shoot! Shoot it" Jackie clamped her legs around Dave and I seen his cock's tube pulse as shot after shot of his jism pumped up into her squelching cunt till their juices started to froth from their action as it squelched back past his cock shaft and dribbled down her ass crack to her puckered hole.

 Both gasping for breath, "Keep pumping me,ram it into my womb you horny bastard,I want more" I'm no gay but I was, tempted to shove a finger up Dave's asshole I was so worked up. The thought of feeling his muscles twitch as his final shots of spunk went up her cunt was most powerful. Not missing a stroke Dave made to start off again and as my wife started to respond I got their juices on my fingers and started to search out Jackie's crinkly bum hole. On feeling this she steadied Dave and told him to turn her over.

 He stopped and pulled out,then on being turned over she told him to get under her. This he did and putting it back in they were soon stroking at each other again. I in turn went back to getting in close to Dave's knob pumping in and out of my wife again studying whether there was a possibility of getting two up her one hole. At this point I became fascinated as my wife's membrane between her cunt and asshole stretched hither and thither as my mates cock pushed and pulled in it. The sight of this skin appearing to cling around his cock on the outward strokes as though the pussy was fearful of being left empty. Feeling an orgasm building in my own cock I decided it was time to join them.

 Climbing on to my wife's back I covered her ass crack with precum liberally putting plenty on her crinkly asshole by pushing my cock to enter it. Because of their frantic movements it was making it difficult. Slow down a bit to give me a chance to get it in you,they did and in fact stopped altogether. Holding my foreskin right over the helmet of my knob,I held it against Jackie's asshole and started to let the spongy head come out its foreskin and enter her puckered sphincter.

 As I caught one of my wife's ass hairs she jerked and my cock popped out and found its own way down and against Dave's cock. This sensation made him draw his cock back partly out of my wife and in turn rubbing against the most sensitive part of my cock just under the back of my helmet. Splat! A large orgasmic tingle shot my spunk out against Dave and Jackie's coupling and in turn made me jab at her vulva and pussy lips. "You wont get in there;I'm to tight,I'm just not big enough,you dope" Dave chipped in, "Try! Go on try to force it up her with mine in her"

 "You shut up,its alright for you,its not you that will split open,if you say it again I'll stop you fucking me any more and in the future" "Alright! Alright! I hear you,I'm sorry" "Well then,don't be so fucking stupid Dave,you'll split me in two" I say - Calm down,calm down,we won't do anything to hurt you. Lets steady up a bit and see what we can get in where.

 Through this dialogue I had hold of my dick and trying all ways it just wouldn't start in her. Lets all hold perfectly still for awhile. That aught to let me and Dave soften up a bit then we can try again. I could feel my knob softening and barely touching Dave's penis so as not to re-ignite his fervour I put a finger up my wife confirming he had started to go soft as well.

 Easing away I brought my hardon back up just enough to be able to try another push up her. Right,both stay as you are and I'll try again. Relax now Jackie,I promise it wont hurt going in. "How do you know?" Dave's soft now and as its more jelly like my knob will roll along side it before he can harden up again. As I was saying this my cock touched Dave's and I could feel his cock softly accomodating my harder knob. "Jackie its past your tight part I can feel Rich's knob part against mine" "Yeah,so can I but fuck its so tight,just hold still and let my poor little pussy get used to being overfilled. We did but by now I could feel Dave's heart beat through his knob and I knew he was pulsing harder.

 Then Dave said "I can feel Richards heart beat against my knob" "So can I,I can feel both his and yours,they're beating like fuck you dirty bastards,can you feel my heart beat as well?" Yeah Jack' but its where the ring of your quim is so tight around us. "Yeah,I can feel that I think its my arteries are trying to pump blood to my pussy lips and your cocks are making it hard. I became conscious of Dave starting gently to fuck again,then as I too pushed more man meat up my wife she said, "Its all to tight at the top" As I push up you pull downwards Dave then only one of us will be right up her at any one time.

 We started to get into a rythym. "That's more comfortable,but its making my pussy go numb" was my wife's response. Hold on Dave,keep them up her but lets turn her on to her side then her leg will be able to be held straight up making her crotch wider that aught to be more comfortable for you Jack'. It did and we got into a rythym which Jackie picked up on,pushing at me on my inward stroke and likewise towards Dave as he pushed in. The more slippery we all got the better it became. By now our two cocks rubbing back to back were giving us both an amazing sensation.

 I could feel Dave's foreskin stretching as the strokes got longer and deeper into my wife's quim. Like my own we could feel our cock tubes throbbing as our ass nerves rose to a crescendo in a mighty triple orgasm. My wife was yelping in excitment as we both grunted and gasped with the effort and excitement and although her cunt muscles were stretched farther than ever before they clamped our cocks like a vice,especially as we both thrust to the top of her together with our first blast of her first double spunking.

 Both of us stopped and felt our cocks being fucked frantically by the to and fro thrusting of Jackie drawing every last shot of spunk from our aching throbbing knobs. We all led still now enjoying the afterglow of one total orgasm. "What if we've made you pregnant?" Whispered Dave. "Who cares about that" My wife and I utter in unison. "It would hardly show,you're both fair,about the same build,even your cocks are similar and feel the same when you done me separately and anyway,no condoms here I like to feel the sperm going up me"

 "Besides I find it very exciting,same as the other!" We all gathered ourselves  and showered,then sitting naked drinking a coffee,Dave had placed himself opposite my wife and was glazey eyed. "Will it happen again sometime do you think?" "You enjoyed that then" chipped my wife,while still tomenting him by opening and closing her thighs "I don't see why not!" Broadly grinning while still enthrolled with looking at my wife's cunt and tits.

 "I better get going,You've still got our sperm seeping out of you" "Have I" as Jackie pulled two fingers through her slit collecting a good glob of sperm, "So I have,give us a kiss then" As Dave complied and broke off their lips she placed the spunky fingers across his lips. "Just something to suck as you walk down home" she giggled. As I walked him to the door after dressing he quietly said,"What was that about enjoying their other spunk?" I tapped my nose with two fingers and smiled.

 Wow!

I had let it grow for like three days.  After I was done shaving myself I looked down and was pretty happy with my job.  No hair anywhere. I got out and dried myself and realized again I had nothing to wear and I got the towel that I dried off in and put it around my waist and tied it. I threw on some deodorant and walked out. I thought to myself Ill just ask him to borrow something then I thought I was way much bigger than him.  So that plan went up in flames.  I walked out and he looked at me and said dude you don’t have to wear that it’s probably going to get really uncomfortable and we have both seen each other naked so what’s the point.  And I thought to myself yeah it is really uncomfortable and it will fell so awesome to be naked. Then I said well if I’m getting naked then you have to too. He said fine. He only had on boxers anyways. So I dropped the towel and he lowered his boxers and he looked at me and said hey you’re shaved just like me. I said yeah it feels so much better and it doesn’t inch as much.

He said that is true, here come play some video games with me as he handed me the controller. And after about 30 min of playing we decided to get something to eat. So we got some stuff from his fridge. I said Dude you want to go eat it outside and he said but what if people see us and I said well that’s half the fun.  So we open the garage and threw down some lawn chairs and started to eat. His garage was empty because his parents were gone for the weekend and they took the cars. As soon as we set down the first car went by. It was dark enough so they can tell that there are people in there but not that we are totally naked with a growing hard on. We both had a sandwich and some chips. And we decided to stay longer and just talk for a little bit as cars were going by. I was feeling a lot more adventurous so I said to him dude we should go drive around naked for a bit. He thought about it and said it sounds like fun. So we walked out of the garage and he closed it behind me and walked to the street where his car was and I car drove by and honked. It was really getting to me.

I started to feel myself raise a lot after that. And I started to see him raise a lot too. While we were driving I started to rub myself kind of slow but enough for him to start to watch. Then I did the unthinkable I reached over and started to rub his balls and cock. He said I going to cum so I stopped stroking him cause I wanted to taste the cum in my mouth. Then after a little while he started to get soft again and so did I. So we did the most daring thing we could do without getting in trouble. We went to McDonalds and went through the drive through and the girl that gave us our food had a kind of horny/really happy face on. We only got a couple of milkshakes and some fries. We walked back to the garage after we parked and went to the family room. I was so excited I said to him that was amazing. He turned and said yeah it was, as he turned the TV on.

He started to eat my fries and he wasn’t expecting it I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. I have never sucked a cock before but it was amazing. The taste, the feel,  the excitement of sucking cock. He was still eating his fries while I was sucking him off I could tell he loved it because I could hear him moan softly. One of my hands on his cock and the other one was exploring his hairless body. I reached over his legs feeling them up and all over his chest. He basically screamed I’m cuming in pleasure. Then he shot his cum into my mouth and it tasted amazing. It was so much better than I thought it was going to taste. He said to me now it’s my turn he leaned over and took my six inch cock into o his mouth. He was like a pro at sucking cock but it was his first time ever. It took maybe two min to make me cum in his mouth. After it I asked him how it tasted and he also said amazing. The rest of the night we just played around with each other’s cocks until we fell asleep on top of each other with his cock still in my hand.

 

I should break your scrawny neck, boy.

 

“Ye-ah. That’s what I thought. Keep on walkin’. Pussy.”

 

The man grunts, ignoring the child’s prattle. There was a time when he acted much the same way, and if the boy wasn’t so annoying, his bravado might almost be amusing.

 

“Hey!” The boy peers at the boxes, curious. “What’choo got there, man? Huh?”

 

Exasperating child. Go home.

 

A puff of steam escapes the man’s lips into the chill air. He compresses his lips into a tight, pale line, getting control of himself. He awkwardly balances the boxes on a raised knee and gropes for the heavy key ring that jangles from his belt. The man lists from side to side and bounces on the ball of his foot, struggling to keep his balance.

 

The boxes stay put, and he unlocks the door and kicks it open.

 

“Hey! You spic fuck! I asked you a question! Hey! Hey!”

 

The man tumbles inside and sets the boxes on the floor, then quickly shuts the flimsy wood door and locks the deadbolt, blocking out the boys’ vulgarity. He wipes his hands and stretches, then walks through the tiny, one-bedroom apartment and pulls down the window blinds before he switches on the kitchen light.

 

A spark shoots from the bare light bulb that dangles from the ceiling. The man squints as the light flickers and slowly illuminates the meager room. He rubs his stubby fingers over a thick, black mustache and the bristly stubble covering his chin and neck.

 

When his eyes adjust to the dim light, he unclips a folding knife from his belt and cuts through the packing tape. He puts away the knife, opens the flaps of the larger box, and digs around until he finds a small instruction manual.

 

The man pulls out the contents of each box and organizes the equipment on a cheap Formica dining table, setting up a desktop computer as he reads the manual. He disconnects a cheap phone and an answering machine and plugs a cord into the modem slot on the back of the computer. The man grins and shrugs out of his faded green fatigue jacket, and carefully places it on the back of a rickety old dinette chair. He takes a black plastic shopping bag from the counter, sets it next to him on the table, and sits down on the edge of the chair, pulling a ream of white printer paper from the bag. He inserts a bit into the top of a new printer, and watches the monitor screen, tapping his foot expectantly on the peeling vinyl floor, and waits.

 

Dark. No power.

 

The little man frowns and checks the manual again. He matches the diagrams in the manual to the buttons on each machine and pokes the on/off buttons for the hard drive and the monitor.

 

Nothing.

 

Puzzled, the man flips through the manual again, then stands and peers around in the boxes. He smacks his forehead with the palm of his hand and swears.

 

 He pulls out two bundled power cords that were hidden away in the packing material. He plugs them into an electrical outlet on the baseboard, next to the phone line.

 

 He pushes the power button again and his lined face breaks into a smile as the hard drive whines and rattles. The computer blinks on, booting up. The smile grows and he turns on the printer, then reaches behind him and takes several folded pieces of yellow legal paper from his jacket pocket. He smoothes them out on the table and moves the mouse around on its pad, getting a feel for it. He pulls a diskette from the bag, locates the drive it fits into, and clicks on one of the little pictures on the screen. He jumps a bit, then smiles happily as the modem blasts to life.

 

The man follows the directions written on the paper, pecking carefully away at the keyboard, and sets up an anonymous email account. When he finishes, he rubs his moist palms off on his pant legs and pulls a rumpled porno magazine from the bag, a locally published magazine that he’d purchased at a strip club the night before. He chews on his lip and flips to the back, searching the advertisements and ignoring the lewd pictures of the naked women and the naked men, until he finds the particular add he’s looking for.

 

The man grins again, reads more of his notes, and pecks away until a website appears in the monitor. He leans over the table and scans the magazine ad intently, comparing the print from the page to the picture the screen.

 

He mouths the words that are lushly scripted in black and gold against a field of satin pink.

 

Fantasies, Inc.

 

A small framed photo sits on the counter next to him. The photo is a picture of a family of three, a father, a wife and a baby daughter, all smiling for the camera. Happy.

 

The man smiles sadly at the photo.

 

Soon, my brother. All will be made right.      

 

He uses the mouse to click on the words, and the screen changes. He leans closer to the screen, reading.

 

Your fantasies, all fantasies, no matter how big or how small, brought to life.

 

He clicks the mouse, scrolling down further.

 

We specialize in fulfilling the kinky and cute, the timid or the daring, the loving or the deranged; reward or revenge - whatever you desire, no matter how sweet or how perverted, can and will be yours with Fantasies, Inc..

 

The man sits back in his chair, rubbing his hands nervously. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out his breath in a whoosh. He leans forward again.

 

This site is for adults only.

 

Fantasies, Inc. is not a porn site, an escort service, theater or any type of performance art.

 

We are a multi-billion dollar global organization, specializing in the ultimate in sex and revenge fantasy fulfillment. We exist to help realize all types of real-life sex fantasies for our clientele. We accept projects that range from the ordinary and mundane to the most criminal and unusual. Therefore, please be aware that certain types of our projects may be illegal in many parts of the world, and that real, ordinary people – adults and children, friends, family, business associates, etc. – can and will be unknowingly incorporated into each, special project, as dictated by the project description.

 

Fantasies, Inc. accepts no responsibility for any legal action resulting from any or all accepted projects. All scenarios submitted for development are considered strictly confidential and will be shared internally only, on a need-to-know basis.

 

Payment must be submitted as a cash transfer, half in advance with the balance due upon completion of each project. No other forms of payment will be accepted. 

 

Once the submission has been accepted, the customer will be notified with a general time-line as to when the fantasy will begin. Once started, each customer will receive regular instructions and updates until the conclusion of the scenario. You may submit an original fantasy or choose from our large database of completely customizable options. For the perfect fantasy experience, please be as specific and detailed as possible when submitting your scenario for consideration.

 

The wait time for new fantasies to be evaluated is currently an approximate six months to a year from the current date. Projects begin immediately after acceptance.

 

Satisfaction is guaranteed, or your money back.

 

Would you like us to make your fantasy come true? Yes/no.

 

The man decides and clicks on Yes. The screen changes again, showing more conditions and terms. Boilerplate. He reads it all, slowly and carefully, types a bit, then clicks on I Agree. The computer processes the information, and another page loads. This page is broken into sections.

 

Choose your fantasy.

 

Generate your own from our fully customizable database, provide a complete description of your own, intimate offering, or choose to experience someone else’s hidden desire from one of our many, most popular experiences.

 

The man licks his lips, and clicks on Custom, then, Personal.

 

Now to decide: Sugar or Spice, Naughty or Nice?

 

A cute-as-a-button girl in pig-tails and dressed in a tight Catholic school girl uniform sucks on an oversized lollipop, hovering above the sugar and the nice words, flirting shamelessly. The same girl, now dressed as a black-leather clad bondage queen and brandishing a bullwhip, spits and snarls above the spice and naughty words. There’s a little check box next to each word. The man considers his options and checks both the Spice and the Naughty boxes. The screen changes again.

 

Okay. Let’s begin.

 

***

 

Sharon Chapman jumped in her leather chair when her cell phone rang, startled.

 

Oh, Jesus, she thought, and glanced at the clock on her desk.

 

Ten forty-five.

 

I completely lost track of time.

 

She peered out her office window. A light frosting of snow had built up in the corners of the glass.

 

When did it start to snow? Sharon wasn’t sure.

 

As she reached for her phone, she realized that she hadn’t heard the office phones ring at all that evening.

 

Strange.

 

She thought Michelle had told her that they’d been fixed. But then again, she might not have noticed the phone ring anyway. Sharon knew that she had a tendency to let herself get wrapped up in her work, to the point that she’d tune out everyone and everything around her. And she’d been pretty focused on this new client’s case since she’d come into the office that afternoon.

 

But hadn’t she signed for the bill before everybody left? She was vaguely aware that Debbie asked her to sign some sort of paperwork.

 

God. Now the memory starts to go, too. I don’t feel that old.

 

Sharon was still trying to remember if she’d signed a work order or what, when she picked up her phone, pushed the on button, and cleared her throat.

 

“Hello? This is Sharon.”

 

“Mom?” said a tinny voice. “Is that you? It’s Amy.”

 

“Sweetie?”

 

“Hi. Sorry to call this late.”

 

Sharon thought her daughter sounded tired, but she didn’t say it. Instead, she slipped off her tiny, wire-rimmed bifocals, folded them neatly and set them on the papers she’d been reading. God, she hated those glasses. She knew they were necessary now; without them, she was pretty much blind as a bat. She hated turning fifty. Getting older completely pissed her off; it was a waste of her time.

 

Sharon leaned back in her chair, stretching. The soft leather creaked as she settled in. She pressed the phone back to her ear. “S’okay. How are you?”

 

“Good, Mom. Great.” Pause. “You’re burning the midnight oil tonight.”

 

A statement, not a question. Sharon nodded. “New client.” Amy never failed to let her know when she thought Sharon was working too much. “This is a difficult one.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Domestic violence. There are kids involved. Anne and I are trying to work out a settlement. We’ve got a court date scheduled right after the holidays.”

 

“Oh.” Pause. “How is Ms. Laird?” Cold.

 

“Annie’s fine, too.”

 

Amy was quiet a moment. Even after all these years, she still had a tough time talking about Sharon’s work, and their past. When Amy was three, Sharon’s ex-husband, Mike, had left them, running away to the sunny beaches of Rio with another woman who was barely out of diapers. He withdrew all the money from their bank account, leaving Sharon completely broke and in massive debt. She’d taken Mike to court, trying to get some help; alimony or child support.

 

Something – anything to help.

 

But he never paid a dime. Sharon quickly ran out of her meager savings, and she had no other family to turn to for help. For the next few years, she scrimped and saved, working two jobs, scratching and clawing to make a better life for her daughter.

 

There were hard times, and worse times.

 

But Sharon managed to put herself through law school, swearing that if she could make it, she would do whatever it took to help other women who were stuck in the same sort of ugly situations. It was in law school that Sharon met Anne Laird, who would later become her partner and closest friend.

 

In a particularly bad moment, Amy had made it clear that she didn’t care for Anne, or her relationship with Sharon.

 

Sharon tried to change the subject. “So, anyway. Enough of that. What are you up to? How’s Jenny?”

 

“Jenny’s great. She asks about you all the time.” Pause. “Sorry I’m calling so late. I tried to call you earlier, but the phones were out of service forever.”

 

Sharon looked at the framed pictures on her desk, of her daughter and her beautiful granddaughter, Jennifer. Without her glasses, they were all blurry. She thought she’d been able to see them okay yesterday.

 

God, this is frustrating..

 

“It’s all right, babe. No need to apologize. We’ve been having a little trouble with our phone lines.”

 

What the hell was wrong with them? Sharon had no idea. Must’ve been pretty bad for those guys to be here all day. Michelle probably had a coronary over the cost. The thought of Michelle made Sharon smile. How did we manage this office without her?

 

“Mom, look, I know this is kind of out of the blue, but I…uh, well, we were all wondering if you’d like to fly down for Christmas. Jenny hasn’t seen you in a while, and Jeff’s folks are going to be staying with us over the weekend. I thought maybe you’d want to come too…”

 

Amy sounded uncomfortable, like she was asking because she was supposed to. Sharon didn’t think they would really want her over for the holiday, much less have her stay for an entire three-day weekend. Well, except for Jenny. Certainly not Jeff. 

 

They’d started off on a bad note when Amy introduced them on the night of their engagement party. Jeff had been drunkenly telling a horribly sexist joke, something about how many horny women it took to screw in a light bulb, when Sharon mentioned that she thought that men should be snipped and tied at puberty.

 

“I’d love to Sweetie, but this might not be the best time.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“I’ve got so much work right now…”

 

“But Jenny and I would really like for you to be here.” Another short pause. “And Jeff wants you to come too.”

 

Sharon tried not to snort at that last comment.

 

“Sweetie, your house is going to be packed full with Jeff’s parents staying there. I think…” Sharon rubbed at her eyes. “Listen. How about this: Jenny’s birthday’s in just a month. How about I come down then?”

 

“Really?” Amy sounded relieved.

 

“Sure. We can go do the theme parks.”

 

Sharon smiled.

 

Jenny loved roller-coasters, and so did she. They reminded her of how life really worked: up one minute, down the next, then right back up again. Life was a series of highs and lows.

 

Sharon’s favorite picture of Jenny, one of the pictures she kept on her desk, was of Jenny and her mom that had been snapped during a roller coaster ride. The picture was taken as they went through a double loop-de-loop. Jenny was grinning like only a twelve year old can grin: a huge, ear-to-ear, this-is-the best thing ever kind of grin. Amy looked terrified.

 

“Uh, okay. Sounds…fun.”

 

Maybe she wasn’t so relieved. Sharon chuckled.

 

They made small talk for a few more moments, and then Amy told Sharon that she should go home and get some sleep. Sharon wished her daughter a good night and told her to give Jenny a kiss and a hug for her, and they both hung up. The cell phone buzzed in Sharon’s hand, letting her know she had messages.

 

Wow. I must’ve been really out of it tonight. No idea I had other calls.

 

She pressed the auto-dial and listened to the messages. A couple of the calls were about business, but could wait until next week, after the holidays. Jenny had called once and left a short, terse message. So had Annie, asking her to drop by for dinner if she felt like it. She said she was dying for a pizza, and she thought she’d be getting home about seven.

 

Slightly annoyed, Sharon half-listened while Annie droned on and on, like a tired mother tolerating a child. Inwardly, she winced at the pleading tone in Annie’s voice, and stared blankly at the work on her desk, distracted. Annie mumbled something Sharon didn’t catch, and asked Sharon to give her a call later.

 

Sharon looked at the clock again and turned off her phone.

 

Too late to call now.

 

Afterwards, Sharon sat quietly and stared at the phone until she heard the soft chime that announced that someone was walking through the front door. A second later she heard a series of beeps, letting her know that the alarm system was being deactivated.

 

“Annie?” No answer. Sharon knew it probably wasn’t Annie; she never came to the office after work, unless it was an emergency. And she would never stop by without calling first, anyway. But, maybe… Sharon broke into a little smile. “Michelle? Is that you?

 

“Hallo?” answered a heavily accented voice from the foyer a moment later. “Who is it here?”

 

Sharon frowned for a second, slightly disappointed, but then shrugged. She slipped back on the high heels that she’d kicked off under her desk, and then stood and planted her fists in the small of her back, stretching until a series of loud pops ran along her spine. She stepped to her office door and pushed it open to find the custodian, Hector, at the alarm pad with his ever present bin of cleaning equipment.

 

“Hello, Hector,” she said, and gave him a little friendly wave and a smile.

 

Hector jumped about a foot in the air, grabbed a mop handle and waved it in her direction. When he saw who it was, he grinned sheepishly.

 

“Ahh. Miz Chapman.” He cleared his throat and put down the mop. “You scared me, a little.” He waved at the alarm pad. “The lights were on, but the…the alarm, it was turned on, too. I din’ know if an’one was still here.”

 

Sharon smiled at him and pulled her long, tan cashmere overcoat from the coat rack.

 

“I’m sorry Hector. I didn’t mean to startle you. Debbie armed the door when she left, so no one could sneak in.”

 

“Oh. Ho-kay.”

 

Sharon buttoned her coat and wrapped a light silk scarf around her neck. Annie had given her the scarf as a Christmas present a few years ago. Not much for the snow, but the weather forecast that morning had been for sunny skies with a warming trend, highs in the low 50’s. Sharon had dressed for her daily tennis match and brought a light business suit and a skirt to change into, after. She wondered how the hell she was going to manage to get to her car wearing her heels if there was snow or ice on the ground.

 

“I was just finishing up Hector. Everybody else has gone home for the night.”

 

“Staying late again, heh?”

 

“You know me.”

 

“Ehh, you say you always there for…for your people.” Hector smiled at her. His English was getting much better.

 

“Yes. Exactly.”

 

Sharon nodded at his grin and went back to her desk to shut off her laptop. She packed the computer away in her briefcase and tidied up; then locked her desk drawers and stepped out of the office with her briefcase in hand. She said good night to Hector, who was busy emptying the trash cans and filling them with new plastic bags. Sharon pulled on a pair of soft, brown leather gloves, and then searched her purse for her car keys.

 

“Hector, I’ll get out of your way. You’ll reset the alarm?” He nodded. “See you next week.”

 

“’Night, Miz Chapman.”

 

Sharon gave him another smile, and walked outside into the cold.

 

***

 

            The snow was just starting to stick, the wet pavement was still relatively free of ice, and the air felt brisk and clean. Even so, Sharon stepped carefully around a few ice-crusted puddles so she wouldn’t slip and beeped the remote key pad to her new Beamer. The door locks ka-chunked and the car alarm de-activated from yards away. She stepped around a big, white utility van.

 

Hector must be doing pretty well for himself, Sharon mused. He used to carry his supplies around in a beat up old pickup.

 

The van’s engine was still ticking, and steam evaporated from the hood. Sharon passed through a curtain of steam, then opened her car door and tossed her briefcase onto the passenger seat, pausing with her door open for a moment to enjoy the crisp winter air after being cooped up in her office for so long. She closed her eyes and let the snowflakes fall on her face. She looked up at the sky. The thick clouds were bright in the night sky, lit from behind by the moon, puffy like wispy balls of cotton.

 

Sharon stuck out her tongue, feeling like a child again. She giggled happily, like when she was a child making angels in the snow with her father. The snowflakes drifted into her open mouth, melted on her tongue.

 

She opened wide, and said, “Aaaahh.”

 

            Sharon looked back at her office. So much work, trying to help others.

 

She sighed, thinking of Amy and Jenny, and wondered where she’d gone wrong raising Amy. After all the crap the two of them had gone through together, how had Amy become exactly the kind of meek, abused woman Sharon had made her life’s work to try to help?

 

In Sharon’s mind, at some point Amy had become a victim. She was timid and withdrawn, co-dependent and clinging desperately to a cheating, drunken sham of a man who blatantly detested her. At least Jenny had spunk, thank God; she had a zest for life that Amy had never been able to muster. Sharon fervently hoped that Jenny could keep that spark safe so it could bloom and grow, and that life or her family wouldn’t pound it from her.

 

And me? She realized. Now I’ve no life for myself. The magical spell from a moment ago was suddenly broken.

 

Sharon reminded herself again that this is what she’d wanted, all the effort spent, the sacrifice, the sweat and tears. This was her life, not just her work. She and Anne had found the offices years ago, right after they’d passed the bar exams. They had both been working for a large downtown law firm, and were both miserable. Anne found the office when she’d taken a business lunch with a client, a dentist who was retiring. The building was way out in the ‘burbs, in a low-income side of town, as far from the ritzy downtown firms as they could get.

 

It was perfect.

 

That afternoon, Anne had returned from lunch, breathless and talking a mile-a-minute. Sharon remembered grinning like a fool; charmed by Anne’s exuberance. They made an appointment and went back to see the building that night, right after they got off work. They’d bought the property the next week. The dentist gave them a great price and let them rent to own the property, otherwise they never could’ve afforded to buy it. As soon as the ink dried on the contract, the dentist high-tailed off to Florida with his wife and Sharon and Anne moved in and began the tedious business of cleaning up, taking care of most of the renovations and repairs themselves to save money.

 

They’d been there ever since.

 

Over the years they’d added a few employees here and there: Debbie Jones, their receptionist, who had been one of their first clients, Hector Aria, who had been with them now for the last several years and who took care of all the general building maintenance. And finally, Michelle, their sharp new junior partner, who had joined the firm only a year or so ago, right out of law school.

 

Sharon smiled again thinking of Michelle, and actually blushed as a warm, smoky wetness spread between her legs.

 

Then her stomach growled. She looked down, patted it, and said, “Guess the snow might not be quite enough, huh?” Another series of growls. Insistent.

 

Must be remembering Anne’s request for a pizza dinner, Sharon decided. “Okay, okay. Let’s go get something to eat. Chicken salad sound all right?”

 

Growl.

 

Laughing to herself, Sharon snuck a last look up, then got in her car and pulled out of the parking lot. She never noticed the van as it started up, turned on its lights, and followed, slipping into traffic behind her.

 

***

 

            Sharon turned on her radio. Soft jazz filled the car, and she hummed along with the tunes. She eased to a stop at a red light, then turned north and drove for about a mile. The snow patted her windshield, creating little patterns, and then the wipers would flick the flakes away. She bobbed her head in time to the music, humming away, careful of the slick streets when she merged with the few other cars that were out, braving the weather.

 

A few minutes later, Sharon pulled into the slushy parking lot of a big, twenty-four hour grocery store. The lot was almost deserted, due to the hour or the snow, Sharon wasn’t sure. She pulled past some construction equipment that was blocking the first few rows of parking spots, sighed, and parked as close to the doors as she could, just next to an old, rusting Toyota. She shut off the lights and the wipers, turned off the ignition, and took her keys and her purse and stepped out into the cold. She beeped the alarm, locking her car, and walked inside, past a couple having a heated argument in another language.

 

The couple marched straight to the Toyota as the store’s automatic sliding doors smacked closed behind Sharon. They continued their argument, shouting at each other over the hood of the Toyota, until she took an apple out of a shopping bag and threw it at the man. The apple caromed off his forehead and bounced under the car. He glowered at her with cold eyes, but unlocked the car doors. They got in the car and roared out of the lot, fishtailing out into the road with a spray of slush, leaving a puff of exhaust in their wake.

 

The lot was quiet again, except for a muffled buzz from a flickering streetlamp, until the white van pulled in a few moments later and parked in the newly vacant spot.

 

The driver killed the engine and shut off the headlights, and waited.

 

***

 

            Inside the store, Sharon grabbed a red plastic shopping basket and looped the handles over her arm. She started her shopping in the produce aisle and grabbed a crisp head of green lettuce, a red onion, a couple ripe tomatoes and a small cucumber. She found some delicious honey-mustard dressing that was bottled by a local restaurant, and took two jars. Then she went to the back of the store to the meat section, winding her way around a few tired-looking employees and boxes and boxes of merchandise waiting to be restocked. She didn’t notice any other customers, and the employees ignored her.

 

            At the freezers, Sharon picked up a package of fresh chicken breasts, then hummed a little tune on her way back to the coolers and found some coffee ice cream. She completed her circuit at a small rack of wines. Sharon read the labels and selected a nice Red, changed her mind for something a bit less expensive, then changed her mind again and headed to the checkout stands.

 

Out of about twenty stands there was only one with its light on. A small cow-bell sat on the edge of the conveyor belt. A note attached to the bell read: For cashier, please ring the bell once. Be nice – thanks, Management. Sharon emptied her basket onto the conveyor belt, stored the empty basket under the counter, and rang the bell, just once.

 

A skinny Asian woman with lank, greasy hair and a bad complexion peered over a rack of cereal boxes and gave Sharon a sour look.

 

She picked at her scalp and shouted, “You ready?”

 

Sharon nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

 

The woman took her time, moseying over and wiping her grubby hands on a stained green apron tied over blue jeans and a black polo shirt. She scratched her head with the tip of a dirty finger, flicking at the top of her scalp. Dandruff drifted out of her hair onto her shirt, blending in with a light dusting already clinging to her shoulders. A white nametag pinned to her apron read, Hi. My name is Vang. Vang had a button pinned just below the nametag: This WGL store is proudly employee owned. A big smiley face wrapped completely around the slogan, letting everyone know that Vang was indeed, happy to own her own little part of WGL.

 

Sharon smiled and opened her purse. “Can I have paper instead of plastic?”

 

“You bag yourself.”

 

Sharon blinked. She cocked her head and said, “Um. Excuse me?”

 

Vang glared at Sharon like she was and idiot and pointed down to a bunch of shopping bags at the end of the belts.

 

“You bag yourself,” she repeated.

 

            Vang stepped behind the cash register and typed an access code into the ten-key pad, then flipped the small, swinging flap that separated two conveyor belts. She started to swipe the items under the scanner, one-by-one, beep-beep-beep, and shoved them all onto the conveyor belt on her other side. The belt engaged and scooted everything down to the end of the aisle.

 

             “Oh. Okay.” I get it now. I get to bag everything myself. Swift on the uptake there, lawyer-girl. Sharon took out her wallet, slipped out her credit card and waited for the woman to finish.

 

            Beep-beep-beep.

 

Vang hit the total button on the register, put her hands on her hips. “Thirty-one dollars and ninety-seven cents.”

 

            “Okay.” Sharon tried to swipe her card in the little machine hooked to the lip of the counter, but Vang shook her head.

 

            “No, no, no. We don’t take no credit cards.”

 

            Sharon shook her head, confused. “What?” She pointed to the machine. “But this…”

 

            Vang shook her head again. “That for the food stamp card. They don’ make the paper stamp anymore; they put the money on a card that look like that.” She gestured at Sharon’s credit card and pointed to a large sign hung on the wall by the exit. “Credit company charge us lots of money to use, so the grocery too expensive. Cash or check only. No card.”

 

            Sharon couldn’t help rolling her eyes, but put away her card and opened her wallet. Vang picked at her head and glared at Sharon suspiciously; like a woman dressed nicely in a skirt and high heels (who’d already waited in line and rang a damn cowbell for help!) might suddenly freak out, grab the bottle of wine and make a run for it out into the ice and snow. Sharon pulled out a twenty dollar bill and a five, then dug around deep in her purse and a found a few crumpled singles and exactly ninety-seven cents in change buried at the bottom. She forked the money over.

 

Once the cash was in her hands, Vang dropped most of the coins and had to scrounge around on the floor. When she finally stood up again she counted the money twice before she grunted, opened her till drawer and handed Sharon her receipt.

 

            “You five cents short, but I find later.”

 

            “Thanks,” Sharon said, but Vang had already disappeared, no doubt anxious to sprinkle more of her dandruff all over the cereal boxes.

 

Sharon shook her head and quickly bagged her groceries, using paper instead of plastic. She slung her purse over her shoulder and hoisted the bag, then walked to the wide glass doors. They swooped open for her. A freezing gust of wind swirled her coat-tails around her calves. Sharon’s eyes watered and she blinked as the bitter cold settled over her like a frozen blanket.

 

Great, Sharon thought. Now it’s windy too. The wind peppered Sharon with icy chunks of snow. She slipped on a slick spot on the pavement, turned her ankle, and fell on her ass.

 

“Whouff!” Sharon sat in the middle of the parking strip for a second, with her legs stuck out straight in front of her. She started laughing. “Shit.”

 

Somehow, she’d managed to not drop her bag. Sharon set it down and carefully picked herself and brushed the snow off her butt. She bent over and retrieved her bag of food and trudged around the construction equipment to her car. Sharon hurried around a big white van that blocked the path to her car, her teeth chattering a mile-a-minute. She balanced her groceries on her knee while she searched her bottomless purse for her car keys. They weren’t there. Sharon swore under her breath, patted her coat, and found the keys in a pocket. She grumbled at herself and beeped the alarm.

 

“Thank God for automatic locks,” she mumbled.

 

Sharon opened the trunk and put away her groceries. She shut the trunk and her foot slid out from under her, banging her shin painfully on the bumper. She swore.

 

“Owww…Dang it!”

 

That’s when someone grabbed her by the shoulder and said, “Hey lady? S’cuze me?”

 

Sharon jumped, dropping her purse. She turned and slipped again, catching herself on the hood of her car. Stupid heels. She wondered if she’d forgotten something inside the store. “Wh-what?”

 

A man stood in front of her, bundled up in a heavy parka, a furry hood pulled up over his head. Sharon couldn’t see his face. He didn’t look like an employee.

 

“Sorry, lady. Didn’t mean ta scare ya like that.”

 

The guy just stood there with his hands up, empty, except for what looked like a three-by-five index card. Sharon tried to collect herself, thought of the mace in her purse. She wondered if she could reach it. She caught the purse strap with the heel of her shoe and inched the bag closer. The man didn’t move.

 

“What do you want?”

 

Sharon reached down slowly, watching him, and felt for the purse. She found the strap, picked up the purse, and started backing towards her car door, when he looked at the card in his hand, and asked:

 

“You Sharon Chapman?”

 

That stopped her. She looked at him quizzically.

 

“Yes? How…how do you know my name?”

 

He stepped closer. “And you live at five-oh-one-two Cherry Lane?”

 

“Yes, I… How…how do you know where I live? Who are you?”

 

“Oh, we know a lot about you. We know you have a daughter named Amy Cole who lives in California with her daughter, Jenny, who’s just about to turn thirteen. You don’t want to see them hurt, do you?”

 

Oh, God, thought Sharon. She opened her purse and stuffed her hand inside, trying desperately now to find the canister of mace. What is this? Who is this guy? Her fingers found and closed on a slim plastic cylinder. Yes! She thought. Thank you, God. Thank you...

 

“Stop. Please. I’ve got mace.”

 

The man stopped. “Oh, yeah?”

 

“Who the hell are you?”

 

Sharon pulled out the canister and pointed it.

 

The man laughed.

 

Lipstick.

 

“Shit!”

 

Sharon dropped the lipstick and fumbled with her purse. The man took another step closer. He laughed again, a low rumble. Sharon shivered, not just from the cold.

 

“What do you want? How do you know about my family?”

 

“You’ve got a secret admirer.”

 

“What?”

 

“Welcome to his fantasy, bitch.”

 

The man laughed again and reached for her as Sharon’s groping fingers finally wrapped around the mace. She yanked it out of the bag and dropped her purse, and had the nozzle halfway up when another man, huge and shaped like a mountain, stepped out of the passenger side of the van and wrapped a heavy, muscled arm around her shoulders.

 

“Gotcha, bitch.”

 

 Sharon let out a pitiful squeak as a dirty rag smashed over her face. A cloying, sweet smell filled her nose and her lungs as she took a breath, trying to scream for help, and then the world spun around her. Her vision blurred.

 

Sharon blinked back tears and thought, the snow’s in my eyes. I can’t see. I’m being kidnapped, and I can’t see. Please, someone help me.

 

The mace fell from her nerveless fingers and bounced under the van. Sharon was vaguely aware of the sound of a heavy door sliding open. She heard someone say, “Get her purse and the mace. Take the car back to her house and dump it there. Wipe it down before you leave.”

 

“Right.”

 

“Do it right. You screw this shit up and you’re a dead motherfucker.”

 

“Okey-dokie.”

 

Silence. Sharon’s head began to swim. She was focused on the hand clamped around her mouth, the rag covering her nose.  She remembered an old movie she’d seen once, where someone was kidnapped.

 

Chloroform? Sharon thought wildly. Oh, God. Please, no…

 

She kicked and tried to bite the hand covering her face, but just got another lungful of fumes for her trouble. More dark shapes – people? – gathered around her. Little bright spots started popping in front of her eyes. She heard the jangle of keys.

 

“Fuck, man. Don’t need to look at me like that. I got it.”

 

“I’m serious. Do the shit right.”

 

“I said, I got it, dude. No problem-o.”

 

“Then move it before somebody sees us.”

 

“Nobody gonna see us with all this snow.” Another voice, grumbling.

 

“I said, move it, motherfucker! You fuck this up and I’ll kill you myself.”

 

A car door slammed. Sharon heard an engine start, and felt the hot exhaust on her legs as her car was driven away.

 

Sharon panicked. She couldn’t breathe. She squirmed and twisted, frantically clawing and biting at the hand clamped around her mouth. The man holding her just squeezed her tighter, keeping her locked in place like she was a child. Vaguely, as she drifted on the edge of consciousness, Sharon realized someone was laughing; a deep, awful laugh.

 

“Fucking asswipe.” The arms around her shifted again, and Sharon was turned around. “Help me get this coat off her.”

 

Sharon’s arms were yanked out in front of her, and someone pulled at her sleeves.

 

“What about the gloves?”

 

She was shifted again, and the coat was ripped from her back. Sharon felt the cold bite into her body, enveloping her like a living thing.

 

They took my coat. I want my coat back. It was expensive.

 

“Leave ‘em on ‘till we can tie her up. I don’t want her scratching me.”

 

“Heh. Not yet, anyway, huh?” Grunt. “There. Got it. You want us to just drop it?”

 

“Toss it in the front seat. She won’t need it no more.”

 

“Cool.”

 

Through the haze of the chloroform, Sharon felt strong hands groping her. She tried to struggle, kicking feebly, but she was too weak to break free. Someone pulled at her skirt until it ripped up the back. A hand slid between her thighs and a finger poked at her crotch through the material of her nylons and panties, tearing a hole through, pulling and tearing at the material until her crotch was bare. Someone tore open her blouse and squeezed her breasts, painfully tweaking her nipples through her bra.

 

“You better be filming this shit. This is what he’s payin’ for.”

 

“We’re on.”

 

Oh God…

 

Sharon tried to scream, but only heard a weak, muffled groan escape her lips. She felt the man holding her getting excited, his cock digging into her ass. His breath was warm on her neck.

 

A low whistle. “Damn. She’s not bad for an old bitch, ain’t she?”

 

Sharon mumbled through the rag, “Mmmgrmph.”

 

“Nice legs.”

 

The Mountain rubbed his crotch against Sharon’s ass. It felt like he had a thick steel pole in his pants. “The profile said she runs and plays tennis almost every morning. Athletic.”

 

Profile? That struck a chord. They’ve been watching me.

 

Someone continued to play with her breasts, squeezing her tits like they were kneading bread.

 

Help me, please…

 

“Stop it man. Shit. You’ll have plenty o’ those big old white bitch titties soon enough. Ya’ll ready for this?”

 

“Hell yes.”

 

“Let’s get the show on the road.”

 

Sharon was lifted up. She felt like she was floating.

 

Please, someone, help me…

 

Sharon was pulled into the van. She felt the van list to the side as another person got in, then another, and another. Someone rolled the door shut, pounded the wall of the van and yelled “Drive!” A muffled voice shouted a reply. The engine rumbled when it turned over, and Sharon started to cry as they pulled out of the parking lot. Her eyes burned and the hot tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

 

“Aww, look. She’s cryin’.”

 

A dark face swum in front of her blurry eyes, wearing a black ski mask. The man in the parka. Maybe. Sharon couldn’t tell.

 

“Crying?” The Mountain whispered in her ear. He taunted her. “We gonna give you a lot more to cry ‘bout tonight, bitch. Bet on that.”

 

The big hand clamped on her mouth finally let go. Sharon heard a zipper open, and The Mountain sat down, pulling her roughly onto his lap. He was so big, her head rolled on his chest. She blinked back tears and squirmed in his lap until she felt a huge, warm cock wedged under her ass, throbbing.

 

“P-please, don’t do this. Please let me go.”

 

“Time to give her the pills.”

 

“Got ‘em right here.”

 

The van was freezing. Sharon took a huge breath, trying to calm herself, and let it out slowly; a fine, foggy mist. She took a mental inventory. Her head was pounding and the world around her was blurry and spinning. She felt slightly nauseous. Sharon tried to focus, thought that she might throw up. She glanced around, trying to figure out who had taken her, what their plan was.

 

“Please…what do you want from me?”

 

A chorus of laughter.

 

Sharon looked around, squinting to see in the gloom. The van was easily large enough for the men to stand up straight. Including the man holding her, she counted five…maybe six or seven more? She couldn’t tell. Two of them held compact video cameras pointed right at her, on and recording.

 

The interior of the van was grimy and smelled like vomit and stale cigar smoke. The small light mounted on the roof of the cab barely provided enough light to see. Thick rubber padding had been placed on all the walls and over the doors and ceiling. The floor was carpeted and covered with old cigarette burns. A long seat with torn vinyl covering stretched along the back wall. Strong metal bars spaced at even levels along the walls from the floor to the roof spanned the circumference of the van. 

 

“Hold her arms and spread her legs,” said the Mountain.

 

Two of the men grabbed Sharon by wrists and slapped handcuffs on her, locking them tight enough that she cried out. They locked the free ends of the cuffs to the piping, and then they grabbed her ankles and pulled until she was sitting spread-eagled in the Mountain’s lap.

 

“I…I can give you money. I don’t have a lot, but…”

 

“No cash?” Snort. “Saw the nice, new Beamer you was drivin’, bitch. And the new Jag your partner just bought? Damn if that didn’t set her back a fair chunk. Didn’t you hear me tell you we know all ‘bout you? We’ve seen your bank accounts. We know what kinda investments you got; everythin’. Don’t tell me you got no money.”

 

“Please!” Sharon heard the whine in her voice, and felt ashamed. “I don’t…”

 

Someone slapped her, rocking her head back and to the side. She tasted blood. The men laughed, and another blurry, masked face joined the crowd in front of her. The man pried apart Sharon’s mouth, and her eyes popped open with fear as they stepped closer.

 

“Gggrhagggrrrmmmnn!”

 

Sharon kicked and struggled as the parka man stuffed two light blue pills down her throat. He smashed her mouth shut, keeping her jaw locked tight and pinched her nose closed. He massaged her throat until Sharon choked and swallowed.

 

“Damn, bitch. Cut it out. Shit ain’t gonna hurt you.” He held her firmly against him as she kicked and twisted and thrashed. Fresh tears spilled down her face and snot ran down her nose as the men finally stepped back.

 

“Wh-what were those?” Sharon croaked. She tried to look over her shoulder at the Mountain. He smiled wickedly down at her through a panty-hose mask.

 

“Somethin’ to help make your night more…fun.”

 

“Unnngh.” A moan came from the front of the van.

 

“Sounds like your friends are finally waking up.”

 

“My friends…” Sharon stared at the vague shapes covered with an old blanket, lying on the floor of the van. One of the men yanked the blanket away, and stepped back so she could see.

 

“Oh, my God.” She gasped.

 

“Hand me that lube, yo’.”

 

The mountain wrapped his hands around Sharon’s waist and lifted her up, shifting his hips underneath her. She felt his cock slip down along the crack of her ass.

 

“Hold her a sec.”

 

Strong hands held Sharon suspended above the seat, her arms and legs spread wide. She heard the wet sound of liquid being squirted from a tube, and then slurping, like lotion being rubbed on someone’s hands.

 

“All right. I got her.”

 

The Mountain wrapped slick hands around her waist again, staining her white, silk blouse.

 

“Let’s party.”

 

The thick tip of his cock wedged between her butt cheeks. Sharon screamed and tried to fight, kicking and jerking. She bled as the handcuffs bit into her wrists, scraping the soft flesh from her arms. The men held her ankles tight as she screamed and thrashed around. The Mountain squeezed her waist, holding her hips securely in place, digging his powerful fingers into her belly until she could barely breathe.

 

“Get her feet up off the floor.”

 

Sharon’s legs were pulled straight out and spread wide, exposing her pink cunt through the gaping hole in her torn nylons and panties. The men who weren’t holding her were quickly stripping off their clothes. They kept their masks on. The man who had been wearing the parka climbed up onto the seat next to Sharon, grabbed her by the hair and bent her head back. He shoved a small metal ring into her mouth and wedged it behind her teeth, propping her mouth wide open. He held her head bent towards him while he began to masturbate, rubbing his cock on her face, over her lips. Another man pushed between her trembling legs, his heavy, purple cock dangling almost halfway down his thighs. He ripped away the remains of her skirt, grabbed the bottle of lubricant and oiled up. Underneath her, the Mountain shifted his hips, pushing the tip of his penis further up into her asshole.

 

“The other bitches are waking up.”

 

The Mountain laughed. “Good. Fuck them, too, and tape it all.”

 

Sharon screamed again as he dropped her, when his huge dick punched into her clenched sphincter. Her screams were cut short as the other men took their cues, forcing their cocks into her open mouth and her unprotected pussy. Then the drugs kicked in, and it was all she could do to breathe as the men pummeled her body. Sharon barely noticed a new set of screams as the other men fell on the women lying on the floor of the truck.

 

***

 

Anne Laird’s day started badly, with a phone call from Michelle at the office at seven a.m. “I’m sleeping, goddamnit.” she grumbled.

 

“Sorry to wake you, Anne, but we’ve got a problem with the phones and the computers again. I can’t reach Sharon, at home or on her cell. She’s probably at the fucking tennis courts. Can you come down here?”

 

“Shit.” She curled deeper into her covers. “Just call someone and have it fixed.”

 

“I already have somebody here, but I don’t know anything about this ancient, crappy phone system you two had installed. The repair guy needs to talk to one of you; and neither Debbie or I are authorized to sign off for the bill, anyway.”

 

“Oh crap.” Anne rolled over and rubbed her eyes. “Some partner.”

 

Michelle laughed. “Your rules, not mine.” She paused. “Anne, right now we can’t take any calls, and the computers won’t even boot up. It’s important, or I wouldn’t have called.”

 

“I know. I know.” Yawn. “Well, I’m up now. Let me grab a quick shower, and I’ll be there in half-an-hour. Can you get them started, at least? Show them where everything is?”

 

“Sure.”

 

Anne rubbed her forehead, thinking. “You know what?”

 

“What’s that?”

 

“Remember, a while back, Sharon and I had some problems with our laptops, and you fixed them for us? Sharon told me that her phones at home were acting up, making weird sounds when she’d get calls. Mine have been weird now and then, too.”

 

Anne paused, working up to her question, wondering if she was going to sound like the dumb, middle-aged, techno-ignorant bimbo she really was. Michelle was a whiz with all this electronic stuff. It was one of the reasons Sharon had hired her; on top of her outstanding school transcripts, a great interview and a few well-placed job references.

 

Anne and Sharon had brought Michelle into their little family for some new blood; to help kick-start the office, and drag the firm along into the new millennium. Anne didn’t know squat about computers; she could barely turn hers on. But she really didn’t want Michelle to know that.

 

Anne hated to admit it, but the woman intimidated her. She seemed to be able to do just about anything she put her mind to. At just shy of thirty, Michelle was already a better attorney than Anne could ever hope to be. Anne knew it, and she knew Michelle knew it too. Sometimes she wondered if Sharon noticed too. She hoped not, but lately Sharon had been so impatient and short-tempered around her, when she wasn’t just ignoring her…

 

“Do you think we’ve got a virus in the computer system, or something like that?”

 

“Um.” Michelle paused. Anne heard a muffled male voice, and a rattling on the other end. “Anne, excuse me.”

 

More muffled conversation, like Michelle had put her hand over the phone. In her mind, Anne pictured Michelle laughing at her, along with the receptionist, Debbie, and the repair guys. But when she came back on the line, her voice was calm.

 

“Sorry, the guy had a question.” Michelle cleared her throat and said, “I don’t see how. I mean, maybe, maybe there’s a virus in the computers, but that shouldn’t affect the phones. Not at your houses, at least. Besides, that was months ago.”

 

“Oh. Okay. Just a thought. But they’re hooked up together at the office, right?”

 

Silence. Anne could almost hear Michelle frowning over the phone. “Huh. Yeah. You’re right. I’ll ask the guy about it.”

 

“Good. Be there in a bit.” Wow. Maybe she wasn’t so dumb after all. Score one for the old broad. Anne almost broke the connection, but then, “Hey, Michelle?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“How are you talking to me if the phones are down?”

 

“Um, I’m on my cell, Anne.” This time there was no mistaking the laughter. “Go get some coffee on your way in. You sound a little groggy.”

 

“Oh. Right. Called on your cell phone. Sure.”

 

Shit. Anne stuck the receiver back in its base and rolled out of bed, feeling like a fool.

 

How the hell did you ever get out of law school?

 

She shivered and looked at her warm, rumpled covers with a kind of wistful longing that she didn’t even feel for sex or chocolate. She sighed.

 

“Later.” She patted the mattress. “I’ll be back, and we can snuggle later. Okay?”

 

No one answered. The norm, as of late.

 

Why aren’t you here with me, Sharon? What did I do?

 

Anne stood and stretched, her old joints popping, and peeled off her silk nightie. She dropped the black nightgown onto the bed, sighed again, and padded naked into the bathroom to take a shower.

 

***

 

Exactly forty minutes and a hot mocha later, Anne pulled into the parking lot of their office building. She parked next to a large utility van that she figured belonged to the phone guys, grabbed her purse and locked her car. Anne looked at the sky, frowning. The guy on the radio said it was supposed to be sunny out and warming up. But it was getting colder, and overcast.

 

“Should of worn a suit.” Anne mumbled. She sipped her mocha as she breezed into the office, her light skirt twirling around her thighs.

 

“Hey everybody.” Anne gave everyone her best, aren’t-you-impressed-by-me smile. The one that dazzled in court. “Everything fixed yet?”

 

Debbie was half-sitting, half-leaning on the edge of her desk, with her legs crossed and her hands folded demurely over her knee, twirling her shoe in a slow circle with the tips of her toes. Her tight pleated skirt was hiked up high enough to give a good view of the inside of her thighs, and her filmy white blouse was unbuttoned to the top of her bra, showing off her ample cleavage.

 

She was busy flirting with a cute young black guy in jeans and a sweatshirt, with a heavy tool belt slung around his hips. The guy was scribbling notes on a clipboard and sneaking glances down Debbie’s blouse.

 

Shameless hussy.

 

Debbie winked, and Anne grinned at her boss as she stepped behind the desk. Another guy was hidden under Debbie’s desk, with his ass up in the air and his pants creeping down past his hairy butt-crack, mumbling something about the Goddamn phone cords. Michelle stepped out of Sharon’s office, beautiful and regal and perfect as always.

 

How does she do it? Anne groaned inwardly. Not even a quarter to eight in the morning, and she looks like she just walked off the set of some photo shoot for hot, sexy young lawyers.

 

Michelle was followed by another, huge black man carrying another clipboard tucked under his armpit. A patch sewn on his work shirt read Malcolm. He tapped a pen on the side of the clipboard, and had to duck his head to get under the door frame. It sounded like they were discussing the computers.

 

Ever the good receptionist, Debbie cleared her throat and stated the obvious.

 

“Hey Michelle? Annie’s here.”

 

“Oh. Finally.” Michelle gestured for her. “Anne, this is going to take a while.” She waved at the man with the clipboard, who walked over. “Guys, this is Anne Laird, one of the senior partners.”

 

The big, big man smiled down at Anne.

 

“Mrs. Laird.” He checked his clipboard then tucked it under his arm, taking the other clipboard from the man who’d been flirting with Debbie. “We’re gonna have to shut down all the equipment for a bit and run some diagnostics on your phone systems. We’ll get to the computers afterwards. Miss Roberts and Miss Jensen informed me that you can take care of most of your business today using your cell phones. Is that right?”

 

“Oh, um, Miss Laird, please.” Anne’s smile faded. “Is it really going to take that long?”

 

“We’ll be as fast as we can.” He shrugged. “But it takes as long as it takes. You know?”

 

“I suppose so.”

 

“Cool.” He handed her the pair of clipboards. “Sign here and here for me, and we’ll get started. We’ll need your signature again when we finish, too.”

 

“Oh. Okay.” Anne took his pen and signed where he pointed. “I’ve got a meeting at three this afternoon and I won’t be back in the office until Tuesday. What if you don’t finish by then?”

 

“I guess we can get your partner to sign for the bill.”

 

“All right.” Anna turned to Michelle. “Did you get in touch with Sharon, then? Will she be in?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” Michelle nodded. “She was at the club, like always. She had her phone in her locker; she called back a little while ago. She’s meeting a new client this morning, but she’ll be in by one or so.”

 

“Okay.” Anne flashed the smile again and handed back the clipboard. “Well. I guess I’ll go get ready for my meeting. Let us know if you need anything.”

 

“You got it. Can you show me where your phone lines enter the building?”

 

Anne and Michelle exchanged glances. Anne shrugged. She had no idea. “Right this way.” Michelle said, and took the repairmen back into the storage room.

 

***

 

            At noon, Michelle knocked on Anne’s office door. She was carrying a huge bouquet of flowers and a tiny pink envelope.

 

            “Anne? These came for you.”

 

            She gave Anne a shit-eating grin and put the flowers on her desk. Anne stared at them.

 

            “Omigosh! Who…” She looked at Michelle. “Who are they from?”

 

            “I don’t know. Debbie just went to lunch, so I signed for them.” Michelle passed her the card. “You tell me.”

 

            Flowers? For me? Anne took the envelope with shaking hands. She slit the seal open with her fingernail and pulled out a small, plain card. Anne dropped the envelope in her trashcan and opened the card. She broke into a wide, silly grin.

 

            “What?” Michelle looked like she wanted to pop. “What does it say?”

 

            Anne handed her the card. It was blank on the outside, but there were words printed under the fold: You have a secret admirer. Welcome to the fantasy.

 

            Michelle read the card and grinned at Anne.

 

“A secret admirer? You little devil, you.” Then she turned it over and read it again. Michelle scowled. “What does welcome to the fantasy mean?”

 

            “No idea.” Anne shrugged and sniffed the flowers. They were beautiful.

 

Michelle handed her back the card and put her hands on her hips. “So?”

 

            Anne grinned at her. “So what?”

 

            Michelle nodded at the flowers. “Who is it?”

 

            Sharon. A warm burst of joy flowered in Anne’s chest. My Sharon sent me flowers. But she replied, “No idea.”

 

            “Oh, c’mon Anne. Real guys don’t just send flowers out of the blue. That only happens in cheesy movies. Give it up. Who are you seeing, that you haven’t told any of us about?”

 

            Anne blushed. “Nobody. Really. This is a huge surprise.”

 

            “Yeah. Sure it is. Come on, Annie. You can tell me.”

 

            “Seriously. Nobody.”

 

            Michelle studied her. “Ahh. I know. You wouldn’t be going to see this secret admirer at a ‘meeting’ this afternoon, would you?” Michelle made quotation marks in the air with her fingers when she said meeting.

 

            Anne laughed. “Well, now that you’ve figured it out…yeah. I’ll fess up. You’re right. Little old Mr. Rodriguez is really my secret love.”

 

            “Yuck it up, babe.”

 

Michelle grinned and stepped out into the hall, then turned on her heel and peeked back through the door.

 

“But I’ll be watching you like a hawk.”

 

            Michelle waggled her finger at Anne, and left. Anne took a long stemmed rose from the vase and sat down in her chair, grinning like a fool. She tickled her nose with the soft, red petals, enjoying the sweet fragrance of the flower.

 

            My secret admirer. Sharon, you silly thing. Anne hummed a silly little tune under her breath. My secret admirer. Welcome to the fan-ta-see.

 

            Anne brushed the flower back and forth under her chin, crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair. On her desk, all the phone lines blinked on once, then went out completely. Lost in her own little fantasy, Anne never noticed.

 

***

           

            A bit after two, Anne realized she’d been daydreaming for way to long, put the flowers on top of her file cabinet and decided to get back to work. Her meeting with the Rodriguez family was in about an hour, and she hadn’t prepped at all.

 

Dammit, Annie. Get a grip. You’re acting like you’re a kid.

 

She pried herself back to reality, packed up her notes and locked her briefcase. She looked at her computer, then remembered that the repair guys had everything turned off. They’d left for lunch an hour ago, and were still gone.

 

            Figures.

 

Anne picked up her flowers and the briefcase, and turned off the office lights. Sharon still hadn’t come in yet. Debbie was sitting at her desk, busy reading a woman’s magazine. On the cover, an attractive, fifty-ish woman, happy and barefoot and dressed in a turtleneck and rolled up khaki pants, cavorted alone on the beach. Good thing it’s been a slow day. Debbie smiled at the flowers and put down the magazine.

 

“Nice to see you’re earning your keep.”

 

            Debbie snorted. “Look at you, Lover Girl.” She gave Anne the once-over. “You, swishin’ into the office in your little skirt, workin’ your bad self. I saw you smile at that little boy I was flirting with this morning.” She sighed theatrically. “You hot, rich older women catch all the guys.”

 

            “Rii-ght. That’s me. Next, I’ll be posing for a girlie magazine.”

 

            “Jeez. Don’t let Sharon catch you saying that.”

 

            “Sharon the Man Hater, I know,” giggled Anne. “It’s all an act.”

 

“Annie, If she was any tighter, she’d pop.”

 

“Seriously, Deb. You know Sharon would be the first one of us to rip off her clothes if some hunk asked her out.”

 

“You think she wears baggy boxes under her business suits?” Debbie asked. They both laughed. Debbie wiped her eyes. “I’m not very nice, am I?”

 

“Evil as all get-out. Makes me wonder what the two of you say about me when I’m not around.” Anne leaned further over the desk and lowered her voice. “And by the way, I did notice you flirting with that boy this morning.”

 

Debbie made a ‘fsst’ sound. “I was not.”

 

“Hon, you were showing so much cleavage, you were ready to pop out of that blouse.” Anne grinned. “He was sweating so much, I’m surprised he didn’t stain your blouse.”

 

Debbie blushed. “He was cute.”

 

“Mm-hmm,” Anne agreed. “If he comes back, are you gonna sneak into the back room with him?”

 

“Annie! I wouldn’t!” Debbie faked a shocked look, then giggled. “Not during business hours, anyway.”

 

They both laughed again, then Anne asked, “Hey, is Michelle gone for the afternoon?”

 

“I don’t think so, but she said she was going to run some errands.”

 

            “Are the repair guys coming back?”

 

            “They said so.”

 

            “Will you make sure Sharon knows about all that’s going on, and that they need her to sign the invoice?”

 

            “Sure.”

 

            “Okay.” Anne smiled again and glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Well, I’ve got to go. Have a good holiday, Deb.”

 

            “You too, Annie. Thanks again for the card and the bonus.”

 

“Anytime. See you in a week.”

 

Annie picked up her stuff again. The young phone guy opened the door just as she was starting to leave. Debbie turned a bright shade of red, and grinned.

 

“Careful in the back room.” She smiled at the man, then to Debbie, whispered, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

 

***

 

            Debbie watched Annie walk out to her car. Annie gave the young hottie that big, toothy, thousand-megawatt smile of hers, and then Debbie watched him stare at Annie’s ass swooshing while he held the door for her. She gritted her teeth.

 

            Damn tan, skinny, fake-boob, face-lifted bitch. Debbie undid another button on her blouse. Beat this, Annie, she thought, and tried her own smile.

 

            “Hey,” he said, buckling his tool belt back on.

 

            “Hey yourself.” Debbie leaned to her side, trying to look past him. “Where is everybody.”

 

            “Huh? Oh. They had, uh, another call. An emergency. I guess they thought I could handle everything here okay myself.”

 

            “I bet you can.”

 

Debbie wiggled in her chair, bunching her boobs together. The guy smiled at her and walked right by her into the backroom. Debbie watched him go, open-mouthed. He’d just ignored her best shot. Annie’s voice came back to her. Are you going to sneak into the back room with him?

 

            “Oh, hell.”

 

            Debbie stood and stepped quietly to the door. She peered through the front window and checked the parking lot. All clear except for the service van.

 

Annie, I wouldn’t! Not during business hours, anyway.

 

Debbie took a deep breath, crossed herself, and stepped into the back.

 

***

 

            The kid was holding what looked like a big, orange toy phone to his ear. He was at the phone box, poking at wires. The room was cold. Debbie grabbed a heavy porcelain coffee mug from the dish rack and poured herself a stiff cup of black coffee. She turned and lounged against the counter, watching him and sipping her drink. He finished with the toy phone and hung it back on his belt.

 

            “Would you like a cup?” She offered.

 

            “Coffee?”

 

Debbie nodded, and he shook his head.

 

“Oh, no. Thanks.” He gave her a toothy grin. “I’ve got enough mocha on my outside without putting any more inside. If you know what I’m sayin’.”

 

            Debbie smiled. He went back to his box. She shuffled her feet, wondering what to say now.

 

            “I, uh, I noticed you looking at my boss when she left.”

 

            The guy blinked at her. “She’s fine.” He shrugged. “For an older bitch. Just couldn’t help m’self. You know?”

 

            “You were staring at her butt.” Oh, gawd. Did she just really say that?

 

            The guy blinked again, but smiled. “Yeah, well. She got a nice one. Not too big or round, you know, but juicy. Looked damn fine in that little skirt she was wearin’.” He gave Debbie a weird look. “She got some perky titties and some nice legs on her, too.”

 

            “Really?” Debbie was dumbfounded. She was talking to this stranger about her boss’s ass. “You think so?”

 

            “Yeah. Well, you know. Really, she’s kinda skinny for my taste.” He waggled his eyebrows at Debbie and moved his gaze slowly over her body. “I like an ass that if you slap it, it’ll slap you right back. You know what I’m sayin’? Like yours.”

 

            Debbie gaped at him, her mouth in a wide ‘O’. “Like…mine?”

 

            He smiled and stepped close enough that Debbie had to crane her neck back to see his face.

 

“Yeah.” He took the mug out of her hands and set it on the counter, then put his hands on her hips. “Like yours.”

 

“Oh.” She said. Her whole body started to tingle when he touched her. “Oh. Okay.”

 

They stood like that for a second, and then he pulled her close to him. Debbie pressed her hands on his chest. She was having trouble breathing, and she felt a little dizzy.

 

“Um,” she said, and he kissed her, gently pushing his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like mint. Debbie’s eyes shot open and she almost pushed him away.

 

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

 

Debbie heard a low growl come from deep within her throat. She threw her arms around his neck and began sucking desperately on his tongue. He pulled her closer, and she felt his cock dig into her belly. His hands cupped her ass, then came up and pulled open her blouse, popping buttons all the way down to her waist. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. Debbie backed up a bit, breathless, her chest heaving.

 

“Hey, we shouldn’t…”

 

“Shouldn’t what?”

 

“You…you know.”

 

“No. What?”

 

Debbie didn’t know what to do. He had her pinned her up against the counter. Her skirt had rucked up around her thighs, and he’d pushed his hips between her slightly spread legs.

 

She was already wet.

 

“I…I don’t even know your name. I…”

 

“I’m Willy.” Willy pointed down at his crotch. “And this here is little Willy.”

 

Debbie looked down, and stared at the huge bulge poking out of his pants.

 

“Oh.” She said.

 

Willy followed her gaze, and smiled. “You like that? Here.” He took her hand and guided it down, made her cup him. “Take it out, if you want to meet it. Go on.”

 

She grinned weakly. “It’s, uh, not so little, is it?”

 

He put his hands on Debbie’s shoulders and pushed her down, until she was kneeling with her head level with his crotch. “Go on girl, it won’t bite ya.”

 

She took a deep, long breath, and let it out with a whoosh. Oh God, she whispered to herself, and unzipped his pants. She licked her lips, then reached in and pulled him out.

 

“Oh. My.”

 

Debbie held his penis in her hands and stared. It was enormous. She’d seen a horse’s cock once, when she was little. That was the only comparison she could make with the chunk of meat throbbing in her hand. ‘Little Willy’ was thick as her wrist, and easily as long as her forearm. It was a dark brown, with a pink underside were it had been circumcised.

 

“Oh, yeah, baby. Little Willy likes you old white ladies just fine.” He cupped the back of her head. “Go on, girl. Give him a kiss.” Willy laughed. “You do, he’ll love you forever.”

 

Debbie swallowed hard. She looked up. Willy smiled down at her, stroking her hair.

 

Oh God. What am I doing?

 

Debbie squeezed her eyes shut, and opened her mouth wide.

 

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

 

Willy pushed with his hips. The head of his cock slipped into her mouth, filling it completely. It was hot and pulsing, and she licked it. Willy used her ears as handles and pulled her face closer. Debbie gagged as he slid further in, pushing himself down her throat. Her jaw cracked loudly, and then Willy was talking to her.

 

“That’s a good white bitch. Suck the big, black, donkey dick. That’s right, baby.” He worked himself slowly into her mouth, in-and-out, in-and-out. Ropes of spit oozed out of her mouth and dripped down her chin as he fucked her face. “Oh, yeah. You like it like that, baby? You like suckin’ that big, black cock?”

 

Debbie felt herself getting hot. Willy pushed himself all the way into her mouth and held her face against his pubes. She couldn’t breathe. He used her ears and wiggled her face against him. Debbie’s hands shoved at his hips, but he held her tightly in place.

 

“Oh, fuck. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Hell, yes.”

 

“Mmm-mmm-mmm!” Debbie started to jerk, trying to get air, and he eased up for a second, then started pumping her face, hard and fast. His balls smacked into her chin as he fucked her. “MMM-MMM-MMM!”

 

“C’mon bitch. I wanna see you play with yourself while I fuck your face.” Slap-slap-slap. “Do it. Rub that pink fucking pussy. C’mon.”

 

Debbie groped for the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up around her waist. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her pantyhose and into her panties, past her thatch of pubic hair, and found her pussy.

 

Slap-slap-slap. “Shove those fingers in your snatch, bitch.”

 

Debbie did what she was told, first one finger, then two, then three. She shoved them inside herself in time with his thrusts.

 

“AwwHooo.” Willy stopped suddenly, and pulled out of her mouth with a jerk. “Awright. Time to cum in the white bitch’s pussy.”

 

Debbie was gasping for air. Willy picked Debbie up easily and bent her over the counter, pushing her head into the sink. He shoved her skirt back up over her ass, then unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He grabbed a handful of Debbie’s nylons and panties, and ripped. She was getting scared.

 

“Oh shit, please...Willy, be careful…”

 

“Shut the hell up.” He spanked her ass, leaving a red, hand-shaped mark on her butt-cheek. He smacked his dick on her butt, stuck the tip between her legs, and wiggled his hips in a circle until the head of his dick lodged in her pussy.

 

“Willy, please…”

 

“Here we go, bitch, ready or not!”

 

Willy rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, all the way in, smacking her ass with his belly as he pierced her; like a hot, thick needle punching into her cunt.

 

Debbie screamed.

 

And then she came.

 

Just like that.

 

Willy bent over her and wrapped his arms around her. His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples through her bra. He pulled her blouse open all the way down to her waist and yanked on her hair while he fucked her. Her legs turned weak and wobbly. Debbie thought the only thing keeping her up was his dick shoved a foot deep in her cunt. He never stopped talking while he fucked her.

 

“That’s a good, tight snatch, white bitch.”

 

“I’m gonna spooge right into your old pussy.”

 

“After this, I’m fittin’ ta bust a nut in your fat ass, too, ya old bitch.”

 

Debbie came again. Willy pulled out and forced himself into her ass, whispering awful, nasty things to her the whole time. He fingered her pussy and her clit.

 

Debbie screamed again as he punched into her rectum.

 

“Move, Goddammit!”

 

He smacked her butt, pushing and pulling her by ass, making her work. Debbie moaned and ground her ass against him in a slow circle. Her ass muscles began to relax, letting him slip further inside.

 

“That’s right baby.”

 

Smack.

 

“Uh. Right there.”

 

Smack.

 

“Harder. C’mon, bitch. Faster.”

 

Smack.

 

And she came. Again.

 

And again.

 

It took Willy almost another half hour to ‘bust his nut.’

 

By then, he had Debbie on the floor with her face buried into the carpet, begging for him to cum inside her. He was grinding his dick painfully around in her ass, and when he finally came, he squeezed her breasts until they hurt. He let out a loud groan, jerked a few times, and then shoved her roughly off his cock and fell back against the counter.

 

They stayed like that, breathing hard, until they heard the office door open, and Sharon’s voice.

 

“Hello? Anyone here?”

 

Panic. Debbie picked herself up off the floor and stumbled to the doorway, trying to button up her blouse and smooth back her hair. She peeked around the corner. “Uh, Hi. I’m back here, Sharon. Just, uh, I’m, umm, making some fresh coffee.”

 

Sharon was already heading down the hall to her office. She barely glanced over at Debbie. “That sounds fantastic. Will you bring me a cup?”

 

“Uh, sure. Okay. Eeoowp!” Debbie jumped. Willy was grinning up at her. He’d inched over to her and slid his hand back up her skirt. She smacked his hand away and whispered, “Knock it off!”

 

Sharon looked back from her door. “What?”

 

Debbie smiled. “Hmn? Oh, nothing.”

 

Sharon nodded and stepped into her office. Debbie started to shake. Willy played with his cock, still slick with her juice.

 

“Oh, God. That was close.” She poured a cup of coffee into Sharon’s favorite mug. “Will you put that thing away? My God. My boss is here.”

 

“Why?” Willy stood up and let his cock hang. “Heh-heh. Maybe she’ll want a bite outta little Willy, too. I got more’n enough dark meat to split between two horny old white ‘ho’s.”

 

Debbie stared at him for a second, and then shook her head. She smoothed out her rumpled skirt and looked at herself in the mirror.

 

“Oh. Oh, no.”

 

She was a mess. Debbie groaned and tried to fix her hair again, then gave up and let it hang down to her shoulders. She noticed that she’d buttoned her blouse wrong, and it was wet from her saliva.

 

“Oh, shit.”

 

Debbie ran some cold water on a towel and frantically patted her red, sweaty face, then fixed her blouse and gave herself another once-over.

 

Better, she sighed. A bit.

 

She looked at Willy, who had moved to a chair, lounging at the break table.

 

“Don’t forget to get her to okay the work.” He flopped his dick at her. “Then why don’t you come back here for some sloppy seconds?”

 

“Don’t you know when to quit?” Exasperated.

 

“Don’t need no attitude from you, bitch. You don’t get her signature, I’ll just leave now.”

 

Debbie rolled her eyes. “Oh, Jesus. Fine.”

 

Debbie took the coffee and spun out of the room, grabbing the clipboard with all the paperwork as she stormed by her desk. She muttered to herself on the way down the hall, and found Sharon seated at her desk, scanning through a ream of legal documents. She’d taken off her coat and hung it on the coat rack, and her purse was on the leather couch next to her desk. She’d turned on the heat in her office; hot air gushed into the room from the floor vents.

 

“Cold outside?” Sharon didn’t answer. Debbie put on a smile, set the coffee on Sharon’s desk, and tried to ignore the warm air blowing up her skirt. “Sharon?”

 

“Mm?” Sharon didn’t look up.

 

“Uh, The service paperwork needs your signature.”

 

Sharon nodded and uncapped a pen. Debbie handed her the clipboard. Sharon signed, handed it back, and never looked away from her work.

 

“Thanks.”

 

“Mm.”

 

“Okay, then. Enjoy the coffee. I’ll let you get back to work.”

 

“Mm.”

 

Debbie backed out of the room. She knew this Sharon mood. She must be working on a new hardship case. Debbie had a feeling that Sharon would sit at her desk until the sun came up, unless there was an earthquake or she needed to pee. She doubted that the coffee would even get touched.

 

She carried the clipboard back to the break room. Willy was still in the chair, talking on his big orange phone, and his dick was still hanging out of his pants.

 

“Hey, hold on a sec, man. The bitch is back.”

 

Debbie stared at him.

 

“Thought you were gonna bring me dessert.”

 

She shook her head and marched over, tossing the clipboard onto the table. Willy looked at it, shuffled through the papers. He put the phone back to his ear, wiggled his eyebrows at Debbie, and gestured to his cock. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. He grinned.

 

“Hey, ‘yo. Signed and delivered, man.” He listened. “Yep.” Debbie turned to go, but he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. “Hey! We ain’t done yet.”

 

“Oww.”

 

Debbie tried to pull away, but Willy yanked her down to her knees and pulled her between his legs. His dick was already snaking up towards his belly.

 

“She’s right here. Yeah.” He chuckled into the phone. “Yep. She sucks a mean dick, man.” He put the phone on his shoulder and grabbed her by the hair again. “C’mon, bitch. I’m getting’ horny again. Open that sexy goddamn mouth and suck me off.”

 

Debbie’s face turned a deep shade of red. He wants me to blow him while he’s talking about me to someone on the fucking phone.

 

“But, Sharon, my boss…” The tip of his dick hovered around at her lips, twitching. “She’s just in the other room. What…what if she comes in?”

 

“Shit. I said, if she wants some, there be plenty for her too.” Willy cupped the back of her head with his free hand. “Now c’mon, bitch. I’m on the fuckin’ phone, and this shit’s important.”

 

His penis twitched erect, and the tip of his cock brushed her face. Debbie wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and smiled. “My name’s Debbie.”

 

“Yeah. Right. Debbie.” He yanked her hair impatiently. “C’mon, Debbie.”

 

Debbie swallowed him with a sigh, her pussy wet and waiting for him. When did I turn into such a slut? She wondered.

 

“About fuckin’ time. Shee-it.”

 

Sharon never left her office, and didn’t bother them at all.

 

***

 

            At half-past five, Debbie peeked back into Sharon’s office and cleared her throat.

 

            “Hey. It’s closing time.”

 

            “Oh.” Sharon looked at the clock, surprised, and leaned her chair back. “Okay. You go ahead. I’m going to stay late tonight. Lock up?”

 

            “Sure. Anything else”

 

            “Did everything get fixed okay?”

 

            “Uh-huh. I guess so.” Debbie grinned. “I’ve gotta go catch my bus. Drive careful on your way home. It’s supposed to get nasty tonight. It’s already really cold out.”

 

            “Okay. You have a good night.”

 

            “See you next week. Happy holidays.”

 

            Debbie left Sharon at her desk. She rubbed at her jaw as she walked back to the lobby. Her legs felt unsteady, and her crotch ached, but she was smiling like a fool. She couldn’t help it. Debbie put on her coat and grabbed her bag, then punched in her alarm code for the front doors, unlocked them and stepped outside. It was already dark out, and cold. Willy was there, smoking a tiny cigar and leaning against his work van. He grinned when he saw her.

 

            “What are you still doing here?” She locked the doors behind her.

 

            “Waitin’ for you.”

 

            “Jeez.” Debbie dropped her keys in her bag. “Uh, look. Today was really…fun. But right now, I need to catch my bus.” She shivered. “God. It’s freezing out here.”

 

            “Why don’t I give you a lift? I got the van right here, already warmed up and everything.”

 

            “Huh.” Debbie crossed her arms and stared at him, tapping her toe on the pavement. A snowflake drifted past her nose, and she made her decision. “Oh. Fine.”

 

            “Don’t say thanks or nuthin’.”

 

            He held out his arm for her, and Debbie broke into a grin.

 

            “Here, c’mon ‘round this side. We gotta get in through the sliding door.”

 

            “Okay.’

 

            Debbie smiled at Willy as they walked around the van.

 

            “So, did you mean all that stuff you talked while we, uh, y’know…”

 

            “You mean, the ‘bitch’ this, and ‘bitch’ that, ‘suck my fucking dick you old cunt’, all that sorta stuff?”

 

            “Yeah. Is that just…I don’t know…kinky for you?” She looked at the ground, and another snowflake plopped on the tip of her nose. “I mean, it sorta turned me on. Well, it really turned me on. But…”

 

Willy stopped and unlatched the van door. He slid the door open. “Yeah, bitch.” His eyes had gone cold and hard. “I did.” He blew a puff of smoke into her face. Debbie coughed, and waved the smoke away.

 

She froze. “What…?”

 

Three big men wearing masks were in the van, waiting. One of the men had a video camera. Willy grinned down at her. “I meant every goddamn fucking word.”

 

Someone grabbed her from behind, and a huge, powerful hand clamped around her face and pressed a smelly rag hard over her mouth and nose. Debbie got a big whiff of chemicals, and her eyes watered and her head swam. She was picked up and shoved into the waiting arms of the masked men, who threw her onto the vans dirty floor.

 

“Have fun, bitch.”

 

Willy slammed the door, muffling Debbie’s screams as the men began ripping off her clothes.

 

***

 

            Anne’s meeting ran later than she expected, and when she was finally able to sneak out of the courthouse, snow had started to fall. Her stomach rumbled. For dinner, Anne had only been able to scarf a handful of potato chips that she’d bought from a vending machine, and now she was absolutely starving.

 

Food. Must eat food. She giggled. Zombie Annie.

 

Anne crossed the street at the light, then she jaywalked and cut diagonally through two lanes of backed-up traffic on the next street over to get to the parking structure where she’d left her car.

 

I’m breakin’ the law.

 

Always the rebel. She dodged around a few more cars stuck in the rush hour sprawl, causing a more than a few angry drivers to honk their horns. One fat guy with a grubby baseball cap was moved enough to roll his window down and scream something really nasty about the female gender.

 

            Sharon would’ve gone over to the truck and read the a-hole his rights.

 

Not Anne.

 

She sweetly flipped him off and took the elevator up to her car without a word. She shared the elevator with a bum who had passed out, snoring in a puddle of urine. A flood of vomit stained the front his t-shirt. Anne wasn’t all that sure that either the pee or the barf was his. Probably, but you never know. She wrinkled her nose at the smell, stared up at the floor numbers and ignored him, feeling guilty. 

 

            The smell followed her out of the elevator. When she got in her car, Anne opened all the windows as far as they’d go, turned the heater to fan and cranked it up high. She sat for a minute, then drove halfway home in the freezing cold before rolling the windows up. She could still smell the bum. Anne lifted her arm and sniffed the sleeve of her coat.

 

            “Oh! Pee-heeuw! She made a face. “Gotta do my dry-cleaning.” She rubbed her nose. The smell had absorbed into her clothes. “First thing Monday morning.”

 

At home, Anne turned into the driveway she shared with her neighbors, the Laddingtons. The driveway split at the back of their houses and led to separate detached garages. A white van was parked in their side of the driveway, quiet.

 

Huh. That’s new.

 

She eased her car past the back corner of the van. It was a tight squeeze, and she tried to be extra careful not to scrape her side mirror. The security flood light mounted on the side of her house flared on, bathing her car in a bright yellow light. Anne used the light to find her remote and opened her garage door. She stuck the remote back in her console and drove into the garage, letting the door close automatically behind her.

 

Anne turned off the ignition, grabbed her keys, her briefcase and her bouquet, and let herself out of the garage through the side door. Across the driveway, the Laddingtons house was dark and empty, except for one light on in their living room.

 

Where did they go for Christmas this year?

 

Anne tried to remember as she unlocked her back door and let herself in. The Laddington’s had asked her to watch the house and feed their cats while they were gone, like always.

 

Was it Rio? She couldn’t remember. Some good neighbor.

 

Anne flicked on the lights and stepped into her kitchen.

 

She carefully set the flowers down and dropped her briefcase on the counter.

 

Gotta get these in some water, she reminded herself to remind herself, and then immediately shrugged out of her coat, letting it drop in a pool on the floor. She sniffed her suit jacket and her blouse and squinched her nose at the sour smell that clung to her. She kicked off her shoes, and the rest of her outfit followed. Anne stood in her kitchen naked, shivering and wondering what to do next.

 

Dinner or shower? Hmm. Shower or Dinner?

 

Anne’s stomach growled, but the shower won out. No way could she eat if she still smelled like pee and puke. She turned the water in the shower on to hot and let it run, then she sat on the toilet and farted.

 

Anne giggled. Maybe that’s why you can’t get stay in a relationship, honey. You fart too much.

 

She wiped and flushed, then waited a second for the blast of cold water to pass through the pipes before she stepped into the shower. She turned the water as hot as it would go and let it blast down on her neck and shoulders, easing her cramped muscles.

 

Anne slowly relaxed and bathed, soaping and washing her hair twice. She even washed behind her ears.

 

For you mom. She giggled at herself, sputtering water.

 

Anne rinsed and turned the water off, pulled a fresh, soft towel from the rack and patted herself dry, then wrapped her hair up in the towel. Her stomach growled again as she was brushing her teeth. She patted her belly and spit, talking to herself in the mirror.

 

“Right. Hold your horses.”

 

She found her nightgown right on the bed where she’d left it. The bed was still empty. And now the sheets were cold, too.

 

She found that depressing.

 

Anne realized that she was upset. The flowers had been such a nice surprise that she hadn’t realized that she’d neither seen or spoken with Sharon all day long.

 

Dammit, she never called me back.

 

At least she’d heard Sharon’s voice when she called to leave the message inviting her to dinner. She figured the flowers had been a sort of peace offering, Sharon’s way of apologizing after their last blowup. Annie was hoping she could return the sentiment.

 

Oh, Sharon. I’m so sorry. Please call.

 

Deep in her heart, Anne was sure that Sharon had turned to Michelle for comfort. She knew it instinctively; she felt the energy between them every day at the office.

 

It was killing her.

 

***

 

Hector unlocked the door to his dark apartment and pushed it open. He had spent the entire night washing the wall-to-wall carpeting in Sharon Chapman and Anne Laird’s office, and he was weary and ready for sleep. He kicked a small pile of mail that had been dropped through the mail slot, scattering bills and other junk across the threadbare carpet.

 

            One package caught his eye, and his heart began hammering around in his chest. Hectors breath quickened, and he picked the package up. He ignored the rest of the mail. If this package was what he hoped, soon the bills and the squalor he lived in would no longer matter. Hector tossed his coat onto a chair and sat down at his table.

 

He was ready to finish this ugly business so he could finally return home. Hector missed his family, his real life; he hated this place, everything about it, and having to work like a slave.

 

Arturo.

 

His brother’s name echoed in his head like a litany. Hector had made a promise before he died, and he would not forsake his word.

 

Arturo.

 

Hector picked up the little photo from the counter. The pain of his brother’s death was still fresh; like an old wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. It had been almost three years since his brother’s murder.

 

Three years since he had come to America to punish Sharon Chapman and Ann Laird.

 

***

Michelle asserted herself immediately after Sharon and Anne had hired her on as a partner. Months ago, Michelle had urged Sharon to accept a new abuse case. Anne was sure Michelle only wanted to take on the client only because they were wealthy. It would be great for the firm, and it looked extremely profitable, she said.

 

For the firm.

 

Anne poured herself a glass of wine. To help herself relax. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

 

Yeah. Sure. And if you believe that, I’ve got this bridge…

 

Anne had disagreed with the choice from the start. It was one of the very few times in their professional relationship that she and Sharon had been at odds with each other. Privately, they argued about it constantly, until finally, Sharon had stormed out of the house for good. Anne thought she’d moved back into her old place. Turned out that wasn’t the case. Michelle drove her to work the next day.

 

Things hadn’t been right between them since.

 

Sharon avoided Anne for months, playing tennis in the morning and scheduling her appointments early when Anne was in the office, then coming in to work during the afternoons when she knew Anne was in court. In the end, Anne had given in, but Sharon had already taken the client on.

 

Anne ground her teeth. Michelle. I think I hate her.

 

“Oh well.” Anne brushed a wisp of hair out of her eyes. “There’s nothing that a nice glass of wine and a big bowl of ice cream won’t fix.”

 

Anne unwound the towel from her damp hair and laid it over the back of the chair at her dressing table, and began to brush out her hair. She was just slipping on the nightgown when her doorbell rang.

 

“Who the hell could that be?”

 

She glanced at her alarm clock. Eight-thirty. Not too late. Maybe Sharon had left the office and snuck over with some pizza. Anne thought that sounded divine. They could split the rest of the wine and share the ice cream.

 

The doorbell rang again.

 

“Coming!” She shouted, excited now. “I’ll be right there!”

 

Visions of warm, cheesy pizza and gooey, melted chocolate dripping over vanilla bean ice cream filled her head. Anne was so thrilled, so sure it was Sharon that she didn’t bother to check the peephole in her door; she just threw the door open, leaned out, and then blinked in surprise at the man standing on her porch.

 

“Oh! What…what are you doing here?

 

A sharp gust of wind blew the hem of her light silk nightgown, making it billow up around her thighs. Her nipples puckered and poked out from under the thin material.

 

The man leered at her.

 

“Y’know, you should really lock your back door when you come in. It ain’t safe not to. Smile for the camera, bitch.”

 

He was holding a video camera and pointing it right at her. Anne realized that he was filming her, standing in her doorway dressed only in her nightgown, and she blushed.

 

She shook her head a little, trying to shake off the cobwebs from the wine.

 

“What…?”

 

 He laughed at her, and then an arm circled her waist and a hand clamped over her mouth with an iron grip. Anne tried to scream, and a sickly-sweet chemical smell filled her nostrils.

 

I didn’t lock the back door, she thought. Sharon hates that I always forget to lock the back door.

 

Anne started to struggle, flailing her arms and legs wildly, but the man holding her simply tightened his grip and pulled her back into the dark living room. The man on the porch grinned and followed them inside, quietly shutting the door.

 

“Shit. That was easy.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Anne was dizzy, disoriented from the chemicals soaked into the rag. The man behind her dropped her, retching, onto the floor, and Anne wondered if they were going to rape her.

 

“Please…l-leave me a-alone…”

 

They both laughed.

 

The men her gagged her, stuffing the pair of dirty panties that she’d taken off earlier in the kitchen roughly into her mouth, and wound the leg of her nylons around her head, tying the feet together tightly behind the nape of her neck. They used some heavy plastic zip-ties to bind her hands behind her back. Then they lifted her as easily as if she were a child, and carried her through the house and out the back door to the van.

 

“C’mon. Hurry up.”

 

The security light didn’t go on this time; the men’s shoes crunched through broken glass as they carried Anne outside, still kicking.

 

“Damn. She’s a feisty bitch.”

 

“Fuck it. Hit her ‘till she stops.”

 

They slapped her, knocking her face back and forth, until sparks of light went off behind her eyes. Anne groaned into the gag, and stopped kicking. Blood seeped from her nose and dripped down the front of her nightgown.

 

“Shit.” The man with the camera shook his hand. “That hurt.”

 

“Pussy.”

 

“Fuck you.”

 

Anne was picked up again, and they carried her quickly down the driveway. The van’s side door rolled open and the engine started as soon as Anne was dropped inside.

 

“Here go, kids. Enjoy.”

 

 Several more men were waiting in the van. They wore ski masks, and masks made out of nylon stockings. The man with the video camera jumped into the van and slammed the door shut. The men surrounded Anne. One of them held a syringe up and gave the plunger an ominous squeeze, sending a squirt of pale liquid out of the needle.

 

Anne’s bloodshot eyes went wide with panic.

 

The men smiled behind their masks and pinned her to the floor of the vehicle. The needle was plunged deep in her arm.

 

The gag muffled Anne’s screams.

 

The large man plopped into the front with the driver, making the van lurch with his weight. Together, they turned to watch the struggle through a peephole cut into the cab.

 

In the back, the men held Anne down until she stopped screaming and jerking, then they unwound the pantyhose and removed the gag from her mouth.

 

“Here it comes.”

 

The driver nodded at the observation.

 

Anne vomited, retched again, then passed out. She was dragged to the front of the van where an old blanket was draped over her limp body.

 

“Gotta love the first time somebody tries smack.”

 

“Mmn.”

 

The large man wrinkled his nose with distaste, then turned to the driver and lit a cigar. “Almost finished now. Just one more, and then we can have some fun before we get paid.”

 

In answer, the driver just smiled and started the van.

            

***

 

Hope.

 

The real American Dream.

 

It’s what this country was founded on. A simple word, yet it means so much.

 

Liberty.

 

Justice.

 

For all. Not just the few.

 

Generations of immigrants have braved countless hardships to travel to these shores. Searching for something so simple.

 

A new life.

 

A new beginning.

 

***

Seated at his table and lost in bitter memories, Hector wept quietly for his brother.

 

Arturo.

 

Hector had always been content with his life. He wanted for nothing: drugs, women, money; his needs were simple, and the political and military corruption in his country provided everything he ever wanted. When he came of age, Hector immersed himself in the violent life and took those things he wanted by force.

 

But not Arturo.

 

He hated the drugs and the rape, the killing and the corruption; what he called the murder of his soul. Arturo spent his nights dreaming of America and his days speaking of little else. The stories that were told of the Promised Land lured him like a sirens call.

 

When he turned seventeen, Arturo decided to chase his dreams. Hector could have sent him to America in comfort, like a prince. But Arturo wanted more, he needed to understand. He had to experience the hardship, the struggle of his people.

 

So he left his home and his family and began the long, dangerous trek across the border. Many strong men die attempting that voyage, even now in this day and age, or are caught and sent home, disgraced.

 

Somehow, after long weeks, Arturo made it.

 

He sent a constant stream of letters home, telling Hector and their family of America, the land of the free. He wrote that he had found a job working as a dishwasher in a small restaurant and a place to live. And he confided in Hector that he’d met a woman. Arturo’s English was very poor and at first, he struggled. But a waitress at the restaurant helped him. They fell in love, and a few months later, they had a baby girl.

 

They named the baby Emma.

 

Arturo said they were happy. For a while.

 

Months passed, and one day Arturo came home from work early. He’d been promoted to a line cook at the restaurant and the owners had given him a pay raise. He wanted to celebrate, and on his walk home he’d stopped and bought Isabella flowers. Arturo was whistling when he opened his door.

 

His life ended when he stepped inside.

 

Emma was lying naked on the floor of their little apartment, screaming, covered in her piss and feces, an empty bottle beside her on the floor. Isabelle was on her knees, kneeling against the couch; with a greasy, tattooed man fucking her from behind, like a she was a dog in heat.

 

They ignored Emma and her cries.

 

Isabelle’s eyes were vacant and unseeing. A used syringe was broken on the floor. A clear plastic pipe had fallen from Isabelle’s nerveless fingers, and lay on the floor next to Emma, still hot and smoking. Emma had tried to reach her bottle, but found the pipe instead, and red, puss-filled blisters had burst out on her poor, tiny fingers.

 

Arturo had seen crack before, both at home, when he and Hector were homeless children living in the street, and in the flop houses where he had slept when he first came to America. He knew the evils of the drug. He knew Isabelle was an addict. She told him after they met, when they began dating.

 

Arturo didn’t care. He loved her anyway. But when they learned that Isabelle was pregnant, Arturo asked her to stop. He begged her.

 

And she promised.

 

So when Arturo opened his door and found his wife and child, he flew into a mindless rage. He beat the man until he ran from the house, naked and bleeding. And then he turned his rage on Isabelle. He hit and kicked her until she cowered in a corner, then he took Emma, and he left, swearing to Isabelle that she would never see them again.

 

That was his mistake. He never should have left.

 

Neighbors called the police about a domestic disturbance. The police came and interviewed Isabelle a day later. She concocted her story, and the police decided Arturo had kidnapped his daughter, and was in danger of fleeing the country. On their advice, Isabelle hired the law firm of Sharon Chapman and Anne Laird to represent her in a custody suit. Chapman and Laird, the police told her, had established a reputation of taking on these types of domestic cases; incidents where a wife or a child had been abused or raped.

 

And Isabelle told more lies.

 

The police picked up Arturo and Emma at the restaurant, when he went in to pick up his paycheck. Arturo was arrested without a fight, processed and sent to jail to await trial.

 

Emma was taken into protective custody.

 

In court, Sharon Chapman convinced the judge and jury that Arturo had forced Isabelle to take drugs and prostitute herself, and who often raped his own child. She wove stories, describing to the court in grisly detail the atrocities that he had perpetrated on his family.

 

Again and again during the trial, Chapman directed the jury’s attention to Arturo, enforcing their suspicion that he was the monster she described. When she was called as a witness, under oath, Isabelle claimed that when he kidnapped Emma, Arturo intended on selling the baby for money, or God only knew what else.

 

They called him evil.

 

Arturo had no money. He barely spoke English. No real lawyer would represent him, and the women lawyers that represented Isabelle were very persuasive with their lies.

 

He had no chance.

 

A judge convicted him of all the heinous crimes he had been accused of, and sentenced him to more than twenty years in prison. And they made sure that he would never see his daughter again. Isabelle smiled as Arturo was led from the courtroom, and she celebrated, hugging her lawyers. Sharon Chapman herself handed Emma back into Isabelle’s needle-pricked arms.

 

Her wicked smile was the last thing Arturo saw before he was taken away.

 

In prison, Arturo wrote to Hector. He claimed that Isabella had been his one, true love, and his love had blinded him while she cut out his heart.

 

Isabelle had stolen everything; his daughter, his self-respect and pride. His honor.

 

Less than a month later, Arturo learned that both Isabelle and Emma had died in a fire. The fire had started in a drug house. The house was owned by the man Arturo had caught fucking his Isabelle, and beaten. The inhabitants had been too stoned to escape.

 

That day, Arturo lost what little was left of his soul.

 

The other inmates understood none of this. In prison, child molesters are reviled by the rest of the populace. Arturo was hurt badly, day after day, by men who had raped and killed. The irony was not lost on him, that Isabelle was still torturing him, even from beyond the grave. He tried to tell the truth of what had happened to anyone who he hoped would listen. He tried to fight back. It only made his life worse.

 

Arturo began to despair. He again wrote to Hector, begging him to come to America. Hector swore to his brother that he would help, that he would come and make the people who did this pay.

 

The next day, another inmate killed Arturo in his cell, stabbing him in the chest, over and over, with a homemade knife. The guards found Arturo much later, lying on the floor of his cell in a pool of blood. They called for a medic and watched him bleed.

 

No one would say who actually killed him.

 

***

 

It took Hector some time to arrange travel to the United States. When he finally arrived, he went directly to the prison to claim Arturo’s body. When he saw his brother’s corpse, Hector closed off his heart to the pain, until it was like a live thing trapped inside him, eating at him. He bottled up the rage. It would have to wait.

 

He wasn’t sure what he should do next. In his country, to resolve this matter would be simple. Hector would simply have had the people responsible for his brother’s death brought to him, then tortured and killed. But he couldn’t do that here. As powerful as he was at home, he had few friends here. He had to wait for an opportunity, to develop a plan.

 

So he claimed his brothers few possessions from the authorities, and he moved into the same small apartment where Arturo had lived with Isabelle and Emma. He had Arturo’s body returned home, away from this awful place. Just a few days later, Arturo’s attorney, a court-appointed lawyer, contacted Hector.

 

Hector went to meet him, and he was given a sealed manila envelope. When Hector asked what it was, the attorney just shrugged.

 

“Dunno. Open it and see.”

 

Hector returned to the tiny apartment and opened the envelope. By the time he finished reading, he was smiling.

 

Before he died, Arturo had found a way to get his revenge.

 

***

 

Arturo didn’t want Susan Chapman or Anne Laird dead. That would have been a simple thing; Hector had killed before, men and women; it was the same to him. Easy.

 

No, Arturo wanted the lawyers, and anyone who had worked for them punished. He wanted them to be humiliated and ruined, raped and beaten, their lives destroyed, just as his had been. Somehow while he was in prison, Arturo had learned of the Fantasies, Inc. people, and their capabilities. It seemed that they would and could do almost anything. For a price.

 

Arturo laid his plans carefully. It would be expensive, he knew, and he did not have access to the funds he would need. But he found a way it might work.

 

First, somehow Hector had to get close to the lawyers, get them to trust him. So he swallowed his pride and gone to work for them as a janitor.

 

A fucking, piece of shit janitor.

 

He’d worked his ass off for them, biding his time and learning where they lived, their habits, their secrets. He learned where they each kept their money, and where the accounts for the firm where. He worked and watched, and slowly and surely they began to confide in him. When he though he’d learned enough, he sent Arturo’s plan to the Fantasy website, and waited.

 

Nothing happened. Hector began to think he’d been scammed. But he held onto a small hope that he would not let go. Not until that arrogant bitch had been properly punished.

 

Hector hated slaving for the lawyer cunt and her partner. Hated them for what they had done to his brother and his family. His own honor had been disgraced, working like a common pig for the bitch. So, every day for the past six months he had come home from work and checked his email account, and every day he had been disappointed.

 

            But now…

 

            Hector turned the padded envelope over in his hands. His name and his address were neatly printed in the middle of the package. There was nothing else to find. No label or return address; nothing. He took a small pocket knife from his trousers and slit open the sealed flap. He shook the contents out onto the table.

 

            He peeked inside the envelope to make sure it was empty, and tossed it away. On the table in front of him was a stack of silver computer disks and a plain envelope with the Fantasies, Inc. logo printed in gold in the middle. Each disk was sealed in a plastic case, and labeled with a woman’s first name, two disks each.

 

He picked up the envelope and tore it open.

 

Hello.

 

At your earliest convenience please check your email for a complete set of instructions, as well as a link to your new, personal web site to monitor the progress of your fantasy. You have our absolute assurance that your website is totally private and completely secure.

 

You may be contacted with further updates. Please find included with this notification a bonus set of disks; our free gift to you.

 

We hope you enjoy your special gift.

 

Sincerely,

 

Fantasies, Inc.

 

Hector read the note, and a second later he was on the internet, checking his email. He brought up his account, half expecting not to find anything.

 

But there it was. Just one message, but that was enough to send a current of excitement through his body. He clicked with the mouse and read his message, a short version of the note from the envelope, with a link attached. He clicked on the link, and waited.

 

The page loaded quickly. On the main page, another link in a fancy script read: Welcome to your fantasy. Underneath that, in smaller type, was a flashing: Click here.

 

Hector clicked.

 

The next page was divided and boxed into quarters; each box contained a separate link, the first name of a woman; the same first names were printed on each of the disks that were included in the package.

 

            Hector knew those names. He briefly wondered why there were four. There was a message at the top of the page.

 

            All flashing links are live feeds, filmed in real time. You can choose to save your favorite video feeds in your free, additional website space for later viewing. You can also edit your saved files using the software provided online, then download and save the files on your hard drive or other media for your continued enjoyment. Make your own movies, screen savers, and more!

 

            Three of the links were flashing, with a steady red pulse.

 

Debbie. Michelle. Anne. Sharon’s name was there, too, a flat, lifeless blue in her section of the screen.

 

Hector chose a name at random, pointed the mouse, clicked, and the page changed again. He stared at his screen. Dozens of new links, divided and grouped under headings.

 

At home, In the car, At the office, Saved files, etc.

 

            The At home link was flashing. Hector clicked.

 

Bathroom. Click. Shower. Click.

 

And suddenly, live and in color, with sound that was clear as a bell, Hector was watching Debbie Jones, taking her morning shower. He watched as she lathered shampoo through her bleached-blonde hair, and listened to her hum quietly, as soapy, steaming hot water ran over her huge breasts, down her back and her belly, past her mound and down her legs.

 

Hector gasped in pleasure. He felt an erection trying to burst from his trousers. In his excitement, he knocked over his chair when he stood and dropped his pants.

 

He straightened the chair and sat back down with his pants bunched in a puddle around his ankles and his cock throbbing in his hand.

 

He jacked off while Debbie finished her shower and dried off. He watched her pat her pale skin dry with a fluffy white towel, then wrapped it in her hair, like a turban. She brushed her teeth and left the bathroom.

 

            On his screen, a message popped up.

 

            Camera auto-follow between rooms? Yes/No?

 

            He clicked on yes.

 

The camera view switched to a bedroom. Debbie had taken the towel off and tossed it on her bed, and was pulling on a tiny pair of lacy black panties. She had her back turned towards the camera, giving Hector a nice view of her plump ass. His dick throbbed, and then another message popped up.

 

Did you know? You can use your mouse to scroll between camera angles. Give it a try. Click the edge of the window to view a new frame.

 

Hector clicked the top of the screen, and suddenly Debbie’s tits filled the entire monitor, large as life, like he could just reach out and grab them.

 

Click and hold the right mouse button, then move the mouse to adjust and focus between different camera angles.

 

He clicked and rolled the mouse back towards the edge of the table, until he could see Debbie’s whole room again.

 

There. He smiled, enjoying himself. That’s better.

 

He laughed when she lost her balance and fell on her ass. Debbie swore. She’d fallen with her legs up in the air and the panties dangling around one of her knees. Hector used the mouse to zoom in again, giving him a nice look at her snatch. Bushy.

 

Debbie grunted and struggled to her feet. He watched, spellbound, as she dressed for work, slipping on a bra and nylon stockings, then a nice skirt and blouse. The camera went black when she left the house, then switched to a shot of Debbie walking to her car. She unlocked the car, and another message popped up.

 

Continue filming? Yes/No

 

NO.

 

His cock was bored now. Time to try someone else. Hector backed out. The link he wanted was still dead, so instead he chose Michelle.

 

Bathroom. He grinned and got comfortable. Click.

 

The screen refreshed. Hectors’ eyes popped open, and his cock perked right back up. Michelle, shot from above and behind, was leaning over her bathroom counter with her ass up in the air, putting on lipstick. Her jet-black hair was still wet from the shower, black and glistening with moisture. She was dressed in a lacy satin bra and a pair of matching panties.

 

Talking a mile a minute, another, older woman entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Hector used the mouse to zoom in on her face.

 

Sharon.

 

Hector jacked off as she bathed, and slumped back in his chair when he blew his load onto the linoleum. Sharon finished with her shower. Michelle dressed for work in a blue suit and a white silk blouse. She clipped on a pair of pearl earrings, smiled, and pressed her body tightly against Sharon’s.

 

A look of euphoria stole over Sharon’s face. She shut her eyes and smiled as Michelle lightly cupped her breasts and kissed the nape of her neck. She ran her hand through Michelle’s hair, and they clung to each other, swaying gently. Then Sharon turned and the women embraced, two lovers, kissing passionately.

 

His penis twitched again, and rose back to attention. I did not realize. But this is…this is very fine.

 

Hector spent the rest of the morning at his computer, happily exploring the feeds that had been collected over the past couple weeks and the disks that had been included with his package.

 

***

 

            Lost in her drug-induced euphoria, Sharon had no idea how long they raped her. She barely remembered any of it after the drugs took effect, except that at some point her body betrayed her and she began responding to the sex. She remembered hearing a grunt of surprise from one of the men while he fucked her. She’d suddenly wrapped her legs around his back and started bucking uncontrollably underneath him and she came with a loud cry, sending a torrent of warm fluid squirting over his thighs. He backhanded her face and called her a horny cunt, then went back to fucking her.

 

Everything else was bits and pieces.

 

Once, she recognized Annie’s face, tight with pain, shoved against a muscular belly. She was stripped naked and gagging, with ropes of spit and vomit dangling from her chin, her cheeks and slim neck bulging from the thick cock that was slamming in and out of her mouth. Sharon noticed other, fuzzy shapes and voices, the wet, slurping sound of sex, men grunting and women gasping with pain and crying from shame. The sounds all seemed muffled and distorted, as if they were far away.

 

The men liked to fuck her two or three at a time. One man would fuck her and pull out, and then another would immediately take his place. The Mountain was the worst. He liked to rip into her ass with his enormous cock, fuck her, and then make her swallow him until he came, shooting his load while he was buried deep in her throat.

 

Sharon thought the ordeal would be over relatively quickly, but it seemed like it went on for hours. She realized there was no natural way the rapists could be that potent. The men must have taken some kind of drug not long before.

 

The van drove slowly, rarely slowing, and the motion of the vehicle was almost comforting. Every once in a while, Sharon felt them ease to a stop, probably for lights, and she even thought that she heard a police siren once, right next to them. She tried to scream then, but the men around her just laughed and a cock was pushed into her mouth. At some point the drugs they gave her began to wear off, and she felt the pain of her torn, battered body: the sharp pain running up her jaw and down her neck, her bruised breasts, the torn flesh of her rectum and vagina, the bites on her nipples and neck and shoulders. The men had taken her jewelry, but they never bothered to remove her clothes; now the material just hung from her in torn scraps.

 

Eventually the van slowed and came to a stop. Sharon was thrown onto her belly on the floor, facing the van door, and her arms were locked behind her back. Annie was beside her, staring vacantly into space. Next to her, Debbie was kneeling on all fours, still being fucked by two men. They came quickly and shoved her to the floor, handcuffing her while cum still glistened on their cocks.

 

Sharon glanced around, her drugged mind beginning to work again. Debbie. Annie. Someone was missing.

 

Michelle, she thought. She’s not here. They didn’t get Michelle.

 

A tinge of hope ran through her as the men dressed. Then the Mountain pulled a cell phone from his coat.

 

“We’re ready.”

 

The door to the van was unlocked and thrown open. The wind rushed inside, covering the three women with a light blanket of freezing snow and ice. Sharon shivered miserably.

 

“Here you go, buddy. They’re all yours.”

 

The Mountain and the other men stepped over the women and jumped out of the van. Sharon looked up and gasped in surprise.

 

Hector stood in the doorway, his face twisted into a mask of hate and lust. His black eyes bored into Sharon’s, and she shivered again, but not from the cold.

 

The Mountain clapped him on the shoulder, and handed him two small video tapes. “These are on us, m’man, made last night and on the ride. They’ll be available on the net in an hour or two, soon as we get ‘em edited.”

 

Hector nodded, his face changing into a demonic grin as he pocketed the tapes. Sharon looked past the men, trying to see a landmark, figure out were they were. All she could see were a few trees, barely visible behind a wall of white.

 

“The van’s all gassed up. You got a stash under the front seat, enough heroin to keep the two of ‘em nice and quiet ‘till you get past the border. There’s a map folded in the glove box. Follow the directions and take the marked route down through California. Be at the border at exactly eight o’clock in the morning two days from now. You need to be there on Christmas day. Our man will be there, waiting with a plane. He’ll get you to where you’re going without any problems. You’re on your own after that. Got it?”

 

Hector nodded. “I understand.”

 

Sharon gasped again. Hector grinned at her. His accent had disappeared. He even seemed larger, taller; a commanding figure instead of the meek little custodian she knew. Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon saw Debbie staring at him too. Annie was still blank; the whites of her eyes showing and blood still oozing from her mashed nose. She seemed catatonic.

 

The Mountain nodded.

 

“Right. Now, ‘bout the cash.”

 

Hector finally took his eyes off Sharon. “I thought you figured out how to get it?”

 

Another voice came from outside, away from Sharon’s point of view; soft, quiet and definitely female.

 

“We did.”

 

            Hector backed up a half-step, and almost bowed. The Mountain smiled, and said, “Hey, love.”

 

            Michelle peeked into the van and grinned merrily. She was snuggled into Sharon’s nice, warm cashmere coat. She smiled down at Sharon.

 

            “Sharon! Look at you! You look so cute, tied up like that. Makes me want to eat you up, but...” She slowly licked her ruby lips, then nodded at Hector. “You don’t belong to me anymore.”

 

            Hector grinned. Michelle tossed him a set of keys.

 

“Oh, well. You know what they say. ‘Better to have loved and lost’ and all that garbage. Anyway, Hector, those are for you. Keys to their handcuffs and the van, too. I’ve been driving this big fucking thing around all night, and now it’s all yours.”

 

Hector made the keys disappear into the same pocket as the video tapes.

 

Michelle wrapped her slim arms around the Mountain. “And pretty soon, I’ll be able to finish work and get back to my sweetie-pie.” She looked up and drank in the dark eyes behind the mask. She eased the edge of the mask up past his lips, and they kissed passionately. “Baby, you’re so sweet. I love the coat.”

 

“Thought you might.”

 

The Mountain grinned and they kissed again. Sharon grunted angrily. Michelle finally turned back to the van.

 

            “Well, well. Look at you, all wrapped up like presents under the tree. Merry Christmas, Hector. From all of us at Fantasies, Inc.”

 

            “Thank you.”

 

            “You like our work?”

 

            “Yes. It was perfect. My brother’s spirit will be able to rest soon. And I…” The look he gave Sharon turned her blood to ice. “I will find my own pleasure.” He turned back to the Mountain. “But I do not understand about the money?”

 

            Michelle stepped closer to Sharon and stroked her hair. Sharon jerked her head away, and Michelle slapped her, smacking her face into the floorboard. She grabbed a knot of Sharon’s hair and twisted it in her fist.

 

“Now, now, now. Is that any way to behave? Hmmn?”

 

She jerked Sharon’s head back and stuck a finger into her mouth. Her long, painted fingernails dug into the soft roof of Sharon’s mouth as she worked the metal ring free.

 

“Well, Hector, you see, they couldn’t have done this the easy way. Oh, no. Even after everything I’ve done for the firm, all the money I’ve made for these lovely ladies, none of these cunts ever really trusted me with the passwords for the bank accounts. So…”

 

She pulled the ring out of Sharon’s mouth and tossed it in the air. The Mountain caught it with a grin. The ring disappeared into a pocket and, once again, the Mountain pulled out his cell phone. Sharon had thought having the ring out of her mouth would be a relief, but she sucked at the cold air, fighting the sudden urge to vomit and the sharp pain running down her jaw.

 

Hector looked confused. “What?”

 

“So tonight Sharon’s going to finally tell me what they are.” Michelle opened the coat. She was naked underneath, her nipples hard from the cold. She pulled a gleaming blue pistol from an inside pocket and pointed it at Sharon’s head. “Aren’t you, baby?”

 

“You f-f-fucking b-b-bitch!”

 

Michelle feigned shocked. “Now, now. No need to get crude, sweet.”

 

“I’m not telling you anything!” Sharon croaked.

 

“Oh, I think you will.”

 

Michelle cocked back the slide and pressed the barrel of the gun to Sharon’s temple. Sharon lost control of her bladder; warm piss soaked the filthy carpet under her hips.

 

“Oh, God, please…”

 

Hector panicked and lunged at Michelle. “No! No! I’m not done with her! I…”

 

The Mountain caught him easily, and held him still. Michelle smiled gently.

 

            “Sweet, sweet Sharon. He needs you. We can’t call this job finished if I kill you. That’s bad for my reputation. And my employers – my real employers, that is, well, they absolutely hate when a project doesn’t end on a positive note. Gotta keep the customers satisfied, you know what I’m saying? I think you do. And besides all that, we don’t get paid. So I guess I can’t shoot you, now can I?”

 

            Sharon shivered uncontrollably. “Y-you’re in-in-insane.”

 

            Michelle dragged the gun hard across Sharon’s face, cutting a furrow along her cheeks. Sharon felt warm blood seep from the cuts as Michelle pointed the gun at Anne’s head. She looked over at Hector, who was staring at her, wide-eyed. Sharon thought he looked as panicked as she felt. Anne never blinked, her eyes still blank, unfocused.

 

            “Hector?” Michelle inclined her head. “What about Anne? You need her too?”

 

            Hector gulped, and nodded frantically. “Yes! Yes! Both of them! Both of those bitches killed my brother! You know I want them both alive!”

 

“Shit. That’s true. It was all there in your submission, wasn’t it? Very interesting story, by the way. So sad.”

 

Michelle shook her head, feeling the pain. Then:

 

“Well, anyway. Okay. If you insist, I won’t shoot her. But I don’t think it would be much of a loss, personally.”

 

Michelle made a snorting noise and looked down at Anne.

 

“Just a pretty face. Awful attorney. Hell, after we accepted this assignment, I barely studied for two weeks before I took the bar exams, and I’m a better lawyer than this twat is, even after what – twenty years?” She snorted again. “I think the old boys just tolerated her to get a piece of her pretty ass once in a while.”

 

Michelle flipped her hair back over her shoulder, and grinned at Sharon.

 

“You know, she wasn’t even a good fuck. Nice for a quickie, I guess, but boring as all hell. She didn’t even like being tied up. No wonder you got tired of her.”

 

Sharon squirmed, furious. “W-what?”

 

“Oh, didn’t you know?” Michelle pinched one of Anne’s nipples. “I seduced her just a few weeks ago. She came to my house one night, trying to win you back. I think you were out of town on work. I can’t really remember.” Michelle looked off into the snow, remembering. She was jerking on Anne’s tit and letting it fall, then doing it over and over. “She was so drunk. I think she wanted to kill me, actually.”

 

“Leave her alone!”

 

“If you insist.”

 

Michelle stepped to the end of the door. She grinned at the terrified Debbie, and looked back at Hector.

 

“We’ve got one more option.”

 

Hector stopped struggling. “Her?”

 

“Yep.”

 

Hector thought about it for a moment.

 

“I don’t need her.”

 

Michelle smiled. “Good.”

 

Debbie tried to scream, but it was cut short. Michelle grabbed the pearl necklace still hanging between Debbie’s breasts, and gave it a vicious twist. Debbie’s eyes popped open. She choked and kicked as her air was cut off. Two of the masked men wrestled her out of the van, dumping her roughly onto the frozen ground. They pulled Debbie up into a kneeling position and held her in place as Michelle moved quickly behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed the gun against the back of her head.

 

The Mountain dialed a number on his cell phone. A second later he grunted and nodded at Michelle.

 

“Well, baby?”

 

Michelle smiled happily at Sharon.

 

“Would you like to tell me now? I want the passwords for both the corporate accounts, and for all of your personal accounts. I know you know them.”

 

Her voice turned cold.

 

“Don’t fuck with me, baby, or you’ve got a dead, fat-ass cunt lying here for the police to find, and a coat that belongs to you covered in her blood. We’ll wipe the gun down and put it in your hand. Just for a second. When the police find the murder weapon hidden away, with your fingerprints on it, and then the coat…” 

 

She shrugged.

 

“Well. I’m sure you’ve put people behind bars with less evidence. And don’t forget, this lovely state has the death penalty.”

 

Michelle looked over at Hector, and smiled.

 

“A little improv on your scenario, I know. But it works, yes?”

 

He was completely composed again, and nodded curtly. “Yes.”

 

Sharon finally understood why Michelle was naked under the coat. She could just wash the blood off. No other clothes to dispose of.

 

“Michelle, please…” She whispered. “Don’t...”

 

Michelle just smiled and licked her lips. Sharon remembered that face, from the first time she’d seen Michelle in criminal court, going after the jugular of a defending attorney. She only looked that way when she was having fun.

 

“Ba-bee. We’ve wasted enough time, and my tootsie’s are getting cold. So lets speed this up. I’m going to count to three, and then Fatty here’s dead. One, two…”

 

Debbie was turning blue. Her entire body was shaking. Sharon didn’t even think twice about telling them the passwords, just blurted out everything she could remember. The Mountain repeated everything into the cell phone, and they waited while Michelle slowly and happily choked Debbie to death.

 

“Good.” The Mountain snapped the cell phone shut. “That’s it. ten-point-six million dollars, transferred to points unknown.” He glared at Sharon. “No money, my black ass.”

 

Michelle grinned and turned to Hector.

 

“Well. It’s been nice working with you, Hector. As a parting gift, you’ll find a bank book in the van with a small balance, thoughtfully contributed to your cause from the now defunct law firm of Chapman and Laird. Enjoy.”

 

She nodded to the Mountain. He pulled two syringes from his pocket, uncapped one, squirted a bit of fluid into the air, found a vein in Anne’s arm and jabbed the needle in. He injected her quickly. Anne’s staring eyes rolled back into her head, exposing the whites. Her body convulsed once and relaxed. Then he turned to Sharon and uncapped the other syringe.

 

Sharon shook her head and screamed as he twisted her arm. “N-no…!”

 

She felt a strange warmth flood her arm, and she started to cry. The world around her quickly turned grey. The Mountain slammed the door shut with a clang, and Sharon’s last thought was that Michelle had never let Debbie go.

 

Then she heard two muffled pops from outside the van, like firecrackers going off, and Michelle’s low, throaty laughter.

 

Sharon vomited as the heroin hit her nervous system.

 

She heard a noise, coming closer. A helicopter?

 

The van’s engine rumbled as it started.

 

And Sharon’s world went black.

 

***

 

Epilogue

 

A fat, black fly buzzed incessantly around Sharon’s face, waking her from her stupor.

 

Sharon groaned and tried to swat at the fly, but her arm didn’t seem to want to move. Something clanked, like metal scraping metal, and she glanced around, blinking, groggy and unsure of her surroundings. Her eyes took a moment to focus. She licked dry, cracked lips, wanting to rub away the thick crust that had caked her eyes, and wondered again why her arm wouldn’t move.

 

She found herself in a large, green tent, handcuffed to the steel frame of a folding cot. Anne was lying naked and unconscious on an identical cot just next to her.

 

“A-Annie?” She croaked.

 

Two hard, stone-faced men in faded military fatigues guarded the entrance to the tent. One of them grunted and lifted the tent flap, letting in a brilliant ray of sunlight, and stepped outside. Sharon heard the sound of men and vehicles moving outside, and muted, as if farther away, the sound of animals. Dogs, barking. Other sounds, too, that she didn’t recognize.

 

“W-who are you? Where are we?”

 

The guard ignored her and the fly. He simply stared straight ahead, his dark eyes fixed on some point at the back of the tent.

 

Sharon gave up trying to speak and concentrated on taking stock of her situation. She too was stripped naked. She felt awful, like she’d suffered through a horrible illness. Her body was covered with just-healing bruises and welts, as was Annie’s. Both had their wrists handcuffed to the middle edges of the cots, and their feet were locked as well, in the same fashion.

 

A sharp jolt of pain shot down her spine when Sharon lifted her head, making the muscles in her belly clench and spasm. Her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Her body was slick with sweat and crusted with dried vomit; tiny, pin-prick scabs ran along the inside of her bruised forearms. The tent was sweltering hot. Sharon tried to speak again, to ask for a drink of water.  It felt like she was swallowing razor blades. The guard didn’t bother to answer or move from his post; he just kept staring straight ahead, and Sharon didn’t have the strength to ask again.

 

Vague memories plagued her, floating in and out of her mind, just on the edge of her consciousness. Images of a van. Men she did not know. Annie and Debbie. Pain, and more pain. A plane. And over everything, a desperate craving that gnawed at the pit of her stomach.

 

Sharon let her head rest back on the cot. A tear bubbled over and ran down the side of her cheek, cutting a trail through the dirt and grime smeared on her face.

 

She remembered everything now. The abduction and the rapes. Michelle, dressed in nothing but Sharon’s coat, holding a gun to the back of Debbie’s head, smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world. And a moment later, after Sharon had given her what she wanted, everything she’d asked for, the two gunshots.

 

Sharon remembered being drugged and afterwards, a long drive, tied and gagged with Anne in the back of the kidnappers van. More drugs each time the van would stop. A final stop, and then a plane ride.

 

Withdrawal. Knots of nausea and intense pain, eating at her gut.

 

Sharon shook her head, trying to rid herself of the fear that was paralyzing her as surely as the binds holding her down.

 

She was still alive. That had to count for something. She and Anne could have been killed too, along with Debbie. But they were alive. And maybe she could somehow keep them that way.

 

Next to her, Anne began to stir, moaning. Outside the tent, Sharon heard precise, measured footsteps approaching.

 

Then voices.

 

One voice Sharon thought she recognized; hard and commanding. The tent flap was pulled back and two men entered, their dusty boots crunching on the soil floor. The flap fell back into place as they stepped inside.

 

Sharon sniffled and again raised her head, only to send another shock of pain through her skull. Her vision blurred and she choked back a cry, blinking away tears until she could see again.

 

“Awake. Finally.”

 

Hector stood silently at the foot of her cot, appraising her with a cold glare. He turned to the guards and spoke a few, clipped words that Sharon couldn’t understand.

 

“Clean them up and let the men have their fun. Bring them to the pit at dusk.”

 

The guards nodded, grinning wolfishly. Sharon remembered seeing that grin from other men, men who had hurt her, and not long ago.

 

“W-wait, p-please…you can let us go. We won’t tell anyone…”

 

Hector laughed. A short, loud bark. Then he stepped close and slapped Sharon across the face. He grabbed her, squeezing her bruised cheeks, and he spit in her eye. The spittle mixed with her tears and blurred her vision even more. Then, in English:

 

“I will not foul myself by taking my pleasure from you. I will leave you to the men, and then to the dogs.”

 

Then he spun on his heel and marched out of the tent.

 

***

 

            A sharp word was shouted outside the tent and the guards had men fetch several buckets of tepid water.

 

The water was brought quickly, and the tent began to fill with scarred, brutal-looking men, all of whom were armed and dressed in the same faded combat fatigues. The tent flap remained open, and more men peered in from outside. They laughed and joked, watching expectantly as the guards doused the women, still cuffed tightly to their cots, drenching them from head to foot with murky grey water. They scrubbed Sharon and Anne clean using thick cakes of rough soap and stiff brushes, until their skin was pink and raw. Then they were doused again, and again, until the dripping water made soapy pools of mud under the bedding.

 

Sharon heard Annie in the next cot, whispering “no no no no”, over and over, as one of the men reached between her spread legs and began shoving his hand roughly into her vagina. Annie screamed, but the men just laughed with their comrade as he fingered her, jabbing his hand deep into her soft pussy.

 

Anne’s body jerked and heaved. The men unlocked Anne’s feet and flipped her over onto her stomach. Two of them spread her legs wide, holding her firmly in place by her ankles. The man who had been fist-fucking Anne unzipped his pants and pulled out a massive, uncircumcised cock. He slapped her ass and climbed up on the cot and wedged himself between Anne’s legs.

 

Sharon closed her eyes as the men gathered closely around them. A boy who could’ve been no more than fifteen leaned over Sharon and bit her nipple until she cried out. She began to weep silently as her ankles were unlocked, and she tried unsuccessfully to blot out her friend’s muffled screams.

 

A moment later, someone took care of the problem for her.

 

***

 

            The rapes seemed to go on forever.

 

When the sun began to set, the guards pushed away the few remaining men and unlocked Anne and Sharon. They were then dragged out of the tent, naked, bloody and exhausted. Sharon tried to struggle and received a pair of vicious slaps. Anne let the men cuff her hands behind her back without a word. She whimpered when they touched her and kept her eyes fixed on the ground. All the fight seemed to have been drained out of her.

 

Sharon glanced around as she stumbled from the tent, past the men still milling about. They were being held in a small military camp, stationed in a deep jungle. Their tent was picketed a few yards away from the main camp.

 

Outside, another pair of armed guards stationed at the entrance to the tent fell into step as they were yanked away towards the outskirts of the camp. The women were led past a convoy of camouflaged jeeps and other vehicles to a small clearing, full of sweaty, drunken men, feasting next to a roaring bonfire. Sharon noticed women among the men, dressed in little more than rags, serving food and drink.

 

The men groped the women and laughed.

 

The gathering circled a shallow pit that had been scraped out of the forest floor. Six thick wooden stakes wrapped with supple leather thongs had been driven deep into the packed earth in the center of the pit.

 

Hector sat under a canopy in a camp chair at the far lip of the pit, flanked by a pair of armed guards. He appeared lost in thought.

 

Anne and Sharon were led down a slope cut like a tunnel that opened into the pit and forced to kneel by the stakes. Their captors saluted Hector, and the crowd of shouting men grew quiet, until the only sounds were the crackle of the fire, and the loud baying of dogs from somewhere beyond.

 

Hector acknowledged the salute with a grunt and a nod.

 

Anne and Sharon were held down, kneeling and spread-eagled, and strapped tightly to the stakes with their arms lashed to the ground straight out in front of them.

 

“Let them loose.”

 

The men roared their approval. For the first time, Hector smiled. Sharon could hear Anne panting loudly.

 

She tried to comfort her friend. “Annie…?”

 

“N-nooo…!”

 

Anne shook her head frantically, staring at the crest of the slope, her eyes round and panicked. The barking grew louder, the sound suddenly noticeable over the cheers of the drunken men.

 

Sharon shouted to be heard. “Annie!”

 

Annie ignored her, and began screaming. Sharon turned to see the large, dark shapes as they appeared at the top of the pit, eyes red and gleaming in the firelight as they bounded swiftly down the incline towards them. Sharon’s mind froze, and for a moment, she truly wished she were dead. The realization of what was about to happen to them was sudden and crushing.

 

For the first time since her abduction, Sharon felt fear; and complete, total shame over what was to come.

 

“Oh God.” Anne cried, thrashing in her bonds. “No…please…”

 

And then the dogs were in the pit, snarling and biting. Sharon screamed as the first hound touched her naked flank. And then some thing cold and wet was between her legs, sniffing. She looked up at the cheering men, at the smiling Hector, and shook her head frantically.

 

“N-no…”

 

Claws raked Sharon’s buttocks and her back as the first hound scrambled at her flesh with its paws, climbing onto her back. It mounted her quickly from behind, sniffing at her hair, her face, its heavy body smashing her to the ground and knocking the breath from her lungs. The animal drooled on her back and jerked its hips against her, painfully gouging its swollen red member deep into her tender pussy.

 

Hector, along with his men and their dogs, caroused well into the night.

 

***

 

            The jungle was dark and quiet when Sharon woke. She heard the sound of running water, felt a warm spattering of moisture on her face. She groaned and opened her eyes. Anne was sprawled in the dirt, still tied, her breathing ragged. Sharon coughed dirt and foul tasting liquid out of her mouth. She hurt everywhere.

 

            Hector finished his piss, shook his cock and stuffed it back in his cargo pants.

 

            “Good morning, Senorita.”

 

            Sharon jerked back as a heavy knife was thrust into the ground next to her hands. She found herself staring at a pair of black boots, and looked up. Hector squatted next to her, his hands resting on his knees, his pair of guards at attention behind him.

 

            “F-fuck you.” Sharon spat the words.

 

            He smiled benignly and indicated the knife.

 

“This is for you, as are these.”

 

Hector waved a large, calloused hand and the guards tossed a pair of canteens and two backpacks onto the ground.

 

            “It is time that we are leaving this place, Senorita. I have been away for much too long. My men have waited patiently, and it is time for me to make my presence in my country felt once again.”

 

Hector smoothed his mustache, and continued.

 

“Do you understand why this happened?”

 

Sharon glanced at Anne and then glared at him, trembling.

 

“S-scum.”

 

“Ah. No. You see, you have brought these last few weeks on yourself.” He toyed with the hilt of the knife. “You killed my brother, you know?”

 

“I never hurt anyone.”

 

“That is untrue.”

 

Hector held up a finger, pointing at her. He unbuttoned his shirt pocket and removed the photo of Arturo and his family.

 

“Do you remember a man named Arturo Fernandez? No? Perhaps a woman called Isabelle, or a child named Emily?”

 

He brooded over the picture, his eyes smoldering, and then thrust the photo towards Sharon. He waited as recognition lit her eyes.

 

“You sent my brother to prison.”

 

Sharon shook her head, defiant.

 

“He…he was scum…”

 

Hector hit Sharon hard enough that lights danced behind her eyes.

 

“Arturo was a boy.”

 

He hit her again, knocking her head back and forth.

 

“A simple, loving boy, who forgave anyone their sins. A boy who wanted nothing more than to live in America, the land of hope and freedom. To live and love his family, yes? A dream he held dear, from when he was young; just a child, with me, living in the streets.”

 

Hector rocked back on his heels, staring.

 

“He wrote me, you see. He knew Isabelle was hiding something. She had been a drug addict when they met. He tried to help. But that whore…she took Arturo’s dream and crushed it.”

 

Hector jabbed at the picture with a blunt fingertip, his eyes narrowed.

 

“With your help.”

 

“I didn’t…” Hector raised his hand again, but Sharon kept going. “He molested his child! The evidence… He abused his wife…”

 

The look Hector gave Sharon froze her blood.

 

“Lies. The child was molested, yes. But you had no forensic match, yes? None of the DNA?  Where was your proof? You had no evidence, only the word of a crack whore. Who paid you and your friends to represent her? Hm? Can you answer that?”

 

Hector waited for her answer, grinding his teeth. When Sharon just shook her head, he continued.

 

“She was a simple waitress, yes? Who had no money, no family. Who? Who helped her? Do you know Isabelle and Emily died not a month after your lies sent my brother to prison? Did you bother to interview any of the employees at the restaurant, who all knew she was an addict? Did you?

 

Sharon continued shaking her head.

 

“Answer me, woman!”

 

“No! No…I…we believed her…”

 

Hector grabbed her face, forced her to look him in the eye.

 

“The man who paid for your fees is the same man who whored Isabelle and who raped her daughter. The same man who she and Emily were found dead with in flamed out drug house. The sick fuck who deluded you and your foolish partner into thinking that my brother…!”

 

Spittle foamed at the corners of Hectors mouth. One of the guards gently touched his shoulder. Hector rolled his neck and visibly brought himself back under control.

 

“I-I didn’t know…” Sharon stuttered. “I didn’t. Isabelle told me…”

 

“You believed her lies, and because of you, my brother was murdered in an American prison by a criminal who was trying to rape him.”

 

He stared at her numbly, the corner of his lip twitching.

 

“You foolish woman. Now do you understand? Your casual ignorance is no excuse for what you have done.”

 

Hector stood.

 

“You and that bitch took everything from him. His daughter. His life. That is the truth. The truth denied him because of your actions. Isabelle and the scum who caused this are beyond my grasp. But you are not. At the end, Arturo wanted you punished for your part in this. He wanted your lives and livelihoods destroyed, and your reputations ruined. That you suffer for your sins. But his last wish was that you understand.”

 

He stepped around Sharon and kicked Anne in the side.

 

“I would have killed you, yes. But Arturo understood. You were fallible. You are a zealous woman, Sharon Chapman. You believed you were doing the correct thing. The Lord’s work, yes? Helping the poor, the down-trodden. He did not want for you to die.”

 

He spit.

 

“So, I must see for myself. I work for you. Arturo’s assumption is correct. You are a fool, but a righteous fool.”

 

He shook his head, grinned, and knelt again. When he touched Sharon’s face, he was almost gentle.

 

“Sharon Chapman. I leave you with a choice. To live, or to die. I leave you and your woman these packs and this knife. Inside the packs are clothes and enough supplies to see a strong, trained man through three, four days in the jungle. The knife is close enough for you to saw through your binds, after a time.”

 

He pointed.

 

“There is an overgrown dirt road that heads directly north from this camp. If you follow the road, it winds through the hills and leads to a small village, many miles from here. By foot, a man might reach the town, perhaps after approximately eight days travel. Or…” The guards grinned. “You can take your friend and try your luck in the jungle. The knife has a compass. Cut your way through the bush, due north. You could save several days and your supplies would see you through, if you do not get lost. Fair warning: the jungle is dangerous. And even if you find your way through, either way, the people in the town are not fond Americans. They will not want to aid you. They may even kill you.”

 

Hector spit again, for emphasis.

 

“But if you are resourceful and willing to pay with your, say, womanly treasures, you may find a man in the village with a small prop plane that may be coerced to fly you fairly close to the border. There you will find only more trials. The American authorities are currently searching for two women attorneys, lesbian lovers who embezzled several million dollars from their firm. It is very sensational and dramatic; the story is on all the news stations.”

 

The guards actually chuckled at that; even Hector seemed pleased.

 

 “The Americans believe that the firm’s junior partner was murdered to keep her quiet, and the body hidden. And they speculate that one of the employees, a receptionist named Debbie Jones, had somehow discovered what happening and confronted the pair herself, instead of notifying the police.”

 

Hector bent his fingers into the shape of a pistol and pointed it at Sharon’s temple. Sharon flinched.

 

“They speculate that the women shot her in cold blood and then bolted from the country.”

 

“Oh, God, Debbie…” Sharon whispered, horrified, remembering the two loud popping sounds outside the van when they were taken. “No…”

 

“The authorities are also searching for another person of some interest, who may have known what really happened; the company janitor, who seems to have disappeared. They assume that perhaps he was in the country illegally, discovered the body after it had been dumped in the lawyers’ office, and has fled the country. ”

 

Hector stood and smoothed his mustache. He pulled his pistol from its holster and pointed it at Anne’s head.

 

No. Not again. Sharon screamed.

 

“No, no, no! God, please don’t shoot her…”

 

 Hector pulled the trigger. The gun dry-fired. Empty. Anne whimpered, cringing.

 

“You bastard. You fucking bastard.”

 

Hector laughed.

 

“It would be a mercy, you know, to kill her?”

 

He shrugged, appraising the battered women.

 

“You, Sharon, you are a strong woman. Strong both mentally and physically. You have proven this fact to me these last few weeks.”

 

He kicked at Anne again.

 

“This one, however, she is not. But…” He shrugged. “She has survived this far. Perhaps she will surprise me. Yes?”

 

Hector smiled and ejected the magazine into his hand. He loaded two bullets and racked the slide, sending a casing into the chamber, clicked on the safety, bent and set the pistol on the ground, just inches away from Sharon’s numb fingers. He took a thin plastic card from his shirt pocket and tossed it to the ground as well.

 

“These are for you. The card is for a numbered bank account. The account contains the money that was given me by your original kidnappers. It is enough to hide both of you safely from the authorities for a considerable time. Enough, perhaps, to begin a new life. The man with the plane has been instructed to give you more information if you so choose.”

 

He straightened, knees cracking.

 

“So, Sharon Chapman. Live or die. Those are your options.”

 

He glanced at the tree tops, sunlight just peeking overhead.

 

“Be quick. It is cool now; but the sun will rise soon, and the pit is unbearable when the sun is directly overhead. In your condition, you and your woman could easily expire here if you do not escape from your bonds by noon. The jungle is not forgiving. The pistol can provide you a quick end, if that is what you decide. A cleaner way to die than you provided for my brother.”

 

He turned to his men. “We are finished here. Come.”

 

And with that, Hector and his guards turned and strode out of the pit, leaving the women to the rising sun.

 

           

 

The rest of the foursome congratulated Dave on a good round. They all signed their scorecards and headed for the clubhouse to hand them in and wait for the rest of the players to finish. At fifteen, Dave was one of the younger players on the Merit Tour. There were forty juniors on the tour with six fifteen-year-olds and two fourteen-year-olds. He had played on it the previous year but only made three top ten finishes with none in the top five. He spent most of the fall and spring on the practice range and it was paying off big time. The six inches Dave grew over the winter gave his game length and practice gave him accuracy. He was now five-foot-eleven and weighed in at one hundred seventy pounds. The coming summer would hopefully lead to a provincial team position and visit to the nationals -- but that was a lot of swings away.

Dave returned to the hill behind the eighteenth green and looked over the course. He knew he was lucky to be a golfer living on Queen Ann Island. QAI has four world-class championship courses with a fifth due to open in a month or so. There are another half dozen extremely good courses and another half dozen moderate courses. QAI is the smallest province in Canada but doesn't have a shortage of golf courses. Aldebury is one of the Championship courses and has become Dave's favorite in the few short years he played it. Aldebury was also the favorite of his father, Roger. Roger liked the six par-three, six par-four, and six par-five format. Dave liked the fairness and challenge. Overlooking the river it is a beautiful course and a lot of fun to play. Truthfully, when a person shoots a 69, most courses are fun to play.

As the last groups finished, the next best player was at 71 but two of the top players -- Harvey Thompson and Randy Gallant -- were still on the course. Dave watched Harvey come up eighteen and he was about one hundred-fifty yards out for his second shot to the par-four. Harvey hit a decent shot to the green leaving a fifteen-foot putt that had a little left to right break. He rolled it over the corner but it did not drop and he finished with a par. Dave overheard Harvey say to a friend that he shot 70. Randy was in the last group and he was at the hundred yards marker with his drive. He hit his second shot to within two feet and sank the putt - Dave figured Randy must have had a low final score. When Dave got to the clubhouse he found out Randy actually had had two bad holes and was 73. Dave was the winner of the first tournament. The prize wasn't much but the points were important. The top four point winners at the end of July went to the nationals in British Columbia -- all expenses paid (the next four could go but had to pay $1,500 for expenses). Dave desperately wanted to go to the nationals. Roger said he would find the money if Dave finished fifth through eighth but hoped Dave could crack the top four. This was a great start.

Dave's buddy John Stewart drove him back to Edwardton. It was about a half hour drive. John and Dave were both finishing tenth grade at Edwardton High School; with three weeks left they couldn't wait for summer vacation. John was a top student - all his marks were in the ninety and higher. Dave worked hard (he wasn't gifted with brains) and did manage to stay on the Honor Roll. In their school that was for grades of eighty-five and above. Dave knew if he wanted a future in golf he needed good marks so he could go to a US college. That was his dream - the Tour, the next Tiger. It's fun to dream.

John asked if Dave wanted to hang out because it was Saturday night; with the warmer weather coming, all their friends were hanging around the fast food joints in town. Dave told John that he had promised his dad he would let him know how the round went today but he didn't have any other major plans for the night. John had just gotten his license last month and his dad got him an old clunker to get him around. John's license gave both of them a lot of additional freedom. John wasn't a total nerd; but anyone as smart as him was treated a little different. Then again, how often do nerds really think they are nerds? Both friends played hockey, which is considered "the sport" in Canada. They had both made their share of elite level "rep" teams but neither of them were stars. So they kind of fit in the middle ground between the true jocks and nerds. Dave was happy with this as he had some good friends who were considered jocks and others who were considered nerds. John dropped him off about 5:00 and Dave told John to call him at home in an hour.

When Dave got home, both his mother Carol and Roger were waiting anxiously. He thought Roger had probably been more nervous waiting than he had been playing. Dave said, "Dad, I shot 69. I won by one stroke."

A big smile came over Roger's face. He said, "I knew it. I had a good feeling all day. I want all the details."

Roger and Dave sat down in the tv room and they went over every hole and every shot. Carol went to the kitchen. Roger was excited and Dave felt good making him proud. Dave looked at Roger and saw him in a new light. He was like a kid with a new toy. Roger was in his early forties and worked hard. He gave his two sisters and him everything he could afford and, while they weren't rich, they didn't want for much. He never missed their Christmas concerts when they were young or Dave's hockey games or his daughters' gymnastics events. Roger was a big man at six-foot-two and just over two hundred pounds although right now his face looked like a ten-year-old. Dave felt older today. Between focusing all his concentration on the golf course, winning, and now seeing Roger so proud - he felt incredible inside. Just then Carol walked in. She said, "Supper's ready. Beth is at a friend's house and Julie will be downstairs in a minute; so it will be four of us tonight."

Roger got up and walked over to Carol and picked her off her feet while giving her a big kiss. Carol is a great looking woman. She's not quite forty and is only five-foot-two but she has an unbelievable body with lots of curves and short brown hair. Dave had fantasized about sucking her large breasts and fingering her hairy pussy since his first wet dream about her two years ago. Her breasts measure 36D (Dave discovered the exact size while searching her dresser and smelling her lingerie collection) and her ass is small and firm. They headed to the kitchen table where Carol had everything laid out. As they were sitting down, Julie came in. Julie is a year older than Dave and has Carol's looks except her hair is longer and blonder. She is taller than Carol by three inches and has a body to match. Her breasts are 34C (another raided dresser) and her legs are long and slender. Dave had also fantasized about having those gorgeous legs wrapped around his neck. Supper was relatively quiet. As they were finishing Dave asked, "Are there any plans tonight? John wants to hang out."

Roger said, "I play poker tonight so I'm leaving around 8:00 and won't be home until after midnight. So the only plans are for tomorrow. Dave, are we still heading out to the campground in the morning to make sure the trailer is set up right? We can play a round of golf afterward, if you want."

Dave had forgotten about promising to help with the trailer in the morning. "Sure, I'll help with the trailer but I don't think you're going to enjoy losing another round of golf to me tomorrow," Dave said. Roger just laughed.

Carol added, "I'm going to curl up with a good book tonight; but tomorrow Kate and I are going to the flea market. Beth is staying overnight at the Johnsons. Are you going out tonight, Julie?" Dave's mind drifted away as he thought about the imputed soft round parts of his aunt Kate, Carol's identical twin sister; he still had a hard time telling them apart either in real life or his dreams.

Julie replied, "Jack and I are going out tonight." Dave thought Jack was an asshole. Asshole because he was an arrogant prick who thought he was God's gift to women. Dave had been hoping Julie would see the light and dump his ass.

Just then the phone rang. Dave answered it. "Hello... Hi, John. Yes... I'll be waiting outside." Dave turned to his family, "I'll be home around 11:00. Good luck at cards, Dad. Have a good time, Julie."

Dave was waiting by the street when John pulled up. Their hanging consisted of visiting first one, then another of the local teen attractions to see who was there, say hello, and move on. They drove around town for a couple hours when suddenly John's car stalled and wouldn't re-start regardless of what he tried. He was really pissed off and it was obvious that the heap of junk wasn't going to start tonight. He called his dad who told him to call a tow truck. John said there was no need to wait with him so Dave decided to walk home. The nice thing about Edwardton is that, no matter where you are, you can walk to where you want to go in less than half an hour - usually about fifteen minutes.

It was a brisk twenty-minute walk home. As Dave walked up his street, he saw Jack's car screeching to a stop in front of their house. Julie jumped out and Dave heard her yell, "I never want to see you again!" She slammed the car door and went running into the house. Jack's car jerked to a start, went flying by Dave, and rounded the corner with tires squealing.

Dave always went in the house through the back door so he walked around back and came into the unlit kitchen. As he gently closed the door, he could hear crying and voices from the living room. Dave didn't normally listen in on private conversations (he did love looking at women's underwear but didn't normally eavesdrop on his family) but he was intensely curious to know what happened with Jack and Julie. So, without turning on the light, Dave quietly walked through the kitchen. He checked the large mirror on the living room wall that Carol had put in so she could see the front door from the kitchen. When Dave stood in the right spot he could see Carol sitting on the couch with her arm around Julie. Dave knew they couldn't see him because of the dark kitchen while he had a perfect view and could hear almost everything they were saying. The first thing Dave noticed was that Julie was dressed really sexy. She had on a white top with spaghetti straps and a short skirt. It was very obvious she wasn't wearing a bra because Dave could see her dark nipples through the material. His dick was getting hard and he had to switch his concentration to Carol or he would have to leave to beat off. Carol was dressed as she had been at supper in a navy skirt and white blouse. Julie was crying and sobbed. "Why doesn't Jack like me? We went to a restaurant and had a great meal but he kept flirting with the waitress. I know she was older but how can he not find me attractive? I dressed like this just for him and he was more interested in her. When she left I asked him if he liked what I was wearing and he said 'I love a woman in a long dress.' I asked. 'Don't you like what I wore for you tonight?' He said. 'You look great.' But the minute the waitress returned he was ogling her again. I told him he was an asshole and I wanted to go home. He said fine and that he was tired of my little girl games anyway. Mom, what is wrong with me?" Julie started crying even louder.

What Julie didn't know was that Jack was having problems getting a stiffy. As soon as he would get intimate with a girl he went limp as a noodle. He learned to lead beautiful girls on but then had to dump them when they were ready to have sex with him. Unable to face his shortcomings, Jack was compelled to be continuously seeking greener pastures. His image was more important to him than his morals. Dave was right - Jack was a shallow, arrogant prick. He deserved to have a limp dick problem.

Dave's heart took a huge turn. He was furious. He couldn't understand how that asshole did not see how gorgeous Julie was. Carol hugged Julie and said. "Julie, you are a beautiful person in a beautiful body. I don't know why Jack can't see that - but it is definitely his loss."

Dave couldn't believe what happened next. Astonishingly, Julie abruptly pushed back, lifted her top over her tits, and said. "Is there something wrong with these? Do they look funny to you? Do they feel funny? What is wrong?" As she said it she took Carol's hands and put them squarely on her bared tits. She added, "Squeeze them. Aren't they normal? Why does Jack ignore them and ignore me?"

Julie was distraught and Carol was trying to calm her down. Julie had always acted very self-confident but, like all sixteen-year olds, she hid her fear of rejection. Julie had had only one sexual experience; unfortunately, it was a bad one. She had had too much to drink at the previous year's prom and let her boyfriend at the time penetrate her. She wasn't too drunk to stop him but the alcohol had let her do something she didn't truly think she was ready for. The boyfriend was a virgin at the time as well and really just wanted to lose the virgin title; being inexperienced, the sex was short and basically unsatisfactory. Julie had hoped that Jack would be her first good sexual experience and was ready to go all the way with him tonight.

Carol had a strange expression on her face but she didn't pull her hands away. When Carol was in university she had several close experiences with other women and loved the intimacy those relationships had provided. Her husband Roger was a very loving man and satisfied her sexually; however, she often fantasized about doing some erotic things with the women currently in her life - Julie, Beth and Kate. In real life, she had encouraged a conservative environment in the MacDonald home. Nudity was not common in the house even though she had sometimes fantasized about walking around nude and teasing Roger and her children. She had on one occasion caught Beth trying to flash her breasts at Dave and scolded her for that; but in truth she enjoyed the show and was jealous that she could not bring herself to do the same. She had dreamed of touching and caressing both Beth's and Julie's newly mature breasts but suddenly wasn't sure what to do now that Julie's were actually lying in her hands waiting to be fondled, waiting to be sucked.

Dave's blood supply was rushing in several directions at once and he was afraid his blushing would radiate so much heat the two women would notice him lurking in the darkness.

Carol finally squeezed the offered orbs and Dave thought he was going to blow a load right there. His dick was throbbing and he couldn't even touch his zipper or he knew he would have a major cleanup job in his shorts. Julie's tits were perfectly round and looked just like two ripe grapefruits. In the cool air, her perky nipples were getting harder by the second and looked like pink pencil erasers. Dave watched Carol as she seemed to take control of the situation. "Julie, they feel perfect and they are perfect. I just wish mine were as firm as yours," she said as she ran her hands lightly over Julie's firm breasts feeling her own juices start to flow. Carol was afraid Julie would realize she was enjoying the feel of her perfect breasts so she pulled her hands away. Carol wanted to replace her hands with her mouth but instead she collected herself and sat back. She was shocked by Julie's next bombshell request.

"Really?" Julie asked, "Can I see yours?"

If Dave had been breathing, he would have gasped. As it was, he almost tumbled to the floor and interrupted the scene playing out in the family living room. "What next?" Dave thought as his member throbbed against its confinement.

                It was Monday April 12^th 8:30pm. I had just finished a meeting with Kevin T., one of my most trusted stewards. We were putting the finishing touches on a new church initiative that we had intended to present to the Deacon board at the next meeting on Thursday. Katrina came to my office in tears and wanted to speak to me alone about a private issue. Since Kevin and I were finished he said he was headed home to get some rest so that he could get up a go to his full time job the next morning with the post-office. That left Katrina and I alone to discuss her situation. After I calmed her down and got her to stop crying so hard she was able to tell me that she was upset that she had found out earlier that day that Stanley, her husband of 6 months, had been cheating on her since the day they met. To make matters worst he had not only slept with other women, some of which she had known personally, there was also evidence that Stanley had been engaging in sexual activity with a known neighborhood transsexual named Carmen. Katrina had asked Stanley what was it about her that would make him want to cheat and sleep with just about anyone and every thing. They argued back and forth and eventually Stanley told her that she gave terrible head and was unimaginative in bed and he wanted and needed someone who could make his toes curl. Of course Katrina felt less than a woman to be outdone in the sex area by even another man dressed up to look like a woman. I tried as hard as I could to convince Katrina that the thoughts she were having were the work of the devil himself and that she was a beautiful attractive and dynamically strong black woman and that she should not let this incident destroy her self-confidence.

At times I think I was reaching Katrina but at other times I couldn’t stop her from crying. I had run out of tissue and I excused myself to go to the storage room real quick to get a fresh box of Kleenex. When I returned. Katrina had removed her sweater and had unbuttoned her blouse. She either was not wearing a bra in the first place or she had removed it also. Either way she revealed to me the most beautiful pair of size40d breast that I had ever seen. I must confess that I thought she was “blessed in the chest” when she and her husband came forward as we opened the doors of the church to new members during service about 3months ago. Of course I couldn’t say what I was thinking it would not have been very professional or ethical of me…would it?

Now mind you I am a happily married man of the cloth with children. My marriage like any other marriage goes through some trying times. I know my wife gets fed up with the long hours I spend at the church at times and I have been spending even more time at the church since we decided to undertake the building of a new sanctuary. This pissed my wife off to the max. So much that she had taken herself and the two smallest of our children back to Good-hope Alabama for a couple of weeks. It just so happened that her leaving was in timed with Spring Break and I was able to cover that up by saying that she took the Kids to see the grandparents over Spring break. In fact it had been almost a little over a month from the last time my wife and I made love to the time that Katrina came into my office. Like most men who have waited that long between sexual releases I was easily placed in a state of arousal. But back to the incident at hand.

I had reminded Katrina that she was in the house of the lord and that kind of behavior was not appropriate. Katrina looked at me and said “ I know where I am…maybe it’s the little devil in me needing to be exorcised by the juices of your loins…aren’t you going to save me from my sinful self reverend?” I was shocked. I began to insist that Katrina put back on her shirt. She said “if you want it on me...you come and put it on me. While you’re at it come and put my panties on me too…oops I aint wearin no panties ...guess you have to put my skirt on me only then” with that she took off her skirt and revealed a completely shaved bronze colored pussy. My cock instantly stood up at attention and she noticed the large bulge of my 9.5-inch curled up snake showing in the print at the front of my pants. She said...ooh reverend looks like that evil serphant snake wants to come out and punish my naughty pussy…ohh reverend Ray please spank me for I have been a bad bad girl…I touch myself like this all the time” she reached down and place the middle finger of her right hand between her legs and into her pussy then placed her finger into her mouth, tasting her own sweet pussy necter. Upon tasting her own juices she let a sensual moan then said...”So reverend is it a sin to taste my own pussy juice and fuck myself with my hand,” I told her that she was wrong and that she needed some guidance in her life…to which she said...” I don’t think I need guidance…I need a good spankin…will you spank me reverend…I need it so bad” by now my cock was harder than reinforced steel surrounded by layers of concrete. I knew it was wrong but by now I only wanted to bend Mrs. Simpson over my office desk and fuck her as hard as I humanly could from the rear. I think she sensed that I was going to participate in her game since I didn’t forcibly put her out of my office. She walked up to me and I was frozen in place. I know it sounds corny in this day and age but I had only been intimate with one woman prior to meeting and subsequently marrying my wife. I had never actually met any woman that was as aggressive as Katrina was…I must admit that I liked it…I really liked it. Katrina reached down to my crotch area and undid my zipper and belt. As she lowered my pants to my ankle she simultaneously dropped to her knees in front of me. My cock was sticking straight out and it was level to Katrina’s mouth. Katrina griped my cock and stroked it with both hands and then kissed the head gently and said…”oh reverend what would you like me to do to show how much I appreciate you showing me your guidance in my hot sensual moment of need”…O.K by now I had gotten into this bad preacher role and had made the choice to play along. I told her to “remain on your knees and worship the item that you so beholdth in your hand my child.”  She said, “but reverend my mama told me the good book said I should not worship anything but God” I told her “silence my unworthy child!!! You are to speak no more…thy shall only suck gently on my hard pulsating shaft of pleasure until my seed of life is released within that unholy mouth of yours…only upon swallowing the seed of my loin will you be worthy to address me.” With that I violently pulled Katrina by the back of her hair, forcing her mouth to come open. I then shoved my cock down her throat until the base of my shaft could no longer be seen. I held it in place like that until I heard Katrina about to gag then I pulled my cock out so she could get her breath. Before she knew it I had again pulled her hair back and shoved my shaft deep inside of her mouth this time she was prepared and did not gag. This went on for about 10 minutes; Katrina was quite the skillful cocksucker she knew just how to take this meat down her throat without gagging.  Katrina said upon me letting her come up for her next breath of air “oh good reverend may I have the honor of removing your shoes so that I may worship your feet by bestowing a kiss upon them.” I thought, damn I had never had my feet sucked before my wife always said that was nasty and that I was lucky she let me put my dick in her mouth ever so often. Of course I said yes to Katrina I was willing do almost anything she wanted to do. When she undid my shoes she also removed my pants so that we were both naked. She stood up with my pants in her hand and walked over toward the office door, I thought she was going to turn the lights down but instead she opened the door and said as she ran out.” if you want your pants come and get them” like a kid I fell for the trick and chased her. We ended up in the sanctuary…O.K I know this is the lowest of lows but that’s where we ended up. She stopped running or I caught her right at the front row of prubes. I caught her from behind and cupped those 40d titties in the palm of my hands. I had never touched such large soft beautiful breast. I didn’t know exactly how to handle them, she must have sensed it as she told me to squeeze he nipples hard. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she let out a loud moan of pleasure. I told her she was being very bad by running into the sanctuary. Katrina pulled away from my hold and went to the front prubes and placed both her knees on the seat and bent her body over the back of the row of prubes so that here ass was directed to me. She then said.” you’re right I am being bad and I should be punished don’t you think so reverend”. The sight of her bent over the prubes with all that ass and pussy exposed to me from the rear got my blood boiling. I grabbed my belt from my pants wrapped it around my hand so that only about a foot or so was showing and I approached her from the rear. I place my hands on her back to steady myself as I plunged my hard cock deep inside her hot box. That had to be the warmest, smoothest, tightest pussy ever made. My cock fit inside her like a glove, like it was meant to be there. I began stroking her pussy with my cock. In and out I went deeper and deeper I went with every stroke. I realized that I was hitting the back of her pussy wall and I was not all the way in.... I still had about four inches of cock meat that had not been inserted inside Katrina’s pussy walls. Katrina was screaming “oh shit...oh shit that hurts…you’re too big …oh daddy that hurts so good...fuck that pussy reverend…bless that pussy with your cock…oh...holy shit...I going to cum I going to cum” with that I took the belt I was holding and smacked her hard on her ass…she said ouch Oh shit…spank it baby spank that ass…I smacked her again and told her...I didn’t say you could cum yet…don’t you cum yet you unholy wench… and I smacked her twice this time on her ass even harder than before…she said I’m sorry reverend I won’t cum I won’t cum til you let me...I told her to shut-up and take this dick…She said “yes baby” and I reached back and smacked her hard on her ass again with the belt and said “didn’t I say shut up…I don’t want to hear nothing but my balls hitting your ass” and with that I smacked her ass again. I was getting into this when she pushed back, nearly knocking me to the floor and into the church drum set. As she was pushing away I heard her say “oh no I can’t take it I’m cuming hard...” She pushed away and ran toward the alter. I caught her from behind lowered her to the floor where I reached under her thighs, pushed her legs back toward her ears, exposing nothing but pussy and pumped my 9.5inches of rock hard man meat all the way into her soaking wet pussy. I held her legs up to her head as I positioned myself to fuck her froggy style. I pumped her pussy hard and fast for what seemed like at least 30mins straight. In the middle of my attack of her pussy ironically all she could say was “oh god …Oh god…I’m cuming Ohhh I cuming…fuck me damit fuck this pussy reverend…shit here I cum again….ohhhhh shit I cuming” By now we were both sweating like pigs. sweat was dripping from my body onto hers, sweat was dripping from my forehead getting into my eyes and burning like hell I couldn’t see and I was too into fucking Katrina to bother with wiping my face, besides the sweat would only come back.  I continued fucking Katrina hard and fast and then I realized she had not said a word in about a few minutes. I looked down as I pumped the pussy harder and deeper faster and faster, and I could see Katrina’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, tears were coming from her eyes in between the beads of sweat, she was no longer breathing from her mouth she could only breath thru her nose as she was grasping for air with her mouth. At that point I knew I had just about fucked the shit out her and it was time for me to get my nutt on…That didn’t take long I only had to look down and those size 40twins bouncing from side to side and look at how deep I was putting this cock inside of her with every stroke and it was enough to bring me to the point of no return…I felt my balls filling with cum as I concentrated on bringing myself to a finish. I was just about there when I pulled out reached up and grabbed Katrina’s head, pulled her by her hair and shoved my cock down her throat. This time as Katrina bobbed her head to accept my cock offering I released at least a gallon of hot steaming man seed down her throat. To my surprise Katrina was able to swallow every last bit of my cum juice. Finally, when the last drop of my seed had been lapped up by Katrinas eager and talented mouth we both just fell out right there on the alter. As we cooled down, I looked over at her and told her “ you my child are now worthy to speak in this holy temple” Katrina smiled and said “ Shit you damn right I’m worthy reverend…can I get the preacher to say amen” I said Amen sister Amen. We both laugh a bit as we lay there.

I knew I would never look at this church pulpit the same again, knowing how I had sinned on the holiest of ground. I also knew that I could never see my wife sitting in the first row of prubes again, you see the spot where I was spanking Katrina’s ass with my belt was the exact seat that my wife sits in every Sunday service. It just won’t be the same.

When Katrina and I got up from the floor of the alter and composed ourselves we made it back to my office where we showered and got redressed. I offered Katrina a ride home, as I had realized that it was a little past 11pm. On the ride home I told Katrina that I was wrong to take advantage of her like that and that I should have been stronger and offered her more guidance to solving her problem with her husband and that if she would trust me as her spiritual leader I would make amends to her by counseling her and husband in marriage counseling with the ultimate goal of restoring their strong bond of marriage and the vows they had taken with each other. Katrina looked at me and said as we pulled into her drive way that she had something to tell me. She said that she and her husband were not having marital problems. She had lied and made up the story. In fact she said her husband was away on business in some town called good-hope Alabama and that he should be home in a couple of days. Katrina said she was horny as hell as her husband left for his trip while she was on her period and she didn’t get a chance for a “hook-up” she knew that my wife had been out of town on vacation with the children, as word had passed among the congregation, and she thought that I would be as horny as she was. She was right. As Katrina got out the car I couldn’t help but smile and think “Damn”…I knew it was just too much of a co-incidence that my wife and Katrina’s husband went to the same small town in bum-fuck Alabama at the same time. I also knew that there was no way I could confront my wife with my suspicions without arousing her suspicions about how I came about my knowledge. I guess this is the only means I have to confess my sins. I know it was wrong, I know I should not have let the devil work his tricks, I know that someday the secret of this event will eat at my insides, I know all these things, but I also know that I am human and humans sometime behave bad…but damn it felt so good to behave so bad this time!!!…Thank you for listening to my confession.  If you like this story let me know chitownblkguy@hotmail.com

            He had to get Kaci to her own bed at the very least.   Extricating himself from his daughter’s arms, he picked her naked form up and carried her to room.   He laid her gently on her princess bed, her golden red hair spilling effortlessly over the pink pillows.  David stood there a moment, taking her in as the first sunlight peeked through the window.   Her skin was so perfect and fine along the straight contours of her body.   Her nipples, like rosebuds waiting to bloom, slightly hard from the coolness of the morning air.   His eyes moved lower to the hint of baby fat in her pussy lips and small wisp of angel hair.    Kaci stirred, shifting to her side and drawing her legs up into a fetal position as her thumb found her mouth.   She suckled it.  Mesmerized, David ‘s cock stirred with her.  “God no,” he thought, “please have mercy.”

 

            His eyes moved down her body, taking in her perfect little bottom.   The way her knees were drawn up he could glimpse just a hint of her little pussy.  It was then he saw the blood, evidence of his cock’s foray into her virgin chasm.  Panicked he went to the bath and wet a washcloth.   Sitting on the bed next to his sleeping child, David lightly began to wash her, his fingers gently separating her delicate nether lips as he cleaned away the remnants of her childhood and with it, traces of the seed that made her.   

 

            “Daddy?”  Kaci breathed sleepily as she felt her father’s hand on her hips and his ministrations to her pussy.   She turned to look at her daddy and smiled, “Are we going to slide again?’

 

            Her words teased David’s resolve and he shuddered lightly.   “No angel.  Sit up here and look at me, princess,”  he said gently, his voice wavering as her eyes found his.   “You know I love you more than anything in the world, baby.   But we can’t ever do that again, kitty and it’s gotta be our secret.”

 

            Kaci looked deep into her father’s eyes curiously.   “You mean ‘cuz Mommy won’t like it?”  she pouted, her lower lip looking eminently kissable.  David nodded, not having the heart to admit what they shared was wrong or what devastating consequences it might have should it be known beyond the two of them.

 

            Kaci was angry.  When she drifted off to sleep in her father’s arms, she’d never felt closer to him. He had been inside her and somehow that meant he was hers and no one else’s.   Now it seemed he was so far away.   She wanted him back.  Looking at him, her eyes pleading, Kaci wrapped her fingers around her father’s semi hard cock, stroking it gently.   David moaned involuntarily.  He had to stop this.

 

            “Kaci, angel, no,” he said as his hand pulled hers away from his now rock hard and rebellious cock as he willed his mind over the incestuous lust that had temporarily taken him last night.

 

            Kaci, however, was not to be so easily dissuaded.  Her young sex had been awakened and she wanted her Daddy.   Her eyes were determined as she  rose up on her knees to kiss him.  Her lips softly touched his and she began to shower him with the littlest, pleading baby kisses.   “Please Daddy,” she said in the softest voice.

 

            As her arms went around his neck, David felt himself being carried away.  He instinctively pulled her to him.   Kaci’s small hard nipples pressed into his warm chest as his hands caressed the small of her back and rounded buttocks.  His fingers found their way to touch her tiny little pucker and then lower to feel the wetness growing between her legs.  Kaci’s scent grew stronger as her body heat rose.  The sweet smell was intoxicating.   David knew he had to taste her.   He’d die if he didn’t.

 

            “Lie back angel”  he instructed gently as he positioned himself between her small legs.   Kaci looked down at her daddy as his face neared her pussy.  David’s fingers opened her as his tongue found her clit.   God her taste was so sweet and delicate.  His tongue circled her and flicked at her button.  He was amazed at how responsive Kaci had become.   Her small hips were soon rising to meet his probing tongue as he dipped it inside her and then back to her little clit.

 

            Kaci moaned as her hands found their way through her father’s hair.  His tongue felt even better than sliding.  Instinctively she began to push her cunny into his face, wanting more as she felt the little rushes of pleasure run through her body.  Her lithe young body squirming under the ministrations of her daddy’s tongue the closer her orgasm neared.

 

            David held Kaci’s hips tightly as he drove her over the edge, vaguely aware of her calling out as he lapped up the juices that were spilling from her.  God she tasted like heaven!  He was intoxicated.  Even as he felt her body shudder and relax, he knew he’d need more.

 

            “Daddy,”  Kaci breathed as her father nestled his body beside her, holding her close, “I love you.”   Her words seemed to have the opposite effect that she intended on her father as David’s guilt began to crest again.  Looking in his eyes, she knew he was changing again.  But nothing is more resolute than a possessive child.    Remembering his instructions from the night before, Kaci set her mind on her daddy’s penis.   If he could lick her, she could lick him!

 

            David released her from his arms when Kaci pulled away thinking she was going to go to the bathroom.  Racked with guilt, his cock had subsided.   He rolled on to his back eyes searching for answers in the canopy of his daughter’s bed.   It was then he felt her small hand touch his cock and then her tongue touch its head and begin to lap at it.

 

            “Oh God, angel, no,”  David protested as he felt the blood rush into his member yet again.   “Princess, ugh”   In seconds, he was helpless.  The sheer erotic nature of having his daughter hold his cock and touch her baby lips vanquished guilt and reason in one instantaneous blow.

 

            Kaci was thrilled with when she saw her daddy’s penis swell.   It meant he felt good.  Remembering how she played with his leaking tip the night before, she concentrated her efforts on his smooth helmet.   Her pink tongue swirling over its head, exploring, eliciting a gasp from her father as it pressed inside his cum slit.

 

            “Oh yes kitty, lick Daddy like a candy cane,”  David instructed, his voice shaking as he felt his balls get heavy.   Kaci was nothing if not a fast learner.  David watched as she sucked his cock into her small mouth.   The sight of it nearly made him cum, but he held back wanting to prolong his pleasure.  Then,  just as he expected after years of telling her not to smack her lips when eating candy, she pulled her mouth off of him with a loud smack.    As a little precum leaked down the underside of his helmet, she used the flat of her tongue to lick the salty liquid away.

 

            “Still salty Daddy,”  she purred, loving the new power she had over her Daddy.  She could make him do what she wanted.  As she kneeled up between his legs, her own needs were growing.   Kaci moved her hand down and began to rub herself.  Her fingers moving against her clit, swollen and tingling.

 

            David watched Kaci’s face, amazed.  In her first hours of womanhood, his daughter’s sexuality blew him away.  Masturbating herself for him, her eyes half closed, the memories of how beautiful she looked as he took her virginity the night before raced through his mind.   His cock was straining.   God he had to have her again.

 

            “Angel, you know Daddy loves you so much,”  he rasped, doing very little to disguise the urgency in his voice.   “Let Daddy teach you how to feel even better, baby.”    Clearly he was going to hell, he knew that.   But he wanted this more than life itself at the moment.   David reached out and pulled his daughter up, having her stand with her legs on either side of his hips.  She looked at him expectantly, her fingers wet with her own cum.

 

            “It’ll be like riding a horsy, baby.   We’re going to slide Daddy’s penis up inside you again, okay?”  David managed a soothing instructive tone as he helped Kaci lower herself towards his cock.

 

            “Okay Daddy.”  Kaci smiled sexily, as she lowered herself towards her father’s rigid cock.   David held his cock in one hand while guiding her hips with the other.   As soon as she was close enough, he ran the tip through the length of her wet slit, causing her to shudder.   A little soft moan.

 

            “Ready, princess?”  David asked as he held the tip at her tight young pussy,  “You take as much as you want, angel, and Daddy will make you cum like a big girl.”

 

            For the second time, Kaci felt her father’s cock inside her.  Taking him slowly, this time there was no pain, just a somewhat pleasurable feeling of being stretched.  As she grew accustomed to his size inside her, she found herself wanting more and allowed him deeper.   The slowness with which she took him in, drove David mad.   He needed to fuck her, but it was so good he wanted to make it last.   He held her hips and encouraged her, “That’s good angel, just a little deeper.”

 

            “Is it all inside Daddy?”  Kaci asked looking in his eyes for approval. “Can I slide on it now?”

 

            David moaned his assent. Kaci was squatting over his cock as she began to move up and down on him.   He looked at her face, eyes closed, her teeth pressing into her pouty lower lip so seductively as her pace began to quicken.  God she was so wet.  Her tight little cunt gripping him as she fucked herself with his cock.   He watched in awe as her tight lips took him and left his cock wet with her baby juices.    He needed more.

 

            Kaci’s own needs were growing.  She instinctively drove herself to move faster and faster on her father’s cock, riding him harder.  She felt the electric pulses beginning to go off inside her as her hands found her little clit and began to rub.  Suddenly, all she could think of was how good she needed to feel.  

 

            David couldn’t hold back when he saw her.    As soon as Kaci began to finger herself, his hips began to buck, meeting her motions with animalistic vigor.  Kaci gasped as she felt his cock thrust up inside her even deeper.  The little squeaks and moans she was making drove him insane.   And then it happened, Kaci’s cunt clenched his cock hard as the first wave of her orgasm overtook her.  David grabbed her hips and thrust deep, his head hitting her cervix, fucking her through it.  God she was so exquisitely tight.   He could feel the cum rising in his cock until her spasms finally milked him over the edge.  It felt like had seen the white light of heaven as he exploded, unloading countless mini thrusts of cum into his baby’s pussy.

 

            Kaci was the first to speak as she lay on her father’s chest, her body spent holding him inside her.  David breathing slow and steady, as he enjoyed the little aftershocks of her pussy sporadically contracting on his cock.    “I love you so much Daddy,” she breathed,  “I want it always to be like this.”

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She then turned and looked at me, and said "Can I ask you a personal question?", I reply with "Sure, whats yor question Kate" putting some closeness into saying her name. "I dont wanna tell you here. I'll be in the tobacco room later. Meet me there, okay?". I suddenly though of three things at once, the first was she might like me, the second was she likes me as a friend and fancys somebody else and third she could just want to talk. Finally I replied with "Erm sure, i'll watch for when you go in" with very keen eyes I didnt add.

Finally with only 35 minutes till closing time she enters the cigs room. I walk in and she wasnt in the front room, so I check the bond room where the back-up cigs are held, and there she is in the corner, she looks at me and says in a whisper "Is anybody else here? in the front room or near?" I peek out, and see nobody else, I shake my head and she lunges forward at me.

This took me by suprise as I felt her hands on my body, her lips on my cheek, she moves her lips to my ears and wispered so softly I almost missed it "I want you Rob, right here, right now". Who was I to say no!

Within moments I have been pushed back onto a crate and she was sitting onto of me, she used both her hands to pull off my jumper, and undo my shirt . then with one hand she unbuckeld my belt, trousers and pants in one go, and pulled them down revealing my already erect penis, she said"OH! already? do you have any control!", i reply with "no, you seem to control everything!" she then pulled her own clothes off, starting with her jumper, then shirt, then skirt.

First thing I did then was stare at her perfect body, which I could only have imagined moments ago. She then, with no slowing down, moved her firm hips over my cock and inserted me into to her tight trimmed blonde pussy. This felt like nothin I had ever felt before, she was soft but firm, hard but gently, perfect. She just left my cock in her and she just sat there, with me in her. She bent forward and we started to kiss, using my tounge to massage her own, then I found my hand moving towards her chest and ass cheek. I grasped her ass and she moved up and pulled me out of her, then she droped back and forth, following the motion of my arm. She started to moan, quietly she groaned as she pounded my cock , moving slowly more rapidly and she said to me "Oh OHH! Harder and HARDER! Dont Stop!". I took this as a message and started to push into her, I look to her pussy and see my cock disapear into her, then revealing to see it glimmer in the light, then dissapear again into here.

after a few minutes she said, or moaned "Oh my god! im gonna...", she then clenched her thighs and grapsed my arm so tight while she bit into my neck, and I felt a hot liquid druel over my legs, so I knew she had just cum. She slowed down but now it was my turn, we spun around so i was now onto of her, then really gave her a go. Pumping into her pussy as hard and fast as i could manage, thrusting into her soaking pussy. Cum seeping out of her with every thrust. I look at her face and see nothing but pure ecstacy. Then we made eye contact and we held it, pumping away into her and ifinally iwas ready to cum, she said "Not into me. Not yet!". So i withdrew my dick from here and shot my load onto her chest.

Then i just lay next to her, trying to catch our breath, then we hear the announcement that means were about to close shop! 30 minutes we spent together, how many customers must have seen, or heard us, we wernt sure even if staff didnt notice. We used some paper towels stored in the cornert to clean off ourselves and best we could. We got dressed and walked out. there was no customers waiting, no staff abouts. This was perfect timing. Nobody even noticed we were missing so we both said "See you tomorrow." as if nothing happened...

I then kissed my way down to her inner thighs where I stayed for a short time while I softly rubbed her pussy lips with my fingers. I then licked from bottom to the top of her pussy to take in all the sweet juices. At the top of each lick I made sure to give a lite suck on her clit. I did this over and over making sure not to insert my tongue or fingers to bring her to full excitement. I then began to only suck on her clit only to stop every now and again to blow cool air over her wet pussy. This drove her wild as she began to beg me to fuck her.

I said I would not yet but I would fuck her with a toy of her choice. She agreed and asked for the big one. This surprised me as she usually does not ask for that one as it is about two inches wide and eight inches long. So I went to our box of goodies and grabbed that monster of a dildo. I positioned myself at the opening of her pussy and began to rub the length of the dildo up and down her pussy lips to lubricate it. I positioned the huge head at her pussy opening and before i could do anything she pushed herself down the bed and pulled in the entire length of the toy. This surprised me as she has never taken all of it before. I held it there, all the way in and began to suck on her clit. She slowly moved her hips to move the toy around inside her while I licked and sucked her clit. I then pulled it out almost all the way and quickly shoved it all back in. I did this a few times before she begged me to fuck her with my cock.

I pulled the huge toy out and quickly replaced it with my cock. I love a wet pussy like hers and it felt awesome to finally get to enter her. I only got in a few strokes before I was ready to cum so I pulled out. Before I could even say a word she was on her hands and knees waiting for me to go at it again. I was not yet in control of my cock so I inserted two fingers to rub her G spot. She climaxed in a very short period of time and by then I was ready to hammer it home. I slid all the way into her and enjoyed the feeling for a short time before I started to roughly move in and out of her from behind. She met my every thrust in with a hard push back onto me. While grabbing her beautiful full ass I rammed my cock all the way in one more time and came deep inside her just as she was climaxing as well. Her pussy convulsed around my cock and seemed to pull out every drop before letting my pull out. We then collapsed onto the bed all sweaty and fully satisfied. Just to think that is only the first day back!

I immediately went down and took Mona from the front licking her pussy while Nolan was eating her asshole. This made her move with excitement and pleasure. She never experienced two guys eating her pussy and ass like crazy. The more we ate her the faster she was moving her hips for more. Because this position was not comfortable to her, she asked us to go to the bedroom. She held Nolan’s hard cock and dragged him from his cock to the bedroom. Watching my wife holding Nolan’s cock, like she was afraid to lose it or go limp,  heading to the bedroom, her ass cheeks were moving up and down and her asshole was wet with Nolan’s saliva. It looked like Nolan was trying to lubricate her asshole for fucking it without using any creams.

In the bedroom Mona sat on the bed in front of us fingering her wet pussy. She asked Nolan to suck my cock and he did. She came closer and went down on her knees and started sucking my balls while Nolan was sucking my hard cock mercilessly. I did not want to cum, I wanted to enjoy more fucking and sucking. I pulled Nolan’s head away from my cock. I started kissing Mona while she was kneeling in front of my rock hard cock. I helped Mona to her feet while still kissing her so gently. At that time Nolan was fingering her pussy and licking her juice from his fingers. He was hot and impatient. With the music on, we started dancing on an erotic soft music. While Mona and I were kissing Nolan was kissing her neck from behind.

I started to kiss Mona from the other side of her neck and noticed how she was melting from pleasure. While watching Nolan taking my wife tits in his hands caressing them and squeezing them, I noticed Mona holding his cock and masturbating him .Nolan’s fingers were wet with the pussy juices. Nolan then turned her around and started kissing her. While they were kissing and Nolan still finger-fucking Mona I reached up and started kissing her ass and thighs. Mona was watching and craving for Nolan’s hard big cock. Seeing another mans cock for the first time in about ten years she couldn’t wait to put her mouth around its egg size head. Mona took Nolan’s cock in one hand and looked at me for my OK, I said suck that cock baby show him what he is in for tonight.

Mona slowly started to put that 7” thick egg size head cock in her mouth inch by inch until her lips bottomed out and gagging on his balls. Nolan’s cock was thick and hard. This dick was more than any time ever ready to fuck his friend’s wife right in his house in front of him. After about several minutes of Mona sucking his cock, he couldn’t help it. He came on her lips and face and breast.

Nolan was very much excited that his cock never got limp. He slid down and continued to rub his cock in Mona’s pussy then plunged it again until his balls met her asshole. I slowly went down and placed my mouth as close as I could to my fucked wife’s creamy pussy. It was so excited to watch a hard big cock pumping my wife’s wet pussy. Nolan was pumping in a speed I never was able to match it. He was like a vibrator, thrusting my wife’s pussy deeper and deeper and my wife was screaming from pleasure, fuck me harder, harder. Nolan was up to it, he did not disappoint her. By now the bed was so wet from so much squirt and pussy juice. That was the first time when I saw my wife squirting. She never new she can squirt.

The pleasure and the first threesome erotic experience was beyond her expectation. Hearing the moaning of my wife under Nolan taking his merciless thrusts with pleasure, Nolan started to scream, I am cumming. Watching them in the best fucking mood, Nolan started to shoot his cum in Mona’s wet twat and he emptied the cum held in his balls completely until they were dry. Slowly and hesistantly , Nolan pulled his cock out of my wife’s drenched pussylike it was in a battle and lied on the bed next to her. He gave her a kiss of satisfaction telling her how great she is.

Mona turned towards me and she started to kiss me with passion. Mona demanded me to lie down and she mounted my cock with those pretty tits in my face. While I was fucking her from the bottom, Nolan was hard again and he started eating her pussy and she was about to explode cum all over my dick. As we kept fucking , Nolan was eating my wife’s pussy and he was also licking my dick. Nolan wanted more of Mona’s pussy so I got up and told him to again fuck her good. Nolan’s cock slowly entered my wife’s hot red  pussy and again  I got close enough to see Nolan’s cock slide in all the way to the balls. This is what I always wanted to see my wife fucking another hard big cock.

After watching Nolan fucks Mona’s pussy, I wanted her to suck me off while she was fucking Nolan. I couldn’t hold on too long until I was about to cum, all this was more than I could take. I pulled my exploding dick out of Mona’s mouth and began Cumming all over her lips and face, To my surprise Nolan leaned over and licked my cum off my wife’s face and she loved it as he kissed her with my cum on his lips.

 Then Mona demanded that it was her time to call the shots, she wanted Nolan to lay down on the bed, Nolan’s cock still hard and hasn’t cum yet, she climbed on top of Nolan’s cock and told me to fuck his mouth. Nolan had 7” thick big head cock up her pussy and I was about  7 inches plus up her ass, she didn’t know what to expect but she was in shear heaven with Nolan and I fucking her ass and pussy at the same time.
We must have fucked Mona for about 1 hour and 45 minutes and I knew she was about to explode. I looked up and her eyes had rolled back into her head and I knew she was in love with what was taking place. She started to cum so hard that I was again able to feel it squeezing on my cock while fucking her ass.

Like a script Nolan started to fill Mona’s pussy with his cum again and then I started to fill that ass up with my load, next thing I know there was cum running out of my wife’s ass and pussy and wetting the bed sheets. That night we fucked Mona in every way possible, ass & pussy at the same time, both our cocks in her mouth, Nolan fucking Mona, Mona sucking me off and then we switched. Then after a while I just watched Nolan fuck her in ever way and in every hole, man I loved it. I will never forget that night as it lasted for about 6 hours of great fucking.
After resting for a while Nolan took us with his car, carrying the bed sheets and some towels in a plastic bag looking for a dumpster to throw away the evidence that his wife will never find.
Since then we fucked with Nolan more than five times and each time was greater than the previous one. I feel bad for Nolan because he cannot get enough ass and pussy from his Orthodox closed minded wife. Mona and I always fuck and fantasize about Nolan with us. This experience with Nolan made Mona the best  wife that any open minded husband would love to have.