He looked at her, terrified. “Don’t shoot. I know people. I can help you get away, out of the country with a new identity and plenty of money. Just please, don’t shoot.”
Alice slowly lowers the gun, Blake looks surprised, pleased; then she quickly raises the gun and fires.
Blake Hunter’s head jerks once then drops to the floor.
Syd hit the stop button, looked at Alice. “You’re lucky to be alive.”
“I’d be luckier if you weren’t here.”
Syd turned off the video camera. Her eyes fell on the DVD. She picked it up. “You sure you don’t mind if I watch this?”
Alice was surprised by the compassion in Syd’s voice. She really didn’t want to see it herself again, but she wanted this cop, this woman, to understand exactly what happened to her. “I don’t mind,” she said. “In fact, you need to see it.”
Alice pointed out the DVD player, Syd loaded the disk.
“You know,” Alice said. “Every time I watch this DVD I’m in handcuffs. Kind of ironic, don’t you think?”
Syd smiled cheerlessly. “Yeah.” Syd picked up the remote control and hit Play.
A hand held camera sweeps across Colin Wood’s game room and comes to rest on an unconscious Alice Waterman. Adam and Colin kneel next to her. “Fuck, that shit works fast,” Colin says. “Help me get her on the pool table, Adam.”
They pick her off the floor and lay her on the pool table. Colin holds her neck but he lets go too soon and her head thuds on the table.
“Careful,” Adam says, looking very uncomfortable. He looks directly into the lens. “You sure taping this is a good idea, Blake?”
“It’s a brilliant idea, bro. When we’re old and gray and snorting Viagra, we’re going to cherish the chance to relive our glory days.”
And that’s when Syd’s phone rang. She hit Pause.
“You going to get that?” Alice asked.
“No,” Syd said after fishing out her cell phone and checking the Caller ID. “He can leave a message.” Syd turned off her phone and looked back at the screen. She hit Play.
“Get her clothes off,” Blake says from behind the camera. Colin pulls off her sandals as Adam peels off her tank top.
“How convenient,” Blake says, zooming into a close up of Alice’s bra. “It unhooks from the front. She was making things easy for you, Adam. She wanted you to suck her titties.”
Blake zooms out as Adam says, “Shut up.” He unhooks the bra then lifts her back up a bit and slips it off.
“Nice,” Colin says cradling her breasts in his hands. He sucks on her left nipple. “Hey, she put some perfume on her tits.” Colin looks at Adam. “She went all porn star for you, buddy.”
Adam leans down, sniffs her right breast. “Wow,” he says surprised. Then he looks at her face. Blake follows his look with the camera and zooms in on Alice’s face. Her eyes are at half-mast and her mouth gaps open. She looks drunk.
“She looks bad, man,” Blake says. “Maybe we should stick her head in a bag,” Blake says. He zooms out, pans to Adam.
“You are such an asshole,” Adam says, but he’s smiling as he says it.
“Bet she doused her pussy, too,” Blake says. “Colin, get her panties off.”
Blake pans to Colin as he unzips her jeans and pulls them off revealing black boyshort panties. Blake zooms in, black curly pubic hairs stick out from the sides of the panties. Colin peels off the panties revealing a thick black patch of hair trimmed into a triangle. Colin leans down and smells it. “Yep, perfumed for your dining pleasure.” He takes another sniff. “I think its ode de lick-my-clit.”
“Dive in,” Blake says.
Colin spreads her legs and nestles his face between Alice’s legs. His hands massage her breasts as he gives her head.
Alice stirs beneath him. Moans. Blake zooms in on her face as she mutters, “Oh, Adam…”
“She’s got it bad for you, Adam,” Blake says. “Least you could you do is kiss her.”
Blake pans to Adam who was staring into the lens. He looks unhappy. “Fuck you, Blake,” Adam says.
Blake says, “You’re no fun.” He pans the camera back to Colin who stands up wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. “She tastes good, man. You should try it.”
“Okay.” The picture whips wildly as Blake hands the camera to Colin. A close-up of Blake now fills the frame. “I’m going in.” Colin pans Blake to Alice’s breasts as Blake gently kneads them and then settles in to suck the right breast. “She does smell good,” he says with a mouthful of nipple. Then he bites down, hard.
Alice yelps.
“You don’t have to hurt her,” Adam says from off camera.
“Ignore him,” Blake says. “He’s in love.” Blake now settles in between Alice’s thighs. He pulls back skin exposing her clitoris. “Colin, zoom in on her pussy.” The camera zooms in on the exposed pink flesh. “Sweet,” Blake says, then his tongue enters frame. Colin widens a bit as Blake gives her head.
“Excellent technique,” Colin says. “Hey this could be an invaluable instructional video.” He pans to Adam. “What do you think, professor? Any tips for our audience?”
“No,” Adam says sourly and walks to the bar. He pours himself a stiff shot of Jack Daniels and tosses it down.
“Hey are we here to fuck or drink?” Blake says from off camera. Colin pans the camera back to Blake. He pulls off his shorts and underwear together. He’s got an erection. “Lets see if she’s able to give head.” Blake slides Alice’s head around so it’s now on the rail, near the edge of the pool table. He gently opens her mouth and slips his penis inside. He begins to gently move it in and out. “Come on, baby,” he whispers. “We’ve heard you give great blow jobs.”
Alice moans again, looks at Blake, seeing but not seeing; and her lips wrap around Blake’s penis. Her head begins to move and, before long, she’s doing all the work.
“Amazing,” Colin says from behind camera.
“You sure she’s not going to remember any of this,” Adam asks from off camera.
“Guaran-fucking-teed,” Blake says, leering at the camera. “Hey, Colin, zoom in tight so you just see her sucking my cock.” The camera zooms in. “Oh, yeah, Alice, suck it baby…”
“Don’t come in her mouth, Blake,” Colin says. “My dad would kill me if she dribbled your jizz all over the felt and ruined the table.”
“Don’t worry,” Blake says, I’m not going to waste my first shot in her mouth.” He pulls out. “Hand me the camera; your turn.” The picture swishes violently as Colin hands the camera to Blake. “Drop trou, dude. The water’s fine.”
Blake focuses the camera on Colin’s midsection as Colin unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans revealing a pair of pale blue boxer shorts, tented by Colin’s erect penis. Colin strips the boxers away and then proudly displays his cock for the camera.
“He came to play ladies and gentlemen,” Blake says. Colin steers his manhood toward Alice’s mouth then hesitated. “Go ahead, bro, stick it in her mouth.” He does and, after a few moments, Alice’s lips wrap around him and she goes to work.
“Yeah, suck it baby,” Colin says as Blake zooms in tight, so only the penis and her face are on screen.
“I recognize that angle,” Alice said to Syd. “You know about the pictures of me that Blake emailed to everyone at school?”
“Yes.”
“This was one of them. Me sucking a cock. Sent to everybody.”
Syd could imagine the mortification. She was terrified in high school that one day the kids there would find out what her stepfather was doing to her. She couldn’t even imagine how she might have felt if people actually saw pictures of it.
“I always wondered whose cock it was,” Alice said. “Now I know. Colin fucking Wood. And as humiliating as it is to watch them strip, maul and mouth fuck me, I’m absolutely mortified when I remember all the time and energy I put into deciding what I was going to wear that night.”