“Your mother mentioned you had a crush on Adam.”
“I was head over heels in love. And when he invited me to this party, I was so excited. I thought my life was going to change forever that night. Boy was I right.”
Colin pulled his penis out of her mouth. “Okay, Adam, your turn.”
The camera swings across the room to Adam, still standing at the bar, another drink in his hand. “Nah, you guys go ahead, I’m good here.”
“Don’t go getting all limp dick on us, man,” Blake says. “We had a deal, all for one and one for all. Now give her a taste of your tumescent tonsil tickler.”
“Mrs. Reynolds would love your use of alliteration,” Colin says from off screen.
Blake laughs from behind the camera but the lens never leaves Adam’s face. “What’s the problem, bro? We’ve got a naked girl on the pool table willing to do whatever we want.”
“We’ve got an unconscious girl on the table, Blake.”
“Hey, inviting Alice was your idea. You’re the one who told us she was practically stalking you. You’re the one who said she’d be an easy mark. Now come on, Adam, give her what she really wants. You.”
Adam didn’t look happy, but he put his drink down and walked over to the pool table. He reached down, stroked Alice’s breasts, and then cupped a hand over her vagina. Blake zoomed in as Adam slipped a finger inside. “She’s dry as a bone,” Adam said.
“That’s why God invented K-Y,” Blake said. Blake swung the camera to Colin. “There’s a tube on the bar, dude, and a stack of condoms. Why don’t you fix our boy up?”
Colin finds the lubricant and condoms. He tosses the tube first, and then detaches one of the condoms and, as he throws it, the camera pans back to Adam. “Showtime, bro,” Blake says.
But Adam just stands there, the K-Y and Trojan in his hand, staring at Alice.
“What’s a matter, Adam,” Colin says from off camera. “Can’t get it up?”
“Fuck you,” Adam mutters. “And fuck this.” He sets the K-Y and Trojan on the edge of the pool table and starts for the door.
Oh, my God, thought Syd. Adam didn’t rape her. She killed him for nothing.
“Faggot,” Blake calls stopping Adam at the door.
“I don’t think he can get it up,” Colin says. “From now on we’ll have to call him limp dick Devlin.”
“Or LDD for short,” Blake says. “And when everyone asks why we call you LDD, we’ll tell them it’s because you can’t get it up.”
Adam turns, embarrassment burning his cheeks. “You want to see me fuck her? Fine,” he says strutting back to the pool table. He pulls down his cargo shorts and underpants revealing a fully erect penis. “That hard enough for you,” he sneers.
Then Adam rips open the condom package and slips it on.
“Ribbed for her enjoyment,” Colin jokes from off camera.
Adam grabs Alice by the thighs and pulls her hips to the edge of the table. He steps between her legs.
“Don’t forget the K-Y,” Blake says.
“Fuck the K-Y,” Adam says and thrusts.
Okay, Syd thought. He deserved that bullet to the face.
Then Syd watched as first Adam, then Colin and finally Blake raped Alice. Colin actually shoved his cock in Alice’s mouth as Blake raped her. The boys hooted and howled having a great time with their comatose victim.
Those hoots and howls, grunts and groans triggered a flood of horrific memories. During her drug-addicted hooker years Syd had been the girl-on-the-pool-table many times. There was a frat house at USC, five or six rowdy bachelor parties, a drunken fiftieth birthday party, five Merrill Lynch brokers celebrating an IPO, a limo full of rappers celebrating a gold record. All those men, their hands, tongues, cocks inside her. Taking turns poking and prodding, sucking and fucking, reducing her to nothing more than a hunk of meat, a human receptacle.
Of all Syd’s drug-drenched memories, the gangbangs were the worst, the most demeaning, the most repugnant. And now watching Alice’s gang rape first hand, not reading about it in a police report, not hearing it from shell-shocked victim, but seeing it with her own eyes touched a chord in Syd that both broke her heart and enraged her.
Syd’s eyes drifted to Alice; she was watching her own molestation with a forlorn expression on her beautiful face. She looked so desolate, so… disillusioned, yes that was the word disillusioned. Because on that night, on that pool table, all Alice’s childhood hopes and dreams were stolen from her.
Syd looked back to the screen.
Blake pulls up his pants. “Jenna Jameson she’s not, but hey, I’ve had worse.”
“Now what?” Colin asks from behind the camera.
“Now we have a little more fun,” Blake says. He picks up a pool cue. “I saw this in a porno, always wanted to try it.”
He takes the cue and slowly slides it into Alice’s vagina. He sticks it in deeper, deeper until he finally stops. “I’ve hit bottom, boys.”
“Wow,” Colin says, “She took like fifteen inches of that thing.”
Blake slowly pulls the cue stick out of Alice as an idea lights up his face. “Hey,” he says. “Who’s up for a trip down the Hersey highway?”
“Count me in, bro,” Colin says.
Blake rolls Alice over and slaps her on the butt. “Her face may not be much to look at, but she’s sure got a fine ass.”
“Think she’s ever had anal sex?” Colin asks.
“Don’t know,” Blake says. “Hey Adam, you ever hear if she takes it up the butt?”
Colin pans the camera to Adam at the bar. “No. Tim Schroeder just mentioned a blow job and a three way with Davey Winder.”
“Actually, I don’t think it matters,” Blake says as Colin pans the camera back to him. “It’s not like we need her permission.”
Colin laughs. “You are bad, D-man.”
Blake picks up the tube of K-Y, squeezes a dollop into his palm, and then applies it to the shaft of the pool cue. “Time for a little recon,” Blake says. He inserts the end of the pool cue into her anus and gently pushes. The shaft disappears into her butt, an inch at a time.
“Next time you invite me over to play pool,” Adam says. “I’m bringing my own cue.”
Then a new voice is heard: “What the fuck are you doing?”
The camera swings to the door where a man is standing. He’s got a long face, bushy eyebrows and a full head of salt and pepper hair.
“Oh, Jesus,” Colin says. “Dad. I—”
“Get that thing out of her,” Nick Wood says as the camera pans him to the pool table. Blake removes the pool cue, drops it to the floor and backs toward the bar. But the camera stays on Nick Wood as he stares at Alice.
“What’s wrong with her?” He slurs his words a bit, like he’s been drinking.
“Nothing, Dad. She’s the school slut. She came over to party with us and got drunk.” Nick Wood’s eyes go to the floor; the camera follows his gaze to the pile of used condoms, then whips back to Nick Wood’s face.
“You all fucked her?”
“Yeah, but it was her idea. She’s like this crazy nympho chick. She wants to be a porn star and begged us to film her.”
“She beg you to stick a pool cue up her ass, too?” he snaps as he rolls Alice over puts a finger to her carotid to check her pulse. As he does, his eyes drift down to her breasts.
“I thought you were going to be in Cabo until Sunday, Dad.”
“I decided to come back early. Next time I’ll be sure to warn you.” He takes his finger from neck. “Her pulse is strong.”