Author: Bulgroz the Third Title: The Adjusters #13 - The DVD Keywords: MF, mc Posted: February 3, 2011 Edited: March 31, 2011 The Adjusters #13 The DVD "Look, why didn't you just rip off the fucking bracelet if it bothered you that much then?" Serena was getting frustrated. "I mean, how about you rip this one off too, while you're at it. Go ahead!" She lifted her arm, showing the silver charms bracelet on her wrist, catching the light in the noonday sun. They were sitting outside the Darnell Cafe, a small shop in the middle of campus, taking advantage of the unseasonably warm weather. The lunchtime crowd was slowly clearing out. "I don't know, okay?" replied Daniel, matching Serena's exasperated tone. "I mean, it's just a bracelet, right? That's what you keep telling me. Well, it creeps me out. And yesterday..." He could not complete the sentence. Serena sighed with exaggerated drama, then shook her head. "Okay, let me see if I got this right. Yesterday, you went home, collapsed on the couch, and dreamed about your fiancee -- Jenn, little miss good girl, whom we know and love and who is so completely and utterly crazy about you that it's sickening -- cheating on you with, of all people, Biff Cusker, bully extraordinaire, and then later on, not only did you not tell her about that pleasant little dream of yours, but you two screwed like little bunnies while she regaled you with a story about getting it on with Biff? It's kinky -- I'll grant you that -- but I don't see the problem." "The thing is," and there Daniel hesitated, because he knew how crazy it sounded, "I'm not so sure it was a dream..." There, he had said it. "What do you mean, you don't know if it was a dream? It was or it wasn't. Not that hard." "I don't know," mumbled Daniel. He had described to Serena what had happened in the dream, and now he did so again, emphasizing how real it had felt. He detailed the feelings that he had experienced -- the racing heart, the cold sweat, the tunnel vision, the muffled hearing, the inability to move, the overwhelming sense of impending doom. He could still feel it now, when he thought back over it. He was exhausted -- he had slept badly last night, tossing and turning, his night encroached with more dreams, although none as realistic as the one from yesterday afternoon. "Panic attack," said Serena. "What?" "What you're describing. What you felt in your dream? Panic attack. Pretty much a textbook description. My uncle had one when I was a kid. Said it felt like he was having a heart attack. Couldn't move, body going all wonky, and this crushing fear without target, completely debilitating. He was a nervous wreck for years after that. It took a couple of therapists to get him back on track." "Why would I dream about having a panic attack?" "You tell me. It's your mind." "What if it wasn't a dream, and I really had one of those, and that's why my memory is all messed up? Do panic attack cause hallucinations?" Serena shook her head. "No clue. My uncle didn't say anything about hallucinations. But I can ask around. Although why your brain would go off and make up this Biff thing is a bit beyond me." Daniel remained silent, thinking. His dream that did not feel like a dream had been the bastard child of reality merging with all of the stories that Jenn had concocted over their time together, and he had been a spectator at some theater of the mind, a visitor in his own body, unable to move, able only to witness. Unbidden, the image of a little boy, wide eyed and terrified, sprang to his mind. He had indeed felt like a little boy, overwhelmed by something he did not understand. That feeling had been so clear, so concrete, so fresh... Something was wrong. He grew agitated. Serena picked up on his agitation. "Daniel, look, it was just a dream. Maybe you did have a bit of a freak out when you got home -- you're probably stressed out because of graduation and marriage and job and Texas. All eminently understandable. But I can guarantee you that Jenn has no intention to take off with Biff, if that's what your subconscious is trying to suggest. And he's not going to hypnotize her away. Come on, it's Biff we're talking about here. Life's not like Kittens' Den, no matter what Radhu says." Is that what was bothering him? Did he worry that his fiancee might go off with another man? Running is not an unheard-of reaction when faced with a relationship that progresses too quickly. Is that why he had been feeling this sense of guilt hovering over his head all morning, worry and guilt that he and his stupid fantasies had somehow twisted Jenn around and pushed her into the arms of another man? And not just any man, but a jerk who had found a way to slip into their fantasy life and then found a way to burst his way back out into reality. Daniel remembered how, the previous semester, during the little game that he and Jenn were playing while trying to figure out what their future would be, he had asked her to go and tease this Delta Iota Kappa frat boy -- what was his name? Jackson? -- and shamefully part of the reason why he did it was to show his girlfriend up to Biff, whom he had met just before and had disliked pretty much on sight. It was a childish and ill-conceived maneuver. But Jenn had indulged him, in no small part to teach him a lesson. The ploy had severely backfired, however, and Biff had hit on Jenn pretty hard, angering Daniel. He had had no one to blame but himself, as Jenn herself made clear later on. But, and this was one of the bits that made everything else more complicated, later that night, at home, Jenn had seduced him and concocted this little fantasy -- as she was wont to do when they made out -- with Biff in a starring role, and the jealousy that had burned through Daniel had merged with the utter offensiveness of what Jenn was saying and, may the gods forgive him, he had liked it. He did not know how to broach the subject with Serena -- he did not know how to explain any of it. He was not even sure he understood it fully himself. He badly needed to talk to Jenn about all of this. When he had woken up this morning, she had already left. She had classes all morning until mid afternoon, so her absence had not been a surprise. She had left a note on the kitchen table thanking him for the wonderful time the night before, and letting him know that she was picking up a DVD for later tonight for them to enjoy. That normalcy clashed with the feeling of unreality that lingered from the previous day. "Dan! Oh my God, it's so good to see you!" Daniel sighed. This was exactly what he did not need right now. There was only one person in the world that called him Dan, despite his frequent objections. He turned his head towards the newcomer. Cindy Caprese, with all of her blonde five feet, was practically skipping towards him. As was her habit, she was wearing a very short skirt that revealed a pair of delectable legs sheathed in boots. The chipper blonde threw her arms around Daniel and hugged him. "Happy New Year, Dan! I've missed you." He had known Cindy for a little more than one semester, having shared a class with her in the fall, and while he found her a little too intense at times, he had nevertheless formed a casual friendship with her. Whatever else one might say about Cindy, she was always pleasant and cheerful, with a bright smile that could light up any room. Of course, she flirted endlessly with him, even though she knew he had a girlfriend that he was crazy about. Daniel did not really believe she was trying to steal him away from Jenn. It felt much more like something she just did, her way of being friendly, her way of connecting. Jenn had concurred, explaining why she had really never been jealous of Cindy, or worried about Daniel straying. Straying. The word brought him back to the previous day, to images of Jenn on her knees sucking off Biff, images shrouded in their dream-like fog. He must have made a face, because Cindy suddenly looked concerned. "What's wrong? What happened?" "Nothing, Cindy, never mind. It's okay." "No it's not, you look like death." She ran a hand over his forehead, her frown deepening. "Cindy..." "Look," said Serena, "give him some room, okay? Breathing's important?" Cindy jumped. She lifted her hands in a I'm-unharmed gesture, and stepped away from Daniel. "Thanks," added Daniel, not looking at either of the girls. He really did not want to talk about any of this with Cindy. "I'm just... I'm probably just getting sick, that's all. Nothing to worry about. I'll just go home and wind down a bit." "Wow, what's with all the tension? Cin, what's up?" That was a male voice, one that sounded familiar to Daniel. What now? he thought. It took him a second to recognize the young man that was walking up to them, with a thin and cute redhead on his arm who was sporting a dazzling smile. Daniel worked hard to control his reaction. This was getting to be a bit too much. "Hey, I know you," said the newcomer, eyeing Daniel. "We met last year, somewhere... was it a party or something? I'm Jackson." Daniel nodded curtly. "Yeah, we met. In the Quad, last fall. Football." "Oh yeah, that's right. Daniel, right? How's it going? And where's that cute girlfriend of yours?" "Classes." "Well, say hi to her for me. We should hang out at some point. You know, just stuff? By the way, this is Kyra." He gestured towards the girl next to him, who waved to Daniel. "Hi, nice to meet you," she said. Daniel nodded. He thought she looked familiar but couldn't place her. His brain was reaching its saturation point. She had a sweet voice, though, and from the way she had one arm wrapped around Jackson's waist and was pressing against him, it was rather clear they were an item. Jackson's hand was rubbing the small of her back, often straying down to caress the top of her ass encased on those tight jeans she had on. "Never mind my friend here," added Serena, when it became clear that Daniel would not say anything more. "He's been having a bit of an... issue... with someone from your frat." She pointed to the big frat ring on Jackson's finger. "I'm Serena, by the way." Jackson smiled, nodding his head. "Yeah, I think we've met too," he replied. Daniel noticed that Jackson's eyes quickly roamed over his friend's body, a not uncommon reaction to the buxom black girl's presence. To Jackson's credit, the look was barely a glance. Jackson turned to Daniel. "What's up? What did my stupid ass brothers do this time?" When Daniel looked up with a question in his eyes, Jackson laughed. "Yeah, well, they're a bit thick at times. But they're not all bad. Just have to pick the right ones. So what's up? Anything I can help with?" Daniel hesitated. He did not trust him. Serena seemed to have no such problem. "He's just having some trouble with your pal Biff." "Fuck, sorry to hear that. Everyone has trouble with Biff at some point. I try to steer clear of him whenever I can. He's like a big kid, with the impulse control to match." "Yeah, well, he might be... causing trouble with my girlfriend," added Daniel, noncommittally. "What kind of trouble?" Jackson's concern seemed genuine. Cindy reached out to squeeze Daniel's arm in support. Oddly enough, the touch felt nice. Kyra remained silent, listening quietly, untouched by the drama. Daniel took a deep breath. "He's been... threatening to do stuff to her. Let me not go into the details." Cindy's hand squeezed harder on his arm. Jackson laughed nervously. "Yeah, well, that's Biff for you. All full of bluster and thinking he's the ladies' man and all, but he's gonna get distracted soon by some other girl and he'll be out of your face before you can say 'Fuck off!'" "Yeah, maybe," grunted Daniel. Somehow, the conversation did not make him feel any better. Jackson looked at Daniel and Serena, hesitated for a second, then motioned to Kyra. "Well, okay then. We should probably get going. You still want to hit the mall?" Kyra nodded. "I'm still looking for that perfect little nightie to make your head spin in place," and she reached up to kiss Jackson. He cut the kiss short, blushing slightly. "Right. We're off then. Cin, you still coming, or you staying?" Cindy glanced at Daniel, and when he shook his head, she took the hint. She hugged him, waved bye to Serena, and she, Jackson, and Kyra headed up on the path. "Jackson," shouted Daniel, after a long internal debate, "can I ask you a question?" Jackson turned. "Shoot." "What's going on at Delta Iota Kappa?" "What do you mean?" "Lots of weird stuff happening, that's all, and lots of it pointing to you guys. Like, what's with those dick girls?" "Oh fuck, not that!" Serena muttered under her breath, sinking in her chair. "Daniel, you gotta let that go --" Daniel ignored her, spying everyone's reaction. Cindy looked up and shook her head slightly as if to say "don't go there," while Kyra had no reaction beyond lifting an eyebrow. Jackson's face went blank for a few seconds before he recovered. Gotcha, thought Daniel. "No idea what you're talking about there," said Jackson, his voice neutral. He pointed to the silver charms bracelet on Cindy's wrist, and then to the one adorning Kyra's wrist as well, which he had just seen now. "The bracelets." Jackson laughed, a laugh that Daniel's suspicious mind took to be just a tad too forced. "Those? Bah, just something that we like to give to girls we like. All girls like jewelry right? Okay, we gotta go now, or we're going to miss our ride. Ladies," and he pointed the way and followed Cindy and Kyra, giving a last goodbye to Serena and Daniel. Daniel watched them go. Serena looked at him with pity in her eyes. He stared right back at her. "Serena, I am your dick master." Serena's face and eyes went blank, as if someone had extinguished a light in her skull. She moaned, her voice throaty. "Yes, you are --" "Fuck!" Daniel jumped. He looked around their table see if anyone had noticed anything. His mind was suddenly going a thousand miles per hour. People were eating, drinking, and talking, not paying any attention to them. "-- a dick moron!" Serena finished, before grabbing a fork and tossing it his way. Daniel did not even think to duck. "Oh, so it didn't work?" "Of course it didn't work! This," and she raised her wrist, pointing to her bracelet, "is not a fucking mind-control bracelet. I don't know what the fuck you were dreaming about yesterday, but there's no such thing as mind control. And even if there was, it's not those bozos at Delta Iota Kappa that could pull it off!" "Fine, fine, fine! Whatever. Look, you gotta admit there's a lot of strange stuff going on, Ser. The whole Marjorie thing last semester that still doesn't square out in my head." He raised a hand before Serena could interject. "I know, I know, you told me and wrote about NADA and the prostitution ring and stuff, but I don't buy it, and it's an odder thing still that you seem to. There's that whole bracelet thing that creeps up left and right -- and the fact that you buying that crap story about Marjorie and appearing with a bracelet afterwards is just a bit suspicious. I'm not saying cover-up here, but that's the natural assumption. Six months ago you would have been battering down that frat's front door to figure out what's going on. Now you let them give you jewelry? And while we're talking about you, you've been nearly impossible to get in touch with since the beginning of the year, and you disappear for whole afternoons at a time, with no explanation. Not that you have any explanation to give, of course, but weird and weird and weird adds up to lots of weird. Radhu, he's cooped up in that fortress of his, and seems to be happy never seeing the light of day again. And Jenn..." He let the sentence trail off. Serena had an unreadable expression on her face. "You done?" Daniel grunted. She sighed. "Look, Daniel, you may want to consider the possibility that the weird is not so much out there but in your head. I'm done with the Marjorie story, and I'm satisfied with it. If you're not, that's your problem. I've doing a follow-up on the NADA thing, so I'm not letting anything go. I just follow the story, not some crazy idea. Radhu's been traumatized. Jenn -- I don't know about Jenn. But you've been acting strange yourself, and you really don't look good. You're starting to sound paranoid. What I'm trying to say here is that I'm worried about you." She extended her hand and squeezed his arm, just like Cindy had done earlier. For some reason, this time, it did not feel so good. Is that it? he wondered. Am I just losing it? That would certainly explain the previous day. Am I, in fact, still dreaming? He pinched himself, and felt vaguely ridiculous afterwards. "You're right," he finally told Serena, "I'm being an idiot. I need to talk to Jenn. I'll see you later, Ser." "Attaboy. Wait... I thought she had class?" "She does. I'll just catch her between two." He stood, then had another thought. "Listen, do you still have the research you did last semester during the Marjorie investigation?" "Yeah, there's a copy at the office. But I told you --" "I know, I know. But as a favor, a huge favor, could you make me a copy? I want to get to the bottom of this. It's important for my peace of mind." "You're wasting your time." Daniel looked at her without responding. Eventually, she relented. "Fine, I'll get you a copy. Then you quit bugging me with your conspiracy theories. You're worse than Radhu. Now go find your fiancee, you paranoid idiot!" * * * A few tables down from Daniel and Serena and unnoticed by either of them, sat a striking raven-haired woman wearing a long black leather coat. She had missed not a single word of their whole conversation. She watched Daniel quickly say goodbye to the beautiful black girl, Serena. Calmly, she looked down at the napkin on the table before her, on which she had inscribed "Biff" and "Bernie", underlined twice, and below them "Marjorie??". She pondered silently the significance of what she had heard. It fit the little she knew. The picture was filling in slowly. She looked up at the girl named Serena. Her eyes trailed down the length of the black girl's body, taking in the generous curves of the breasts, picturing the fleshy mounds that were barely hidden under the tight blouse, and further down catching the sight of a long pair of legs emerging from a tight skirt. She had a momentary mental image of the girl lying down before her, skirt trussed up to her waist, legs spread wide and tied to poles, panties ripped away and stuffed in her mouth, eyes wide with fear, slutty cunt pulsating and drooling with anticipation. The raven-haired woman permitted herself a small smile, which soon dissipated. * * * Daniel never did catch Jenn between her classes. He did make it to her classroom right on time, and waited by the door while the students filed out, but Jenn was nowhere in sight. A short inquiry to one of the stragglers revealed that she had not made it to class at all. He tried to call her cell phone, but it rang and rang and eventually went to voice mail. "Hi love -- call me when you get this message, okay?" Unsure what next to do, Daniel wandered the campus before heading home. There was a worry in the pit of his stomach. He called Radhu to ask him if by any luck Jenn had contacted him today -- she had this habit of checking up on him ever since she helped nurse him back to health after the NADA incident the previous semester -- but she had not. He called those of her friends for whom he had a number, but nothing. She had attended her morning classes, they told him, but she had left before noon. No, she had not said where she was going, nor what she was up to. She was not at home either, Daniel was quick to ascertain. The place was like he had left it that morning. He went around the apartment a few times, aimless, then tried calling Jenn again. He was confused upon hearing the faint sound of Jenn's ring tone. He tracked it down to the bedroom, where he found Jenn's cell phone buried in a pile of clothes strewn at the bottom of her closet. He picked up the cell phone. What was it doing there? The worry in the pit of his stomach upgraded to a cold dread. He thumbed through the call log. There were the slew of missed calls from when he had tried to reach her earlier that day, and before those there had been an outgoing call at 12h20 to a local cab company, and before that at 11h45 an incoming call from an unknown number. Daniel dialed the number. There was no ringing, the call going straight to voice mail. "Yo, it's Biff. Leave a message." He disconnected, then sat on the bed. He looked at the phone log again. The call had lasted five minutes. Why would Biff call Jenn, and why would she talk to him for five minutes? The dream of the previous day was not far from his mind. He stared at the phone. The sequence of events was easy to reconstruct. It provided him no clue with how to proceed, however. He called the cab company, but no matter how much he cajoled and then threatened them, they were not willing to reveal where they had delivered their client. They would not even give him the number of the cab that was dispatched. New anti-terrorism procedures, they said, at which point Daniel decided that arguing was futile. Finding Jenn realistically seemed to amount to finding Biff, however disturbing the prospect was. The logical first step was the frat house. A few calls later, he had the phone number, and he ended up talking to what, for lack of a better term, he thought of as the front desk. He asked for Biff, was told to hold on before being told that Biff was not there and had not been seen since the morning. Daniel could not help but pick up the underlying "and why would you want to talk to that guy anyways?" tone to the brother's voice, which managed to convince him that the brother was probably telling the truth. On a whim, he asked for Bernie, and was told that he was also out, probably to a class. They lived in a small town, granted, but what was he supposed to do, knock on every door in town? He called everyone he could think of, asking if they had seen either Jenn or Biff, but nothing useful came out of those inquiries. What about tracking Biff's cell phone? Was it not what everyone on television did in those situations? He called Radhu, who confirmed that sure, that was doable, but you needed a bunch of information, not to mention hacking into the phone company's network, or into one of a few select government agencies. That might take a while, he said, seemingly undisturbed at the thought and ready to proceed if asked. Daniel hesitated, and asked him to quietly look into it, but to not do anything illegal for the time being. And then Daniel had nothing to do but wait. And think. There had to be a reasonable explanation. If yesterday was a dream, then maybe his mind was trying to tell him something that he had perceived unconsciously -- a problem in their relationship that he was being blind to and that they needed to resolve. Perhaps she was getting cold feet about the whole marriage thing? Or maybe there was an anodyne reason for the phone call, like Biff wanting to apologize for his past behavior. And maybe her leaving had nothing to do with his phone call -- a last minute shopping trip to the mall, or something equally banal. And if yesterday had not been a dream... He did not want to think about that possibility. He and Jenn had played fantasy games involving other men, like many couples did, but it had always been just that, fantasy games. He had no desire to see any of it happen in real life. Images from the previous day -- Jenn on her knees, giving Biff head while wearing next to nothing -- came unbidden to his mind's eye. Others soon followed, as if crawling out of his subconscious -- Jenn naked with her legs spread, Biff's large body between her thighs, pressing into her, penetrating her, over and over again, Jenn biting her lips, or screaming, clawing his back, the scratching serving only to egg the bastard on. Daniel's hands clenched into fists, and he had to stand up and shake off the images. He poured himself a large drink and tried, somewhat, to first lose himself in an essay he had to write for class, and then in a book. Eventually, he prepared some dinner. He made another round of calls to everyone to see if they had heard from Jenn or seen her or Biff anywhere, to no avail. He asked Serena if she was up for dropping by and keeping him company, but she told him she was busy, without offering to reveal what she was up to. He ate, alone, the television for only company. By eight o'clock, he was polishing a bottle of scotch left over from an old celebration, and by nine o'clock he was sleeping in front of the still lit television. Jenn had not given sign of life. * * * Daniel woke up when the morning sun shone through the large windows of the living room and into his eyes. He blinked in the glare. The television was on, tuned to a morning show where everyone was way too chipper for Daniel's scotch-induced headache. His back hurt from the position in which he had fallen asleep. He blindly headed for the bathroom, and on his way back noticed the shadow on the window of the entry door. He trudged down the steps, opened the door -- scaring a squirrel that had been hanging about the porch -- and looked at the envelope attached to the window with duck tape. His name was scrawled on it in big letters with a black marker. Looking around and seeing no one, he grabbed it. It contained only what looked like a recordable DVD. No message in the envelope, no markings on the DVD. He stared at it, his mind still fuzzy. He looked around the apartment, and saw that Jenn had not returned. The bed was still made, and nothing indicated that she had come back and left again. On automatic, and not knowing what else to do, he headed for the kitchen and made some coffee, staring at the DVD. When the first drops of caffeine were coursing through his system, he brought a cup with him to the living room, dropped the DVD into the player, and pressed play. After a long blank screen, the image jerked into view, showing the living room of an apartment or a house. The video seemed to have been recorded on a phone, as it had that grainy quality typical of that sort of image capture. Oddly, there was no sound. The video tracked through the living room, towards a large window. A hand entered the frame and parted the curtains, showing a bright day outside, and a typical residential street view. Daniel did not recognize the street. A cab stopped on the curb right in front of the window. Then the camera moved and the hand returned to turn the handle on the front door, which opened onto the outside world. The video was tracking the cab, and Daniel caught his breath when he saw what he immediately recognized as Jenn step out of the cab and make her way up the short walkway to the front door. Even in the grainy image from the phone camera, he could see that she done herself up to look incredible. She had on a high-collared and very tight white dress shirt that clung to her curves, a short flaring black skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and tall black spike heels. She seemed to have nylons on as well. With her long dark hair catching in the wind, her shirt molded to her chest, her skirt swaying with every step, her long legs emphasized by short skirt and tall heels, she exuded sex. She was breathtaking, and it looked completely effortless. She had a neutral expression on her face, and when whomever was holding the camera let her inside, she stopped at the entrance and looked confused for a second. Then she looked up to the person holding the camera -- perhaps because they were speaking -- and then her eyes flashed down to their hand, and Daniel could see her shiver then look up with a big smile and getting closer for what must have been a hug, perhaps even a kiss. The camera didn't catch that, so it was confusing. Then Jenn step back out and the camera focused on her again, and she was speaking because her lips were moving. And then she extended her arms out over her head and slowly spun in place, showcasing her attire, and then striking a pose, chest thrust out. She had a come-hither smile on her face, a look that was well on its way to break Daniel's heart. Then a hand reached out -- Daniel assumed it was Biff's, and gritted his teeth -- and pressed against one of Jenn's breasts, fondling and squeezing it, and Jenn closed her eyes, and pressed her own hand over the man's hand, forcing it against her chest even harder. The camera was capturing everything in its grainy detail. Then the man's hand unfastened a button on Jenn's shirt and slipped down to grab her breast directly. This lasted for several minutes, with the man switching from one breast to the other, rubbing and squeezing and pinching. Then the man holding the camera stepped away from Jenn, leaving her shirt in disarray and exposing half her breasts -- she was not wearing a bra, clearly -- and he was probably saying something because she looked like she was listening, then she smiled another naughty smile before reaching down and grasping the hem of her skirt. Slowly, very slowly, she pulled it up, the camera zooming in on Jenn's legs, and on the hem rising and first revealing that her nylons were in fact thigh-high stockings with a thick lace band, then exposing the skin of her upper thighs. Jenn paused before pulling her skirt up completely and unveiling a minuscule black G-string held up by two strings wrapping around her waist and consisting of diminutive triangular patch doing very little to hide her slit. The camera zoomed out. The man's hand extended out again, towards Jenn's face this time, and he ran his thumb over her lips before sliding his index and middle finger into her mouth. Jenn dutifully sucked on them, in and out like a small cock, still holding her skirt up. Then the man pulled his fingers out and, after pushing the triangular patch of her G-string aside with his thumb, thrust the two fingers that Jenn had just been sucking on into her pussy, And Daniel could see not only that she was tilting her hips to facilitate the penetration, but also that she was clearly turned on because the fingers slid in very easily, and he thought could see her juices trickling down the man's hand. The man fingered Jenn for a while, pushing his fingers inside deep, before pulling them out almost completely and thrusting them back inside. After a few minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out one final time and presented them, all wet with her juices, to Jenn's face. Without hesitation, she slurped them into her mouth and cleaned them off, looking at the man directly in the eyes all the while. Daniel was stunned by what he was seeing, but the analytical part of his mind still functioned, and fed him information. Jenn was probably not drugged -- she had walked purposely from the cab to the house, and to do that with those heels she had on, her balance had to have been perfect. He refused to believe that she was there of her own volition. That left what? Blackmail? That seemed far-fetched. After all, Biff could have asked her to role-play the slutty bimbo, certainly, but if what he had seen on the screen was the truth, then Jenn seemed to be wet, aroused. She would not have been so where she being blackmailed into having sex with Biff. Unless she had lubricated herself beforehand. Daniel's fragile mental balance hung on to that minute bit of hope. On the screen, the camera had moved away from Jenn, who was heading to another part of the house. The camera tracked her the whole way. She was still holding her skirt up around her waist, and she seemed to be putting some extra sway to her hips as she walked. Her G-string was a thong, and the impossibly thin string nestled between her cheeks did absolutely nothing to hide anything about her perfect ass. Between that and the lace top of the stockings a few inches below, she was a walking invitation to buggery. The camera zoomed in on that part of her anatomy until she disappeared through another door. Then the screen went black. Still under the shock of what he had seen, still trying to process this new development, Daniel did not move until another image resolved itself on the television. Daniel jumped back upon seeing Biff's face fill the screen, sneering at him like a demented clown. There was sound this time, hip-hop music of some sort was playing in the background. Biff's face stepped back from him, and Daniel realized that Biff had been grimacing while adjusting a camera. The image was of much better quality. Then Biff stood up, and Daniel could see that he was in a bedroom -- the camera must have been lying on a low dresser -- and that Jenn was in a corner of the room, dancing away all by herself, eyes closed, swaying her perfect body to the music, movements from her dancing past coming back to her easily. The scene must have been recorded right after the previous one with the camera phone, because Jenn was wearing the same short skirt and stockings and dress shirt -- that last one now unbuttoned completely but still partially covering her breasts. Biff took off his clothes, staring at Jenn the whole time. The camera was pointed so that it gave center stage to the bed and the area at the foot of the bed. When Biff was naked, he sat on the edge of the bed, his large cock semi-hard but twitching obscenely. "Jenn, doll, strip, and make it hot. Ever do a lapdance?" "Of course, big guy. I love dancing for my studs." Hearing her voice made Daniel's heart skip a beat. She sounded so... sexual, so hungry. She danced on, getting closer to Biff, tossing her hair around, rocking her hips, and then she let her shirt fall off her shoulders, and her breasts swung free. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed them, her long fingers with nails polished bright red tweaking the hard nipples. Her eyes closed and her lips parted in a low moan. She bumped to the music, while Biff looked on hungrily, but without moving. Jenn brought her hands down and slowly unzipped her skirt, which promptly slid down her legs to pool at her feet. She stepped out of it, and posed, a hand on a hip. With her tiny thong, her thigh highs, and her spike heels, her long dark hair falling free onto her shoulders, she was every horny teenager's wet dream. "Fuck," was all Biff said. "Turn around -- shake that ass for me!" Jenn did so, and bent over and thrust her rear towards Biff's face, rolling it left and right slowly, her hands on her knees, her eyes closed. When Biff had had a good fill of the view, she took a step back towards him, and straightening up she lowered herself on Biff's lap, pressing her back to his chest, and rubbed her body against his. He grabbed her breasts roughly, pulling her harder against him, and nibbled her neck from behind. Jenn giggled, the sound resonating in Daniel's ears. "Fuck you have the best ass ever, doll. Ever had anyone up there?" "Never," replied Jenn, still wriggling on Biff's lap. "Guys have fingered me there, some have licked me there, but not one's every put their dick up there." "Ah! I got me a virgin hole, then. Sweet! Say, what's your favorite position?" "I like it from behind, of course." "Oh, nice. Why of course?" "Deeper penetration. And guys go so crazy when they're doing me from behind while staring at my ass, and it makes them fuck me harder." "You like it hard, then?" "I do. The harder the better." "Like it rough?" "Depends -- how rough do you want to be with me, big guy?" Her voice was hitting registers that phone sex operators would have given their right leg for. "Don't tempt me, doll. I could give you a really vicious fucking and make you love it. Fuck, maybe you can be our little pain slut! Would you like to be our little pain slut?" "I'll be whatever you want me to be, big guy." Biff laughed. "Ain't that the truth! Get on your knees now, doll. You're gonna suck my cock." Jenn turned and kneeled between Biff's legs. "So, how many guys have you fucked?" Jenn grabbed Biff's cock, which practically jumped into her hand, and slowly ran her hand up and down the hardening shaft. "Six." "Not bad, not bad. Bet they loved fucking you, too. Any of them back in high school?" "Five of them when I was in high school. Although two were college student at the time." "Ah! College kids trolling for high schoolers. They sure hit the jackpot with you. How about girls? Any lezbo action?" Jenn shrugged. "Just the one girl." She lowered her head into Biff's lap and let the tip of his cock slide between her lips. "Ooooh -- nice. You got some sweet lips there, doll. And trust me, we're gonna get you some girl playmates to keep you entertained. Any two-on-ones?" "Never." After sucking on the tip, she sank her head down to take about half of Biff's cock in her mouth, holding it in and seemingly twirling her tongue all around the head. Biff groaned and leaned back on the bed, supporting himself with his arms. "Fuck you're good at that! Bet your boyfriends loved it when you sucked them off -- you clearly have a lot of practice." Jenn merely mumbled "Mmm mmm" around his cock. "So what did they like fucking best, your mouth or your cunt? Your tits? Not your ass, of course -- too bad for them." Jenn, after sucking hard on the way up, let his cock plop out of her mouth before answering, her hand jacking him rhythmically. "My first boyfriend couldn't get enough of my mouth. He'd ask me to blow him everywhere: at school, in his car, even once in his sister's room. He loved to watch me swallow his load. We never fucked, though. I wanted to, but he was too scared. Something about his mother pounding into him that a girl's pussy could shrivel up a guy's cock if it ever went inside. He's was pretty fucked up in the head." She sucked Biff's cock a few more times, taking him deep, energetically bobbing her head on the hard shaft, now an angry red and slick with her saliva. She was jacking him off in counterpoint to her blow job. Every few strokes, she would pull the cock out of her mouth, lick the tip with the flat of her tongue, looking up at Biff, before wrapping her lips around it once more and sucking it in deep, eyes closed. Biff seemed ecstatic, running his hands through Jenn's long hair. "So who took your cherry then?" "My next boyfriend. In his basement, with some Iron Maiden blasting in the background. He fancied himself a great lover, but had zero experience. He liked my mouth, but once he came in my pussy he wanted to do that all the time. He loved that he was dumping his load in the prettiest girl in school, and was crazy at the thought that no one had ever done that before him. He called my pussy the Undiscovered Country. He was sweet." She sucked Biff again, driving her face lower and lower, struggling to take more in her mouth. Whatever she was doing must have been good, because Biff closed his eyes and groaned louder and his hips drove up to try and push his cock in deeper. "Fuck yeah! Take it all, you fuckin' slut! Fuck!" He opened his eyes, looked at her. "And what about your boyfriend? What does he like?" She bobbed her head a few more times. "Daniel? He likes my mouth, but he prefers my pussy. Says it's nice and tight and warm, like a warm bed on a cold winter day." "So what's his kick?" "He likes to take me from the front -- he likes to kiss me while we screw, likes to see my face when he's inside me." "No, I mean his kick, you know, the kinky stuff? Come on, he's gotta have something..." "He's got this voyeur fetish. He fantasizes sometimes about me and other men. Not for real, but the thought turns him on, and I tell him stories about that. In fact, big guy, you showed up in one of those fantasies a few times." "Fuck off! Really? He fucked you while you were telling him all about fucking me? That's so fucking cool!" He looked directly at the camera, and grinned. "I think we can arrange something to get your boyfriend in touch with his fantasies, then. Do you think he'd like to see us fucking? What do you think he'd say if he saw you with my cock in your mouth like right now?" "I don't know, big guy. It's all been just fantasy for him until now." "We'll see about that. I betcha that you could fuck the entire basketball team and he'd happily lick their cum out of your cunt, the little pansy perv." Daniel clenched a fist. It was just a game, between him and Jenn. Just a game. I'd kick your ass if you were there in front of me, not lick cum out of my girl's pussy, he thought. And then a horrible thought went through his mind. Did Jenn arrange this whole thing in a terribly misguided attempt to take their games to the next level? "Come on, keep sucking, doll," said Biff, grabbing Jenn's head in his hands and forcing it back down on his cock. He then proceeded to fuck her mouth -- there was no other word for it. He was thrusting his hips up while pulling her head down, and she let herself be so guided, sucking hard when his cock plunged into her mouth. Her throat made squelching noise when his cock went in deep, and drool was dribbling down the side of her mouth and falling on her chest and on the carpet. "Fuck you've got a great mouth," panted Biff, and he let her head go. Jenn collapsed on the ground, coughing up saliva and pre-cum, trying to catch her breath. Biff looked at her and smiled. "Rough enough for you, doll?" Jenn took a deep breath and looked at him. "I love it when you use my mouth like a cunt. It makes me hot. And when I'm hot, I like to fuck. Wanna fuck?" Biff grinned, and pulled him up onto the bed, lying down on his back with his hands behind his head, which was resting on two large pillows. "Take off the thong, doll." Jenn stood up slowly, and ran her hands down her sides, slid her thumbs under the strings of her thong, and slowly, bending at the waist, took down the skimpy underwear. She stood back up, playfully holding a hand over her pussy, as if she were shy, before turning around, lifting her arms over her head, and turning around again, posing once more. After a beat, she made to remove her shoes, but Biff stopped her. "No way -- keep those on, and the stockings too. You look fuckin' hot. In fact, we'll make sure you wear shit like that all the time." Jenn looked beautiful, her long toned body naked but for a pair of black spike heels, posing with her breasts thrust out. Biff, still stroking his cock, motioned to Jenn to come over. "I gotta have your mouth on my cock again, doll. Come on, your big guy has a nice lollipop for his little slut." Jenn smiled. "Really? For me? A nice juicy lollipop full a yummy cream?" She climbed on the bed, on all four, moving slowly not unlike a panther stalking a prey. The look on her face was positively hungry. Daniel had seen her turned on before, but had never seen such naked lust in her eyes. It was disconcerting. Jenn was crawling on the bed by the time she reached Biff's cock, breasts in contact with his legs the whole way up. Biff's cock, large, and red, was pointing straight up, and Jenn approached it tongue first, flicking over the tip, make it twitch. She then ran her tongue up from his balls to the tip a few times, while pulling her hair out of the way. After the fourth time, as she was busy licking around the head of his cock, Biff grabbed Jenn's head and pushed it down, ramming his cock in her mouth, and keeping it there. Jenn's eyes closed, and Daniel could see the muscles in her neck working, trying to accommodate the large shaft. The position must not have been ideal, though, because despite Biff's pulling Jenn's head up and pushing it down repeatedly, he was not able to get more than three quarters of his cock in Jenn's mouth. She, meanwhile, was busy sucking, slobbering all over the massive member battering her mouth, seemingly not bothered by the treatment. She was letting Biff control the blow job and jamming his cock in and out violently. She was beautiful, a creature made for sex -- her smooth movements on the bed, head bobbing up and down following Biff's hand on her head, hair flailing, back arched, tits swaying, ass sticking up high, legs half spread. Biff pulled Jenn's head off his cock. "Come on, turn around, I want you to take my cock all the way down." "I don't know if I can take it all, big guy. You're going to choke me." "No way. With a talented mouth like yours?" Jenn laughed, giving the cock a last long lick before shuffling up on the bed, still kneeling, but now with her legs alongside Biff's head, facing down to his feet. Taking hold of his cock, she fisted it a few times before leaning down and taking it in her mouth again. Her new position let her take him in deeper, and she took him in almost to the root. Until Biff put his hand on the back of her neck and pushed at the same time as he thrust his hips up against her face. Jenn's eyes bulged as Biff's cock embedded itself to the hilt in her mouth, penetrating her throat, smashing her nose against his balls. He kept his cock lodged in her throat for several seconds, his hand keeping Jenn from pulling back. And then he let her go. She gasped in great gulps of air, strands of spittle connecting her lips to Biff's cock. Biff let her breathe for a few seconds before pushing her head down again, forcing his cock down her throat once more. He repeated this several times, fucking her mouth deep before finally letting go of her head. Jenn nevertheless continued deep-throating him, following the rhythm he had imposed, impaling herself on the big cock with Swiss-like regularity. Daniel watched this display of Jenn's oral skills, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene. Whatever else he might have thought, about blackmail or whatever, he had to admit that she did not behave like she was coerced, unless she was a better actress than he had ever given her credit for. Indeed, she looked for all the world like she was an enthusiastic participant in the scene before him. Biff, on the receiving end of a fantastic blow job, suddenly reached over and pulled Jenn's legs to him. She seemed to understand what he wanted, and straddled his head, never losing the rhythm of her sucking. Biff planted his big hands on Jenn's hip, and started eating her out. That did seem to break her rhythm, as she pulled his cock out of her mouth, closed her eyes, and put her head down against one of his legs, shifting her hips to and fro, moaning loudly. "Fuck," she groaned, "that's it, big guy, stick your tongue all the way in -- Fuck yes! -- Come on, suck my clit!" She then went back to his cock and her blow job. They sixty-nined, Biff ramming his cock down Jenn's throat, Jenn twisting her hips over Biff's face, legs spread wide. Daniel could see the sweat on Jenn's body, and knew her enough to realize that she was getting close to coming. And come she did. Jenn, who was by then rocking her hips roughly over Biff's face, barely restrained by Biff's hands on her hips, suddenly stiffened, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, mouth wide open, and then let out a wail that was interrupted only when Biff took advantage of the situation and stuffed his cock in down her throat in one smooth movement, lifting his ass off the bed and pushing with his legs, putting his hands behind Jenn's head to keep it still and mashed against his cock. He came, like that, with his cock deep in her throat, and Jenn, who had barely come down from her high, struggled to swallow Biff's load. The first blast took her so much by surprise that the semen spurted out of her nose and the sides of her mouth, the remainder she swallowed dutifully. When Biff was done and had collapsed back on the bed, sprawled contentedly, Jenn lay down on top of him, still head to toes, and slowly licked the rapidly shrinking cock, cleaning it thoroughly. In the bedroom, Biff slapped Jenn's butt cheek with a meaty hand. "Turn around." Jenn interrupted her cleaning activity, and turned around on the bed, lying down against Biff, and kissed him passionately. He did not seem to mind that he had come in her mouth. He ran his hand down her side, only to come up and grab a breast, squeezing it roughly. Meanwhile, Jenn, still kissing him, ran her own hand down his body, and took hold of his already hardening cock, jerking him off slowly. They necked that way for a several minutes, Buff kissing and licking Jenn in the crook of her neck, where Daniel knew she was very sensitive. "Fuck, I gotta feel your cunt around me. Come on, giddy up!" She straddled his lap, and kneeling above him, lined up her pussy with Biff's cock, and was about to lower herself onto the massive shaft when he stopped her again. "Not so fast, doll — aren't you forgetting something?" Jenn looked puzzled, poised above his cock. "I told you, you'd have to beg to feel this cock in your little fuck hole. I'm still waiting." He crossed his arms behind his head again, looking smug. "Come on, convince me to split you open like of a wishbone. I'm listening." She remained poised above Biff for a few seconds. Then a smile grew on her lips, and she leaned over so that her face was closer to Biff's, and she spoke in a low voice. "You want me to beg, don't you? You want me to show you how much I want you cock inside me? You want me to tell you just how crazy I am at the thought of your hard cock sinking deep inside me? You want to know how much I'd debase myself for a chance -- just a chance -- to get the head of your cock in my pussy?" She gave his lips a long lick, before plunging down his neck and giving a long lick there, from the base of the neck up to his ear. Daniel had to strain, but he could still hear her. "I'm a complete whore for your cock, big guy. I want to feel it inside me so badly that I'm shaking all over -- can't you feel me? If you pushed a finger up my cunt you'd find it twitching like mad, wanting to squeeze some big and hard. So much so that if I don't get anything up there soon I'll do something crazy, like banging on doors up and down this street to find a man, any man, willing to stuff his cock in my cunt and satisfy my craving. Fuck, I'd pay them to fuck me, pay them to play with my tits and my ass and fuck my mouth just so that I can get their cock inside me. Is that what you want to hear, big guy? That I'm cock crazy? That my cunt feels so lonely without a big cock in it? Is that it? And it's such a nice cunt, too -- it's tight, very tight, and it juices up so very easily, so that when you fuck me it grips you hard but your cock still slides in and out easily. And when I come, big guy, let me tell you, it's a party for your cock, as I spasm and shake and squeeze all around you. Would you like that, would you like to feel that?" "Fuck yes," grunted Biff. Jenn squealed, straightened, and lined herself back up with his cock. As she started to lower herself onto it, Biff stopped her again. "Oh, you want me to beg some more, big guy? Maybe I should cry a little --" "Not begging, but I have another idea." "Oh?" "Play a game with me. You said your boyfriend liked to fantasize about you and other men?" "Yes." "How about we imagine that he's right there with us, sitting in that corner there?" Biff pointed to where in actuality was the camera. "You could give him what he really wants, what he's been fantasizing about all of this time, seeing you fuck someone else. Go on doll, I want you to fuck me, and to tell him exactly what you're doing and what you're feeling. It's his fantasy -- he's going to love it -- he's going to love you." Jenn grinned, and turned towards the camera. "Hi lover. Today I'm going to indulge your biggest fantasy. I'm going to fuck another man. Just for you. You like the idea? Having some big bad monster cock plow into me, while you're sitting there, watching? I bet your cock's all hard already. Don't worry, I'll take care of you later. But for now, I have another cock to take care of. And it's so big too. It's gonna feel so good when it forces its way inside me." And then she impaled herself on Biff's cock, which had regained all of its rigidity. She sank slowly on the hard cock, an almost pained look on her face. "Fuck, lover, it's so much bigger than anything I've ever had in there! Mmmm. But it feels so good! I can barely push myself down. And it fills me up so much, like I don't even have enough room in there to breathe. Oh -- Mmmm -- Fuck yes!" When Biff had his cock halfway in side her, he grabbed Jenn by the hips and, using his considerable strength, drove her down onto his cock in one long push. Jenn's eyes popped open. "Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" and she screamed so loud that neighbors must have heard. Biff, fully inside her pussy, was still letting her get used to the size. "Fuck, lover, he's so fucking big inside me! He said he'd split me open, and I think he did just that. I'm never going to be able to close my legs again I'm so stretched! Fuck!" She turned towards the camera, where Biff had told her Daniel was sitting, and smiled a naughty smile. "You like it, lover? You finally get to see your fiancee stuffed with some other man's cock. I hope your gonna come so hard your cum splashes all the way here on my body. And while you do that, I'm going to ride him until I pass out." Jenn closed her eyes and she tentatively started to move back and forth, her mouth opening into a long moan. Before long, she was jerking up and down on Biff's shaft, the muscles in her thighs straining under the action, her breasts bouncing wildly when Biff, who seemed to be content to be ridden like a bull, was not holding on to them and massaging them. "I love your tits, doll, but your cunt's something else." Jenn smiles and leaned over and kissed him hard. He welcomed the kiss, and thrust a few times into her with strength, making her moan again. Then he flipped her over onto her back with him following suit, and Jenn shrieked then laughed at the maneuver. Biff looked at her in the eyes, pushed up on his arms. "So this is how your boyfriend likes fucking you, huh? Show me. Fuck me like you fuck him." She smiled and put her arms around Biff's neck, and looked at him straight in the eyes. "Fuck me, big guy, fuck me so hard I forget to breathe..." He voice was soft, loving. She wrapped her stocking-encased legs around Biff's waist, crossing them at the ankle, her spike heels digging into his ass, and she start undulating her body like a wave underneath him. Biff grinned and started thrusting into her in time with her undulations. "Doll, your lover's one lucky fuck." Still staring into his eyes, she smiled. "Except he's not the one with his cock up in my cunt up to his balls, is he?" And he pulled him close to resume their kiss, never stopping to ripple under him. They fucked that way for several minutes, Jenn building up to another massive orgasm, Biff working like a machine, punctuating the silence with only a few "Fuck you're sweet," and otherwise concentrating on the gorgeous girl underneath him. Suddenly Biff straightened up and, grabbing Jenn, roughly flipped her around on her stomach before grabbing her hips and pulling her up on her knees. Without giving her a chance to recover, he thrust his cock back into her, and Jenn let out a small cry at the assault. He pushed in deep, held the position for a while, then pulled out long enough to dive back in again. "Fuck," he said, "you were right, this is a great view. Look at that ass!" He slaps it, eliciting another cry from Jenn, before grabbing her hips and pulling her back towards him, hard, muscles in his arms bulging under the strain. Over and over again, like a jackhammer, he thrust his hips forward while pulling her back against him, practically lifting her from the bed. Jenn's knees were not touching anymore, and she was screaming in pleasure the whole time, drool leaking out of her mouth. Then without any warning she stiffened again, and came, and kept coming as Biff rammed into her with all of his considerable strength. She finally went limp, completely gone to the world. Biff kept going as if nothing happened, in fact seeming to enjoy himself even more, giving great thrusts punctuated with "Han!" making the limp body of Daniel's girlfriend quiver as if it was being hit with a club. Biff's pace quickened, incredibly, and finally he let out a yell while pulling Jenn against him and squashing her cheeks against his stomach, and he came, his big body shivering with the release. Jenn barely reacted. Then he let her go, and she collapsed on the bed like a wet rag, on her stomach, her legs spread. Biff looked at her a moment longer, ran his hand up her stocking-covered thigh and then her ass, squeezing a cheek roughly before slapping it twice. Then he jumped off the bed, his cock slowly softening and all shiny with their combined juices. He picked up Jenn's short skirt, and used it to wipe off his cock. Then he stepped towards the camera, and crouched so that his face filled the screen. "Hey dickhead. Your girl is one wicked piece of ass, and an incredible fuck! You're one lucky shit. Well... you were one lucky shit. She's mine now. But don't worry, I'll take good care of her. As you can see, I've got exactly what it takes here to keep her nice and satisfied. Besides, after I'm done with her, I don't think she'd feel your pencil dick anymore. I'm gonna stretch her out like nothing else. And I need to break in that little ass of hers. Now that's gonna be a lot of fun! Can't wait to hear her squeal when I fuck her ass for the first time. After that, believe me, she's gonna want a fat one up there all the time. Your girl's gonna be the sweetest anal slut ever!" A doorbell rang behind Biff, interrupting him, and he nodded. "Ah, that's my pal coming to give me a hand. See, I've got to make sure your girl is nice and obedient, and he's gonna help me with that. And I'll let you imagine how I'm gonna thank him for his services. Let's just say that your girl's gonna get her first bit of double-team action today." Biff made to stand, but leaned back down to address the camera one last time. "By the way, dickhead -- don't come looking for her. She's mine now. Be a good boy and go find some other bitch to dip your pencil into." The image on the screen cut to black. Daniel sat a long time staring at the black screen. He barely registered that he had squeezed his cup so hard that it had shattered, sending broken shards of porcelain into his hands. Drops of blood pooled on the carpet, a Rorschach pattern into which he would later swear he saw Biff's grinning face.