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.