“No!...never did...never!” Bert stammered, but Jake noticed his eyes going to the metal filing cabinets at the side of the room.
Jake walked casually over to the filing cabinets but found them locked. He jiggled the handle on one, and could tell that it was full.
“Say, Bert, this cabinet seems to be locked!” Jake said, turning and giving Bert a quizzical look.
“Those are private school records. I’m going to have to call security!” Bert said, placing his hand on the phone.
“OK Bert, you go ahead and do that. You go right ahead and call and tell them that I wanted to see the private school records that you keep in that filing cabinet.”
Bert looked for a minute, but then he let his hand drop off the telephone.
“Key, Bert?” Jake asked, but Bert just shook his head, so Jake shrugged his shoulders and, plucking a couple paperclips from a nearby table, proceeded to jimmy open the lock, and then pulled open the first drawer, and pulled out a file.
“Hey, you can’t read that!” interjected Bert as Jake flipped open the folder. It was a copy of a script written out in longhand, on ruled paper. Jake held it to the light to read better, ignoring Bert’s objections.
She arched her back in longing as he spread her loins with his strong, manly thighs..
. Bert started to get out of his chair but Jake’s harsh glare forced him right back down. Jake growled, “You just sit tight, my man.” He set that folder down and idly flipped open another one.
Her hips gyrated rhythmically to the jungle beat as Jango’s throbbing cock plunged ever deeper within her swollen, wet pussy.
Jesus, he thought. What the hell was this?
“So these are your class assignments?” Jake asked, hovering over Bert, but Bert clammed up.
“It’s a porn writing class. You’re writing porn scripts.”
“No! they just write about their experiences.” Bert barked back.
Jake flipped through another script, looking more carefully at the contents. He found one that had been copied from a workbook with printed page numbers, and it was fairly obvious that Bert was saving the juiciest parts and discarding some of the more mundane material.
“Frankly, Bert, I don’t give a shit. If this is what gets you off, fine. But I need one of these scripts. I need the one from that girl named Kim.”Bert just stared passively at him, so Jake grabbed that expensive swivel chair and shoved Bert, chair and all, over to the filing cabinet that Jake had opened.
“Look at my face, Bert. Does it look like I’m fooling around here? Do you think that I’m the only one looking for these guys? And if I can find you, and trace that journal to you, then do you think that the mob can’t?” He saw Bert’s eyes get larger. “That’s right, Bert. They’re after this kid, too. And they’re not gonna be nice and polite like me, see? They’re not fans of the arts. They’re gonna beat the shit out of you and then take what they came to get in the first place. So you’d better just give it to me, so that when you’re lying on the ground and they’re kicking the crap out of you, you can honestly and believably say that you don’t have it. And they just might let you live. If they know you’re lying, they’ll just kill you – straight up.”
Bert was looking a little glassy-eyed.
“Let’s get that folder, Bert.”
Bert nodded, and started leafing through the folders, and eventually came up with one and handed it to Jake, who double-checked that it was Kim’s.
“You better give me your copies for these kids, too.”
Bert produced the folders for Shane and Maria.
“That’s a good boy, Bert. Say, if I were you, I think I’d have myself a nice bonfire with the rest of these, and then take a nice long vacation… but don’t go to Vegas.”
Jake took the next available flight back to Santa Fe and slept the whole way.
ACT II
KIM’S STORY
SHANE came over to babysit Ben while my parents were out. I know he has a thing for me. Shit, most of the boys did. He was a little goofy, but when he was around he made me feel good. I liked his jokes, and I like the feel of warmth that I got being around him. When I was next to him in a group, I felt safe. I wanted to love him like the big brother I wish I’d had.
I was running with a pretty fast crowd then, and lots of boys were chasing me. I guess I let a few of them catch me. There was this one guy, Keith, whom I was in love with. Or lust. I don’t think that I knew then how to tell the difference. Or maybe there wasn’t. He was the one that kept me up at night. On those hot summer nights I would just lie there on top of the covers with my window propped open, letting the cool night air waft over my naked body. I would dream that he would come for me some night through that window and take me away. Away from what? From the emptiness that we were all facing, from the abyss that is the world of work, of forty years of paycheck-grubbing drudgery that lay before us. We were all aware that it was the summer of last resort, of the last moment of carefree youth - yeah, right, like we don’t have anything to worry about. How can people say that?
SHANE'S DIARY
I was over at Kim's, to babysit her little brother. I go over while her folks were there, they were happy to see me and have me help their young son a bit. Kim had a date, so I was going to hang out until she or her folks got home. Ben's a cool kid. He's still at the age where everything is new, and nothing is too cool yet. I know that's not going to last. I started tutoring Ben and then they left, saying they were going to be out late. Her parents often stayed out very late, well after midnight. I never quite knew what they were doing.
Kim was evidently using this as a chance to go out dancing with some friends of hers - me not included. Her room was down the hall from the living room and I could see her picking out a couple different dresses to go out with and modeling them in front of the mirror.
She called to me and asked me to pick “this dress or that one.”
I suggested the black one, of course, and she closed the door. Shortly after she called me for help. I came in, and she turned around and asked me to zip her up, as she bent her neck down and I stepped behind her and pulled up the zipper. She was wearing a black bra and the tight dress that showed her cute little belly, her sexy hips, and a little dimple for the belly button. She casually held the dress loosely over her breasts while I zipped her up. Her neck and hair smelled intoxicating as I reached around and helped her with her necklace. She knew I was interested in her and she was just teasing me.
Back at the table with Ben, I was sitting across from him,and she stood diagonally, across from me, and leaned over so I get a good cleavage shot. “Are you keeping your nose to the books?” She asked Ben.
She tousled his hair and hugged him, and then slumped down in a chair next to him, and put her feet in my lap, then handed me the black pumps and said, “give me a hand with these”. Her legs were long and sexy and I watched with growing anticipation as she pointed her toe and arched her back slightly as I slipped it on. I made sure to gently hold her ankle and slowly slip the other shoe on. Then she casually stroked my thigh with her toe for just a second, and then got up as a car drove up, and then she was gone.
Time passed and I put Ben to sleep.
I wandered around the house, frustrated at how hot she looked and how good her ankles felt in my hands. I clicked through the channels on TV, but nothing was on. I paused for a moment at her bedroom, thinking about going inside and peeking around and what's in there, but decided not to.
I had the lights mostly off in front, and was watching TV when I heard a car drive up. I peeked out the window - it's the same car. It's dark, but I could see a couple figures in the car, and then I could see that she was being embraced and kissed by the guy. It looked pretty hot, but I couldn't see very well. Then I saw hands on her breasts, and another guy kissing her. But then she resisted, and I heard the muffled sounds of raised voices in the car. I turned on the porch light, and then the car door opened and Kim stepped out, or should I say pulled herself away from the guy, and I heard “hey, baby, where're ya goin? Huh?” “Come on, baby, were just having fun!” Her dress was bunched up around her waist and one strap was off her dress. She quick-stepped up to the house, shoes in one hand, clutch purse in the other, and fumbled for her keys. I opened the door for her, and she quickly stepped inside. I stared at the car. There was a couple older guys in the front seat, and they were looking meanly at me. I gave them a hard look and then closed the door as Kim went in behind me, and then I heard them drive off.
KIM:
I was taking advantage of how nice Shane was to have him watch Ben while I went out with some friends of Keith. We were supposed to be going out to this club downtown and we’d meet Keith there and his friends. I was so excited to get dressed up and go out, and finally look nice for Keith. I’d been doing exercises for my ass and my chest, and I’d even lost a couple pounds. I was proud of my nice firm little butt and the dress I picked out accentuated my curves nicely. I had to think long and hard about panties or no panties. I went with, because I think it can be sexy to take them off. I had a cute little sheer bra that would work well under this nice little black dress I picked up at Macy’s, and I had borrowed some Jimmy Chu’s that made my legs look even longer and my ass even firmer. My friend Cindy called these her “fuck me pumps.” They sure weren’t so good for walking, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. To match, I had these little pearl earrings to go with a couple fake strands, but they felt strangely reassuring next to my skin. A little silver clutch purse complimented my look. I was a little nervous but at the same time excited at the chance for Keith to finally see me as a woman and not just some kid he knew in school.
Keith’s friend Johnny picked me up in his silver Mercedes. I slipped onto the cool dark leather seat next to him, and he lowered his glasses and looked me over, frowning. We drove off quickly into the gathering darkness. I pouted my lips a little, and then pulled down the visor mirror to straighten my lipstick, when I realized that there were already a couple girls in the back of the car. Johnny is an older guy, maybe in his 30s, very nicely dressed and has a little black goatee. He was wearing a long sleeve white shirt with French cuffs and expensive-looking gold cufflinks. It made me feel a little excited, but maybe a little out of place.
The first girl was a very beautiful Asian woman in a blue dress, and next to her was a tall, blonde woman in a fire engine red dress, but who said nothing. The first girl asked if I’m a friend of Johnny’s, and I said no, I’m one of Keith’s friends, and she nodded but I don’t know if she knows him. Then the Asian girl figured out who he is, and smiled and said ‘Oh, yes, Keith. He’s a real cutie, isn’t he?’
Partway to downtown Johnny got a call. He deftly pulled the car off and navigated through the side streets down into Chinatown. We pulled into the courtyard of a small apartment building and the girls asked me to move to the back with them so Johnny’s friend could get in. I was glad to, because he was one huge dude and he’d squish those girls in the back like matchsticks.
The first woman got out and let me slide in so that I was in the middle seat. We sped off into the night, well, as much as you can do in crosstown traffic. It’s just not like the movies! Anyway, the girls told me that Johnny is a producer and is interested in Keith to promote him. I asked her for what, and she said, ‘whatever, modeling, acting, you name it, Johnny’s into it.’
’Are you nervous?’ the blonde woman asked out of nowhere. Her accent was strong, maybe German, and a little hard to understand. I guess I was nervous, and so she produced out of her little bag a little vial of pills, and shook out three. She reached around me, palm up, the three pills sitting menacingly in her open palm. The first girl took one, and then swallowed it down with a can of coke that was in the center console. Then she handed the coke can to the first girl, who also took a pill. ‘Relax. It’s just something to smooth things out’, she said. I looked ahead at the fat dude’s sweaty neck in front of me, and then at Johnny’s handsome neck and carefully cropped hair. The two women smiled at me as I took the pill. The dark skinned woman handed me the coke can and I swallowed it down.
It only took a few minutes and then the girls seemed warmer and friendlier. The lights of the city were luminescent bubbles that soared to the sky. They were beautiful. The music in the Mercedes was pumping a buzzing bass tempo that went right through my chest. The Asian girl’s arm was around me and she leaned over and shout-whispered into my ear and asked if I’ve been to Club Maximo before. I hadn’t, and she put her other arm on my thigh and told me that it’s a lot of fun, but it can be like swimming in a pool of sharks. She told me to stay with her. The fat dude looked back and smiled before returning to whatever conversation he was having with Johnny.
I was confused because I thought Keith was picking me up, and who are these people? The women had that lovely Chanel scent and I was feeling warmer and fuzzier. The first woman was now holding hands behind me with the second woman, they were both embracing me. They asked me if I’m Keith’s girlfriend, and I lied, yes, and they smiled and giggled a bit. The first woman put her lips to my ear and said that it must be nice riding that big cock, and then I swore she was nibbling my ears. Their thighs were pressed against mine, and I felt hands reaching up inside my legs and stroking my inner thighs. The first woman started talking dirty to me about how good it must feel to have his cock in my wet pussy, and how she gets wet thinking about him. Then the second woman turned my head towards her and told me that if I want to, I can fuck Johnny tonight, that they’re all gonna do him and Keith doesn’t have to know. Just then I felt hands under my dress, which shocked me - what the hell was this!? ‘What are these doing here!’ the first girl exclaimed and wrapped her fingers around the crotch of my panties. ‘They have to come off,’ the second girl stated flatly, but I said no way. We struggled a little, and then when Johnny pulled up to a stoplight, he turned around and, lowering his glasses, said, ‘I’m sorry, Kim, the panties have to come off.’ He said it so plainly, and with so much authority, that I reached down under my dress and pulled them off, and then held them up. ‘Satisfied?’ I asked? ‘Show me,’ he commanded, apparently not satisfied. I shook the panties. ‘No, show me your pussy.’ Suddenly I understood what he meant. The fat dude turned and leered at me, but I pulled my knees together. Johnny turned to him and scowled, and then the fat man turned his back to me and snorted. Johnny turned back to me and motioned with his fingers. And so, right in stopped traffic, I pulled up my dress and spread my legs. ‘What do you think this is, Romania? That will never do. Annika, shave - immediately - at the club,’ he commanded the blonde woman.
We rolled in to the club and drove around the back alley and got out, and Johnny tossed the keys to the fat man who then drove off with the car. Johnny opened the back door with a keycard and ushered us into the darkness.
Inside the club is a maze of dark passageways, and then we found ourselves out on the dance floor. There were go-go girls dancing in cages, other girls dancing up on platforms, and guys and girls jammed onto the smoke-filled floor in a seething mass of music and perspiration. We made our way back behind the speakers and the DJ stage, and there was another maze of doors, and then we came to a little backstage area where the dancers change, or put makeup on, or towel off. ‘This is our real girls room, honey’ the dark girl told me. The Asian girl said that when they want to be with guys, they go in the restroom, but here it’s girls only. No public allowed.
The tall blonde woman then took me back to a private bathroom, which was good because I had to pee. She did also, after me, but then, when I turned to go, she shoved me back onto the toilet seat and placed her spike-heeled shoe on the seat, meanacingly, betweeen my legs. “Where do you think you’re going?” She asked in her eastern European accent, and then motioned for me to and pull up my dress. She was serious. She ran hot water in the sink, and then soaked a towel in it. ‘Spread your legs’ she commanded, and I did. She put the hot towel on my groin and it burned for an instant, and then I felt warmth radiating from my center. She produced some more towels, some shaving cream, and a razor, and then, with a snap, a white latex glove which she unrolled like a condom onto her left hand. I couldn’t believe I’m letting a stranger do this! The room was warm and spinning slightly as I felt the warmth of her hand as she spread the shaving cream all over my pussy and ass. Her gloved hands were really working the lather all the way throughout my groin, and she brusquely rubbed me down there and then slapped my pussy with her gloved hand, like I was some bad schoolgirl at the nurse's office. Then she quickly pulled out a straight razor and gave it a quick swipe across a leather strap. The sound of that cold steel sliding back and forth against the leather, honing itself into an exquisitely sharp, glistening edge, both aroused and frightened me. I tensed involuntarily, but she said with Germanic coolness not to worry, that she only uses that for the easy to reach areas. I felt the cold metal of the blade as it worked its way over my pubic mound, and the swish of the water as the woman deftly cleaned the shining steel. Her other hand held my thigh, and then she spread me wide open to shave my inner thighs. ‘You must tilt your pelvis up’ she commanded, and then quickly reached up under my ass and pulled me upwards, which I responded to for some reason, I guess it was her voice of authority. As her hand went under me, I swear she penetrated me with her thumb. I’m amazed that she did it so boldly and quickly and worse, that I seemed to be unable to resist, but also insulted at her violation of my body. She asked if her hand is uncomfortable but I had to admit it feels good, and shook my head no. She started massaging my pussy with her thumb while she changed to a safety razor and worked through my labia and down my ass.