Guardian Wolf Ch. 07

It would be too easy. Just like Mr. Hamilton said. Add a little something to her drink at the movies, something like GHB or Rohypnol to make her more compliant; Troy was sure Mr. Hamilton would have access to such things. He was a very smart and resourceful man. He was the one he should be emulating, not his father. His father really was weak. He cared too much for the employees, not enough on profit. Troy would take over his father's business and with Mr. Hamilton's tutelage he would show his father what a real man looked like. With their combined assets Troy would take his father's companies to heights he would never have dreamed of. And Jessica would be thankful for him; after all, wasn't he doing all this for her? She deserved to have a husband as loving and generous as him.

"I'll do it!" Troy said.

"I knew you would, son!" Augustus said with a sly grin.

"You really are a stand up guy, you know that Mr. Hamilton?" Troy said.

"Oh please boy, you might as well call me Dad. We are going to be family soon enough," Augustus said.

"Sure thing...Dad," Troy laughed and toasted his soon to be father-in-law with his own glass.

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The day of the date arrived and Jessica Hamilton was regretting her decision with her entire being. She wished with all her heart that she had the will to defy her father. Sure she had the mouth to say no, but she couldn't find the courage to flat out refuse to be an accomplice to his crazy business schemes. Besides, the last time she had denied her father something, he had nearly beaten her half to death. Jessica brought a hand subconsciously to her face and rubbed where a bruise had previously been. The bruises were gone and her lip was healed, but the psychological scarring was still there. Her father had struck her! He had really struck her in a fit of maniacal rage. The thought of that night still brought an involuntary shudder and a brief tear to her eye.

If Jessica were to be honest she had known for quite some time that her father could be a violent man. Jessica could remember times in her younger years, creeping past her parent's bedroom to get a glass of water (because they sure as hell were not going to bring her one). She would hear her parent's arguing and then a distinct sound of a hand hitting flesh. A painful cry afterwards spoke plainly as to the cause. At first the thought of her father hitting her mother disturbed young Jessica; she was her mother after all. But with every occurrence her concern faded until it was a nonexistent blip on her emotional radar. Besides, her mother probably deserved it. Callous bitch that she is!

Even as young as Jessica was back then, she could distinguish between love and hate. She could not differentiate it emotionally, but logically she understood the distinction. And she knew that her parent's had no love for her or for each other. It was almost like the three of them were separate countries who shared an uneasy truce amongst them. As long as every player played their expected role, the status quo was adhered to. Her parents would continue to provide for her needs and wants and, in return, Jessica would continue to pretend that her parent's actually gave a damn. It was mutually beneficial for all. But despite her deepest, darkest desires her parent's refused to give her what she wanted above all else: love.

Then when she was fifteen her father had amended their uneasy truce to include her role in his grand schemes for industrial supremacy. She would now be instrumental to ensuring the longevity of his empire. She was expected to become the wife of Augustus's eventual successor. She was to be paraded around a veritable stud farm like some prize Philly waiting to be bred! The status quo had been changed and Jessica had little say in the matter. It was quite simple really. Either she complies with her father's demands or he would ship her off to the most undesirable boarding school in the country he could find. The thought of being subject to a worse prison than she was already sentenced to was unfathomable. At least here she had material things to distract her periodically from her misery. She could also come and go as she pleased; her parents couldn't really give a rat's ass as to where she went or what she did. But at a boarding school all her material possessions would be confiscated and her whereabouts strictly monitored. Jessica would be forced to face her misery alone. What choice did she have?

So here she sat once more in her room getting ready for a date she did not want to go on, with a boy she would sooner piss on than look at. The steady stream of continual suitors her father presented had become tedious and predictable. Hamilton's business associates were more than happy to produce their best and brightest sons for the chance to court THE Jessica Hamilton. It was like she was some unattainable idol that only the most worthy could obtain. Jessica did enjoy the attention she received; each suitor would feed her ego and temporarily prop up her self-worth until her parents tore it down again. Some spent their time lost in a delusional fantasy as they fawned over her beauty; others treated her like it was a blessing that she was even seen with them. From the shy and unsociable to the arrogant social cream of society; Jessica Hamilton had run the gamut of potential suitors. Each one was more revolting than the last. But her father had definitely scraped the bottom of the barrel when he insisted she date Troy Michelson.

Troy Michelson played the part of all-American golden boy to perfection. He was the epitome of all that egg and sperm were capable of producing: smart, athletic, a perfect gentleman, and humble to a fault. The girls that classified themselves as her 'friends' would cream their panties at the mere mention of his name; Troy Michelson was a masculine aphrodisiac to them. The girls would spend hours giggling and fawning over how 'perfect' Troy Michelson was; how any of them would quickly drop to their knees or spread their tanned legs in paying homage to such a perfect male specimen. Jessica tried to ignore their talk as just delusional fantasy; ignoring the fact that her 'friends' were nothing but two-bit whores. She would never spread her legs for just any man; the man who took her virginity would be of her own choosing. She did not care how many men her father threw her way; she would never debase herself to satisfy his entrepreneurial endeavors. Jessica's body was hers alone; it would never belong to her father. She refused to be her father's whore.

Despite Troy Michelson's golden boy persona, Jessica could see the seams of the mask that hid the monster beneath. She had spent too many years in the shadow of her father not to recognize the subtle personality traits of a heartless bastard. She noticed the lack of sincerity in his words and actions. Everything that came out of his mouth stank of hollow meaning and rank hypocrisy. True enough, Troy did have a body that would make a girl drool; but Jessica had been around too many boys to give a shit. The plain fact of the matter was that Troy Michelson gave Jessica Hamilton the creeps.

The first day of sophomore year at CHHS she had met the golden boy. They had shared adjacent lockers. He was tall and handsome, with that easy going way about him. He seemed to exude masculinity and self-assurance. His words would have been milk and honey to most girls, but not Jessica; all his words did to her was sour her stomach. The first thing Jessica noticed was not his body or his words; she had noticed his eyes. His eyes belied his outer persona and spoke to the demon beneath. In his eyes Jessica had seen the unvarnished truth behind Troy Michelson. She had seen the lustful ways he looked at her body and the hunger that burned into her back every time she passed by him.

In Jessica's eyes, with every day that passed, Troy Michelson became a younger version of her father. That thought alone sent a wave of nausea and revulsion coursing through her body. Why did Jessica associate Troy with her father? Jessica had seen that same hunger and desire for her young body in her father's eyes. It wasn't always there, but when Augustus took to drinking heavily his fatherly responsibilities seemed less and less important and the needs of a man took on a greater role. The look he gave her made Jessica want to empty the contents of her stomach onto the floor. Thank the gods he had never acted upon his baser desires. She couldn't live with herself if he ever decided to act upon them.

And now Augustus was forcing her to date a man Jessica saw as a younger version of her father. That thought alone negated the possibility this date would be anything other than a complete disaster. Jessica checked her makeup in the mirror once more before grabbing her purse and stepping out of her bedroom. As she was exiting her room she noticed her father exiting his study to observe her departure. The look he had on his face was one of triumph. It was like he had finally won something he had always wanted. The look sent a shiver up Jessica's spine and made her wary of the coming date. Her father had planned something for her and knowing that heartless bastard it would not be to her benefit. Jessica pushed the thought to the back of her mind and tried to mentally prepare herself for the long night ahead of her. Why she had agreed to a double feature, she would never know. This was going to be a long fucking night.

As she exited the large doors to the mansion she spied Troy Michelson waiting for her in his 2005 Ford Mustang V6 Coupe. The cherry red paint job was washed and waxed to a mirror shine. A large white racing strip bisected the length of the car. As she approached the car, Troy was quick to exit the driver side and open the passenger door in a show of gentleman chivalry; gods, he was such a schmuck. Jessica had to smile at this thought; she especially liked that Yiddish expletive. Troy took the smile as compliment for his action and smiled back. Jessica wanted to bitch slap the smile of his face. After the briefest of pleasantries, pleasant in name only, they left for the drive-in.

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The drive-in facility Troy had chosen was actually the best establishment in the immediate vicinity. While most drive-ins are content with a dirt ground for parking and a concession stand that makes carnie food look like gourmet cooking, the Wilshire Drive-In was actually very nice. The entire complex was paved in high grade asphalt and painted with professional parking spaces. The drive-in actually could boast a decent air-conditioned concession center where patrons could take their pick of not only the traditional hot dogs and popcorn, but Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, and Subway as well. It also offered the widest variety of beverages available in any commercial venue. But probably the greatest attribute for the Wilshire, and the reason it was so popular, was the sound.

Most run of the mill drive-ins have those god awful speakers that would sooner receive SETI (Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence) transmissions than movie audio. The Wilshire had decidedly upgraded to the 21st century in a big way. You had two choices: one, you could tune your car stereo to a predetermined FM bandwidth on your car stereo for the movie of your choice; most people chose this option if they were cheap or using the drive-in for an extracurricular rendezvous. Or two, you could go hi-tech.

The owner of the Wilshire was a retired engineer from Wolfe Industries named William Shire, hence Wilshire. His area of expertise was in digitally encrypted sound transmission for short range military installations; basically a military grade version of VOIP. With his expertise and some considerable backing from his former employer, Bill developed and patented a miniature, narrow bandwidth, multi-channel digital receiver. Basically each movie house showing a particular movie had a directional digital antenna on the roof. The movies being in digital format, another innovation replacing old reel-to-reel units, produced digital quality sound. The antennas would take that digital sound and transmit an encrypted 192 Kbps, 44 KHz, 16-bit audio stream in the direction of the screen for that particular movie. The audio was encrypted to differentiate channels and prevent cross-talk between the different movies; it also prevented unwanted units from picking up the signal. All the movie patrons had to do was turn their receiver to a particular channel to hear their movie in crisp, clear, digital audio. Movie buffs went nuts over the technology and Bill's sales volume tripled overnight with over-excited teens and enthusiastic movie goers.

Jessica insisted on the digital receiver for the movie. If she was going to be stuck with this teenage cretin for over four hours, she wanted to be able to hear and enjoy the movie. She had little need to converse with this golden-boy reject more than was needed. And she most definitely was not going to be doing any physical activities with Troy. Troy, however, was a little put out for paying the additional ten dollar rental fee for the digital receiver. He was not planning on needing sound for what he wanted to do. He was already salivating at claiming Jessica Hamilton and her virginity.

Troy insisted at parking as close to the back of the parking area as possible. He claimed the brightness of the screen hurt his eyes at close range. The real reason of course was to limit the amount of potential spectators, or witnesses, to his attempt to rape and impregnate Jessica. The parking lot was filling up quickly for the double feature and Troy quickly sought out a spot next to a dark blue 2004 Dodge Ram. Jessica took a moment to envy the couple sitting in the bed of the truck; they looked very much in love. They were sitting in what looked like a custom made love seat that was just wide enough for two. Despite the warm summer weather, the couple was wrapped together in a light blanket. Jessica suspected the blanket was only being used to camouflage more sexual activity. She thought this because neither seemed to be paying the slightest attention to the movie screen.

About a half hour into the movie, Troy said he was going to go get a drink and he asked Jessica if she wanted one. What the hell? If she was going to be stuck here, might as well have something to drink. It was hot in the car and she was definitely perspiring. And maybe it would help calm her stomach from all the nausea she was feeling from having to be on this date. She said that was fine and to get her a diet coke. Troy rushed off to get the two drinks; the real show as about to begin.

After waiting in line for what seemed an ungodly amount of time for just two drinks, Troy finally exited the concession stand with two sodas: one coke and one diet coke. He stopped at a picnic table to add the special ingredient needed for tonight's adventure: a vile of powdered GHB that Augustus Hamilton supplied him the night of their meeting, specifically for this event.

"Put this in her drink. It will dissolve instantly and will leave no noticeable aftertaste. Give the drug about twenty minutes to affect her. It will not knock her out but will make her much more pliable. I would suggest using a car that only has two doors but with a backseat. Once you get her in the back seat, you will have her. There is no way she can escape you; she will be trapped. Also, I spoke with her mother. Apparently Jessica is most fertile this time of the month. Gods know why she knows this, but it is helpful information all the same. If you are successful, chances are high you will impregnate her. Finally a warning: do not hurt my daughter. You can slap her a little bit if she tries to fight you, but do not hurt her. I don't need questions raised about broken bones or the like," Augustus had warned him.

This was it! He was finally going to get Jessica Hamilton. The haughty bitch had ignored him for two years. His golden boy act had been for naught; Jessica never gave him a second look. She also took every opportunity to walk away from him, snubbing him with her haughty ways and even hotter body. She seemed wise to him and his acting; how she knew was beyond him. She was just a stupid air-head. Not a brain in her body. The perfect girl for breeding: dumb and attractive, enough for arm candy but would not become a nuisance. Troy was confident he could control Jessica. He was a Michelson after all; he was going to take over his father's company and was being groomed to lead. It would only get better with Mr. Hamilton's help. Now the only remaining thing was to secure his future wife. It was a fool proof plan. There was no way it wouldn't succeed. He walked confidently back to his car and his prey.

Jessica was growing more impatient with every passing minute. She was trying to enjoy the movie but it was some god awful action movie. Troy and Jessica couldn't agree on two movies, so they compromised, and chose one a piece. It was just her luck that the new chick flick she wanted to see only came after the big action, testosterone driven kill marathon. How boys saw this shit as entertainment was beyond her. Where the fuck was he with her drink? She needed something to help cool her down. The sun had already set but it was still a warm summer evening in mid June. Even with the windows rolled down and a breeze coming in, the heat of the asphalt was still considerable. The more she started to sweat, the more she regretted even agreeing to this 'date'. She didn't know how or when but she would get back at her father for this. This shit was his idea. If he thought she would date Troy on a consistent basis, her father was more bat shit crazy than she gave him credit. Finally as her patience was coming to an end, Troy opened the car door and got in with a big smile on his face.

"What took you so fucking long!?!" Jessica asked. Her temper was showing through the sweat. She grabbed the offered drink and took a long swallow. The cool liquid felt fantastic as it cooled her parched throat.

"It was a long line at the concession stand. It's not my fault if I had to wait to get the drinks," Troy complained. The smile had still not left his face. For some reason, he was WAY too happy.

"Why are you smiling like that? What are you so fucking happy about?" Jessica asked as she took another deep swallow from her cup.

"I'm just ecstatic that you finally agreed to a date with me. I have been after you for two years. Two years! That is a long time to play hard to get. I was starting to think you actually didn't like me," Troy said. A hurt look crossed his face.

"I don't like you. I think you are a fucking creep. The only reason I agreed to this date is because my father is making me do it. He's got this crazy idea that you and I should date," Jessica took another long drink. Did the drink taste just a little funny?

"I know he does. He talked to me personally before our date. Would it be so bad to date me? After all, I am the CHHS golden boy; the quarterback and captain of the football team. I think it is written somewhere that the quarterback and head cheerleader are supposed to date. Besides, your father thinks we make a good couple and we have a bright future together," Troy said placing a hand on her thigh.

The proverbial light bulb finally went off in her head. Her father had planned this night with Troy! But to what end? Jessica didn't care how much her father beat her; she refused to date someone like Troy fucking Michelson. The thought alone made her want to throw her drink back up. And a bright future? What kind of bullshit was this kid smoking? There was no way in the nine circles of the deepest, darkest hell would she ever consider marrying Troy. He was worse than a cockroach to Jessica and twice as slimy. Was she starting to feel dizzy?