Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 29

"You're right. It was. But it's true about her having a sister. The nurse stated in her notes that in their talks, Brandi asserted that she took on the sexual abuse her father directed her way in order to protect Jasmine and keep it from happening to her. She even helped her graduate early in her class so they could both leave home at the same time... to escape him. But, I think she has unresolved resentment that she was the one born first."

"Whatever. She still lied."

"I know. I'm not excusing it. I'm just trying, like you I would imagine, to understand why she's so damaged. Now, what about the orgasm thing?"

"Well that's all changed now. The backstory is entirely made up."

"Tell me anyway."

"Fine. She said she learned how to administer medicine through a hypodermic needle from her mother, who may or may not be a nurse but is definitely an alcoholic. That mother might or might not have taught her to inject insulin into her apparently non-existent younger brother."

"Well at least you haven't lost your sense of humor. That said, she learned how to use a hypodermic in high school from giving herself heroin," Maggie noted.

"Well I get that now. She obviously knows her way around a needle. She's not shy about shooting people up with drugs. She used lidocaine on Christina. Shot up her pussy with four locals. Two at the bottom, and two right next to her clit on either side. Numbed it so she couldn't have an orgasm when she was fucked."

"Holy shit, Gerard... that is sick. And evil, just like Billy has been saying."

"Its worse. That was the night I was having a gangbang for my guys. Her and Brandi. And Brandi set her up to fail a challenge... which she did, so she had to be punished."

"And I suppose she made it appear to Christina that you were the one that was angry she failed it."

"Yes. But I played into it. I acted like I was. So, Brandi numbed her cunt, and she was tied up in the garage, and the guys used her one at a time. But, they also used condoms that were coated in lidocaine cream. She was fucked for hours and didn't feel it. Never came once."

"Jesus, Gerard."

"All I'll say is that it's... never mind."

"Yeah. Good choice. You seriously

never questioned where a physical fitness professional would acquire lidocaine?"

"Not until now."

"Well now you know. It's Spike. But like I said, you shouldn't blame him. My guess is she's using something on him to get him to keep supplying her illegal narcotic needs, whatever they might be."

"Like what?"

"Rebecca's death?"

"But I told you, they arrested the distributor. He had heroin with fentanyl in his house when they raided it. A lot of it. I think he pleaded out get a better deal."

"Does Spike know all of that?"

"He should."

"But what if he doesn't. Or what if he does, but she's holding Rebecca over his head if it's ever found out she was in that room. You know, like a if I go down, you're going down with me thing to keep him dealing to her. And he's probably just dealing to her. Billy and Kalinda canvassed the neighborhood. From what they were told, he's totally legit now. Piercings and tattoos only."

"Maybe. It just seems so hard to believe."

"Not for a psychotic nymphomaniac. You know she's sweetening any deal she can make with her pussy if that's what it takes to make it happen. Or even someone else's. In Christina's case, it was hers. We know he fucked her when he tattooed her, which, by the way, we know she was unconscious for."

"Fuck. The sedatives. She got those from him too. Why didn't I stop any of this? She's been doing this for... well, I don't know how long. But I've let her do it to a lot of women, Maggie. I'm just as culpable in Rebecca's death as she is."

"Culpable? Yeah, perhaps. Were you complicit? Absolutely not. And that's the difference. Feel your guilt. That's probably healthy for you at this point. But don't own hers."

"I hear what you're saying, but you're just being nice about it."

"More like realistic. Brandi very likely purchased laced heroin from Spike. She likely took it too. She could have just as easily died, like Rebecca did. Brandi's fingerprints were definitely in the room. They only found Rebecca's fingerprints on the syringes they found."

"Well that doesn't make any sense if they were both using."

"You gotta think bigger picture. Think of yourself as a woman doing the same drugs as the one on the other bed. You wake up, but she doesn't. You panic, because you bought the dope. So you pack your shit and get out, including the needles you used. I'm not saying she staged a crime scene. I'm saying she made herself disappear. Just like she did in Georgia."

"But she did leave those fingerprints in the room."

"Sure. She might have wiped down the ones she knew about. But it's a motel room. In a motel that likely didn't see a lot of cleaning. I'm sure there were a lot of fingerprints in there. That's how they found some of the guys that were fucking them. But with it being ruled accidental we're convinced they didn't look for anyone from outside of Vegas."

"That doesn't make sense to me."

"Why not?"

"Because those guys would have told the police they were with two women. I know they did, because the police eventually told me that. If they knew there were two women, and the one that died was from the LA area, why wouldn't they have at least looked there. They drove to LA to meet with me. What kept them from looking at all?"

"Holy shit! You're right! That doesn't make sense," she said with confusion. That was because she didn't have all the facts. She hadn't been in touch with Billy to know that Brandi's husband Scott had wired a hundred thousand dollars to two men to make the problem disappear just like Brandi had.

"I'm not saying they find her, because she's not who she says she is. You obviously ran a national search to find her files in Georgia. But they didn't look for a reason."

"It could just be incompetence. Or an overworked police department that went with the coroner's report."

"If that were the case they wouldn't have interviewed me. I don't believe in coincidences either, Maggie. Brandi was there. She found a way to make that investigation stop before it got to her."

"I think you're actually right."

"It doesn't matter now. They aren't going to go looking for a sinister ending. I think we both know Rebecca put those needles in her veins on her own. She was hooked on heroin long before she ever met me or Brandi. But I'm not going to be able to shake this feeling I have until I see Christina and know she's okay. I'm not sure what I'll do when I get there, but I have to go. I don't expect it to square things with Alex. He has every right to be livid with me. I am at myself."

"Okay, go ahead and go. But for God's sake, don't interfere with what we're doing. Maybe you should hook up with Billy. He's there, but laying low until he's needed. And that's if he is needed. But at least you'll be in the loop."

"Are you sure he's not going to be pissed too?"

"He might be. I'm not going to lie. He's really close to the Edwards family. Especially the kids. They love him. But you're owning your mistake, Gerard. It's unfair not to at least give you credit for that. We've all done things in the name of love that we realized later were foolish. For us to keep pointing it out when you're looking for a way to help is counterproductive. We should have one goal. Make sure Christina is okay, and if she's not, get her out of whatever situation she's in."

"You're right. But I'm going to say again that you're being way to gracious to me."

"If you say so. I'll call Billy and smooth things over if need be. I'll get back with you as soon as I can so I can tell you where he is."

"You know, don't bother. I'll find a place of my on. I don't want to intrude."

"I'm going to talk to him anyway. One, he should know you're going to be there in case things happen to where he does need your help. And, he might like the company. He's not with Kalinda and Ashley. Both Brandi and Christina know him. He had to stay away."

"Alright. I trust you. Whatever you think is best, I'll do. You have my word, Maggie."

"Good. Talk to you soon. And please, drive safe."

"Ha! I will. Bye."

Looking out her window, she totally switched gears. She watched Alex on the lawn tractor as he buzzed by close to the pool house. Inspired by the sight, she raced downstairs, putting on a pair of red Keds. In seconds she was outside, waving him down. He pulled up next to where she was standing on his next lap and shut off the engine.

"Hey there... what's up," he said with a goofy smile.

"Are you the lawn service man?"

"What?"

"My name's Maggie. I just moved in. They told me there was a lawn service that I'd have to be responsible to pay for... but, you know, living in Laguna Beach is already expensive as it is. I was wondering if we might be able to come to some kind of... alternative arrangement."

"Oh really," he chuckled, loving the lengths she seemed willing to go to just to have some naughty fun. "What kind of arrangement were you suggesting?"

"Well, I couldn't help but notice you're not wearing anything. As you can see, I'm not either. The advantage of living at a place with this much privacy."

"I'm sorry, Maggie. You're absolutely gorgeous and all that, but I get a lot of bored housewives that flash me to give themselves a thrill. I'm afraid the beautiful view doesn't make up for not getting paid."

"How about not getting laid?"

"Ha! What?"

"If all those housewives are doing is flashing you, then they're just a bunch of cock teasers. I like to think of myself as more of a cock pleaser."

"Is that so. In that case, what are you proposing?"

"I was hoping in lieu of a cash payment you might be willing to accept a monthly payment of a blowjob instead."

"I mow a minimum of four times a month. A blowjob isn't going to cut it."

"Is that a pun?" she smirked.

"Unintentional. Pussy. Every time I mow."

"How about pussy twice a month."

"Pussy twice a month, and a blowjob the weeks in between."

"Deal," she said excitedly, mainly because he'd gotten hard while they negotiated. He started to get off the tractor, and she stopped him. "Whoa. Where are you going?"

"Inside your house."

"Yeah, I don't let strangers in my house."

"But you'll let them in your pussy."

"My house, my rules," she shrugged. "Same goes for my cunt."

"Interesting credo. Nonetheless, I get paid up front."

"I'm thinking you get paid as you go."

"What?"

She bent over, grabbing his shaft while spitting on it a couple of times. Stroking it to lube it up, she straddled it facing him. Finding a position for her legs that worked, she sank down onto his cock.

"I'm ready. Fire it up and let's mow!"

He did, figuring out a way to navigate while allowing her room to ride him. The movement of the tractor itself created most of the action they'd need. That and the excitement of doing something so outrageously naughty.

They spent a half-hour riding around, the last fifteen minutes with the mower deck raised so he didn't have to concern himself with the job itself. He was a perfectionist about what the lawn looked like, the pattern having to be straight and precise. He was as anal about that as he wife was about the inside of their beautiful home.

He was going fast, making quick, sudden turns with the steering arms. She was gripping his torso, grinding her cunt over him. She didn't have to go hard, or fast. She was like a bull rider. She just had to stay on him to win. They both did.

"OOOHHH MMYYYYYYYYYYY GAAAAAWWWWWDDDD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, the sounds of the huge tractor drowning out her voice as she came like a wild slut.

"AAAAAHHHHHGGGGGGG!" he exclaimed just as loudly, his shout of ecstasy reaching decibels he'd never used before.

A minute later he'd paused in front of her place, in nearly the same spot where she'd first climbed on. She got off, not bothering to clean up the mess she was leaving on his still pulsing shaft.

"So... a blowjob next week?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Okay. Enjoy the rest of your day. Think of me the next time one of those housewives tease you," she winked and gave a playful wave.

Three minutes later he was back to naked mowing. She was lying on her bed, digging her fingers into her pussy to retrieve his load. Bringing it to her lips, she sucked the delicacy from them as she relived what she'd just done.

The melancholy mood fell over her. It happened often when she'd finish being with him. It all felt too good to be true; her being there, living in his pool house. In the back of her mind, she felt it was going to go up in a puff of smoke, disappearing like it all never happened. She was living a paradox. She knew the biggest concern, for all involved, was getting Christina home. Yet she couldn't shake the idea that she would become an unwelcome guest; a constant reminder of what she'd endured at the hands of Brandi. There was a gnawing in her chest, telling her not to get too comfortable in Laguna Beach, because she might be forced to move again.

Licking his cum from her fingertips, she began to cry. It was heavy; the deep, sobbing kind, where her breath would catch in the back of her throat from the sudden release of bottled up emotions all at once. She knew it was a narcissistic moment. Her plight was likely nothing compared to that of what Christina was going through. Yet she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself.

"She's going to want me out! I love being here so much! I don't want to leave," she bellowed as she curled up in a ball. She was at least thankful that her howling was masked by the mower outside the open windows. Otherwise she would have certainly been heard.

Her hand was between her tightly closed legs, covering her pussy. As the tears began to subside, a cathartic feeling washed over her. She'd been so focused on others; Alex, the kids, especially Christina, that she hadn't allowed herself to fully understand and process her own fears. She'd moved in so quickly, under the pretense that Alex's wife would be okay with what was an extreme reaction to an intense situation they were all experiencing. It was natural to wonder how the chips would really fall if and when it was all over. That uncertainty had weighed over her more than she cared to admit to herself.

Her deep admiration for Alex had turned into an infatuation. And that had manifested itself into a sexual fantasy, or really, an obsession. Her decisions on how to dress and act around the office were filtered through the prism of lustful desires. She'd jumped on the opportunity Christina had offered, not thinking about the consequences. Much like Christina herself. They'd both been caught in the swirling maelstrom of the sexual lifestyle the Edwards had embarked on. Personal gratification overrode rational thought in almost every scenario they encountered.

It was hard to believe she'd become intimately involved in their marriage. But more bizarre was the situation they were now embroiled in. Everything had happened so quickly. It had gone from her simply showing up on their doorstep on a Friday night as a way to entertain Alex while she was away for a three-day weekend, to her becoming a real caregiver to their children; to literally uprooting her life and moving into their pool house. And it had changed from a fun, sexual experience to a real-life drama with an uncertain outcome. The sex had become a necessary diversion to lesson their stress levels.

With crying came clarity. She got up and stared out the window, seeing the beautifully manicured lawn Alex had just finished mowing. He was busy doing edgework with a line trimmer and edger, now wearing some clothes and safety glasses to protect himself. It didn't lessen how sexy he looked, bare chested in a pair of khaki work pants, his bronze skin shimmering in the light. The sun had yet to crest the roofline of the main residence, but it didn't lessen the effect it had on her. She wasn't looking to expand on their morning sexual adventure. Instead she was thinking about why she was there to begin with. Christina.

With that clarity, like the cleansing that came we with a summer rain, gone were the feelings of concern, or even fear of being out of place there. She'd figure out if they could make things work between herself and Alex's wife once they got her home. And if they couldn't, she'd find another place. All that really mattered was Christina.

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Saturday Afternoon, May 24th -- DAY 9

"Do you want to check before we go?" Brandi asked.

"Ha! Now whose the acting like a slut,"

Christina replied.

"I'm not acting like a slut."

"You're right. You are one. And a whore. But then again so am I."

"That's not what I meant. I know we're whores, and when we're not we're sluts. That's really not up for debate any more. I'm not sure how wanting to check your email makes me a slut."

"Okay. But you're certainly a curious little cunt, now aren't you?"

"Well yeah. I can't help it. It's exciting, when you think about it."

"I wouldn't know. I haven't been."

"Been what?"

"Thinking about it. I lived it. If he decides to send me the videos, great. If not, I'm at peace with it."

"How can you say that? I was on pins and needles waiting to see if I was going to be in the video that got put up on porn sites," she said of the actual staged reality porn shoot she and her friend Gina were a part of in San Francisco.

"That's because you weren't sure they were going to include the footage of you and Gina. Although I'm not sure why. She was right. It would have been hard to edit the two of you out with what you both did."

"I still don't see how you can be so calm about this."

"It's because it's out of my control, B. He's got to factor in his career. He's got to decide if he can really trust me. That's a pretty big ask. Hopefully by my giving him the choice and taking myself out of the equation, he'll realize that he can."

"But you don't want to check now?"

"Only because you're going to bug the shit out of me the rest of the night if I don't," she laughed.

"So, we can!"

"Yes. Get your phone."

"Fuck that. Let me get my laptop. It's easier to edit them."

Christina took note of that slip up on Brandi's part. Her excitement over being able to check to see if anything had been sent had caused her to let down her guard. To that point, she'd maintained that Gerard was the one that was posting the videos on the internet. Christina knew better, but now she had proof. It also meant that any videos of her that had submitted were on that laptop, in both raw and edited formats.

Brandi fired up the Dell, and handed it to her. Christina quickly logged onto the email she'd created earlier that morning, making sure not to hit the password save feature. There were several in her inbox. One from Gmail itself welcoming her. The rest were from the only person that knew the username besides herself.

"He sent them," she winked.

"Oh my God! Really!?"

"Yeah. Let me download them so you can show me how to edit."

She downloaded the first, checking to make sure it went into that folder. Opening it to confirm, she quickly looked at the files already in there, and when they were downloaded. Her hypothesis was looking to be more of a fact. She didn't bother doing anything else. Instead she was playing the long game. She finished sending all the files from her email to the hard drive, and then she closed it. But not before typing.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm thanking him for having faith in me. And I'm promising him I have his back and he'll be protected. He seems to be pretty excited about this, but I need him to know he's not going to be exposed."