Camilla Ch. 074

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Twenty minutes later, Ted reached Camilla's dad's house, and parked on the driveway. They got out of the car and walked to the front door of the house. She took off his blazer and gave it to him.

"You can wear it inside," he said. "I don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of the neighbours."

"Oh, don't worry about them," she said. "It's late, they're all in bed. Please, take it."

"OK. If you insist." He put his blazer back on, ogling her pretty underwear, and hoping his ogling wasn't too obvious.

"Is there anything I can do to repay you, Ted?" She psychically fired up his heart.

"Well, uh," he said, finding it impossible to fight off the temptation. "Can I see you again?"

"Absolutely," she said. "Come here on Monday night. My daddy won't be home; he'll be dating his--ahem--girlfriend, and I'll have the house all to myself. I can cook you dinner."

"OK, but my wife--"

"You don't have to stay the night. We can be done with everything we're gonna do by about ten or eleven: Daddy won't be back home any earlier than that. Just tell your wife the truth: that you're seeing a friend--you know, for drinks. I'll wear a sexy dress; but this time, no underwear. See you then." She kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll be here at about eight."

"Great. See you then. Good night, and thank you." She opened the door and walked inside. He ogled those beautiful round buttocks her panties were caressing. With the door still wide open and her back to him, she took off her bra and let it fall to the floor. She kicked off her high heels. Then she put her index and middle fingers on her nipples so all the rest of her breasts were showing; she turned around to face him, let him get a good eyeful, and used her foot to close the door.

"Good night, shiksa goddess," he panted.

******************

On Sunday morning at Mass, Camilla's hair was black again, though she made her eyes blue for Agape's sake. Father Josiah's sermon was about resisting temptation: again, he often looked hard into her eyes as he spoke.

When Mass was finished and she and Agape went over to the priest to say goodbye, she waited for her father to go outside before having words with Josiah. She used Nigrovum to disguise the content of what she was saying, making all within earshot think their conversation was an innocent, Christian one.

"It's been so long since I've gotten down and prayed with you, Father," she seemed to say. (Actually, she said, "It's been so long since I've gotten down on you and prayed, Father.")

"Yes, and I'm sad about that," he said. ("Yes, and I'm glad about that.") Like her, he'd learned the Satanists' use of Nigrovum to disguise wicked speech with words of virtue.

"I thought you'd want your hands laid on me." ("I thought you'd want to get laid with me.")

"No need for that anymore," he said. "Only faith in God's the cure." ("I only crave God's allure.")

"Eating the body of Christ?" she asked. ("Needing your mommy? How nice," she taunted.)

"That, and works of charity for the poor." ("That won't work at all on me anymore.")

"If you fall into bad thoughts, I'll be praying." ("Oh, you'll want me back, Father; I'll be waiting.")

"I won't, Camilla. I'm resolved. I'll ask Christ for a shield to protect you from sin." ("I've cast a psychic force field to protect you from sin.")

"Man! Will you? So I'll never have terror at night?" ("That was you? So I'll never have pleasure at night?")

"It's for your own good," he insisted.

"You're so zealous for my holiness!" ("You're just jealous of my happiness!")

"I'm doing the Lord's work."

"What if I stop coming to church? You'll worry about my lost soul, and you'll want this sheep here again, back in the fold? Help me." ("...and you'll want to sleep with me again, back in my holes. You'll see.") She left, trying her best to hide her anger.

As he said goodbye to the other parishioners, he tried to hide his shaking. He was indeed zealous for her, and jealous of her.

*****************

Late that afternoon, she checked the messages on her cell-phone, which she hadn't looked at all day. A message had been left by Bob.

"It's about time he contacted me," she said, clicking on the message. "What's he been doing all this time?"

This was the message:

"I'm in jail. 22 Division. I was caught doing bad stuff on our website. I'm sorry. Please come see me. I'm going crazy. Bob."

She went to the police station. A policewoman told her what he did.

"My God!" Camilla said. "I can't believe it!"

"Did you know anything about this?" the policewoman asked.

"No!" Camilla said. "Of course not! That bastard! I wanna see him."

"This way." The policewoman took her to a room where she could talk to Bob. Camilla waited at a table, and in a few minutes, Bob came into the room to see her.

"Hi Camilla," he said with a shamed look on his face.

"You've got some explaining to do," she said.

"Yeah, I do."

"You put viruses on my website? Spyware? Why?" she demanded.

"To steal credit card numbers from all the guys who jerk off to your pix and video, and get at their money. Everybody in porn does it," Bob said.

"Not on my website, they don't. I don't want any dirty money."

Bob started getting choked up. "Look, about those links. I--"

"Yeah, what about them? Links to kiddie porn websites? You sick asshole! How could you?"

*****************

In another room, the policewoman was listening to their conversation with some other cops.

"From the looks of it, she seems to have been telling the truth. She didn't know about what he was doing," a male cop said.

"Or she's an excellent actress, and she's covering her ass," the policewoman said.

*****************

"How could you betray me like that?" Camilla shouted.

"I-I don't know. I--" Bob began, crying. "I've been going crazy lately. I don't know what's wrong with me. I sleep at night, and that girl I fucked in Vancouver, she fucks me in my dreams, and I wake up with a scratched, bloody back. Her presence in my dreams seems so real: is she a ghost or something? She's getting revenge on me for what I did to her."

"What did you do to her?" Camilla asked, shuddering.

"OK, what I told you about her before; it wasn't the truth. She wasn't just some woman I had casual sex with one night; she was sixteen, and I...I..."

"You raped her?"

"Yes!" He was crying loudly now. "I feel like something's inside me," Bob continued, always sobbing. "Something alien, warping my mind. Whatever it is, it gets me hornier than I normally am. Makes me want things I never used to want...at least I don't think I ever wanted those things before. Money. Underage pussy. I don't know who I am anymore. Help me, Camil."

His rape victim must have died from depression and despair, Camilla thought; her scratching on his back was her fighting to get him off her. Now she scratches to get back at the bastard. Camilla rose slowly from her chair with a look of speechless shock on her face.

"Camilla?" Bob said. "Please forgive me."

Camilla turned around and slowly walked toward the door.

"Camilla! Don't leave me! I can't bear to be alone now! Camilla!"

She walked out of the room, then went into a washroom. She found a toilet stall, went in and locked the door. She sat on the toilet and meditated. First, she visualized all the viruses he'd put on her website. Locking an image of all of them in her mind, she imagined them all on fire and disintegrating. In a minute, they were all gone; her website was clean. Then she visualized a deletion of all the kiddie porn links: within seconds, they were all gone, too.

Finally, she imagined Bob confessing to all his crimes, including the rape of the Vancouver girl. In his confession, he would insist that Camilla had no knowledge of, or involvement in, any of his crimes. She imagined his every word, carefully chosen to ensure she'd never be implicated in any way.

Then she left the police station.

*****************

On Monday night, Ted rang the doorbell to Agape's house. Camilla wore the dark blue evening gown she'd worn at the wine and cheese party, the one she turned Dr. Abruzzi on in; she came to the door and opened it. She'd made her hair and eyes temporarily blonde and blue again.

"Hi Ted," she said. "Come in."

"Wow," he gasped, unable to take his eyes off her cleavage. "You look...so hot!"

"Thanks," she said. "Wait'll you see me from behind." She turned around and walked toward the dinner table. As he followed her in, he gasped again at the sight of her two inches of exposed buttock cleavage.

They sat at the table and began eating. She'd served Fettucine alfredo with shrimp for them.

"Now, here's something I never eat with my family," he said, popping some of the food in his mouth.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Shrimp," he said. "Mmm, this is good!"

"Thanks. Why doesn't your family serve you shrimp?"

"Because the rest of my family are observant Jews." He put some more in his mouth.

"Oh, no!" she said. "I'm so sorry. Had I known, I would have--"

"Oh, it's OK, really. I'm an atheist. I don't need my food to be kosher. Don't worry about it. In fact, your cooking is delicious. You are talented in the kitchen."

"Thanks."

"I've been meaning to ask: how old are you?"

"About 18 and a half."

"Good God! I'm old enough to be your father."

"I know," she said with a lewd smile.

After dinner, she took him up to her bedroom.

"Ready to see the rest of me?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," he said, sitting on the bed and unzipping his pants. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

She dropped her dress, revealing her frontal nudity to him. His jaw dropped to the ground. Then she turned around for him, so his eyes could feast on her soft pair of peaches at the back.

"Do you like my body?" she asked with a grin.

"You're a shiksa goddess," he gasped. "You're Asherah, all the way."

"Thanks." She kicked off her high heels and got on the bed on all fours, with her legs spread wide apart so he could see her asshole and pussy.

Panting as he ogled her, he frantically took off his pants and underwear and got on the bed behind her. Pointing his erection at her pussy, he asked, "What about condoms?"

"You won't need 'em," she said. "My body kills off any viruses or germs that come in."

"How's that?" he asked, sneering in disbelief.

"I have friends in high places," she said. "The sons of God."

"I don't follow you."

"You don't have to," she said, using Nigrovum to turn off his questioning mind. Though she felt Father Josiah's psychic barriers interfering with her fun, she visualized huge fists punching at those walls. After several strikes, the walls were torn down, and she could finally feel her power being restored to her to the maximum. Now she knew she had Ted all in her control.

He pushed his erection against her wet vaginal orifice, making her moan. Then he slid it in a few inches; she moaned higher and louder. Finally, he went all the way in; he was about six and a half inches--just her length. The thickness of his cock rubbed against her G-spot, exciting it. The tip of his cock pressed kisses against her A-spot, and after the first four pokes, she came her first orgasm.

"Ah!" she screamed.

"Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "That...was fast! You're a...wet one."

"Oh, don't stop!" she squealed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Ah!"

He thrust away, aggressively and quickly. She came a second time, drenching her bedsheets and amazing him.

"We...keep this up, and we're...gonna drown. Unh!"

"Keep going! Go! Go! Oh!" she screamed.

She was making so much noise that neither of them heard the front door open. Agape had just kissed Carrie goodnight and walked into his house. The upstairs lovers didn't hear him, but he sure heard them...or her, rather.

"Oh, my God! Ah!" she screamed. "Fuck my...hot pussy. Oh!" she came a third time.

"You're in-satiable," he panted. Oh!"

Though Agape wasn't too happy with his daughter bringing some stranger into his house for casual sex, he was much more worried about how familiar that screaming sounded. Of course, if he'd gone into her bedroom as before, he might have seen only her as he had before. He'd had a few to drink when he was with Carrie, so maybe in his inebriation he was imagining things again. Anyway, he hoped that was the case. If there really was a man with her this time (and it really sounded that way this time), he didn't want to confront the situation. To save face, he quietly went into his bedroom and closed the door, waiting for the other man to leave.

"How many...more times...are you...going to come?" Ted asked in sighs.

"You ready...to come?" she moaned.

"Yeah, pretty soon."

"Take it out, then stand on the bed."

He pulled his cock out, and she turned around. He was standing, and she was on her knees before his cock, jerking him off with his cock pointing straight at her face. He moaned louder and louder, then blew his load. He splashed on her nose, her forehead, her left eye, and her right cheek. He just looked down in amazement.

"Sheila," he panted. "Get over here...and take notes."

"Who's Sheila?" Camilla asked.

"My wife," he said.

After several more minutes of catching their breath, he got dressed. She, still naked and with his come dripping down her cheeks, followed him out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

At the front door, he said, "Thanks for a wonderful evening, Camilla. If you ever want a job at the CBC, just let me know."

"OK, and thank you, sir--I mean Ted. That was a lay I really needed; I've been sexually starving for the past several days."

"Really?" he asked. "Somehow, I find that hard to believe. Anyway, good night. I hope we can get together again some time."

"Me, too. Good night." He left.

She went back upstairs, washed her face, and went to bed, totally unaware that her father had already come home. Luckily for her, the timid man had no intention of confronting her with what she'd done; he was too worried contemplating those all-too-familiar screams.

**********************

The next day, Camilla received a phone call from that policewoman.

"Hello?" Camilla asked.

"I have some good news and some bad news for you," the policewoman said. "Come over to the police station and I'll let you know."

Camilla arrived there in about an hour. She and the policewoman went into a private room. "What's this good and bad news?" Camilla asked nervously.

The policewoman explained, "The good news is, Bob confessed to everything, including his raping and murdering a teenage girl back in Vancouver."

"Murder?" Camilla asked with a gasp.

"Yes, but you didn't let me finish," the policewoman continued. "The good news is, he corroborated your story, insisting you knew nothing about his computer crimes; so you don't need to worry about any charges being laid against you."

"Oh, good."

"The bad news is, your business partner is going to prison for many years; the judge has to decide how many, and will tell Bob some time later this week."

"I see."

After finishing her discussion with the policewoman, Camilla left the police station with a dazed look in her eyes.

Small wonder he was so willing to leave Vancouver and be with me in Toronto, she thought as she looked for a taxicab; Now I need a new photographer.

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