Everything's
Good.
By
TOXIS
I knew it was
going to be bad when two of the three detectives turned away from me when I
walked in.�� There was a television in
the corner rolling static on the screen.��
The one detective who would look at me asked me to sit.�� I took the chair at the head of the table
away from the TV.�� Only the one sat down
with me.
�Look, I�m sorry
to have to say this but we need you to watch a video tape we just got.��� His name tag said �Ellison� and there was a
coffee stain on his shirt down by the belt.��
�It came in last night and it got to me this morning.� Maybe it�s her,� � you know, your fianc� but we need you to
say so.��� I nodded; there wasn�t much
else to do.�� Detective Ellison nodded
and one of his deaf mute playmates pushed the button on the VCR.��
There were a few
seconds of black trailer, then the picture flipped wildly while the
photographer took his time pointing the camera.�� And then the videotape was running.�� The TV had a shiny pair of black maryjanes,
thick platforms with high heels.�� The
camera moved up and there were white socks that went over the knee; then came
lots of bare thigh.�� Finally there was a
tiny, pleated plaid skirt that left the girl�s navel exposes, a glittery thing
dangling there.�� There was a white
blouse tied up to show lots of midriff.��
The way young girls fidget, hands plucking at her short skirt, feet in a
constant little shuffle, hips in a tiny sway, I was watching a sexy teen tart
until the camera showed her face.�� There
was too much makeup, and the twin pony tails were very high on the back of her
head, but it was her.� I asked them to
stop the tape and they did.
�The internet
crime guys sent us this video.� It comes
out of a link that goes to Russia.� We
think she may not be in the country right now.��� I reached forward and took the styrofoam cup
of water.�� �See, our people have a back
door into a channel these creeps use that runs next to their porn sites.�� It�s like a separate extension line on your
phone, and they use it to send videotapes like this, that show girls, you know,
that they are training.�� We think that
they kidnap girls that they want and ship them out of the country, and somehow
train them.�� Then they send them
back.��� I looked away, out the grimy
window.�� I could see the Brooklyn
Bridge.� �We�re gonna keep right on
looking for her, you know � for Jaclyn, and we�ll stay in touch.�� He offered me his hand and I shook it.� I tried to look him in the eye and he looked
down.� The other two were busy watching
the ceiling to make sure it didn�t suddenly collapse.�� That�s when I knew; there were more
tapes.� After I left, I realized that I
hadn�t said a word.
*****
A couple of weeks
passed and I�d get a call every Thursday, short and awkward.� Ellison would tell me that they were watching
but there was no indication that Jaclyn would be in the country in the near
future.�� I came in one morning and took
off my raincoat.� Ellison was squeezed
into a seat in our lobby.�� When he saw
me see him, he got up and came over.� We
shook hands and he took me by the elbow and led me to the elevators.�� We were alone as we went up.� �You know we got more tapes, right?��� I told him I had figured that out at the
first meeting.�� He nodded, more to
himself than me, like he was checking something off a list.�� �Yeah, you�re right, we held some back.� And then there were more.�� Like maybe seven now.�� They seem to turn up every couple of days,
sort of like a progress report, you know.��
It�s like they are making sure everybody knows how far along your fianc�
is.�� Ellison barked a laugh.� �Hell, even we know � you get what I
mean.��� It must have been my face.�� �No offense but it�s a fact.� We know and they know.�� Your fianc� is changing and you need to get
used to that.�� When we get her back, she
won�t be like she was.��� He tried to
change the subject.� �Tell me about her.�
She was always a
good girl.�� Good looks, good in school,
good in bed.�� Looked good in clothes and
no clothes.�� Good sense of humor.�� Everything was good or it had been � at
least for her.�� But now, not so
much.�� He nodded and made notes like
what I said mattered but we both knew that it didn�t.�� What I said was bullshit because we both
knew the only thing that mattered to Jaclyn now was what her trainers
said.�� He offered me the tapes, a
package in his hand and waited to see if I would take them.�� I told him to stay in touch and asked the
receptionist to hold my calls.�� I closed
my door and loaded the tape marked number one.
*****
�Daddy, please
play with me � Daddy you know how much I want it � I want it all the time,
Daddy.��� The nasty school girl was in a
reverse cowboy, a huge black cock ramming up her ass.�� You knew that she liked it because a big
smile was plastered on her face.�� Insatiably,
she impaled herself, up and down, letting the thrust of her motion launch her
perky breasts into wild jiggles.�� Now
she was settling down, letting the thick penis penetrate all the way in, then
wiggling to make sure that she had it all.�
�Daddy you�re so big� � I love it
how big you are��� Like you totally can
fill my slutty teen ass with your big black cock.��� She was humping again, going up and nearly
off only to slide back down.�� Another
tape.�� The slutty teeny-bopper was in
the backseat of a car, her ankles in the air, black maryjanes and white
anklets.� Someone was pumping away into
her.�� He spasmed and then got off; the
next guy got on and there was a line.��
Whatever Jaclyn was saying was muffled by the guy in her mouth.� And then there was the lezzie girl in her
racy lingerie, licking at another girl�s dripping pussy.�� And the teen tramp leading the man down the
alley for the quickie blowjob.�� In the
first tape, Jaclyn had looked afraid and awkward, like she didn�t fit in, like
she didn�t know what to do.�� I took the
last tape out of the VCR.�� Jaclyn in an
�oreo� sandwich, screaming out fake orgasms for the camera.�� She still looked afraid but she certainly
wasn�t awkward any more and she knew exactly what to do.
*****
Ellison kept dancing
around what he had come to say.�� He had
already told me that this tape was different but not how, just that it was
different and that I might want not to look at it, which was okay, he said, but
it was my decision but it was different.�
Jaclyn was different but it was up to me.�� He was talking about another case that had
turned out okay.� They found the girl and
she was getting help and it was okay and he was nodding to himself in that
checklist way he has.� Then he gave my
desk a little pat as if to say we were done and started to leave.�� �One more thing, my people say that they
think Jaclyn has been fully trained and they might send her back now.� If that�s right, we�ll be looking and when we
get a lead, I�ll let you know.��� Jaclyn
had disappeared a year ago.�� I had two
shelves of tapes.� I took the last one
and told Ellison to call me when he had something to tell me.
*****
Jaclyn was still
recognizable but nothing like what she used to be.�� Some of the things that they had done to
here were no surprise.�� Her breasts were
very big and very round, huge aureoles and nipples like thumbs, real eye
catchers.�� And they had done her face �
new nose, now snubbed and upturned like a little girl, new lips full and
pouting and some other things that I could tell had happened but not sure what
or how.� She was a honey blonde in a
bouncy pony tail, dressed like a pop tart wannabee.�� She made no effort to avoid the camera; to the
contrary, she posed and giggled, flashed her panties, spun away from the camera
and bent forward to expose her tight ass.��
�My name�s Jaki and I�m a little slut.�
I�m looking for generous daddies who want to be good to me �cause I�m
real good to them.� If you want to be my
daddy, you know what to do to make a date.���
There was a quick montage of fresh footage of Jaclyn fucking and sucking
a variety of men and women, too quick to count but clearly more than enough to
demonstrate her credentials as a total whore.�
Maybe the fifth time through, I figured out what was bothering me so
much.�� It was her eyes.� When she looked at the camera, it was
different.�� She wasn�t afraid.
*****
Ellison called me
about two months later.�� They had Jaclyn
under protection.�� There had been a tip
that young girls were being tricked out of a bar on Canal, and a raid had
swooped her up.�� I could see her as soon
as I could get there.�� I got a taxi and
made the station house in less than ten minutes.�� Ellison was on the landing to the second
floor.�� He put a hand on my chest and
wouldn�t let me pass.�� �She�s up there
so take your time.�� We need to
talk.��� We were in a side room, maybe a
room for interviewing suspects.�� �It�s
been a year and she�s been through a lot.���
I nodded and looked at the door.�
Ellison ignored that.�� �You got
to give her some room.�� She did what she
had to do.� Give the girl some
credit.�� She got back.�� You know that she�s changed.�� He looked at me, made me look back at
him.� I had nothing to say and Ellison
kept talking.� �You need to be there for
her.�� Try to accept her as she is now.�
The door opened
and one of the detectives stepped aside to let Jaki come in.�� She was taller, that was the first thing
that struck me, taller and I looked down.�
Six inch plats.�� The tiny skirt
in a pink and black pleated plaid, the too tight pink fussy sweater, the white
over-the-knee soxs.� Her breasts bulged
inside the top, her ass on display.�� She
minced over in her high heels, looking up at me, nervous, it was something new
to see, Jaki was afraid again but this time of me.�� I opened my arms and took her into a big
embrace.�� She nestled inside and held on
tight.�� We stayed like that a while, and
then Jaclyn and I went home.
*****
Jaki, that�s what
I call her now, is bent over my desk and I am screwing her ass.�� She is taking it like a pro.�� If she doesn�t like this, I can�t tell.�� Looks like she�s ready to cream
herself.�� When we got back, I explained
how things were going to be.� Jaclyn was
gone and both of us were going to have to accept that.� I accepted Jaki for who she was now and would
take care of her, and she would take care of me.�� I would take her shopping for new
clothes.� She would call her law firm and
say she wasn�t coming back, that they should send her the partner�s payment she
was due.�� I would give her a job in my
office, something menial that did not require her to think and she would be my
private office slut.�� I shot my wad and
Jaki cleaned me and then herself.�� She�s
very professional now.
I watched her
wiggle out as I picked up the throw-away cell phone.�� I got Nikolai on the second ring.�� �I have your last payment.� She�s better than you said she would be so I
threw in another twenty-five grand.�� I
might need you if she needs a refresher.���
I hung up and looked out the window.��
Maybe a blow job after lunch?
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