ASS: Friday night at Friday's. New story by G.M.Torrey (voyeurism, m/f, f/f, suspense, prison)

[G.M. Torrey]

The following is a work of fiction, which is copyrighted by the
author. All rights reserved. The author neither proposes nor condones
behavior such as this. This story is intended to be read by adults,
for their entertainment only.

Friday Night at Friday's
By G.M. Torrey, copyright 1999 by the author

Friday night at Friday's was not Jason's way to spend a Friday
night.
The crowd reminded too much of his single days when he would
stroll in after work, for the weekly ''meet market'' session, hoping
to at least meet a nice lady for a date the next night, or a very
intoxicated woman whose urges would overcome her common sense and
invite him home for a few hours, or accompany him to his apartment,
either way for few hot rounds of sex.
There was a trick to succeeding at either. Jason never got the
knack down. As a result, he usually woke up on Saturday morning when a
headache that hadn't been there the evening before and longing between
his legs that had been.
But that had been years ago. So why, Jason thought, was he
again sitting in a place like Friday's on a Friday night?
Easy. He was married.
To his right sat Janice, his wife of seven years. Janice had
long brown hair, medium breasts and sort of a stringy figure that her
shapely thighs made up somewhat for, but not completely. Across from
him was Judy, a wide-eyed blonde who at first glance might be the butt
of more than a few bad jokes. Cynthia was to her left, a brunette who
didn't seem to mind that the first streaks of gray were beginning to
pockmark her well-kept, curly hair.
The three women were gabbing about everything. Judy, about her
husband _ "Dan, damn him," as she put it _ who refused to do anything
on Friday night but come home and sit down in front of the television.
Jason stifled a yawn. The man had the right idea. Cynthia about her
boyfriend, Tommy, who had promised an engagement ring by Christmas.
Since it was April, Jason wondered how long it would take Tommy to
come up with another graceful excuse for the fourth straight year why
the couple had to wait. And Janice, listening so intently and giving
both advice. The other women sighed and told her what a find Jason had
been at thirty-something-plus. Jason merely smiled as Janice patted
his arm in agreement.
But the empty chair at the head of the table bothered him. It
was the reason he was at the bar on this Friday night. Otherwise, just
like damn Dan, he'd be sitting home watching the Astros game on TV,
after telling Janice to have a good time with her friends.
Daneta was supposed to be there. And just like reliable
Daneta, she hadn't shown up. And, as usual, the female friends began
chatting about their absent comrade.
''Larry must be over there,'' Cynthia offered.
''Larry is always over there,'' Judy said.
''Mix Daneta and Larry and what do you have?'' Jason's wife
offered.
''Forgotten dinner date,'' Cynthia said. ''And a lot of
stretched orifices.''
''Cynthia!'' Janice said in mock horror.
''Hey, by her own words. She'd be hell writing porn,'' Cynthia
said. Everyone laughed, including Jason.
Daneta's sex life was well-known among the women, hardly a
surprise since Daneta made no hint about hiding it, often joking about
it herself. That titillated Jason. A woman totally without any
inhibitions would be a fun screw. But Daneta, from that standpoint,
might as well be on another planet. Janice and Daneta were great
friends, and had been long before Jason met his wife.
Still, Janice fantasized aloud about Bruce Willis. Jason saved
his for Daneta, silently. He found his wife's preoccupation with the
actor amusing. She would not have the same reaction with his about one
her best friends.
The women continued to talk about Daneta as Jason silently
sipped his Miller. Occasionally, one would laugh about how obviously
comfortable the women were with Jason. Janice reassured them that
Jason was the best at keeping his mouth shut. Again, they all laughed.
Jason allowed himself a slight grin.
The talk turned to Larry, the guy Daneta had nabbed after at
least ten boyfriends in a 2 1/2 year span. Five of them had come to
drinks on Friday nights. Two had come with Daneta to Jason and
Janice's home and they had shared dinner at Daneta's with
still-another lover. All had appeared solid, but Daneta, by her own
admission, had a short attention span.
The chit-chat continued until Cynthia sounded the warning.
''Guess who just walked through the front door?''
Daneta came up, gave everyone a hearty greeting and Jason a
little peck on the cheek. ''Sorry, I'm late,'' she said.
Janice grinned. ''You're early.''
''Oh, screw off,'' Daneta said lightly, drawing laughter from
everyone, including Janice. She pulled up a chair at the end of the
table. Before she sat down, Jason allowed himself to take in the
woman. About 5-3, with short brown hair, Daneta sported a pair of
medium-sized breasts that seemed to turn upwards, even though they
were supported by a bra. Her hips complimented the rest of her body
perfectly. Her ass was a tight sight to behold. By the time the woman
was seated, Jason was looking down in his beer.
''Where's Larry?'' Judy asked.
''Working overtime,'' Daneta said. ''Didn't let me know until
about an hour ago. He's something else.''
Cynthia grinned. ''You sure he doesn't have a honey on the
side?''
Daneta ordered a wine and smiled. ''Positive. I'd cut his
balls off.''
Everyone laughed. Vintage Daneta.
''Besides, I already checked up on him,'' she added.
The long-winded conversation resumed, this time in a different
direction that Jason was only faintly aware of.. Daneta had taken his
breath away. He listened to her every word, politely looking at her as
she spoke, but the sentences did not register. His mind was drifting
elsewhere.
The time outside another restaurant where Janice, Jason and
Daneta had met to eat. Janice's order to accompany Daneta down a dark
street and around the corner where her car was parked. Out of sight,
Daneta had thanked him, and then surprised him with a breast-forward
hug and a firm kiss on the cheek.. Jason had returned the hug and the
kiss. Four seconds. Harmless enough.
By the time he returned to Janice waiting in their car, he
felt the beginnings of a strong erection. The same type he was trying
to resist now as he listened to Daneta chat. He recalled his thoughts
from that time before: Could it be possible that Daneta might, just
might, want to make it on the side?
Nah. Even the thought was suicidal. Any approach would be
reported to Janice in a second.
Or would it?
He couldn't be sure. Bad idea, best forgotten. Janice meant
too much to risk it all for a single liaison with Daneta, as good as
it might be.
Then, one day, Daneta had come by the house to change for a
business appointment. Jason was trapped in the office at the time, but
Janice casually let him know during their mid-afternoon telephone
conversation that her wayward friend was using the guest shower. After
hanging up, Jason drifted into a daydream: Daneta naked, in his
shower, soaping down her entire body. Under the desk, his penis stood
at full attention.
The next day, a Saturday, with Janice gone grocery shopping,
Jason stared into the bathroom and imagined Daneta standing there
without a stitch on. Suddenly, he striped himself bare. In the naked
fantasy, he saw the woman turn, an expression of horror on her face,
instead of the inviting smile he had expected.
She tried to talk him out of it. And, in his fantasy world, he
would not allow it. He pulled back the covers and the sheets. Daneta
was forced to the bed. He penetrated her unwillingly enjoying each
stroke until he exploded inside of her.
The fantasy was interrupted by the sound of Janice's car
pulling into the driveway. Her struggling with the grocery bags gave
him barely enough time to dress, quickly wipe up the real-life remains
of his daydreaming from the mattress and hurriedly throw the bed
together before she was inside.
Jason was good. He had been taking a nap on top of the bed.
Janice shook her head and ordered him to bring in the groceries.
His attention snapped back to the present as Daneta talked
about Larry's business and what a great guy he was. Judy commented
that Daneta maybe, just maybe, had found her man. Daneta smiled and
ordered another wine. The women joined her. Jason nodded. He would
have another Miller.
''That's what I like about your husband,'' Daneta said to
Janice. ''Orders what he wants, beer or not.''
''What you see is what you get,'' Jason said with a grin.
''And that is why, my dear Janice, you have a catch,'' Daneta
said. Janice reached over and kissed Jason. The other women nodded in
agreement.
Jason smiled. But he knew why he had come to Friday's on a
Friday night.
To see Daneta.
********
''Did you enjoy yourself?'' Janice asked as the couple readied
for bed.
''Fine,'' Jason said. ''It was fun.''
''You didn't say much.''
''With you four magpies, a man couldn't get a word in
edgewise.''
Janice tossed a pillow at him. Jason jumped on the bed and
grabbed his wife. Tussling in the nude, nature took its course. They
made love for over an hour. Jason truly loved Janice and he felt the
emotion returned without hesitation.
But tonight it was different. As Janice sucked Jason's penis,
it was Daneta's mouth over the organ. As he pushed his tongue inside
his wife, it was Daneta whose legs were spread. As he fondled and
squeezed her breasts, it was Daneta's bare chest receiving his
attention. As his organ stroked Janice, it was Daneta climaxing. As he
exploded, it was Daneta being filled and calling his name.
Janice thanked him profusely. Jason did the same, all the time
being very careful not to accidentally call her Daneta.
*********
Janice left late the next Saturday morning to shop. Heavy rain
had demolished Jason's plans to play golf, leaving himself alone in
the house with various CDs of jazz and classical music. It was a good
time to relax.
As he sat in his recliner, Jason's thoughts drifted back to
Daneta.
Dinner at her house with old-what's-his-name. They came and
went so quickly that not even the gal-pal bunch could remember them
all. But bits and pieces of the conversation from the previous night
indicated that Daneta just might have found her man. Sooner or later,
loyalty and love would set in.
And that would demolish any hope that Jason might be able to
have a one-time rendezvous with Daneta.
He remembered the bathroom where he had excused himself to
after the dinner at Daneta's. Again, thoughts of Daneta naked in the
shower-bathtub overtook his thoughts.
How about a quick look? Would it be possible if he dared?
Damn plexiglass window. The type that diffused images on both
sides. Not a chance. But the window was slightly raised. Two bolts
kept it from being open fully enough for someone to come inside.
Did Daneta shower with the window cracked? No one could be
that lucky.
Or could they?
********
At best it was a longshot. But Jason was ready to try when
Janice left town for two days on a sales trip. Daneta lived on the
other side of the city and he would need a luxury of time to execute
what was a risky and probably low-return plan.
He chose to leave at 8 p.m. By 8:45, he had arrived at
Daneta's house. Slowly cruising by, he saw her Toyota Camry in the
driveway. No sign of another car. She was probably not at home or by
herself.
The plan still was alive.
Daneta's house was located on a corner. Behind it was an
undeveloped area shrouded by woods. Jason drove down a paved street,
obviously once intended for additional houses and pulled into a path
that led him down a dirt trail. With lights out, he drove out of sight
and parked.
8:50. A weeknight. TV shows changed at 9. Daneta once said she
always was in bed before 10, unless, of course, she had better things
to do. Knowing it was crazy, Jason still left the car and carefully
made his way through the thin woods towards Daneta's house. He stepped
lightly as if the slightest crack of a twig could be heard by the
woman.
At 8:54, Jason could view the back of Daneta's fully lit home.
The drapes to the den were open, but he saw no one. A bluish light
indicated a television was on, giving him hope. He wanted to move
towards the chain-link fence, but did not dare with the curtain open.
Suddenly, a hand reached around the shade and drew it shut.
Five seconds later, the lights in the den were extinguished. Toward
the side of the house, where the bedroom and bath were located, the
lights went out one by one.
Jason made his way carefully forward, his only enemy a dim
light that shot out from the back porch.
There was no lock on the gate. So like Daneta. Jason carefully
opened it and entered. The joints cooperated by not squeaking. With
stealth-like steps he made his way to the only light remaining in view
from the back. He knew it was the bedroom.
The window was covered by blue shutters, which at first glance
seemed fully closed. Bending down, Jason looked up. The angle of the
shutters provided him with a somewhat diffused view of the lit room.
He saw motion and gasped.
Daneta was in the room alone, seated on the edge of the bed,
flipping off her shoes. She was clad in a blue T-shirt and white
shorts. Rising from the mattress, Daneta, in a quick motion pulled the
shirt over her head. Jason's eyes had to focus for a moment before he
comprehended a quick glimpse of her braless breasts. He gasped aloud,
then wondered for a moment if she had heard him. She turned towards
the window, but then looked down and removed the shorts, revealing a
pair of blue panties. Stretching with fatigue, her arms above her
head, her back was turned to him, revealing the blur of a beautifully
curved back and her tight ass covered by the panties.
Take off your panties, Daneta, Jason thought, and turn around.
Instead, she turned and went into the bathroom, closing the
door behind her.
Jason cussed softly to himself. Now, what to do?
This far along, he edged himself to the side of the house.
There was one window to pass, fully drawn, before he reached the
bathroom. Not even breathing, he made his way to the opening
The opaque window was shut fully. Show over.
Jason leaned against the brick wall, thinking about the
insanity of what he had done. Risking his marriage, his reputation in
hopes of seeing Daneta nude. It was time to escape, forget about what
he had done. He waited, hoping to hear the water start. It was then he
would flee.
A noise to his left made him jump.
The window had been raised just enough to let the steam out.
Jason edged his way to the window. There was not more than a
one-inch crack to allow him a view he was not entitled to. Bending
down below the level of the high glass, he slowly rose until his eyes
were at the left corner. He nearly gasped.
Daneta had just kicked her panties in the corner and her body
faced the window, her head turned towards the mirror, obviously
studying herself. Her breasts, with large nipples, turned upward,
obviously making the bra more protocol than necessity. A full patch of
shapely trimmed brown hair filled her triangle. A tight band formed
around Jason's stomach as she turned her body to the mirror and bent
over, applying cold cream to remove her makeup, her ass sticking out
in hard perfection, curving perfectly into her proportioned thighs and
shapely calves.
Jason barely blinked as she watched Daneta. As she looked to
the left, obviously finished with her face, he bent back down for
safety. He would listen for the next clue. With a loud squeak, water
began running. The show had only begun. He heard a rustling above him,
which caused him to hold his breath. Daneta was merely inches away
from him. He finally worked up the courage to peek again.
He saw nothing but Daneta bent over in front of him. Before he
thought, he pushed forward for a closer glimpse.
Suddenly, holding a towel, Daneta's face came up to the
window. She did a double-take as she realized a pair of eyes was
gazing upon her. Her mouth opened, froze a moment, then let out a
blood-curdling scream.
As Jason took off, he heard the window slam shut. He didn't
stop running, not daring to look back and made his way through the
yard and the open gate. As he made his way through the safety of the
woods, the twigs under his feet sounded like explosions.
At his car, he jumped in, took a deep breath and held it until
the engine started and backed down the path. He turned back up the
street and took a left turn, away from Daneta's house, praying the
cops weren't already on the way. Using a series of neighborhood
streets, he managed to escape. He had traveled nearly a mile before he
realized his lights weren't on. From there, he drove at moderate rate
until he reached home, a thousand thoughts sailing through his mind.
The opening had been too small for identification. But what
had Daneta done after that? Gone to a window to see who was outside?
Had he had enough time to get to darkness before she had?
As he turned the corner onto his street, Jason wondered what
he be awaiting him. He might know quickly if Daneta had known the
identity of her peeper.
The street was empty. He hit the automatic garage door opener,
pulled the car in and shut the door behind him. It took five minutes
for him to regain some semblance of composure.
Total insanity. What in the world had he been thinking?
Inside, the phone rang. Jason gripped the steering wheel.
Could that be Daneta, looking for him, or perhaps, even worse, Janice?
The ringing stopped. The answering machine had picked up the
call.
It took Jason five more minutes to work up the nerve to go
inside and another minute to push the button beside the blinking red
message line.
The caller was Janice from her hotel, telling him he missed
him and she loved him.
********
Daneta, this time with Larry in tow, sat across from the usual
group at Friday's, Jason and Janice included. Jason had gotten his
usual peck on the cheek when the other couple arrived and Larry pumped
his hand vigorously with a smile. Jason still wondered if he had
gotten away with it. The Miller was giving him gas tonight.
But the bantering conversation, with periodic refills for the
entire group, went along at the usual Friday night pace. Finally,
Daneta broached the subject.
''Man, you can't tell who's running around loose,'' she said.
''What do you mean?'' Cynthia asked. Jason braced himself.
''I had a pair of eyes through my bathroom window about a week
ago,'' Daneta said. ''Pervert.'' The word cut through Jason.
''Who?'' Judy asked.
Daneta shrugged. ''My bathroom fan's been out of order.
Cracked the window about an inch to let the steam out. Bent over to
get a towel, looked up and there they were. A pair of little creepy
eyes looking at me.''
''What happened?'' Janice asked.
''I screamed. He ran like hell. Cut through the woods behind
the house.''
''Did you see him?'' Jason asked.
Daneta shook her head. ''I saw him just as he vanished. Called
the cops, but they're so damn slow. I don't know who was a bigger
jerk. They seemed to think it was funny.''
Cynthia snorted. ''Guys like that...''
''I'd be careful,'' Judy said. ''He might be back.''
Daneta shrugged. ''I don't think so. There's a neighborhood
kid who supposedly has been pulling that stuff. They're just waiting
to nail him. It might have been him. In fact, you'd have to know the
neighborhood to know those woods. Well, I told the cops what to do
with him if they caught him.''
''Slap on the wrist?'' Janice asked.
''Hah. State reform school. You get a look at me and you pay.
Right, Larry?''
Everyone laughed, including Larry and Jason, who was afraid
not to.
''Well, Larry and I are going to a romantic dinner, gang.
Don't you all get too looped now.''
''No more than usual,'' Cynthia said. The couple departed.
''I worry about that,'' Janice said.
''Why?'' Judy asked.
''Daneta's dumped so many guys and some of them not so
nicely.''
Jason ordered another beer. ''You think one of them might come
back uninvited?''
Cynthia nodded. ''Five will get you ten that's who it was. And
Lord, think of all the suspects.''
''Doesn't seem to bother Daneta,'' Judy said.
''Daneta probably got a kick out of it,'' Cynthia said.
''Cynthia!'' Janice scolded.
Again, they all laughed. It had been a change from the usual
Friday night at Friday's. And once again, it got Jason to thinking.
Despite the unknown of whether Daneta knew of his caper, the woman had
again turned him on. And his own wife's remark made him think there
was still a fertile field. Plenty of suspects there would be, with
Jason's no where near the top, if mentioned at all.
********
During the coming weeks, Daneta called Janice, as she did
often and the two chatted about a lot of nothing. Several times Jason
answered the phone, and Daneta gave him the same warm greeting she
always had before her body had been gazed upon. Jason never asked
Daneta or Janice about the peeper and no information was volunteered.
Even though it had given him the scare of his life, gazing
upon Daneta had given Jason an erection that no amount of love-making
with Janice or solitary masturbation in the shower could relieve for
long. It was the night that Janice revealed that Daneta had told her
about a possible marriage the following year to Larry that convinced
Jason he must either act or forget about the woman entirely.
He thought long and hard. Then, the plan was so simple, he
wondered why he had even bothered the high-risk window peep. He
enjoyed the Friday night meetings at Friday's. It would be just a
matter of time and the weather forecast.
********
Three weeks later, the combination of Janice's schedule and
the forecast of drenching thundershowers made a late Tuesday afternoon
the target time. Jason prepared for the plan by putting Janice's stun
gun in the pocket of the rain coat he planned to wear that day. He
would not give Daneta time to resist.
As the thunder rumbled overhead in the morning hours, some two
hours after Janice left for three days, he sat down and faced up to
what the entrancing urge was leading him to.
Rape.
And since Daneta could not be allowed to tell, something more
unspeakable.
The elastic bandage inside the other coat pocket would quickly
cut off Daneta's air.
He would get away with it. The cops would roust Daneta's
ex-boyfriends. He would never turn up as a suspect. Then, there might
be the kid in Daneta's neighborhood who liked to gaze upon
unsuspecting women.
But if he was wrong...
That was the chance. It was go for broke.
*********
Virtual darkness had set in by 4:30 and the rain was coming
down in heavy sheets by the time Jason pulled to a stop the block in
front of Daneta's house. Her car was parked alone in front, some 30
minutes after the time she usually got off work. Emerging from the
car, Jason trotted along, allowing the downpour to thoroughly soak
him. He ran his hand once through his hair for effect.
Trotting up Daneta's sidewalk, he threw up more standing water
on himself. Under the small porch, he immediately rang the doorbell.
Thinking about what he was doing might be fatal.
The door opened with the chain in place. Daneta smiled in
surprise. ''Jason!''
''My car broke down the street,'' Jason said breathlessly.
''Can I use your phone?''
The chain came off with amazing ease. ''Certainly, come in.''
The door opened wide and Jason entered. Daneta closed it and chained
it behind her.
''What happened?'' she asked.
''Engine flooded out. I had an appointment in the area and was
trying to take a shortcut.''
Daneta laughed. ''Bad shortcut, Jason. The city never has
fixed the drainage around here. Take off those shoes.'' Jason obliged.
''And those socks,'' Daneta said with a laugh. ''Toss your jacket on
the chair over there. It'll just drip on the tiles. Better than the
carpet.''
Jason didn't want to be separated from the jacket, but did
what the woman suggested.
''I hope I'm not getting in the way of anything,'' he said.
''Hell, nobody's going anywhere around here,'' Daneta said.
''Larry's working. Guess I'm stuck here tonight. Let me get the phone
and call Janice. You might electrocute yourself. But first, I'm going
to get a towel, so you can sit down.''
Daneta went into the bathroom and returned with a large towel
which she spread across the chair. ''Sit down. Carefully.''
''I need to call a garage,'' Jason said. ''Janice isn't
home.''
''Oh, no. A sales trip?''
Jason nodded. Daneta punched the telephone, then hit it. She
went over to the kitchen wall phone and repeated the same technique.
''Wonderful,'' she said. ''Phone's out.''
''You're kidding.''
''Afraid not. The streets don't drain worth a damn and the
phones don't work in these monsoons. It'll probably be back on in a
little while. Want a drink? You look like you need it.''
For the first time, Jason took in Daneta. She was dressed in a
business-type suit, complete with a dark skirt that accentuated her
figure, hose and high heels. He felt his penis rise slightly.
''A drink?'' Daneta repeated. Jason thought quickly.
Fingerprints. He'd have to remember the glass when he left.
''Absolutely.''
''I don't have any Miller.''
''How about a Bourbon and soda? Warm these chilled bones.''
Daneta grinned. ''Sounds good. I'll make it two and join you.
We've got time to kill.''
Jason thought. No phone, no plans. No one was expecting here
anywhere. Perhaps hours with her.
Daneta returned with the drinks. She settled down on the
couch, kicked off her shoes and crossed her legs, leaning back towards
Jason.
''Well, I appreciate the company on this rainy day. Not under
these circumstances, of course,'' she said, with a laugh.
''The neighbors will talk,'' Jason said, taking a sip.
''These people around here don't pay attention to anything. I
hardly know them. That's another thing about this neighborhood,
privacy guaranteed, even if the streets flood and the phones quit
working.''
They chatted about nothing for 15 minutes. Jason sat back and
relaxed, letting the drink remove the remainder of his inhibitions.
The thought that Daneta had not a clue to what was about to happen to
her drove his penis even harder. But he needed to get to the raincoat.
So far, there was not an opening. He began to think of whether he
should just go over and get the process started. But that might tip
the woman off. He wanted her totally off guard.
Daneta picked up the phone again. ''Damn, still dead. Well,
the garages are closed now. We'll call Larry later and get him to come
over and help. We can at least get your car up into my driveway and he
can take you home in his four-wheeler.''
''That's most kind of you,'' Jason said.
Daneta smiled. ''And why don't you let me dry those clothes
off? I can at least stick them in the dryer.''
''Great, but what do I wear?''
''If you don't mind Larry's robe...''
''I'm that cold, if you're that immodest,'' Jason said with a
laugh.
''Don't worry about me. You're going to get pneumonia if you
don't get dry. Into the bathroom. Hand me those clothes.''
Jason went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
It certainly wasn't working out the way he thought. He still was
separated from the stun gun. But now, it would be easy. He would
simply put on the robe, go for the stunner and then ambush her when
she returned. As he removed his soaked underwear, he stood out at full
attention, causing him to think again about what he was so close to
the verge of doing.
He did love Janice, so much that he could not think of life
without her. But this long-time urge for Daneta had refused to go away
and now had him on the verge of committing a crime. He was confident
that it would never lead back to him. But he thought of all the other
suspects. Cops made mistakes. He might actually send an innocent man
to prison for life or to death row. And could he live with himself? He
had never had more than a speeding ticket, and here he was, because of
an unexplainable lust for this woman, about to advance from
window-peeping to rape and murder.
Daneta called from outside. ''Come on, Jason. Don't be
bashful.''
He put on the blue robe and tied it tightly, forcing his erect
penis straight up against his tight stomach. He couldn't do it, no
matter what. The madness had gone far enough. Picking up the clothes,
he opened the door.
Daneta was standing there in a bright red silk robe. Jason did
a double-take. The woman laughed.
''If you can get comfortable, so can I,'' Daneta said, taking
the clothes from his hands.
''My,'' Jason said with a smile. ''This could lead to all
sorts of misinterpretations.''
Daneta marched into the other room. ''I won't tell if you
don't tell,'' she said, giggling. ''Don't worry. Our little secret.''
She opened a closet door and tossed in the clothes. ''I'll give them
about 20 minutes. Then, we'll worry about your car. I'll see if Larry
can come over. The rain seems to be tapering off somewhat.''
Jason sat back down and picked up his bourbon. His thoughts
began again to drift to the stun gun and how quickly he could be
dominating the woman. But it was now more of a funny fantasy, where it
should have been. He recalled Daneta's scream when she realized
someone was watching her. He would finish his drink, let his clothes
finish drying, then see about gracefully getting out.
''Phone working?'' he said as Daneta assumed her place on the
couch. She picked it up and punched a button.
''Starting to crackle. That probably means they're working on
it.''
''Well, when it quits raining, I'll go back down there and see
if I can get it started. If the water's down, you can drive me down.
No point in bothering Larry if I can get it going.''
A crack of thunder hit some place near by. ''Sounds like
another front coming,'' Daneta said. ''Lord, it's dark out there.
Well, don't worry. Janice isn't expecting you so you won't have to
come up with any stories.''
Jason laughed. ''Don't worry. I'll just tell her the truth.''
Daneta smiled. ''That's what I like about you. Just the truth.
Janice is real lucky to have you.''
''Thanks.''
Daneta pulled her shapely legs under her. ''Jason?''
''Yes?''
''Have you figured out that I like you?''
The glass stopped close to the man's lips. ''What do you
mean?''
''I'm going to take something of a chance, Jason. You turn me
on.''
''Daneta...''
The woman smiled and set down her drink. ''You can't be as
perfect as you seem.'' She patted the couch. ''Come on and sit here.''
Jason rose and joined her. ''Now, Daneta, I think we're both
headed for trouble. You're very attractive, and yes, I like you. But
Janice means a great deal to me. And I think Larry means a great deal
to you.''
''You're right on both counts. But I'd like for us to have
sex, just once. And, my dear, your cock standing up through that robe
says you'd like to, too.''
Jason looked down. A tiny bit of flesh was showing through the
opening. Daneta laughed.
''Janice is my best friend, Jason. And you're both my friends.
But for about an hour, let's see what happens if we let our respective
guards down.'' She reached over, wrapped her hand around his neck and
pressed his lips against hers. Jason could not resist.
Daneta looked into his eyes. Jason wrapped his arms around
her. This time, their lips met, their mouths opened and their tongues
touched.
''Daneta...'' Jason said.
''Don't worry,'' she said softly. ''We both have too much to
lose. I can keep quiet. Can you?''
Jason nodded. Daneta took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
Closing the door behind them, Daneta pointed to the queen-size
bed, then undid her robe, letting it drop to the floor. She was clad
in a blue bra and matching panties. Jason hesitated, knowing he was
bare underneath.
''OK, OK,''' Daneta said. She reached behind, unclasped her
bra and pulled the garment down her shoulders to her hands, where she
let it drop. Jason breathed deeply at the sight of her breasts.
''Your turn,'' she said.
Jason untied the sash, and while watching Daneta's growing
smile, let the robe fall. She gasped at the sight of his erect penis.
''Very nice,'' she said, reaching down for her panties. With
sexy twists, she bent over, and pulled them down to the floor, then
stepped out of them. It was Jason's turn to gasp as he eyed the naked
woman.
''I believe this is very mutual,'' Daneta said.
Jason took a deep breath and nodded. Daneta walked over to him
and wrapped her arms around him. He readily reciprocated. The couple
kissed deeply for a full minute before the woman pulled away.
''Let's move some things,'' she said. Jason watched in a
trance as Daneta pulled back the thick blue quilt and drew back the
white sheets. She pounded on the mattress with her right hand and then
crawled in, pulling the sheet over her.
''Come on, Jason,'' she said invitingly. He quickly joined
her.
Silence prevailed as they explored each other's bodies with
their hands. Daneta lovingly stroked his penis as Jason first fondled,
and then sucked each nipple. Daneta twisted in pleasure at the
feeling, squeezing his member tighter as the nipples were slowly
stretched by his mouth. Again, they wrapped each other in the arms and
kissed deeply, their eyes staring lovingly into each other's minds.
Daneta smiled and disappeared under the sheets. Jason felt his penis
pulled outward, then the gentle touch of the woman's tongue tickling
the shank. He gasped. Pushing back the covers, Daneta seated herself
above his mid-section, bent over and gave him a bird's eye view of her
tongue working the sides of the organ, starting near the testicles and
slowly coming upwards in circles. She gazed up and smiled to see
Jason's expression before she took the cap into her mouth and applied
suction. Jason closed his eyes. A sick fantasy had turned into a
wonderful reality.
Opening his eyelids as the pleasure intensified, he saw
Daneta, now with most of the organ inside her mouth, eyes closed, in
her own world. He wanted to please her. Reaching up, he flipped her on
her back gently and spread her smooth thighs apart. First gently
tickling the lips, he slowly worked his tongue into her waiting
moisture, and made her thighs jerk in pleasure as he found the magic
spot and repeatedly stimulated it with a variety of touches, soft
followed by firm, constant followed by well-timed moments of
withdrawal. Daneta covered her face with her hands as she withered in
enjoyment.
Six straight strokes with his tongue brought an unexpected
shout, then a trembling as the climax shook her entire body. Jason's
erection began torturing him as he watched her breasts bounce in the
throes of the release. She reached out her arms and he stretched fully
on top of her, guiding his penis into her waiting body. Eyes wide with
wonder, she squeezed him as he stroked her vigorously. Four times
Jason brought himself to ejaculation, then backed off long enough to
begin again. When he exploded, he called out her name. She pulled him
to her tightly and kissed his face as he filled her.
For 10 minutes afterwards, they simply held each other, saying
nothing. Daneta finally rose.
''That was wonderful, Jason. Thank you.''
''Thank you, Daneta,'' he responded. She smiled and jumped out
of the bed. Reaching over, she tossed him Larry's robe and then put on
her own. She gathered up her bra and panties and stuffed them into the
pocket.
''Now, Jason, if you can't keep quiet, I'll kill you. That's a
promise.''
''Don't worry,'' Jason said. He started to laugh, but then
realized that for the first time, he had cheated on Janice. And he had
cheated with one of her best friends.
Daneta saw his expression, walked over and kissed him. ''This
will be our special little secret. Never again, OK?''
Jason nodded. ''Never again.''
Daneta smiled. ''I'm going to freshen our drinks. Then, we
might see about that car of yours.''
''That is probably a real good idea,'' Jason said.
Daneta laughed and left the room. ''Take your time. I'll check
on your clothes.''
Jason rose and put on the robe. He was ready to leave. The
entire encounter had a surreal aura. He had come into this house to
rape Daneta on the bed where they had made love, or had sex. He would
decide later which one it was. Instead of now tying the elastic
bandage around her neck to insure her silence, he was now waiting for
Daneta to make him a drink. He shuddered and realized his luck.
Instead of a sex killer at this moment, he was only just another man
who had given into temptation. And Daneta seemed more concerned about
his ability to be quiet than her own. He smiled and shook his head.
Stepping out of the bedroom, he called out Daneta's name.
''In here, lover,'' she said from the den.
Smiling, Jason turned the corner. What he saw wiped the
pleasure from his face.
Daneta was sitting on the couch, a pistol pointed at him.
''Sit down, Jason.''
''Daneta, what the hell?''
''Sit down, now, Jason.'' The tone was that of a hateful
order. He took his place in the recliner, sitting on the edge.
''What are you doing, Daneta?''
Daneta stared at him. ''Holding a gun on my rapist.''
''What?''
The woman chuckled. ''You must think I'm as dumb as dear
Janice tells you I am.''
''What are you talking about?''
Daneta leaned back slightly, the gun still pointed at the man.
''Did you enjoy peeping in on me?''
Jason knew his split-second expression gave him away.
''Thought so,'' Daneta said. ''I thought it might have been
you. For some reason, when I saw you streaking towards the woods, it
struck me that it was Jason. But I really didn't believe it. Then, I
went to the front of the house and opened the door. Waited just a
second. That white BMW of yours. Turning left. No headlights. You
ought to take off that election bumper sticker, Jason, if you're going
to go around violating women.''
''Daneta...''
''Shut up, Jason. But just in case, I decided to give you the
benefit of the doubt. A tricky one you are. I figured that whoever it
really was might just make an unexplained and unexpected appearance
here. When I saw you through the peephole today, I knew it had been
you. And I knew what you were after. Were you just going to rape me or
kill me just to be sure?''
''Daneta, you've got it all wrong...''
Daneta picked up an object in a plastic bag. ''Janice's stun
gun, I believe. Real tricky, you bastard. And this.'' She displayed
the elastic bandage. ''Not nice. You fucking pervert. You were going
to kill me, weren't you?''
''You can't prove anything, Daneta,'' Jason said with a sudden
boldness. ''Remember who invited who into the bedroom.''
Daneta smiled. She pulled out a kitchen knife and tossed it
into Jason's lap.
''Pick it up, Jason. With your right hand.''
''Not a chance.''
''You want to die right here?'' Daneta waved the gun.
Jason picked up the knife.
''Made me submit at knife-point. How lovely.'' Daneta reached
into her pocket and pulled out her undergarments. She wadded them into
a ball and tossed them into Jason's lap.
''Now, Jason. Cut the shoulder straps on the bra.''
Jason stared at the knife in his hand and the underwear in his
lap.
''Go ahead, dear Jason. Or I'll kill you right now.''
Teeth gritted, Jason cut the shoulder straps with the knife.
''Enjoying yourself, pervert?'' Daneta asked. Jason said
nothing.
''Now, cut the panties up each side. Do it.''
Jason obeyed.
''Well, let's see. Your semen inside of me and all over the
sheets. DNA testing will confirm you had sex with me. Your prints on
the knife. My cut underwear. I think you're on the way to prison, for
a very long time.''
''You'll never get away with this, Daneta. I didn't intend to
rape you. You seduced me.''
Daneta laughed. ''What a story. Your car broke down. Nobody is
out this way for any kind of business appointment. I knew just as soon
as you gave me that line what you were here for. I ought to shoot you.
But I think a nice long prison sentence will be a lot more fun. You
remember that night at Friday's? I told you there was a high price for
looking at me.''
''You had sex voluntarily.''
''Oh, perhaps. Too bad, Jason. It was self-preservation and a
necessity tonight. If you had just asked, just asked one time, you
could have had it, not only tonight but many more nights. That's the
tragedy of guys like you. If they just had a bit of confidence, they
might be surprised what would happen. But, just like you, they're
weenies. Have to rape and kill to get what they want. Tell me, have
you done this before?''
Jason shook his head.
''You know, Jason, I believe you. I just think this got a
little bit out of hand. I happen to think any man is capable of this,
given the right circumstance. And I have to give it to you. They'd
have tracked down all my old dates, given every one of them the
third-degree and turned up nothing. If I hadn't seen you leaving that
night, you might have well walked in here, zapped me with that stun
gun, had your way and killed me. Tell me, would you have held Janice
as she cried at my funeral?''
Jason felt sick. Daneta picked up the phone.
''Well, Jason, start getting yourself mentally prepared.
You're going to prison for a very long time. And I imagine that it
will be pure hell for you. In a way, I'm sorry for you. But I don't
see any other way to handle this.''
Daneta tossed down the phone in anger. ''No dial tone. Well,
we can wait.''
Jason sat back and gulped his drink. Daneta studied him.
''But you know something, Jason?''
''What's that?''
''You might get away with it after all.''
Jason studied the woman. She nodded.
''I'm sure Janice will believe you. That you're innocent.
You're being framed by her crazy friend. And you'll get a good
attorney. I'm sure my ex-boyfriends will be more than glad to be
defense witnesses. God, my past might come back to haunt me. It might
not convince 12 people, but all you need to get off is one on the
jury. Loose Daneta, huh?''
Jason leaned back in the chair.
''And, you son of a bitch, that more than likely would ruin
me. A parade of men talking about my sex habits. Maybe I ought to kill
you right here and take my chances.''
Jason licked his lips. ''And those ex-boyfriends might come
forward and put you in prison for murder.''
''Assholes like you always manage to get the upper hand,''
Daneta said.
Several minutes of silence followed. Jason wondered if the gun
would go off at any moment.
''OK, Jason. Here's the deal,'' Daneta said.
''What deal?''
''The one you're going to take or rue the day didn't. You're
going to confess your infidelity to Janice.''
''What?''
''You heard me. I know her. She'll divorce you. I think that
will be pretty good punishment.''
''I won't do it.''
Daneta smiled. ''The dial tone will be back up any time now.
You want to call Janice and tell her you've been charged with rape?''
Jason said nothing.
''I'll give you two months for you conscience to kick in. If
Janice forgives you, fine. I'll know. She'll let me have it with both
barrels. Or just cut me off. I'll know. And if she leaves you, I'll
know that, too. Either way is fine by me. But Jason, if you don't tell
her, it will still cost you your marriage. That's my guarantee. It
depends upon you how painful you want it to be. Understand?''
Jason nodded.
''Now. I want you to walk in there, get your clothes out of
the dryer, get your wallet and other stuff and get out of here. And
remember what I said. You'd better tell her. Understand?''
Jason nodded again.
********
Over the passing weeks, Jason kept his mouth shut. He avoided
the Friday night gatherings at Friday's and hoped that time would
lessen his exposure. Janice went about every other week to the
gatherings and always came home, telling him that the rest of the
group missed him, especially Daneta and Larry. Every week, he promised
to clear time to make the date.
His idle time was dominated by thoughts of Daneta's threat.
Maybe Larry would come after him. But Daneta had said that no matter
what, he was going to lose his marriage. His mind went over and over
various scenarios.
There wasn't any way that Daneta could pull it off, he finally
decided.
This long after the fact, Janice would never believe Daneta if
she told him. Oh, she had his stun gun for sure. But Jason had
purchased another one the day after his encounter with Daneta. Janice
didn't know serial numbers. It would just make Daneta seem more crazy.
He had gotten away with it. What a twist. Daneta had
voluntarily submitted to rape. Jason wondered how many men had managed
that trick?
**********
''I hate it when Jason has to go out of town,'' Janice said as
she accepted the offer of wine in Daneta's den.
Daneta laughed. ''Well, at least you don't have to worry about
him fooling around. He's the most loyal man I've ever seen.''
''That he is,'' Janice said with a smile.
''You're really lucky.''
''Absolutely,'' Janice said. ''Thanks for inviting me over. It
keeps me from straying about.''
''As if there was any chance of that happening,'' Daneta said.
''Us girls need a night together. Come on in the kitchen. I want to
show you that recipe for my spaghetti sauce.''
''I smelled it when I walked in,'' Janice said. ''Are you
finally going to give me the secret?''
''One of the few that will have it.'' They walked to the
kitchen.
''Now, I'll explain how to do it,'' Daneta said. ''Oh, do me a
favor. Take that knife and slice up those onions. I need to add them
in about 10 minutes.''
The women chatted about the recipe as Janice sliced and diced,
according to Daneta's instructions.
Stirring the rich meat sauce, Daneta turned to Janice. ''Tell
me, Janice. How good of friends are we?''
''The best,'' Janice said without hesitation.
''Look, Janice, if I'm out of line, slap my face.''
''What do you mean, Daneta?''
''You remember the time we made it together?''
Janice stopped her slicing for a moment. ''Yes, Daneta, I
do.''
''Any regrets?''
Janice thought for a moment. ''I ought to say it was a
mistake, that we shouldn't have done it. And that's probably right.
But, Daneta, no. No regrets. I enjoyed it.''
''So did I,'' Daneta said. ''Would you like to do it again?''
Janice put the knife down on the cutting board. ''Of course, I
would. But I've got Jason now. I can't.''
''Why not?''
''It wouldn't be right.''
''Janice, this is between us. I'm not about to tell Larry. And
you're not about to tell Jason. If you want to...''
''Daneta, I've thought about it often.''
Daneta wrapped her arms around Janice. ''Then, let's not think
about it. We can enjoy each other. Our men couldn't possibly
understand. You know that.''
Janice felt herself melting. She kissed Daneta, then willingly
took her tongue.
''What about the recipe?'' Janice asked with a smile.
''Meat needs to simmer for about another hour and a half.''
Hand in hand, the two women went to Daneta's bedroom. Both
stripped their blouses, their slacks, their bra and panties. Janice's
eyes closed at the sight of Daneta's body. Daneta took in Janice's
body fully as she drew back the covers and sheets. Almost helplessly,
Janice took her place in bed. Daneta crawled on top of her and guided
her right breast to Janice's mouth. She took it in willingly. Daneta
sighed loudly and repeated the movement on Janice's breast.
''You just sit back and enjoy,'' Daneta said.
Janice went into another world as her breasts were massaged
and her nipples sucked by the woman. Time after time, she thought
about ordering a stop, but Daneta's well-timed motions made that
impossible. She gave in fully when Daneta's tongue entered her vagina
and stroked her clitoris mercilessly.
It always had been part of Janice, a desire for a woman. But
she had always resisted it, except for the one time, together on a
vacation trip to Colorado, when she had given in on the last night
together in a hotel, long before she knew Jason. The encounter had
steeled their friendship. Janice had only hoped it would happen again.
Daneta knew and Daneta was making it happen.
''This is for you, Janice,'' she heard Daneta say before her
clitoris was massaged into overwhelming desire, then an explosive
climax unlike anything she had ever received from a man.
Daneta was her friend. And she loved her.
********
Larry picked up the phone on the second ring.
''She's gone,'' Daneta said. ''Hurry over.''
Larry hesitated. ''I don't know if I can do this.''
''Sure you can. For me, dear. I need it to make this work.
Remember, you agreed this was the way to go?''
''Damn, I wish you had just let me shoot the bastard.''
''Trust me,'' Daneta said. ''This way is much better. No muss,
no fuss. I'll forgive you this once. Promise.
*********
Jason stared with disbelief at Janice, clad in an orange
jumpsuit with the number 642908 stenciled over her left breast,
through the wire mesh in the visitor's room at the state women's
penitentiary.
Janice was 23 days into an 18-year sentence for aggravated
sexual assault, the final result of an unreal series of events that
started when she called him on the road from jail, telling her that
Daneta had pressed a charge against her.
All the way, Jason remembered Daneta's warning. It would cost
him his marriage, no matter what. But until the actual trial, he
didn't believe she would get away with it.
The jury had seen the picture of Daneta's swollen and bruised
face from the beating she testified Janice had given her after
rejecting her sexual advance. The stun gun with Janice's fingerprints
that Daneta told the jury had been used on her. Janice's fingerprints
on the kitchen knife that had been used to cut Daneta's bra and
panties from her body.
It had been a sensational case in the press. Janice's attempt
to defend herself on the witness stand had defied belief. A voluntary
encounter, indeed, the prosecutor said in closing arguments.
Guilty was the verdict after two hours of deliberations.
Now, Janice stared at Jason from the other side of prison
mesh.
''Is there anything I can do?'' Jason asked, knowing the
answer. He missed Janice terribly. He masturbated almost nightly,
trying to bring her back.
Janice shook her head. ''They're moving me to the sex offense
unit on Monday.''
Jason trembled.
''Treatment,'' Janice said, a tear rolling down her eye.
''They told me that if I don't, I'll never make parole.''
Jason buried his head in his hands. Janice would be forced
into admitting she had actually raped Daneta; that is, unless she
wanted to be returned to the general prison population where dozens of
lesbians probably awaited the rarity of a woman behind bars for a sex
offense. The bruise above Janice's eye told Jason she already had been
the target of at least one unwanted advance. He didn't want to know
the outcome.
''Don't, honey,'' Janice said. ''I need you to be strong.''
''Why did she do it?'' Jason gasped.
''I don't know,'' Janice said. ''She...''
''Don't put yourself there, again,'' Jason said. ''It's OK. I
know you two did it, but why did she claim rape? And where did those
bruises come from?''
''She framed me, Jason. Larry had to do that to her. If that
damn stun gun hadn't fallen out of my purse.''
Jason shook his head. He knew that Daneta must have sneaked
that replacement stunner out of Janice's purse, hidden it and then
dredged up the one she had taken from him. She and Larry had planned
the caper to a T.
And, now, they couldn't even testify against each other. Larry
and Daneta had become husband and wife two weeks before in Las Vegas.
''Jason, this is all my fault,'' Janice finally said.
''No, it's not.''
''Yes, it is,'' Janice said with a sob, covering her face with
her hand. ''If I had just said no to her. How can you forgive me?''
''Janice,'' Jason said. ''Let's turn the tables. If I had
given in to Daneta, would you have forgiven me?''
Janice looked into his eyes. ''In a second, dear. In a
second.''
Jason nodded. He waited to cry until he was back on the road
towards home.
*********
That night, after returning to the apartment in the town he
had transferred to after Janice's conviction, Jason's phone rang.
The voice did not identify itself, but Jason knew it was
Larry.
''Hey, pervert,'' he said. ''Enjoy seeing your lady today?''
''You son of a bitch,'' Jason said.
''Fuck you,'' the voice said. ''I imagine Janice is getting it
every night, whether she wants it or not.''
''I hope you're enjoying this,'' Jason said.
''I am,'' the voice said. ''And, by the way, don't even think
of coming after Daneta. Got it?''
The phone went dead. Jason stared at the receiver for five
full minutes before he hurled it across the room. Then, for at least
the 40th time since Janice had been led away in handcuffs after he
sentencing, he cried bitterly. If only he could change places with
Janice...
Daneta had made that impossible, with a lot of help from
Jason.
**********
Janice trembled at she sat on the hospital cot in the
sanitized white room, far up in the mountains at the isolated sex
offenders treatment unit of the state prison system.
She hadn't wanted to go. Innocent people didn't need
treatment, she insisted.
Two attempted sexual assaults at the prison, followed by
whispered warnings that the guards might not be around next time, had
changed her mind.
At this place, far from anyone, the surreal nightmare had
taken a new course. A personification of it, the female psychiatrist
only known as Dr. Stafford, entered the room holding a clipboard.
Behind her followed a white-suited nurse who Janice had decided
immensely enjoyed her assignment.
''Well, Janice,'' the doctor said. ''We're going to go ahead
with aversion therapy.''
''Please...''
The shrink shook her head. ''Until you accept responsibility
for what you've done, it's going to be difficult making any progress.
But we have hundreds of sex offenders waiting and willing to come
here. You're not going to have much time to decide. I suggest we go
ahead and start the therapy.''
Janice trembled with fright as the nurse pulled out a series
of cords, two with suction devices and a third equipped with a very
thin, long tube.
''You'll need to take off all of your clothes,'' the doctor
said.
Janice stood up and watched the nurse prepare the cords as she
unzipped and removed her jumpsuit. The doctor started making notations
on the clipboard.
''What we're going to do is measure your response to certain
sexual stimuli,'' the doctor said. ''We're going to see what you're
attracted to - either healthy or unhealthy. The aversion will consist
of an unpleasant odor. I need you to sign this consent form.''
Clad in her bra and panties, Janice hesitated as the clipboard
was pushed towards her.
''Janice, I'll have to recommend your return to the main
prison if you don't want to undergo treatment,'' the doctor said.
''You're lucky to be here this early in your sentence. Frankly, it's
because you're a woman. A lot of men who are serious about their
problem have been waiting in line for years.''
Janice scratched her signature on the proper line.
''Now, get out of your underwear and get up on the cot,'' the
doctor said.
Janice reached back, undid her bra and dropped it to the
ground. Her heart racing against her chest, she pulled off the harsh
cotton panties and stepped out of them before stretching out on the
cot.
''We're going to need to shave you,'' the doctor said. Janice
closed her eyes and bit her lip as the nurse snapped on a pair of
latex gloves, covered her brown pubic hair in shaving cream and slowly
cleaned the area with a throwaway razor.
After a cold, wet rag removed the remaining cream and hair,
the nurse took the first small suction cup and attached it to
Janice's left breast with a piece of white tape. After repeating the
technique on her right breast, the doctor pulled out two large rings,
also attached to wires. They were carefully fitted around each breast,
firmly, but with some looseness. Janice wanted to scream, but instead
closed her eyes, trying to blot out what was happening.
''Pull your knees up and spread your thighs wide apart,'' the
doctor said. Janice opened her eyes as she did, seeing the nurse
coating the thin tube with just a haze of petroleum jelly.
''Not too much,'' the doctor said. ''I want a good measurement
of her dampness.'' The shrink turned to Janice. ''You know, you could
have taken a bit farther and killed that woman. There's a cot exactly
like this in the execution chamber, where they perform the lethal
injection.''
Janice wanted to jump off the table and run far away, but
there was no place to go beyond the locked door of the room. She
gritted her teeth as the doctor worked the tube gently inside her
vagina. She jumped a bit when the end touched her clitoris, the sign
to the doctor that the device was perfectly placed. The device was
secured by a thin string attached to the end that stuck out of Janice
and tied underneath and around her thighs. After that, electrodes were
attached across her chest with a chilly glue. The doctor explained
that would measure her heartbeat and breathing.
The nurse had attached all of the cords to a large box. With a
flick of a switch, Janice saw lights come on.
''I think we're ready now,'' the doctor said. ''Look up at the
screen. The nurse is going to make sure you keep your head that way
and your eyes open. I want you to take in what you see.''
The nurse sat down on a stool near Janice's head as the lights went
down. Not wanting the woman to touch her, she stared intently at the
screen as the first picture came up.
It was that of a handsome man, somewhere close to Jason's age,
fully clothed.
In the next picture, the man was fully naked, his penis limp
in front of him. Janice felt herself stirring.
Then, the man sported a full erection. To Janice, it was
Jason, the husband she loved and missed. She felt her breasts tighten
in the rings and her clitoris tingle.
After that, a woman straddled the man's penis, obviously
pumping in delight. Janice's urge began to torture her.
Then the lights came on. ''Relax for a few minutes,'' the
doctor said. ''You're doing fine.''
Janice felt the rings around her breasts loosen a bit as her
starved vagina stopped quivering. After about a minute, the lights
went down again.
This time, the first picture was that of a woman, amazingly a
lot like Daneta, fully clothed. Janice tried to close her eyes, but
was scolded by the nurse. Looking at the picture, Janice felt hatred
for the woman who had framed her.
In this next picture, the woman was clad in bra and panties.
Janice tried to keep from becoming aroused, but couldn't.
Then, the woman was totally nude, her hands under her breasts
lifting them towards the camera. Janice's brief bisexual encounters
took over. The rings tightened around her breasts and she felt herself
become moist.
Suddenly, the next picture showed the woman, a hand around her
neck, being obviously forced into a standing oral encounter with
another woman. It had been Janice's dream since she came to prison -
to really do to Daneta what she had been falsely accused of doing.
The lights came up. Silently, the doctor removed the tube,
wiped it off with a soft cloth and reinserted it. A nod to the nurse
produced a device that, even with a shriek of protest from Janice, was
attached to her nose, covering the nostrils and tied around the back
of her head.
Darkness again. The man, so much like Jason. She loved him so much.
And the devices, she knew must be registering that.
Then, the woman, almost leering at her fully clothed. Somehow,
the face had become Daneta's.
Standing in her bra and panties. Janice could not help but think of
vengeance. The rings tightened as her breasts expanded. Suddenly, her
nostrils were filled with a foul, ugly smell. She jerked at the odor.
''Stay down,'' the doctor ordered. ''Keep looking at the
screen.''
Now, the Daneta-look-a-like was again nude. A second explosion
filled Janice's nostrils. She felt a wave of nausea begin to build.
Why? She didn't do anything. Was this the penalty for
disloyalty to Jason? Please...
The woman was now being forced, this time at the point of a
knife, to perform. The squirt of odor totally overcame Janice.
''No more!'' she cried. ''I can't take anymore. Please, I
didn't do anything!''
The doctor nodded. ''That will be enough for now.'' The lights
came up as Janice began sobbing, the gear still attached to her body.
The nurse walked over to the machine.
''She's going to be a hard case,'' the doctor whispered. ''But
I really think there's hope. It's just going to take some time.''
********
Larry and Daneta sipped wine in bed after another session of
their passionate lovemaking.
''A penny for your thoughts,'' Daneta said.
''Why?''
''Oh, you've seemed sort of far away tonight.''
Larry looked straight at his wife. ''I don't like the way all
that came down.''
''And how would you have done it?''
Larry said nothing.
Daneta sighed. ''It's pretty obvious what Jason was going to
do. Look, I'm lucky I went with my instincts. You think he would have
let me live?''
''Probably not,'' Larry said. ''You should have just let me
take care of him.''
''Not a chance,'' Daneta said. ''Get to look at you behind a
cage for the next 50 eons.''
''Janice bothers me.''
Daneta chuckled. ''Don't let it.''
''Why?''
''Janice was about as two-faced as they come. She didn't think
her little remarks didn't get back to me. I had something planned for
her for a long time. You might say the right opportunity came along.''
Larry sighed. ''Well, we can't testify against each other.
Married.''
Daneta smiled. ''Perfect.''
''Not quite,'' Larry said. ''I worry a bit about Judy and
Cynthia. Suppose they start stirring things up?''
''Don't worry,'' Daneta said. ''Dan will keep Judy out of the
line of fire. And Cynthia, I understand, is about to start her new
life with Tommy. Besides, if they get any ideas, all they have to do
is think about Janice and where she is. That will take care of
itself.''
''That little pervert Jason ought to be the one in prison.''
Daneta smiled. ''He is, Larry. He is.'' She raised her wine
glass. ''Toast?''
********
Friday night at Friday's was slowly withering away. Cynthia
and Judy were all that were left of the crew that used to gather
weekly. Tommy had finally given Cynthia the ring. As usual, Judy's
husband, Dan, was at home watching sports.
''Well, next Saturday's the day,'' Judy said, putting up her
glass to toast Cynthia.
''And I guess this is our last Friday night rendezvous,''
Cynthia said.
''I suppose it is. Frankly, I think we should have given it up
long ago.''
''Yeah,'' Cynthia said. ''Well, it's not our problem.''
Judy shrugged. ''Daneta and Larry are married and out of here.
Jason's gone. And Janice...God, I can't believe she's in prison.''
''Tell me,'' Cynthia said.
''What?''
''Do you believe Daneta?''
Judy thought for a moment. ''What do you think?''
''Something sure happened. But what, I don't know.''
''Neither do I,'' Judy said.
''I think we do,'' Cynthia said.
''Why's that?''
Cynthia took a long sip of her wine. ''We just don't want to
think about it too much. Whatever happened to Janice, with Daneta,
could have happened to us. And one of us would be in prison now. I
went up to see Janice, but they told me to go home. I checked with an
attorney friend of mine. He told me she's probably in sex-offender
treatment.''
''Oh, God,'' Judy said.
''Yeah. Showing her pictures of naked women while forcing
something that stinks up her nostrils. If that doesn't work, they
switch to electric shocks. Attorney told me she'll be a basket case
when they get finished with her. Worse of all, she probably thinks
she'll get paroled. The lawyer says she'll be lucky if she does
anything less than 15 years.''
Judy shook her head. ''Janice doesn't deserve that. No,
Cynthia, I don't believe it went down like Daneta said. Something
strange about the whole thing. But why?''
Cynthia motioned for the check. ''Who knows? Well, I'm going
to forget about it. Nothing we can do, like it or not. Besides, maybe
Janice did go off the deep end. You never know about people.''
''You're probably right.''
''I know I am. Best to let go of it. I'll get the check.''
''Thanks. But there is one sad thing.''
Cynthia nodded. ''I know. Jason.''
Judy rose. ''That's one guy who deserved a lot better than
this. Can you imagine? All the assholes in the world and this has to
happen to him.''
''You're right,'' Cynthia said, shaking her head. ''He's the
true victim. Guess it wouldn't take much to convince him.''
''Of what?'' Judy asked.
''That you really can't say you fully know a person.''
Judy nodded. ''Amen. See you at the rehearsal Wednesday.''
''Yeah, go home and take care of Dan.''
''I will,'' Judy said. ''And you'd better take care of
Tommy.''
Cynthia nodded.
Without any official recognition from the two survivors,
Friday night at Friday's was officially history.