True to her word, Britney did not come to me on Thursday. She was not home all day. Friday, she was home for a while but still she did not come to me. The weekend and then the Monday holiday, she did not call or come to me. I'm too old to wait long. Her body was magical and her taste was worth years of my life. But she was not surrendering. It was too much of a change after twenty-nine years of being a spoiled princess.
On Tuesday, four guys and I were working the bath and bedroom of her new addition. I owed her a bill for a progress payment. The room would be a show place like I had hoped. About noon, a lovely, less than five-foot tall contortionist/stripper I know brought lunch for all of us. She was dating one of my crew. We had been an item for a short while and she still flirted mercilessly with me. When she left, she jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me passionately. She rubbed my cock as she slipped out of my arms and whispered, "Remember me?"
I whispered back, "Yes, I do, Tina. It has been more than three years, but I still dream about positions to get that body of yours into and licking you until you scream."
I noticed Britney watching from an upstairs window. Secretly, I hoped she was jealous. I should not have wished for that.
After my crew left, an uptight Britney cornered me, "How many women do you see at a time?"
"Little Girl, I've been waiting for you to come to me since last week."
"Fuck you. I want you out of here. You are fired."
"I've missed you too. I'll send you a closing bill, the blueprints and anything else that I have to help you get another contractor."
"No, bring all that by tomorrow at four. I'll pay you off then."
I did not like the sound of that but I was happy to be out of the drama. As I was ready to drive away one of the maids flagged me down. "Mr. Thomas, she goes crazy like this before her period each month. She has fired all of us before. We all like you and your crew. You are making everything so pretty. Please give her time. She will come around."
"Thank you, Maria. No, I'm too old to put up with hormonal bitches again. If she is lucky, she will find someone to tame her."
"You tamed her pretty good last week. We all watched from the window. You have a big dick, Mr. Thomas. I bet you really know how to use it. We all would like to see that."
"Thanks again. Mrs. Jaminson is a beautiful young woman. I like her but she is too high maintenance for me. Tell everyone I said, "Goodbye"."
I was running way early the next day and decided to try to drop everything off at three instead of four. A technical set-up TV crew was leaving, two cars were moved around the block and I saw three people go into the house. I waited until closer to four and called on my cell phone.
"Hello."
"Mrs. Jamison, this is Rod Thomas. Are you still expecting me at four today?"
"Yes, I'm here alone waiting for you. I have your check."
"A family emergency has arisen. I will not be able to come by at four. I will send one of my guys over with all the materials I promised. Will you please send your final check to my office?"
She pitched a fit on the phone. I watched from across the street while her witnesses left and the TV crew removed their equipment. Britney was cursing loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
After two weeks, I had no check. One morning I called and left a message. "Mrs. Jamison, this is Rod Thomas. I hope you have found a good contractor and everything is progressing well. Maybe you overlooked mailing my check. Please, get your payment to me this week or I'll have to file a construction lien on the property."
After lunch I had a message on my desk, "Mrs. Jamison asked that you stay in your office until six tonight. She is bringing your check here. P.S. the nasty bitch called you an asshole -- you should have the cops here."
I had had enough of Mrs. Jamison. I would be ready.
Ten till six, Britney slammed the door of her BMW and took long strides toward my office door. She had one hand in her purse. When she came through the door, I saw the butt of a revolver sticking out of the back of her hand so I dropped her with 50,000 volts from our office taser. Her purse spilled on the floor as she fell, out-cold on the floor. I picked up the gun and all her junk, bound her and gagged her. Luckily she did have the check. I left a note with the check,
Diane,
Please deposit attached check. Make out payroll and pay everyone. I'm going to use the big box truck and take some furniture to the cabin. I'll be fishing for a few days. Call on cell if you need me. See you Monday.
Have a great weekend, Rod
I did have furniture in the box truck but there was also enough room to drive Britney's BMW into the truck. On the way to my cabin was a construction site that we stopped work on while we were still working on the foundation. I took a full day to bury the BMW below where the slab would be poured in about a week. Then I headed on to the cabin. I had not bothered to untie Britney to feed her or anything else. She had peed all over herself and had cried for half the thirty-eight hours since she brought me her check and gun.
The cabin is a nice 1600 square foot, log structure, remote and difficult to find. No one I know, has been to it. Cell service was one or two bars at best - often no bars. I cut Britney's smelly clothes off her, doused her in the small lake and burned her clothes and belongings, except her cell phone and credit cards. I had thrown the gun in a river we passed, two hours ago. She was shivering, hungry, stiff and exhausted.
I had a three-time looser female friend that owed me big time. I covered for her on a felony so she could avoid life in the pen and could stay with her kids. I called her. "Dotty, I need you to do something for me and you need a vacation. Put on a long red wig and ................." I told her in two days at four pm, to call a taxi from a phone booth, have it meet her at Britney's and for her to take it to the airport and fly to Mexico for a week. That a cell phone and credit cards would be there waiting for her under the name of Britney Jaminson. I also told Dotty to loose all the ID stuff and fly back using the cash and a fake ID and passport that I would put in the package.
I prepared a can of chili for Britney. Enticed her security codes from her with the food, then put the bowl on the floor and had her get down and eat it with just her mouth. Her hands and feet were still bound and hurting mightily. She licked the bowl clean and was a mess again. I took her back to the lake and threw her in to splash around, shit and clean up the best she could while I used her blackberry to purchase tickets, set up reservations, notify all her friends and tell her divorce attorney where she was going.
Now, I was ready to deal with Britney.
She was wet and shivering in the cool mountain air when I pushed her down onto a stump, lit a fire, handcuffed her to a chain around the stump and started talking to her while I cut away the tape that was binding her.
"Listen carefully Britney. The woman you saw jump on me, dates one of my workers. She is not my lover. She is a stripper at a local club and very friendly as you saw. You flipped out and tried to hurt my reputation and then tried to come to my office and shoot me. You're nuts. Blame it on hormones if you want, but you are nuts. I cannot trust you and I have not decided yet what I am going to do to protect myself from you. However, while you are here, you are officially in Mexico on vacation.
I called in and stayed at the cabin for another week. During my call, I asked Diane, "Did the crazy woman call or cause any more trouble?"
"Haven't heard from her but her check was good."
"That's great. I'm going to stay here another week just in case. She ranted and raved when she dropped the check off. You know where I am, if you need me."
Over the previous weekend and during the next week, Britney and I talked. She went through her period. I made her space into a large secure room. It had no windows but a chemical toilet, secure door, two-foot-thick log walls, vaulted ceiling, skylights and heavy split log floor. The furnishings were comfortable. No metal of any sort. I stocked MREs, irradiated plastic packaged foods from Wal-Mart, bottled water, flannel shirts and jeans for her. I softened enough to add a brush, toothbrush and shower shoes.
I liked Britney. She was easy to talk too and seemed to be enjoying my company by the end of that week. "Britney, I won't be back for five days. I'll bring some stuff back with me to make you more comfortable. You can use the towel-etts for cleaning until I return. For a while, you will only be able to shower when I am here."
"What if you don't come back or someone else finds me while you are gone?"
"In the first case I guess you will starve. In the second, ask whoever finds you."
I left her crying.
When I returned a week later she had laid a trap for me using the chemical toilet. I saw her through a peephole flap above the door that she did not know about. I tasered her through that same peephole.
I had her cuffed to the bed when she woke up. "You are not the brightest bulb in the box are you? Look at all that stuff in the next room that I brought for you. You won't get it for another week, at least."
She relaxed and we began to talk again -- all day Saturday. Why was she so crazy?
"Anyone asking about me?"
"No, you are in Mexico, remember?"
"What's going to happen to me?"
"Officially, you will check out of your small town hotel in Mexico and begin driving to the Zihuatanejo International Airport. Your rental car will be found, but you will never be found. The newspapers will guess that you were taken and used by bandits, then killed. In a month or two, no one will be looking for you.
Tears were flowing freely. "How about my life, all my stuff, all my dreams?"
"You gave all that away by being so nasty to everyone. You tried to take all that away from me because of something you made up in your head. If you live, somehow, you must carve out a new, real life for yourself where you are nicer to everyone."
"Nice to who, you?"
"I'm all you have right now."
"How stupid, be nice to my jailer."
"No, how stupid, not being nice to the person who should have killed you and disposed of you a week ago. Don't you realize all that is playing out in Mexico could be played out if you were really dead? I'm not sure why I'm doing so much to take care of you. I guess I like you or I'm a glutton for abuse. You certainly have not earned what you are getting."
She started to say something nasty again. I restocked her room, locked her in and drove back home a day early. I never said goodbye or when, or even if, I would return.
The next Friday night her hair was combed and she sat quietly on the bed when I opened her door.
"Hi, Britney. You are as beautiful as ever."
"I wasn't sure you were coming back. I was frightened all week."
"Maybe this weekend and next week will go better for you."
"What do you want from me? Do you want me to surrender to being your sexual slave? Or what?"
"I do not know. You are a burden and big responsibility right now. If I gave you four choices -- live with you ex in a foreign country under situations like this; be sold into slavery; live like this here with me; or die. Which would you choose?"
"Those are my only choices?"
"For now, that is all I can think of."
