This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Thank you Molly Cactus for helping me get "unstuck" on this story.
Chapter One
Captured
"God fucking damn it," the irate young blonde muttered as the burly policeman pushed her head down. She struggled in vain as the peace officer made her take a seat in the backseat of his cruiser. She wiggled to try to get comfortable, as the zip ties binding her wrists together behind her back were chafing against her skin. She looked with disgust at the grimy carpeting and the fake leather upholstery that had already sufferable innumerable marks and cuts. The whole cabin reeked of vomit.
Her door slammed. The policeman took the driver's seat and backed out of his parking place at the exclusive estate in Chesterfield, an upscale suburb just west of St. Louis. The metal screen between them distorted his face, but Brooke could see in the bright moonlight that he was cute ... and married. Brooke craned her neck backwards, trying to see her best friend, Nicole, through the rear window. She could just see the yellowish glow of the mansion's lights and the partygoers standing outside, watching her being taken off to jail. She was relieved, and pissed, that she didn't spot Nicole. The car they came in was missing from its space.
As the cruiser navigated the long, sweeping circular driveway Brooke shouted, "Where are you taking me?"
There was silence for a moment. "County jail in Clayton," the policeman grunted. He might have been cute but he didn't seem to be happy as he looked forward to spending the rest of his night preparing paperwork for her arrest for grand larceny.
"This car smells like
shit
," Brooke said in a voice loud enough to be heard over the chatter on the police radio.
"Last guy I arrested got sick. Didn't have time to clean it up before this call came in," the policeman shouted. "I was going to get off my shift early but now I have to write up your arrest. So don't ask any more fucking questions."
Brooke stayed silent for the remainder of the trip. The policeman was kind enough to roll down the back window a few inches, allowing the night air to flood in. She pressed her nose upward to capture the cool, fresh air, as it skimmed across her face. It felt good. The first thing to feel good in some time for the hard luck blonde.
She lost her job as a bartender when she served an underage minor. It mattered not that the waitress who told her she had carded the kid didn't get in trouble. Over the past few months Brooke had a frustrating job search and had burned through her meager savings. She was three months behind in her rent and would soon be booted out of her tiny apartment in East St. Louis.
It was two days ago that her best friend Nicole, who she had met last time she served time in the county lock-up, told her about a party she was going to that weekend. The two of them talked about stealing any phones or computers they could find in the house. Nicole knew someone who would pay for them. Brooke wasn't keen on the idea, but financial desperation was creeping into her decision making, even though there was a bit of distrust between the two women. Nicole had caught Brooke having sex with her then boyfriend, but all was supposedly forgiven when Nicole found out that her boyfriend had cheated on her with several women, not just Brooke.
The afternoon of the party, Brooke and Nicole got together in Brooke's apartment to talk about that night.
"Whose party is it?" Brooke asked.
"I have a friend who I met cutting her hair who told me about it," Nicole answered. The tall, thin brunette worked part-time at a styling salon and one of her customers, Julie, had bragged about a party she was going to. Brooke had met Julie briefly the last time she visited Nicole's salon. Julie was a bubbly round faced redhead who was full breasted and oversexed. Brooke thought she was a bit full of herself, but harmless.
"No ... no ... who's throwing the party?"
"Oh ... uh ... David ... something. Shit, Julie just texted me." Nicole picked up her phone and looked at her text messages. "David Heppner."
"So who is he?"
"Julie told me he's in his late 20's. Lives in some fancy part of Chesterfield. His parents are loaded. He's throwing a party while his parents are in Switzerland or some other fucking place in Europe where rich people go."
"Look. I need the cash. But we don't want to go back to County, do we?" Brooke glared at her friend, telling her that she doubted this was a good idea. She didn't have the money to catch up on her rent so she justified it in her head that the rich kids could afford it.
"Piece of cake. Swear to God." Nicole raised her hand, as if that gesture would add credibility to her lie.
Unfortunately, Brooke didn't know that Nicole had started using again. And a junkie who is looking for her next fix doesn't always exercise the best of judgment.
"I don't know," sighed Brooke. "The last time I got caught a guy I was dating was running a scam at a gas station stealing credit card numbers. He talked me into helping him."
Nicole knew her friend was going to back out. The voice in her head calling for drugs was now an angry shout. She needed a fix. "Brooke, please do this for me. As a friend."
Nicole knew she was relying on the last shred of capital she had with the woman she saved from a serious shanking when they served time together. Nicole had already been in the county lock-up for a month, and had gotten the lay of the land. She was warned when she entered that there was a gang running the cell block. Brooke, as a newbie, had apparently offended one of the gang members during lunch. Nicole happened to be sitting at the same table as Brooke and watched as an enraged woman stood up and pulled a shank out of her pocket. Nicole at first resisted the urge to help, but seeing how young and helpless Brooke seemed, a pang of conscience caused her to leap forward and kick the shank out of the woman's hand. Nicole had gotten a black eye as a result of the fight that ensued, and fifteen days in solitary, but earned the undying gratitude of a frightened twenty year old.
Nicole tilted her head. "Please?" She was already thinking about the $300 she hoped to clear from the stolen electronics.
Brooke was caving. She did owe Nicole ... big time. "Are you sure this is going to be OK?"
"Yes, yes," said Nicole, now impatiently. "It'll be fine. I promise. I'll pick you up at nine, OK?"
Brooke nodded. She couldn't shake the bad feeling she had about this adventure.
Brooke rummaged through her closet, finding a short, tight black leather skirt, ankle high black leather boots and a tight t-shirt that showed off her small breasts and made her nipples poke out. Brooke wore her hair short, with her blonde hair framing a youthful face. She put on her eye shadow and eye liner, perhaps a bit heavy, and looked at herself in the mirror.
"This better work," she told herself. "I can give the landlord the money as a down payment on the back rent and then find another bartending job." Brooke took comfort in the fact that Nicole was crafty and resourceful, and always seemed to land on her feet.
The night started well enough. Nicole had borrowed a friend's car and picked Brooke up promptly at nine. Brooke put the address of the party into her phone and the GPS led them to a street lined by mature trees and large houses behind impressive gates. They arrived at the address given to them. The gate was open, so Nicole drove in, going down a long driveway to a magnificent Tudor style house. There were already a number of cars parked on the circular driveway in front of the house. Nicole found a space about a hundred feet from the house and parked.
"Fucking A. Look at this house!" Nicole exclaimed, clearly impressed.
Brooke was as well. But now her level of apprehension was escalating. Nicole could see that her friend was nervous.
"It'll be OK," she said to her queasy passenger. "You go in and make nice with David what's his name and I'll scope out the house."
Brooke didn't make a move to get out of the car.
Nicole put her hand on Brooke's knee. "C'mon. It'll be fine. We're here now. Let's do it."
Brooke gave a nod of her head and the two of them exited the car. Nicole was toting an empty backpack. They could hear the music pouring out of the open front door. There were three people on the porch smoking a joint. The two women walked up the stairs to the brightly lit porch, then waded through an entranceway already crowded with partygoers. They followed the thumping of the music, which led them to a large kitchen littered with empty bottles and cans and dominated by loud conversation.
Brooke found a keg of beer and filled one cup for her and one for Nicole. They wandered into the backyard, where the majority of the people were outside talking and listening to the DJ. There were a few couples dancing on the pool deck. Brooke went up to a couple of young women who were together, but were busy on their phones.
"Where's the host?" Brooke asked.
One of the women looked up from her phone and pointed across the yard. "See the guy in the red polo shirt?"
Brooke saw him. He was a head taller than the group of women he was talking to, and quite handsome. He seemed at ease, even though there were at least fifty people partying in his house.
"Uh huh. I see him."
"That's David."
"Thanks." Brooke sucked in a breath and walked towards David. Nicole went in the opposite direction, into a darkened hallway.
As Brooke approached, David spotted the new face. "Hey ... come join us," he said, waving Brooke over. One of the reasons he threw these parties was to meet new girls, and Brooke was cute, even though she looked young.
"I'm David. And you are ...".
Brooke hadn't thought it through, but she knew it'd be a mistake to use her name. "Katie."
"Welcome Katie. So who do you know here?"
Brooke felt trapped. She couldn't come up with a lie, so she told the truth. "Julie."
"Ah yes. Julie. I haven't seen her yet." Julie hadn't been in the backyard yet. She was fucking a guy she met right after she arrived in one of the upstairs bedrooms.
"So tell me about yourself Katie."
