NOTE: This is part of a multi-chapter story of which there are forty chapters plus an epilogue. An uncompleted version of this story appeared here at Literotica a few years ago in case it looks familiar to you. The story has been revised and completed. Chapters 37 - 40 and the epilogue are all new material.
Deirdre looked concerned as she hung up the phone after talking to Richard. The mere mention of Villarreal's name was cause for alarm as far as she was concerned. She did not like him. Her training as a psychologist had prepared her to recognize a true sociopath when she saw one and she had always tried to steer clear of Villarreal and encourage Richard to do the same thing. What might Villareal have to do with Richard's plans? What might Richard have gotten them into?
Deirdre decided that she would get Richard to come clean when she saw him. They had a lot to talk about. She was beginning to think that Richard liked the new girl Lisa maybe a little too much. It was one thing to sample the product; it was another thing to form an attachment.
That is why she needed to distance herself from Jana for a while, she too was starting to feel an attachment and she knew it could cloud her judgement. To make matters worse, she sensed that Jana was becoming infatuated with her and that was potentially even worse trouble. Deirdre was beginning to question her decision in remaining at the ranch after the big event.
She also knew Richard could sometimes think with his dick. She had always been able to manage him by keeping that particular thinking organ firmly inside her pussy where she could control it. She had been away too long, she decided. It was time to come home and give Richard some home cooking.
Deirdre decided to go check on the girls. They should be in the exercise room. As she opened the door to the small room behind the mirrors, she could see them practicing their routine on the pole directly in front of her. Deirdre could not help but be impressed with how beautiful they were. After all, their bodies had been sculpted in her image. They were bronze and golden versions of herself.
As Deirdre watched Jana's limber body work through her routine on the pole Deirdre could feel the wetness start to drip from the bare pussy beneath her short leather skirt. Yes, she thought, the juices running down her inner thighs were ample proof of the feelings she was developing for Jana. And that was reason enough to get back to LA.
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Richard continued to work the phones from his office the rest of the afternoon. There was much to do in the next couple of weeks. His first call was to the bank manager in Mexicali to thank him for his cooperation and to ask him to overnight him Deborah's driver's license and other ID, as well as a copy of the video from the surveillance cameras in the bank.
"What do you want me to do with her car?" asked the bank manager.
"Her car!" thought Richard. Hell, he had forgotten the car.
"Drive it out in the desert and burn it, but send me anything in the glove compartment or trunk that might contain any personal information, along with the other stuff," said Richard, perturbed with himself that he had overlooked so obvious a detail.
Richard's next call was to his housekeeper in Encino. He asked her to prepare the guest room and to make a trip to the department store and buy some new bedding, quilts and towels for the guest bedroom and bathroom that would appeal to a young woman. He lied and told her that Danielle's teenage cousin would be visiting for a couple of weeks.
Next Richard called George. He would know what sort of hardware Richard would need to disguise his voice on the phone and what software he would need to be able to track the use and keystrokes on a laptop. George moonlighted doing video surveillance for a couple of the Hollywood studios on the side and would know what Richard needed.
George told him it would save time if he just let him take care of it. He could run out and get what he needed in an hour and have it when Richard arrived at Edge for the screen test at six.
"That's great," said Richard. "Thank you. So, both laptops will be loaded with the spyware and I can monitor one from the other?"
"That's right. You'll be able to see everything that the person on the other laptop sees," said George. "By the way, how much do you want to disguise your voice? What are you going for, do you want creepy?"
"As creepy as possible, thank you. Hair standing up on the back of your head creepy," said Richard.
"Got it, see you at six," said George as he was hanging up. "Oh, wait one last thing. Do you want to enable the camera on the front of the laptop so you can see the person using it?"
Richard had not thought of that. "Great idea, yes please. See you at six."
The final call was to the law firm's investigator. Big John had been a detective with the LAPD before he lost his job over a use of force beef. Richard had a job for him that he should enjoy. John was married to a stunning black woman and the looks that they got from some people because of their mixed marriage really got under his skin.
Richard was sure that he would enjoy helping him out with Richie and his friends. The plan that Richard was forming would require him to take Rebekah to her mom's home once he extricated her from the school and start to break her down by showing her what kind of life her mother led.
Richard did not need to consult Deirdre on this. He had watched Deirdre break enough young vulnerable girls down that they had pulled off the streets in Hollywood to know the drill himself.
The one thing Richard did not need was Ritchie or his friends showing up at Deborah's house while he was there with Rebekah; and that is where Big John came in. He would have him follow Richie for a couple of days and, hopefully, catch them in the middle of some nefarious act.
Big John could alert the local police to catch them red handed and make sure baldy and his friends were cooling their heels in jail when Richard and Rebekah were at her mom's house. Richard was positive that Big John could pick up their trail at the titty bar where Deborah had worked.
If all else failed, and he could not catch them breaking the law, Big John had a swing like Hank Aaron when it came to wielding a piece of lead pipe, Richard thought evilly. When he got through with them, they wouldn't be bothering anyone for a while. Big John had only been using his nightstick when he lost his job with LAPD.
Big John picked up Richard's call on the second ring and he immediately filled him in on what he proposed.
"Skinheads huh?" said Big John. "It will be my pleasure. Are you sure you want me wasting my time following them? I'd just as soon go straight to plan B."
"I appreciate your enthusiasm, but let's not go nuclear right away," said Richard. "I'd prefer they not suspect a hidden hand in their demise. They might conclude my client put you up to it and that could backfire."
