Even more beers later, Linda found her way home and trudged up the stairs, pausing on the second floor as if contemplating something. At last in the sanctuary of her apartment, she'd wandered around dropping clothes and had found another beer in the refrigerator. Then she was off to the shower where she took her time. She had decided she might as well show them all of it. Reaching for the soap, she lathered between her legs and found a razor.
Turning from the mirror over the sink, she decided no makeup would be needed; she wasn't planning on showing her face or head - just her body, albeit every inch of it. She was finally going to see what it felt like after having been a silent watcher so long. From voyeur to center stage, she now planned on seeing if this new level, this new dimension, could be as much of a turn-on as they all seemed to think - as much of a turn-on as it looked like from the outside.
Linda knew Jan would be there, and she planned on using her, on enjoying her body, and focusing completely on loosing herself in Jan's arms and legs, mouth and eyes. Linda found herself wet at the thought of Jan's mouth on hers, the thought of her own fingers exploring Jan's body, pinching her nipples and moving down between her thighs where Linda was sure she would surrender everything as she leaned in for a taste.
Yes, Linda planned on using Jan tonight, more than ever.
* * * * *
Jack sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, wearing briefs, while Jan sat at her writing table with a glass of white wine, chatting with 'cyber' Lisa. Lisa had seen Jack immediately and was ecstatic. "But why can't I see all of him?" Lisa had asked. "He's shy, Lisa. He's not an old hand at this like you and me," Jan had explained. Typing a cyber-laugh, she'd gone on to explain they were lucky to have this much of him.
Jan continued with how they'd met. His name was 'Fred', and they'd met at the bank Jan dealt with. They'd been dating for a couple of weeks, and Jan had not intended to, well... go public with him except for the insistence of Lisa. He'd been wounded once in a robbery and was a little self-conscious about a couple of scars he had, but - and Jan thought Lisa would agree - he was not at all a bad specimen.
Jack glanced off to the side to confirm his program was running. He could see Jan in her white silk pajamas, and he saw his own legs, stretched out and crossed at the ankles behind her. As Jan and Lisa talked, the chat scrolled across the screen. To the right, a small red icon flashed 'Recording', and Jack could see the hard drive light flash occasionally as information was saved to the hard drive.
Looking back to Jan, he could see her body shift and hear small laughs and sighs as her audible response to the chat mimicked her written response even though Lisa couldn't hear it.
* * * * *
It had taken a minute, but Dave finally had Jan tuned in and was at first, perplexed, then, a little excited as he realized tonight would be different. Tonight there would be another body there to touch Jan, to kiss her body, suck her nipples. He didn't care if it was someone else's cock she slid in slowly; it was a cock and could just as easily be his own. God, he hoped she sucked the guy off; he had to have her lips around his cock.
She wore her white silk pajamas that he'd seen before and always enjoyed because he knew what was underneath. He could faintly make out the shape of her nipples through the fabric as she moved and laughed. Yes, that was his Jan.
Pulling the Kleenex box closer, he knew he would need it tonight. Tonight would be the best. Tonight, he would loose himself in Jan's arms as she used the other idiot as a tool to reach out to him. Tomorrow, he would find the courage to continue to do what he knew was the right thing. It might take a week or two, but he knew she would think differently once it was finished.
* * * * *
John sat in his den. He had his laptop and desktop both turned on. One was tuned into the chat room that he and his 'Buddies' used and the other was waiting for 'her' to come on-line. The lights were off - the wife and kids banished to a movie - so he was alone.
John's drink, bourbon on the rocks, sat beside his ashtray. A cigarette burned, the smoke wafting up, making grey swirls in front of the screens. A box of Kleenex was off to the side; he was sure he'd need them tonight.
Looking at the sheet of paper again, he guessed Linda's audience tonight would be at about 100. He'd spread the word through mails and chat all evening as the time she'd given neared. He'd known she was just another 'Cyber-Slut', willing to drop her panties at the drop of a hat. He knew she was just like the rest - sticky fingers and all. He'd also known that he wanted her - wanted to see her naked, wanted to watch as she dug her fingers in between her thighs and brought them out to lick before returning for more - just like all the rest.
Hell, he thought, what he really wanted was to bend her over her desk and fuck her hard as she squirmed under his hands, her ass pushing against him as she begged him not to stop. Yeah, he could do that; he could do that better than she'd ever had. She was just another bitch, and his father had shown him what bitches were for.
Of course, they were all sluts and idiots; he would never go on cam and jerk off like this bunch of idiots. His wife would run from such a thought - the thought of him putting her on cam so the 'boys' could enjoy her, watch her, and he could watch them with their cocks in their hands 'getting it on'. He was sure he'd shoot her if he caught her doing such things in a chat room, well... if she didn't tell him anyway. No, they weren't like that. They were different. These people were probably the sickest bunch of scum bags on the face of the earth as far as he was concerned. Who gave a shit if the majority of them earned more than he did, had a higher education level than he did, or basically, were well-balanced people that most people enjoyed being around? What gave them the right to come out and show off their bodies, and then to 'do it' to other people while they showed their bodies arched back, fingers sliding along their thighs, cocks in hand, and legs spread so everyone 'got a good look'?
Taking another drink, John reached for a Kleenex and wiped the sweat from his brow. Then he took a drag from his cigarette and a quick scan of his two computer screens while he idly clicked open a couple of cams he knew had some 'real hot stuff' going on. Without thinking, his hand was in his boxers as he slowly stretched and pulled his cock.
No more of that high and mighty bullshit from Linda. No more getting the attention of the Captain, getting the funding, getting the glory. No, he was going to fix her good, he thought as he pulled a little harder and felt the satisfying rush as his cock became hard. Besides, John knew his secret was the best kept of them all.
Bunch of sick fucks, his bourbon-laced mind thought as he leaned back in his chair, watching several cams and noticing that Jan seemed to have brought company with her. Damn, it was going to be a great night, John thought.
* * * * *
They had discussed the plan several times. They decided the killer was turned on somehow or, if not turned on, then excited in a way they couldn't imagine by what he watched on-screen. Hell, they didn't care; they would settle for agitated. Jan and Jack planned on steaming up the screen as much as possible, drawing out the foreplay and watching 'cyber' Lisa's' reaction in chat. When they were sure they had drawn the killer into their drama completely, they were going to stop the show under the pretext that 'Fred' didn't think it was fair. He wanted to see Lisa, too, and wouldn't go any further. The hope was that 'cyber' Lisa would become agitated enough that a mistake would be made - something said in chat to give a clue. They really didn't expect a cam to be turned on.
