I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. If you're just now joining us, please step back and read the first two chapters. Otherwise, this will not make sense to you. Remember, this is fiction.
Chapter 3
A gentleman should always let the lady come first.
David returned to the Theta Chi house after dinner with Jessica and walked into a chaotic screening of his video on the big TV. Jeremy had done his job. The brothers were going crazy hooting and cheering as the action unfolded. Questions and comments were flying.
"Who are these dolls?"
"Did you see that?"
"Is he actually fingering one and eating another?"
"Where was this made?"
"I think this is a fake."
"Can't be, look at the shit-eating grin on his face."
"Her pussy is beautiful. I'd love to lick that one."
"Why are their faces blurred?"
"God, what an ass on that girl. I'm in love."
"David, I thought your dick would be longer than that."
"Her knockers are huge."
"Who made the video?"
"Is she really deep throating you?"
"Did she just squirt? Oh God."
"Look at that girl's legs. Wow."
"I'd love to have them wrapped around my head."
As the last of the background music played under the final grunts and groans, the guys all cheered and high-fived David.
"That was outstanding," Cliff said. "You're the first brother I know to have his own professional porn video."
"Wonder if I could get one of those made?" asked another.
"Probably, but you'll have to supply your own girls," replied David.
"I could do that. Give me the details later."
Another said, "Maybe we should require all the new pledges to do one. That'll be fun."
"Having our pledges do one wouldn't be hazing, would it?"
"If it is, you can haze me all day, every day."
"It wouldn't be hazing if we don't ask anybody. Let's just do it. Who would complain?"
"Screw the pledges, I want to have one made for me."
"Some of us have girls willing to do it but we'll need to recruit others. Maybe we can talk to the Gamma Phis and Sigma Kappas. They've got some hot new girls."
"Yeah, but the hottest ones are in Delta Gamma."
"Cliff, that girl you're dating is one of them. Maybe she can help set it up."
David and Cliff kept quiet.
****
Eric arrived at the station 15 minutes before his scheduled shift, just as a unit was leaving for an accident on Kirkwood Highway. He changed into a uniform and walked to the kitchen for coffee. One of his buddies was watching porn on a personal laptop, and Eric stopped to look over his shoulder. The guys weren't supposed to be doing that but everyone did, especially during the night shift.
After a few minutes, a beautiful girl joined the action on the screen. She looked very familiar but it took a moment to realize why. She looked like Susanna. But that was impossible and quickly discounted. He walked back to the rest area and collapsed into a comfortable chair in front of the TV.
It was a relatively quiet shift. They were called out for a heart attack, two auto accidents and a police action. No one died, at least that night, on his call-outs. Still, he was tired, even after showering and shaving at the firehouse. His first class was not until 9am so he could get a quick nap in his car after he called Amy.
****
Layla showered and crawled into bed earlier than usual. She had some serious thinking and dreaming to do. Since the rape, her dreams were of the violent attack and the pain and humiliation she suffered. She knew her brothers had settled the score but that gave her no relief. No amount of revenge could relieve her pain. Then, the apparent betrayal by Eric doubled her agony and the dreams worsened.
Tonight, there was hope. Eric was there in her mind. She felt amazing warmth as she snuggled with her thoughts of him under the covers. Layla's mind raced with all the possibilities. She was now focused on good and not on evil, on what a real man does and not on the depravities of the scum class. Finally, there was an expectation for a pleasant dream.
As Layla learned that night, dreams are not easily channeled. Her last conscious thoughts were of him and Amy and the gift she needed to buy for the party.
Her dream opened with a discussion she once had with Paulo.
When she was 16, Paulo took her to lunch one day and told her about his business. He needed her help. Layla had always suspected that her brothers were in a different business than advertised. Sure, they owned a chain of self-service laundries, three auto repair shops and an ATM service and repair business. But, they had a lot of money, more than would be expected.
At lunch that day, she learned that they also were part of the criminal justice system. Her brothers were the good guys, serving justice to the guilty outside the normal channels. They worked for the FBI, the state and local police, federal and local criminal lawyers, prosecutors and judges.
Paulo explained that he received orders from his clients to process, much like a stockbroker. His order may be to make a guilty person disappear or commit apparent suicide. The desired result was to rid the earth of major criminals without the cost of trials lasting months, lifetime incarceration or allowing the guilty to walk. Government funding was tight, and it was much cheaper to hire the services of Paulo's men than any of the alternatives.
He explained to Layla that each brother had two teams of four people each who execute the orders. Paulo needed her help for one job. His team had been following a man who murdered his wife and child but had been released because of a search warrant technical error. There was no doubt he was guilty, but all the evidence proving it had been collected on that defective warrant. The problem was that this man was never alone. He always had other men or women with him. The team had to snatch him and only him without others knowing what happened.
Layla made it happen. Near the spot where the target always parked, Layla let the air out of a car's tire. She was dressed in a nice business suit with a short skirt and wore full glamor makeup. She stood near the car when he and his buddy approached. The target stopped and asked whether he could help. She asked if he could change her tire and promised in a quiet and sexy voice to be very grateful. The two guys smiled, and the target sent his buddy away, obviously thinking this could be interesting. That was a big mistake. Paulo's team had him in custody and on the way to the Chesapeake Bay "processing center" within a couple of minutes. He was never seen again. Layla was paid $1000, more than she'd ever dreamed. The earth was rid of a double murderer, and another order was successfully processed at a very reasonable cost to the taxpayers. Everybody was a winner, except the criminal.
Layla woke and struggled for a moment to remember where she was. The dream was so real, the encounter with that target still fresh as the day it happened. It was her first time to look a murderer directly in the face. The chill she felt was still there.
She turned over, pulled a pillow between her legs and focused only on Eric being that pillow as she rubbed herself. Every other thought was suppressed and that seemed to work. She later woke refreshed and alive with energy.
****
Layla had two classes on Thursday, both in the afternoon. She poured coffee and sat at the table to study. Her mind was always focused in the mornings, it seemed. A few minutes before 9am, her phone rang.
"Hey Eric. Where are you?"
"Just walking to class. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed dinner last evening."
"I had a wonderful time. Am I going to see you before Sunday morning?"
"Probably not. After the classes this morning, I'm driving up to see Amy. I'm off tonight and don't have classes tomorrow so I'll be able to spend two days with her. I promised to take her to the zoo tomorrow morning."
"She'll have a blast. Will she be four or five on Sunday?"
"She'll be four. I'm amazed, Layla, at how precocious she is. Amy will probably know more about the animals than I will."
"Does your mom read to her?"
"Yes, but my dad is her favorite reader. He loves her to death and spends every evening with her doing something. Mom says they are cute together playing with all her toys. Dad has become an expert on doll houses and is building one for her birthday present."
"How wonderful. Maybe I could buy some doll house furniture and furnishings to help out."
"She would love that. But don't go overboard."
"I won't."
"Let me warn you about something she may bring up on Sunday. When I took another woman to meet her, Amy asked her if she was going to be her new mommy. She will probably ask you the same thing."
"What should I say?"
"That's up to you. But I wanted to give you advance warning so you can be prepared for it."
"I appreciate that. I'll be ready, I hope."
"I'm at the classroom now. I'll call you later."
Layla returned to her studies but kept thinking about how she would answer Amy's question. Nothing she thought of would work. How could a four-year old ask for such an impossible answer?
****
Friday morning Susanna called Layla as both were walking to classes.
"Layla, I got a call from a guy named Ben. He's one of David's Theta Chi brothers and he wants us to make a video of him and his girlfriend."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. Isn't that wild? He also says that three others are lining up girls now to star in their videos. So they want you to do four."
There was silence.
"Layla, did you hear what I just said?"
"Yeah, but this is getting out of hand in a hurry."
"Julia said this might happen when the guys saw David's."
"But Susanna, that would put us into business and we'll need a license and will have to pay taxes and everything."
"So?"
"So this is getting serious. I don't know if the locals allow the production of porn films in Delaware?"
"You're not making porn films. You're making personal videos that are ordered by customers. You're not selling the videos-you're selling the videography and editing services."
"You make it sound like I'm setting up a lemonade stand."
"Listen, you're not paying anyone to be in the videos. You're not selling the videos or distributing them for sale. The only thing you're doing is contracting with people to record their activities and edit it into a usable video. It's not porn because the people in it are the ones paying for it."
"Susanna, what we did with David was a joke, a prank. You wanted to embarrass him for coming on to you as he did and show him that he couldn't keep it up. We were being nice to him in the end because we felt bad about all the bullshit he took from us. I never thought for a minute I'd do it again."
