Part 4. Revenge.
As I have said, the delightful and delectable Cindy used to give me a terrible time at school. What kept my feet on the ground were the videos that I had of her and a number of the other girls, many of whom were only marginally less horrible to me than Cindy. The videos were one thing, fucking Cindy was another. I had made up my mind that I was going to screw Cindy and that she was going to be enthusiastic about it.
I made a number of photographs of Cindy in full action with her father-in-law. It was very obvious as to who they were, and I date stamped them. I wrote my phone number on the back of what I considered to be the best one. They weren't just crude pictures, they had to be artistic.
My next move was to 'accidently' bump into Cindy at the mall. The conversation went like this; Me; "Hi Cindy, you are looking lovely today, marriage must be suiting you"; The lovely Cindy: "Fuck off you little piece of shit before I kick you in the balls, that is if you have any, you pathetic little fucking dweeb, eat shit and die". Charming creature is she not!
Before she could walk on, I shoved the photo into her hand and said firmly, "You had better look at this Cindy". She had no choice but to look. She then went white as a sheet. Whilst she was still in shock, I placed a DVD into her hand and told her that if anything were to happen to me, the full video would go viral within minutes, and nothing would save her. I then told her to ring me within twenty-four hours or else! She then just stared at me and stood there still in shock.
The next thing I knew was when a police officer walked up to her, put his hand around her waist, pulled her to him in a very, very familiar manner and asked if she was alright and if I was bothering her. Cindy told him that there was no problem and the cop just glared at me. Just then, another two cops arrived and closed ranks on her. How many other guys are screwing her? Half the police force? That was when I really realised that I had to be careful and that this was not a silly game and that it could get me seriously hurt.
Cindy rang me that night and immediately asked how much money I wanted. My reply was that I did not need money, I wanted something much more important to me. She, to her credit, got the message immediately and said, 'So you want to fuck me. Is that all you want; big deal, so tell me when and where, let's get it over with'. My reply was that I wanted her with all the trimmings. She asked me as to what I meant by all the trimmings. I had thought about it and had decided that real retribution and satisfaction, were within my grasp, so I told her that I wanted her to make true love with me which meant real affection, kissing, enthusiasm, cock sucking, face sitting and everything else that I had seen her do and that she was to do it with a smile.
There was complete silence until she asked me whether she would get the full video to keep afterwards. She had no idea that I also had evidence about her 'romance' with her husband's twin brothers. I told her that we would talk about it later depending on how we got on together. Obviously for my own safety I had to keep control of the videos and never let them go.
Part 5. Action Man
I organised for Cindy to meet me at another motel where I also did work. I did not install three cameras, it already had two (don't ask). I made it to a total of five plus two in the bathroom. The cameras from the first motel plus any incriminating evidence had already been removed. I was ready for my big show. Cindy arrived wearing a mini skirt, a fluffy wool top, knee high boots and a matching fluffy wool cap. She would not have been out of place in any world class, high-end brothel. She had a very sullen look on her angelic face and immediately sat down on the bed.
At first, I had fully intended on just jumping on the gorgeous Cindy and sticking my cock in every hole that her body has, just basically ravishing her. Great idea at the time, but on thinking about it, I really did want more. Over the years, I had never had a relationship with a woman that did not involve the exchange of money (no, surprisingly, they did not pay me). No connection, no responsibility, no care, walk away! There, I said it! Now you know! What I had also done, was to study every book, video, article, available on the subject of seduction. Had all the information, all of the knowledge, but never attempted to put it into practice, maybe this was the time to try! What was there to lose? If I failed, she was going to laugh at me, however, no matter what happened, I was still going to fuck the most gorgeous creature I had ever seen, one that I had lusted and masturbated over for years. Win, win!
First, I dimmed the lights, not too low, but low enough to help set the atmosphere, I still had my cameras to think about. Next was the music. I already knew what music Cindy liked. At school, a couple of times, when she thought nobody was looking, I had seen her gently swaying to and fro, to the sound of slow country music, which, luckily, I was also partial to.
I sat beside her as she started to remove her hat and I stopped her. She gave me a very funny look. I told her that I just wanted to talk to her, to find out what she was about, I wanted to know more about her. Cindys answer was, "why would you want to talk to me, nobody else does"? "Men only want to fuck me, and women don't want to know me, let alone talk to me, why, what have I ever done to them"? I could have told Cindy that women hated her because she was incredibly beautiful and oozed sex. These women's menfolk drooled and dribbled when they saw her, and those women thought that they could not compete. That was the reason! Women are strange. Someone should tell them that they do not need to compete, all they need to do is present themselves to be the best they can be (few men would want a three hundred pound pig hanging off their arm, well, not many that I know), make their men proud to be with them, then take their man home and fuck his brains out, instead of being a selfish 'I want everything with nothing in return' bitch! The vast majority of men are easily pleased and with that sort of treatment, they will never stray; they will never want to.
At school, Cindy was a queen bee, which made all the other girls fear her, then, and I suspect still do! I suspect Cindy never ever made any real female friends. What a strange world we live in. What I did say was, "Maybe you have met the wrong people, maybe it's not you at all, perhaps I may be able to help, I would like to, if you would let me". She looked confused and said that she had thought I wanted to use the video just to get a fuck. I lied and assured her that I used the picture just to get to know her and was not going to show the video and pictures anybody and never would. She talked about a number of things, including school. I then gathered my thoughts and asked her about her marriage, and to my surprise, she just opened up on it. It seemed that her fucking meathead (her words) husband spent half of his life either in the gym or in front of a mirror. He paid very little attention to her and in bed all he did was stick it in now and then, fall off after a couple of minutes, roll over and go to sleep. To make matters worse, he only had a very little dick! (Be warned, this is the result of steroid abuse). How happy was I with that news. I am not huge, probably just average, but it made me feel really good.
She reluctantly and slowly started to open up further about her life, which, in a way, I realised, was rather sad. I quickly worked out that she had learned to use her body and her looks to get what she wanted, including a mansion to live in. I was quite right about the red Ferrari, including the night before the wedding. Her father-in-law to be, had paid for her schooling and all expenses the day she turned eighteen. I did not pursue that conversation, rather, just let her talk. The more she talked, the easier it became for her and, the more she talked, the more I came to understood her and her motivations. I believed that her interactions with those delightful twins was most probably motivated by anger with her husband (she still had no knowledge of my other video). My educated guess was that she had been stopped for speeding or something else, at some time by the cops. You, dear reader, make up your own minds on that. It also became clear to me that Cindy was still her own woman and never did anything she did not want to do. Everything had to have a purpose.
We sat there talking for well over an hour. Without Cindy noticing, I used the remote control to dim the lights to what I thought was a romantic level (all guess work on my part, after all, what would I know about romance). Cindy opened up about all aspects of her life and I had to do very little, apart from occasionally making comments or asking question. During that time, she appeared to move closer to me until I felt right about putting my arm around her shoulders. To my surprise and delight, she started to gently sob and buried her beautiful face in my chest. She cried for what appeared to be half a lifetime. I stroked her hair and her shoulders and made soothing noises. Eventually, she put her head up and kissed me softly on the lips. This was a first for me and it was my turn to feel confused. This was not really the plan! Instead of groping and ravishing her, as I had intended to do, I gently returned the kiss. I did not even think about where that lovely mouth had been. I was reborn! The realisation dawned on me in that clarity of moment; Cindy was a lost and lonely soul. Only I could save her. Me!
