Chapter One: Naked in a Small Town
While Renée lay in bed with Betty soundly sleeping after a further sexual tryst, Sid was sitting in his office experiencing a screwing of another nature. He was sitting between the chairman of the university board and President Cramer and both of them were gravely concerned about recent events that had negatively impacted the image of the University.
“We were just preparing to appeal to the state legislature to raise semester fees another thousand dollars, and now all this with the world wide TV broadcast of Renée removing all her clothes and this latest debacle of her and Betty having sex in front of a web cam that again went worldwide has slowed all our plans down to a complete standstill. Isn’t that right, James?”
President Cramer sat slumped in his chair appearing extremely uncomfortable. He was alternating between blushing completely red and then being extremely white, and perspiration was continuing to pour off him.
“Yes, that’s right,” he spoke almost inaudibly.
‘God, I hope Betty doesn’t think that I really wanted her arrested,’ the president thought, anxiety flooding his emotions.
“James, are you okay?” inquired Leonard Atkins, the chairman of the board. “If you need to see the doctor, we can wait until after you do to hold this meeting.”
‘She must know that I would have immediately dropped charges, doesn’t she?’ “No, I’m fine, let’s just keep going,” James answered a little louder.
‘I mean I had to tell Kell something, didn’t I? Or it would have looked funny.’
“Are you certain, James,” Leonard asked again. “You seem a little distracted.”
‘I’m certain Betty has other pictures of us. She could just cut herself out and leave it as a picture of me naked hunched over someone obviously and post it around and get me in serious trouble with Emma.’
“I’m fine,” he snapped. “Let’s just get on with it.”
“Okay, ok, calm down, James,” Leonard suggested.
“Sorry,” the president muttered.
“Can we just get on with it?” Sid asked irritably. “It’s getting late and you still haven’t told me what you want.”
“Okay son,” Leonard laughed heartily while placing his hand on Sid’s knee as a sign of affection. He removed it quickly when Sid glared hard at the offending hand.
“Sid, I’m sorry to have to put it this way, but Renée, Kristin, and Betty are basically out of control. Something has to be done to pull them back into the fold and they need to get the message hard!” explained James.
“And this needs to be handled with utmost discretion,” Leonard stressed. “In fact whatever you decide should happen in my mansion. That way I can control that no news of it would ever leak out. You have carte blanche -.”
“Carte Blanche,” interrupted James to emphasize the point.
“What exactly are you looking for here in terms of punishment?” the young man asked.
“Something quick, deadly, massive, and it should fit the crime. They should remember it with fear and trembling if they ‘even’ think about starting some new trouble.”
“A-men to that,” James responded in agreement.
Sid heaved himself up from his chair. “Ok, I’ll get started immediately.”
“Good luck!” Leonard shouted out cheerfully.
“Whatever,” muttered the taciturn young man.
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It was late in the next evening. Sid sat around a table with his ‘dates’ in Chairman Atkins’ huge and very ornate dining room. Everybody had had a fine time with Sid, to their great surprise, playing the role of a charming companion.
Of course, all three of the young ladies were flabbergasted to have received such a gracious invitation to dine and from Leonard Atkins of all people. He had explained it to them as just being his way of attempting to right a few wrongs; naturally each of the three women thought they had been the one who had been wronged.
Each young woman, in turn, was secretly thrilled to be hobnobbing with the social elite that were present. Fifty people had been invited and everyone of them was of the social privileged. Of course, unknown to the young women, Leonard had completely informed his guests of what to expect later in the evening.
After the most food they had ever seen for just one meal, (Renée had a seafood platter, Kristin had Rainbow Trout, and Betty had Surf and Turf,) Sid pulled four shot glasses out of his coat, which he had draped over the back of his chair.
The conversation was animated enough that no one present noticed Sid’s glass was already filled and held a plastic covering over it which he quickly pulled off. Placing one shot glass in front of each of three women, he next pulled out a pint of Crème de Cocoa, an after dinner liqueur.
Pouring the liqueur into each of the glasses except his, Sid explained, “Here’s a special treat to commemorate peace at the university in our time.”
“Hear! Hear!” Kristin shouted out boisterously.
Sid smiled benevolently at her. He realized she was already half in the bag from knocking down tee many Vodka martoonis. Renée smiled demurely at him, but Sid knew she only had the slightest inkling where she was because of the clouded condition of her eyes. And Betty had been slugging down Lite Beer as though she was afraid there wouldn’t be any left by tomorrow morning.
Sid realized that this just played right into his hands. The three women had already successfully demonstrated to everyone in the dining room that they were well on their way to becoming dead drunk, so no one really thought anything about it when five minutes after the toast had been drunk the three women were sleeping with their heads resting on the table.
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Kristin first recognized when she woke up that she was in a bedroom and not the dining room, the last place she remembered.
‘But what are we doing here?’ the pretty blonde woman thought.
She next realized, completely panic stricken, that her clothes had been taken from her; in fact as she glanced around the room quickly she espied that Betty and Renée were ‘sans apparel’ also.
‘It must have been in that last drink he offered us,’ Kristin thought angrily. ‘That son-of-a-bitch slipped us a mickey! But why?’
It was then that Kristin discovered the note left by Sid. She read:
“The assignment was given to me to display to you three the error of your ways and that your inappropriate behaviors has cost the University much in goodwill and reputation around the world. Your clothes are now reposing back at the SUV. If you want them you will have to retrieve them yourselves. As you probably have noticed by now, you are handcuffed together -.’
‘What!!!!’ Kristin screamed in her mind. ‘Handcuffed!!’
The blonde woman automatically lifted her right arm and shook it. Sure enough, she was handcuffed to Renée. ‘Goddamn it!’ she thought. ‘That miserable worm - to do that to us.’
She returned to her reading: ‘As you probably have noticed by now, you are handcuffed together. This is to remind you all that you are involved in this together and if you want to see this through to a successful conclusion, you will need to work together. Good luck on your present task, Sid.’
‘To hell with that noise,’ Kristin thought. ‘I’m not spending all evening handcuffed to Renée with her kissing and hugging on me.’
It had been brought to Kristin’s attention that Renée had fallen desperately in love with her after that savage beating she had administered to her. This was not the first time something like this had occurred, although the other times were done on purpose which is a story for another time.
Kristin pulled out one of her hair pins, straightened it out and began to work on opening ‘that which couldn’t be opened.’
“Oh my head,” Renée moaned in complaint.
Renée sat up and looked around the room. “Ekkkk!” she screamed. “Where are my clothes?!”
“The same place mine are and Betty’s are probably. Could you hold it down on the shrieking, my head hurts too, you know.”
“What are ‘you’ doing anyway?” Renée questioned.
“I’m trying to pick the lock and open this handcuff. It would be a whole lot easier to run through the mansion not handcuffed to each other.”
“There, got it!” Kristin exclaimed triumphantly, hearing the click that indicated the mechanism unlocked.
“Oh goody, now you unlock ours.”
“Nope, haven’t got time,” explained Kristin while standing up. “It’s every woman for herself in this situation. See you back at the SUV – if you make it, that is, hehe.”
Kristin wasted no time running from the room into the corridor. “Come back, you bitch! I’ll get you for this. Be careful! I love you!” Renée called out contradictorily.
Betty, wake up!” Renée vigorously shook the other woman until one eye popped open and glared at her.
“Stop it, Renée! Let me sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow,” Betty complained.
“If you don’t get up now, there may not be a tomorrow,” Renée warned.
Betty opened her other eye and glanced around. “Where are we?”
Before Renée could answer, “Betty demanded, “Where are your clothes – oh shit! Where are my clothes? What have you done this time, Renée?”
“It wasn’t me, it was Sid.”
“That bastard, I should have known there was a trick connected to why he was being so nice. What the hell is this all about and where’s Kristin?” Betty naturally wondered.
“Here,” Renée said handing Betty the note. “And Kristin picked her handcuffs with a hairpin and ran off.”
While reading the note Betty accused, “That bitch always was selfish.”
“Except when she sliced me up for you,” the black-haired woman pointed out.
“Oh, no, she did that for herself,” Betty explained. “She never could stand you.”
“Well, I like that!” Renée responded, greatly insulted.
“Oh, shut up and quit whining.”
“Well, I can see we’re going to have some difficulty with working together, aren’t we?” Renée responded prissily.
“Only if you keep flapping your jaws like that.”
“Come on,” Renée said standing up and pulling Betty to her feet also.