Everything's Good

I wrote this some time ago under another pen name. If you prefer not to read a BTB, you might like something else better.

I knew it was going to be bad when two of the three detectives turned away from me when I walked in. There was a flat panel monitor on the wall rolling static on the screen. The one detective who would look at me told me to sit. We were in a small room. The chair was at the head of the table away with the best view of the screen. The talking detective sat down.

"Look, I'm sorry to have to say this but we need you to watch a video we just got." His name tag said "Ellison" and there was a coffee stain on his shirt down by the belt. "It came in last night and it got to me this morning." He paused a minute and looked away. Was he wondering what to say next or sending a signal to his partners? I couldn't see his face.

"Maybe, it's her ... you know, your wife, but we need you to say so, " Ellison said, turning back to me.

Jaclyn ran off with asshole, no note, clothes and jewelry gone. I reported her missing and the cops had been looking. This was the first I'd heard in months. I told him to go ahead; what else was there to do?

Detective Ellison nodded and one of his deaf-mute playmates pointed the remote and the big screen came on and a video started. At first everything was black, then a picture flipped wildly before they got the camera set up. Now, on the screen was a shiny pair of black maryjanes, thick platforms with high heels. The camera moved up and there were white socks that went over the knee; then came lots of bare thigh. Finally, the camera captured a tiny, pleated plaid skirt that left the girl's pierced navel exposed, something glittery dangling there. A white blouse was tied up to show lots of midriff. Fidgeting the way young girls do, hands plucking at her short skirt, feet in a constant little shuffle, hips in a tiny sway, I was watching a sexy teen tart until the camera showed her face. There was too much makeup and twin ponytails very high on the back of her head, but it was her. I asked them to stop and they did.

The cyber-crime guys intercepted the file during a routine search, Ellison said. The first cut on origin was a Russian syndicate. "We think she may not be in the country right now," Ellison offered. I reached forward and took the Styrofoam cup of water. "The video was taken from a platform that our guys hacked. It runs parallel to commercial porn sites that appear to be controlled by the same syndicate. They send files like this back and forth to their operations here. The videos show girls that they are ... you know, training. We think that they kidnap girls that they want and ship them out of the country. When they're trained, they get send back. Maybe the guy your wife ran off with was a recruiter or she just plain got sold. We don't know much but it's a solid lead."

I looked out the grimy window. I could see the Brooklyn Bridge. Ellison moved his chair across from me to sit face to face. He didn't have a poker face and his anger played across his face. "We're gonna keep right on looking for her ... for Jaclyn, and we'll stay in touch. We're not giving up." Ellison put a strong hand on my shoulder. "We're with you on this. No matter how it goes; we're with you."

He offered me his hand and I shook it. I tried to look him in the eye, but he looked down. His buddies were busy watching the ceiling. That's when I knew. There were more tapes and none of them thought Jaclyn was ever coming home. After I left, I realized that I hadn't said a word.

*****

A couple of weeks passed, and I'd get a call every Thursday, short and awkward. Ellison would tell me that they were watching but there was no indication that Jaclyn would be in the country soon. I came into my building one rainy morning and, while taking off my raincoat, saw Ellison squeezed into a seat. When he saw me see him, he got up and came over. We shook hands and he took me by the elbow.

We were alone on the elevator as we went up. "You know we got more tapes, right?" I told him I figured that out at the first meeting. He nodded, more to himself than me, like he was checking something off a list.

"Yeah, you're right; we held some back that first day. And then there were more that came in. Like maybe seven now. They seem to turn up every couple of days, like progress reports. They're making sure everybody knows how far along your wife is." Ellison barked a laugh. "Hell, even we know ... you get what I mean ...

It must have been my face. "No offense," Ellison backed up, "but it's a fact. We know and they know. Hell, you know too. Your wife is changing, and you need to get used to that. When we get her back, she won't be like she was." My face was stone; I might be angry, sad but the cops didn't need to know what I was feeling. Ellison's a good man and he took pity on me by changing the subject. "Tell me about her."

"What's to say? Jaclyn's always been the good girl. Good looks, good in school, good in bed. Looked good in clothes and no clothes. Good sense of humor. Everything was good between us. But now, definitely not good for her and me too." Ellison nodded and made notes like what I said mattered. We both knew that it didn't. What I said was bullshit because we both knew the only thing that now was what Jaclyn's trainers wanted.

He offered me the video files, a thumb drive in his hand, and waited to see if I would take them. I told him to stay in touch and asked the receptionist to hold my calls. I closed my door, loaded the drive and clicked on the first file.

*****

"Daddy, please play with me. Daddy, you know how much I want it. I want it all the time, Daddy."

The nasty schoolgirl was in a reverse cowboy, a huge black cock rammed up her ass. You knew that she liked it because a big smile was plastered on her face. Insatiably, she impaled herself, up and down, letting the thrust of her motion launch her perky breasts into wild jiggles. Then, she was settling down, letting the thick penis penetrate all the way, wiggling to make sure that she had it all. "Daddy, you're so big. I love it how big you are! Like, you totally can fill my slutty teen ass with your big black cock." She was humping again, going up and nearly off, only to slide back down.

I clicked on another file. The slutty teeny bopper was in the backseat of a car, her ankles in the air, black maryjanes and white anklets. Some guy was pumping away into her. He spasmed and then got off; the next guy got on and there was a line. Whatever Jaclyn was saying was muffled by the guy in her mouth. And then, there was the lezzie girl in her racy lingerie, licking at another girl's dripping pussy. The teen tramp was leading the man down the alley for a quickie blowjob.

What struck me as I watched the earlier files was that Jaclyn looked afraid and awkward as if she didn't fit in, as if she didn't know what to do. In the last file, Jaclyn was in the middle of a DP sandwich, screaming out fake orgasms for the camera. She still looked afraid, but she certainly wasn't awkward, and she knew exactly what to do.

*****

Ellison kept dancing around what he had come to say. He had already told me that this video was different but not how, just that it was different and that I might want not to look at it. Which was okay, he said, but it was my decision. But it was different, Jaclyn was different, but it was up to me.

Then, he was talking about another case that had turned out okay. They found the girl and she was getting help and it was okay, and he was nodding to himself in that checklist way he has. Then he gave my desk a little pat as if to say we were done and started to leave.

"One more thing," Ellison stopped. "My people say that they think Jaclyn's done ... fully trained. That means they might send her back soon. We be looking, I promise you that. When we get a lead on her, you'll be the first to know."

Jaclyn disappeared a year ago. I had 28 video files on my computer. I took the last one and told Ellison to call me when he had something to tell me.

*****

Jaclyn was still recognizable but nothing like what she used to be. Some of the things that they had done to here were no surprise. Her breasts were bigger and very round, real eye catchers. And they had done her face - new nose, now snubbed and upturned like a little girl. She had new lips full and pouting. Other things had happened, but I couldn't say exactly what. She was a honey blonde in a bouncy ponytail, dressed like a pop tart wannabee. Jaclyn made no effort to avoid the camera. To the contrary, she posed and giggled, flashed her panties, spun away from the camera and bent away to expose her tight ass.

"My name's Jaki and I'm a little slut. I'm looking for generous daddies who want to be good to me 'cause I'm real good to them. If you want to be my daddy, you know what to do to make a date." There was a quick montage of fresh footage of Jaclyn fucking and sucking a variety of men and women, too quick to count but clearly more than enough to demonstrate her credentials as a total whore. Maybe the fifth time through, I figured out what was bothering me so much. It was her eyes. When she looked at the camera, they were different. She wasn't afraid.

*****

Ellison called me about two months later. They had Jaclyn under protection. There had been a tip that young girls were being tricked out of a bar on Canal, and a raid swooped her up. I could see her as soon as I could get there. I got a taxi and made the station house in less than ten minutes. Ellison was on the landing to the second floor. He put a hand on my chest and wouldn't let me pass.

"She's up there and she's safe so take your time," Ellison said. "We need to talk."

We were in a side room, maybe a room for interviewing suspects. "It's been a year and she's been through a lot." I nodded and looked at the door. Ellison ignored that. "You got to give her some room. She did what she had to do. Give the girl some credit. She got back. Not many girls do. You know that she's changed, and you know how."

He looked at me. I had nothing to say and Ellison kept talking. "You need to be there for her. Jaclyn needs you more than anything or anyone else. Just try to accept her as she is now, okay? At some level, she's still the girl you married." Ellison's voice cracked when he said that.

The door opened and the detectives stepped aside to let Jaki come in. She was taller. That was the thing that struck me, how tall she was. I looked down and saw six-inch plats. She was dressed in a tiny skirt in a pink and black plaid, the too tight sweater, the white over-the-knee socks. Her breasts bulged inside the top, her ass on display. Jaki minced over, looking at me with every stop. Nervous, it was easy to see. No, not nervous. Jaki was afraid again but this time she was afraid of me.

I opened my arms and took her in my arms. She nestled inside my embrace and held on tight. We stayed like that a while, and then we went home.

*****

Jaki, that's what I call her now, is bent over my desk and I am screwing her ass. She is taking it like a pro. If she doesn't like this, I can't tell. It looks like she's ready to cream herself again.

When we got back, I explained how things were going to be. The old "Jaclyn" was gone and both of us were going to have to accept that. I accepted Jaki for who she is now and would take care of her. In return, she would take care of me. I would take her shopping for new clothes. She would call her law firm and say she wasn't coming back. I would give her a job in my office, and she would be my personal assistant and office slut.

I shot my wad. Jaki cleaned me and then herself. She's very professional about her job duties. I watched her wiggle out as I picked up the burner phone. I got Nikolai on the second ring.

"I have your payment. She's better than you said she would be, so I threw in another twenty-five grand for the work on her. I might need you if she needs a refresher." I opened the file on my desk and looked at the picture of her boyfriend. "Do you still have asshole in that cell?"

I gave it some thought. When they took Jaclyn, I had them take asshole too. He had spent the last year getting the shit beat out of him in a cell somewhere bad. It was time to put an end to his punishment. "Nikolai, do me a favor and put a bullet in his head? I'll add another ten grand as a service fee." I told asshole he'd go home when it was over. I just didn't say it was the big home in the sky.

I hung up and looked out the window. Maybe a blow job after lunch?