Chapter 12: Plots and Perversions
This is the continuing chronicle of the MILF club. If you have not read any other chapters I suggest you go back and read them for background. This chapter continues the story of the primary characters, Sherry and Peter.
To a casual observer I was just taking an evening walk, but in reality I was waiting for a call from Drew. As I wandered, my anger over how Marc had treated my wife simmered.
"Beep-beep. Beep-beep." The cell phone sounded from my pocket. I pulled out the small plastic marvel of modern technology, opened it up, and put it to my face.
"This is Peter." I said.
"Hello Peter." Drew's familiar voice sounded in my ear. "Anything to report?"
"You better fucking believe it." I answered, my voice dripping with venom. I unloaded on Drew, telling him the short version of what Marc and Chad had put my wife through. He didn't deserve my anger, but he was the only one with whom I could vent.
"Look, I know it was bad, and that you're upset, but your wife was never in any real danger." Drew said.
"What?" I barked. "That bastard Marc gave her away to complete strangers!"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you." He replied quickly. "They weren't strangers. Chad is Marc's younger brother."
"What the fuck?" Was my confused response.
"It's a head game that they play, pretending not to know each other." Drew explained.
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah. They've done it before. Actually it was originally Tara's idea; she's one perverted little bitch." He answered.
"Fuck, Drew. I don't know how much more of this I can take." I whined.
"Hang in there Peter. We are making progress in taking these bastards down; really we are." He reassured me. "Actually, Sherry's recent ordeal may be of some use in that regard."
"What? How?" I stammered.
"Well, the club was originally started by someone else, but just for fun and the women were more or less volunteers. But then Alex started blackmailing younger and hotter women and managed to take control. He's the one who brought in Marc, by the way. Anyway, the original club founder wants to end it, but he needs to do it in a way that doesn't risk revealing his involvement. We all would like the same thing, of course." Drew explained.
"OK, OK, but how does my wife's debasement at Marc and Chad's hands have to do with it?" I interrupted.
"I'm getting to that. As it turns out, the last time Marc and Chad played this game, the husband almost went public. He figured that was preferable to the danger of having his wife abused by strangers. Alex had to explain to him that Chad was Marc's brother and they were just playing a game. Eventually he was able to convince the man not to 'out' everyone, but as a result Alex told Marc to never play that game again. It was just too dangerous. Now, from what I hear Alex and Marc are bickering over how to run the club, so if you confront Alex, much like that other husband did, that should stir things up a bit." He continued.
"How will that help?" I asked.
"If they are fighting amongst themselves it will make it easier for us to do what we need to. I can't give you details right now, but I have already made contact with the founding member of the club and we are working on a plan now. The information you have provided us has been very helpful, by the way." Drew informed me.
"Great, when do take them down?" I wanted to know.
"We're not ready just yet. Like I already said, just hold on for a little longer. I'm just as anxious as you are to end this nightmare, but we'll only get one shot at doing this right and keeping it from going public, so we have to be careful."
"All right. I understand. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I replied somewhat dejectedly, and folded the phone shut. Putting it back into my pocket I started making my way back home; taking a different route back than on the way out. I always tried to mix up my routes, just in case.
Later that day I called Alex and unloaded on him about Marc and Chad. I threatened to just 'out' the entire club and everybody in it, saying that Sherry's safety was ultimately more important than anything else. He assured me that Sherry was never in any danger and that it wouldn't happen again. He advised me not act harshly and said that if I did that the damage he would unleash would follow us forever. I pretended to be convinced by his assurances and threats and hung up.
For the next two weeks we didn't hear from Alex or any other member of the club, no doubt a result of my call. I guess Alex figured we were due a break. It was a welcome respite, but we knew it couldn't last. When we did finally hear from the club, it was from a surprising source - sleazy Carl. Apparently he owned the stripper bar where Sherry met Alex for the first time after we were forced into the club. Carl told me that he held an amateur night once every month and sometimes when he does not get enough contestants he fills in using "MILFs" from the club. This time he needed two women, and Sherry was one of his picks.
He informed me that I was to have her at his bar by seven o'clock on Thursday evening. She was to either wear something slutty or bring something to change into. When I told my wife she seemed more apprehensive about this than any of the other club 'events' she had endured so far. This seemed strange to me since all she had to do was dance and take her clothes off, but for some reason this scared her more than having sex with strange men. Go figure.
Despite her fears when Thursday night rolled around we found ourselves at Carl's titty bar. He had Sherry sign some consent papers (yeah, like we were really consenting to this) and then he whisked her away to get dressed for the contest while I sat at the bar and drank. A few other women showed up to do the same thing including Yvonne and Mike from the club. I chatted briefly with Mike while we waited for the contest to start. He seemed more relaxed about it than I was, but then I suppose everybody reacts differently to weird situations.
