The day things changed
It was Monday morning and I was off to work, looking forward to the briefing I was going to get when I arrived and found out about being drugged Saturday night. In all my wildest fears I never thought I would hear the words I heard, and now I had to process it all and make some decisions.
I got to my office and got settled before calling Tim's extension only to find he wasn't in his office. I called around and people told me they saw him earlier, but no one knew where he was right then. I had no choice but to wait for him to contact me. That's when I got a visitor I wasn't counting on, the head of security Bob Maxwell.
"Good morning, Darrel I was asked to come up and get you when you got in, can you come with me?"
"Sure, where are we going?"
"Down to the security office on the ground floor."
This is the office that monitors the camera feeds, checks in everyone who comes in the building, and secures sensitive items such as firearms and such connected with the cases we handle. We took the elevator down to the first floor and went into the back to get into the office. Tim, two of his people, and a man I didn't know where in the conference room awaiting my arrival. As I entered Bob closed the door behind me and I heard it lock.
"Tim, why all the cloak and Dagger behavior?"
"Sit down sir, we have a huge amount of info to cover."
I poured myself a cup of coffee and took the empty seat at the head of the table.
"OK, I'm here. Now fill me in on everything you found."
"First let me introduce you to Dr. James Baldwin, He has a PH'D biological chemistry and is a professor at the local State college. He is the one who analyzed the blood samples we took from you. Dr., why don't you fill him in on your findings?"
"Mr. Wilkinson, I was asked to analyze your blood for any drugs or substances that could incapacitate you last Saturday night. I was unable to find any known drugs that are normally used for that purpose and even though there wasn't clear evidence of anything we were looking for, there was a substance that chemically was very similar. I've heard of some people with means making designer drugs but have never seen one until now."
"So, you're saying I was drugged on Saturday?"
"Yes you were sir, by a designer drug not listed in any software I have, and I have the University data base to rely on."
"So, someone drugged me with a special drug?"
"A very unique and expensive one."
"Why not use something more common?"
"With this substance, it allows the user to control how long the effect is and it's designed to have no aftereffects. Basically, you can choose how long someone is out by the dosage, and all they would know is that they passed out, and probably chalk it up to drinking."
"Why would someone use such a special and expensive drug on me?"
I'll leave the conjecture up to you guys; all I can tell you is what it was and what it's effects would be."
That is when Tim thanked him, and he left the room. I was left to ponder the rest until Tim came back to the table after walking the Doctor out.
"Alright Tim, I was drugged, but by who and why?"
"This is where it gets complicated, so I have to ask you to remain calm and let me explain it all to you."
"Alright already, enough with the secrecy...Just tell me what happened."
"Be advised, that door is now locked from the outside and you're your cell phone is jammed. There is no way to contact anybody outside this room."
"Now, enough already, just get to it will you?"
"Yes, first the who. I reviewed all the surveillance video pf the party and I want you to take notice of Edie Freed as you watch this. While you were looking for your wife, she put something in your drink, and the bartender put something in your drink on the next round."
"Holy fuck, I trusted that woman. I want to press charges for assault on them both."
"All in good time, we have the evidence and it's not going anywhere. Now let's get to the reason I was there in the first place. I can't tell you how long it's been going on, but they are serving women up for potential clients to get them to sign a contract."
"You have proof of that also?"
"Yes sir. You were drugged as to not see it happening."
"Are we talking oral favors or full-on sex?"
"We're talking oral, vaginal, anal, group, and one on one sex."
"They're running a full-service whorehouse?"
"Yes sir, and it appears this has been going on for awhile by the ease and comfort they were showing."
"Do you have video of this also?"
"Yes sir, but try to control your anger when you see it."
Before I could say anything more, Tim put the video up on the big monitor. You could see a crowd of people, cheering and hollering while in a circle surrounding what looked like three Men, and a woman in the middle. There was a woman riding one guy lying on the floor, another behind her pounding her ass, and a third face fucking her. All you could see was the back of the woman due to the angle of the camera.
"Do you have a camera angle where we can see who that woman is?"
"Yes sir, just keep watching."
While they abused this woman's body, they stopped, picked her up, and set her down reverse cowgirl on the guy on the floor, before they reoccupied her pussy and mouth. When they did this, it was obvious the woman was Katie, My Katie.
"Fuck Tim, that's my wife!"
"Yes sir, it is."
"I'm going to kill those bastards, and her."
"No sir, I'm not going to let you do that to yourself."
"Well, I'm the boss and owner here and I don't need your fuckin' permission."
I stood up and the two security men he had with us got up with me. I went to the door but was unable to open it.
"Sir, it's locked from the outside and they're not going to unlock it until you get ahold of yourself. We can't have you running off, ending up in jail and open the law firm up to numerous suits."
"God Dammit Tim, let me the fuck out of here."
"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that just yet, so Why don't you have a seat and let me finish."
Knowing I couldn't leave that room, I relented and sat back down in my chair.
"When did you find out that was Katie on the video?"
"I caught a glimpse of her entertaining those men Saturday night, but I didn't get the video until Sunday afternoon."
"What do you mean caught a glimpse? Did you follow them while I was passed out?"
"Sir, there was no need to follow them, they had no problem holding their activities right there in front of everyone at the party. I was following you and saw them when I came back in."
"So, my wife whored herself out to three Men just to get them to sign contracts with her company?"
"Those three Men, Mr. Freed her boss, and two higher ups in the company."
"Six Men in one night?"
"Six Men repeatedly on Saturday night, in all sexual positions."
"Fuck, I'm going to kill her, you know that? Keeping me in here for now isn't going to save her."
"She's not the one I'm trying to save Sir. If you want to punish them all, I can show you the best way to do it, but you must keep your cool and not let on that you know about any of this."
"How am I supposed to keep this knowledge to myself when I sleep with the whore every night?"
"I've given that much thought. When you return to your office, there will be a woman there to help you do just that. If you spill it now, you lose the revenge and most probably your freedom."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, that whore ruined our lives."
"And I'll hand you a way to ruin hers and the lives of everyone involved."
"Yeah, and how are you planning to do that Tim?"
"Sir, you trusted me to find out what was going on, you trusted me when I told you I needed to draw blood samples from you, and you trust me when I sent security up to your office to come down here. I'm asking you to trust me again and let me get all the info I need so you can destroy them all, not just Katie."
"And if I do, what control and pleasure can I get from all of this?" I want revenge Tim, raw brutal revenge."
"I will handle getting all the info to you, advise you on what you can do, and let you call the shots of how hard we make their worlds come crashing down around them."
"Can you guarantee me satisfaction Tim?"
"Satisfaction, revenge, and the most primitive of release."
I sat and thought about what he had said to me, and that revenge was the only thing in my existence at that point.
"Can you leave me alone for a few minutes. I need time to think."
"Yes, of course. I'll be back in a half an hour to check on you."
Sure I was angry and that's the only emotion I was showing, but I was also hurt in a way I couldn't describe or make sense of. I wasn't used to being vulnerable, and it was driving me crazy inside. Tim was right not to let me run off halfcocked, as I surely would hurt someone and maybe even worse. He said there would be a lady to help me process all of this, and maybe he was onto something? I've never known him not to do his homework and learn everything he could, so he probably knew more about this moment in my life than I did. That's why I hired him, that and that he has been my friend since before I married Katie, and he's never given me cause to doubt that friendship. I decided, at least for now, to trust him and see what he came up with and how this would go for me. A half hour passed quicker than I thought, and Tim came back into the room.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm not sure to be honest. I want to follow my emotions but I'm pretty sure you're right. I'll end up in jail somewhere if I go acting in them."
"Look my friend, I can't begin to understand how you feel, but I do know you. I want you to talk to someone who can help you get a handle on all of this. Are you willing to sit down with her and see if she can help?"
"Yeah, I guess it wouldn't hurt. Who is this woman?"
"She is a professor of Psychology and I hear she is very good."
"A shrink? You want me to sit with a shrink?"
"Don't think of her that way. She's an expert in anger management and controlling behavior."
