Here's one for all you haters out there. I didn't spend a whole lot of time on this one. It just kind of got in my head, and I had to let it out. It's ripe for picking apart, so fire away. Oh, and as you are telling me how bad it is, you should know that I probably won't even read the comments. I write for my enjoyment. If you like what I write, great. If you don't, that's OK too. Those that write trying to please everyone usually just put out crap that everyone hates.
No sex in this one. All characters are over 18. There is reference to a homosexual gang rape, but he deserved it. Those of you who have a more twisted sense of humor may find this one amusing. If you don't find it even a little humorous, Feel good about yourself. That simply means that you can probably stop seeing your therapist, and that you have found the right dosage for your medications. Enjoy.
Ricochet
I have to admit, they were slick. It was timed perfectly and performed flawlessly. It was fairly obvious that this was far from their first time doing this. There was the lookout to make sure there were no surprise threats. The cutter removed the guard from the target. The distraction to take the target's attention away for that crucial second. Then there was the applicator that applied the weapon. Last, but not least, there was the collector to remove the target once the weapon had been fully deployed. Yes, they were a well-trained crew that knew what they were doing. They deployed their plan flawlessly and effectively. Well, mostly.
The lookout was a petite blonde at the end of the bar. She was actually a beautiful little thing. She watched the entire production and gave her all clear signals so subtly that it was almost impossible to see. Almost. She had obviously practiced extensively. Of the entire crew, she was the lone amateur. Amateur or not, she had talent. Her problem was that she really didn't think she would be recognized. She was wrong.
The cutter was named after the cutting horses that have been specifically trained to cut one cow out of the herd. The rider points the horse at which cow needs to be cut out, and the horse is trained to cut in and guide the cow away from the herd. In this case, the cutter was used to separate the target's companion away from the target. He was a tall, well-built cowboy type that previous intel suggested the companion was attracted to. A request for a dance, and the companion was away from the target.
The distraction. He was a larger, apparently uncoordinated drunk. Space was limited in the bar, and he attempted to squeeze past a woman standing near the target. A trip, bump, and a dropped glass did the trick. He was careful to make sure that none of his drink actually spilled on the target. The target's attention was successfully diverted to the commotion that occurred.
While the target's, and also of importance, close observer's attention was elsewhere, the applicator quickly reached in and applied the contents of a small bottle to the target's glass. That done, he slipped away so as to not be noticed after deploying the weapon.
Yes, so far, the battle plan was working as planned. The short distraction was over, and the target took a sip of her drink. After a few more sips, the target began swaying in her seat. The companion returned and resumed her conversation with the target. A few more minutes, a few more sips, and the cutter returned. As the companion was again on the dance floor, the collector made his move. The target was clearly extremely drunk by this point. Acting as helping his friend to get home, the collector instead snuck the target out the back door and into a waiting car. The words spoken between the driver and the collector were quick and to the point.
"Is everything ready?"
"All set. I got six guys all primed and ready for her."
"They know what to do?"
"Oh yeah. They are all big -- in all respects -- and anxious to get a piece of her."
"Make sure that they know our client needs a really good video. It needs to show her as appearing to be really into it."
"Don't worry. The shit we slipped her will wear off in a bit, but she will be jacked up on the X by that time. She'll be screaming for more as she has cocks in all three holes."
With that, the door was closed, and the car moved off.
In another part of town:
The elaborate set-up was not needed. The target was sitting at the bar chatting to an attractive woman. All that was required was a team of two. The distraction and the applicator/collector.
The target had come into the bar alone and sat at the bar. Shortly thereafter, an attractive brunette entered the bar and sat two seats away from him. Over the course of several minutes, a conversation began between the target and the attractive woman. This resulted in the target relocating to the seat beside the woman. Another round of drinks was procured. Then another round. The woman was waiting for her friend for a 'Girls Night Out'.
Eventually, a tall buxom blonde entered the bar. She took the seat next to the target, as the seat next to the brunette was not available. Both the blonde and brunette began shamelessly flirting with the target. After a fourth round of drinks was acquired, the distraction (blonde) inquired of the target if he thought her blouse was displaying too much of her impressive breasts, thus significantly distracting the target's attention. As the poor bastard was riveted on those impressive globes, the team member on his opposite side applied the weapon to the target's drink.
This target was not nearly as cultured as the target already collected. He did not simply sip his drink. After becoming rather flustered at the brazen display of the most magnificent tits he had ever encountered, he picked up his drink and downed it one gulp. It should come as little surprise that he was shortly thereafter escorted to a waiting SUV by his two female companions. There were no words between the driver and the collectors this time. The brunette simply slid into the passenger side as the blonde got behind the steering wheel.
Three months later:
"I am granting the divorce for adultery to Mrs. Annette Baxter. Furthermore, since the burden of proof of adultery had been more than satisfied, the prenuptial agreement will be enforced in full. On a personal note, I found the video of Mr. Baxter engaging in homosexual BDSM gang bang sexual intercourse to be extremely disturbing. The fact that it is his personal secretary holding a whip and directing the action while wearing a large strap-on dildo makes me wonder if a sexual harassment lawsuit will be forthcoming." With that, he banged his gavel ending the marriage.
Filling in the blanks -- three months previously:
The lookout was a petite blonde at the end of the bar. She was actually a beautiful little thing. She watched the entire production and gave her all clear signals so subtly that it was almost impossible to see. Almost. She had obviously practiced extensively. Of the entire crew, she was the lone amateur. Armature or not, she had talent. Her problem was that she really didn't think she could be recognized. She was wrong.
I recognized the little slut the second she walked through the door. She is/was my husband's secretary. He has been fucking her for the last six months. Tonight, she was here to help set me up so my soon-to-be- ex-husband can rape me in the divorce. Technically, they were going to set me up to be raped, then use that to rape me in the divorce. And here I had thought they were smart. That's why I was here with my best friend Gwen. You would have thought that they would have recognized her.
So, you may have figured out that I am Annette Baxter. I am married to Charles. I am 32-years old, and thankfully we have not had any children. The reason that Charles is going to such lengths is that I am one of the most ruthless criminal lawyers in the state. I graduated number one in my class. Gwen, my best friend just happened to graduate number two at the same school. I should probably mention that we were roommates as well. She could have gone to any firm she chose. In fact, I practically begged her to join me. Unfortunately, her passion was putting criminals in prison, so she joined the DA's office. She's an ADA now. Bad news for Charlie and his crew. Ooops. Looks like they're making their move.
The cowboy did his job well, and Gwen happily joined him on the dance floor. The clumsy oaf nearly spilled his drink on me, but luckily it just went on the floor. As I pretended to be distracted by that, I caught the bartender quickly switch glasses as soon as the guy beside me moved away. The distraction was really good. It also distracted the crew from noticing that Debbie had replaced my spiked drink with a fresh one. The spiked drink was now sitting in a plastic evidence bag under the bar. The hidden camera had recorded the entire thing and was now recording that the bag was safely under the bar and not being tampered with. It was kind of nice that Gwen had taken pity on Debbie when her ex left town and left her holding the bag on his drug dealing business. She just paid the favor she owed.
It was easy acting like the drugs were beginning to work on me. It was actually kind of fun. On que, the cowboy returned and took Gwen back out on the dance floor while the collector took me out the back door to the waiting car. The microphone taped beneath my clothes picked up every word. The idiot never even noticed the plumbing van following a few cars behind him.
We drove into a rundown area of town to an abandoned warehouse. He stopped, and after he got out of the car, I sat up in the back seat where they had laid me down. Just as the driver got to the rear door, four SUVs, a plumber's van, and a midsize car pulled up. I don't think that the driver or the two guys who had just come out of the building expected that. He also didn't expect to see me primly sitting up when he opened my door.
"Help a lady out?" I asked as I held my hand out for him.
Dumbfounded, he took my hand and assisted me in getting out of the car. I just smiled as I walked past them to the SUVs. By this time, two attractive women had gotten out of one SUV, six large men had emerged from the others, and Gwen got out of her car.
"Gentlemen." I spoke to the three men at the car I had just exited. "Would you be dears and assist in helping the man in this vehicle inside, please?"
Another car pulled up and my husband's secretary was assisted out. The three men caried Charles as the rest of us followed into the warehouse. There was a large mattress on the floor surrounded by lights and video cameras. It was a pretty well staged setup. The videos from it should be pretty high quality. Time to complete this exercise.
"First off, I would like to introduce you to someone in case you don't recognize her. This gorgeous lady beside me is Gwen Simmons. She is an ADA with this city. These fine gentlemen accompanying me are all members of either the sheriff's department or the city police force. I should also mention that there are about a half dozen police cars staged withing two blocks waiting for a call for assistance. Gwen, would you care to inform these gentlemen of the charges they are facing?"
"Sure. Baby. Keep in mind that this may not me all inclusive. I'm sure that there will probably be additional charges later. Here are the main ones though. Kidnapping. Actually, that's a federal crime, so the FBI will be brought in for that. Possession of a controlled drug. Felony administering a controlled drug. Attempted rape. Attempted assault. Attempted battery. Attempted fraud. That one is because the videos were to be used fraudulently to affect a court case. Oh, and since this was planned out with all of you, we can add conspiracy as well."
I could see their faces going pale at this news.
"Now that you know what you are facing, I have a deal for you. First off, those that actually were involved in the attempted drugging and kidnapping have mostly been arrested and will face charges. The only three that have yet to be arrested are this guy (pointing at the driver), that slut (Charles' secretary), and my bastard husband. The six of you who were here waiting for me to be brought here have a choice. You can either be arrested and face charges, or you can do to him (pointing at Charles) what he had set you up to do to me."
