"Us? Like 'you' and 'me'? 'Me' is going to fuck this guys brains out, then go find my master. I don't know or care what 'you' is going to do." With that she deftly opened his fly, pulled out his cock, and fell to her knees to take it deeply and noisily into her mouth. I tried to close my eyes, but another guy came in and taped them open, then tore her nearly bursting dress off and began to fuck her in what sure as hell looked like her ass as she finished up the blow job. She looked like she was in heaven even as I knew I was in hell.
I woke up to the sun in my face. I was in our hotel room, which I guess I had been in all this time but had not really paid attention. I was covered in vomit and the room stank. I struggled to the bathroom, vomited again, then tried to clean myself up. I looked horrible! Unshaved, bloodshot and sunken eyes. I looked like I was coming off a nasty bender.
A quick search of the room showed that all of Carolyn's things were gone. I called the cops then struggled to get dressed and clean up as best I could.
The officers that responded to my call started off sympathetic, but with every call they made or fact they checked, it became obvious that they were rapidly changing sides. I had been set up but good. The hotel reported that I had checked in alone and prepaid for the week, not letting housekeeping in. Carolyn's mother said she had heard from her daughter several times in the last couple weeks and that she was in hiding because I had turned alcoholic and abusive.
They found increasingly incriminating texts on my phone that made it look like she was a beating victim and I was a monster. Her work confirmed that had taken some emergency leave because of personal issues. My work was furious that I was 'no call, no show' and made it clear my job was on thin ice. Our bank account was significantly drained and most of our savings and investments were transferred. A call to my folks was nearly the final nail- they wanted nothing more to do with me after what I had done to poor Carolyn. I was dead to them.
As I was processing all of this in front of the officers, I mentioned Mr. Vancetti's name. That got the attention of the older officer. "What do you have to do with Mr. Vancetti?" When I told him I did not know the man, he asked if I had ever heard of someone named 'Johnny Lucky'. That was a name that I had heard of. One of those rich guys that pops up on the news every so often, well known as a gambler and playboy, and rumored to be 'connected' to a big crime family.
I told them what I could remember of my captors mentioning him. The cop told me that Mr. Vancetti was indeed Johnny Lucky and that if I crossed him, the smartest thing I could do would be to run far away. The officers closed their books and left. I had a distinct sense that this would go no further as far as they were concerned.
In short order, I got the bill and a request to vacate from the hotel, discovered my car was missing, and my credit rating was hurting. I got a car from a 'rent a wreck' agency and headed home. All of Carolyn's things, and a few other things of value were missing, and some of my favorite stuff had been trashed. I suspect it was her that took a dump on a pile of my clothes. I bagged it up for disposal with my last energy and went to bed in the guest room- the master bedroom was not fit for humans at the moment.
The next few days were a whirlwind. The first hurdle was getting work back on track. I had a good boss and I told him the absolute truth as I knew it. He put me on probation. If I kept my nose clean for a month, everything would be OK. We sent around a cover story of an unexpected hospitalization in the city. I also negotiated some time off to try to find Carolyn and get things back to some semblance of normal.
My best friend, Steve, was a godsend. He listened to my story, asked some smart questions, then just dove into the messes in the house at my side. As we worked, we created a basic action plan. When Sue, Carolyn's best friend, showed up to scream at me, Steve was there to help things from getting uglier. When I discovered that Carolyn had utterly trashed me on Facebook, Steve helped me do some damage control and delete my account.
We developed a multi-prong plan. One part was to try to restore what we could of my life- my job, the bank, my credit, the house, etc. Another part was to try to do some damage control or fix what parts of her life got screwed up with her abrupt departure- after all, I was hoping to rescue her and get things back on track. That was pretty hard- she had done pretty much a 'scorched ground' assault and they had a lot of staged photos from when I was out that did not help. Fortunately, most of the photos were poorly taken, and a few of them brought up the question of who had taken it? Finally, the most important prong, to me, was to try to find and rescue Carolyn.
Things moved along for a while. I got Carolyn's family to stop spitting at me even if they did not forgive me, my credit was doing OK and I got some of my money back from the bank. Work was going well enough that I wasn't walking on eggshells any more and some of my co-workers were even helping me with some of my personal projects.
Occasionally something would happen that put me in a tailspin. I got a few anonymous texts or emails that would send me crying to my room. The most common showed the new Carolyn sucking cocks of men that did not show their heads. A few were videos of her wildly fucking faceless men, sometimes in her ass. One showed her in a fetish maid costume serving a masked man, doing any depraved thing he asked- such as sucking his toes or asshole with a moaning fervor, clearly relishing the opportunity to serve.
These always tore me up, which is what I assumed their goal was. I felt the need to watch them 'to look for clues' and tried to not think about how hard I sometimes jerked off afterwards. One of the more typical and 'mild' flicks showed Carolyn or Cindy walking into a room, white stuff dripping from her mouth and clean-shaven vagina and walking up to a well-endowed man on the edge of a bed, his head out of the frame. Cindy would wave at the camera and smile, letting more cum dribble onto her firm tits. She turned to look at the man's cock, then exploded! She grabbed it like it was her only purpose in life, stroking and licking it as if born to the task. She would nuzzle it on her cheek and smile at the camera with a lusty gleam in her eye before she slipped her mouth over the tip and s-l-o-w-l-y slid it into her mouth. This would turn her on so much she would reach between her legs and diddle herself. She would speed up her fingers or mouth, orchestrating the eventual climax. Her hips would twitch and churn, her big tits bounce in rhythm, and she would toss her hair as she came while swallowing his cum.
Other things that happened included delightful little treats like notes from creditors I never heard of making big-time threats. Carolyn may be going by Cindy most of the time but she seemed perfectly capable of signing credit card slips with her real name. I got a penis enlarging pump in the mail with a note in her handwriting saying she hoped it helped, and a copy of the charge slip to our account. Semen covered panties or filled condoms were other favorite things of hers to send me, sometimes with red-hot stories of how they got that way and accompanying photos. It was heartbreakingly evil, but most of this faded over the course of a couple months.
I tried to follow every clue I could. Visits to places she bought stuff usually turned up an employee that vividly remembered the hot blonde- some had especially clear memories of the blow jobs or other sexual favors she did for them. Apparently it got back to her that I was doing this because she started to leave taunting little notes at the stores, like the one at a sex store that had a coupon in it for a fake vagina. Of course she included a close up of her own for comparison.
I was nearing the end of my rope when I got a flyer in the mail- an ad from a strip club in the city for their headline dancer, 'Sinnndi!'. It took a minute to see Cindy under the make-up and hairdo, and even longer to see any remaining signs of Carolyn in the amazingly lush, vibrantly sexy woman in the ad. Scrawled on the back was a note- 'Meet me here, alone, at 9:00pm on Saturday." It was signed 'Johnny'.
8:30 Saturday night and I was finding a seat in the surprisingly pleasant club. A suited man patted me down, helped me to a table in a back corner and told me to wait, then collected my cell phone. Another man was standing guard nearby, turned so he could watch me and the room in general. I had told Steve what was going on, and he had a report outlining everything we could think of so if anything went wrong, he could contact the authorities, but that was not much of a safety net.
A man joined me. He was a pretty bland-looking guy with a Bluetooth earpiece. "Call me Tom. Mr. Vancetti will not be here tonight but anything you tell me, he will hear, and anything I say after this will be his words, as far as you know." He gestured at the earpiece. He did not offer his hand.
"Thank you for meeting with me, Tom. I... I'm not sure what is going on, but all I want is Carolyn back."
Tom looked at me neutrally. "What about the rest of your life? Your money, your reputation, your family and friends?"
"Without Carolyn, none of the rest of that means anything to me." Tom nodded, then listened to the earpiece. He nodded again and began to speak.
"Again, Tom is repeating exactly what I say to him. Because I believe you, I am going to be very frank with you. You will understand that this puts you at risk should you betray my trust. I'm afraid you are a rather innocent victim of mistaken identity." Tom started. "One of my men told me that a man who had stolen from me and then vanished had turned up. I had another man get eyes on you and he confirmed that you were who we were looking for. I was angry enough that I told them to implement a rather nasty plan designed to destroy my enemies.
"The good news for you, I guess, is that the person in charge of the plan got soft, and that Cindy's programming was not as solid as I had been promised. They pulled their punches. Your house was to have been burned, your job and finances totalled, social media and relationships utterly decimated. While I could not blame Cindy, I'm afraid I did deal rather harshly with my lieutenant.
"It took a while but I eventually cooled off. Having the sexy, willing, and very submissive Cindy around helped me calm down and I felt quite vindicated, taking something so precious from you and twisting it like this. Then I got curious and began to ask Cindy about you and why you had betrayed me.
"That was when it came out that you were not who we thought you were. For a while, we just laughed. What a great cosmic joke. Some poor innocent schmoo and we screwed him over royally. Even Cindy thought it was hilarious.
"I'm sure you've heard a lot of things about me, but I am not really a monster. My sense of morality may be damaged, but it soon became clear to me that I had to at least try to fix this. I tried to do a few things at your job and the bank behind the scenes, and I hope some of my efforts helped. But it was not enough. Had you answered Tom differently, I would have written you a large check and directed some of my staff to help you rebuild your life.
"But here's the rub. The processes we used on Cindy were developed by various business affiliates of mine. They had never tried to use so many so rapidly on one person, although my cousin did something somewhat similar to toy with the wife of a man who could not cover a bet in a card game. Anyway, the long and short of it is that it is probably not possible to restore Carolyn to any real semblance of who she was. We tried a few small tests, and actually made things worse- hence her new part-time job here. In fact..."
Apparently they were watching the time. The redhead on the stage took her bows and left as the lights and music changed. The announcer went through some spiel about how lucky we were to be here tonight and such. "Now, our star performer, the incredible, the amazing, the SEXY Sinnnndiiiii!" The music shifted to a throbbing techno beat as Sinnndi came out in a reflective foil-like catsuit. She marched herself around the edges of the stage with dominating steps, shaking her long hair and jiggly ass at the men howling at the edges. She slinked to the pole and began to slide herself along it, then peeled a patch of silvery material off her to reveal the high curve of her left hip.
Tom resumed speaking to me. "We'll let her have her little show, then we can speak some more. Wait here." He stepped into a back room.
Sinnndi kept up her athletic but sexy routine, occasionally making love to the pole, sometimes simulating sex with the audience, sometimes just sliding her hands around herself like she was her own lover. She kept peeling off pieces of the material and tossing most of them in the audience. Soon she was down to a metallic one-piece swimsuit-like outfit and knee-high boots. She peeled the suit down to reveal a very well-filled bra-like top and skimpy silver panties. She teased us with the bra, whipping the men into a frenzy before she turned her back, dropped the bra, and turned back to us with her arm over her nipples.
She kept this sort of thing up long enough that I am sure some guys ejaculated out of the sheer excitement of it all. Once she was totally naked, she danced some more, leaving shimmering juices smeared on the pole before she took her leave to a standing ovation and with what was probably hundreds of dollars in tips.
As instructed, I remained at the table, not sure what to do next. I was stunned when Sinndi, or Cindy, or Carolyn came up from behind me a few minutes later, slid her arm on my shoulder, and asked "Mind if I join you, hot stuff?" I stammered something, and she sat down. She was wearing glitter, a towel over her shoulders, and a short robe. She smelled of sweat and sex, and something floral- I would have sworn it was Carolyn's favorite fragrance- White Linen. Somehow that really threw me for a loop.
