The next day, I mentioned to Jennifer that I would like to go ahead and set a wedding date and get our plans moving. This was music to her ears, and all she did when she got off of work was to work on wedding plans.
As it turned out, Jenny planned to have a small get-together with her bridesmaids the following week. She decided to have four bridesmaids, Amber, Amy, Cassie, and her sister Debbie. Her mother was also coming to the get together. They were always close, however I was a little surprised that she would have her sister in the wedding since they hardly ever got along. As it turned out, her mother Margie and sister Debbie, were planning on coming down in two days and would stay until after the little party.
That evening, while Jenny was in the shower, I got Amy's phone number out of Jenny's cell phone directory. I made a copy of the already edited DVD of Amy and her last visit at our apartment and took it down to my vehicle. The next day was Monday so I had to go to work like always. I called Amber and told her that I needed her to clear her schedule after lunch until late that evening. I told her I would pick her up at a local restaurant where she could leave her car. She wanted to know why, but I refused to tell her, simply reminding her that she needed to cooperate.
I then called Amy and told her that I wanted to drive over to see her and talk about some things. I wanted to surprise Jenny at the get-together and I had some ideas and things to show her, etc. She was more than willing to accommodate my request, commenting on how nice it was that I was trying so hard to make Jenny happy.
I picked Amber up at the restaurant a little after noon and headed for Amy's house, two hours away. During the drive over, I explained to her what I wanted to do and wanted her to do. I pointed to the video camera on the backseat.
Since I didn't want Amy to know Amber was with me, I had her get in the backseat and lie down when we turned into Amy's neighborhood. Amy lived in a small brick house at the very end of a gravel drive, several hundred yards off the main road. She was in a neighborhood, however it hadn't grown all the way back to her house yet—for sale signs were everywhere in vacant lots on each side of the drive leading to her house.
I knocked on the door twice before it opened.
"Hi Joe," Amy said smiling, standing on her tip-toes to greet me with a warm hug. As she hugged me, her large breasts pressed into my lower chest.
"Good to see you Amy," I said as she led me into the house. She had on some blue "scrub" pants and a white t-shirt, both of which were two sizes too big—though the shirt still couldn't contain her huge tits.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked moving towards the kitchen before getting my answer.
"Water would be great," I replied. She got the water as I plopped down on the couch which was in front of what appeared to be about a 27 inch TV and a DVD/VCR combo unit. She brought me a glass of water before sitting down in a chair next to the couch.
"What do you have to talk about?" she asked very interested, "I'm sure it'll be great whatever you have. I'm surprised you came all the way out here to ask me about it."
"Well, you are one of her best friends and I felt that you should be let in on it before I told her," I replied without letting onto anything, "Does the DVD player work?"
"Actually, the DVD part on that player doesn't work," she replied, "The VCR function does though."
"I put some of the ideas on this DVD. Do you have another one?" I asked.
She hesitated a moment, "Yeah, I have one hooked up in my bedroom. Let's go in there."
As we went down the hallway to the bedroom, I looked to make sure the front door was unlocked so Amber could get inside. As we entered the bedroom, I noticed a tv almost the size as the one in the living room.
"I'll just go ahead and put it in," I said turning the unit on and placing the DVD in the holder. I grabbed the remote control before backing away to lean against the bed posts, just to the side of Amy, giving her an unobstructed view of the television.
Amy sat down on the edge of her bed. The TV was on the wall at the foot of her bed.
"Amy, I want you to watch the DVD until the end and then we'll talk about it," I told her firmly.
"Okay," she replied without noticing.
I pressed play and the video showed all three of us in the living room at my apartment. It also showed Jenny putting something into two drinks and then Amy and I drinking those drinks—that was a little bit of video doctoring genius on my part!
I watched Amy's face turn ghost white. The video progressed to her asking to fuck Jenny and asking to fuck me. She watched as Jenny told her everything to do (which of course I had told Jenny to do—but that was, incidentally edited out) and she then did it. The DVD finally ended. Though the screen was black, Amy still stared at it without saying a word.
After a moment I broke the silence, "Amy, I know that's not what you were expecting. But you had to know. Jenny laced our drinks. She raped you and had me rape you, though I didn't know it, and if that wasn't enough, she taped it all! I thought you deserved to know."
She looked up at me before bursting into tears. I sat on the bed next to her and wrapped my arms around her to comfort her.
"I can't believe that bitch did that!" she said angrily, making it the first time I've ever heard Amy curse, "I can't believe it! I got to report this to the police."
"Amy," I said pushing her back away from me enough to have her look into my eyes, "If you do that, you'll be in all the papers. The people at your work will find out. It'll be a double nightmare for you."
She began crying again, "What do I do!?! I must do something."
"You can. We are!" I replied.
She looked up at me again, "What?"
"Amy, I want you to help me get her back. But it's going to require you doing some things you may not want to do," I replied.
"I'll do anything to get her back," Amy replied with little conviction in her voice.
"If you want to get her back you must do what I tell you to do," I replied.
"What?" she asked.
"We are going to do the same thing to her, except we aren't going to be drugged and we aren't going to be so nice about it," I replied.
"You mean you want me to have sex with her again?" Amy replied shocked, "Absolutely not!"
"You won't be having sex with her, Amy," I replied, "You'll be getting even."
"Joe, I will not do that. That's sick," she replied.
"I thought you would say that Amy," I replied shaking my head, "Which is why I'm going to tell you that you have no choice."
"What?" she asked surprised by my tone change.
"You'll feel a lot better once you get her back. So, I'm not going to give you a choice. You will help me get her back," I replied.
"Joe, I want you to get out of my house right now!" she demanded, voice rising.
"Listen, Amy," I said calmly, "Listen to me good. If you throw me out of your house, I will mail a copy of another DVD that I edited to look like YOU came onto us to your job and your family. Do you want that?"
"I can't believe you would even think about doing that, much less threaten me with it!" she said crying.
"Amy, you will do what I tell you to do, when I tell you," I began, "Once we have gotten Jenny back, I will give you the DVD's to destroy. Deal?"
She was speechless.
"Amy? If you don't agree, I will leave and tomorrow everyone you know will have a copy of our DVD. Do you really want that?"
"Of course not!" she replied angrily.
"Then what will it be?" I asked again.
She looked at me with fire in her eyes, seemingly ready to strangle me, "Fine. I will cooperate with you. But you swear to give me the DVD's after we get her back?"
"I swear Amy," I replied, "But you must acknowledge that I am helping you here. I want your gratitude."
She looked at me still angry, "I appreciate you trying to help me Joe, even if it is the wrong way to do it."
"That's not good enough Amy," I replied, "I hold your very future in the palm of my hand. If I mail those DVD's your life, as you know it, is ruined. I am also giving you an opportunity to get the person that made the DVD's back. You will treat me with respect and you will do whatever I want you to do until this is over."
"'Whatever you want me to do?'" she asked frowning slightly.
"That's right. As thanks to me for helping you get her back and for not mailing off the DVD's, you will do whatever I want you to, whenever I want you to do it," I continued, "I want you to go into your bathroom and fix your face back. Put on a little makeup. When you come out of the bathroom, I want you to stand in front of me."
Several minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened. She exited and came over to stand in front of me. My eyes, from the time she exited the bathroom, walked up and down her body without any attempts to hide that fact. "Wwwhat do you want now?" she asked immediately nervous.
"Have you ever let a guy touch you before Amy?" I asked as I slowly moved my hand down her arm, sensually.
"Nnnnoo, No," she stuttered slightly.
"Well, other than on the video, huh?" I corrected her, reminding her that it was indeed her on the DVD we had just watched.
"I don't even remember all of that. I had no control over it," she began defending herself before I cut her off.
"I understand. So, other than that video, you have never had a guy even touch you," I asked again.
"No. I've never had a boyfriend," she replied.
