"Should I drive," Charlene asked him, "and you can get a ride home?" She looked at him, and he knew why she was asking the question.
"No, I'm fine," he said.
After the wives left, the other husbands ordered more drinks, and they began getting frisky with the assistants. The two boyfriends didn't seem to care because they saw that their girlfriends were getting horny and figured they'd be the beneficiaries later. As the booze flowed, the assistant who came stag latched onto Jess as her temporary date.
She began flirting and touching him. He tried to push her away, but when she saw that she had made his pants rise, she kept after him. She told him a couple of times that it wasn't fair that he wasn't doing shots with her. He decided to have one, and then the walls came down.
He didn't remember much afterwards, but he recalled entwining with her in the back of the company box while the others were in the window seats. Their hands were all over each other, and he was sure everyone heard her loud orgasm as he fingered her. She wouldn't be satisfied until her hand job made him come on his pants. It was a good thing the pants were dark. He went down the hall to the john and washed himself off, then had trouble finding the box again. She wanted him to take her home, but he made sure she got a ride with one of the others.
Once again, he had no idea how he got home, but he remembered being scared when he staggered in from the garage. And after a few bumps, he again dropped to his hands and knees and began crawling. He tried to concentrate with all his might, but he was so tired and drunk that even the first stair was too much for him. He fell into a heap in front of the staircase and hit his head on one of the steps. Before he fell asleep, he saw a light go on upstairs.
When he woke, it was light, and everything seemed strange. He was lying on his stomach on some kind of plastic sheet, and he was naked. All around him were heavy ropes. They weren't tied to him, but he could feel them touching his body.
A moment later, he realized what had woken him. It was something being inserted into his ass. He tried to move away from whatever it was, and that's when he realized his hands were trapped in something that was wrapped around both wrists.
He was able to scoot forward, and the thing in his ass came out, but when he tried to stand up, he couldn't get further than a squat before being stopped by the heavy ropes. They were like a cage and kept him from getting up. They were loosely woven together, and he could have pulled them apart and gotten out, but whatever was around his wrists prevented him from doing that.
He squatted for a while, and when that became tiring, he dropped to his hands and knees. Then he heard Charlene's voice behind him.
"Stay like that, Jess," she said.
He moved so he could see her. The rope net allowed him to move, but not enough to turn around. When he twisted his body, he saw her behind him. She was inside the ropes too and also naked.
"What's going on, Charlene?" he asked. "What did you put on my wrists?"
"Those are restraints," she said. "They're like handcuffs, but they won't bruise you. You're busted and in my custody. Just thank your lucky stars that I put the cuffs on before the police did. You're not going to prison."
"Okay, Charlene," he said. "I get it. Now let me out of here."
"Not yet," she said. "First say hello to Irene. Look to your left. She's the one kneeling on the floor with the video camera. She's going to be filming you taking your medicine this morning. See this can of Crisco outside the ropes? I was stuffing it into your ass, and she was filming, waiting for you to wake up. I got nearly a third of the can inside you before you finally came to life.
"What the hell! What are you doing?"
"Let me explain," she said. As she spoke, she sounded like a teacher telling first graders why they had to put on their rubber boots before they went out in the rain.
"When I woke up and saw you passed out in the hallway upstairs a few months ago, I realized that you weren't going to be able to cure your drinking problem by yourself. Even when you held out for months, you always had a relapse. So I started working on your medicine.
"I worked hard to get this ready, and I finished last week. I didn't think the right time to do it would come so soon, but I knew that I'd have to give you this medicine eventually. By the way, did you know you had come stains on your pants?"
"I am so ashamed of that, Charlene," he said. "Will you ever forgive me? Are you going to leave me?"
"I told you before that I'll never leave you unless you tell me to go. You better see a doctor this week to check for STDs if you didn't use a rubber."
"It wasn't like that. She just used her hands."
"Good. Anyway, you're forgiven, because cheating is not your problem. Alcohol is. Whatever you did, I know you wouldn't have done it if you hadn't been drunk."
"That's right," he said, "and you know what, Charlene, I'm going to call a therapist the first thing tomorrow morning. You were right. I need counseling to get through this. My pride is gone. I admit you're right, and I'm going to do what you say. Now let me out of here."
"I'm so happy to hear that," Charlene said. "I'm going to help you follow through on what you just told me, and I know you keep your promises. My cure is going to speed up the process. The therapy sessions will be a snap after today."
"No, Charlene," he said. "This is not the way to do it. I'm the one who needs to do this, not you. Now let me out of here."
"Not yet, Jess," she said. "Part of your problem has been that you've insisted on being in charge. You're still doing that, but I'm not listening anymore. Tomorrow, you'll take ownership of your problem, but for today, I'm in charge, and you're going to take your medicine."
"But whatever you've planned, I'm not going along with it," he said. "You're not going to accomplish anything."
"We'll see," she said. "You gave me permission to force you to take the medicine. I have that in writing. It may be hard, but I hope you remember I'm doing this because I love you and I'm committed to you. Otherwise, I would have packed up after last night.
"Now you need to listen to me or else we're going to be here all day. You helped me think up this cure. The first time you came home and crawled, I was shocked. You couldn't even stand up like a man anymore. Your drinking was turning you into a lower species of animal. Some day you might not even be able to crawl. You'd have to move on your belly like a snake. You were like evolution going backwards.
"All these crazy thoughts ended up helping me devise your medicine. Today you're going to crawl like an animal for the last time. Irene will film everything. As you've already found out, my rope tunnel is anchored, so it will give a little, but not enough to let you stand up.
"You can squat, but I'm right behind you, and you won't squat for long, because it's easy for me to give you a little push and topple you forward. With those cuffs keeping your arms in front of you, there's not much you can do except start crawling on your hands and knees. The rope tunnel is in a circle and goes around our living room. Think of it as a horizontal hamster wheel. When you're drunk, your brain shrinks to the size of a hamster's. It's time to start crawling now, so get going, Jess."
"No, I'm not," he said. "I'm tired, and I'm just going to stretch out here under your ropes and rest until you come to your senses."
"I don't think so," she said. "I explained how the crawling was supposed to remind you how low you've sunk. There's another part. This will remind you why you don't want to go to prison for killing someone while driving drunk."
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"I just put a finger into your ass," she said. "It went in easily because of all the Crisco. When you're in prison, you need to be lubed up and ready at all times, because there will be lots of guys who are bigger than you. Do you feel my second finger?"
"Stop it!" he yelled. "That's sick."
"I'm just getting you used to it," she said. "In prison, you better try to keep moving, because two fingers can easily turn into three, like this. If you just keep on lying there, you're going to make it easy for your cellmate.
"Oh, I see you changed your mind, and you're in a hurry now. You've turned into a hamster. Yes, crawl as fast as you can. I'm right behind you. Why are you stopping?"
"You didn't take your fingers out," he said.
"That's right," she said, "just like in prison. The fingers are staying in there, and you can feel how I'm moving them around inside you as well as going in and out. They're sliding through the Crisco. This is much easier than last night, when I had to give you two enemas and a shower while you were dead weight."
"I also had to clean where you threw up. But I wanted you all shiny and sparkling for Irene's video. I think your insides are totally empty now. You're probably hungry. After we're done, I'll fix you a big breakfast."
Jess stopped while she was talking, and now Charlene noticed.
"You need to start moving. Because if you're not crawling, it's easier for me to put fingers in you, like this. Oh, that fourth one really got you going, so I'll have to talk while we crawl.
