The second girl on the video from the Bikers shop was called Janice. She was more difficult to find since she had moved a few times and forgotten to leave a forwarding address. She was however getting social benefits, so I managed to find her that way. She only lived a couple of miles from where I lived but in a very bad neighborhood.
I had planned the same approach as with Jennifer, but it turned out a little different. Firstly, I kept the place under observation a few days which was very boring since she hardly did anything. When she left her flat it was usually in a sweater with a hood and usually down to get some cheap wine or beers. She did dress up a little when she visited her parents that lived in Bronx. I finally just had to get the meeting started and see how the situation ended.
When I knocked on the door, she just yelled, "Go away, I am not interested."
We repeated this a couple of times until I finally called, "Police, open up or we will do it for you."
She opened the door a little and asked what we wanted.
I introduced myself and explained that there were some loose ends in the investigation and whether I could come in or she would prefer to come to the station. She opened the door wider and I stepped into a studio flat overflooded with things. There was only room to sit in one chair at the dinner table and one end of the couch in front of the telly.
I started by asking questions about her situation since the Biker story. She had gotten away with a small fine for possession but had not had any job since so was now living of social benefits and some help from her parents. She looked terrible, unwashed with no makeup and clothes that needed an incinerator more than a laundromat.
I was a little bewildered. What should I use this creature for? What would I want to do with her? But I remembered her from the shop as a very pretty girl, so I decided to give it a go.
I started showing her the video from the shop and she literally fell on her ass on the floor. She turned on her side and started crying violently.
"I knew it would come out some day -- I knew it -- I knew it" I could hear her say. "They will kill me -- rape me -- torture me..." she sobbed.
"Who?" I asked surprised.
"You don't know how it is in women's prisons," she almost screamed, "It is better to die. They beat the new and make them slaves for the strong ones."
"But you will only be new the first couple of years. The following thirty-eight you will be one of the older girls!" I tried to humour her.
She stared at me with open mouth. Gasped for air a couple of times but said nothing for a long time.
"I thought the investigation was over. Why is this coming now?" She whispered.
"It is my investigation -- only for me. But I can share it with the press and the feds if I like." I said and looked at her. It took a moment before what I had said registered in her brain.
"Nooooo..." She said and grabbed the legs of my trousers, "I cannot go to jail. It will kill my parents -- and I can't survive such a place"
Then I had to explain to her about all my life insurances and the possibility to involve Mean Mike in case of her disappearing or dying. In that case Mean Mike would be instructed to kill one of her parents -- in front of the other.
Janice had by now curled up into a baby's position but still balancing on her feet. She was rocking back and forward while saying no, as if that would make me and the situation go away. After some time, the situation finally was absorbed in her brain and she changed her tune.
"I will do anything you want -- anything -- anything," she muttered. "Please leave my parents out of this. I will do anything you want," she repeated.
We looked at each other for a while.
" What do you want?" she said, "I can make you very happy..." she said and laid her hand on my inner thigh.
"You will -- but for now you have to pull yourself together." I said, "I will be back in one week and your task 'til then will be to straighten out this place, yourself and get a job. I will bring a test from the police for drugs and if positive you will spend the rest of your life licking somebody's cunt. Understood? If I do not find you pleasing, I will let you go -- to prison."
She opened her mouth a couple of times before she finally mumbled, "Yes sir."
I left it at that and went home wondering what to do. I could not just let her off the hook because of drug abuse. Then the other two would be on meth the day after. I had to get her back to her old self.
One week later I was back and not less skeptical. I hoped she at least had washed up a little and would pretend to be clean. But she surprised me.
"Good evening sir." She greeted me at the door.
She was a completely makeover. Looking like a gorgeous secretary in high heels, black nylon stockings, grey long tight skirt, white shirt unbuttoned half the way down and a smart grey short jacket over that. She had a perfect makeup with brown/red lipstick and her hair braided into a long ponytail. The skirt and jacket did not manage to conceal that she had a perfect body with a full ass, large breasts and a very beautiful face.
When I entered the studio, it was also unrecognizable. It was very minimalistic with a small bed, two comfortable chairs, a couch and a dinner table. However, in the corner was a pile of other furniture and other things piled up and covered by a white sheet.
"I did not manage to get to the dump with all this extra rubbish, but I will -- soon -- I promise." she said as she hurried over to the tiny area that was supposed to be a kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a white wine and poured it generously into two wine glasses.
"Please." she said and handed me one.
"Cheers. You have surprised me. How do you feel about the change?" I asked.
"Great, I have been so busy, but it has been so good for me. I hope it is to your satisfaction. I am sorry about the mess." she pointed towards the pile under the white sheet, "But I have no car and they charge a fortune to come and pick it up. But I have gotten a job!" she almost whined, "At the diner just a block away. Its only twenty-four hours per week but it will increase when tourist season starts next month."
"Wow," I said. "You have made some changes". I sounded surprised and happy to let her know I was pleased with her.
"Yes, I have not been feeling well since the mess with the bikers. I have let things go. Now, I feel better and as I promised I can make you feel much better." She moved over and pulled me close. She was very tall. In those heels she was taller than me.
We kissed and I let my hand down her spin and feel her buttocks. What an amazing creature.
"Let's have a talk first." I said and thought I could see a little disappointment in her eyes.
"OK, I have a mixed salad if you are interested, I wanted to buy a steak for you, but I am not getting paid for another two weeks so it's a cheap salad." she said and walked towards the fridge.
"Sure, thank you." I said.
I pulled out a bottle of red wine from my bag and sat it on top of her fridge. "For some other time, your white wine is excellent."
We sat at the dinner table across from each other. I started by asking about her childhood and youth. She was a little reluctant at first but then got talkative as the wine bottle disappeared. She grew up in Bronx and as Jennifer as the pretty girl routine with cheerleading, basketball, volleyball and pageant competitions. She had an older brother with whom they had very little contact. When I started to dig further into why her brother had lost touch, she became very elusive. I had to remind her that I owned her and everything I wanted she would give me. Even if he fucked her in the ass I would want to know. This caused her to stop a while and look down in her salad bowl.
It turned out that he had done everything but fuck her ass. He was four years older and had a bad time in school. He started hanging out with the wrong kids in high school and when Janice in Junior High started to develop into a woman, he got very interested. At first it was just fondling her breasts but when she became freshman, he forced her to give him blowjobs when he was watching porn. It developed one night when her parents were out where he completed a full rape.
He had however beaten her so much that her parents could see what had happened and the story was out. Her mother had insisted on the police, so the brother spent some time at a youth correction center and then a year on medication to control his porn addiction. But the story was out, and everybody treated her as a slut who had brought this on herself. Even her parents were after her if she wore revealing clothes or was out late at night.
She mostly had boyfriends that picked her for her sexual reputation and when they had gotten what they wanted, they dumped her again. She moved school twice, but the stories followed so she had the same experience. After graduation she had gotten a waiter job and gotten involved with the biker group. She had been girlfriend with three different guys in her few months as a biker bitch.
She was also fined for holding a small number of drugs for herself. But she had been expecting every day that somebody like me would appear and take her in for the torture and murder of Jake. She finally had concluded that because he was dirty cop the police had decided not to go deeper into that aspect of the big case. But she felt guilty event though she felt pushed by the bikers to participate in the beating.
With that I pulled out my camera and explained about my photography interest and that I wanted her to model as I asked her to pose and with whatever outfit or none that I decided.
She just said, "Cool, can I have some prints?"
We started and I began with full figures in her stunning outfit. Then I had her open the shirt and do different poses like that, then without a bra but with a shirt and on and so on. I only had brought a small external flash so it was not ideal but from what I saw it looked like the camera loved her.
