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.
