I sent the text final text message, "He can't know you're coming."
Placing my phone on the coffee table in front of my I looked around the table at the other three people in the room.
Sitting in the chair to the left of me was the woman I thought I knew the most but what I saw yesterday had me questioning if that was true. She was beautiful with her straight, shoulder length, champagne blonde hair. Her body was perfectly proportioned with her breasts large enough to be noticed but not too big to distract from her overall look. It was a body that girls ten years younger than her twenty eight would die for. To be put simply, she could be a model or a film star with her looks. I guess she kind of is. Part of why I'm not sure I know her anymore is that for over a year now she has been making porn videos and having sex with random men under the orders of three bastards that I wanted revenge on - my boss, her boss and a low life pimp that her niece had a run in with.
Between us and sharing the couch with me was the niece - Sharon. At nineteen, Sharon was just as beautiful as my wife but in a smaller and younger package. At five foot three inches in height, she was slightly below average in height. She had collarbone length wavy sandy blonde hair that framed her round face with it's sparkling hazel eyes. Her slender body was perfectly proportioned for a twelve year old and thus she struggled a little with her own self esteem. She'd blossomed when dating William and his cheating with prostitutes had crushed her. It was part of where her anger came from when she'd tried to run him over - the thought he didn't want her body. I thought she was beautiful and the man that ended up with her would be the luckiest man the world.
On the other side of me in the final spot on the couch was the tallest lady in the room, at five foot ten in height she was just an inch behind me. Mary's long jet black hair with large barrel curls and side-swept bang framed her heart shaped face perfectly. Her green eyes shone brightly and betrayed her inner beauty and intelligence. She had the nice hourglass figure that was a little top heavy. She had by far the largest breasts of the women in the room but they looked good on her body. At thirty - the same age as me - she was starting over after finally giving her wayward and apparently gay husband the boot. It was him that had taken on the task of making sure the world - or at least our small part of it - knew of my wife's film career. Ripping off the pay site the videos were on to create a free to everyone site containing all her videos then sharing it with anyone and everyone he thought knew us and most likely just people he thought would get a thrill from it. He was a piece of work and forth on my list of revenge behind the originators of my pain. Mary had been the one to tell me about the videos and provide a place to sleep last night. Anonymous at first but she'd admitted to doing it last night.
That text message I just sent was part of a series that I'd sent to my boss' wife. I'd asked her to come to my house and that it was very important that she does but not to let him know she was coming. I didn't think that later would be a problem because he was likely at work right now but the warning told her I wanted to talk to her about him.
I was at a loss as to what to do until she got here. Small talk wasn't going to be possible with the situation and I had no interest in talking about anything but that with two of the three of them. Turned out it didn't matter. Someone started pounding on the front door and yelling, "Bitch! Get your arse out here now. You've got work to do!"
The colour drained from Gillian's face and she started to shake, whispering, "That's one of Dwayne's boys. He'll break in and drag me away if I don't go with him."
Some more of that resolve to hate her for what she'd done crumbled watching her. Yes, she'd admitted enjoying the sex on a very base level but it was still coerced and seeing her in this moment showed that. As did watching her climb to her feet and start walking toward the front door in defeat. Mary jumped up and pushed her back towards the chair she'd just vacated, "I've got this."
She walked to the door, her phone open with the police number dialed in ready to press send. We listened as she opened the door, "Gentlemen, I can assure you that I'm no bitch so kindly curb your language. Now, what can I do for you?"
"We want the bitch Gillian. Where is she at?" Dwayne's boy growled not put out by Mary's confident opening.
"Gillian is out with her husband at the doctors. Should I tell her you called? Mister?"
"Bullshit! That's her car."
"And his is missing. What's your point?"
"Fucking bullshit! Dwayne said he knew, he wouldn't have anything to do with the bitch. She's in there isn't she. Move out the fucking way now."
"Okay, I've just pressed the button. Look see." I wondered what she'd done, pushed the button?
"Fuck she's called the cops." So that's what she did. Don't mess with Mary.
"If you leave now I won't snap a picture to make it easy for them to find you. I'll just tell them two black men are at my door without an invite and threatening me. In fact that you are trying to force your way into my home."
"I heard that madam, can you tell me your address and a police car will be on it's way." Mary called them and turned on the speaker. I wonder if she did it for us, so we could hear or for them. So they knew the police were coming.
Mary told her our address then add, "Oh they are leaving now and in a hurry. I guess I'm going to be just fine."
"We will still need to dispatch a car now to check on you." The woman said before ending the call as Mary returned to her place on the couch. Sharon was beaming, Mary looked a little shaken and Gillian looked ready to puke. These bastards had done a real number on her. It pained me a little then I remembered the acknowledgement that she enjoyed the sex and that she didn't trust me enough to tell me about the trouble she was in.
Ten minutes later the police arrived at the door and invited themselves in to check that we were all okay and not there under duress before leaving. Leaving meant parking down the street for the next two hours. I guess they wanted to make sure we didn't get a repeat visit from Dwayne's "friends".