All people related to in this story are over the age of 18.
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'Good morning Paris,' Erin Verdose said as she answered the door to find Paris Ryder standing outside the door. 'I'm sorry but if you are looking for Keira then she's gone for the day. She's out with her father and won't be back until tea time. I can pass a message if you want,' she added.
Paris shuffled his feet uncertainly. 'Actually, it's you I wanted to speak with and I think that had best be done in private. Can I come in please?' he asked.
'Oh, well, yes, if that's what you want,' she replied surprised.
Paris knew the house and he walked through to the lounge room where the 90 inch screen TV was situated.
'I know this seems a little unusual but I have something to show you that you should see and I think you should sit down,' he said turning on the TV and closing the curtains making the room darker.
Erin started to feel distinctly uncomfortable as she sat.
Paris sat to her side so he could see her reaction.
The screen lit up, the first images of young people, some of whom Erin knew dancing, and partying.
'This is last Saturday, I'm the camera man' Paris noted quietly. Erin nodded her head in uneasy acknowledgement.
The picture opened with the well-known introductory tune and scenes from mission impossible. Then it cut to a picture of Mick Tarrant talking to Paris and two other boys. The camera zoomed to Mick who looked directly into the lens. 'Your mission, should you accept it, is to work this arrogant bitch over on Saturday night so I can fuck her. Everyone is over 18 so it's all legal if not above board.' The boys laughed as Mick threw some pictures on the table.
'Ooooh my god. How can you...? You can't possibly?' Erin cried in horror as she stared at Paris and recoiled in shock as she saw the heartless smile on his face. She could feel herself trembling as she turned to look at the TV screen.
The picture was at was later that evening at a party. 'There was a sound as the doorbell rang. The picture followed Mick Tarrant as he opened the door.'
Erin stiffened as she saw her daughter Keira and a couple of other girls at the entrance. Keira looked stunning; as she always did. Long brown hair hanging down the small of her back, one tuft bleached blond, her ID. She had a flower in her hair and, as seemed to be normal, a beaming smile on her pretty face.
'Woohoo,' she laughed raising her hands in the air as she stepped into the house. Erin, not for the first time, admired her daughter's beauty. The face a classical beauty, the body young, taught, full C cup breasts bouncing seductively, unencumbered by a bra as she wore a simple white blouse tied below her breasts. Bare midriff and skimpy red hipster mini-skirt. She had a stud belly button piercing, red open sandals and her matching red lipstick, finger and toe nails completed the stunning picture of youth, vitality and beauty.
Erin watched the screen as Paris started to zoom in on her cleavage. Then Keira's hand covered the screen and her laughter could be heard. 'hahaha, you wish, only in your dreams Paris,' she said bouncing past him and her ass was seen in full HD as Paris focussed on her tight derriere as she greeted her friends.
The screen cut to Mick Tarrant as he got Keira a drink. His face filled the screen, eyes wide, big grin as he showed the beer label; He'Brew 10%. 'For the girls,' he said to the camera and his laughter was joined by his pack mates Stan Ireland and Paul Poole.
The camera followed as Mick gave Keira and Kathy Williams the high alcohol beer. He turned to the camera and gave a thumbs up as they took their first drink, laughing and chatting with the guys.
Erin watched silently as the party continued. She was dismayed as she watched Keira and Kathy quickly succumb to the effects of the high alcohol content. Like a game, every time the boys got the girls another drink they lined up the empties as a scoreboard. Initially the girls were on a high, dancing, laughing and full of life and excitement and the boys fuelled their excitement. Then gradually their words became slurred and they were unsteady on their feet. The more intoxicated they became the more predatory the boys' behaviour. The boys operated as a pack, isolating the two girls as their behaviour increasingly became suggestive, the jokes increasingly crude and sexual.
At one point Erin turned and glared at Paris as on the screen Mick lined up the dozen bottles the girls had consumed, pushed his tongue out and mimicked giving oral sex.
'Bastards, are you proud of yourself? This is my daughter,' she spat at him.
His only response was to smile at her as she turned back to the screen.
She bit her lip as she watched the girls led down the slippery slope to helplessness. The clock went forward an hour.
'Piss, ooooh gottta have a piss Kath,' Keira said taking Kathy by the arm. The boys laughed as the girls staggered towards the toilet and it was all they could do to stay upright.
Erin fought back tears as she watched the girls stagger drunkenly to the toilet. Paris turned the camera back to the boys. 'Ok, they are fucking brain dead, now the fun starts. Did I not tell you that this is going to be a night to remember. Lambs to the slaughter; or prime pussy prepared just the way I like it, hot, tight and wet,' Mick said laughing directly into the camera. And so Erin watched in morbid fascination as the girls staggered out of the toilet.
Erin choked back a sob as she watched the boys guide the girls through the house to a casual room. The room was in semi darkness, just enough light for mood but at the same time allow Paris to clearly capture the activities. The room was built for numbers and had a variety of lounges with large, bed size cushions and a variety of small ones. Quickly the boys pulled all the cushions from the lounges, piled them in a circle on the floor. The girls lay on the large cushions; Mick beside Keira and Paul and Stan either side of Kathy.
Mick winked at the camera as Paris zoomed in on him, his smile lop sided and cynical. 'Ok,' he said. 'Let's get this party started,' he said and reached into a bag. Erin closed her eyes briefly as she saw Mick open a small tin. She knew a joint when she saw one. The boys each took one, laughing. Mick lit the joints and the boys sucked in.