Chapter 6: The Power Shifts
Over breakfast, we both knew, there were some bills that needed to be paid with her and her two friends.
Julie and I dried each other off, dressed, and headed into the dining room. Rachel and Sherry were there, dressed in t-shirts, Daisy Dukes and heels, as was Julie. They had actually prepared a nice breakfast/dinner -- steak with mashed potatoes and green beans. The steak on my plate had already been cut into bite-sized pieces. There was a sealed bottle of orange Gatorade at my place as well, as if the sisters wanted to prove that they weren't trying to drug me again. The girls were all eating salad, so there were no knives anywhere. They were taking no chances of me getting hold of a weapon.
The food was very good. ANY food probably would've tasted good, considering I hadn't really eaten a meal in almost 24 hours. I slowly chewed and savored each bite.
Despite the nice meal, there was a distinct lack of
bonhomie
at the table. I sat at the head, surveying the scene. Nobody spoke. Julie sat to my left, glaring fiercely across the table at the two sisters. Sherry, to my right, returned her angry stares. Rachel sat, looking petulant, as if someone had killed her new puppy. Each had a reason to be angry at the others. Sherry had entangled her friend and her sister in her sick fantasy. Julie had spoiled Sherry's game. Rachel had had her new toy taken away from her. Both of the sisters were mad at Julie because she'd gotten an extra sex session from me that they hadn't.
It was left to me to break the silence. I felt nothing but seething hatred for the two sisters, only a modicum of sympathy for Julie whom I'd just fucked -- no, made love to -- in the shower nearly an hour earlier. "Go ahead and paint yourselves as Julie's victims if it makes you two feel better. Keep in mind, girls, there's only one victim here -- ME. And now we're going to figure out a way that you're going to pay for your little prank!"
Sherry looked concerned. "You're not going to go to the police with this, are you, Mike?"
I shook my head. "Probably not. Who would believe such a crazy story? What am I going to tell them? 'Excuse me, but three hot girls I've known since we were kids drugged me, tied me up, and spent all night giving me sex and blowjobs against my will.' Somebody's bound to say, 'You and three hot girls? Sex? Blowjobs? I'm kind of missing the bad part here.'
"I supposed I
could
come back in a day or two with a few of
my
friends, follow Sherry and Rachel into the building and then do to you what was done to me... but I'm not that sick or that callous. As I said, I would never wish a rape on anybody. I've got a feeling that Rachel would probably
enjoy
a gang-bang. But I
do
want to do something that
will
go on hurting... at least in your heads. I want to make sure you
never
forget what you all did."
I paused. "Wait a minute. I have an idea. Rachel, please get me some lined paper and a pen."
She looked at me, confused, as if I had no right to make such an appeal. This time I lowered my voice into a more menacing tone. "I'm not going to ask you again nicely. You spent all night making demands of me and making me feel like shit. It's my turn now. MOVE IT, Rachel!!!!" She quickly jumped up from her chair, ran into her room, and in no time returned with paper and pen.
The three girls glanced at each other nervously as I spent about ten minutes in silence, writing. I read over what I'd written, reviewed, corrected, initialed, and then finally signed the bottom. I then addressed them:
"What I've written here is a narrative of everything that happened, starting with the moment Sherry met me on the street yesterday afternoon and leading up to me waking up this morning untied. Each of you is going to read this over, but without making any corrections to it. You're then going to sign it. I'm going to put this in my pocket, walk out of here and put this someplace where only I know where it is." The girls gave each other sick looks. Julie, obviously the most remorseful, hung her head in shame.
