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Chapter 1:
Entrapment.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This section of the story should be considered unfinished at the moment. I've
outlined the basic plot the but the writing is extremely choppy. Suggestion is
still welcomed, so long as you take into account the fact that it's an outline,
not a finished product. Chapter 2 is better and more or less "done"
but still needs polish.
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Lisa hung up the
phone and checked her watch. Five more minutes and she'd be out of here.
Lisa was a career
woman in her late thirties. She had a husband, three boys, a large house and
was working her way up the corporate ladder. Blond, respectable body,
enthusiastic, SUV - typical soccer mom.
Her husband Mark
was older, already working on his 40s, and a senior mid-level manager at a
successful marketing firm. Greying black hair, perfect teeth, deeply religious.
The perfect husband, the perfect family - the perfect life.
And that's where
I came in. I worked for Lisa's company about a year back and took a shine to
her. She wasn't really pretty in the sense that she stood out. Her body was
good, yeah, but it's not what really drove me to her. Occasionally I'd imagine
grabbing one of her breasts and how it would be just a bit floppy and how it
would have a sort of marbled look on the skin of it. What really made me crave
her was her life, her pride. It was all so perfect and I just wanted to utterly
ruin it for her.
After leaving her
company, I specifically sought out Mark's. I had to apply several times and lie
about my degree, but luckily marketing is mostly about bullshit and it's one of
those companies where persistence pays off. I sought out Mark, going so far as to have joined his
denomination of church beforehand. I provided him with some really good leads
and endeared myself to him. I shared his opinions with just enough variance to
be interesting. Over a period of about six months he began to see himself as my
mentor in the company, as well as a close friend.
Let me explain
something about Mark. He came from an old morals family and was deeply
religious. "Conservative Chrisitan" about sums the guy up, although
unlike most of the people in this country who present themselves as being so,
he actually lives the life.
I began to start
a campaign to slowly eat up his time outside the office, inviting him bowling
and inventing minor life crises to get him to spend more time with me. I also
began to bug his phonecalls and install some spying programs on his office computer
- the guy was a marketing wonk, but utterly clueless about computers. He
woudln't even use the internet without someone there to stand over his shoulder
telling him what to do.
About two months
into this I started noticing signs Lisa was getting jealous. The next week,
Mark had an important meeting. Right beforehand, I swiped his cell and turned
it off. Panicking that he coudln't find it, I suggested he may have left it in
the car. Nodding, he handed me his keys and went into the meeting. That hour
gave me plenty of time to get to the corner shop to get copies of all his keys
done. Next day, I took a sick day and went through packets of old photos until
I found some dusty old ones from her college days, before she met mark. I
picked out some ones with strange angles and expressions that looked
"candid" and woudln't be missed.
I took the photo
back to my place and began my work. After a week's worth of evenings I finally
had a photomanipulation that would be very difficult to detect even by an experienced
person. I took them into the office late one night and with some special card
stock and the high-quality printer there smiled as I watched some very
convincing photographs roll off the press of dear, sweet, conservative Lisa
doing horrid things. I had her sucking and jacking off a racially diverse
assortment of men and even threw a couple of her with a dog. Don't ask me where
I found the source for those. I made some copies and put them in a safe place.
They were good,
but not enough on their own. Mark was dumb and wouldn't be able to stop even a
bad photoshop, but had a lot of faith in his wife. I considered trying to bribe
a policeman to put some misdemeanors on her record, public urination and a DUI
or something, perhaps. In the end, I decided that was too risky. I settled for
waiting. Her own jealousy would eventually create a conflict between them which
would be what I needed to sow the seeds of doubt.
My big chance
came a month and a half later. Mark and I had had a great night of bowling,
winning a few bucks on a well-fought impromptu match. I even felt sorry for the
guy thinking about him, we had bonded so much. Oh well. As we're laughing and
turning in our shoes, his cell rings. It's Lisa's ringtone. After a few moments
of her speaking, I can tell she starts yelling. I can't tell what it's about,
but he tries to interject several times and she keeps cutting him off. I can
tell he's starting to get really pissed off, and starts in on her again when
she hangs up the phone. I'd sort of wandered off and was watching some other
people finish up their bowling as a coutesy signal that I was pretending not to
listen. I turned around to see him shaking his head and muttering to himself as
he turned off the phone and put it back.
Bingo. I was in.
Mark had a business trip next week. This was just perfect. I could not wait.
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