Everything's Good.

 

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TOXIS

 

 

I knew it was going to be bad when two of the three detectives turned away from me when I walked in.   There was a television in the corner rolling static on the screen.   The one detective who would look at me asked me to sit.   I took the chair at the head of the table away from the TV.   Only the one sat down with me.

“Look, I’m sorry to have to say this but we need you to watch a video tape we just got.”   His name tag said “Ellison” and there was a coffee stain on his shirt down by the belt.   “It came in last night and it got to me this morning.  Maybe it’s her,  … you know, your fiancé but we need you to say so.”   I nodded; there wasn’t much else to do.   Detective Ellison nodded and one of his deaf mute playmates pushed the button on the VCR.  

There were a few seconds of black trailer, then the picture flipped wildly while the photographer took his time pointing the camera.   And then the videotape was running.   The TV had a shiny pair of black maryjanes, thick platforms with high heels.   The camera moved up and there were white socks that went over the knee; then came lots of bare thigh.   Finally there was a tiny, pleated plaid skirt that left the girl’s navel exposes, a glittery thing dangling there.   There was a white blouse tied up to show lots of midriff.   The way young girls fidget, hands plucking at her short skirt, feet in a constant little shuffle, hips in a tiny sway, I was watching a sexy teen tart until the camera showed her face.   There was too much makeup, and the twin pony tails were very high on the back of her head, but it was her.  I asked them to stop the tape and they did.

“The internet crime guys sent us this video.  It comes out of a link that goes to Russia.  We think she may not be in the country right now.”   I reached forward and took the styrofoam cup of water.   “See, our people have a back door into a channel these creeps use that runs next to their porn sites.   It’s like a separate extension line on your phone, and they use it to send videotapes like this, that show girls, you know, that they are training.   We think that they kidnap girls that they want and ship them out of the country, and somehow train them.   Then they send them back.”   I looked away, out the grimy window.   I could see the Brooklyn Bridge.  “We’re gonna keep right on looking for her, you know … for Jaclyn, and we’ll stay in touch.”  He offered me his hand and I shook it.  I tried to look him in the eye and he looked down.  The other two were busy watching the ceiling to make sure it didn’t suddenly collapse.   That’s when I knew; there were more tapes.  After I left, I realized that I hadn’t said a word.

*****

A couple of weeks passed and I’d get a call every Thursday, short and awkward.  Ellison would tell me that they were watching but there was no indication that Jaclyn would be in the country in the near future.   I came in one morning and took off my raincoat.  Ellison was squeezed into a seat in our lobby.   When he saw me see him, he got up and came over.  We shook hands and he took me by the elbow and led me to the elevators.   We were alone as we went up.  “You know we got more tapes, right?”   I told him I had figured that out at the first meeting.   He nodded, more to himself than me, like he was checking something off a list.   “Yeah, you’re right, we held some back.  And then there were more.   Like maybe seven now.   They seem to turn up every couple of days, sort of like a progress report, you know.   It’s like they are making sure everybody knows how far along your fiancé is.”  Ellison barked a laugh.  “Hell, even we know … you get what I mean.”   It must have been my face.   “No offense but it’s a fact.  We know and they know.   Your fiancé is changing and you need to get used to that.   When we get her back, she won’t be like she was.”   He tried to change the subject.  “Tell me about her.”

She was always a good girl.   Good looks, good in school, good in bed.   Looked good in clothes and no clothes.   Good sense of humor.   Everything was good or it had been – at least for her.   But now, not so much.   He nodded and made notes like what I said mattered but we both knew that it didn’t.   What I said was bullshit because we both knew the only thing that mattered to Jaclyn now was what her trainers said.   He offered me the tapes, a package in his hand and waited to see if I would take them.   I told him to stay in touch and asked the receptionist to hold my calls.   I closed my door and loaded the tape marked number one.

*****

“Daddy, please play with me … Daddy you know how much I want it … I want it all the time, Daddy.”   The nasty school girl was in a reverse cowboy, a huge black cock ramming up her ass.   You knew that she liked it because a big smile was plastered on her face.   Insatiably, she impaled herself, up and down, letting the thrust of her motion launch her perky breasts into wild jiggles.   Now she was settling down, letting the thick penis penetrate all the way in, then wiggling to make sure that she had it all.  “Daddy you’re so big  … I love it how big you are    Like you totally can fill my slutty teen ass with your big black cock.”   She was humping again, going up and nearly off only to slide back down.   Another tape.   The slutty teeny-bopper was in the backseat of a car, her ankles in the air, black maryjanes and white anklets.  Someone was pumping away into her.   He spasmed and then got off; the next guy got on and there was a line.   Whatever Jaclyn was saying was muffled by the guy in her mouth.  And then there was the lezzie girl in her racy lingerie, licking at another girl’s dripping pussy.   And the teen tramp leading the man down the alley for the quickie blowjob.   In the first tape, Jaclyn had looked afraid and awkward, like she didn’t fit in, like she didn’t know what to do.   I took the last tape out of the VCR.   Jaclyn in an “oreo” sandwich, screaming out fake orgasms for the camera.   She still looked afraid but she certainly wasn’t awkward any more and she knew exactly what to do.

*****

Ellison kept dancing around what he had come to say.   He had already told me that this tape was different but not how, just that it was different and that I might want not to look at it, which was okay, he said, but it was my decision but it was different.  Jaclyn was different but it was up to me.   He was talking about another case that had turned out okay.  They found the girl and she was getting help and it was okay and he was nodding to himself in that checklist way he has.  Then he gave my desk a little pat as if to say we were done and started to leave.   “One more thing, my people say that they think Jaclyn has been fully trained and they might send her back now.  If that’s right, we’ll be looking and when we get a lead, I’ll let you know.”   Jaclyn had disappeared a year ago.   I had two shelves of tapes.  I took the last one and told Ellison to call me when he had something to tell me.

*****

Jaclyn was still recognizable but nothing like what she used to be.   Some of the things that they had done to here were no surprise.   Her breasts were very big and very round, huge aureoles and nipples like thumbs, real eye catchers.   And they had done her face – new nose, now snubbed and upturned like a little girl, new lips full and pouting and some other things that I could tell had happened but not sure what or how.  She was a honey blonde in a bouncy pony tail, dressed like a pop tart wannabee.   She made no effort to avoid the camera; to the contrary, she posed and giggled, flashed her panties, spun away from the camera and bent forward to expose her tight ass.   “My name’s Jaki and I’m a little slut.  I’m looking for generous daddies who want to be good to me ‘cause I’m real good to them.  If you want to be my daddy, you know what to do to make a date.”   There was a quick montage of fresh footage of Jaclyn fucking and sucking a variety of men and women, too quick to count but clearly more than enough to demonstrate her credentials as a total whore.  Maybe the fifth time through, I figured out what was bothering me so much.   It was her eyes.  When she looked at the camera, it was different.   She wasn’t afraid.

*****

Ellison called me about two months later.   They had Jaclyn under protection.   There had been a tip that young girls were being tricked out of a bar on Canal, and a raid had swooped her up.   I could see her as soon as I could get there.   I got a taxi and made the station house in less than ten minutes.   Ellison was on the landing to the second floor.   He put a hand on my chest and wouldn’t let me pass.   “She’s up there so take your time.   We need to talk.”   We were in a side room, maybe a room for interviewing suspects.   “It’s been a year and she’s been through a lot.”   I nodded and looked at the door.  Ellison ignored that.   “You got to give her some room.   She did what she had to do.  Give the girl some credit.   She got back.   You know that she’s changed.”  He looked at me, made me look back at him.  I had nothing to say and Ellison kept talking.  “You need to be there for her.   Try to accept her as she is now.”

The door opened and one of the detectives stepped aside to let Jaki come in.   She was taller, that was the first thing that struck me, taller and I looked down.  Six inch plats.   The tiny skirt in a pink and black pleated plaid, the too tight pink fussy sweater, the white over-the-knee soxs.  Her breasts bulged inside the top, her ass on display.   She minced over in her high heels, looking up at me, nervous, it was something new to see, Jaki was afraid again but this time of me.   I opened my arms and took her into a big embrace.   She nestled inside and held on tight.   We stayed like that a while, and then Jaclyn and I went home.

*****

Jaki, that’s what I call her now, is bent over my desk and I am screwing her ass.   She is taking it like a pro.   If she doesn’t like this, I can’t tell.   Looks like she’s ready to cream herself.   When we got back, I explained how things were going to be.  Jaclyn was gone and both of us were going to have to accept that.  I accepted Jaki for who she was now and would take care of her, and she would take care of me.   I would take her shopping for new clothes.  She would call her law firm and say she wasn’t coming back, that they should send her the partner’s payment she was due.   I would give her a job in my office, something menial that did not require her to think and she would be my private office slut.   I shot my wad and Jaki cleaned me and then herself.   She’s very professional now.

I watched her wiggle out as I picked up the throw-away cell phone.   I got Nikolai on the second ring.   “I have your last payment.  She’s better than you said she would be so I threw in another twenty-five grand.   I might need you if she needs a refresher.”   I hung up and looked out the window.   Maybe a blow job after lunch?