Crossing the Line

by Bobe, Jordan

  “So when are we going to move in on them?” Fritz asked.

  “Remember on campus when those whores party? Every time one of them passes out first they strip her and put her out on the porch. That’ll be our indication that they are all getting ready to fall out. We wait until we see them carry a naked bitch out onto the porch and then we start.”

  “What if the others puss out on us? I mean, we don’t know how they’re going to react when the shit gets real.”

  “That’s why we’re going to make damn sure they’re all guilty of a crime before we start killing. They’re not going to go running to the cops if they rape a bitch, right? None of them want to spend ten to fifteen upstate.”

  “So we get in there and rape a couple of the bitches and then we pop them off so they can’t ID us to the police. That’s the plan, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you have my money?”

  Thad nodded. He pulled the envelope from his back pack and handed it to Fritz. The other man counted the bills twice before shoving the cash down into the inner pocket of his coat. “That’s not what we agreed on.”

  “Half now and half when we get back to school. I’m not stupid, man. I want to make sure you keep up on your end of things before I hand over twenty grand.”

  Fritz nodded and thumped his hands on his thighs. “Okay, buddy, but you better not be fucking me. I won’t shoot you, I’ll cut your dick off and shove up your ass before I cut your goddamn head off.”

  “I’m not fucking you. I’m a business man and I am good to my word. You keep your end of the bargain and I’ll keep mine.”

  “Okay.”

  “We’d better get back to the others.”

  “I hope Tommy found his way back. The last thing we need is that tweeker to jump the gun.”

  “He’s probably passed out somewhere in the forest, man. I gave him some high grade shit this time. It would knock a rock star on his ass.”

  “What if he OD’d?”

  “I didn’t give him enough to kill himself. I’ve been feeding the kid just enough to keep him stoned for a couple of months now. He’s as hooked as a whore. And you know why whores don’t leave their pimps. Loyalty like that doesn’t come cheap, but it’s fucking priceless.”

  Fritz was the only one out of either group that wasn’t a college student. His father had sent him away from the family when the heat was getting too close for comfort. Since arriving in Los Angeles he had been continuing to work for his father. His father had diverted some of their shipments so that Fritz could have a source of income. He had met Thad when the kid started encroaching on his territory. Thad had charmed his way into Fritz’s new posse. The kid was smart, ruthless and had some of the best drugs that could be found on the West Coast. After tonight he would know if he had what it takes to be a true member of the family, though. If Thad had what the balls Fritz was officially going to allow him to become part of the enterprise.

  Thad knew what it would mean to become a part of Fritz’s network. He would no longer have to worry about protecting himself or his profit. Fritz was connected enough that it would keep the flow of his product moving without issue. Sure, it would mean he would have to share some of his spoils, but being a part of a cartel was worth having to share his cash.

  “Tommy should be coming down right in time for the fun to start. He’ll be there to help get rid of the bodies,” Thad said.

  Fritz nodded his head. “Okay, well let’s get back to the others and keep watch on the house.”

  8

  An hour into the movie Ivy passed out. The others weren’t far behind her, but she had officially lost the game. They waited until they were positive that she wasn’t going to wake up and let Tracy do the dirty work. She was the best at the game, as she had been playing for years with her high school friends.

  Anna sat Ivy up and leaned her weight against the bottom of the couch. Tracy gently began rolling her t-shirt up. She pulled it over the drunken woman’s head and folded it before setting it on the couch. Anna leaned Ivy forward and Tracy unhooked her bra. She set the bra on top of the shirt.

  The removal of her pants was made quite a bit easier by the lack of shoes. “Little whore!” Anna giggled when the pants had been folded and set with the rest of Ivy’s clothes. Ivy was wearing a lace thong that kept nothing to the imagination. They took the panties and her socks off, everyone fighting back the urge to laugh.

  Chandra, Lynne and Anna picked her up and carried her to the back door. Gabby stepped in front of them and shook her head. “I don’t think this is such a good idea, guys,” she said. “We don’t know what kind of animals there are out there. What if there’s a cougar or a bear or something?”

  “Come on, Gabby, she knew the rules of the game. If you had been the one to pass out she wouldn’t be defending you, I promise you that,” Chandra said.

  “I think Gabby’s right,” Marcy said. “For all we know there’s coyotes or rattle snakes out there. She could seriously get hurt.”

  Anna rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine, we’ll put her somewhere safe.”

  “Like where?” Gabby asked.

  “Like on top of the table. We’ll put her on top of the table and then we’ll be sure that she’s safe.”

  “Set her down for a minute, guys,” Chandra said. They set Ivy down, propped against the back door. Chandra waved for them all to follow her across the room. Her face turned bright red with held in laughter.

  “Okay, I think I’ve got the best idea ever,” she managed to say.

  “What’s that?” Tracy asked.

  “We should put her in that little row boat and take her over to the raft. We’ll put her on the raft and she’ll wake up in the morning three shades of hung over and stranded in the middle of the lake!”

  “What if she rolls off?” Marcy asked. “She could drown.”

  “The fucking raft is huge, it’s like twenty by twenty. And even if she did roll off the cold would wake her up right away. Come on, it’d make the game so much funnier.”

  “She’ll get the shit bit out of her by mosquitos,” Anna frowned.

  “We’ve got plenty of those spiral bug thingies. We’ll put three out there with her. That’ll keep the bugs away,” Tracy said. She grinned the huge grin only capable of someone who is seriously intoxicated. “Chandra’s right, this is the best idea ever.”

  Despite the protests from Gabby and Marcy Ivy was being loaded into the row boat ten minutes later. Gabby and Marcy stayed in the house, absolutely refusing to have any part in the sick joke. Chandra and Anna rowed the boat while Tracy monitored Ivy to make sure she didn’t wake up.

  Taking her off the boat and putting her on the raft was quite a bit harder than any of them had expected it to be. Their drunken condition didn’t help at all either. They finally managed to get her on the raft and rolled her to the center. Tracy busied herself setting up several Off bug spirals. They reminded her of bad smelling snakes like her parents used to let her play with on the fourth of July. She also sprayed a healthy dose of bug spray on Ivy to make sure she didn’t get eaten alive by bugs.

  Before they left Chandra produced a Sharpie and wrote “I love anal” on Ivy’s forehead and “Insert cock here” on her pelvis just above the beginning of her pubis region. Tracy took a photo of it for their memory book and giggled.

  The flash sent a chill up Anna’s spine. Even with the liquor in her system she made the connection between the glimmering earlier in the day and the sudden stark whiteness of the digital camera Tracy had used. Her arms broke out with goose flesh when she considered the possibilities. Why would someone have been taking photos of them partying on the deck? She could understand why some peeping tom would have snapped pictures while she was skinny dipping, but none of them were naked at dinner.

  She considered bringing the notion up to her friends, but decided that without any concrete evidence she would just sound like a paranoid drunk girl. Now she wasn’t sure it was a good idea to leave Ivy out in
the open either, though.

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked Chandra.

  “Fuck yeah, I’m sure. She’s going to be pissed for a couple minutes, but she’ll laugh her ass off once she has time to think about it. This is like the greatest prank any of us have ever come up with,” Chandra said.

  “We took all the necessary precautions to make sure she’ll be safe and won’t get bitten up by the mosquitos,” Tracy said. “But if it’ll make you feel any better there’s a life vest on the boat.”

  “Yeah, let’s put that on her. I really don’t want her to drown,” Chandra said.

  Tracy pulled the vest from the boat and stumbled back over to where Ivy was lying. The girl had started to snore and more than once she reached down and scratched absently at her butt cheeks. Tracy put the vest on the sleeping beauty and kissed her forehead.

  Anna was still reluctant, but she followed her friends to the row boat. They paddled their way back to the shore. Anna kept her eyes on the forest beyond the lake the entire time. She never caught sight of anything out of the ordinary, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

  9

  Fritz and Thad walked a dozen yards ahead of the others through the thick forest. As they reached the edge of the lake Fritz stopped him and pulled him close enough that he could hear. “If you go through with this you’re crossing the line. There’s no coming back once you’ve crossed it,” Fritz said in an extremely hushed whisper. “Depending on how this all plays out you may even have to kill some of your buddies. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

  Thad nodded his head. “I’ll kill every last one of them if they try to fuck this up,” he whispered back. “These bitches are going to get what’s coming to them for fucking with my money.”

  “Good. Now let’s see if your balls are as big as your mouth.”

  They waited until the others had caught up with them. Justin arrived last, sorely out of breath. He looked out across the lake and a goofy grin spread across his face. “They left her out there naked,” he said. A childish laugh came out of his mouth for a moment until Thad glared at him. “Well, they did,” he said in his own defense.

  Thad had to remind himself to keep up the façade. He didn’t want the others thinking he was in charge yet. He had to play dumb until the deed was done and then… well, fuck the consequences. He would plant them all if he had to.

  “Who wants to play with Ivy?” Fritz asked. “No takers? Okay, I’ll go give her a little scare while the rest of you get the shit back.”

  “I wouldn’t mind getting a closer look at those tits,” Quentin said.

  “Tough shit, bozo, I already called it,” Fritz said. He clapped Quentin on the shoulder. “Besides, there are plenty of sets of tits for you to get a look at inside.”

  “We all know where Stan’ll be focused. Oh, fat Betty,” Marty laughed.

  “Cut the small talk, guys. We’re going to get caught if you don’t shut the fuck up. Now, let’s hurry up and get this shit done. I want to be out of here by morning. I already lost enough money over this fuck up.”

  Thad crept out of the forest and across the yard toward the house. The others kept close behind him, remembering to keep their bodies low to the ground to avoid detection. Once they reached the southern part of the lake Fritz broke off from the group and signaled that he was heading for the raft. Thad gave him the thumbs up.

  The posse reached the stairs to the deck and Thad looked each of them in the eye. They were all sufficiently stoned out of their minds. He had given them pot laced with PCP to ensure that they wouldn’t pussy out before the party even started.

  Thad rushed up onto the deck and slammed a shoulder into the door. There was no need for the brute force, though, the girls had neglected to throw the deadbolt. The door swung open and punched a hole through the wall behind it. An orchestra of screams came from the great room.

  Thad stepped aside and allowed the other men to rush into the next room. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Fritz was busy paddling the boat out to the raft. The only man he could count on in his group wasn’t even in the house. It didn’t matter, though, because the first part of his plan didn’t involve any murder. He would wait for Fritz to come back before he started the bloodshed.

  He walked through the kitchen and entered the great room to see the girls all huddled up on the sofa. Quentin was standing over them with a fire poker poised to crack any of them in the skull should they decide to make a run for it. Stan and Marty were standing just behind their armed friend with leering grins on their faces. Justin stood near the fireplace with a confused look of discomfort on his face.

  As soon as Thad entered the room Anna’s face flushed bright red with fury. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, Thad? You’re not really stupid enough to think we’re not going to call the cops are you?”

  Thad walked briskly over to the couch and backhanded Anna across the face. She fell over with her head in Chandra’s lap. Thad grabbed a handful of her hair and made her sit up straight. “Shut your fucking mouth, Anna. If you know what’s good for you that’ll be the last fucking time you talk shit to me,” Thad said. For good measure he punched her across the face, knocking her over again.

  “What do you want?” Gabby sobbed.

  “I want a lot of things. I want a million dollars. I want to pop the cherries on all of those hot little bitches on the Disney Channel. I want a private island full of sex slaves that beg to suck my dick every fucking day,” Thad grinned. “But I’m here for my shit. Shit that was taken from me without my permission.”

  “Jesus Christ, Chandra, you stole that pot?” Marcy asked.

  “You didn’t honestly think someone would give it to her, did you? Come on, Marcy, you’ve got the brains and the looks. You should’ve known the fat cunt was lying,” Marty said.

  Thad turned to his friend and glared. He pointed his finger at Marty in a threatening way. “Keep your goddamn mouth shut, Marty. There’ll be plenty of time for you to get to know the girls as long as you don’t fuck with my groove.”

  “Sorry, bro,” Marty said. He raised his arms in a sign of surrender. “Run your shit however you want.”

  Thad turned back to the girls and grabbed Anna by the hair again. He sat her up and pulled her head forward. Her bloody nose rubbed against the crotch of his jeans. He could feel her breath through the denim and a bit of blood began flowing into his member.

  “Don’t think I forgot about our unfinished business, Anna. I’ve planned out my revenge on you a hundred times over. Who knows which plan I’ll use tonight.”

  Anna pulled her head back and spat a wad of blood on Thad’s pants. “You better have necrophilia because the only way you’re putting that tiny cock in me is over my dead body.”

  Thad laughed. He threw his head back and let out a long belly roll. When he turned his eyes back to her Anna shrank away from the look of insanity in his eyes. “You’re going to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, cunt. If you don’t I’ll make sure you regret your ignorance,” he said.

  Thad turned to Quentin and snatched the fire poker out of his hand. He marched across the room and shoved the tip into the flickering fireplace. Quentin picked up a full bottle of wine and brandished it as a weapon in place of the poker.

  “Please, I’m sorry,” Chandra said, tears ran freely from her eyes. “I’ll give you back the pot and pay for what we’ve smoked, okay? Just don’t hurt us.”

  Thad didn’t bother turning around. He raised a hand to silence the begging and watched as the iron heated up in the flames. Once its tip was bright orange Thad pulled the poker out of the fire and turned back to the terrified women.

  He crossed the room and knelt down in front of Anna. “You know they have reconstructive surgery for women who are too loose now days. They go in there and stitch them up so it’s like fucking a virgin all over again. I figure that shit has got to hurt, right? I mean, who wants to have their shit all stitc
hed up if they didn’t have a baby. Even if they did have a baby who really wants to have their pussy full of stitches?”

  “Please don’t hurt me,” Anna said. Tears poured down her cheeks. Blood was running freely from her nose and swollen lips.

  “I have no intention of hurting you if you’re a good girl. But if you think you’re shit is too blown out for my quote tiny cock I will just have to do a bit of reconstructive surgery on your pussy. I don’t know much about putting stitches in, but I figure a burn scar will make it nice and tight. What do you think?”

  “Don’t you hurt her!” Tracy growled. She kicked out a leg so quickly that it caught Thad off guard. Her bare foot connected with his chest and knocked him on his ass.

  He calmly got to his feet and knelt down to pick up the poker. “Marty, pick that bitch up and take off her shirt,” he said.

  “What?” Marty asked dumbfounded.

  “Pick Tracy the fuck up and take off her goddamn shirt. Do you have a problem understanding plain English, motherfucker?”

  “No, man, sorry,” Marty said. He grabbed Tracy and picked her up off the couch. She kicked her legs wildly and thrashed in his grasp. Without really thinking about what he was doing he threw her onto the floor as hard as he could and kicked her across the face.

  Guilt bit at him and he took a step back from the sobbing girl as she rose up onto her hands and knees. Disgusted with Marty’s performance Stan pushed the man aside and grabbed Tracy by the back of the shirt. He pressed a foot on her butt and yanked at the shirt as hard as he could. There was a loud rip as the fabric tore away.

  “Hold her down,” Thad ordered. He glared at Marty. “You too, pussy, or I’ll shove this fucking thing up your faggot ass.”

  Stan dropped down and pulled Tracy’s arms out from under her. Her face connected loudly with the floor. Marty looked from the girl to Thad and back again. After deciding that his friend was being serious he sat on Tracy’s legs.