by White, L. E.
“Chloe must have been seriously pissed,” said Portia trying to picture the image of a vagina tattooed on a bare cranium.
“She was. She told everyone it was because she was away at her dad’s funeral when Marsha screwed her intended. She felt betrayed,” said Les.
“And to make sure everyone knows about it, she whips out a digital camera and takes images of bald Marsha sucking cock, eating pussy, and being triple penetrated. She loaded them on one of the B school servers and had another friend do the same on one of MIT’s big servers. Then she emailed the entire class the download addresses. Half the B-school had downloaded a copy before the dean had them removed,” said Monk.
“Do you have a copy,” asked Portia?
“Of course, poor Marsha’s telling everyone she’s going to have to move to Tibet and become a Buddhist nun,” said Monk.
“I’ve got the image files on my hard drive,” said Les.
“Email them to me,” said Portia.
“I heard Chloe for a finale stuck a cucumber way up Marsha’s ass. When she woke, she had a horrible pain in her gut. They removed it at the ER,” said Les. “Kyle, this guy who’s an orderly tells me students are always showing up with crazy things stuck in her butt.”
“Yeah, I forgot that part. Ever stuck a vegetable in your cunt, Portia?” asked Monk.
“Carrots, I did some carrots when I was in high school. And once I let my boy friend fuck my pussy with a cucumber but nothing in my ass. I hope nothing bad happened to Stacy,” said Portia.
“The only thing they shaved is her snatch,” said Les. “She looks okay.”
“I hope she learned her lesson about being careful who she parties with,” said Portia.
***
I feel much better decided Stacy as she slipped under the cover. The last thing I remember was Mike and I sitting on the bed drinking wine. We’d done it three times. It was almost midnight. I was hoping we could curl up and go to sleep then wake up in the morning and screw some more. I was telling him about Harvard and how I didn’t want to become a doctor like my parents. I really opened up to the bastard. I can’t believe I was such an idiot. There must have been something in the wine. Maybe like Monk said it was Ecstasy or Rohypnol, the date rape drug. I remember him reaching out and taking my wine glass. Next I was lying there on the bed and I couldn’t move. Mike left me there. After that, I can’t remember a thing.
But why did he drug me? It’s not like I was saying no to him. I did everything he asked. I might even have said yes to anal even though I’ve heard it hurts like hell the first time. I felt so grateful to him for not arresting me. And frankly, the sex was terrific. My experiences with Justin on his dad’s yacht were so shity I’d given up on sex. But Mike really got me turned on. He made me cum when he ate my pussy. I thought I was losing my mind it was so intense. That part was wonderful. Why did he have to turn out to be a jerk? If he’d asked me out, I’d have gone, married or not.
Across the room, Portia and her bedmates were lying quietly sharing a joint. The aroma of marijuana drifted across the room putting Stacy to sleep.
***
Portia’s loud animal grunts brought Stacy awake. A glance at the clock showed she’d been out for four hours.
My God they’re still fucking realized Stacy peering across the darkened room. Night had fallen and only moonlight filtered past the drapes. It took a minute for Stacy’s eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness
Stacy’s sleep had not been entirely restful. It was filled with dreams where she was covered in naked bodies. She was hot and perspiring, writhing in a tangle of moist flesh. She experienced violent orgasms that left her breathless and exhausted. Those were interludes between repeated body contacts with different men and more shocking to Stacy, another woman, a very pretty red headed woman whose breasts were as large as Stacy’s. In one of the dreams, Stacy’s was performing oral sex on the woman. In another, Stacy was under the woman licking her clit while a large ebony cock glided back and forth into the woman’s vagina. Later, the red head’s tongue was furiously stimulating Stacy’s sex while a long black cock was buried deep in her rectum.
Once Stacy’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see Portia on the floor beside her bed bent double in a shoulder stand. One thing Portia and Stacy had in common was yoga. Although they had never practiced together, Stacy frequently saw Portia carrying her yoga mat to the free classes held at the student center. Stacy practiced at an exclusive health club near campus.
I guess inverted plow pose is good for something besides inverting your body, reversing your blood flow, and stretching your spine thought Stacy. Portia’s weight was resting on her upper back and shoulder blades. She was vertical. Her legs were bent to the point her knees were touching her ears. Monk and Les were standing straddling her facing each other in a crouch. They were fucking downward into Portia’s cunt and butt at the same time
“Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass,” whispered Portia from her side of the room. Stacy could see Portia had managed to place one hand on her clit and was massaging it furiously.
Stacy’s lust unexpectedly stirred as she watched the threesome. Her hand drifted down to her sex. In spite of a slight twinge she felt when she touched her tender flesh; she licked her fingers then placed them along each side of her clit caressing the sensitive nodule of flesh. Her forked fingers began a slow gentle stroking of her clitoris. She squeezed her clit when it reached the webbing between her fingers turning her hand slightly to stretch the nubbin of nerve dense tissue.
Stacy wondered what it would be like to have a pierced cock inside her vagina. Would it feel that different? Would it be painful? They’re fucking Portia’s asshole too. From the noises she’s making, she must like it. The thought of getting up and joining the three crossed her mind. My God what’s come over me thought Stacy. I’m not that kind of person. Besides, Portia might be upset if I horned in on her and her friends. We’ve never even shared a cup of coffee and we’ve been living together since September. Still, it would be nice to be that uninhibited and able to enjoy all kinds of sex without feeling guilty. I’m such a ninny.
As far as the sex went last night I did all right. Mike seemed pleased with me. God what am I thinking? The bastard blackmails me into having sex with him and then drugs me for more sex with God knows whom. And I’m laying here playing with my pussy thinking about it. However, as lousy as things turned out, it was still better than going to jail. That would have been the end of everything I’ve worked for. Someone must have put that perfume in my shopping bag. I certainly didn’t.
Stacy laid there in the dark masturbating as she listened and watched. Portia’s moans of pleasure and the grunts of the two boys filled the room as the three engaged in intercourse. Stacy climaxed quietly when the threesome across the room finished. Relaxed by her orgasm, Stacy turned to the wall and fell back asleep.
Chapter 7 The DVD
“I didn’t know you were friendly with the police,” said Portia handing Stacy a cardboard envelope as she entered their dorm room. Portia was keyboarding an essay for her American Lit class.
“I’m not,” replied Stacy instantly feeling a sense of dread. It was late afternoon Monday and Stacy had just finished her last class. Stacy recognized the type of envelope. It was square, the kind used for CDs and DVDs.
“Well, a cop came by and dropped this off. He asked me to give it to you. At least, I assumed he was a policeman since he was wearing a gun on his belt,” said Portia.
“He wasn’t wearing a uniform,” asked Stacy?
“No, nice banker’s grey suit, good looking Italian stallion dressed to impress,” said Portia. “I almost asked him to stay.”
“Thanks,” said Stacy opening the envelope with a sense of dread. She’d assumed she was finished with Lt. Mike Cabreeze.
“There was one odd thing,” said Portia looking up from her computer.
“What?”
“He knew my name and I’ve never seen him before in my life. He just poppe
d in the door without knocking and said, ‘Here Portia, hand this to Stacy when she gets in’. Sort of like we were old friends.”
Stacy’s stomach took a full flip when she opened the envelope and looked at the DVD. Someone had printed, Stacy Does Cambridge, on a post-it attached to the disc. Ever since she woke up Sunday morning she’d had a premonition something bad was going to happen.
Control yourself thought Stacy as she walked to her desk, opened her laptop, and pressed the power on button. As the laptop booted up, Stacy tried once more to remember what occurred between the time she and Mike had sex and waking up in her car at noon the next day. But like her previous efforts at recall, it was fruitless.
Stacy had spent much of Sunday trying to remember without success. She had even driven to the apartment complex where Mike had taken her and sat in the parking lot straining to bring back some recollections.
She recalled leaving her car in the mall parking lot. Someone must had taken her keys out of her purse and driven it to the apartment. For some reason, she had trouble picturing Lt. Mike Cabreeze making the effort. He must have helpers concluded Stacy. Someone else had dressed her and put her back in her car to sleep off the drugs.
I was gang raped concluded Stacy looking at the row of apartment buildings. The bastard probably called the police station and invited his buddies to have sex with me. The drugs made it seem I was a willing. They’d had free use of my body for hours, even all night. Cops work a third shift. God knows how many times I was screwed. That was the reason my nipples and vagina were so sore the next day. They also raped me anally. That was something I’d decided I’d never do. And there was a woman maybe more than one woman. That’s not surprising. You see women cops every day patrolling Harvard Square.
Stacy had always considered herself strictly heterosexual in spite of the fact she sometimes found herself looking at other females with more than casual interest. Portia, her roommate, made a habit of walking around nude while she was getting dressed. Stacy had found herself staring more than once. Once, Portia had caught her but instead of getting mad, Portia had smiled before slipping on a robe.
There had been one time in high school when she had made out with Anita Sawyer but that was only after the two of them had downed several glasses of wine. Stacy hadn’t really done anything other than to kiss and touch Anita’s breasts. Anita had rubbed Stacy’s crotch and a drunken Stacy experienced an orgasm. Anita had wanted to undress and go further but Stacy had panicked, afraid of being considered a lesbian. There had not been a repeat of the encounter in spite of Anita’s entreaties.
The thought she have been filmed had not occurred to her until she looked at the writing on the DVD. God I hope this isn’t what I think it is thought Stacy as she slipped the disc into the slot. Seconds later, her computer detected a video file and automatically launched video player software.
Stacy watched open mouthed as the title appeared: Stacia Goddard Todd Does Cambridge, A Zodiac Adult Entertainment Production.
“Shit, they used my full name,” said Stacy aloud watching as the film credits rolled through a series of obviously phony names except for hers. That was followed by an advertisement for a phone sex service and the previews of two other Zodiac productions.
“My God, it’s me,” whispered Stacy as the screen filled with an image of her lying on a bed she recognized as the one in the apartment. Stacy was no longer wearing a white nightgown. Black was the operative color. She’d been re-dressed in black hose, garter belt, and a shelf bra exposing her breasts. Somebody had placed a pair of ridiculously high heel platform sandals on her feet. Her hair had been styled and her face was heavily made up. When Stacy looked closer at her image, she realized someone had applied make up to her areola and nipples to make them stand out for the camera.
“I’d never figure you for making porn, not in a million years,” said Portia standing unnoticed behind the seated Stacy.
“I don’t want you to see this,” said Stacy clicking on the player’s Stop button.
“Suit yourself,” said Portia walking away.
“Sorry, but it’s too embarrassing,” said Stacy.
Portia responded angrily. “That’s a double standard. You watched me with Monk and Les, Saturday afternoon. It didn’t embarrass you to see me getting my brains fucked out. You masturbated while I was double penetrated. You got yourself off in record time. It’s all right for you to watch me but I can’t watch you.”
Stacy closed her eyes for a moment to think. Portia was right of course. I did watch her getting screwed and I climaxed. There’s no reason she shouldn’t get a chance to watch me. Plus I need to confide in someone. I can’t drive home and show this to Mom and ask her what she thinks. Portia is brilliant with street smarts. Everyone says she’s a genius. Maybe she can help me. Stacy took a deep breath before she spoke.
“You’re right, Portia. I’m being ridiculous and I’m sorry. I did masturbate while you did it with Monk and Les. It looked like the three of you were really into it so I got turned on,” said Stacy.
“If it didn’t turn me on big time, I wouldn’t do it. Is that what happened Friday night when you were drugged?” said Portia returning to stand by Stacy placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Apparently, but I can’t remember anything. It’s so goddamn frustrating,” said Stacy turning toward Portia and starting to cry.
“I’d like to help if you’ll let me,” said Portia putting her arms around Stacy to comfort her.
“Maybe if we watch it together, something will come back to me,” said Stacy recovering enough to wipe her eyes.
“It looks professional. No student with a camcorder made that,” said Portia rolling her desk chair beside Stacy’s.
“What do you mean professional?”
“Some amateur with a home video camera didn’t make that. There’s a flood of amateur porn on the Internet. Husband places a camera on a tripod by the bed then does the wife. He can sell it to a distributor for a couple of hundred dollars. Lighting and sound usually suck but its good enough to wack off too. Some porn aficionados prefer amateurs. They consider them more natural,” said Portia.
“So this isn’t amateur,” said Stacy clicking the Play button. The computer’s speaker filled the room with the sounds of Stacy’s rapid breath and moans as she masturbated using first her fingers then a vibrator.
“No way, somebody who knew what they were doing made your porn debut, probably a local production company. You can tell from the lighting and sound. Plus they’re using more than one camera. I’ll even bet the video footage is edited to eliminate dead time,” said Portia.
“Dead time,” asked Stacy?
“Like when you’re scratching your ass or the male actor putting on a condom. Although I bet no one is wearing a safe in this baby.”
“I thought all porn was made in California,” said Stacy.
“Most is but there are small production companies scattered throughout the country in the big cities. There’s even one in Cambridge not far from here. They occasionally advertise in one of the free papers they’re looking for new talent. Les and Monk wanted the three of us to apply but I said no fucking way,” said Portia.
“Was it Zodiac Adult Entertainment,” asked Stacy restarting the DVD?
“Yes, that’s it. They have a production facility over near Kendall Square. My idiot friends saw it as an easy five hundred dollars. I pointed out it was an excellent way to make something you could worry about the rest of my life. Can you picture me about to perform at Sympathy Hall when some asshole asks to autograph a picture of me with a cock in my mouth?”
“So I may be worrying about this until the day I die unless I somehow manage to destroy all copies. The Olympics committee would be less than thrilled to find out I made porn willingly or not,” said Stacy starting to cry again.
“The cats not out of the bag yet. This may be part of some master plan. Let’s watch it from start to finish before we draw any conclusions,” said Portia.
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“I’m really sorry about what I said. I know we haven’t exactly been friends but I need your help. I don’t know much about porn,” said Stacy.
“All right but if I get turned on and start playing with myself, it’s your fault,” said Portia. “Hand me the mouse. They sure whored you up. They even painted your nipples. God you look hot.”
The two watched as on screen Stacy picked up a dildo from a nightstand, looked directly into the camera and then licked the dildo. She twisted the top of the dildo causing a barely audible hum of the vibrator.
“Portia, can you hear somebody whispering in the background,” asked Stacy.
“Yes, the Director is whispering instructions to you. That happens often in porn. They’ve no financial incentive to compete with Hollywood sound engineers,” said Portia.
On screen, Stacy was pressing the tip of the dildo around her clitoris. After several passes, Stacy pushed the dildo into the opening of her vagina. A camera came in for a close-up of Stacy licking her lips, a look of intense passion on her face. One hand was pulling and twisting her nipple as she began to thrust the dildo inside her vagina. Loud moans filled the small dorm room.
“I look awake. How did they get me to do this and still not remember anything?” said Stacy.
“Drugs, probably a cocktail of Ecstasy, Rohypnol and maybe a teaspoon of crystal meth to keep you energized,” said Portia.
“Outside of pot, I’ve never used drugs. I had no idea they could make me appear fully awake, follow the Director’s instructions, and not be able to remember a thing the next day,” said Stacy.
“Ecstasy makes people loose their inhibitions. Memory lost is pretty common if it’s a large dose. I’ve gone to raves where they’re selling Ecstasy across the bar for ten dollars a tablet. Girls who wouldn’t ordinarily do anything too outrageous are up on tables dancing naked or sitting on a commode in the Men’s Room sucking off a long line of strange cock. They wake up the next day with a sore pussy and a case of gonorrhea.”