In Cold Blonde

by James L. Conway

  “Dive in,” Blake says.

  Colin spreads her legs and nestles his face between Alice’s legs. His hands massage her breasts as he gives her head.

  Alice stirs beneath him. Moans. Blake zooms in on her face as she mutters, “Oh, Adam…”

  “She’s got it bad for you, Adam,” Blake says. “Least you could you do is kiss her.”

  Blake pans to Adam who was staring into the lens. He looks unhappy. “Fuck you, Blake,” Adam says.

  Blake says, “You’re no fun.” He pans the camera back to Colin who stands up wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. “She tastes good, man. You should try it.”

  “Okay.” The picture whips wildly as Blake hands the camera to Colin. A close-up of Blake now fills the frame. “I’m going in.” Colin pans Blake to Alice’s breasts as Blake gently kneads them and then settles in to suck the right breast. “She does smell good,” he says with a mouthful of nipple. Then he bites down, hard.

  Alice yelps.

  “You don’t have to hurt her,” Adam says from off camera.

  “Ignore him,” Blake says. “He’s in love.” Blake now settles in between Alice’s thighs. He pulls back skin exposing her clitoris. “Colin, zoom in on her pussy.” The camera zooms in on the exposed pink flesh. “Sweet,” Blake says, then his tongue enters frame. Colin widens a bit as Blake gives her head.

  “Excellent technique,” Colin says. “Hey this could be an invaluable instructional video.” He pans to Adam. “What do you think, professor? Any tips for our audience?”

  “No,” Adam says sourly and walks to the bar. He pours himself a stiff shot of Jack Daniels and tosses it down.

  “Hey are we here to fuck or drink?” Blake says from off camera. Colin pans the camera back to Blake. He pulls off his shorts and underwear together. He’s got an erection. “Lets see if she’s able to give head.” Blake slides Alice’s head around so it’s now on the rail, near the edge of the pool table. He gently opens her mouth and slips his penis inside. He begins to gently move it in and out. “Come on, baby,” he whispers. “We’ve heard you give great blow jobs.”

  Alice moans again, looks at Blake, seeing but not seeing; and her lips wrap around Blake’s penis. Her head begins to move and, before long, she’s doing all the work.

  “Amazing,” Colin says from behind camera.

  “You sure she’s not going to remember any of this,” Adam asks from off camera.

  “Guaran-fucking-teed,” Blake says, leering at the camera. “Hey, Colin, zoom in tight so you just see her sucking my cock.” The camera zooms in. “Oh, yeah, Alice, suck it baby…”

  “Don’t come in her mouth, Blake,” Colin says. “My dad would kill me if she dribbled your jizz all over the felt and ruined the table.”

  “Don’t worry,” Blake says, I’m not going to waste my first shot in her mouth.” He pulls out. “Hand me the camera; your turn.” The picture swishes violently as Colin hands the camera to Blake. “Drop trou, dude. The water’s fine.”

  Blake focuses the camera on Colin’s midsection as Colin unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans revealing a pair of pale blue boxer shorts, tented by Colin’s erect penis. Colin strips the boxers away and then proudly displays his cock for the camera.

  “He came to play ladies and gentlemen,” Blake says. Colin steers his manhood toward Alice’s mouth then hesitated. “Go ahead, bro, stick it in her mouth.” He does and, after a few moments, Alice’s lips wrap around him and she goes to work.

  “Yeah, suck it baby,” Colin says as Blake zooms in tight, so only the penis and her face are on screen.

  “I recognize that angle,” Alice said to Syd. “You know about the pictures of me that Blake emailed to everyone at school?”

  “Yes.”

  “This was one of them. Me sucking a cock. Sent to everybody.”

  Syd could imagine the mortification. She was terrified in high school that one day the kids there would find out what her stepfather was doing to her. She couldn’t even imagine how she might have felt if people actually saw pictures of it.

  “I always wondered whose cock it was,” Alice said. “Now I know. Colin fucking Wood. And as humiliating as it is to watch them strip, maul and mouth fuck me, I’m absolutely mortified when I remember all the time and energy I put into deciding what I was going to wear that night.”

  “Your mother mentioned you had a crush on Adam.”

  “I was head over heels in love. And when he invited me to this party, I was so excited. I thought my life was going to change forever that night. Boy was I right.”

  Colin pulled his penis out of her mouth. “Okay, Adam, your turn.”

  The camera swings across the room to Adam, still standing at the bar, another drink in his hand. “Nah, you guys go ahead, I’m good here.”

  “Don’t go getting all limp dick on us, man,” Blake says. “We had a deal, all for one and one for all. Now give her a taste of your tumescent tonsil tickler.”

  “Mrs. Reynolds would love your use of alliteration,” Colin says from off screen.

  Blake laughs from behind the camera but the lens never leaves Adam’s face. “What’s the problem, bro? We’ve got a naked girl on the pool table willing to do whatever we want.”

  “We’ve got an unconscious girl on the table, Blake.”

  “Hey, inviting Alice was your idea. You’re the one who told us she was practically stalking you. You’re the one who said she’d be an easy mark. Now come on, Adam, give her what she really wants. You.”

  Adam didn’t look happy, but he put his drink down and walked over to the pool table. He reached down, stroked Alice’s breasts, and then cupped a hand over her vagina. Blake zoomed in as Adam slipped a finger inside. “She’s dry as a bone,” Adam said.

  “That’s why God invented K-Y,” Blake said. Blake swung the camera to Colin. “There’s a tube on the bar, dude, and a stack of condoms. Why don’t you fix our boy up?”

  Colin finds the lubricant and condoms. He tosses the tube first, and then detaches one of the condoms and, as he throws it, the camera pans back to Adam. “Showtime, bro,” Blake says.

  But Adam just stands there, the K-Y and Trojan in his hand, staring at Alice.

  “What’s a matter, Adam,” Colin says from off camera. “Can’t get it up?”

  “Fuck you,” Adam mutters. “And fuck this.” He sets the K-Y and Trojan on the edge of the pool table and starts for the door.

  Oh, my God, thought Syd. Adam didn’t rape her. She killed him for nothing.

  “Faggot,” Blake calls stopping Adam at the door.

  “I don’t think he can get it up,” Colin says. “From now on we’ll have to call him limp dick Devlin.”

  “Or LDD for short,” Blake says. “And when everyone asks why we call you LDD, we’ll tell them it’s because you can’t get it up.”

  Adam turns, embarrassment burning his cheeks. “You want to see me fuck her? Fine,” he says strutting back to the pool table. He pulls down his cargo shorts and underpants revealing a fully erect penis. “That hard enough for you,” he sneers.

  Then Adam rips open the condom package and slips it on.

  “Ribbed for her enjoyment,” Colin jokes from off camera.

  Adam grabs Alice by the thighs and pulls her hips to the edge of the table. He steps between her legs.

  “Don’t forget the K-Y,” Blake says.

  “Fuck the K-Y,” Adam says and thrusts.

  Okay, Syd thought. He deserved that bullet to the face.

  Then Syd watched as first Adam, then Colin and finally Blake raped Alice. Colin actually shoved his cock in Alice’s mouth as Blake raped her. The boys hooted and howled having a great time with their comatose victim.

  Those hoots and howls, grunts and groans triggered a flood of horrific memories. During her drug-addicted hooker years Syd had been the girl-on-the-pool-table many times. There was a frat house at USC, five or six rowdy bachelor parties, a drunken fiftieth birthday party, five Merrill Lynch brokers cele
brating an IPO, a limo full of rappers celebrating a gold record. All those men, their hands, tongues, cocks inside her. Taking turns poking and prodding, sucking and fucking, reducing her to nothing more than a hunk of meat, a human receptacle.

  Of all Syd’s drug-drenched memories, the gangbangs were the worst, the most demeaning, the most repugnant. And now watching Alice’s gang rape first hand, not reading about it in a police report, not hearing it from shell-shocked victim, but seeing it with her own eyes touched a chord in Syd that both broke her heart and enraged her.

  Syd’s eyes drifted to Alice; she was watching her own molestation with a forlorn expression on her beautiful face. She looked so desolate, so… disillusioned, yes that was the word disillusioned. Because on that night, on that pool table, all Alice’s childhood hopes and dreams were stolen from her.

  Syd looked back to the screen.

  Blake pulls up his pants. “Jenna Jameson she’s not, but hey, I’ve had worse.”

  “Now what?” Colin asks from behind the camera.

  “Now we have a little more fun,” Blake says. He picks up a pool cue. “I saw this in a porno, always wanted to try it.”

  He takes the cue and slowly slides it into Alice’s vagina. He sticks it in deeper, deeper until he finally stops. “I’ve hit bottom, boys.”

  “Wow,” Colin says, “She took like fifteen inches of that thing.”

  Blake slowly pulls the cue stick out of Alice as an idea lights up his face. “Hey,” he says. “Who’s up for a trip down the Hersey highway?”

  “Count me in, bro,” Colin says.

  Blake rolls Alice over and slaps her on the butt. “Her face may not be much to look at, but she’s sure got a fine ass.”

  “Think she’s ever had anal sex?” Colin asks.

  “Don’t know,” Blake says. “Hey Adam, you ever hear if she takes it up the butt?”

  Colin pans the camera to Adam at the bar. “No. Tim Schroeder just mentioned a blow job and a three way with Davey Winder.”

  “Actually, I don’t think it matters,” Blake says as Colin pans the camera back to him. “It’s not like we need her permission.”

  Colin laughs. “You are bad, D-man.”

  Blake picks up the tube of K-Y, squeezes a dollop into his palm, and then applies it to the shaft of the pool cue. “Time for a little recon,” Blake says. He inserts the end of the pool cue into her anus and gently pushes. The shaft disappears into her butt, an inch at a time.

  “Next time you invite me over to play pool,” Adam says. “I’m bringing my own cue.”

  Then a new voice is heard: “What the fuck are you doing?”

  The camera swings to the door where a man is standing. He’s got a long face, bushy eyebrows and a full head of salt and pepper hair.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Colin says. “Dad. I—”

  “Get that thing out of her,” Nick Wood says as the camera pans him to the pool table. Blake removes the pool cue, drops it to the floor and backs toward the bar. But the camera stays on Nick Wood as he stares at Alice.

  “What’s wrong with her?” He slurs his words a bit, like he’s been drinking.

  “Nothing, Dad. She’s the school slut. She came over to party with us and got drunk.” Nick Wood’s eyes go to the floor; the camera follows his gaze to the pile of used condoms, then whips back to Nick Wood’s face.

  “You all fucked her?”

  “Yeah, but it was her idea. She’s like this crazy nympho chick. She wants to be a porn star and begged us to film her.”

  “She beg you to stick a pool cue up her ass, too?” he snaps as he rolls Alice over puts a finger to her carotid to check her pulse. As he does, his eyes drift down to her breasts.

  “I thought you were going to be in Cabo until Sunday, Dad.”

  “I decided to come back early. Next time I’ll be sure to warn you.” He takes his finger from neck. “Her pulse is strong.”

  “I told you she just had too much to drink.”

  Nick Wood looks directly into the lens. “Get that camera out of my face. Turn it off, Colin. Now.”

  The picture swings wildly as Colin carries the camera to the bar and sets it down. The picture is suddenly rock steady. In the right foreground of the frame is the bottle of Jack Daniels, in middle of the frame are Colin, Blake, Adam. Nick Wood stands in front of the pool table. Alice is visible on the left side of the frame.

  “Well, boys, the party’s over. Everyone out!” The boys hurry for the door. “And Colin,” Nick Wood says. “You are so grounded.”

  The boys exit the room.

  “Thank God Nick Wood showed up,” Syd said. “No telling what they would have done to you next.” Syd reached for the Stop button on the remote control.

  “Wait,” Alice said. “It’s not over.”

  Syd was confused. “But they all just left the room.”

  “True. But I’m still not alone.”

  Shock filled Syd’s face as the implication registered. No. Fucking. Way.

  She turned back to the screen.

  The angle hasn’t changed. The camera is on the bar pointed toward the pool table. Nick Wood closes the game room door, stands there thinking for a moment, then locks it. He walks back to the pool table, looks at Alice.

  “So young,” he says.

  He walks toward camera, picks up the bottle of Jack Daniels, pours himself a drink. Only half of his face is visible on the right side of frame. “So damn young,” he repeats.

  He sips his drink and his eyes spot something behind the camera. His hand reaches past the camera, and then comes back into frame holding a condom. He stares at it for a long time, thinking, and then a mischievous smile tugs his lips.

  He turns back to Alice. He takes a long pull on his drink as he slowly makes his way back to the pool table. He weaves a bit as he walks.

  “Hello,” he says. “Can you hear me?”

  No response.

  “Hello,” he says, gently shaking her naked shoulder.

  Nothing.

  His hand is still on her shoulder. He slowly lowers it until his hand covers her breast. He begins stroking the breast, watching her face for any reaction.

  He puts down his glass and now both hands are on her breasts.

  He bends down and kisses the breasts. One of his hands drifts past her stomach and buries itself in her pubic hair.

  He suddenly stands, shakes his head. “This is crazy,” he mumbles. He veers toward the door, looks like he’s going to leave, but no, he just double checks to make sure it’s locked. He turns back to Alice.

  “What the fuck,” he says and pulls down his pants. He rips open the condom, slips it on and inserts himself into the naked, unconscious girl.

  The sight of a fifty-year-old man raping an unconscious seventeen-year-old girl horrified Syd. She remembered meeting Nick Wood in the morgue. And then pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place.

  Zachary Stone was Nick Wood’s lawyer. Nick Wood must’ve heard Stone had been killed on Saturday night. And when his son Colin was murdered by a woman on Monday night, Nick Wood realized who the killer was. But instead of telling us he hid out. Why? Because he was afraid he might be on her hit list.

  Nick Wood grunts as he comes, pulls out of Alice, rips off the used condom and tosses it into the trash.

  “Thank you for a lovely evening,” he says, and laughs. Then he pulls up his pants, grabs the bottle of Jack Daniels and leaves the room.

  “Unbelievable,” Syd said.

  “Mr. Wood had no idea his son had left the camera on. Blake told me he didn’t realize either until the next day when he was fast-forwarding through the tape looking for some frames to email. Then when the shit hit the fan at school and he got worried about me going to the cops, he called Mr. Wood and told him he knew what he did to me.”

  “And that’s why Nick Wood was willing to pay so much,” Syd said. “He couldn’t risk this tape going public, so he was willing to pay anything to stop your parents from going to the cops.”
/>   “My father sold me out for a million dollars.”

  The amount shocked Syd. She’d known there’d been a settlement, but not how much. A million dollars, wow. And that got her thinking… If Nick Wood hadn’t been recorded raping Alice, if he wasn’t personally in danger of going to jail, would he have coughed up a million dollars? Not likely.

  So if Nick Wood hadn’t raped Alice, there would have been no payoff so Alice would have gone to the police with her parents and gotten her day in court. She might never have tried to kill herself. She might never have gone to the Institute. She might have had all her childhood dreams come true.

  The real bad guy here, the ultimate bad guy, was Nick Wood.

  “So now you’ve got a problem,” Syd said. “You have another man to kill.”

  Alice looked at her, surprised. “That’s right. My plan was to just kill the four of them, Blake, Adam, Colin and that lawyer. After that, it didn’t matter. I actually wanted to get caught by the police so I could tell my story.” Alice laughed. “I had this crazy thought my story might inspire other women to fight back, stand up for themselves the way I didn’t. Men take advantage of women every day and we just let them! Well, I was sending a message with every bullet, with every amputated prick. And if other women started fighting back, started to make men pay for their cruelty, maybe, just maybe, scumbags like Colin, Adam and Blake would think twice before they rape somebody.”

  Okay, thought Syd. That’s a little nuts, but hey, she’s spent the last eleven years in a psychiatric hospital, what do you expect.

  And Syd thought she knew the answer to the next question but she asked it anyway. “Why now, Alice? Why wait eleven years?”

  “I’ve got cancer. The doctors just gave me a few months to live. They told me to use the time as productively as I could. I don’t think they had my becoming a serial killer in mind, but hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”