In Cold Blonde (29 page)

“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
celebrating 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.