My Bad (Closed for CasualK9 & Brightwell)

[CasualK9]

Nicci hustled around to the other side of the van and hopped in the passenger seat.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Not so fast lady! I have to check the cargo." The double thumb print scanners are pressed, and the back unlocks. He opens the back door and drags the sealed container over to him. The seal is still in place. "We are good to go." He walks around to the driver's door and climbs in. He checks the GPS. 4481 Maxwell St N. "Oh that explains it. Some, how North got injected to the address. That is why we got lost."

 

[CasualK9]

The pretty, harried, wife, and mom sat in the passenger seat of a strange van with an even stranger man driving. She had never met him before today, and here she was, having to blow off work and all of her other responsibilities, and put herself in the hands of someone who seemed mentally unbalanced to say the least. He had either stolen or hidden a sex tape that has been made of her without her permission – – one that she had needed to do quite a few humiliating things to get back In the first place.

She was once again willing to do anything she needed to make sure she kept it in her possession, and she wondered if she’d ever find out what it was that she had to do.

Maybe this was it? Maybe she just needed to drive around and play along. But it was hard to shake the idea that there had to be a lot more to it.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The man reclaims his seat. Sets up his GPS. " Oh look at this!" he starts the vehicle and slowly pulls out of the ditch. The deep treads dig into the ground. And soon he is looking down the road. "I did not know Maxwell Street is so close to the hotel." He drives a few miles and adds. "Well maybe the word hotel is a bit exaggerated." He makes a turn and sees the "The Wet Hen" and he smiles deeply. The GPS tells him to go straight for 2.8 miles. Then turn right. He is quiet till he finds the 4000 block of Maxwell St.

Maxwell St. is a mixed communities of small businesses and offices. Four blocks further on he sees a sign 4481 and pulls in to the parking area. The marque outside the building shows the different businesses. He opens a metal casement. "Lets see ...." After a few seconds. "Ok I got it. Dr. Wallis Garber suite 203." He looks at the woman and smiles. "Thanks for your help." He climbs out of the vehicle and walks to the rear. Opens the door and pulls out the metal case. He closes the door and walks into the building with his cargo. "

In twenty minutes he is back to the vehicle. "All done. back to the motel. " He climbs into seat and starts the vehicle. And pulls away. He drives a few miles and pulls over. "Well what is it to be?" he pauses. "Do you mind if I break camp and get cleaned up or do you want me to take you home?" He opens his file book and looks at his orders. He makes a smirking look. "I got two days off. I got a pickup in Taylorsville at 1185 Clarinet Drive. due in two days. "You want to hang out with 10 guys?"

 

[CasualK9]

"Ten guys?" Nicci said with alarm in her voice. "Where? Here?"

They were on the side of the road, and she had no idea what to make of him or what he was talking about most of the time. What was real and what was in his mind? What was a joke and what was actionable?

Extending her left arm, Nicci turned her wrist and slipped her two-tone Rolex DateJust out from the sleeve of her oversized Champion hoodie to check the time. It was still relatively early in the morning, and she had most of the day left to sort this out. This guy, gross and weird as he was, was plenty enough to deal with on his own. But ten guys? Or nine other guys, plus him? No way. That sounded dangerous.

Then she remembered all the ‘people‘ in his head and how nutty he seemed. It all kept her so off-balance. Was he talking about them…him…whatever all of that was?

"Wait, you mean you? Aren't we already hanging out?" She sighed. "I just really want my tape back, so..."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

He smiles wolfishly. "We go back to my hotel room. And we hang out! Or I hang out and you do what comes natural." He looks at her and rubs his thighs. "OK I did say ten. Jimmy and Max are sleeping. So we have, Brandon and Billy." He pauses to think. "Chester and Andy" Then added quickly. " Mike and Thomas" He nods his head. "That's all that showed up so far so that is 6 guys. And there are two guys from overseas duties that show up now and then Carlos and Juan I doubt that they show up. So yeah 6 guys. They are all different. Billy is the talker. A glass of wine and he can talk all day long. Thomas is the ass man. All he wants is ass. Chester and Brandon like to cuddle and pet. The touchy-feely type. Mike and Andy are hard core. Any way you want it." He licks his lips.

"When we get to the room you can ask for one of them and they may come out. I cannot guarantee that guy will come out and how long he will stay. In the last 3 hours 6 guys have shown up."

 

[CasualK9]

“Well….where’s your hotel room… Billy, is it? Is it a nice place?”

Nicci was mulling her options.

”Also, just checking, but do you remember why I agreed to come out with you? Do you recall why I’m here instead of having called the cops on you at my house?”

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The man raises his hand to his mouth and bites his knuckle. "Its a shit box. It is cheap. Chester picked the place. He worries about the money." Then he sits up straight and looks at the woman. "Billy is right. Chester is a tight wad when it comes to spending money. We made 3% on that delivery. A cool 39 k going into the bank. Not bad for three days work. This is Mike, yeah, it's the video. WE all know. But Andy has a point. You were staring at my junk. I'm hung like a fucking horse. You want to go for a ride?"

 

[CasualK9]

The jaded woman looked across the van at the strange man and felt like she wanted to throw up in her mouth.

She rolled her eyes and checked her watch.

”You could be hung like whatever horse you want. I don’t even know which one of you it was that I saw, anyway. But, if I’m going in that ‘shit box,‘ you’re not only going to give me back my video, I’m taking a cut of that 39k, too.“

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

He nods his head. " You know you are right you do deserve a cut. " Then he had an idea. " Tell you what. I'll make it a package deal. Here is what I'll do. I will pull out the two hidden cameras that face the pool. Give you 10% of my contract. 50% of the royalties. And you throw in your friend on the phone. 5% if it was your mother. And give you back the video."

 

[CasualK9]

“You have hidden cameras in my pool? How? For how long? What are you even talking about?”

Nicci was getting worried. She had no idea what he was saying or how much was even true, and then suddenly he would say something lucid that suggested a lot more was going on than just some random loser.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The man smiles lightly. "Mrs. Burton, I want to assure you. I have no cameras at your home. I found the two cameras on and in the pool house." He pauses. " I mean I got to ask. How did you not know they were there?" He leans back in the vehicle. And smiles generously at her." Mrs. Burton I was in the pool house. Mike was in the CIA he set up stuff like that for the government all the time. It was easy to find. When you know what to look for."

He strokes his bread lightly while looking at her. Then gives her another wide grin." Mrs. Burton here is what I'm asking. Do we have a deal? One, I agree to share 10% of my sale and 50% of the royalties from any residuals. Two, you invite whoever you were talking on the phone this morning when Brandon waved at you. And join us for our little party. Three, your you get video. Four, I pull out all the hidden camera. And if you were talking to your mother. I'm cutting your percentage to 5%."

 

[CasualK9]

“Sale and residuals from what?” Nicci asked him. Was her pool being live-streamed on some pay per view system? Or was he talking about his weird medical sales?

She picked up her phone and texted her friend, Brandi. ‘Remember that guy from my lawn this morning? Not so harmless. Might need your help at the Wet Hen.‘

‘That shit hole?’ Brandi texted back. ‘To do what? When?’

‘No idea. Now pls.’

 

[CasualK9]

“Okay,” she sighed. “Brandi is on her way to help a sister out. Just so you know, though, she‘s married, too. no kids, but she shows her age a little more than I do. She….well, she doesn’t tend to draw the same level of….male attention that I do, if you know what I mean.”

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The man leans back in his seat and listens to Mrs. Burton. tap out her plead. He watched with growing interest. " I understand, some women are more developed than others. From what I gather God gifted you an overabundance of sexuality. And it's a good bet that your moral level steers closer to naughty then chastity." he straightens up in his seat. "I love a good plan of action. So, it's to the Wet Hen then and meet the thinner piece of my sexual sandwich." As he drives toward the Wet Hen, Brandon speaks up.

"Mrs. Burton this how it works. Our company gives us a list of places we can stay and a price range. If no listed businesses are in the area than similar accommodations are to be found. Chester found a place online that met the bottom line requirement. When we get there we find that many room may have cameras. It seems that this area is as hot bed sexual activities. And if a room has a camera that has a 'other than normal guest use' then the activity gets recorded. If the activity is illegal than the police are called. If on the other hand 'a business that can generate a revenue stream' is found. Than the room agreement is enforced, and profits are split between the producers and the distributers at a rate of 50-50. So your cut would be 25% of gross."

Chester smiles broadly. "There you go the Wet Hen. It was very busy later night." Chester drives up to a parking spot. And turns off the vehicle. "Now I can see that the idea of being videoed is not appealing to you. That presents us with a dilemma. We go back to the shit hole and get taped or you come up with an alternative location. Like say your house rear of the house and pool area."

 

[CasualK9]

“Dude, obviously….obviously…I want to go back home. it’s beautiful in my backyard. It’s a sunny day. Let’s go back to the pool. I feel safer there, too. The Wet Hen gives me the creeps, and obviously, the whole thing is based on not wanting to be taped, so…”

She picked up her phone again and texted Brandi. ‘Change of plan - my place instead.’

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Chester drifts away as Thomas inserts himself. "OK sweety I get the picture now. We climb back into your comfort zone. I find myself wondering how much debauchery has taken place around that pool. Any Andy now gets the pool lap dance. And since you have all the best goodies. Your friend will have to give up the booty to my swagger stick." Brandon breaks in. " I'm going to drive. I'm going to the motel and get our clothes and check out." He restarts the vehicle and stays quiet as he watches the traffic flow. Soon they are at the motel.

He climbs out and says. "Mrs. Burton please stay in the vehicle at this point. I need to collect and pack my clothes. If you come into the room with me. The room contract will kick in and you will find yourself where you don't want to be. So please stay in the vehicle, please."

 

[CasualK9]

"No problem!" Nic said, extending her hands. "I'm not going anywhere near that shithole."

She was already thinking about what she was going to have to do when she got back to her house, and it made her throw up in her mouth. How was she going to tell Brandi what Thomas wanted to do to her? Better Brandi than her for that, but still, this was a lot to ask from a girlfriend, even a bestie. She was planning to make sure he was clean, or better yet, wash parts of him herself before she touched him at all.

Nic sat in the car waiting for the guy with ten people inside his head, and texted her friend. 'All good?'

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

He walks into his room and looks around. It will take about 10 minutes to... and at mid-thought he looks at the shower and smiles. I'm putting Brandon and Chester on the shelf. He takes his clothes off and looks in the mirror. 'Ten years ago, you were hot. You let those losers take over your life.' He walks into the bathroom and starts with a shower. He shaves puts a light mousse in his hair. He combs it back like he did 10 years ago. He looks in the mirror. "Who the fuck are you! You look great." Suddenly feels 5 years younger. And I'm going to look it. Gone are the mixed and miss matched look. In the old grey garment bag is the tan suit. The tan suit he landed the Grossman account. And the same suite he wore when he had to testify to the select committee in Washington. In ten minutes, he walks out carrying three garment bags and three suitcases. He feels like he was just waiting for the photographer from GQ to show up. He walks up to the vehicle and opens the side door. He looks at Mrs. Burton. "I hope I look a little better."

 

[CasualK9]

"Oh, whoa," Nic said, looking up from her phone where she had been doom scrolling through TikTok. "Same guy? Which guy is this now? The clean guy? At least I won't have to wash you myself," she sighed. "Can we please get the fuck away from this shit-hole now? I need to let my dogs out to pee before we go in back."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Oh yes ma'am. So sorry I'm late showing up. My name is Juan and I will be your guide through this upcoming adventure. If you don't mind, I was planning to stop at the Pharmacy down the road to pick up a couple things. If you like there is a small green belt near the entrance and your dog can use that and we can meet back at the vehicle."

He walks over and picks up his three suitcases and returns to the vehicle. He slides each case into a slot in the custom designed vehicle. He looks back at the garment bags. He swings out a short medal bar. Then returns for the bags. He places the bags on hooks he finds in a pullout draw. He checks the interior and is satisfied. He closes the side door and walk around to the front. "Is the Parkway pharmacy in this place good? Or is the CVS better?" He asks as he opens the driver's door.

"Sorry I don't do Walmart!" He closes the door. And looks out the windshield. "Some of the other guys do. Like Chester and Brandon, they both love the place. I think it's a freak show with Chinese knock offs."

 

[CasualK9]

Nicci was beside herself dealing with this nut job. If his goal was to make her lose her mind, he was succeeding. So far, she was keeping her cool, but how long would that last? Her goal for today was serious enough that she was willing to play along. But…time was ticking away on the morning and they were already heading toward afternoon - still needing to get back to the relative safety of her own backyard.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

He drives to Parkway pharmacy and parks. "If you want to water your dog before going home now is the time " He opens the door and climbs out. "I just need a few things I should be out in a few minutes." He takes a few minutes and buys what he needs. She is in the vehicle as he returns. He looks at her. " So, your son is 9 and your daughter is old enough to drive. " He starts the vehicle and pulls out of the parking lot. "I understand a lot of more about the videos now. It's basically MILF work. Since older men, like myself, don't interest you and you let hubby fly off to foreign lands to get his jollies off. It has to be the other end of the spectrum. I mean the grocery boy?"
They turn on to her road. "I understand what happened when we got lost. Chester just gave up and Brandon fell asleep. Well, here we are. Your porn palace! Your home!"

 

[CasualK9]

He had made her mad with his comments.

"Porn palace? My home isn't a porn palace! Fuck you, dude. I don't even know who you are, and you don't know anything about me. I don't 'let' my husband fly anywhere. He's got a great job and he's a great guy, and I love him! I make six figures myself, and I don't have a...thing for younger guys. I actually much prefer older men." she said indignantly. "My problem isn't younger men. My problem is I have a thing for big dicks! I kind of can't help myself, and I don't really care who they're on!"

As soon as she said it, she saw him smirk, and she realized how dumb her last line had sounded. Why had she even bothered trying to explain herself to this weirdo?

She shook her head at herself, the things she had just said, and this weird predicament...

"Let's just go in the back by the pool," Nic sighed in resignation. "It's private and out of the way."

She opened the door to exit the van, slamming it shut and mumbling to herself outside his hearing, "I'm just going to stop by the garage on my way down and grab a grocery bag to put over your head while I suck your dick, you old creep."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

He watches as she walks away. "I hope you change. Those warmups look like a grocery bag only plastic." He climbs out of the vehicle with his shopping bag from the pharmacy. He follows her to the rear yard. He walks through the pool gate. They are both at the pool. He takes her by the hand. And she resists. "Come here I want to show you something." He walks toward the pool house. He waves her to come look. He points a decorative button near the door. "This looks like door buzzer. It's a fisheye camera. It is aimed at the pool area. Come here I will show you the wiring. "

They walk in and he points to the double twisted wire that run up the back of a beam to a small black box. There is a memory card in that box. It receives and stores the data from that camera. Now the other camera is a different kind. He walks out the pool house and around to the side. I saw the wires in the pool house going outside and I didn't even have to look to know it was there." And there it is on the back side of the pool house in the corner facing the pool. The is a mini telescopic video camera Sometimes called a keyhole special."