CrimsonMaiden
Pretty in Pink
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Tori
Tori opened the front door and nearly tripped over a package lying on the step as she headed out to check the mail.
"Stupid postman," she muttered as she stooped to pick up the padded envelope that had been left so carelessly. It took a moment for her to realize there was something strange about it. There was no address, no postmark, no return... only her first name scrawled across the front of the manilla paper.
Instead of continuing on to the mailbox, Tori turned and went back inside, curiousity getting the better of her. She didn't recognize the handwriting. Ripping open the envelope, she tipped it and a rectangular black object dropped into her waiting hand. A videotape. No label. She shook the envelope to make sure nothing was trapped inside and a folded white sheet of paper fluttered to the floor.
Tori retrieved it and read the words, which confused her more than she already was.
Go to Genova Park on Saturday. Bring your cell phone. Wear only a blouse and knee length skirt. Nothing else... and I mean nothing. Be there by noon... unless you want this tape to be shown to your husband.
What on Earth?
She walked into the living room and popped the tape into the vcr. The room filled with the sounds of slurping and grunting before the image of a woman, with her back to the camera, kneeling in front a man came onto the screen. Both were naked...
There was something familiar about her...
Curly auburn hair cascaded past her shoulders, the rich redness in stark contrast to her creamy skin... OH MY GOD!
It couldn't be... but it was. The naked woman, wantonly giving a blow job to some unknown man whose face was blurred, was Tori.
In shock, she stumbled backwards until her legs connected with the sofa and she fell back into it. Confusion and horror flooded her brain. This had to be some trick, some kind of editing. She would know if she had cheated on her husband, right? And the man in the video was definitely not Tori's husband.
What do you want? she heard the male voice ask. Whose voice was that? It skirted across the edge of her subconscious and then was gone.
Fuck me! Tori heard herself scream. Fuck me in the ass!
Oh shit. It was worse than she thought. Unable to tear her eyes away from the screen, Tori watched in morbid fascination as she crawled onto the bed on all fours, her heavy breasts swaying from the movement. The man gripped her curvy hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he pushed forwards. Tori's face was cleary shown. She was looking directly into the camera.
Burning heat rushed up her body as she heard herself scream, "Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard!" That was it, Tori couldn't watch anymore. As she walked unsteadily to the tv, she noticed a time/date stamp in the corner of the screen.
July 4, 2004, it read.
The neighborhood block party. She got smashed. The kind of smashed where you don't remember your name the next day, not to mention what might have happened in your life the previous day. Tori was fucked... totally and thoroughly fucked.
Saturday came and she made some excuse to her hubby about a shopping trip and headed towards Genova Park. Luckily, Tori didn't have to worry about being discovered by Greg since this park was 45 minutes away from home. A few mintues before noon, she parked alongside the street and entered the park. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do once she got there. Who was meeting her here? What did he want from her?
Tori opened the front door and nearly tripped over a package lying on the step as she headed out to check the mail.
"Stupid postman," she muttered as she stooped to pick up the padded envelope that had been left so carelessly. It took a moment for her to realize there was something strange about it. There was no address, no postmark, no return... only her first name scrawled across the front of the manilla paper.
Instead of continuing on to the mailbox, Tori turned and went back inside, curiousity getting the better of her. She didn't recognize the handwriting. Ripping open the envelope, she tipped it and a rectangular black object dropped into her waiting hand. A videotape. No label. She shook the envelope to make sure nothing was trapped inside and a folded white sheet of paper fluttered to the floor.
Tori retrieved it and read the words, which confused her more than she already was.
Go to Genova Park on Saturday. Bring your cell phone. Wear only a blouse and knee length skirt. Nothing else... and I mean nothing. Be there by noon... unless you want this tape to be shown to your husband.
What on Earth?
She walked into the living room and popped the tape into the vcr. The room filled with the sounds of slurping and grunting before the image of a woman, with her back to the camera, kneeling in front a man came onto the screen. Both were naked...
There was something familiar about her...
Curly auburn hair cascaded past her shoulders, the rich redness in stark contrast to her creamy skin... OH MY GOD!
It couldn't be... but it was. The naked woman, wantonly giving a blow job to some unknown man whose face was blurred, was Tori.
In shock, she stumbled backwards until her legs connected with the sofa and she fell back into it. Confusion and horror flooded her brain. This had to be some trick, some kind of editing. She would know if she had cheated on her husband, right? And the man in the video was definitely not Tori's husband.
What do you want? she heard the male voice ask. Whose voice was that? It skirted across the edge of her subconscious and then was gone.
Fuck me! Tori heard herself scream. Fuck me in the ass!
Oh shit. It was worse than she thought. Unable to tear her eyes away from the screen, Tori watched in morbid fascination as she crawled onto the bed on all fours, her heavy breasts swaying from the movement. The man gripped her curvy hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he pushed forwards. Tori's face was cleary shown. She was looking directly into the camera.
Burning heat rushed up her body as she heard herself scream, "Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard!" That was it, Tori couldn't watch anymore. As she walked unsteadily to the tv, she noticed a time/date stamp in the corner of the screen.
July 4, 2004, it read.
The neighborhood block party. She got smashed. The kind of smashed where you don't remember your name the next day, not to mention what might have happened in your life the previous day. Tori was fucked... totally and thoroughly fucked.
Saturday came and she made some excuse to her hubby about a shopping trip and headed towards Genova Park. Luckily, Tori didn't have to worry about being discovered by Greg since this park was 45 minutes away from home. A few mintues before noon, she parked alongside the street and entered the park. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do once she got there. Who was meeting her here? What did he want from her?
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