Jack Parker - Photo orgy

"We're going to destroy the pictures and return all the money to every one of them," Sandy said. She had such a look of hate on her pretty face that I couldn't face her. I looked down at the floor. I could see it was impossible, that no amount of pleading was gonna change their minds.

"Are you gonna give me the pictures you took of me?" I asked. "That's only right."

Dave and Sandy looked at one another for a minute; it was obvious they hadn't even thought of this. Then Dave said, "Maybe sometime, Pete, but not just now. I think we ought to let you worry about it for a while. Just in case you get any ideas later on, about revenge or some such thing. If you behave yourself for a couple of years, well, who knows?"

Christ! I didn't want them pictures falling into the wrong hands. The thought of friends or my parents seeing me sucking cock and having my ass reamed was really frightening me. If those pictures ever got around I'd have no other choice but to leave Northridge. My ruined plan was secondary in my mind now.

"Pete, are there any other women not on this list that we ought to know about?"

I looked at him. "No," I said uncomfortably. "Why?"

"Tomorrow morning," he answered, "at nine, you and I are going to meet at the bank and you're going to withdraw every cent that's in here and give it to me." He held the book up and shook it. "We're going to return the money to these poor dolls."

"How do I know you won't keep it yourself!" I was pissed and my words shot out of my mouth.

But Dave only laughed. "You don't know," he said. "For all you know, Sandy and I might use it to go on a trip or throw a party. But there's nothing you can do about it. You have no choice. It doesn't matter to me what you think, but I'll tell you, we really are going to return it. These women have suffered enough."

"You know, Pete, you really have been a help to us, in a way," Sandy said. "Who knows, maybe we'll make some new friends." She ran her fingers over the pile of pictures. "There are a few in here I wouldn't mind meeting."

So she was bi. She plucked out a picture of Annie and Jo and held it up to me. "Who's the slim one?"

I told her and she took another look at the list of names. "Oh, yes, here she is. She and I are going to have to get together one of these days."

Not if Jo had anything to say about it, I thought.

Dave sighed, yawned, and rose. "Well, we've had a busy night," he said. "I'm ready for some sleep. Why don't you just get lost now? I'll be waiting for you in front of the bank at nine sharp." He looked at me and then turned to the two women.

"Ready for bed?"

They both said yes. The three of them followed me to the door, one on each of Dave's arms. As I went through it Sandy said, "Good night!" Then she and Larhonda giggled.

When I was out at the car unlocking the door, Larhonda stuck her head out a nearby window.

"Drive careful, now," she said. I could hear Dave and Sandy guffawing inside.

I turned to face Larhonda and gave her the finger. Black bitch! She laughed even louder and then disappeared. I couldn't understand how she could tease me and laugh at me after all the sex we'd enjoyed together.

I tore down the drive to the main road. It was slippery but I didn't care. The last few hours had been almost dreamlike, but now as I left the house behind me, the reality of my position was coming on strong. I was now cold sober and beginning to really understand what had happened. I was wiped out! All my plans were up the creek! No business in the spring, no fleet of vans with my name on them, just more of Carl's crap and the boys down at Ed's playing pool for the next fifty years.

"Oh, Geeee-zuz!" I almost ran into a tree then, but I got control and forced myself to slow down. I have to admit that more than once on that ride home, as I passed big trees and telephone poles, the thought crossed my mind. It would be easy, over in a second, and my troubles would be over for good.

But I didn't do it. I drove on home and went to bed. I didn't sleep at all. The next morning I showed up at the bank at nine. Dave was waiting for me in front. He was alone.

"Here," he said, handing over the book. We went in and I withdrew the money and handed it and the book to Dave when we were outside again. Not a word had passed between us since we went in. I turned to leave.

"Just a minute," he said. "Come with me to my car."

I followed him reluctantly and when we were sitting in his Corvette, he took out the list of names and a pen.

"Now, there's two thousand here," he said, patting his pocket. "I want you to go down this list and indicate how much each woman has paid you. Otherwise, I'll have no way of knowing who gets how much."

He gave me an almost-friendly smile as he handed me the pen and paper. I didn't say anything.

An hour later I was sitting in Ed's having a beer, out of a job. It seems Carl had gotten three calls between nine and ten from three women who each asked for me and made bold sexual cracks about my plumbing. This was all Carl needed to hear.

"… you been goofing off for weeks now and I can't take no more of it. This one broad, she says, 'Send Pete out right away, I just love the way he fills my pipe.' What is that? She sounded weird, like a colored broad or something with a load on. No, I'm sorry, Pete, you go screw around on somebody else's time."

I didn't need to wrack my brain to figure who the broads were. Larhonda and Sandy, of course, and probably Lois.

I sat in Ed's all afternoon, drinking and sulking. What a dirty thing to do, get me fired. I mean, they had the pictures and the money, wasn't that enough? If I had to think for a year, I'd get even. Oh, yeah, they hadn't heard the last from Pete Novak.

In the meantime, I was out of a job. Owning my own business seemed like such a luxury. I didn't even have a job! What the hell would I tell my folks? And jobs were hard to come by this time of the year. Maybe I'd have to wait months for something to open up.

"Hey, Ed, you hear if they're doing any hiring down at the highway department? You know, plowing and like that?"

"I don't know, Pete," he said. He was down the other end talking to a customer. "Why don't you try them?"

"Yeah," I said. Christ, me a snow shoveler!

I stayed there drinking into the night. About ten Tony came in for a sandwich. He spotted me and sat down, put in his order, and took a swallow of beer.

"I sure am sorry," he said, avoiding my eyes. "I've been trying to talk the old man into changing his mind, but so far he's not listening."

"Thanks anyway," I mumbled. "Aw, shit."

"Who were those broads?" he asked. I shook my head as if to say I didn't know. "Do you think they were some of the ones we were fooling around with?"

"Shit, I don't know," I said. "They had no cause to fuck me, those broads you're talking about. I don't know who did it."

I just wanted him to leave; I wasn't in the mood for lying or even talking to him. He did leave after his eats and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ed, gimme another beer."

At midnight I was stoned, sitting there with my head drooping and a cigarette dangling from my lips. Over in the next room I could hear some of the boys playing pool. They had been playing for at least an hour and for the same amount of time I'd debated with myself whether or not to go in and join them. I wanted to, to get my mind off my troubles, but something held me back. Those guys represented everything I had tried to rise above. Now I was with them again, with no hope of ever escaping. I didn't even want to go in there.

"Hey, Pete, wanna game?" It was Joe Azzari, sticking his head through the door.

"Yeah, all right." I swung off the stool and took a few shaky steps toward the pool room.

What the hell!