"Who? - Oh," Tania replied, noticing the startlingly attractive blonde who was stretching a few feet away.
"Can you believe what she is wearing?" Kris added, unable to hide her disgust at the revealing 'sports gear' the athletic woman was squeezed into.
"It's not what she's wearing, it's how..." Tania commented as they both watched the girl strut her stuff. First the girl reached way into the air with both hands, bringing herself on her tiptoes and squeaking lightly from the effort. Then, with her chest thrust out, she bent 45 degrees at the waist, thrusting her ass out enticingly. Her face scrunched into a cute little button as she held her stretch for several moments.
"What kind of a stretch is that?!" Kris said, perhaps a little too loudly, but the girl didn't seem to notice. Instead she looked over her shoulder and smiled stupidly at a tubby man in his mid-forties who happened to be passing by. The man smiled back awkwardly gripping the damp towel around his neck before almost falling over some weights that were lying scattered in his path.
"God, what a airhead!" Tania exclaimed and started laughing.
"SShht!" Kris interrupted, "She is coming this way!"
The two watched as the girl walked right towards them, her ass wiggling as she approached and a cheesy smile frozen on her face.
"Hi!" the girl exclaimed brightly, "Hi! I'm Bambi!"
"I'm sure you are." Tania answered coldly, barely containing her mirth.
The girl looked perturbed for a moment, but then continued in a hushed tone, "Wow, aren't the men in here great?!"
The two friends looked at each other for a moment and then laughed outright. "You've got to be kidding!" Kris said, surveying the room; there was not one man that might have caught her attention.
"Yeah..." Tania replied, "Really great... but you know what? I bet they are even better at other gyms!"
"Yeah!" Kris chipped in, mimicking Bambi's high pitched voice, "I bet they're lots and lots of men at the gym just down the street!"
Bambi stared at the two women for a long time as if trying to decide whether they were making fun of her or whether they were telling the truth. Finally her face fell. "Why are you two so mean?!" she blurted, planting her hands on her hips and fighting back the big tears that threatened to well up in her eyes. Finally she span around and marched to the locker room. A few minutes later the two friends watched her rush out of the gym.
"Wow, um, I think I feel bad." Kris admitted to Tania.
"Me too, I guess we really are mean, huh?" Tania replied, shaking her head.
"Yeah... and stupid too. It would have been fun to watch her pick up all these men!"
"Yeah, a real Greek comedy!" Tania exclaimed, laughing.
"Do you think, on top of it, that maybe she's bi?" Kris added, laughing even harder.
"Oh, banish the thought!"
"Oh my god, could you even imagine?! Maybe she was trying to pick us up!" Kris exclaimed.
The two friends laughed long and hard after that. (Note from author: Hee Hee Hee :) )
It wasn't until two days later that things really started to happen. Kris and Tania decided to have a "girl's night out" - something they did periodically to get away from their boyfriend's and to feel free. Actually it served a number of purposes: not only did they get space from their boyfriends but they also invariably got the attention of countless men trying to pick them up. This in turn always made their boyfriends burn with jealousy as they imagined what is going on - all in all, it worked out beautifully for the girls. They felt solidarity with each other and got to bask in their power over men.
The evening began around eight with coffee and conversation at a local coffee shop conveniently located near both their apartments. The girls chatted and laughed and joked for an hour or so before finally getting down to the serious issue of deciding where to go out for the night. After some deliberation they decided to go to Golden Helmet - a large, multistory converted warehouse that spun Techno, Latin, and reggae on each of its floors. On a Saturday night their would be lines snaking out the door, and the bouncers would turn away most of the trash. If you wanted to get in you would have to dress your very best. The two girls had no problem doing that - as a matter of course neither of them had ever once been turned away from anywhere.
So forty minutes later they met again, this time dressed to kill. Kris had on a shiny pink miniskirt, huge stylish platform shoes and a tight strapless shirt that left most of her stomach and midriff exposed. Tania was dressed in tight, curve-hugging latex stretch pants with a simple white cotton top that would glow brilliantly under the black light. This, together with all their brightly colored bracelets and jewelry, made them quite a sight to see as they hailed a taxi and jumped in.
When they arrived at the club they could already hear the steady thump of the bass vibrating through the walls. Predictably there was an enormous line of fellow partygoers hoping to get inside. Everyone was dressed in his or her very best, shifting from heel to heel as they waited impatiently to be let in. Although there was a variety of men, it seemed to the two friends that there was mostly a Latin crowd.
"Oh well, guess were going to have to dance a lot of Salsa!" Tania exclaimed, twirling Kris playfully.
"Not too much Salsa, ok?" Kris replied, frowning slightly, "I hate all those grease balls pawing me."
"Ok - whatever - we have all night!" Tania exclaimed gleefully. Just then a large black bouncer approached them and picked them out from the crowd.
"Girls, girls," he said gesturing to them chivalrously and directing them to the entrance, "please right this way."
Some of the other people in the line immediately behind and in front of Kris and Tania began to mumble and bitch as the two beautiful girls were allowed to cut the line. Tania turned back and shrugged innocently as if to say, "Sorry these things happen" but it only seemed to rub it in for the poor people that had to wait for another half and hour on the sidewalk.
A few minutes later they were surrounded by gyrating bodies, cigarette smoke, loud music and flashing strobe lights. Almost instantly they felt the addictive beat of the music and were rejuvenated with energy. The two women ordered drinks and began to dance together playfully and seductively in the way only indescribably hot women can. All around them men watched appreciatively, trapped in that amorphous state between lust and agony. Within minutes they had suitors dancing up to them - men with their hair done up, men with their shirts half-unbuttoned, men with piercing and tattoos, men with muscles bounding from their arms, men that were painfully tall and handsome, and men that didn't have a chance in hell of finding a date. They all approached with varying degrees of subtlety and confidence and the two women handled them with ease - dancing for a while with whom they fancied and ignoring the others. When they got tired of someone they might simply turn back to each other and dance happily until he got the clue to leave. Or, if he was particularly dull, they might change locations on the dance floor or even take a bathroom break.
It was on one of these transitions that Kris saw her.
"Oh my GOD, Tania... Isn't that the girl from the health club?!" She said, freezing in place and signaling towards someone in the crowd.
"Holy shit - it is!!" Tania answered in glee as they both watched the blonde jump and bounce awkwardly in the center of a circle of lascivious men. They had all surrounded her like vultures ready to swoop for the easy kill.
They watched for a while as the girl obliviously rubbed and bounced her body against the excited men. Finally, growing bored of the spectacle, Kris said she had to go to the bathroom.
"You stay here and see if you can learn anything from Bambi - I'll be RIGHT back." Kris joked.
"Uh-hum" Tania answered absent-mindedly, returning a seductive smile to a good-looking man a few tables down the way.
Kris hurried to the bathroom, but finding the first floor bathrooms impossibly over crowded she made her way up to the second floor, and finally the third floor, where there were much fewer people. She ran into the stalls and relieved herself. When she came out there was only two other women inside the bathroom retouching their make-up. Kris opened her purse and took out her lipstick.
Just then, to her great surprise, Bambi stumbled into the bathroom, evidently very, very drunk.
Kris smiled as she watched the girl stumble towards the toilets, hoping that she wouldn't notice her, but unfortunately Bambi recognized her right away.
"Hey," she said, barely able formulate the words, "Aren't you the meany from the gym?"
"That's me!" Kris answered, hoping to get rid of her quickly by continuing to be cold.
"You're a Bitch!" she said, slurring the word as she staggered. The two other ladies in the bathroom looked at each other.
"Now Bambi that's not very nice..." Kris said, getting more annoyed.
"B - I -T - C - H" she said, spelling out the letters slowly. She was standing between Kris and the doorway. The two other women in the bathroom quickly packed up their stuff and hurried out of the toilet, unwilling to be caught up in a catfight.
"Look you stupid slut, why don't you go fuck a football team or something." Kris retorted, surprised by her own viciousness.
Bambi watched the last two ladies leave the bathroom, then, without even the slightest hint of drunkenness, she locked the door behind them. When she turned to face Kris the doey-eyed, bimbo smile had completely vanished and was replaced by a steely coldness that sent chills down Kris's spine.
Even as Kris realized there was something very wrong it all started happening. The athletic blond balled up her fist and pummeled it into Kris's stomach, doubling her in half. Then, grabbing a tussle of her hair, she brought her knee up hard into her stomach, completely knocking the air out with a hollow pop.
"A football team?" She asked Kris as she pulled her up by her hair, "I <SLAM> already <SLAM> have <SLAM> !" She repeatedly drove her knee into Kris's stomach as she said the words. Kris felt like she was going to vomit when the last blow hit her - her world started to blur.
Bambi span Kris around and slammed her over the sink so that she was bent over doggie-style. In the mirror Kris could see her reflection wavering in and out of focus. Then, to her absolute horror, she realized Bambi was holding a long needle. Before she could react she saw her wind back and jam it forward right between her legs. The sharp needle easily punched through the thin fabric of her skirt and sank a full inch into the soft spot between her ass and her pussy. Kris yelped at the sudden pain, and began to try to struggle, but her heart sank as she felt her attacker press down on the end of the needle and inject the full dose of the mysterious drug into her.
Bambi stepped back and looked down on her with a sadistic sneer. With her pouty lips pulled back the way they were she looked truly evil.
"Stupid slut, huh? I'm going to make sure that when they're done with you you're going to have trouble saying your NAME without a mouthful of cock to help you!" she squealed.
Kris tried to push herself up - to escape, but there seemed to be no strength left in her arms. There was an incredible burning sensation, as if someone had put a hot coal inside her womb and it was quickly spreading throughout the rest of her body like a cloud. Her vision started to blur - black and red splotches swimming across her eyes. Soon she could see two or three Bambi's melding in and out of focus in the mirror.
Bambi watched Kris with malevolent glee - she knew the woman bent over before her was riding a roller coaster of conflicting sensations. After all, she has just injected her with a soup of potent drugs. The men at the organization had told her to make it hurt, and to make it humiliating, and she had. She watched with obvious lust as the poor girl's body started to convulse. Kris was beautifully built - she hoped she would be there when she finally broke.
There was a long, long silence as Bambi watched and waited. Kris lay
still for the most part moving and shifting slightly. Then she began to
giggle and Bambi knew it was time. She quickly dragged the limp woman into
one of the stalls and rushed out of the bathroom.
After some time there were some voices outside the door - it was Bambi's familiar high-pitched whine. "Right through here boys," she said, "Believe me you won't be disappointed!"
Kris heard the shuffling of a lot of footsteps, then suddenly the stall door swung open and blinded her with light. Covering her eyes partially with her hand she looked up to see three men staring back at her with Bambi in the middle - they were Latinos - dressed in full club gear with gold chains and bright shirts and sweat on their foreheads. Kris couldn't help but laugh, "I'm fucked now!" she blurted, almost doubling over in laughter.
Bambi closed the stall door and addressed the men, "Now, remember, it is pay first, one at a time and NO MARKS! Also, don't forget to say what I told you."
Kris could hear money being exchanged and then male voices presumably arguing over who was first. Then she heard the lock on the main door to the bathroom click and even in her delirious state she knew she was trapped. For a brief moment she even thought about crawling to the next stall in the ludicrous hope that maybe they wouldn't find her there, but her hopes were dashed as the stall door swung open and the first man stepped in. He was smiling broadly and unbuckling his belt.
In a few seconds she was staring at the man's penis - he held it there in front of her mouth expectantly. All the time she thought she was going to get fucked and raped and now she realized that she was expected to do the work! She laughed so hard at that that she almost fell off the toilet seat. The man said something in Spanish and pressed his dick forward, bumping it into her nose and cheek. It tickled so much that she laughed again - she kept laughing as the penis circled awkwardly around her nose and lips and even her chin.
In the end she didn't know why she did it. Maybe it was because she felt sorry for the guy. Maybe it was because she knew that she had no choice. Maybe it was because of the drugs, but she let it pop into her mouth for a moment. The Latin guy instantly moaned, which drew a round of cheers from his mates standing around outside. "Yo, Ricky, is she good?" one of them said.
Kris let it out of her mouth - she had only wet the first inch or so - only the head, but the whole thing was slick with sweat. It tasted of penis - that earthy, indescribable smell of underwear and sweat and maleness. She let it back into her mouth a full three inches, closing her lips around it and pulling them back up its length like she was sucking an ice-cream cone. It made an audible "pop" as it sprang out of her mouth and that made her laugh like crazy. Somehow, too, the taste turned her on incredibly - she knew it was the drugs.
Then she felt the guy's hand in her hair. He grabbed her just at the nape of the neck and she knew he was getting impatient. In fact, to her great surprise, she realized that she was getting impatient too, and with unexpected zeal she buried him in her face.
Ricky's sudden groan brought another squeal of hooting from his buddies along with a higher-pitched cackle from Bambi. After a little while one of the guys outside the booth moaned too and even in Kris's foggy state she knew that Bambi was too turned on to wait and let Kris have all the fun.
Once she had started then the rest was automatic. For the next few minutes the only thing on her mind was the feeling of the man's penis sliding in and out of her mouth. Spit and saliva were gathering at the edges of her mouth and running down her chin as the man sloshed in and out - her whole world was abuzz as she waited for him. She felt strangely happy - almost serene. She supported her body with her hands on the walls of the booth as he drove himself forward into her mouth.
As the rhythm grew Kris fell into a haze. She felt a frantic, deep pressure inside her trying to get out. At first she couldn't identify what she was feeling but as her fingers inadvertently found the graffiti scratched on the wall she suddenly realized that the thought of what she was doing was turned her on immensely. She closed her eyes and let the man slide in decisively - an extra two inches into her mouth.
She began to bob much faster after that - soon she wasn't even thinking about the guy anymore - it was herself she was thinking about. She just wanted it - plain and simple - she wanted it so bad she could hardly stand it. She started suckling the thing into her mouth with all her being - taking it in completely. She was so lost in the act that she was completely surprised when the man started to tense up, saying something in Spanish. Then she felt the first splash of his sperm in her mouth.
At that moment the man slammed forward and started spurting it into her mouth - with a thick Latin accent he said, "You love this, don't you? You love this, you slut." And she knew that she did. Then he completely emptied himself into her throat, holding himself there as she swallowed around it. Finally he pulled out. She gasped as she watched him leave. She couldn't believe it, but she had almost cum. She really felt like a slut - the frantic pressure she had felt before was even worse now - she was mad with lust.
She watched in an incoherent daze as the next guy came in. She didn't resist at all when he began to hike up her skirt and pull down her panties. In fact she watched with curious fascination as they slid down. Her legs flopped back down to the floor as he had pulled her panties completely off. It made her laugh.
The Latin guy must have been sex-crazed to see her like she was - glassy-eyed, flushed pink with glistening lips and a "I'll fuck anything" look in her eyes. Quickly he hoisted her up off the seat, slid underneath her and sat back down facing the back wall. Her legs were straddling him on either side and his erection shot straight up below her. She giggled and half-moaned as he grabbed her ass and positioned himself at the opening to her pussy; her skirt bunched up around her waist. Then he thrust upward, impaling her as he let her weight pull her down onto him.
Kris was suddenly catapulted into in ecstasy - the coal like fire in her belly re-ignited. She had never felt anything even remotely like it. She had no idea it would feel this good. The thing entering her from below hit exactly the spot that it needed to. It was the exact release she sought. She complied breathlessly as the guy started fucking her - her body rocking up and down over him. She was only vaguely aware of the cold metal piping of the toilet digging into the small of her back. She was only vaguely aware of her knees bumping against the sides of the stall - thumping and clanging in time with his thrusts. She was only vaguely aware of his breath on her neck or his stubble rubbing against her soft skin.
She had no idea who it was that was fucking her, or even if he spoke English, but looking down on him she knew that she loved him - loved what he was doing to her.
Suddenly she became aware of another thumping sound - it was Bambi getting rocked against the stalls from outside, even in her delirium Kris knew she was getting fucked by the third guy. She could hear her high-pitched grunts, her voice ringing like a bell, "Fuck me! You bad Boy! Pound me - ugh - YES - Do me - do it - deeper - ugh - Yes!"
Bambi was fucking the guy like an animal, egging him on - by her voice Kris knew that Bambi was already cumming. Bambi's ecstatic shrieks made Kris jealous. Kris wanted that feeling too - Kris wanted release too. She started moving herself up and down - gyrating her hips in tight flicks and turns across the Latin man's lap. She wanted it as bad as Bambi. She started slamming up and down on her Latino - she bit her bottom lip as she drove downwards trying to get it all inside her. She wanted it. She needed it.
As she squeezed him in between her thighs she felt the guy seize - even as she felt his sperm shoot into her she drove downwards with increasing haste. She was almost there. She drilled herself onto him with blinding speed, rocking both their bodies against the bathroom stool until she finally screeched with all her might, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" - a tidal wave orgasm crashing through her. She dug her fingernails into his back as her mind was overwhelmed with pleasure. Then everything turned black.
She vaguely remembered stumbling out of the toilet hanging heavily on Bambi's arm. The bouncy, athletic girl was smiling down on her lavishly. She said to Kris, simply, "welcome." Kris knew what she meant - although she denied it at the time, Kris knew deep down that she was already becoming one of them.
There was a rapping at the door - who knows how long people had been
waiting outside - with all the fucking going on, Kris had not even heard
the banging. The five of them - three satisfied men and two luscious women
stumbled out into the crowd of angry faces. What a sight it must have been!
Shortly afterwards Kris passed out in a drugged haze.
She lay in bed for a few more moments listening to the muted fucking filtering through the wall - it was intensely powerful. She could hear the woman screaming out in what must have been a mind-shattering multi-orgasm. Then she sat up.
Immediately chills shot up her spine as she saw the note taped to the TV. In bright red lipstick someone had written, "Don't call the police! We have her."
There was an arrow from the letter "r" in "her" to the 'on' button on the TV. Kris didn't know what to do. She looked around in terror, but there was no one there. Then she noticed the phone sitting by her bedside. It had a large "X" scrawled on its dial pad.
She sat shivering for a few minutes, then slowly, with great dread, she approached the TV and took off the note. She sat back on the edge of the bed and turned on the TV.
Slowly the picture lit up - it was a grainy shot of a woman on her hands and knees being reamed from behind by a large black man. The video was obviously amateur - taken by a cheap camcorder. The woman was thrashing her head back and forth so her face was mostly hidden in an angry splash of dark black hair but her features looked vaguely familiar. When she realized who it was she screamed in utter shock.
"OH MY GOD, TANIA!" she screamed, running in a half-circle frantically. She didn't know what to do. At first she made for the door until she realized that she was only half dressed, then she looked back at the TV only to see Tania bending down farther and pressing her chest and face into the bed, giving the man behind her deeper access. Suddenly Kris recognized the room - it looked the same as her motel room.
"She's next door!" she blurted, slowly coming to the realization that she had been listening to her best friend being fucked all this time. She had no idea how long.
"OH MY GOD Tania! Tania!" she screamed as she ran to the wall and started pounding on it with her open hand and calling her friend's name. Glancing back at the TV she could see that Tania had buried her face in a pillow and was screaming into it as her body shook. The black guy, too, was tipping his head back, evidently cumming hard and deep into her best friend. In the background she could see another man waiting to take his turn.
"NO! Please NO!" Kris screamed, but suddenly the picture went blank. In the silence that followed there was no more creaking or muffled moaning from next door - nothing but the steady crackling of the snowy gray TV screen and Kris's sobbing.
Then the phone rang.
Kris jumped in fright and stared at it. With trembling fingers she picked it up and brought it to her ear.
"Kris?" a deep male voice said on the other end.
Kris remained silent.
"We are the Organization." the voice continued.
In the other room the creaking began again - Kris could hear her friend moan deeply.
"You BASTARDS!" she screamed, "STOP IT! Stop! Please leave us ALONE!" She was petrified and hysterical.
"Now Kris..." the voice on the other end took on a condescending tone.
"You fucking bastards! Stop or...or I'm going to call the police!" she screamed, looking down at the sticky red buttons with the "X" on them.
There was silence on the other end. Then the TV went back on. Kris could see Tania again: she was still on her knees but another man was behind her, drilling her wildly. The man grabbed a tussle of her hair and pulled her head back so that it clearly faced the camera. Tania's eyes were wild and frantic - she was definitely drugged, but Kris could see, even through the poor quality of the video, an intense desperation. The girl was utterly overwhelmed - she had no defenses. Spittle shot from her mouth as the guy behind her drove forward sending her full breast sloshing forward and then back. Her hands clenched and it looked like she was going to cum again. Then Kris watched in terror as the man picked up a large silver gun with his free hand and pressed it between her friend's shoulder blades.
The man rode her like that, using her hair as a handle to pump himself into her. If Tania was aware of the gun she didn't make a sign, instead she grunted deeply every time the man slapped into her.
"NO!" Kris screamed again, "No! Please!"
"Kris..." the voice on the phone resumed, even and steady, "Kris, shut up."
Kris continued screaming all the same, pounding on the wall with one hand hysterically and crying in great heaving fits. The man continued to talk quietly.
"...You have a choice, Kris, but you must make it quickly. You must promise to obey - or your friend dies. It's that simple. We'll have a race - if you can promise to follow my directions before your friend cums then she lives...but if she cums first, then she dies..."
"Wha..?" Kris stuttered, not quite understanding. She looked at the TV and saw Tania arching her back.
"I'm sure you'll hear the shot." The man added, helpfully.
"What? OK! Ok - whatever you say!" she quickly agreed.
"Say the words, Kris."
Kris looked at her friend. Tania was really almost there - her eyes were shut, her mouth open, her hands clenched tight, her back arched...
"I'll obey! I'll obey!" she screamed just as her friend screeched like a cannon shooting off. The orgasm was long and hard. The man behind her held her hair tightly, pulling her head back and pouring his sperm into her steadily. Kris could see the lacy web of Tania's veins outlined against her neck muscles as they bulged and strained. Her eyes fluttered open briefly revealing nothing but white. Then she came again as the man slapped his wet member once more deep into her and held himself inside, riding her contractions. Her voice seemed to die in her throat with a gurgle - Tania experienced the rest of her tremendous orgasm in silence.
The TV screen went blank.
There was no shot.
"OK, Kris, This is what I want you to do..." The voice resumed.
"...Go to your home and prepare for a long trip." The voice continued, "Water your plants, find someone to sit for your cat, and pack plenty of clothes. I want you to call your boyfriend and tell him that you are going on a business trip. When everything is done you will receive a phone call: answer the phone and await further instructions. Oh, and Kris, don't do anything stupid."
There was a click on the other end followed by the steady blare of the dial tone. Kris sat perfectly still, lost in thought, until the annoying chime of the phone company brought her back to reality, "...If you would like to make a phone call please hang up and try again." A few moments later she was throwing on her clothes and rushing out the door. There was already a taxi waiting for her outside. As the car pulled away she could see the plain white door of the room adjacent to hers. Behind it she knew that her best friend was in trouble. There was probably another man fucking her at that very moment.
She arrived at her apartment quickly and began to do as she was told. First she threw her suitcase on her bed and began to fill it with clothes. She had no idea what to pack for, but somehow she knew it didn't really matter. Then she rushed around watering her plants. She looked briefly in the mirror and was horrified to see her face: tears streaked her cheeks and her eyes were swollen and puffy. She looked hysterical. Finally she stopped and watched her cat that was purring up at her affectionately.
"What do they want from me?" she asked the cat, but there was no response.
She rushed to the phone and called her next door neighbor, Mrs. Fitzgerald.
"Hello, Mrs. Fitzgerald, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" She said, desperately trying to sound normal.
"Kris? Is that you honey? What's wrong?" the woman's elderly voice answered.
"Uh, nothing, uh... I am in a real big hurry and I have to go away for a while," she stuttered, "I was wondering if you could, maybe, look after snowball... Would that be OK?"
"Why, of course Honey, anything for you. My...I hope nothing is wrong."
"NO! No, nothing." Kris blurted, "I just have to, uh, go on a trip with my company. That's all."
"OK... well I'll just stop over and pick her up.."
"Um, yeah, well I'll just leave the keys in your mailbox instead- I really have to go!" Kris said as she hung up the phone. Then she picked up again and started dialing her boyfriend's cell phone. Her hand trembled as she pressed the keys. She needed help - she thought frantically about how to warn him.
"Shit! Shit!" she said as she listened to the phone ring endlessly - then the voicemail picked up.
"Hi! This is Tom's voicemail. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible." The message ran.
"Hi! Tom - I...I'm going to go away for a little while... I really, really wanted to talk to you before I left. Um, I'm...I don't know how long I'll be gone. But don't worry, I'll call as soon as I can!" She hung up quickly. She was about to tell him that she was in trouble, but then she thought of Tania and her voice froze.
As soon as she put down the phone it began to ring again. She stared at the phone in shock, then slowly picked it up.
"Hello?" She answered tentatively.
"Good job Kris," it was the same voice as at motel, "I'm pleased that you didn't jeopardize your friend's health. We are quite enjoying her alive."
"Bastards." Kris seethed.
"Kris - tell me, why do you think we are going through all the trouble of making you water your plants?"
She was stumped at that.
"Kris - we want you to know that there is a home for you to return to -a life for you to continue - but only if you cooperate."
"But why me? What is this? What is going on? Who are you? What are you doing to Tania and what do you want from me?!" Kris blurted in a steady stream of questions.
"We are the Organization." The voice answered smoothly.
"What the fuck is the Organization?!"
"That will become clear to you soon. All your questions will be answered soon - and you will see your friend again too. Only, now, you must drop off your key at Mrs. Fitzgerald's and get into the waiting taxi downstairs." Again the phone was hung up with a click.
Kris grabbed her suitcase and marched out of the house. Somehow the last conversation bolstered her spirits - if they made her water her plants then they would let her come home. When she arrived at Mrs. Fitzgerald's mail slot she found the elderly woman standing guard, a look of concern etched on her face.
"Kris - you are in such a state! Tell me, what's bothering you child? Is it your parents? Is it Tom? Is it your work?"
Kris wanted to cry. She wanted to curl into the old woman's arms and just cry. She put down her suitcase and looked at the woman for a long time. Somehow the elder woman seemed so solid, so healthy, so precious. Somehow it gave her new hope. The old woman's apron and gloves, her tender eyes, her wrinkled face were all so perfect and pure. Kris smiled painfully and reassured her that everything is fine.
"But your eyes - you've been crying." The old woman said.
"Yes..." Kris answered. "but everything is better now."
She handed her the key and ran down the stairs to the waiting taxi.
It was time to get some answers.
The taxi stopped in front of a large marble stairway that led up to a huge set of wooden doors. The building looked old and imposing - a recognizable landmark if she had any idea about these things. She thought, painfully, that any of her friends would have probably recognized it as soon as they saw it. They would have at least known where they were. She promised herself to pay more attention to her surroundings from then on.
She got out of the taxi and slowly made her way up the stairs - her suitcase in one hand. There was a large black man wearing black sunglasses sitting in a small chair at the top. He was so large that his suit seemed ready to tear at all the seams as his bulk pressed out on them. Folds of skin and muscle sprang out around his starched white collar. A thin white wire ran from his earpiece down behind his expensive-looking tie and into his inside jacket pocket. He smiled at her warmly and gestured towards the open door.
"The Organization?" she asked stupidly.
"Right through here..." he said, letting his eyes sweep her figure from head to toe.
Kris walked through the open door and into the long shaded hallway. Her heart sank as she heard the door shut behind her and bolt. She was truly inside and she had no idea what to expect.
The end of chapters 6 through 10