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Risk Management



   By Ed Rider



   "You have to break the pattern," Serena was saying.  "If you think you
can keep doing the same things and get different results, that means you
are crazy."

   I was pretending to listen and hoping she couldn't tell I was tuning her
out.  I reminded myself again that she was my oldest and dearest friend.  I
could always cry on her shoulder, and I knew she was loyal and would never
hesitate to help me out of a jam.  In the last few years, I've had to
remind myself a lot about her good qualities as she's been getting
increasingly unsufferable.

   It's not just the platitudes that she dispenses as advice on how to
improve myself.  What's infuriating is that she seems to think she's
perfect.  She would never put it in those words, but it's clear from the
way she always uses herself as an example to illustrate the right way to do
something, as opposed to the wrong way, in which I'm always the example.

   Serena's air of superiority and her condescension is particularly
galling when it comes to our love lives.  As far as I can see, there's not
much difference between us.  I can't find a good man, and she can't keep
one.  We end up in the same place.  But that's not how Serena sees it.

   "When you engage in risky behavior, you're asking to get hurt," she was
saying.  "You're putting yourself in situations that have a high
probability of getting you in trouble.  Like if you're dressed slutty and
walking down a deserted street in a bad part of town.  You're asking for
something bad to happen to you.  And there's no one else to blame when it
happens."

   "OK," I said, interrupting her lecture.  "I know I let myself get
carried away if he's good looking and puts on a good act, but you spent two
years with Harvey, and now we're both sitting in this restaurant without a
man in our lives.  So if I did what you did, how would it be any
different?"

   It only stopped her for a second.  "I have a man in my life," she said,
"and anyway, what happened with Harvey has nothing to do with what I'm
talking about."

   She wanted to get back to giving advice, but this was the first
interesting thing I had heard through dinner, and I wasn't going to let go.
"What do you mean, you have a man in your life?  Who is he?"

   "You wouldn't know him," said Serena.  "He just arrived in town a couple
of weeks ago.  I'm meeting him later."

   "Is that why you're dressed like that?" I said.  I had asked her earlier
about why she was showing so much cleavage, and why her skirt was up to her
ass.  She brushed aside my questions and also wouldn't tell me why she was
wearing makeup heavy enough for a streetwalker.  I had never seen her
looking like this in all the years I'd known her.

   "Blade is an art photographer, and he showed me some of his amazing
pictures," she said.  "The models are all over the top, and the lighting is
garish, but the total effect is really striking.  He asked me if I was too
shy to look like that in public, and he said he thought I could pull it
off."

   "Blade is an unusual name," I said, "but I've heard it before and not
long ago.  What do you know about him?"

   "I looked him up online, if that's what you mean," she said.  "He's
legit.  There's a big website, and lot of galleries in New York have his
photos."

   "How did you meet him?" I said.

   "It was an accident," she said.  "He was at this bar where I sometimes
go with some friends after work.  Anyway, I can't tell you much about him
yet.  Tonight is only the second time I'm going out with him."

   Something popped into my mind about the name "Blade." It was like an
alarm.  All of a sudden, I felt like warning Serena about Blade, but I
couldn't think of a single reason why, especially if he was a legitimate
artist.  If I said anything, she'd say I was stupid and superstitious, and
she would probably be right.

   "Let's get back to Harvey," I said.  "You have to admit, you wasted two
years with him."

   "No I didn't," she said.  "It was a learning experience.  I found out
what I wanted in a man and what I didn't want."

   "What more could you want than what Harvey gave you," I said.  "He was a
hunk, and he was smart and funny and kind and successful.  He worshipped
the ground you walked on.  He would do anything you wanted him to do.  You
two couldn't get enough of each other.  But now you've lost him."

   "I was the one who dumped him," she said.  "I didn't lose him."

   "I know," I said.  "And I know how you did it.  No matter what he did to
you, how could you humiliate and belittle him like that?  You didn't just
break his heart.  You almost destroyed him."

   I could tell that someone had brought this up to Serena before, because
her answer sounded prepared.

   "What you said shows just why I was right in getting rid of him," she
said.  "I didn't do anything to him in public.  It was his idea to go
around telling everyone what I said."

   "So you really said those things to him," I said.  "When he told me, I
thought he was delusional.  Nobody could be that cruel.  You verbally
emasculated him."

   "I just told him what he needed to hear," she said.  "It was for his own
good.  I hoped it would help him change so he wouldn't let women run all
over him."

   "Like you did?" I said.

   She ignored this.  "I heard he's much better now," she said, "so maybe
it worked."

   "Yes," I said.  "After four months of heavy therapy, he's no longer
suicidal.  But you need to be careful.  When I saw him a couple of weeks
ago and your name came up, I didn't like what he said or the tone of his
voice.  He's got the idea that he needs to get some kind of closure to be
able to move on without the mental baggage he has now.  That's how he put
it."

   "That's what I heard, too," said Serena.  "But this is a good example
for you.  Even though I know Harvey well, and I'm sure he'd never hurt a
flea, I'm still taking precautions.  Whether I'm shopping or at the club or
in the garage at work, I'm aware of myself and my situation.  I'm not
afraid of him, but I don't want any messy scenes that we would both
regret."

   "I'm glad," I said.  "Seriously, whatever I think about what you did to
him, the last thing I would ever want is for you to be hurt.  His eyes were
really scary when he was talking about you.  I even thought about calling
the police and getting information on how you could get a restraining
order, but he never said anything specific or anything that could be
interpreted as a threat."

   "I'll be careful," she said, getting up.  "I've got to go to the ladies
room.  Want to come with me?"

   "Are you worried about being alone?" I said.

   "No," she said.  "It's right over there.  You can see the entryway from
here.  If you're not coming, you can watch me."

   "OK, I'll do that," I said.

   As I watched her walk away, I thought about "Blade" again, and the same
bad feelings came back.  I decided I would say something when she returned
to the table, but I didn't.  She was a different mood.

   "I've got to go in a few minutes," she said.

   "Where are you meeting Blade?" I said.

   "Never mind," she said.  "But you know I'm not a bad person, Reese.  I
thought about it afterwards, and I agree that I was too hard on Harvey. 
Once I work up a head of steam, it's hard to stop me.  He didn't deserve
all that.  You know I really loved him for a long time.  I think maybe I
still love him, but I couldn't spend my life with someone I could squash
like an ant.  He's better off without me.  If you see him again, please
tell him that I'm sorry."

   "OK," I said, "but promise me you'll be really careful."

   "I will," she said.

   After that, we talked about other things until we paid the check.  She
was leaving the restaurant through a different exit, and about 10 seconds
after she kissed me goodbye and walked off, it hit me.  Blade.  Helen was
the one who told me about Blade.  Blade was the buddy who was coming to
town to help Harvey get over his depression.  They were like blood
brothers, and Blade and Harvey would do anything for each other.  Was this
the Blade that Serena was all tarted up for?  Was she walking into a trap?

   I ran after her.  The restaurant was attached to a hotel, and as I
looked around in a panic, I saw Serena at the other end of a long lobby.  I
ran after her as fast as I could, but the lobby was crowded, and she had
disappeared when I got to where she had been.  I looked around, but all I
saw were elevators to the hotel rooms and the hotel's lounge.

   When I walked into the lounge, I saw her right away, sitting at the bar
and scanning the room.  As I made my way to her, I saw a tall, good-looking
guy in a turtleneck come up to her and take her hand.  If I wasn't
mistaken, I had noticed the guy in the restaurant.  He was walking not far
from our table, behind Serena's back.  He must have been watching us.

   I started toward them, but they began walking around tables and back to
the entrance I had just come in.  I saw them in heavy conversation, and I
was sure I saw her shake her head several times.  I rushed back the way I
came, and I saw them in front the elevators.  They were still talking and
she was definitely shaking her head, and it looked like she was shaking her
hand, too, trying to get it out of his grip.  I ran to them, and she turned
and saw me.  She stared at me as he pulled her into an elevator that had
just arrived.  The door was almost closed as I got to the elevator.  I
pushed at the button over and over, but the door didn't stop, and I saw
another elevator door open.

   I looked above the door of the elevator they had taken, and the displays
showed it had stopped on the second floor.  I jumped into the open elevator
and pressed "2." It seemed to take forever until the door opened.  I ran
out and looked around.  There were long, empty corridors in both
directions. I walked to the end of one corridor and saw another corridor
connected at a right angle.  It was also empty.  I went back to the
elevator and walked as far as I could in the other direction.  Nothing.

   I went all the way to the end in the original direction again and
stopped at each door, putting my ear against it and listening hard.  This
was an elegant older hotel, and I wondered if there were security cameras
watching me.  I hoped they were.  I didn't see any.  If a guard showed up,
I was going to make him open every room for me.

   As I rounded the corner into the first corridor again, I ran into
something big.  He grabbed me and held me tight and put a large hand over
my mouth and nose so I could barely breathe.  Then he opened a door and
dragged me in.  He pulled me into the bathroom, and I felt a small towel
being stuffed into my mouth.  Then he let me go, and just held onto my
hand, pulling me back into the first room.

   As he was pulling me to the couch, I saw it was Harvey.  Suddenly, I was
shaking.  Strangely, I wasn't frightened of him.  I knew he wouldn't hurt a
flea.  But I was frightened of Blade.  Was he mutilating Serena in some
horrible way?  I had no idea what he was capable of doing for his blood
brother.  I listened for her screams, but I didn't hear a sound.

   Harvey pulled me down on the couch and then took my hands and pulled
them behind me and did something to them.  They were cuffed, not with metal
handcuffs but with some kind of cloth Velcro thing.  Then he got up and sat
down on a chair facing the couch.  I sat there with the towel in my mouth
and my hands tied behind my back and looked at him.  He didn't have the
look of a depraved killer.  This was just Harvey, the nice boy that I
always felt sorry for because of the way Serena walked all over him.

   He let out his breath.  "I'm sorry you had to get mixed up in this,
Reese," he said.  "I didn't realize Serena was having dinner with you
tonight.  Then I saw that you guessed what was going on, and I couldn't let
you interfere.

   "Please don't worry about Serena.  She's in no danger.  Nod your head if
you believe me."

   I nodded, but very slowly.  I did it because I could tell he wanted me
to, but I wasn't so sure she was in no danger.

   "I don't think you're convinced," he said.  "I will prove it to you, but
right now, I have to leave you for a little while.  When I come back, I
hope I can take off the gag and the restraints."

   He got up and walked across the room into a small alcove and then turned
left and disappeared.  I sat on the couch for a while shaking and wondering
what to do.  My legs were free, and I decided to try to get out of the
room. I got up and walked to the door.  I could turn around and reach the
handle.  I turned it, but the door didn't open.  Then I saw the dead bolt
switch up higher on the door.  There was no way I could reach it with my
hands locked behind me.

   I looked around the room.  It was a large suite.  I saw the telephone.
What if I knocked the receiver off it and found a way to dial zero?  I
couldn't talk, and there were no other sounds.  Would someone downstairs
become suspicious and send up a security guard?  It wasn't likely.

   I walked around the suite and got to the alcove where Harvey had
disappeared.  There were three rooms around the alcove.  Two of them were
open.  I went into each one, and they were just large bedrooms, exactly the
same size.  The third door was closed.  I put my ear to the door, and I
heard sounds, but they were soft.  I couldn't even tell if they were
voices. As scared as I was, I decided to turn around and see if I could
open the door with my hands behind me, but the door was locked.

   I went back to the main room and sat down.  Then I got up and walked
around.  I looked at the clock then and once again when Harvey walked back
into the room.  It was around 10 or 12 minutes later.

   "If you will sit down on the couch, I'll explain this," he said.  I sat
down.

   "I would like to take out your gag and remove the restraints from your
wrists," he said.  "If you promise me you won't say anything or get
violent, I'll do that right now.  If you break your promise, I'll have to
gag and restrain you again, and you'll stay that way until you take Serena
home.  Will you promise?"

   I nodded, and he removed the gag and freed my hands.

   "I'm actually glad now it turned out this way," he said.  "You're
forcing me to take an even bigger risk than I had planned for, but I'm
prepared to manage it."

   "What are you doing to Serena?" I said.

   "Come with me," he said and took one of my hands in his.  He led me to
the closed bedroom door and turned the doorknob.  It was no longer locked.

   As we walked in, I had to blink, because the light was so bright.  There
were several tall lamps like photographers use around the room and they
were all turned on.  After I blinked, I saw Serena, and I screamed.  Harvey
put his hand over my mouth until I stopped.  I didn't try to say anything
after that.  I just stared.  My eyes were bugging out of my head.

   Serena was on the bed on her hands and knees.  She was naked.  Behind
her was a naked man who was thrusting in and out of her.  I squinted, and I
saw he was doing it in her anus, not her vagina.

   In front of her was another naked man, and she was sucking him.  As I
watched, she moved her head back and forth on his penis, and then she
pulled her mouth off of him at times and flicked her tongue on the tip of
the penis and caressed it.  Then she licked the entire shaft.  She even
lowered her head to lick his testicles before sucking him in again.  The
man's hands weren't on her head, and her hands were on the bed with nothing
restraining them.  She was only using her head, and it looked like she was
enthusiastic about what she was doing.

   Next to the bed was another man holding a video camera.  He slowly moved
between her mouth working on the man in front and the penis -- it was a
large one -- penetrating her anus and going faster as I watched.  It looked
as though Serena was moving her butt against the man behind her, and as he
moved faster, the bodies were slamming together violently.  The man's hands
were at his side, but as I watched, he moved them to hold her buttocks and
then pounded even harder into them a few times and stopped.  She kept
noisily sucking the man in front of her.

   After a few minutes, the man behind her pulled out slowly.  I saw a
trickle of semen fall from her anus as his penis fell out.

   Then I saw the man in front of her tap Serena on the nose with his
finger, and she opened her mouth wide.  He pulled his penis out of her
mouth and got up and went around behind her.  The man who had been behind
her got off the bed and took the camera from the man who had been filming.
The man who had held the camera was pulling some clothes on.  The man who
had been getting sucked plunged into her anus hard, and for the first time,
I heard Serena's voice.  She didn't say anything except a loud moan, and
then there was a penis in her mouth again.

   I looked up, and behind the bright lights, I saw movement.  I squinted
and saw there were naked men standing back from the bed.  One of them must
have gotten onto the bed and put his penis into Serena's mouth.  She began
doing the same things as she had been doing before, and the man behind her
began pounding her anus as her butt moved to meet him and make his pounding
more violent.  The man who had come inside her moments before was now
filming.

   I heard a voice.  It was Harvey's.  "Reese is here, Selena," he said. 
"Look over this way."

   Selena turned her head.  I saw her eyes were wide, but the huge penis
filling her mouth prevented her from making any other expression.  She
never stopped working at it while looking at me.

   "Selena, I'd like you to stop sucking for a moment and give Reese a big
smile," he said.  "Keep on sucking until you are ready, and then let it
drop out of your mouth and give Reese a big smile.  Then you can go back to
enjoying yourself.  OK.  Whenever you're ready."

   I felt like I was in a horror movie watching Serena being pounded from
behind and sucking the man in front of her.  They must have hypnotized her
or drugged her.  Then she dropped the penis from her mouth and turned to me
and smiled broadly.  I looked at her closely.  The smile wasn't a happy
smile.  Did I see a teardrop in her eye?  I couldn't be sure.  She stopped
smiling and moved her head back to the penis and sucked it in and began
working on it again.  I stared at her until Harvey took my hand and led me
out the bedroom door.  He closed it behind him, and I no longer heard the
sucking sounds of her mouth and the squishy sounds of the large penis
pounding her anus.

   Harvey led me back to the couch, and I sat down.  He sat down opposite
me and watched me as if he was waiting for something.  I wanted to ask a
million questions, but I didn't know where to start.  Finally, I said, "So,
Serena is really enjoying what they are doing to her.  Is that what you
were trying to show me?"

   "Of course not," he said.  "That's just for the video.  Serena is hating
every second of this, but she's acting.  Did you take a look at her butt?"

   "What do you mean?" I said.

   "Did you notice it was bright red?" he said.  "When we began, I had to
spank her really hard until she went along with acting like she was
enjoying herself.  She knows that this way it will be a hundred times more
humiliating."

   "What about her anus?" I said.  "The men are destroying it.  She'll need
surgery."

   "Don't be silly," he said.  "First of all, I put a ton of lube inside
her.  Then I went first.  I'm pretty large, but I went slowly and carefully
and let her adjust to my size before I gradually got faster until I came.
That opened her up for the other guys.  By the time the third guy got to
her, his penis went in easily.

   "That doesn't mean she's not experiencing a lot of agony, along with the
humiliation, but they're not going to tear any tissue.  She'll be stretched
and bruised and in terrific pain for a couple of weeks, but then, she'll
begin to heal, and in a month, she won't feel anything except mental pain.
Of course, that hurts bad, too.

   "There are only eight other guys in there.  Blade isn't one of them. 
He's gay.  After each one finishes, they are getting dressed.  Then Serena
will make a creampie cocktail."

   "What?" I said.

   "She will sit on the edge of the bed with her butt hanging over the side
and pull her legs back.  We'll show her how to do it, but she'll do it all
by herself and be smiling all the time.  Then we'll put a widemouth pitcher
right below her anus, and she'll begin pushing her anal muscles in and out
like she's on the toilet.  Our semen will squirt out of her ass into the
pitcher.  After it stops flowing, we'll use a bulb syringe to squeeze a
bunch of air into her colon.  And then she'll get into the same position
again and start smiling.  This time she won't have to do anything, because
the air will make her fart over and over until just about all the semen
inside her is in the pitcher.

   "Then we've got a tall, clear cocktail glass.  She's going to smile
really wide as she pours the stuff from the pitcher into the cocktail glass
until it's full to the top.  Then she's going to put a straw into the glass
and start sucking.  She'll suck up everything in that glass, and the camera
will show the level of the semen dropping.  There should be enough for two
glasses.

   "That will be the end of this.  Then you will help Serena get dressed,
and I'll help you get her home.  Are you willing to do that?"

   "Of course," I said.  "I just hope she doesn't think I had any part in
this."

   "I already told her, you didn't," he said, "but I'll tell her again. 
And I promise you I will never touch her or even see her again.  I'm
already feeling bad about this, but I had to do it.  You know what the
funny thing is?"

   "I don't think there's anything funny about this," I said, "and when you
are in jail, you might not think it's so funny either."

   "I meant funny strange," he said.  "I realized a couple of days ago that
I'm doing this because I love her, and I will probably always love her,
even though after tonight, she will hate me more than anyone has ever hated
anyone.  After the therapy, I was left with the memory of a cruel, evil
Serena -- Serena the witch, Serena the castrater.

   "At the same time, I couldn't stop loving her.  I had to destroy the bad
memory, and tonight has already done it.  I am feeling stronger love for
her than ever before -- and also sadness that I will never have a chance to
offer it to her."

   "Don't be so sure," I said.

   "What do you mean?" he said.

   I told him what Serena had said at dinner.  That stopped him cold for a
few seconds.

   "I don't know," he finally said.  "Maybe tonight proves that she can't
squash me like an ant anymore, but maybe it doesn't.  I hope I've learned
my lesson from all this.  But if she did forgive me, I might start
worshipping her all over again and then drive her away again.  I guess a
lot is in your hands."

   "What do you mean?" I said.

   "She told me many times that you have more common sense than any of her
other friends do and that she should listen to you more often," he said.

   "She said that?" I said.

   "Yes," he said.  "So I figure you'll advise her about me.  In fact, I'm
going to put my life in your hands.  I took a big risk tonight, and as you
said before, I might end up in jail.  My plan was to blackmail Serena.  If
she went to the authorities, I would be finished, but before I went to
prison, I would post the video of her on the Internet and let all of my
friends and her friends know where to find it.

   "Instead of that, I'm going to tell her that I'm making a copy of the
video and giving it to you.  If you think I should be behind bars, you can
show it to the police.  I won't post my copy.  Don't tell Serena this, but
if she finds a way to forgive me and if we ever get together again and if
we find we belong with each other -- a lot of ifs -- I'll give her the
video on our honeymoon to break or watch or whatever she wants."

   The door to the bedroom opened, and eight men walked out.  They were
dressed and didn't look out of the ordinary, except for all being well
built.  They walked past us and left.  Harvey stood up and said, "We better
go to her now."

   She didn't have far to walk -- to the elevator, to Harvey's car, to her
building elevator, to her apartment -- but even though her legs were wider
apart than a bowlegged cowboy's, I could see that each step was causing
intense pain.  Just before we got into the car, she threw up in the parking
lot.  It was her dinner, mixed with a lot of white stuff.

   Before I helped her out of his car, Harvey said he would personally drop
off my copy of the video at my office in a couple of days because he didn't
trust the mail on something like this.

   From the time I walked back into the bedroom of the hotel suite and
began soothing Serena and helping her dress to supporting her while she was
walking in pain to tucking her into her bed and then driving home, my mind
was stuck on one thing.  When I got home, I was exhausted and felt like
taking a shower before going to bed.  During the shower, I gave myself
three orgasms, and I don't know how many I had after I went to bed.

   I fell asleep and woke up still thinking about the same thing.  I was
ashamed of myself, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.  Serena was my
best friend in the world.  I would do anything for her.  Last night, I had
watched her sucking and being anally ravished.  The images were still
strong in my mind.  So was the image of her smiling as she made her cumfart
cocktails, and I hadn't even seen her do that.  It was the same with the
image of her sucking up all the come through a straw.

   I was excited by all these images in my mind.  They would also be on the
video that Harvey was going to bring me.  I could pop the DVD into my
player and watch them whenever I wanted.  Serena was my dearest and oldest
friend.  Would that matter to her?  If it did, would I watch the video
anyway?  As I was asking myself these questions, I had another orgasm.  

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