Secretly Seduced: The Interview Series Book One (5 page)

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     I feel much better decided Stacy as
she slipped under the cover.  The last thing I remember was Mike and I
sitting on the bed drinking wine.  We’d done it three times.  It was
almost midnight.  I was hoping we could curl up and go to sleep then wake
up in the morning and screw some more.  I was telling him about Harvard
and how I didn’t want to become a doctor like my parents.   I really
opened up to the bastard.  I can’t believe I was such an idiot. 
There must have been something in the wine.  Maybe like Monk said it was
Ecstasy or Rohypnol, the date rape drug.  I remember him reaching out and
taking my wine glass.  Next I was lying there on the bed and I couldn’t
move.  Mike left me there.  After that, I can’t remember a thing.

     But why did he drug me?  It’s
not like I was saying no to him.  I did everything he asked.  I might
even have said yes to anal even though I’ve heard it hurts like hell the first
time.  I felt so grateful to him for not arresting me.  And frankly,
the sex was terrific.  My experiences with Justin on his dad’s yacht were
so shity I’d given up on sex.  But Mike really got me turned on.  He
made me cum when he ate my pussy.  I thought I was losing my mind it was
so intense.  That part was wonderful.  Why did he have to turn out to
be a jerk?  If he’d asked me out, I’d have gone, married or not.

     Across the room, Portia and her
bedmates were lying quietly sharing a joint.  The aroma of marijuana
drifted across the room putting Stacy to sleep.

***

     Portia’s loud animal grunts brought
Stacy awake.  A glance at the clock showed she’d been out for four hours.

      My God they’re still fucking
realized Stacy peering across the darkened room.  Night had fallen and
only moonlight filtered past the drapes.  It took a minute for Stacy’s
eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness

      Stacy’s sleep had not been
entirely restful.  It was filled with dreams where she was covered in
naked bodies.  She was hot and perspiring, writhing in a tangle of moist
flesh.  She experienced violent orgasms that left her breathless and
exhausted.   Those were interludes between repeated body contacts
with different men and more shocking to Stacy, another woman, a very pretty red
headed woman whose breasts were as large as Stacy’s.  In one of the dreams,
Stacy’s was performing oral sex on the woman.  In another, Stacy was under
the woman licking her clit while a large ebony cock glided back and forth into
the woman’s vagina.  Later, the red head’s tongue was furiously
stimulating Stacy’s sex while a long black cock was buried deep in her rectum.

     Once Stacy’s eyes adjusted to the
dark, she could see Portia on the floor beside her bed bent double in a
shoulder stand.  One thing Portia and Stacy had in common was yoga.  Although
they had never practiced together, Stacy frequently saw Portia carrying her
yoga mat to the free classes held at the student center.  Stacy practiced
at an exclusive health club near campus.

     I guess inverted plow pose is good
for something besides inverting your body, reversing your blood flow, and
stretching your spine thought Stacy.  Portia’s weight was resting on her
upper back and shoulder blades.  She was vertical.  Her legs were
bent to the point her knees were touching her ears.  Monk and Les were
standing straddling her facing each other in a crouch.  They were fucking
downward into Portia’s cunt and butt at the same time

     “Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass,”
whispered Portia from her side of the room.  Stacy could see Portia had
managed to place one hand on her clit and was massaging it furiously.

     Stacy’s lust unexpectedly stirred
as she watched the threesome.  Her hand drifted down to her sex.  In
spite of a slight twinge she felt when she touched her tender flesh; she licked
her fingers then placed them along each side of her clit caressing the
sensitive nodule of flesh.  Her forked fingers began a slow gentle
stroking of her clitoris.  She squeezed her clit when it reached the
webbing between her fingers turning her hand slightly to stretch the nubbin of
nerve dense tissue.

     Stacy wondered what it would be
like to have a pierced cock inside her vagina.  Would it feel that
different? Would it be painful?  They’re fucking Portia’s asshole
too.  From the noises she’s making, she must like it.   The
thought of getting up and joining the three crossed her mind.  My God
what’s come over me thought Stacy.  I’m not that kind of person. 
Besides, Portia might be upset if I horned in on her and her friends.  We’ve
never even shared a cup of coffee and we’ve been living together since
September.  Still, it would be nice to be that uninhibited and able to
enjoy all kinds of sex without feeling guilty.  I’m such a ninny.

     As far as the sex went last night I
did all right. Mike seemed pleased with me.  God what am I thinking? 
The bastard blackmails me into having sex with him and then drugs me for more
sex with God knows whom.  And I’m laying here playing with my pussy
thinking about it.  However, as lousy as things turned out, it was still better
than going to jail.  That would have been the end of everything I’ve
worked for.  Someone must have put that perfume in my shopping bag. 
I certainly didn’t.

     Stacy laid there in the dark
masturbating as she listened and watched.  Portia’s moans of pleasure and
the grunts of the two boys filled the room as the three engaged in
intercourse.  Stacy climaxed quietly when the threesome across the room
finished.  Relaxed by her orgasm, Stacy turned to the wall and fell back
asleep.

     “I didn’t know you were friendly
with the police,” said Portia handing Stacy a cardboard envelope as she entered
their dorm room.  Portia was keyboarding an essay for her American Lit
class.

     “I’m not,” replied Stacy instantly
feeling a sense of dread.  It was late afternoon Monday and Stacy had just
finished her last class.  Stacy recognized the type of envelope.  It
was square, the kind used for CDs and DVDs.

     “Well, a cop came by and dropped
this off.  He asked me to give it to you.  At least, I assumed he was
a policeman since he was wearing a gun on his belt,” said Portia.

      “He wasn’t wearing a
uniform,” asked Stacy?

      “No, nice banker’s grey suit,
good looking Italian stallion dressed to impress,” said Portia.  “I almost
asked him to stay.”

      “Thanks,” said Stacy opening
the envelope with a sense of dread.  She’d assumed she was finished with
Lt. Mike Cabreeze.

      “There was one odd thing,”
said Portia looking up from her computer.

      “What?”

      “He knew my name and I’ve
never seen him before in my life.  He just popped in the door without
knocking and said, ‘Here Portia, hand this to Stacy when she gets in’. 
Sort of like we were old friends.”

      Stacy’s stomach took a full
flip when she opened the envelope and looked at the DVD.  Someone had
printed, Stacy Does Cambridge, on a post-it attached to the disc.  Ever
since she woke up Sunday morning she’d had a premonition something bad was
going to happen.

     Control yourself thought Stacy as
she walked to her desk, opened her laptop, and pressed the power on
button.  As the laptop booted up, Stacy tried once more to remember what
occurred between the time she and Mike had sex and waking up in her car at noon
the next day.  But like her previous efforts at recall, it was fruitless.

     Stacy had spent much of Sunday
trying to remember without success.  She had even driven to the apartment
complex where Mike had taken her and sat in the parking lot straining to bring
back some recollections. 

    She recalled leaving her car in the mall
parking lot.  Someone must had taken her keys out of her purse and driven
it to the apartment.  For some reason, she had trouble picturing Lt. Mike
Cabreeze making the effort. He must have helpers concluded Stacy.  Someone
else had dressed her and put her back in her car to sleep off the drugs.

     I was gang raped concluded Stacy
looking at the row of apartment buildings. The bastard probably called the
police station and invited his buddies to have sex with me. The drugs made it
seem I was a willing.  They’d had free use of my body for hours, even all
night.  Cops work a third shift.  God knows how many times I was
screwed.  That was the reason my nipples and vagina were so sore the next
day.  They also raped me anally.  That was something I’d decided I’d
never do.  And there was a woman maybe more than one woman.  That’s
not surprising.  You see women cops every day patrolling Harvard Square.

     Stacy had always considered herself
strictly heterosexual in spite of the fact she sometimes found herself looking
at other females with more than casual interest.  Portia, her roommate,
made a habit of walking around nude while she was getting dressed.  Stacy
had found herself staring more than once. Once, Portia had caught her but instead
of getting mad, Portia had smiled before slipping on a robe.

     There had been one time in high
school when she had made out with Anita Sawyer but that was only after the two
of them had downed several glasses of wine.  Stacy hadn’t really done
anything other than to kiss and touch Anita’s breasts. Anita had rubbed Stacy’s
crotch and a drunken Stacy experienced an orgasm.  Anita had wanted to
undress and go further but Stacy had panicked, afraid of being considered a
lesbian.  There had not been a repeat of the encounter in spite of Anita’s
entreaties.

     The thought she have been filmed
had not occurred to her until she looked at the writing on the DVD.  God I
hope this isn’t what I think it is thought Stacy as she slipped the disc into
the slot.  Seconds later, her computer detected a video file and
automatically launched video player software.

     Stacy watched open mouthed as the
title appeared: Stacia Goddard Todd Does Cambridge, A Zodiac Adult
Entertainment Production.

     “Shit, they used my full name,”
said Stacy aloud watching as the film credits rolled through a series of
obviously phony names except for hers.  That was followed by an
advertisement for a phone sex service and the previews of two other Zodiac
productions.

    “My God, it’s me,” whispered Stacy as the
screen filled with an image of her lying on a bed she recognized as the one in
the apartment.  Stacy was no longer wearing a white nightgown.  Black
was the operative color.   She’d been re-dressed in black hose,
garter belt, and a shelf bra exposing her breasts.  Somebody had placed a
pair of ridiculously high heel platform sandals on her feet.  Her hair had
been styled and her face was heavily made up.  When Stacy looked closer at
her image, she realized someone had applied make up to her areola and nipples
to make them stand out for the camera.

     “I’d never figure you for making
porn, not in a million years,” said Portia standing unnoticed behind the seated
Stacy.

     “I don’t want you to see this,” said
Stacy clicking on the player’s Stop button.

     “Suit yourself,” said Portia
walking away.

     “Sorry, but it’s too embarrassing,”
said Stacy.

     Portia responded angrily. 
“That’s a double standard.  You watched me with Monk and Les, Saturday afternoon. 
It didn’t embarrass you to see me getting my brains fucked out.  You
masturbated while I was double penetrated.  You got yourself off in record
time.  It’s all right for you to watch me but I can’t watch you.”

     Stacy closed her eyes for a moment
to think.  Portia was right of course.  I did watch her getting
screwed and I climaxed.  There’s no reason she shouldn’t get a chance to
watch me.  Plus I need to confide in someone.  I can’t drive home and
show this to Mom and ask her what she thinks.  Portia is brilliant with
street smarts.  Everyone says she’s a genius.  Maybe she can help
me.  Stacy took a deep breath before she spoke.

      “You’re right, Portia. I’m
being ridiculous and I’m sorry.  I did masturbate while you did it with
Monk and Les.  It looked like the three of you were really into it so I
got turned on,” said Stacy.

     “If it didn’t turn me on big time,
I wouldn’t do it.  Is that what happened Friday night when you were
drugged?” said Portia returning to stand by Stacy placing a hand on her
shoulder.

     “Apparently, but I can’t remember
anything. It’s so goddamn frustrating,” said Stacy turning toward Portia and
starting to cry.

     “I’d like to help if you’ll let
me,” said Portia putting her arms around Stacy to comfort her.

      “Maybe if we watch it
together, something will come back to me,” said Stacy recovering enough to wipe
her eyes.

     “It looks professional.  No
student with a camcorder made that,” said Portia rolling her desk chair beside
Stacy’s.

     “What do you mean professional?”

     “Some amateur with a home video
camera didn’t make that.  There’s a flood of amateur porn on the
Internet.  Husband places a camera on a tripod by the bed then does the
wife.  He can sell it to a distributor for a couple of hundred
dollars.  Lighting and sound usually suck but its good enough to wack off
too.  Some porn aficionados prefer amateurs.  They consider them more
natural,” said Portia.

     “So this isn’t amateur,” said Stacy
clicking the Play button.  The computer’s speaker filled the room with the
sounds of Stacy’s rapid breath and moans as she masturbated using first her
fingers then a vibrator.

     “No way, somebody who knew what
they were doing made your porn debut, probably a local production
company.  You can tell from the lighting and sound.  Plus they’re
using more than one camera.  I’ll even bet the video footage is edited to
eliminate dead time,” said Portia.

     “Dead time,” asked Stacy?

     “Like when you’re scratching your
ass or the male actor putting on a condom.  Although I bet no one is
wearing a safe in this baby.”

     “I thought all porn was made in
California,” said Stacy.

     “Most is but there are small
production companies scattered throughout the country in the big cities. 
There’s even one in Cambridge not far from here.  They occasionally
advertise in one of the free papers they’re looking for new talent.  Les
and Monk wanted the three of us to apply but I said no fucking way,” said
Portia.

      “Was it Zodiac Adult
Entertainment,” asked Stacy restarting the DVD?

      “Yes, that’s it.  They
have a production facility over near Kendall Square.  My idiot friends saw
it as an easy five hundred dollars.  I pointed out it was an excellent way
to make something you could worry about the rest of my life.  Can you
picture me about to perform at Sympathy Hall when some asshole asks to
autograph a picture of me with a cock in my mouth?”

     “So I may be worrying about this
until the day I die unless I somehow manage to destroy all copies.  The
Olympics committee would be less than thrilled to find out I made porn
willingly or not,” said Stacy starting to cry again.

     “The cats not out of the bag
yet.  This may be part of some master plan.  Let’s watch it from
start to finish before we draw any conclusions,” said Portia.

      “I’m really sorry about what
I said.  I know we haven’t exactly been friends but I need your
help.   I don’t know much about porn,” said Stacy.

      “All right but if I get
turned on and start playing with myself, it’s your fault,” said Portia. 
“Hand me the mouse.  They sure whored you up.  They even painted your
nipples.  God you look hot.”

      The two watched as on screen
Stacy picked up a dildo from a nightstand, looked directly into the camera and
then licked the dildo.  She twisted the top of the dildo causing a barely
audible hum of the vibrator.

     “Portia, can you hear somebody
whispering in the background,” asked Stacy.

     “Yes, the Director is whispering
instructions to you.  That happens often in porn.  They’ve no
financial incentive to compete with Hollywood sound engineers,” said Portia.

      On screen, Stacy was pressing
the tip of the dildo around her clitoris.  After several passes, Stacy
pushed the dildo into the opening of her vagina.  A camera came in for a
close-up of Stacy licking her lips, a look of intense passion on her
face.  One hand was pulling and twisting her nipple as she began to thrust
the dildo inside her vagina. Loud moans filled the small dorm room.

      “I look awake.  How did
they get me to do this and still not remember anything?” said Stacy.

      “Drugs, probably a cocktail
of Ecstasy, Rohypnol and maybe a teaspoon of crystal meth to keep you
energized,” said Portia.

      “Outside of pot, I’ve never
used drugs.  I had no idea they could make me appear fully awake, follow
the Director’s instructions, and not be able to remember a thing the next day,”
said Stacy.

     “Ecstasy makes people loose their
inhibitions. Memory lost is pretty common if it’s a large dose.  I’ve gone
to raves where they’re selling Ecstasy across the bar for ten dollars a
tablet.  Girls who wouldn’t ordinarily do anything too outrageous are up
on tables dancing naked or sitting on a commode in the Men’s Room sucking off a
long line of strange cock.  They wake up the next day with a sore pussy
and a case of gonorrhea.”

     “I’ve heard of Ecstasy and
Rohypnol.  They warned us about them in freshman orientation,” said Stacy.

    “Rohypnol is called the date rape
drug.  It’s legal in many countries, sold as an anti-depressant. 
It’s also causes memory loss.  It’s tasteless and odorless.  Guys in
clubs slip it in a girl’s drink then take her in the back and gang fuck
her.  Next day, she can’t recall who gave her the clap or why her asshole
feels like hamburger.  But the really nasty one is Crystal Meth also know
as Redneck Cocaine.  You not only lose all your inhibitions, you can fuck
for hours and the sex is incredible.  It’s highly addictive,” said Portia
as she watched the on screen Stacy vigorously dildo fucking herself.

     “So I might be an addict,” asked
Stacy?

     “No, not on one dose and for that
matter, they may have given you other drugs.  There are hundreds of
designer drugs on the market,” said Portia.

     “I went to the clinic and told them
I’d had unprotected sex and needed to be checked,” said Stacy.  “I won’t
know until tomorrow when the blood test comes back.”

     “What did they say,” asked Portia?

     “I got a lecture about safe sex,
several pamphlets, and a box of condoms,” said Stacy.

     “Is there any chance you might get
pregnant?”

     “No, I’m on the pill,” said
Stacy.  “I had a very irregular period and it was driving my mother nuts
so she proscribed birth control when I was thirteen.”

     “Must be convenient having a mother
who is a doctor,” said Portia.

     “Shit, there’s the girl in my
dreams,” said Stacy looking intently toward the screen where she was kissing
another woman.

     “She’s gorgeous.  If she’d
eaten my pussy, I’d want to dream about it,” said Portia.

      On screen a very pretty red
headed girl with breasts as large as Stacy’s and dressed in matching lingerie
climbed on the bed and took Stacy in her arms.  Stacy and the girl were
kissing passionately.  The redhead was holding a rainbow colored dildo
with a clit attachment.