WEAK Part Three: A Thornhill Road Romance (5 page)

For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why
I had wanted to go the whole way with Vincent right out there in
the deserted front yard of my old home. It had felt completely
wrong but completely right at the same time.

I looked up at Jeb. He was still waiting for
an answer. So was Vincent.

"Will did something bad to me." I said. "Very
bad. I needed to get away somewhere far from him to stop myself
doing something illegal."

"Is that a fact."

"Yes it is and in fact, if anything, he's the
one who should be cuffed in the back here. Mr. Medici here was
trying to help me."

"That may be Vic, I have probable cause that
he stole a vehicle in order to do it and that's a felony with jail
time depending on priors. Do you have any priors Mr. Medici?"

"Officer, may I call you Jeb?" Vincent
said.

"Why the hell not. Everyone else does."

"Okay Jeb, let me put it this way, it's Will
Hyde's word against mine that I took possession of that vehicle
without his permission. You can take it as given that I won't be
doing any time for this. Now I'm not exactly sure what the
penalties for wrongful arrest are in the state of Ohio, but I'm
quite sure that legal defense team are."

I would have stopped him there if I thought
it would have done any good, but I could already see the look in
Jeb's eye. Pulling that crap might work in Manhattan, but here in
Shillington Vincent Medici and his big, arrogant, sexy mouth were
looking at spending their first night in jail.

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When we left the precinct there was already
another vehicle waiting for the great Mr. Medici. I guess I should
have known that things wouldn’t play out for him the same as they
would for any ordinary Joe. Whatever it was his legal team did he
was released on bail instantly without so much as setting foot
inside the holding cell. I guess his people must have arranged for
the car as well.

"Don’t leave town Mr. Medici." Jeb warned
him. "I'm leaving you at liberty in her custody." He nodded towards
me. "Don't abuse it or trust me, she won't ever let you forget
it."

Vincent was unimpressed.

We got into the high end rental and headed
straight to the fanciest hotel in Shillington to pick up some
documents. Vincent looked more than ever like a man on a mission.
When we got inside the suite he closed the door behind us and put
on the latch.

"I didn't know Shillington had a room in it
as grand as this." I said looking around at the five star
accommodation. "I guess this is what being out on bail means for
the rich and famous."

He ignored the comment and took my hand,
towing me along behind him like a rag doll.

"What's going on Vincent?"

"Stop talking and sit down. If you were ever
to shut up for one minute I'd have been able to explain all this to
you days ago before you ran away from New York and got yourself
into this whole mess."

"You're the one facing a felony, not me."

He gave me a look of exasperation. He was so
hot when he was like that - like he was slowly getting to the end
of his tether and when he did he would have to do something
crazy.

I wanted him to do something crazy.

"Sit down and listen." He said.

I took the chair he offered me and sat down.
There were several neat piles of documents and a tablet computer on
the table in front of us. He pushed one set across the table and
nodded for me to take a look.

The folder read 'Clarissa and Jean'.

I opened it and began scanning the contents.
There were pictures attached to various documents a USB stick,
copies of invoices.

"Vincent… I don't understand…."

"Clarissa is finished Victoria. You're so
called friend has been manipulating you into making money that is
borderline illegal with a view to future blackmail of wealthy men
in positions of power. Your roommate is a lowlife, a gossip monger
at the bottom of the food chain but she went too far when she
offered you up for sale to a friend of mine. We have it all on
digital. She couldn't resist the temptation, even after all she did
to you, and as for Jean, that crooked accountant will lose her job
if a single word of what she's done for Clarissa and her 'books'
comes out."

I was speechless.

"What do you mean 'offered me up for sale'? I
don't get it."

"Take a look at the footage. It's all
there."

He handed me a small tablet computer with a
video clip ready to go. He tapped play and I saw Clarissa come to
life in all her blonde glory.

She was in a hotel room with a man I didn’t
recognize.

'I've got to have her.' The guy was saying.
He was young and good-looking in a wealthy, aggressive Wall Street
kind of way.

"That guy is Even Richards." Vincent
explained. "He's a friend of mine, a business partner and he's
talking about you."

'I've told you Evan, she is not for sale.'
Clarissa said. 'I can get you panties, used ones.' She emphasized
the word used. 'And I can get her to strip for you.'

My mouth fell open.

'I know for a fact she's done that before,
but it'll cost you. And no touching.'

The man stood up and walked anxiously around
the room.

'Look, Clarissa, you've known me for a long
time and I've bought a lot of merchandise from you over the years,
but I've never seen anything before like that little girl-next-door
hottie who sucks cock for investment capital.'

My mouth couldn’t drop open any further.

'She's pretty special alright.' Clarissa
said.

'Now listen, I know you like money and you
know that I'm willing to pay very, very substantial coin for this.
I'll make it worth your while, but let me be quite clear, I need to
fuck that girl.'

Clarissa didn’t say anything but you could
see the processors and serial busses working overtime in that
blonde brain of hers.

'How much is it worth to you?' She said. Evan
went down on his knees in front of her and took her hands in his,
lavishing them with kisses.

'Clarissa, thank you, thank you, thank
you.'

Clarissa pulled her hands away.

'Stop doing that Evan and get away from me.
You know I don't like men getting close to me.'

'I'm sorry, of course, just tell me when you
can arrange the meeting and I'll be there.'

'Nothing is being arranged
yet
. Not
until I hear numbers. I've got a buyer who paid one hundred grand
only to see that girl strip, now if you want her all for yourself
then you've got to be a whole lot more generous than that.'

The exchange was surreal. They were talking
about me like I was a stock market commodity or a piece of meat.
This was the woman I thought was going to protect me from
Vincent.

'If you can guarantee that she will have sex
with me then I am willing to pay whatever you ask… name your price
Clarissa, I'm deadly serious. I want this one and I'll pay whatever
it takes.'

Clarissa paused for effect. Always the drama
queen.

'Okay, I'll have to speak to her, but we're
talking at least two hundred thousand dollars here. She's a
real
girl, I can’t emphasize that enough. She is not some
cheap stripper who puts out for coked up business men and drunk
college boys. She's the real deal.'

'I know and that's exactly why I'm willing to
pay whatever she asks. I want to fuck someone who would never
normally do something like this, that's the whole point, so go
ahead and offer her the two hundred thousand dollars but you have
to make it clear that she will be having sex with me. Do you
understand? She must know exactly what she's getting into.'

'I understand completely and so will she, but
Evan, you better understand something as well - this goes no
further than here. Do
you
understand
that
? I mean
strictly between the two of us. I don't want to go to jail over
this just because you need to get laid.'

'Of course not.' He stood back up again and
went out of view. Clarissa sat there like a triumphant madam which
I guess is what she was.

'Then there's the issue of my finder's fee.'
She said.

'Take whatever percentage you want, that's
between you and Victoria.'

Clarissa shook her magnificent blonde
head.

'Two hundred thousand is her fee. My fee is
an additional twenty-five percent, take it or leave it.'

'Fifty thousand dollars? Are you kidding me?'
Evan was indignant. '
You
should be sucking my cock all day
for money like that.'

I hit pause on the clip and looked at Vincent
who had a glimmer of a smile on his face.

"Who the hell is this guy?" I asked him. He
was so good-looking, so well dressed, so unbelievably crass.

"Keep watching," He said. "It gets better. Or
worse, depending on your point of view."

I tapped the screen to continue.

'Trust me Evan, even you couldn't afford that
one.' Clarissa said.

'Oh no? Try me. What's the rate these days to
get Clarissa Lovelock down on her knees?'

'Are you serious? Do you seriously want me to
give you a price?'

'To tame that mouth of yours? Why the hell
not? I know what a slut you are deep down Clarissa, you can’t lie
to me. You know I want you more than any of these girl-next-door,
panty- slut amateurs, so come on, you name your price and if I
agree to it then it's a done deal. You go down on your knees and
give me what I want.'

Clarissa didn't move a muscle but that mind
of hers was working - trying to figure out the maximum amount she
could take without arousing too much suspicion from the IRS, the
minimum it would take her to do the job without gagging or losing
her mind.

'I'll need the money offshore.' She said,
without a hint of internal conflict in her smooth voice.

'Not a problem.'

A slow smile spread across her lips.

'You can bill it to me as consulting
work.'

'Of course.' He said, his voice was nervous,
filled with anticipation. 'Name your price because I need some
consulting work done right now.' He paused. 'Are you ready to
go?'

'For five-hundred thousand dollars I am.'

There was a stony silence and then Evan came
into view again. Was he really going to front half a million
dollars just for one blow-job from that fake, conceited,
manipulative bitch?

'I'll need a guarantee of payment before
anything happens.' She said.

'I can give you a deposit up front. I have
twenty thousand dollars with me in cash.'

Her eyes lit up.

'Well now Evan, I truly didn't know you cared
so much. I really am quite touched.'

'I'm thrilled that you feel touched Clarissa,
now how about making me feel touched as well.'

He patted his crotch.

'With such a charming invitation I don’t know
how I can resist. If twenty thousand is all you have then I guess
I'd be willing to provide you with an equivalent amount of
service.'

'Cut the small talk Clarissa, I'm ready.'

The beautiful woman went slowly to her knees
but a loud noise turned her head and made her jump back to her
feet.

Off camera someone had burst into the
room.

'Vincent, what the hell are you doing
here?'

He came into view, walked right up to the
camera and smiled that seductive smile of his.

'I hope that's your good side Clarissa.' He
said. 'Nearly all this footage of you soliciting and offering to
provide an escort service for Evan here is on the right.'

He stood back to reveal the look of frozen
shock on Clarissa's face.

Evan leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
She was too stunned to react.

'Thanks baby,' he said, 'but five hundred
thousand bucks is a little too much, even for you.'

Vincent paused it there.

"That's enough." H said. "Clarissa isn't a
problem anymore. She understood very quickly how this would impact
her career and potentially land her up in jail. She promised to
delete every copy of the images she recorded of you and even if she
doesn't you now have a copy of her clearly pandering and soliciting
for sex. We don’t need to worry about her anymore."

I hadn’t given much thought to Clarissa since
I had gotten on the train to leave NYC but now I felt a dark cloud
lift away from me. I guess it had been weighing down on me all
along. The photos, texts and video clips were only pictures and
words but knowing that they were in someone else's possession and
beyond my control had been profoundly disconcerting.

"And don’t worry about who she may have sent
them to either." Vincent continued. "We took care of that as well.
As far as we know she only sent it to Evan and me. If it turns out
she lied about that then you have the means to take her down. Evan,
great guy and deeply screwed up pervert that he is, has always been
her main buyer of undergarments. In fact, he had first call on any
new material and he was not happy that she broke their
understanding by sending a copy to me."

"Why did she do that? I don’t understand that
part. Why did she send a copy to you?"

"Let's not talk about that now."

"We absolutely need to talk about that now.
If all of this is true, what you've shown me, then that's the one
part that doesn’t make sense. How did she even get your number if
you aren't one of her regular buyers?"

"I'm not on her list of buyers. I have no
interest on being on her or anyone else's fetish list. I do not in
any way shape or form indulge in that manner of…. recreation."

I put my hand into the pocket of his jacket
and pulled out my torn silk panties.

"So what exactly do you call this kind of
recreation?" I dangled the scrap of pink and black fabric in front
of him.

He tried to snatch them from me but I was
quicker.