"I love your around the house casual wear, lady. Does your husband know about this odd habit you have of pulling on one of his coats as soon as he leaves the house?"

"Who the hell are you? Get out of here!"

"Let me guess. You were getting ready for the shower and then you heard me walking up the staircase and that jacket was the nearest thing handy to put on. Am I right?"

"My husband forgot to take it to the car. I thought he was coming back for it, so I put it on as a surprise for him."

"Nice idea, a quick off the cuff screw in a warm coat with your significant partner while his engine was still running, only it was you who got the surprise, right? When a stranger walked into your bedroom and your life."

"Listen to what I'm telling you, my husband will surely come back when he realizes he's forgotten his coat."

"You're a smart lady, Mrs Brede. I might believe you if I didn't I know that Charlie keeps plenty of spare clothes in his office, for all kinds of interesting reasons I won't bother you with. But they're in his locker in the changing room of the Universal Health fitness club which is three floors down from his company suite. In fact his locker in the changing rooms is number seven. Did you know that?"

"I don't believe this. Who the hell are you and how do you know so much about us?"

"Let's just say that if the thought of dumping Charlie ever enters your head, Gina, you could do a lot worse than organize a quiet B and E job on that locker. It's the pictures inside the blue folder your lawyers will be needing. There's not so much grounds for a divorce on them as an entire estate, if you don't mind my little joke. Lots of self portraits of Charlie with various intimate friends. Female friends that is -- and none of them are wearing a jacket, I can assure you."

"Whoever you are, get out of my house! Now!"

"Ah, well that's where we come to the nitty gritty. I'm afraid this isn't going to be your house much longer, Gina. Sadly, Charlie has been making some very bad investments. Worse yet, he's been making them with other people's money. His clients want their cash back -- and quickly."

"What investments? And, again, who are you?"

"I'm a guy who deals with bad debts. It's my job to make sure that con men like Charlie Brede pay back what they owe. And you can call me Mr Nice Guy. Believe me, you don't want to meet my partner, Mr Bad Guy."

"I don't understand any of this."

"It's pretty simple, Mrs Brede. Your husband has unfortunately mislaid a rather large sum of money which belongs to some important and impatient people. They've hired me to put enough pressure on Charlie to make him see the error of his ways. Is that clear enough for you?"

"But it's got nothing to do with me. I don't know anything about Charlie's business affairs."

"What about his other affairs?"

"What?"

"Forget I spoke, Gina. I think Charlie has enough problems already. Now I'm sure that you're telling me the truth but it doesn't really matter. What does matter is putting some pressure on Charlie. Now there are different ways of doing that. My partner, just to take an example, would probably corner your husband and rip out a couple of his fingernails. But me, being a nice guy, I don't go in for that kind of rough stuff. Well, only as a last resort, anyway. I hope I don't have to take that option with you, Gina, because I think you're a very nice lady and I don't want to hurt you at all."

"Hurt me!"

"Oh, that's what my partner would do. He'd hurt you real bad, just to make sure that Charlie got the message. I'll show you. See this bulge in my pocket. It's not because I'm glad to see you, it's because I've got a gun in it. Here, take a look."

"Please, please don't shoot me! I'll get Charlie to do the right thing!"

"Don't get too excited, Gina. It's only a starting pistol. It only fires blanks. But you know what Mr Bad Guy would do with it? Mr Bad Guy would fire it off twice, once on each side of your head, next to your ears.

"Maybe you'd wind up deaf in both of them, maybe you wouldn't, but the blast would surely shred your earlobes, sweetie. Which would be a pity, because with only half an ear on each side of your pretty head, you'd have nowhere to park you earrings. Ears are very difficult things for plastic surgeons to fix, did you know that?"

"Oh God!"

"I think you'd be more correct in saying 'thank you' to God, Gina. You should thank him because I'm not Mr Bad Guy, I'm Mr Nice Guy, and I'm not into violence. That's why I've got this neat little video camera in my other pocket. Because with it you and I are going to make a neat little home video which will show Charlie that his home is definitely not his castle, and nothing which belongs to him is safe right now. Especially his wife."

"A video? What sort of a video?"

"Well, Mrs Brede, I'm sure you know what the act of fellation involves. In fact I daresay there are quite a few lucky guys who still have fond memories of the feel of your lips clamped around their cocks. I'm now going to avail myself of the opportunity to join them. Or would you prefer me to cock this pistol instead?"

"No, no, I'll do it!"

"I can't understand why some people say that nice guys never get any treats. I'm certainly going to get one now, aren't I Gina? But what we have to remember is that I'm going to be filming you all the time. And we must especially remember that your husband is going to be watching it. So we mustn't have you looking too eager, right? I want you looking reluctant and frightened, so frightened you'll do anything you're told to. Understand?"

"Yes . . . I understand."

"OK, then, Mrs Brede, you can start whenever you like . . . "

"That's fine, keep on looking up at the camera like that. Just be very careful with those long nails of yours. That's a very valuable piece of property down there. Treat it with the respect it deserves. Now say hello to Charlie."

"I . . ."

"What's the matter, Mrs Brede? Are you deliberately being rude? We've got an audio track on this camera too, and it's impolite not to talk. Not unless your mouth is full, which it isn't yet, is it?"

"No, sir."

"That's right. So go ahead and say hello to your husband while you're getting close and personal."

"Uh . . . hi, Charlie. This is Gina."

"This is a video camera, Gina, not a cell phone. I think that when Charlie sees you he'll know who you are. What I want you to do is to tell him what you're going to do for me. In detail."

"I'm -- I'm going to kneel down here in front of you and suck your cock, sir."

"Oh, come on, Gina. Didn't you use to work in the PR business? What sort of a mission statement is that? Bring your face in closer and whisper some sweet words to my cock to get it in the right mood."

"Oh, God! I'm going to give it the best blow job it's ever had. It's a huge, beautiful cock and I'm going to do everything I can think of with it, no matter how long it takes."

"And you hope Charlie will watch every second of it, don't you, Gina?"

"Yes, yes! Charlie, I want you to watch this and see what a total slut I can be with a guy I've never met before."

"Well, there you go, Charlie. Here was this fine looking wife of yours thinking she was going to have another boring day and see how it's turned out. Why, she may be so busy she doesn't even get a chance to watch Oprah. Never mind, the way she's headed she might score an appearance on Jerry Springer. Especially if I send him a copy of this tape, or put it on the internet. How about that, Gina, wouldn't that be something?"

"No, you don't have to do that, Charlie will pay everything he owes! I know he will!"

"You never can tell about these things, Mrs Brede, you never can tell. OK, let's have some wrist action now."

"Hey, hey, Gina, not bad. Either you paid real close attention to what they taught you in the sex education classes at school or you've done this plenty of times before. How many men have, shall we say, passed through your busy little hands?"

"I'm not . . . I don't remember."

"That's not a very interesting or stimulating answer, Mrs Brede. Surely you value your eardrums more highly than that?"

"Alright, alright . . . the truth is, I've never done a blow job for any man, not even Charlie. I've always hated the thought of going down on a . . . a cock."

"Oh, but you really are a smart woman, aren't you, Gina? Very, very smart. You know that's the most exciting thing you could have promised me, that I'm going to be the first guy inside your mouth. Of course, I don't believe it. But maybe, if you're a good enough actor, you might change my mind. As it is, right now, Charlie knows whether you're lying or not, but I don't. Well done, Gina."

"Oh God, I swear it's true. It really is, I've always thought it was such a disgusting thing to do."

"OK, then, let's see how much you have to learn. When I click my fingers you start getting a taste of my prick, and if you don't, it'll be the last thing you ever do hear."

END OF PART ONE

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