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Part 2 - The Setup
I was contacted by eMail about 6 months ago by this guy, some hotshot Hollywood producer. He was a little circumspect about what he wanted at first but he soon opened up, once he knew he could trust me. It seems he had been married to this bitch called Natasha for about 5 years. She was about 20 years younger than him and a real hot piece of ass. They had met when she was just 17 and had got married when she was about 21, making her around 26 by the time he asked for my help. He eMailed me her picture and as soon as I saw it, my dick got hard thinking about all the things I could do with her. She was about 5 5, light all over tan, shoulder length black hair, and a body to die for. She had amazing tits, 36 DD, and an ass that you wouldn't believe. She was hot with a capital 'H' and, according to the guy, the bitch knew it.
Now when a 40 year old guy marries a girl like that, he ain't deluding himself that she's in it for love. She's a trophy wife, pure and simple. But if that girl decides she's gonna hitch herself to a guy, no matter what her motives, and spend his money, drive around in his sports convertible and be seen on his arm at the Oscars, then she'd better be faithful and stick with that guy. It's disrespectful to fuck around with other guys when you're taking some poor schmuck for everything he's got.
And of course that's what this girl was doing: taking my client's money while fucking around with other guys. Basically, she was making my guy look like a fucking idiot. From what my client told me, it was common knowledge that she was sleeping around, bad mouthing him, making him a laughing stock around town. That's not good business in Hollywood. How the hell can you keep a $100m production on track when you can't even keep your wife in line?
And the best thing was she had a sister, name of Rachel, who was also pissing my guy off. You know the type: comes round all the fucking time sticking her nose into your business, encouraging your wife to spend your money, covering up for her, arguing with you, turning your wife against you, just really being a royal pain in the ass all the time. And just like Natasha, her sister was pretty hot too. Her tits weren't as big but she had a real cute face and a decent body. I could just imagine that girl looking up at me with her big brown doe eyes, pleading for mercy.
Call me a soft touch but we agreed a two-for-one deal! I love doing two gals together, and there's a particular buzz if they're sisters. I did a mother and daughter once. That was a blast: remind me to tell you about it sometime.
The keys to this business are 1) planning and 2) more planning. Ideally, nothing should be left to chance. Sure, you can't eliminate chance entirely but you can do your best to minimise any unforeseen circumstances. It takes me about a month to plan an operation once I get the git-go from the client and the first tranche of money has cleared my account. During that time, I follow the target around, see who she meets, what she does, where she goes, if she has a routine. It also gives me time to scope her out, think about what I want to do to her. It's no good planning lots of things to do with a girl's tits if she's flat-chested, for example. Also, by watching what she does and where she goes, you can get a pretty good idea what things would be the most humiliating and degrading for the target.
In this instance, my team followed Natasha for about 2 weeks. During that time, we got to know her pretty well. Firstly, it was clear she was a whore. Every other day, we spotted her with some other guy, going to hotel rooms, visiting houses, inviting the gardener inside the house and pulling the drapes across. Hell, once we even saw her being fucked from behind by the pool guy on the balcony of her bedroom when her husband was out earning cash for her to spend. It was clear therefore that a major element of our visit to her would have to concentrate on showing her what sort of things a real whore does.
Secondly, she cared a lot about her appearance. She was always going to hair salons and manicurists and gyms to get herself refurbished. Plus she loved shopping for clothes. Barely a day went by when she didn't buy a ton of designer labels from Rodeo Drive or somewhere like it. This meant that we had to treat her real trashy, mess her appearance up a little, treat her like a dog.
And thirdly, as I said before, she had the most amazing tits. It was only when you saw her in the flesh that you realised just how fantastic they were: real firm 36DD babies that jiggled just the right amount when she walked, straining against the thin cotton tops and dresses that she liked to wear. More often than not, she didn't wear a bra. And more than once, we watched her sunbathing topless by the pool and marvelled at the smooth brown orbs topped with wonderfully erect nipples that were exposed to our view.
She also spent a lot of time with her sister. We watched her too. She seemed a real bitch. She was married and we watched as the whore chewed out her husband over and over in public, embarrassing him, putting him down, making him feel small. Like her sister, the fact that she obviously despised her husband didn't stop her spending his money. We also watched her out walking her dog, a huge Great Dane, in the hills. Twice, she met some guy up there, tied the dog to a tree, and fucked this guy silly. I imagine the dog was real confused seeing this bitch on all fours being fucked from behind doggy-style like an animal. She was a real piece of work who obviously needed bringing down a peg or two. It was clear to me that what she needed was a real good dose of humiliation, preferably in public, to see how she liked it.
Thing was though Rachel wasn't initially part of the deal. But hey, we're nice guys. Sometimes we'll throw a freebie in out of the goodness of our hearts. And of course there was plenty more we could do when we had two bitches to mess with rather than just the one.
Once we had scoped things out, we needed to agree with the client the time and place. We told him about our thoughts about involving Rachel as well and he gave us approval. He thought that Rachel's husband, who was a good friend of his, would appreciate our work.
Timing and location is crucial. I thought a good long weekend would be sufficient. That would give us plenty of time to play with these tramps and for them to learn their lesson. I also decided that the best location for both the capture and the operation itself would be the client's home. It was a secure location and there was less chance of being caught in the act as it were. I have done snatches away from the target's home, like when they were out shopping or driving in their car, but even though the buzz you get from taking someone off the street is incredible, its much more dangerous. Also, you then have to go to the trouble of setting up a location to do the work itself which leads to more planning and more cost. In this case, the house was secluded and, from a review of the floor plans and photos of the house provided by the client, had a lot of possibilities.
I contacted the client and told him we wanted to do a home invasion scenario. He approved and arranged to be away the next weekend. However we also had to be sure that the targets would be more or less alone that weekend. I could imagine that Natasha would be out whoring herself all over town once her husband went away, and meeting guy after guy. So we set up an arrangement whereby she had to stay in the house all weekend.
The story we eventually agreed was that the house was going to be redecorated and that Natasha had to stay there to supervise the builders, and make sure they did what she wanted. We had judged our girl right. She agreed immediately. First of all, we figured that she would jump at the chance to spend our guy's money by redecorating the place, and secondly, we guessed that the thought of a group of hunky builders coming to her house just made her wet. I bet she thought she had just ordered a take out! My client showed touching concern for his wife by asking her to invite her sister over for the weekend so she wouldn't be alone. Naturally she agreed. Everything was set.
The last week before the operation is the most tense and the most difficult. First of all, I abstain from sex for that week. I want my balls full of cum for the operation itself. Its real difficult to keep from playing with myself during that last week because by then I've a pretty good idea what's going to go down and you just can't help fantasising about all the good times to come.
Also, that's when I pull together the full team. I have a couple of guys who help me with the operations. Each of them has different skills and different likes and dislikes. For this op, I decided on a team of 3 including myself. My first team member was Frank, an black ex-bouncer from East LA. His presence alone was enough to terrify most people into doing whatever we said. He was a good rope man and could hogtie even a struggling girl in 30 seconds or less. My other team member was Ted, a skinny little guy from Venice Beach. He was a real pervert. I didn't want to know the things that went on in his head though it was fun to watch him play out some of his ideas. I loved watching him make girls do stuff he'd found on the internet - it was a real turn on.
Oh, and by the way, Frank and Ted aren't their real names; those are just the names we use when we're at work. Just so you know, ok.
Thursday evening, I spoke to our guy to see if he still wanted to go ahead with it. The first tranche of money is non-refundable but I give the client the chance to call the operation off just before D-Day. Our guy was keen to go ahead. His wife had become more of a bitch over the past few days, and had even taunted him about him being inadequate in bed the night before. Bad mistake! I told the client to wire the second tranche to my account to arrive by midday Friday, and then gave him a brief outline of what we planned. He would get a detailed debrief, plus pictures and videos, after we had finished.
It was important for the client to know roughly what we were planning to do and for us to know what the client wanted. Some guys just want their girls humiliated and roughed up a little, with no sex. Others want the bitches fucked by as many guys as possible in as many holes as is possible and covered in as much cum as possible. Some guys have more specific demands about what they want done. Some of those can be fun but weird. You wouldn't believe some of the things some clients have wanted doing. Anyway, I outlined what we planned to do with our client's girls. It was the usual sort of package we offer: heavy sexual humiliation and degradation with no holds barred, except for the provison that our guy didn't want the girls fucked by all and sundry. Luckily, he agreed that me, Frank and Ted could fuck them but no-one else. That worked for me. Having outlined what we planned, our guy approved our ideas and threw in a couple of thoughts that we might want to consider. I thanked him and hung up the phone.
Friday, I checked that the monies had arrived. They had. I called Frank and told him to get the van ready. We were ready to roll.
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