I nodded to the ropes an’ asked, “What’s that for?”
“See how things go,” said Lenny. “I might want to -- oh, make use of him, myself, when you’re done. In an oral manner.”
I just shook my head. Then Lenny took me back in the livin’ room an’ showed me the camera by the front door. It was set up on a tripod behind some plants -- Ficus? Rubber? I never can tell -- an’ it took in the whole room. You had to look hard to see it. It made me feel even creepier.
“Was that here the other night?” I asked him.
Lenny shook his head maybe a little too fast an’ said, “No, of course not. Don’t you remember how dark it was? Not enough light to shoot by.”
I didn’t really believe him, but I wasn’t gonna screw things up by bein’ a dick about it. Not now. I could always find out later.
Then Lenny showed me a pair of handcuffs he’d bought at some leather shop. They weren’t the best lookin’ pair I’d ever seen; fact is, I figure he got ripped off on ‘em. They wouldn’t hold nobody who didn’t want to be held. Not for long, anyways. Didn’t matter; I wasn’t plannin’ on usin’ handcuffs, anyway.
“What’re you going to use?” he asked, after I told him.
“These.” I showed him some thick plastic strips with a tiny loop on one end. The dykes I worked for used ‘em to tie their oversized trash bags an’ cops used somethin’ like ‘em, now, instead of handcuffs. “They work lots better.”
He nodded, just like a monkey in heat. Freak.
Through all of this, Wayne’d only shown his head once, at the top of the stairs. An’ that was just to shake it at us, in disgust, an’ say, “This isn’t right.”
“Go back to your room, Wayne,” said Lenny, “and maybe I’ll let you watch the video once we’re done. Unless you’d care to join us once everything’s -- oh, underway? I have the rope ready.”
“Don’t be disgusting,” he snapped back as he glared at me. “You’re going to jail, you know. And I’ll laugh at you the whole time you’re in.”
Man, talk about a pathetic line; Wayne was so full of shit with his “holier than thou” garbage. If somebody don’t want you to do something wrong, they stop you. Plain an’ simple. They don’t watch you make your plans to call up some guy an’ bullshit him into comin’ over to make a couple hundred just so you can get hold of him an’ then just say, “But it’s not right.” Fuck that. Deep down, he wanted to do it as much as Lenny did; he just didn’t have the balls to admit it. So he’s givin’ himself this weasely little out, where he can honestly say, “I told ‘em not to.” An’ since it ain’t a crime to prevent a crime or report one in California, he could probably of got off.
So I looked straight at him an’ told him flat out, “It don’t matter if you get the fuck out or you stay in your room, somethin’ goes wrong I’ll tell people you was in with us all the way, t’night.”
That way, if he pulled anything, if he told anybody, he’d go inside, too. Then I’d make damn sure his balls got cut off an’ jammed up his ass by some big stinkin’ uncut Nazi fucker. That shut him the fuck up...but he gave me that look, the one that creeped me all over. I eyed him, right back; neither one of us said anything, but I had the bells ringin’ in my brain, again. I think he saw my face grabbin’ a wary look, so he just sneered an’ disappeared back up the stairs.
Fuckin’ Wayne. What the fuck was he up to? Were both these cameras really connected to his bedroom TV so he could watch? Was he gonna direct this thing from his little “safe” room like you do some TV game show? “Fuck the boy for a prize?” Or was he plannin’ somethin’ even kinkier? I couldn’t tell, an’ that made me worry.
But then I noticed it was six an’ Lenny was callin’ the guy up to get his details. Short dark hair -- good. Blue eyes -- don’t remember what color Anthony’s were. Frat boy -- right look. Lifts weights, but not too much ‘cause he don’t want his muscles to get too tight -- he’d still be easy to handle. His girlfriend’s out of town an’ that’s why he’s horny. Total bullshit, but Lenny swallowed it whole an’ gave the stud his address.
“He’ll be here in an hour,” he said as he hung up. He was almost gigglin’, he was so into it.
“Get hold of it, Lenny,” I said, “or you’ll fuck it up. Just remember, I’m doin’ the job; you’re runnin’ the camera. That’s all till I’m done. Got it?”
He nodded like a monkey in heat, again. An’ just a little too quick.
Lenny an’ Wayne, there’s somethin’ about those two, the way they fit each other just a little too perfect, that made me want to call the whole thing off, all of a sudden. I could tell I’m not gettin’ the whole picture, here, but it was too late, now; the “stud” was on his way.
Thing is, I got to admit, I -- shit, I started feelin’ -- I dunno...ready for it. I got kind of horny just thinkin’ ‘bout what I was gonna do to this “rich little college kid” fake fuck. Like I...shit, I missed doin’ what
