Chapter 17

Claire’s phone pinged with an incoming message attached was an MP4 file, after she saw who it was from she attached her phone to a small computer that was unlinked to any other device, downloaded the file and ran it through several top-end and sophisticated antivirus programmes, checking for any bugs, viruses, worms or any other threat that might compromise her electronic devices or security. She then deleted and shredded the message. Only when she was satisfied it was safe did she open the file. After only three seconds of viewing, she stopped it, called her brothers and attached the computer to a large screen display.

When all three were comfortably seated she started the video again. It opened to a still of Lisa in her slip and bent over. The one all three agreed was outstanding. A voice message began to play.

“I just wanted to show my thanks to you for retrieving this for me. I know how much you liked it and I’m sure you watched it more than once. I don’t know why, but I believe you when you said that it was the only copy. So this is a copy for you.”

The still faded into a moving picture of Lisa facing the camera in her turquoise frock. Her hands went to the hem and slowly button by button she undid it, then let it fall to the ground. Her hands went to the hem of her slip preparing to pull it over her head, but paused for a second as if unsure, or obeying a silent command.

Then the slip was shrugged off her shoulders and instantly Lisa reached for her bra, undid it and let it join the rest of her clothes on the floor. Then she hooked her fingers into the waist of her panties and pushed them down. Only after she had slowly walked naked toward the camera, paused for a stark close-up of the pearls of moisture showing on her cunt, inserted a finger, then sucked it clean, did they realise they weren’t watching the original video. Lisa had recorded this new one for them.

All three had been so engrossed in what they were watching that they had missed that Lisa’s hair was in its newer, short style and there was no soundtrack. The low background panting of a man lusting after what he was seeing and would soon enjoy was missing.

Lisa slowly returned to her clothing, picked up her slip and raised it over her head, giving the camera and watchers an unobscured view of her perfect body. As it slithered down her body, Lisa bent over, allowing the slip to gape open and show her tits, and looked directly into the camera lens she smiled. One other difference between this and the original version was that in this one Lisa’s eyes were alive and sparkling, with a hint of mischief showing in them. The video held the still image as another voice-over started.