Chapter 19. Grappa For Pope - Long Last Day Of Work

Friday September 12, 2008

Joe had his last 4 interviews scheduled for Friday, at times and locations that were especially inconvenient. The first was early, in Oxnard (Ventura county to the northwest). This is a long drive from his home. Joe had Buzz pick him up at his home before sunrise. The talk was scheduled for an hour, but it ran long, the guy asked Joe’s advice, engaging and flattering him with something Joe was interested in from a past case, so they got talking. (This is a clever interview technique.) Joe recorded the interview and emailed his comments as Buzz drove to the second interview in Glendale, which in much closer to the office.

At 11 AM, the divorce papers arrived at the office, the receptionist signed for them, marked them as “Urgent” and put them is Joe’s mailbox along with the mail. This almost blew up the day, Barnes was supposed to arrange delivery for Saturday morning, after the last interview, but I knew Pope would not be available. If Joe opened the envelope the last two interviews would have been missed. At 11:15 Joe’s van rolled in. He gabbed his mail, stopped at his office, and was on the road again by 11:30. All this was caught on camera to establish service of the legal papers.

David Barnes watched the entire exchange, then called his former wife to say that Joe Pope had gotten his divorce papers. Vi and the Church girls celebrated with a special meal at a seafood place near Half-Moon Bay - near San Francisco.

In fact this worked out better for me, Joe did not even look at the envelopes, he just dumped them in his briefcase so they were available for me to use later. He was more interested in a shot of scotch which he slugged down and then took off again.

Joe has a very focused approach to his time of the job, and he assumed that anything that came by mail was not that time-critical. Once he picked up his mail and put in his briefcase he would stay on task and would not look at it until tomorrow. For now his focus was the day’s last two interviews, when that was done, typed up and emailed to the office he would consider himself off the clock. This focus had served him well. In fact, since I knew he had a call girl scheduled for the motel tonight, he would be thinking how he was going to conserve the strength to screw the girl twice. Then tomorrow morning, once he was at the office and “on the clock” he would look at his office mail. It was just the way he thought.

I would interrupt that train of thought.

Buzz drove Joe to his third appointment which was in Orange County (southwest) and by 3:00 that was done. They returned to the Pope house where Joe cut Buzz free, they both had plans for the weekend and they each wanted to get started early, without each other.

Joe’s last appointment was in the desert of San Bernardino county (northeast). Joe had his own plans for afterwards so he had decided to take his Audi and rent a room for fun and games later. The plan was that he could meet the guy at the bar, do the interview, send in the final notes via email, then celebrate the completion of a long week of work well-done. For the effort he believed that he merited some rented female companionship in privacy.

Joe had not enjoyed any pussy (only BJs) for going on two weeks so he scheduled a 2 hour date starting at 11 PM with a Nevada hooker he knew. That would be well after he emailed the notes from the day. He was thinking it was her last appointment of the night so she would want to spend the night at a discount. At a previous firm Joe had helped this girl through two divorces so he had a shot. Having sex with the whore was a violation of the firm rules, but he knew the girl was a good time and it would be safe sex so he made a selfish and irresponsible “executive” decision about the girl. I was aware of his schedule, we were been over it together. I also knew of his post-interview plans, Joe is a creature of habit so I knew the motel, the room he would use and the girl he hoped to screw.

Sometimes discretion was needed, the motel he picked was noted for not having any camera coverage of certain doors and a sharp turn into some the parking spots which avoided the outside cameras. He and I had stayed there before so I was familiar with the camera setup for the room he would take.

When I left the pizza place after the party with Sheri’s team I made one call then popped the battery in my cell phone. I arrived at the motel at 9:00 PM. Brisk and Corum were 30 minutes behind me, they had their instructions.

When I knocked on Joe’s motel room door he had just sent off his notes (the computer folks texted me). He was surprised to see me. I made sure he saw the bottle of grappa I had, from a relatively new vineyard up in wine country. I said I could not stay long, but I was in the area and I wanted to leave him a little reward for getting thru the week. He thought I was very considerate and insisted that I share a glass after my long drive.

I poured. Slight-of-hand, learned at an age of 8, was a skill that never goes out of style.

His first drink had one sleeping pill, the second had two pills. He was out cold before I poured the third drink. When I was sure I signaled to the guys waiting in the lot. We put Joe and his stuff in his car trunk and were gone long before the call girl showed up.

I did notice that the divorce papers, unopened, were in his briefcase. Bonus!

We drove the three cars (Pope’s Audi, my rental and Brisk’s truck) by different routes to the safe house. The rental car had an accident so no pictures were taken of me returning it. The two brothers joined me at the fort where we confined Joe in his prison cell. Getting him settled (undressed, medical hookups, restraints) was easier with him asleep. I slipped a leather wrapped gag into Joe’s mouth, I didn’t want him biting his tongue off when I whipped him. I also bagged Joe, some things would be easier that way.

Joe’s confinement was not like Darnel’s, there were no plans for waterboarding or anything like that, he would not need it. Joe was essentially strapped face down held on a bed with stiff leather cuffs, very wide straps and pillows. He slept his drugs off in cell #2. Darnel was in cell #1, sleeping fitfully through another drug addiction sleep cycle. Both were 30 feet below ground, with a very solid safehouse/fort overhead. I set the drugs in both rooms for late Saturday afternoon. I expected to have some words with both.

When I got home it was well after midnight Friday and I was too tired to be any fun. Abril and Cynthia were still in my bed. We took a quick shower for my benefit and they were very friendly but undemanding. I told them that I had late plans for Saturday, late enough so I might not get home before sunrise Sunday. But I planned for a better day Sunday.

When we climbed into be they did the “tongue and lip kisses around my cock” thing, a good time for all.

Saturday September 13, 2008

I was back at the safe house Saturday afternoon after work. It was time for some serious conversations conversations with both Joe and Darnel, who had been awake for several hours but were not offered coffee. I had set their drugs so they would both be awake when I arrived because I planned to go back and forth between them.

I did not realize it until I arrived, but Nia was there cleaning the first floor of the fort, she had been dropped off by Qwit and figured to call Zar for a ride when she was done. She and I shared a little entertainment on some of my breaks between the guys. I would say I was more than successful in all regards.

Joe, First Lashings

After making sure they were both awake I started with Joe. To be honest, keeping him alive and undamaged was a bother, so I wanted to wring the facts out of him fast. But first he needed some motivation. I had a bag over his head, and I used a voice modifier to keep my identity from him. I needed to hold him in place without damage so I used forearm cuffs made of stiff leather that did not crush the flesh but held him up well enough. Then I rotated the bed so he was standing up, exposing his entire back. The setup was like you see in the Age-Of-Sail naval or piracy movie. Picture a discipline scene on HMS Bounty and the like. (“I’ll see that scurvy seadog lashed to the grate for a taste of the cat, if you please Mr. Christian. I caught him eating one of the King’s strawberries!”)

I had a punishment whip designed for pain, but not damage. the lashes were wide and heavy, formed with a rounded edge on each side, so as not to cut the skin. Professional S+ M “confessional” women used then as the punishment needed for the “M” to repent for the sins they were confessing.

When all was ready I opened the double vents between the two cells allowing Darnel to hear the next part, it could be instructive. Normally these are closed on both sides but when they are both open sounds can pass from one room to the other. I wanted to double the effect of the next part, it was going to be work for me so I wanted the most out of it.

With Joe in a standing position I used the punishment whips on him. I didn’t say anything, he was gagged so he really could not speak and this session was purely motivational. The whip was loud, the blows beat him up, left bruises and hurt like hell, but the flat leather did no serious damage to the flesh when used properly. A professional would drag 30 lashes out over 4 or more hours, making the ordeal a ritual for both, with plenty of “bad boy” talk and the start of a confession back and forth in between. It was considered “confession therapy” when both parties consented, some folks found it productive.

I could not spare that much time and paperwork so I did the 30 lashes in forty minutes, with no warning beyond standing him up on the rack. There were no questions. The first lash had Joe trying to curse and object, which were pretty ineffective because of the gag. By lash #20 Pope was sobbing in pain as each stroke hit, he was begging to tell everything even if he had no idea what I wanted.

Some things can’t be hurried, I wanted to be sure so I added 10 more. I then rotated the bed back to horizontal so he was again reclining face down. I applied antibiotics and healing salve to his back to aid healing, like a professional therapist would. The body really needed to show healing. Then I switched his drinking tube to a sleeper and pain killer combo that would put him out for 3 hours, the sleep would be deep enough make him think a day had passed.

Then I closed the vents.

Darnel Talks Money

Darnel was hurting bad from the drugs and hallucinations. He was awake during the lashing and wondering what sort of hell was going on in the next room. The whipping sound was clear and distinct, lasted a long time and on top of what addiction was doing to him it really made an impression.

When I was done with Joe I gave Darnel a small amount of joy in a needle, just enough to make him talkative.

Still he asked. “What was the sound I heard from the other room? It sounded like...”

“Stop there,” I said. “I was hoping to avoid talking about it. If you tell me what I want to know, you can remain in blissful ignorance, that is a better choice for both of us. But if you don’t give me what I want, then you are going to find out the hard way about those sounds and some much more serious sounds that come later, sparking sounds. It is your choice.”