Chapter 1

I never liked Dave, and I don't think that there are many people who do. I mean, he has plenty of friends, but there are only a couple that really "liked" him. In my mind he was a bully and a braggart. He was what many might call "a man's man", arrogant, brash and gregarious.

We were the same age and we had gone to the same high school, but I barely knew him back then. Actually, the only reason I had even heard of him was because he was always getting into trouble, and his notoriety of being a "bad boy" was known throughout the school. We ran in different circles. I was a "jock", lettered in football, basket ball, and track. I was elected to the student council and president of the photography club. I seemed to be well liked, quiet and bashful. That's another area that Dave and I differed. He always had some giggling girl trailing in his wake, where as I was a virgin until near the end of my first year at Florida State where I majored in Photo Journalism.

As far as I know Dave never went to college. His dad owned an auto parts store and Dave went to work for him right out of high school. It seemed to work well for him because when I was home for Christmas my junior year, I read in the paper that their parts store business had grown to fifteen stores throughout the greater Atlanta area.

When I returned from FSU I was able to get a job at the local ABC affiliate TV station as a remote camera man. I also did side video photography jobs like weddings and reunions, that type of stuff. That's how Dave and my paths crossed.

I picked up my ringing cell phone and answered "Bill's Video",

Hey buddy, I don't know if you remember me or not but we went to high school together. This is Dave Bennett."

Surprised, I answered, "Sure, I remember you, how have you been?"

"Fuckin great! Hey Bill, Tommy Denton says you do videotaping."

"Sure do, why, are you getting married?"

Dave belched out a nasty laugh and practically yelled out "FUCK NO. I want you to film my brother's bachelor party."

"Well I have never done one before," I said hesitantly, "but I guess there's always a first time.

I took down all of the pertinent information, I told him that I would send over the contract and I would pick it up at the at the party. I thanked Dave for the job and hung up.

At thirty three, I still had not married and had not yet even had a serious relationship. The longest was for about six months. I had a couple of old girl friends that were fuck buddies, but that was it.

Dave wanted two video cameras for the shoot, one for overall coverage and one for close ups. For some reason I really wanted to do a good job for Dave, so I decided to add a still camera to the mix for free. I was still in touch with my old high school camera club buddies and I used them whenever I need help on a job. So I called John Knowles and Mike Carver and booked them for Friday night.

Friday, the guys met me my home and we loaded up my van with the equipment we would need. Dave was paying a pretty penny for this event and it was a good thing too because I really needed the cash. Video equipment isn't cheap.

We arrived early at the banquet hall that Dave had rented, I instructed Mike and John to bring in the equipment and went in search of Dave. The small hall looked like it could hold about fifty to seventy people. I noticed the caterers were setting up a bar and setting out a small buffet of finger foods. Dave was going all out for his little brother. I found Dave with a couple of other guys dragging in a king size mattress in through the back door. They leaned it against the wall and covered it with a sheet. I tapped Dave on the shoulder and stuck out my hand.

"Dave, I'm Bill Evans."

Turning, Dave looked up into my eyes and said. "The video guy right?"

I nodded, and we shook hands.

"I'll never forget that play you made against Riverdale to win the county championship. Hella'va fuckin catch." He said still pumping my arm.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

Then he pulled the contract out of his back pocket and handed it to me and I thanked him as I shoved it into mine.

Dave had definitely let himself go. In high school he had a fairly decently body, now it looked more like it belonged to Tony Soprano rather than Tony Danza. Whereas I had continued to work out and keep fit, Dave had put on some serious weight and his gut was beginning to hang over his belt. We probably both weighed the same but I was six three and he was about five ten or eleven and like Soprano, he was losing his hair.

I asked Dave, "Give me an idea what you are planning and if there is anything special that you would like me to make sure is in the video."

"I'm sure you know how to do your job, however there is one thing I would like. I want you to make it into two parts, the bachelor party, and then the cunt. Think you can handle that buddy?" Then he turned and started to walk away, stopping he turned and looked back at me. "Before things get moving why don't you go and interview the entertainment."

"Where are they?" I asked.

He pointed to a door on his right that said "LADIES." Then he was gone.

"Makes sense," I said to myself.

Mike and John had the equipment stacked neatly over by a baby grand piano that was pushed in to the corner out of the way. We surveyed the area and I gave them their assignments. Johnny was to operate the stationary long shot video and Mike would run around getting still shots. I would take one of the portable cameras and follow the action.

I snatched up the shoulder mount video and headed for the "LADIES" room.

I knocked on the door and a squeaky female voice asked "Who is it?"

"Camera man," I yelled. "They want me to interview the entertainment."

I heard excited giggling and then. "Come in".

Pushing the door open, I ducked down to make sure the camera cleared the door frame and with video running I strolled in to the bathroom. There were three women; two were standing in front of a large mirror putting on gobs of makeup. The third was sitting in one of those metal banquet hall folding chairs. She was leaning back against the tile wall, the chair was on its back legs and the girl had her feet dangling down in front. I thought she was attractive, very pretty even. She had blond hair, brown eyes and what looked like a very nice body. It was hard to tell with the oversized T shirt, baggy jeans and sandals. She reminded me of the girl on the hit TV show "LOST" named "Shannon". She had practically no makeup, only some lip gloss and some light blue eye shadow. One odd thing about her was that she had only one earring, it was in her left ear and she didn't seem too happy about being there.

I walked up to the two at the mirror and asked their names. How long they had been doing bachelor parties and what was it they liked most about doing them. I finished up with the two strippers and walked over to the sad blond in the chair. I got down on my knees in front of her and asked her what her name was.

"Shannon" she answered staring right at the camera.

"And why are you here".

"I'm the cunt".

Stunned, I mumbled something and was at a loss for words, finally I stuttered out, "why only one earring?"

"It's Dave's identification method."

"Identification method?" I asked confused.

"Yea, if Dave sends someone to me he just tells them. 'It's the blond with one earring.' I belong to Dave". She said firmly.

"You are Dave's girlfriend?"

"No, I belong to him. He owns me".

I laughed and said, "That went out of style a couple of hundred years ago."

She shrugged and stared back into the camera.

"How did you end up being Dave's property?"

"His younger brother Robert gave me to him on Dave's thirtieth birthday."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty"

"And how long have you belonged to Dave?"

"Three years."

"I assume that before you belonged to Dave, you belonged to Robert."

"Yes."

"How did Robert come to "own" you.

"He won me in a poker game from my dad."

"And how old were you when this happened."

"Fourteen"

"And what will your contribution to tonight's festivities be?"

"I have no idea, but you can bet it will involve a lot of fucking and sucking."

"You don't seem to be very happy about being here."

"I'm not, but I do whatever Dave tells me to."

"Anything?"

"Anything, she repeated, then added "I wouldn't do anything to hurt another person, or steal."

I thanked her for her time and walked dazed from the rest room. The two strippers were gawking at her as if she were from Mars.

I pulled Mike and John into the corner and played the blonds interview back to them.

"Holey shit." Mike exclaimed. "Where can I get one of those?"

We all laughed and went about our business getting ready. I had the feeling it was going to be a long night.

As I went around checking my gear my mind kept wandering back to Shannon. There was something about her that tugged at my heart. It was almost like I had met her before but I know that was impossible. I would have remembered someone that beautiful.

By nine o'clock there were about twenty men scattered about the room, some standing in small groups some at tables eating the snacks. At ten Dave stood and toasted his brother, made a couple of off colored jokes and introduced the strippers.

Loud music blared out of a boom box and the two bimbo's pranced out in to the middle of the room where the men had pushed everything aside to make room for them. In short order they were down to their g-strings and rubbing their tits all over Robert who had been placed in a chair at the edge of the circle. By the time it was eleven o'clock the music had stopped, the girls had collected their costumes and gone back into the rest room to get the rest of their stuff and then they left.

Dave looked at me and pointed to the ladies room. I swung the camera in that direction and saw the door slowly begin to open. Shannon walked nude, head down, across the floor, the men parted as she approached. She stopped in the center of the circle of men and stood there, arms at her sides watching the floor.

Dave called for everyone's attention, "Three years ago my brother gave me a wonderful gift. One, as they say, keeps on giving. Tonight he will get to witness a fantasy that he told me that wished that he had fulfilled before he had given me his treasure."

Mike and I were circling Shannon documenting every crack and crevice. I whispered to Mike, "Go tell John to get the other hand held camera and leave the stationary running."

Dave having finished his little speech nodded to a guy over by the back door and he pushed open. The Sprint commercial could have been filmed in that moment.

I was focused on Shannon's face as she looked in the direction of the door. I was glad to see John had the other portable up and running, catching the action at the door. The door opened wide and two beautiful Great Danes and a striking brunette in a black corset and black panties strolled casually into the hall.

Shannon's eyes went wide with fear and quickly looked back down at her feet.

Murmurs rippled among the men. The brunette trainer tied one of the dogs to the leg of a table that had been pushed over against the wall and commanded the dog to sit. Then she brought the other animal to the center of the room next to Shannon.

"Have you ever had sex with a dog before cunt?"

"No mistress." Shannon croaked.

The woman spoke a soft command to the dog and he promptly stuck his nose in Shannon's crotch and began licking.

John and I had worked as a team on quite a few gigs and we found that we almost instinctively knew what the other would film. I still had Shannon's face framed in the view finder and Mike focused on the woman and the dog.

When the dog stuck his muzzle in her pussy, Shannon made a little squeak, her body jerked and she went up on her toes, but did not move away from the dog's attack.

"Spread your legs," the woman commanded."

I panned back to take in Shannon's entire body as she tentatively stepped out about twelve inches with her right foot.