Chapter 1

The air was so clear you could see the John Hancock Center almost fifteen miles away from the Northwest suburban office building. The afternoon rain had stopped before snarling rush hour traffic, and the temperature was a perfect seventy-eight degrees. It was a fitting end to a pretty successful work week.

As five o'clock approached a tradition was being upheld at the bar and grill across the street. Yup, it was Friday evening all right, no doubt about it. At Terry's Do Drop Inn, Dave and Frank sat warming the same bar stools they had every Friday night for the last three years. Tonight was no different except that a new face from work had stopped in for a quick one.

"Don't look now," Dave told Frank, "but ass hole's coming over." Frank looked around to see who his friend was talking about but the only person he saw was Bill Conway. Was Dave talking about Bill, he wondered. It seemed unlikely, Bill was one the nicest guys at work.

Dave turned toward Bill just as he was reaching the bar. "Well, to what do we owe the honor of your company?" he asked disingenuously.

Bill, with his usual bright smile and sincere manner lightly slapped Dave on the back in a friendly gesture. "Hey Dave, how you doing?" He reached behind Dave and extended his hand toward Frank. "Hi Frank, can I buy you two guys a beer?"

"Sure," they said in unison.

"So," said Dave, "I thought you always headed straight home after work, something about being pussy whipped," he said.

Frank thought his friend's remark was uncalled for but Bill just took it in stride and laughed it off. He didn't really like Dave at all but he did have to work with him, so against his nature, he let a lot of things slide. "Debbie was visiting her mother today," Bill replied, "she won't be home till around eight tonight, so I thought I'd stop in a grab a brew."

The three co-workers talked about a couple new clients the company landed during the week but it wasn't long before Bill had enough of Dave's company and was looking to get out of there. He finished the last little bit of his beer with one bottoms up. "Take care guys," he said as the last of the foam slide slowly down the inside of his glass.

"That guy's such an ass hole," said Dave again bringing his newly filled mug to his lips.

"What do you have against him?" asked Frank. "I've always thought Bill was a pretty nice guy."

"Naa," said Dave, "the guys an ass hole and so is that little prissy he's married to."

Dave was a pompous arrogant jack ass and sometimes Frank wondered why he hung out with him at all. Of course then he remembered. Dave was also a super good looking guy and had all the confidence in the world when it came to women. In spite of him having a gorgeous wife at home, Dave got more ass than a toilet seat at Taco Bell.

Frank, on the other hand, wasn't that good looking, and sure as hell, didn't have any confidence with the ladies. He was a bachelor and if it wasn't for Dave fixing him up, he'd never get laid.

"I knew Debbie in college," Dave said while on his way to getting a little tipsy. "In fact I knew her before ass hole did. She was crazy about me until old Bill stepped in."

"I didn't know that. You knew Debbie Conway in college?"

"Yeah, I just said I did, didn't I? Only she was Debbie Breckshaw then," said Dave with a slight slur to his words. "Hell, I fucked her two or three times before old Billy boy even knew her."

Damn, thought Frank, is there any woman in town that Dave hasn't had in the sack? Just then a woman who had been sitting at one of the tables in the back came up to Dave. It wasn't long before the three of them were sitting together and the conversation turned to sex. "I'd love to rock your world good looking," Dave said, now in pick up mode, "but I can't leave my friend here alone. Do you have a girlfriend you can call?"

"Sure, I think I can get somebody for him," she said as she took the cell phone from her purse. After dialing a couple numbers the good looking redhead returned the phone to its lair. "It's all arranged," she said a few minutes later, "Sue will meet us at my place."

"Then why are we still sitting here?" Dave asked.

Later the following week Dave sat in his office. His sales were slipping for the month and he needed to concentrate on increasing his bottom line. It was the concentrating part he was finding difficult. His mind was too filled with other things, jealously, anger, revenge, larceny, and maybe even a little blackmail to name a few.

He knew he had lied to Frank the other day when he said he had fucked Bill's wife in college. Truthfully, he tried several times but she never even gave him the time of day. He always figured she was just playing hard to get and sooner or later she would succumb to his charms, but the next thing he knew she was running around with Bill. After that he never saw her without him.

It had always been so easy for Dave. He was smooth, good looking, and had that certain arrogance women seem to like in a man. Yep, he could have just about any woman he wanted, but Debbie was the one that got away and it had been eating at him ever since.

He could always use the date rape drug on her like he did the boss's wife, but he didn't really want to do that. He wanted her to submit to him freely. Yeah, in spite of the fact he couldn't get into her pants in college, over the years Dave started believing his own press. All he had to do, he thought to himself, was give her an excuse, a reason, and she would jump right in the sack with him. No problem. With his charisma and the right plan, he'd finally fuck that little bitch.

By the end of the day Dave had forgotten all about raising his sales figures and, instead, formulated a plan, and oh what a plan it was. Not only would he fuck Debbie, but he would get her to fuck Frank as well, and they would do it all right in front of Bill. But that wasn't even the best part, if everything went like he planned, he'd have some blackmail material he could use to force Debbie into bed whenever he wanted. Oh yeah, he thought being extremely pleased with himself, what a plan. He would need Frank to go along with it, but that wouldn't be a problem. He'll explain everything to Frank tomorrow at lunch.

The next day Dave was so excited to explain his devious scheme to his buddy, that he didn't even notice Annie, Bill's secretary, sitting in the booth closest to the bar. She had about the same opinion of Dave as Bill did so she turned her head as Dave passed on his way to the stool next to Frank's.

"Hey my friend," Dave said, "do I have a great idea."

"What's that," Frank questioned.

"Remember what I was saying about Debbie Conway?"

"Yeah sure, you said you fucked her a couple times in college, before Bill knew her."

Annie heard the name of her boss and moved closer to the edge of the booth so she could eavesdrop.

"Well," Dave said still talking a little louder than he should have been, "I've got a way to fuck her again ... and, old buddy, for you to fuck her as well, in fact we're going to double team her. What do you think about that?"

Frank just looked at him not too sure what to make of Dave's brag. Was he kidding? Hell, he knew how good Dave was but to fuck the wife of a friend, he wasn't quite sure he wanted any part of it. "Damn Dave," he said, "what if Bill ever found out. Shit man, he'd kill us both."

"That's the beauty of it, Frank, Bill is going to sit right there and watch us do it."

Frank thought the strain of work must be getting to his pal. "Dave, what the hell are you talking about? Bill would probably shoot us both if he caught us with Debbie."

Annie was straining to hear. She was missing a few words here and there, but she was hearing enough to get the gist of what they were saying.

"I told you before, Debbie and I screwed several times in college. I know all she needs is an excuse to cheat on Bill and I'd have my dick in her with no problem. In fact, I'm pretty sure I can get her to take us both on, as for numb nuts, we'll drug him..."

"Drug him? With what? How the hell are you going to drug him?" Frank asked incredulously.

"Shhhhh," he shushed Frank with his finger, "don't worry, I know what I'm talking about." He got the bartender's attention. "Hey Pete, is Terry in the back?"

"Yeah he's back there, you want to see him?"

"Yeah, if he's not too busy would you have him come on out. I want him to tell my friend here about that powder he brought back from Hong Kong."

"Alright," said Pete, "just a minute I'll get him."

A couple minutes later Terry, the owner of the place, was crouched down with his elbows resting on the other side of the bar from the co-conspirators. "Terry," Dave said, "tell Frank about that stuff you got last year in Hong Kong."

You didn't have to be good at reading faces to see Terry was not pleased with Dave's request. "Damn it, Dave," he said with an angry voice, "I told you not to say anything to anyone about that shit. I could go to fucking jail if they caught me with it."

"I know, Terry, but this is Frank, you know him, he's not going to say anything. Besides, he's going to help me with a little plan I've cooked up and I'm going to need some more of that stuff," Dave told him.

Terry looked first at Dave then at Frank. "Okay," he said, "but lower your damn voices, I'd lose the bar and everything if I ever got caught selling that stuff." The three put their heads together so Terry could speak as quietly as possible. "You wouldn't believe this shit, Frank. All you do is put a little in someone's drink and in a few minutes it lowers their inhibitions and makes them very, very susceptible to suggestion. Shit, slip a little in some chicks drink and in ten minutes you could do anything you wanted with her, and the real beauty of it is, after it wears off, they can't remember shit."

Frank was fascinated, maybe this is his answer. "And the stuff really works?" he asked.

"Just ask Dave here," said Terry.

"You really used it? Who the hell did you drug?"

Dave smiled not knowing if he should really tell Frank or not. Oh what the hell, he thought, in a few days he's going to be as guilty as I am. Dave put his arm around Frank's back bringing them even closer together. "A few months ago I drugged Barbara Cunningham," he said with a big grin.

Franks eyes just about popped out of his head. "George's wife," he exclaimed, "the boss's wife? Are you nuts?"

"On the contrary my friend, I've got her on video begging for me to fuck her. I've got her sucking my cock, taking it up her pussy, and even taking it up her ass. It's my insurance policy. Just in case old George ever decides to can me for some reason, I'll play the video for him. I'll tell him I'll spread it all over the internet. He wouldn't dare do anything. I've got him by the short hairs and he doesn't even know it."

"We can do the same thing with Debbie," he continued. "If I can convince her to let me video us together we can use it later to blackmail her. We'll tell her it's for Bill so he'll be able to watch it when ever he wants. Then, after we fuck the shit out of her, we'll tell her the truth and that Bill won't remember anything. We'll tell her if she wants to keep it that way, she'll fuck us anytime we want. She'll have no choice," she said grinning from ear to ear.

Annie was still listening intently. She knew Dave was not very nice but she had no idea until now, what a scumbag he really was.

The three at the bar joked and laughed as Dave laid out his sinister plot.

Annie, not wanting to leave until she heard everything she could, was twenty minutes late getting back from lunch. As soon as she reached her desk she hit the intercom button.

"Bill do you have a few minutes?" she asked, "it's important, I have to talk to you."

Bill already knew she was late getting back and now she sounded desperate. He told her to come right in.

Annie sat across the desk from her boss. She was nervous, she was wringing her hands together.

"Annie what is it?" asked Bill. It wasn't hard to see how upset she was. In the eight years she'd worked for him he'd never seen her like this. "Annie, if you have an emergency and have to leav..."

"They're going to drug you," she said abruptly, "They're going to drug you and have sex with your wife."

Bill just kind of flopped back in his high back chair. The expression on his face was one of being stunned. "It's true," Annie said, "I heard them talking across the street, Bill. They plan on using some kind of drug that will make you go along with anything they say, then they're going to fuck Debbie right in front of you."

Bill held his hand up in a stopping motion. He needed a second to wrap his head around what his secretary was saying. "Okay," he said slowly, "first, who is going to drug me?"

"Dave Wilson and Frank Ambrey," she answered immediately.

"Annie, are you sure you heard them right? Maybe they were just joking. People don't just go around drugging other people. You must have heard them wrong."

"No Bill they weren't joking and I know what I heard." Bill looked at his secretary. She had always been a down to earth, hard working woman. Hell, he knew her husband, they'd been over his house visiting. He never had cause not believe her before, but this was so fantastic, could it really be true? He watched as tears started to form in her eyes and knew she was dead serious.

"Bill there's more. Something you're not going like. It sounded like ... well, I'm not really sure about this but it sure sounded like..."

"For crying out loud, Annie," Bill said showing some impatience, "it sounded like what?"

Annie put her head down. She couldn't face her boss. "Bill it sounded like Debbie was in on it ... or at least Dave was pretty confident she would go along with it."

For a second Bill couldn't breathe. No way, he thought, there is no way Debbie would be in on a plot to drug him, no fucking way.

"Annie you must be wrong about that," he said with conviction.

"I hope so, Bill," she replied, "like I said, I'm not really sure about that part. I was in the booth and sometimes I couldn't hear very well. I'd be careful though, Bill. Dave made it sound like she was all for it."

Annie went on and told Bill more about the drug they planned to use. She told him how it can make someone do anything you want them to and then not remember anything when it wore off.

"Hell," said Bill, "I don't believe there really is such a drug."

"Actually Bill, I do," she said staring Bill right in the eye, "Dave used it on Barbara Cunningham. He swears he has all kinds of dirty videos of him and her in bed together. You know Barbara, she's as straight as they come, drugging her would be the only way Dave would ever get her to have sex with him. Dave says he's keeping the video just in case he ever needs it to blackmail George."

Bill was in a state of shock. He couldn't believe Dave and Frank would really do such a thing and he refused to believe that his wife would have any part in such a scheme even if it was real. "Annie," he said as if in a daze, "go on back to your desk. Hold my calls until I say different, I need some time to figure all this out."

"Okay Bill," she answered with a sadness in the tone of her voice.

Bill's mind was spinning out of control. He was trying to think logically, but this was such an illogical situation. What do I do first, he thought, go to the cops? Hell, he couldn't prove anything. Okay, Bill told himself, first things first. Bill sat down at his computer. The drug Annie was talking about sounded a little farfetched, first he had to see if such a drug even existed.

It didn't take him long to find exactly what he was looking for. It was just as Annie said, it was fast working, it lowered a person's inhibitions, it made them extremely susceptible to suggestion, and once the drug wore off, the person had no memory of anything they did while under it's influence.

All his life Bill had been a pretty easy going guy. Revenge was not his style ... until now! Bill couldn't remember ever being so angry or ever wanted to hurt anyone as bad as he wanted to hurt Dave and Frank. As he sat at his desk Bill made himself a promise, I'm going to destroy those two mother fuckers.

Bill reached for the intercom. "Annie could you come in here for a second please?"

A moment later Annie was standing in front of his desk. He could see she had been crying. "Annie I looked up that drug you were talking about, it really does exist. It wasn't that I didn't believe you, it was just such an outrageous story, but I do believe you, Annie. Please don't worry about me. I'm going to be fine," he assured her.

Annie raised a tissue to her eyes. She felt a little better knowing he believed her for sure now.

"Annie, did they say exactly when this was supposed to happen?"

"Oh my God," she said, "I forgot to tell you. Yes, they had a big laugh about it, they're going to do it on your birthday next week."

Bill could feel his blood boiling. Dave must have gone to HR and looked up his birthday. Well, that was a week from Thursday, nine days away. He had to act fast but he wasn't even sure what he was going to do yet.

"Okay Annie, thanks," he said dismissing her.

"Oh," said Bill before she got to the door, "one more thing, are you sure they said Debbie was in on it? I'd trust Debbie with my life, I just can't believe she would be a part of anything like this. Maybe they're planning on drugging her too."

"Bill, like I said, I didn't hear everything, but it did sound like Dave was pretty sure she would go along with it. I'm sorry, Bill," she said sadly before leaving his office.

Bill just stared out the window toward down town Chicago. He had always considered himself the luckiest guy in the world when he found Debbie. She was everything to him. She couldn't possibly be involved in this, she just couldn't. What do I do, he thought, confront her? No, he couldn't do that, if she was in on it they would just call the whole thing off and he'd never know for sure. All he could do was wait, watch, and see if he noticed any changes in her attitude. In the mean time he had to set a trap for Dave and Frank. He was praying that trap would not include his wife as well.

That night Debbie greeted him at the door as usual throwing her arms around her loving man and planting a big, sloppy kiss on his lips. Bill kept telling himself there was just no way Debbie was a part of Dave's plan but the seed of doubt had been planted. Whether it was consciously or subconsciously, he wasn't even sure, but he watched his wife for some sign, some change in her, but he saw nothing, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

Later that evening a naked Debbie cuddled up to her husband and reached over his chest with her arm. "I love you," she said with a kiss on the cheek.

Any other time Bill would have taken that as an invitation, but between the worry and the doubt, he wasn't even sure he could get it up. He kissed her back. "I love you too, honey," he said, then just laid there staring at the dark ceiling.

Debbie, a little disappointed he didn't pick up on her offer, drifted to sleep long before her husband.

The next day Dave was ready for the first stage of his plan. "Now remember," he told Frank, "wait until I get her in the kitchen, from there she can't see the front door or the door to Bill's office."

"I got it," Frank answered nervously.

"I'll make sure the front door is unlocked once I get inside ... Oh, and don't forget to use a USB port in the back of his computer."'

"No I won't," Frank reassured Dave, "I know everything I'm supposed to do. You really think you can convince her?"

"Yeah, I do. If worse comes to worse we'll just drug her too, but I'd rather she remember everything that happens next week," Dave said as he was pulling into Bill's driveway. "Get down in the seat," he told Frank, "I don't want her to see you."

Debbie had just loaded the dishwasher and was looking forward to a lazy afternoon when the door bell rang. Damn it, she thought, now who can that be? She opened the inside door and was shocked to see Dave standing on the porch. "Dave," she said her voice expressing both surprise and annoyance, "what are you doing here?"

"Hi Debbie," he answered, "sorry to bother you. Bill forgot to bring my DVD back. I was in the area on a sales call and just wondered if I could stop by and pick it up."

"Ah, yeah I guess," Debbie said while opening the door for him, "I'm not sure what DVD you're talking about though, do you know where it would be?"

"I think so," he said, "Oh man, is that coffee I smell?"

"Yeah, It's still left over from this morning I'm afraid," she said trying to discourage him from wanting a cup.

"That's okay," said Dave, "I've been on the run all day. I'm dying for a cup, would you mind?"

Debbie resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to get rid of Dave that easily, "No I don't mind, come on in the kitchen and I'll pour you what's left."

As Debbie turned Dave quickly checked to make sure the front door was unlocked.

So as not to appear rude, Debbie sat at the kitchen table and engaged in small talk while Dave nursed the stale coffee.

Frank eased the car door shut, snuck into the house, and headed for Bill's office. He inserted the thumb drive in a USB port in the back of Bill's computer and selected the proper drive. He brought up the first website and set the sleep mode for ten minutes.

Next he left the DVD on Bill's desk and stealthily slipped out the way he came in.