A Lesson for Melissa Part 2
By Buckaroo Bonzai
During the week preceding Melissa¹s next session
with her blackmailers, I had a lot of second
thoughts about allowing it to take place. I¹m not
heartless, and nobody wants to see a loved one
humiliated, especially their wife. But every
argument I devised pointed to the session as the
only way to teach her a lesson that she¹d never
forget. I even tested her with a few ³casual²
questions about her stand on extra-marital sex. Her
answers, ³There is no excuse for an affair...ever,²
and ³Having an affair is unforgivable,² only
strengthened my resolve to teach her a lesson. Or,
in this case, allow the lesson to be taught.
On the afternoon of doom, I arranged to leave the
office early, and headed over to Melissa¹s studio.
With the full-time crew out-of-state, Melissa had
the run of the place, and I knew she¹d be taking a
break for dinner around 4:00. Sure enough, her car
was gone when I arrived, and I let myself in using
the spare key I¹d smuggled out of her purse.
I already knew where I¹d set up shop. Along the
back of the control room was the producer¹s room,
which featured a long, reflective-glass window. Now
they just used it for storage, and I knew the odds
were long that someone would go in there during the
evening. From this room I could easily observe the
shots being sent to the director from all the
cameras. And, if they left the control room door
open, I could directly observe the action in the
studio, using the binoculars I had in my briefcase.
Taking a chance that Melissa would be out for a
while, I inspected the studio set up. True to his
word, Smoothy had delivered a blow-up full-size
mattress, now covered in a floral sheet. The desk
from the previous week stood to one side, with a
secretarial chair behind it. She¹d set up the
fewest possible studio lights, probably to keep the
heat down. Two studio cameras and one hand-held
camera stood ready. And a simple boom mike would be
capturing the audio action.
Melissa came back to the studio about 5:15. Back in
my lair, I could see her perfectly through the open
control room door. There was a real good chance
that they¹d leave it propped open, as they¹d be
going in and out of the control room often. After
doing some prep work, she left again, and returned
about 5:45, presumably wearing their lingerie under
her jeans and T-shirt. She didn¹t look nervous, but
I don¹t think she realized the kind of wild
imaginations sex-crazed teenage boys could have.
Smoothy, Shy Guy and Punk arrived precisely at
6:00, with Punk taunting Melissa with an envelope
that must¹ve contained the incriminating
photographs. They immediately split up, preparing
the studio for their production. Smoothy positioned
the cameras. Shy Guy fired up the control room. And
Punk checked the lighting, while Melissa supervised
it all. Finally, they were ready, and Smoothy shot
the bolt on the studio door.
³So, Liss, I hope you¹re ready to pay for your
crimes,² Smoothy said. ³We¹re gonna do this just
like it¹s our final exam. We¹re gonna set up one
camera, unmanned, to catch the main scenes, on the
bed. One of us will be on the main camera. One of
us will be switching in the control room. And
you¹ll have the pleasure of working with the last
guy as your leading man. The only difference is,
the leading man will be doing some directing, too.²
In my hidey-hole, the sound was perfect. I could
see the four of them in color on all three
monitors. And with my binoculars, I could get
extreme close-ups through the control room doorway.
³So the first step is to get you out of those
clothes and into your costume,² directed Smoothy.
³I¹ve got it on underneath,² Melissa said. ³Are you
going to film this?².
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