Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
My calm only lasts for mere seconds because Brick laughs again. That tells me he never meant to just give me this tape. He has something up his sleeve.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing. You’re more than welcome to keep that tape. I have other ones to keep as my own.” Other ones? What does he mean other ones? I only had one camera rolling. That’s something I know for a fact.
“So you made copies?” I should have known he’d do something as underhanded as that. I wasn’t thinking one step ahead, and it’s come to bite me in the ass. If he’s willing to copy the tape, there’s no way for me to know if it’ll ever just disappear.
“No, I didn’t make copies.”
Now I’m confused. What exactly is Brick trying to tell me? I cannot connect this conversation into a coherent narrative in my head. I need him to just be straightforward with me.
“If you didn’t make copies, then how do you have more tapes?”
“Well, there are security cameras all over the building. In fact, that particular sound stage has multiple cameras trained on it, you know, because of all of the expensive equipment in there. I’ve got to protect my business. I’m sure you understand.”
Shit! How come I never thought of that? How could I have missed such a large and obvious fact? Of course there would be cameras. Brick nods as he watches the realization come across my face.
“To be perfectly honest, there are at least three tapes with your masturbation scene on them. I didn’t do a thorough check, but let’s say I got them all.” I gasp. Three! He has three tapes of me? Oh no, no, no…
Brick is grinning again. I’ve lost all of the leverage I had. With three tapes, he has way too much on me. If it was only the one, then maybe I could try to steal it back, but three? I don’t think I have the know-how to dig myself out of this hole.
“So, are you more open to making a deal now?”
“What do you want?” I ask him flatly. I’m a little wary because he could ask me for absolutely anything. And who am I to say no at this point? What if he shows someone else the tape? I would be horrified. It’s already a total clusterfuck that he’s seen it. If this whole mess were to spread, there is no way I’d be able to bounce back from that.
“Nothing too crazy. I just thought you could make three more tapes for me. After that, I’ll leave you alone and hand over all of the security footage.”
He wants me to make MORE tapes? That doesn’t make any sense. How would that be helpful? The whole reason we are in this mess now is because I want there to be zero tapes of me masturbating in existence. That is the ideal situation for me.
If I make three tapes for him, and he gives me the three back, then I’m right back where I started with three videos of me masturbating existing on this Earth. Why in the world would I agree to something that benefits me in no way?
“I can see the gears in your head turning. Just so you know, the difference between these tapes and the security ones is that you wouldn’t be committing a crime, so I couldn’t report you to the police.”
I guess that would give me SOME peace of mind, but I’d still be anxious knowing that there were three pornographic tapes of me in Brick’s possession.
“I don’t think I can do that for you,” I decide, shaking my head. “It would be insane for me to make MORE tapes. That would go against the entire… It doesn’t make sense.”
“That’s unfortunate,” Brick shrugs. “I’ll have to release this tape then. Shouldn’t people know the activities you’re up to when you think no one is watching? I’ll also have to tell your parents because that would be the responsible thing for me to do. I mean, what kind of adult would I be if I just kept this all to myself?”
He wouldn’t! Would he? This no good, rotten piece of–
“Oh, that’s right. I’d also have to fire your dad because I’m not sure I can have family members of people who would break into company property working for me. We have values at Brick Productions, and I can’t throw them out the window just because…”
I gasp. No! He really is a heartless bastard. All those times my dad talked about Brick being a real killer when it comes to business, I knew he was telling the truth. But I’d thought maybe he had exaggerated a little bit. Now I see that Brick is ruthless, even if he is super handsome.
A super handsome jerk, that is.
“You can’t do that,” I argue. “My dad is so close to retirement. You know firing him would fuck up his retirement income.” It’s literally only a couple of years before he can collect on the retirement fund that was set up when he started working for Brick. If he gets fired before then, the income coming out of that fund will be severely decreased, and my parents won’t be able to keep up their finances.