The Girl On The Video - S01 E14

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The Girl On The Video - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

The next few days were busy with little time for sex. On Sunday we saw the penthouse next to our mother's and loved it, so we broke our leases and started making moving plans. On Monday, both Jesse and I gave our two week notices at our jobs. For me that was sort of a formality since Megan was my boss - but sent her

an official work emall anyway.

Meanwhile, our mother got in touch with Brenda and arranged a "special" camshow for Wednesday night. Our mother said she would be bringing some additional guests for the show and promised something hot. Brenda ate it up.

Finally, I called my parole officer first thing Monday, told him I was ready to come completely clean about my accomplice, and asked for a meeting with him and the authorities. We met on Tuesday and I turned copies of all the evidence over to the police. They asked if I had any suggestions as to when they could pick Brenda up. I said I would arrange for her to turn herself in Thursday morning, so that was set.

Then came Wednesday...

Megan, Jesse, and I had all planned on working half days to give ourselves the afternoon to get ready. We had moved some basic stuff into the penthouse and were living there as we prepared to move the rest of our meager belongings following weekend. Around 10:00 AM was at work and got a call from my sister.

"Hi Jess, what's up?" I asked.

"We have a problem. Brenda is freaking out. She says someone is stalking her."

"Stalking her?"

"A fan or something like that," Jesse said. "She says it's a woman, but she hasn't been able to get a good look at her. Apparently this chick is always wearing a raincoat, a hat and some kind of a veil over her face. She seems to know some of the places Brenda frequents and keeps showing up and lurking about."

"That's creepy," I added.

"I know, right? Brenda doesn't feel safe at home. Mom is going to put Brenda up in a room at the hotel and we are going to run the camshow from the extra bedroom in mom's penthouse. We have to be really careful when we go home later today so Brenda doesn't see us.".

"Got it," I said.

"The strange part about it is that our mother doesn't appear to be worried about all this. Thankfully that calm demeanor is rubbing off on Brenda some. If Brenda were to lose her shit and go to the police, she'd probably be taken right into custody, and we don't want that until after the show tonight."

When Jesse and I got back to the hotel early that afternoon, we snuck in the back entrance. We were going to take the freight elevator up to the floor beneath the penthouses and walk the rest of the way, but Jesse wanted to make a quick check in at the front desk to find out if Brenda was in her room. We walked up the service corridor to a doorway that opened to the area behind the front desk.

The lobby was mostly empty except for a couple of people passing through and two staff members behind the front desk. While Jesse asked about Brenda - who was apparently in her room - I scanned the area and noticed that there was also a woman sitting in a chair on the far side, near the bar. I tapped Jesse on the shoulder and pointed.

The woman matched Brenda's de***********ion of the stalker. She was wearing a very light full-length, gray raincoat and a black brimmed lady's hat. The hat had a heavy layer of black lace draped over the face, so it was impossible to make out facial features. She either had short hair or it was pinned up inside her hat. She had on black high-heeled shoes and dark tights or stockings that weren't quite shear but weren't quite opaque.

Jesse and I scurried back to the freight elevator, took it to the level below ours, then walked up to the penthouse level and knocked on our mother's door.

The stalker is down in the lobby!" I said when our mother opened the door.

She shrugged.

"Don't worry about it," she said.

"Don't worry about it?" Jesse said. "If Brenda goes down there and sees her, she'll freak out. She'll cancel the show tonight. If she calls the police she'll end up in custody."

Our mother shook her head.

"If she cancels the show, we'll have it anyway and just go down and drag her up in chains. That might be fun," she said, smiling. "And she won't go to the police without talking to me first and getting my take. I'm not worried. Now let's get busy on setting up for tonight."