As Will walked up the sidewalk leading to the house the first thing he noticed was that the front door was ajar. He was sure he hadn't left it open when he left for work that morning, so as he approached the open front door, he had a bad feeling. He pushed the door open fervently hoping that he had mistakenly left it open the day before. But as he stepped in and caught sight of the interior his heart sank and his worst fears were confirmed. The place was a disaster. Furniture had been over turned, anything glass had been broken and a fire extinguisher had been emptied over everything.
Will felt sick and angry. Someone had broken in and vandalized his house.
Slowly Will walked through the house checking for damage. The kitchen was a mess. Everything from the 'fridge had been taken out and scattered about. There was even margarine smeared on the light fixture where someone had thrown it.
He checked the rest of the house, it seemed untouched. He returned to the living room and as he stared at the mess a thought hit him. His eyes sweep the room, looking for and finding the object of his quest, still on the book shelf where Jim had left it.
Will walked over and picked up what looked like a book. He turned it over, pressed a small hidden catch and popped open the bottom. Concealed inside was a small video camera. He checked the small device and found everything in order and to his delight it was turned on. He had bought it a month before when he had suspected that the cleaning service he used wasn't doing the job they were suppose to.
Will smiled, then a frown crossed his face. Had he left the computer in the basement running yesterday after he had used it, or had he shut it off? If it was running, everything that had happened in this room had been recorded. He hurried to the basement to look. As he opened the computer cabinet he saw the light on the CPU was on, indicating that the computer was running.
He sat down and quickly brought up the program for the video camera. The camera was sound activated so it wouldn't record unless someone was in the room. The first image Will saw was a young blonde boy walking through the livingroom door. He was followed by two girls a few moments later and they were followed by another boy. Will didn't recognize the boys, but both girls seemed familiar. He just couldn't remember where he had seen them. It wasn't long, a minute or two, before the boys were smashing things and laughing.
Finally the blonde one said holding a glass candy dish out towards the girls, "Casey, here help us out."
"Sure Johnny, why not." The brown haired girl said.
Will watched as Casey stepped forward and took the dish. She looked to be tall, around six feet and slim. Anger welled up in him as he watched her slam the dish into the fireplace and break it, but another part of him admired the round firmness of her breasts and the smooth lines of her hips at the same time.
The other boy called to the black haired girl still standing in the doorway, "Crissy, come on in and have some fun. No one is going to know."
Will said, "That's what you think bub. I've got your smart ass caught in a crack and you don't even know it."
Crissy stepped hesitantly forward and Will got his first look at her. She was short, probably a hair less then 5 foot and petite. She wore a tight tank top and Will could see her firm breasts outlined buy the fabric.
"An A cup." He said, "But very firm and nice. And damn look at those nipples!"
He also noted that she was very well proportioned. Small but very well built and her face, full pouting, bow shaped lips, a small chin and blue eyes, was mesmerizingly beautiful. And familiar. As with Casey, Crissy also looked familiar, but again Will couldn't place where he had seen her. "Warren, come over here and help me." Frank yelled as he pulled a knife out of his pocket.
Warren pulled one from his and the two boys proceeded to cut up the upholstery on the chair and couch. When they were done, they looked around and howled with laughter.
"I don't know who lives here, but the ass-hole is in for a surprise when he gets home. Let's get out of here smoke a joint and go have something to eat." They filed out and the camera stayed on for a two minute, showing the destruction they had done, before shutting down.
Will sat staring at the screen for several minutes, trying to swallow his anger. Finally he got up and stomped over to the phone and started to dial the police. Just before he dialed the last number it hit him why the brown haired girl looked familiar.
He slammed the phone into it's cradle and ran back to the computer. A half minute later he had the web site for the local newspaper up on the screen. Another minute and he was looking at Casey's face on the sports page.
"She's a highschool girl's team basketball player! That's where I've seen her!" He said to himself.
He thought for a minute then clicked back through the links of the earlier sport stories until he found the one on gymnastics. To his delight, there was a picture of Crissy.
Will brought the two pictures up on the screen together, leaned back in his chair and stared at them.
'So girls, shall I let the police handle this, or shall I give you an option?' Will thought. After several minutes he grinned and said out loud, "I think I'll give you an option, because if you take it, which I think you will, it's going to be one heel of a lot of fun for me."
Will spent the evening cleaning up the mess after he had video taped every inch of it. He then made several calls to a couple of people he knew from work, another to an out of town friend, then spent the remainder of the evening looking up information and placing orders on the Internet for some things he was going to need.
The next day at work seemed to drag on forever. But finally it was time to go home. Will hurried home and at 5:30 PM placed his first call. Will dialed the number and after several rings a female answered with, "Hello?"
"Is Miss Casey Gustufson at home?" He asked.
"That's me. How can I help you?" Casey ask.
"I know what you did yesterday." Will aid.
"What do you mean? I didn't do anything! I was with some friends and we just hung out! I don't want to talk to you!" Casey said, fear and panic showing through in her voice.
"Don't hang up or you'll regret it!" Will growled, "I've got you, Crissy, Johnny and Frank on tape destroying my house. If you don't want me to give it to the police you will do exactly as I tell you! Do you understand?"
After a few seconds of silence Will said again, "Do you understand what I just said? If you don't answer me I'll hang up and my next call will be to the cops!"
"I-I understand." Casey stammered.
"Then answer this; are all of you over 18?" Will ask.
"Uh, uh, y-yes. Crissy's birthday was last week, she was the last of the four of us to turn 18." Casey stammered.
"Good. Then listen closely, for I will tell you this only once. You and Crissy will be here at my place Friday night at 6:00 PM sharp. You will arrange it so your parents think you are staying with a friend for the weekend. Bring an over night bag with what ever you need for a sleep over. You will come dressed in a sexy outfit. A tight top would be nice, but no pants. I want skirts on both of you, preferably short. You will not, under any circumstances talk to or tell anyone, especially Frank and Johnny about this. If you break any of these rules, if you don't do exactly as I ask, I'll take this tape straight to the cops and all four of you will go to jail. Adult jail. What you did is Breaking and Entering and Vandalism. You could also be charged with burglary, so keep that in mind when you decide what you are going to do. I will call Crissy and give her the same instructions."
Will hung up the phone and grinned. A moment later he was dialing Crissy's home number.
"Hello?" A young male voice said.
"Hi. Is Crissy home?" Will ask.
"Yea. Hang on a minute." Then in the background she heard the young man yell, "Crissy! Phone call!"
A moment later Crissy said, "Hello?"
Will went through the exact same speech he had given Casey.
