Hindsight Sucks Big Time - 3. Ramifications: Alina Gets Her Video

Scott looked around the room, amazed at what he'd just done. Sure, fucking another guy bareback wasn't a first for him. But while that guy was fucking a woman? Hell, a young woman at that. Scott just had a scare. Was Alina the oldest? Something told him she wasn't. He'd have to ask Jerry when they were alone.

He thought some more. No, the rich idiot named them all with 'A' names, in alphabetical order. The youngest was Audrey, so this girl wasn't fifteen. Abagail was the oldest, twenty-one. That made Alina seventeen or nineteen. Fuck. What was the fourth one named? Ahn? Amy? Shit, something odd. Then he had an idea.

"So, Alina. How are your sisters?"

"Abby's still the bitchy queen just cause she’s the oldest. She thinks the world revolves around her. The other two are still in high school. Drama queens both. Ahmari's the worst. A senior in high school, so she apparently knows everything. Audrey? She's so quiet I never know she's there. At least dad had one nice daughter."

Scott couldn't resist, "Audrey?"

"No! Me, you dick. That's it! I'm doing it. Let me know when you're ready to fuck again, Jerry. I'm recording you giving it to this asshole. Right in his asshole."

Scott feigned ignorance, "What? You want to record Jerry fucking me?"

"No,” she explained as if it was the most obvious conclusion. “I'm going to."

"Not if I can help it," Jerry refuted, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh, I'll wait,” she taunted. “I saw you looking at his cock. You want it again. I can wait it out for as long as you can. Longer, I'm sure."

"You know what?” Scott jumped in. “Yeah, I'll let you, if you promise to show it to your step-monster. Maybe it'll send her to the nuthouse."

"I like him, Jerry. I was hoping it'd kill her, but the nuthouse works, too. Even that'd cost less than what she spends now. Funerals are fucking expensive anyway."

"I'm not sure I want to get in the middle of this,” Jerry hesitated. “Geez, you two must really hate Laura."

Scott scoffed, "Hate is such a nasty word. Loathe, abhor, maybe even despise. Yeah, despise will work."

"I'd go with detest, but yeah, any of the other words also work."

Scott suddenly felt an urge to high-five Alina. He settled for holding his fist out. Alina gladly bumped it.

Then, she remembered something, "You got a tripod, Scott?"

"A tripod? Yeah, why?"

"A good camera, too?"

"Yeah."

"You like pussy?" She prompted.

"Well, I've had it in the past, but I prefer cock now."

"I'm thinking you could eat me out while Jerry's fucking you. You ever eaten out Laura?"

"Fuck no. Even when we were married, oral sex was like a forbidden topic. Missionary all the time. I thought she was going to vomit that one time I suggested anal sex."

"So, her watching you eat me out might kill her then?"

"You're evil, Alina."

"I'll take that as a yes. Besides, if you eat me out now, you'll be getting Jerry's cum. Win-win, right?"

Scott had to admit, it was definitely an attractive proposition, regardless of Laura's reaction. He looked at Jerry, he apparently thought so, too. His eight and a half inches were standing tall. So, Scott headed to his bedroom and came back with his Nikon Z8 and tripod.

Alina cooed, "Sweet!"

Jerry suggested, "But let's use the bedroom this time."

Scott set up the camera and tripod and Alina shouted. "Action!"

Twenty minutes later, the three of them reviewed the footage. Alina was ecstatic, "We ought to submit that to the academy. It'd win an Oscar for best porn short, for sure!"

Scott and Jerry laughed.

Scott then cautioned, "Um, nobody else sees that except for Laura. Do you think she'd spill the beans to your dad?"

"Who cares? He knows I have sex. I wouldn't want him to see it, but if the bitch wants to tell him about it, whatever. She'd have to survive the viewing first."

"I'll keep the original safe but will copy it onto a flash drive for you, Alina. You'll have to find a way to get her to find it."

"Yeah, she'll find it, but she wouldn't know what to do with it. Computer illiterate would be a massive understatement. All she knows how to do on a computer is connect to Amazon and order shit. If she gets logged out, it's a friggin' crisis until my dad logs her back in."

"Copy it to her desktop and change the icon to Amazon's, hiding the real one,” Scott conspired. “She'll open it next time she wants to buy something and will get the surprise of her life."

"And you called ME evil, Scott. But that's good. I'll rig up a camera to start recording, too. After she keels over, I'll save that video so we can all laugh about it on the way to the nuthouse or funeral parlor, whichever is applicable."

"And to think I've said 'I love you' to you,” Jerry mused. “You're really something Alina."

"Thanks, Jerry. I'll make sure you get the Oscar for best leading man in a porno short. You're OK with best supporting actor, right, Scott?"

"Um, yeah. Among us, of course."

"Of course."

Scott was afraid Alina wasn't going to keep the video to herself. Although, it wasn't something she'd be able to post on Facebook or Instagram due to the hefty file size, so maybe he was safe. But then again, he had no way of knowing she'd already put a lot of her sexual escapades on postmyporn.com. Neither did Jerry for that matter.

Jerry took Alina and the flash drive home and returned alone. Before they fell asleep, he had Scott fuck him one more time.

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The next morning at the Hall residence, Alina set up Laura's desktop. Laura always cyber-shopped on Saturday afternoons. She moved one of her dad's Wyze cameras onto a nearby bookshelf. It would record motion. Once Laura sat down at the computer and clicked the bogus Amazon shortcut, the camera would catch all. Plus, she set up her Wyze application to send a notification if that camera caught any motion.

Later that afternoon, Laura sat down to do some shopping. At first, she was just simply annoyed when the Amazon application didn't open.

"What the fuck? I know I clicked Amazon."

She closed the video and tried Amazon again. Once again, the video began. She let it run for a few seconds; it was just a bed at first.

"What the hell is this?"

She continued watching, "Is that Alina? How? -"

Alina laid on the bed, legs spread, "Oh my God. I think I'm going to be sick."

She moved to close the video, but then a naked Scott entered the picture, "Is that...?"

Then Jerry climbed on the bed behind Scott, "What the...?"

Scott started licking, and Jerry inserted his dick into Scott's ass. That was all Laura saw before she passed out and fell to the floor. Wyze detected the lack of movement and sent the notification to Alina's phone.

Alina watched the recording, laughing when Laura fall off the chair. She saved the recording and deleted the original from the cloud. She went into her dad's study, swapped the real Amazon shortcut back in, but left the camera set up.

Ten minutes later, Laura came to. She got back on the chair and tentatively clicked the Amazon shortcut. She was surprised to find herself on Amazon.com. "Wait. What's happening here?" Closing the browser, she tried again. Again, she got the website. Confused, she left the study and headed to the library, where Cameron kept a decanter of bourbon.

If she ever needed a drink, it was then.

Once again, Alina got the notification. She quickly went to the study after seeing Laura leave and switched the shortcuts again. She went back to her room and watched the camera’s view live. Laura came back with a full glass of bourbon, sat down, swallowed what amounted to two or three shots, and reached for the mouse.

Seeing the bed again, she screamed. Cameron was golfing, the girls were who knew where, although Laura was sure they were all out. She let the video run to the end. She continued to stare at the monitor well after the video had finished.

Alina came into the study. Laura was frozen in place, staring at the last frame of the video, also frozen in place. Alina wove her hand in front of Laura's face. No reaction. Snapped her fingers. Nothing.

"Laura, are you OK?"

Again, no response. Alina giggled and left the room after swapping the shortcuts one more time. For fun, she clicked open the Amazon website.

Two hours later, Cameron came home after playing his eighteen holes and having a few drinks at the 19th Hole Lounge. He expected to find Laura doing her nails or something similar in the bedroom, but she wasn't there. Searching through the house, he finally located her in the study, staring at the amazon.com home page.

"Laura, what's up?"

He didn't get a response either. He tried the wave, the snapping fingers, to no avail. He shook her. Still the frozen, blank stare. He yelled her name. She blinked a few seconds later, obviously not in response to his voice.

"Come on, Laura honey. What are you trying to pull?"

He slammed his fist on the desk. Surely that should have gotten at least a reflexive response. No salt. He finally broke down and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.

"Hey Cameron, what's up, forget a golf club?"

"No, Ansley. I got home and Laura's just sitting at the computer staring at it."

Ansley was Doctor Ansley Castro, Cameron's psychiatrist and golf buddy.

"Did you try to rouse her?"

"Of course. She didn't even react to my slamming my fist on the desk."

"Hmmm. Acute catatonia. Interesting. I'll be there in a bit. I um, well, I screwed Cecily after golfing. I'll shower and be right there."

"The waitress?"

"The gorgeous waitress, yes."

"My wife is catatonic and you're taking the time to get a shower?"

"Well, she's not going anywhere anytime soon. I'll be there in thirty. Call me if she wakes up."

Alina could hardly keep her laughter quiet enough for her father not to hear - halfway across the house.

Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Cameron wasn't happy, "Well, it's about fucking time."

"I take it she hasn't moved."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"OK, let me take a look. Obviously, I was expecting her to be faking it."

They went to the study, Dr. Castro took one look, "Oh, dear. This isn't good."

"You think?"

Castro called 9-1-1 and explained that he had a catatonic patient and needed an ambulance right away. Twenty minutes later, Doctor Castro and Cameron were following the ambulance to UnityPoint Health - St. Luke's. Cameron noticed the flash drive and put it in his pocket before they left.

Alina called Jerry after they left.

"Yeah, babe."

"Um, Jerry? We fucked up bad."

"What do you mean?"

"They just took Laura away in an ambulance."

Alina explained what had happened.

"I knew I didn't want any part of this. Hang on, let me tell Scott."

Alina waited. Jerry came back on the line, "Fucking asshole. All he said was 'good.' You need to get rid of the evidence."

"Yeah. I'll delete the bogus shortcut, the video, and zero out the blank disk space."

"You'd better hope she recovers. Anybody finds out what we did, you're screwed."

"Just me? You and Scott also had a hand in this."

"No way. You were the one who put it on the computer and manipulated the shortcuts. All we did was make a sex tape."

"You'd let me take the fall for this?"

"In a heartbeat. It was your idea."

"I didn't see you complaining when we were recording the video."

"Yeah, well, anything goes south, I had no idea you were going to set up Laura. I'm sure Scott won't admit anything either. You'd better be damn sure you clean this up."

Alina went back into the study, did what she needed to on the computer, nobody was going to discover what happened. She panicked when she couldn't find the flash drive. She re-traced her steps. Looked all over for it. There was no trace. She called Jerry again, in a panic.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God."

"What is it?"

"I can't find the flash drive."

"Where did you leave it?"

"I thought I left it right next to the computer. But it's not there."

"You recorded everything, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Check the recording."

Alina did, while Jerry waited, "Oh fucking Christ."

"What?"

"My dad pulled it out of the computer."

"You left it there after setting everything up?"

"Um, yeah."

"I'd hate to be you when your father comes home, if he checks what's on it. How fucking stupid can you be?"

Jerry's voice got louder at the end.

"Don't yell at me."

Jerry repeated, quietly, "Just how fucking stupid are you?"

"Shut up. I know made a mistake."

"You can say that again."

Epilogue

Cameron did look at the contents of the flash drive. He confronted Alina with it afterward. Alina pretended to know nothing about a flash drive until Cameron described what was on it. Cameron was extremely disappointed in his daughter.

Six weeks later, Laura had woken up. Her health deteriorated because she refused to take care of herself. She didn't talk; she didn't eat. Every time the doctor put in a feeding tube, she ripped out the Nasogastric (NG) Tube. When the next step was taken, a Gastrostomy Tube (G-Tube) was used. Laura pulled that out one night.

She'd bled to death by the next morning.

After the funeral, Cameron rewrote his will, leaving Alina the sum of one dollar.

When Cameron died eight years later, Alina was excommunicated by her sisters, kicked out of the house, and died of an overdose a month later.

Scott continued in his personal security career, getting richer by the hour. Three years after Alina departed this world, Rizzo was arrested in a RICO sting. Scott and his partner Oisin were convicted with Conspiracy to Commit Racketeering and were sentenced to twenty years to life each.

Scott rued the day he picked up that hitchhiker until the day he died a broken man of sixty-seven, in prison.

Jerry went on to graduate from Briar Cliff University with a Chemistry degree. He broke up with Scott when the RICO charges were filed. Real charges worried him. He was teasing Scott when he mentioned the petty thefts and drug use warrants. He’d done those things but was never caught. Jerry had long since moved on from both Alina and Scott. He went to work at a pharmaceutical company and lived a quiet life, marrying a long-term boyfriend when they were both twenty-nine.

The End