What Goes Around Comes Around

Sheryl walked the man to the door. Gave him a light kiss on the cheek, thanked him with her smile and whispered that she’ll call him some time soon. She closed the door behind him and ran to her entertainment center reached behind her television and switched off the mini-camera control box she used to film the activities in her apartment.

“It’s show time,” she said to herself with a smile as she rewound the tape in her VCR. “Let’s see how Mr. Green did in his audition.” Sheryl turned on her television and hit the “Play” button on the VCR.

After a few adjustment lines and with a poor audio Sheryl’s living room appeared on the screen. She was sitting on the sofa with the man she had just let out. They were embracing each other. The man began to remove the dress from her shoulders. He than began to kiss her on each side of her neck and down to her shoulders. Each kiss was greeted with a moan and guiding hand from Sheryl.

Sheryl hit the “Fast Forward” button. She watched with acceptance and a bit of humor as the actions of the two on the sofa sped up to a rapid speed. She thought of the old silent movies with the Keystone Kops running about all jittery and out of sync with the natural movement of people.

The two on the sofa rapidly moved all over each other in different stages of undress. Sheryl pushed the “Play” button again when she arrived at the part where she took the man’s hard cock into her mouth. She toyed with him with a variety of tricks she had mastered over the years. The man sat back on the sofa taking in her talent and holding a crop of her long blonde hair in his hand. He led her head around his groin like he was witching for water. Just when the man appeared, as he could take no more, Sheryl lifted her head up and told him they would be more comfortable in the bedroom.

Sheryl pushed the “Fast Forward” button again and the two players on the television once again sped about as they were rushing around in a “Chinese fire drill”. In the bedroom the quirking and jerking players wrestled about removing each other’s clothes and eventually clasping both naked bodies together. Him on top of her, her on top of him, they rushed and jerked. Sheryl pushed the “Play” button again when the man was on top of her and obviously within her, he was pushing his groin into her faster and faster as she pulled on the sides of the mattress, her legs firmly wrapped around him, she commanding him to fuck her harder and harder.

The man eventually slowed his actions and moaned as to imply he had reached a climax. He slumped down on her and began kissing her neck and breasts. He told her how much this meant to him and how grateful he was to have met her this evening. He rolled to his side and held her naked body next to him and asked if there was a possibility they could get back together the next time he was in town. She seemed to ignore his question and wiped his slumping cock with a corner of the bedspread and then stoked it until it lay limp.

She told the man she had to use the bathroom and she’d be right back. Sheryl left the picture, within seconds the image of the naked man laying in her bed went black.

Sheryl took the tape to her desk and pulled out a manila envelope and put the tape inside. She addressed the envelope, put several stamps in the corner of the envelope and then kissed the seal.

Her phone rang. She let it ring four times so that the answering machine would pick up the call. “Hello, you have reached Sheryl. I am unable to come to the phone. Please leave a message and then I’ll decide if I want to call you back or not.”

“Sheryl, Sheryl honey this is your dad. What the hell is going on here? Why do you keep sending me these tapes? Sheryl if your there please pick up the phone. What’s happening with you? Who are all these men?”

“Dad, what the fuck do you think is going on with me?” Sheryl answered as she picked up the phone. “This is your doing, you fuck!” As she spoke to her father, tears streamed down her cheeks and fight came to her voice. “You’re the one that did this to me Daddy. You did it. Now you’re going to pay.” She warned.

“Honey this will kill your mother. Please is there something we can do here?” he pleads for her to soften, to forgive. “That was so long ago sweetie.”

“I’m not your sweetie or your fucking Honey. The only way this ends is when you stop breathing you fucking asshole.” Sheryl screamed into the receiver.

“Sheryl, I understand you’re hurt I have asked for forgiveness. I have repented.” Assured her father. “Tomorrow I sit in front of a Senate committee for confirmation. I can’t afford this type of scandal.”

“You should have thought about that when you’re were raping me when I was a little girl. You can’t masquerade around like some pillar of society and all along be a big piece of shit. You’re going to pay.” Sheryl slammed the receiver down. She took the envelope with the tape in it down to the mailbox in the atrium of her building. With a smile on her face and dried tears on her cheeks she dropped the envelope into the mail receptacle. “Have a nice confirmation Daddy.”