The Plan (3 page)

I was Kelly Lee.

After changing my name, I purchased Penny
’
s flat. Then, I installed security cameras
and a new and improved lock for the door to the apartment. Next, I made a trip
to the hair salon. When the hairdresser asked me what I wanted, I showed him a
recent picture of Penny.

The following morning, I went to a flower
shop on the corner, purchased a gorgeous arrangement and went to the cemetery.
First, I stood before Mom and Dad
’
s
head stone. Then, I stepped in front of Penny
’
s grave. The headstone had not arrived
yet, it was a special order and was coming from overseas. Bending down, I
placed the flowers on Penny
’
s
grave. I stood back up and did what I had not done for a long time. I talked to
Penny.
 

“
Penny,
you are the best sister anyone could ever have. I want to tell you how sorry I
am for not being there for you when you needed me. I
’
m gonna make it up to you. What Harvey Goldman
did to you was awful and I don
’
t
know how, but I am going to make him pay for what he did. I
’
m going be gone for a while . . .
”
I laughed
.
“
You
’
re used to hearing that aren
’
t you?
”
I said, starting to cry.

Tears streamed down my face. I said,
“
But I will be back soon. Tell Mom and Dad
I love them. I don
’
t
want you to be mad at me. I know you always told me never to rush into things,
but I have no choice. I
’
m
going to Vegas and when I finish what I
’
ve started, I will be back. Love you to
the moon and back.
”

***

I landed at McCarran International
Airport, grabbed a cab, and got a room at the Monte Carlo on the Boulevard
Strip. The one-year-old hotel was extravagant, luxurious and lavished with
gorgeous cathedral ceilings, handcrafted woodwork, dozens and dozens of 12-foot
chandeliers, a wave pool, a 400-foot Lazy River and retail stores for endless
shopping. That was my first thing on my agenda, to go shopping. I purchased a
full wardrobe of shoes, skirts, blouses and sunglasses.

I then visited the Lion
’
s Den adult bookstore, which provided me
with erotic lingerie, bras, G-string panties, leather pants and boots. I also
picked up some BDSM paraphernalia, including whips, floggers, paddles, collars,
leashes, straps, handcuffs, blindfolds, leather ball gags and more.

I was ready for the next step
—
get a job as a call girl at The Cat Tails
Lounge. After a few days, I learned that Harvey
’
s favorite girl was Janine Brady, whose
real name was Chin Young Tu. She was only 24 and, just like me, she was a
college dropout. Her parents moved to the US from China when she was 12. (I was
amazed what a low-cut, see-through blouse, short skirt, stilettos and a $100
bill can get you from a brothel security guard).

Janine had no clients that night, so I
followed her from the New York Hotel and Casino to the Coyote Ugly, a
southern-style bar and dance saloon featuring hot, sexy and sassy female bartenders
that climb onto the bar each night to perform choreographed dance numbers.
Joining Janine at the bar for drinks, I quickly learned that this was where she
used to bartend before working at the
Cat Tails
Lounge
.

After downing a few shots of vodka, a
convincing sob story, and a desperate plea for help, Janine offered to allow me
to crash at her place for a few days until I could find a place. Of course, I
kept my room at the Monte Carlo with all my fetish apparel and apparatus. I
only stayed with Janine as part of my undercover scheme to weasel my way into
the
Cat Tails Lounge
and she was my ticket.

Her apartment was a studio with a bonus
room, decorated like a Pier 1 Imports furniture store. The large open room was
furnished with a white classic Chesterfield Colette loveseat that had raised
rolled arms, an arched back and deep button tufting. Against the far wall was a
Quatrefoil floor screen and
matching Papasan
wicker chairs
.
There were Mosaic wall panels on the walls and an authentic Chinese porcelain
Tomoko teapot set perfectly positioned on a Quentin console table. The focal
point of the room was a handcrafted, solid wood, Ashworth queen-size bed.

She showed me my room. It was a tiny,
eight by ten chamber with a single bed, a tall and narrow white 5-drawer
dresser, a nightstand and lamp. It was three in the morning, so after a quick
trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I was off to bed.

***

I woke up to a scream.

Was it a dream? I sat up in the dark, and
for a split second, I thought of Penny.

Is Harvey here?

Is Janine being attacked?

My heart was pounding out of control. I
closed my eyes tight, trying to catch my breath. I did not know whether to get
up and check it out, to crawl under the bed and hide, or to scream for help. If
someone was attacking Janine, what could I do? Could I live with myself if I
did nothing? Was I next? Was this the end? If Harvey was out there, I needed
something to defend myself. I started thinking what I had with me
—
a flat iron was the only thing I could
think of as a weapon.

I slowly got out of bed and, in the dark,
I eased my way to the dresser and to
my bag
, to
retrieve the flat iron. As I was searching through my carry-on for the iron, I
heard a slapping noise, and then Janine screaming in pain,
“
Stop!
”

I jerked in sheer panic and knocked my bag
to the floor.

THUD!

“
Oh,
shit.
”

I bent down, sorted through my bag, moving
my clothes. I felt my flat iron and gripped it tight. I took the electrical
cord and wrapped it around the base to make it easier to handle.

I stretched forward to find the wall. With
one hand I seized the iron, and with the other I held onto the wall, as I made
my way to the door. I reached cautiously
for the door handle,
my
hand tumbling as I did so.

Another whack resonated from the other
room. I jumped and my heart pounded even more.

Just when fear tried to grip me, I closed
my eyes and thought of Penny. I thought of all that we did together, I thought
of how strong she was and I thought of my reasons for doing this. I
regrouped
, my anger kicked in and my adrenaline
shifted. I was in this for revenge and that was what I was going to get.

You can do this,
I
repeated to myself.

2

The Experiment

I
gripped the
doorknob
and slowly turned the handle until the
assembly latch retracted from the strike plate. For a second, I debated whether
to open the door slowly, or throw it open and go on the attack. I took a deep
breath and gradually pulled the door towards me until I could see out.

The door hinge squeaked when I got it
halfway open. I paused, hoping that the noise did not give my approach
away.
 
I peeked through the opening, but
the kitchen cabinets blocked my view to the studio. Dressed only in an
oversized white T-shirt that came down to my buttocks and black laced panties,
I tiptoed across the tile floor. I could hear Janine grasping for air, along
with a rhythmical thumping sound like someone being choked against it.

The kitchen was pitch-black and I could faintly
see the remnants of light reflecting off the wall. One more step and he came
into view.

There he was
—
but who was he? Was that even Harvey?

I realized I had no idea what Harvey
looked like. Why I did not ask Alex for a photo, I did not know. Whoever he
was, Janine seemed to know him quite well because she had straps around her
ankles
—
secured
to the canopy bedposts
—
and
her legs which yanked behind her ears. A robust, burly man had one hand against
the headboard and his other around her throat, as he was rocking back and
forth, penetrating her with force.

In total shock, I closed my eyes and then
it happened.

SMACK!

Janine screamed. I lifted my head only to
watch him slap his hand against her buttocks again. After she bellowed out an
erotic screech, he placed his hands on her calves and he lined up his penis to
reenter her vagina. H
e vigorously
and repeatedly thrust her
as she moaned in euphoria.

She wasn
’
t being assaulted, she was having sex. I
knew I could go back to bed, but for some strange reason I just stood there. Up
until then, I had only had sex a dozen times with two men. It was not that I
didn
’
t enjoy sex, but with all
the drama in my life, I had withdrawn to avoid pain. Masturbating was so much
easier
—
no
commitments and no dating.

The view was perfect. I was in the dark
and they were in open sight. Wondering what to do, I decided to watch a few
minutes longer. It had been a long time since I had an orgasm. After months,
drugged in a mental clinic and the emotional stress discovering Penny
’
s suicide was a murder, I had not taken
any time for myself. Watching porn was one thing, but this was live sex and it
was turning me on.

Debating whether I should continue with
voyeurism or go to my room and pleasure myself, I remembered I left my vibrator
at the hotel, so I remained a bit longer. Watching intently, I noticed he did
not have any body hair. For a moment, I drifted off, speculating if he waxed,
shaved or used a hair removal lotion.

At that moment, he stood up and his motion
startled me. I leaned away to hide from detection, hoping he would not come to
the kitchen. I ducked out of view just in case. Then, the sound of a cork
exploding from a bottle resounded throughout the room. I leaned back to peek
and saw him drinking from a champagne bottle as he walked towards the bed. I
could see him in all his glory. His penis was long, swollen and his genital
area clean shaven. Janine was still strapped to the bed in a cradle position,
and I noticed that
her hands
were tied, stretching her
arms wide from side-to-side.

He walked to one side of the bed, lowered
the bottle six-inches from her face, and slowly poured white sparkling wine
into her mouth. Then he took another big slurp, chugging more than half the
bottle before letting out a large burp.
Now, that
’
s a turn off
, I
thought.

“
Excuse
me,
”
he said with emphatic
embarrassment.

“
Whatcha
gonna do with the rest of that?
”
Janine
asked in a seductive tone.

“
You
want the rest?
”
he
asked, as if it was a scripted act.

“
You
know where I want it, don
’
t
you, baby?
”
Janine
said, as she started rocking her hips up and down off the bed. The motion
caught my eye. Janine
’
s
vagina lips were clean shaven. It made me think about my small one-by-one inch
publc hair patch above my clit, and thought,
maybe I should shave mine too.

The temporary imagery of shaving my pussy
in the massive tub at the Monte Carlo made me miss what he was doing, until I
heard splashing sounds and regained my focus. Repositioning my attention upon
their sexcapade, I looked just in time to watch him pour the remains of the
bottle onto her crotch. Janine responded by tipping her head back and then
shaking her jet-black hair from side-to-side in erotic pleasure. Her sensual
and oriental appearance accelerated when she squinted her eyes with a sexy
scowl
—
a familiar expression all
porn actors use to entice and excite a man. I know from my limited experience
that it works.

“
Give
it to me!
”
Janine
screamed insistently.

What happened next both shocked and
excited me. He placed the tip of the bottle against her vagina lips and twisted
so gently to penetrate her. I watched the bottleneck enter her shaft and her
lips wrap snug around the curved-shaped container. He pushed with force and
nearly three-fourth of the champagne chamber thrust her wide open. Janine
groaned with desire and said,
“
Give
me more.
”