Chapter 5
She ought to have slept poorly that night, but Loretta was so physically drained from her experience with Jerry Doan, she slept like the proverbial log. The following morning, as Jerry had instructed, she went directly to the motel. He had given her a key, and when she entered the suite, she found it had been made up and cleaned, though the bed sheets, which had been changed, were pulled down, letting her know she was to expect one of the frauds-at the very least one, possibly more.
Going to the little room with the videotape camera, she noted a fresh cassette had been put into it. Jerry had made certain to take the other one with him when he left. Not that it mattered. Each new cassette would be just as incriminating for her as it would be for the insurance client. There was an eight-hour cassette of tape in the machine, and it had started running the moment she had opened the bedroom door. When she shut the bedroom door, it continued running. This way, she would be unable to stop the videotape camera from running once it started. What was more, she had the feeling there was another hidden room in the suite-one she didn't know about-and it was photographing all that took place in the sitting room, just in case she didn't go into the bedroom.
Sighing, she shrugged and changed into the sexy dress that had been purchased for her by someone who obviously knew her size. It was a slinky, low-cut violet dress that fitted her as if she had been poured into it. The bodice was cut low enough to expose the tops of her full, white breasts, and it had a built-in bra, and so didn't need undercothing. In fact, an accompanying note instructed her to wear no underclothing whatsoever. What was more, there was a box of pills on the nearby table, as well. These were known as After-Pills. If she took one anytime within seventy-two hours of having had intercourse it would prevent her from becoming pregnant. Jerry seemed to have thought of everything.
Sighing, Loretta went to the sitting room and sat down in front of the TV set. When she turned it on, she was surprised to see it was attached to yet another videotape machine, this one giving her her initial lessons in insurance adjustment. This was ludicrous since she had studied this subject in college not too long ago. Yet she sat and watched, refreshing her memory, learning a few new things.
Loretta was inwardly seething. She hated Jerry Doan for what he had done to her-making a virtual slave and whore of her, yet she had no choice. By the same token her body was remembering the good time it had enjoyed with Doan the previous day, and instead of having sex, Loretta realized she now all but craved it. It was still the idea of performing with men she didn't like that bothered her. Nevertheless, she would do so because she had no choice. But one day, one day she would get even with Jerry Doan, just as she was working here to eventually revenge herself on the entire male population.
Loretta wondered why there wasn't one decent male in the whole world whom with she might fall in love, and who might fall in love with her.
Her ruminations were abruptly terminated when she heard a knock at the door. It was time to go to work.