The North Valley Tailor part 2 (D)

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Geoff the Voyeur: The North Valley Tailor part 2

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8

“My Mom said I have to come to help you with your party.” Geoff spat back at Lyla with equal loathing.

“What else did she tell you to do?” The girl asked. When Geoff did not respond immediately Lyla poked him hard in the chest. “You’re supposed to apologize to me, you little pervert!”

“Why should I apologize to you?” He said with spite. His tone pissed Lyla off so much that she kicked him hard between the legs. Geoff groaned and fell to his knees; then flat on his face. He turned bright red as he lay on the ground holding his injured manhood with both hands.

“Apologize for stripping me you little shit!” Lyla screamed. “Do you know how embarrassing it was when those old guys from security walked up and we didn’t have shirts on?” 

Geoff couldn’t answer. The scrotum is basically a bundle of nerves at the base of a major nerve with no muscle or fat tissue to protect it. A stray baseball or the foot of an angry girl next door suddenly smashing into it not only causes pain, but that pain radiates through all the nerves the scrotum is attached to. Geoff had taken 1 or 2 shots to the nuts before but this time Lyla had somehow nailed him much worse than ever before. 

“Wow. You’re really red.” Lyla said after a few minutes, and he had not sat up. Not that she cared about Geoff, but she did not want to have to call an ambulance for him. “Do you need ice or something?”

 “Bitch!” Geoff wheezed. The girl growled in frustration before storming back into the house. “Fucking whatever.” 

Stu was gone, his parents were scared of him, and the girl he was wanking off to knew he was a loser. He hadn’t even started high school yet and he was all alone. Geoff considered running away right then and there, then they would all know they should have been nicer to Geoff Forrester.

He had almost hobbled to the sidewalk, ready to walk away in a dramatic fashion, when it occurred to him that he did not know where he was going. They had just moved here and he was not familiar with the town. Maybe he could grab some clothes and a tent from his house and hide out in the park for a few nights. There were some scary people out there, and what would he do for food? Perhaps he could sneak back into the house when his parents were at work to eat and play a video game.

That all sounded like a pain in the ass, he may as well put up with his parents then, a better choice then trying to sleep around a bunch of crazy homeless people. He knew that Mom would call the cops as she had threatened to. There were not many options for a 13 year old kid with no money.

“Yeah…” Lyla said into her phone. The front door to the Lyons house was unlocked and Geoff went from room to room searching for something, though he was not sure what it was. When he saw Lyla she was in the backyard taking a seat on an outdoor recliner. He ducked out of sight, taking a hiding spot near the glass double doors leading out to the pool, he could only hear that the person on the other end was another woman. “My mother told me I had to put up with him.”

“I think he went home.” Then she broke into laughter, an unpleasant cackle “I kicked him in the balls!”

“…”

“I did!”

“…”

“Uh huh?”

“…”

“Yeah get over here as early as you can…”

“Wait a minute?” Lakyn interjected. “Lyla’s outside?”

Allegra rolled her eyes, this story should have taken 20 minutes to read through, all the interruptions had drawn it out to almost an hour.“Yeah so?”

“… and she’s using a phone? Retro, I thought you said there were no cell phones?”

“No smartphones.” Allegra corrected “Maybe she had a Blackberry.” 

Phones were whipped out of purses. Gabi found it first. “1999!” She blinked in disbelief “I wasn’t even born yet!”

“And hey!” Said Riley “How was he playing Fortnite in the 90s?”

“I don’t know!” Allegra shouted abruptly. Her friends detected her annoyance and pouted. She felt bad for raising her voice and took a breath. 

“Look, ” said the tall girl, “A lot of these CreepyPastas get revised by the authors or even completely rewritten. Nobody can prove they were the original author.” She added, “This is just my favorite version of the story.” 3 blonde heads bobbed understanding, but they said nothing, so Allegra started reading again.

Lyla hung up the phone.

“She hung her phone on something? What?” Allegra put her hand over Lakyns mouth again, immediately regretting it when the girl started licking the popcorn butter off of her fingers. Allegra squirmed, taking another deep breath to put out the fire in her loins, and had to adjust her sitting position.

Lyla “ended the call.” Better? She had been sitting cross-legged on a rainbow-colored pool lounger. Now she put earbuds in and stretched her body to its fullest.

In high school, and often in life, a girl’s personality could be as bland as a rice cake, but she could still be popular because everybody wanted to have sex with her. The pecking order for men had more to do with who could beat the crap out of the other or had money. As they grew older, and were expected to become productive members of society, intelligence and more importantly social skills were valued more. 

Lyla was very popular.

The girl was not skeleton thin, but neither did she carry any access weight. Her body could be described as “neat” or “tight”. She was no athlete but watched her physique and kept up her grooming routine meticulously. 

As Lyla settled into the lounger and closed her eyes Geoff saw the thing he was searching for on the top of a nearby reading desk and slithered quietly from his hiding spot. With great care not to disturb the gorgeous sun creature lying at the poolside, he pulled open the sliding glass door. 

Geoff took it one step at a time, positioning himself so that he could take in the young woman’s aforementioned magnificent body all at once. 

She had kicked off her sandals and laid with one knee bent slightly engaging the calf muscle in an enticing way. Lyla had long, shapely legs, freshly sheared and polished with lotion so that they had a pleasant sheen to them. The string of Lyla’s bikini bottom rested high on the girl’s velvety smooth thighs. Geoff fantasized about how it would feel to run his hands up and down those arresting legs. 

Her tiny pinched waist was trim, if soft, her belly button a cute vertical slit. He didn’t have to imagine what that felt like, he understood the “No hitting girls rule” but in the moment he had been defending himself. Right? At least that’s how he remembered the incident. 

She had slapped him in the face twice, and it hurt. Still, Lyla was a pretty girl and he couldn’t bring himself to hit her in the face like he would a dude. So he went for her flat, concave belly and it was more effective than he had anticipated. Not so much the hitting, but the look of surprise on her face, and the orgasmic moans Lyla made as he knocked the breath out of her.

Lyla’s white and pink top was little more than a couple of triangles sewn together with floss thread. She had wrapped the excess string around her waist a few times and made a bow in the front. The brazen pink bikini gave her deeply tanned skin an even darker appearance and 13-year-old Geoff didn’t need to get creative about what those patches of cloth reined in.

Geoff had traveled ⅔ of the way unnoticed, from the door to where the girl slept. Now he stopped to appreciate the generous proportions genetics had gifted to Lyla. He didn’t have technical terms to describe a woman’s breasts, he would just say that she was thin and her boobs were big. Geoff had only seen her from a distance thus far. In this defining moment in his young life, he could appreciate how flawless and well-developed her breasts were. 

Geoff loomed over her now, he could hear Lyla snoring gently and smell the bleach-like chlorine smell of pool water mixed with tanning cream and mary jane as she lay unaware and vulnerable at poolside. If she was this alluring at 18, one could easily envision what she would be like when she was at her sexual peak in her 20s. 

Geoff stood imminently above her for a long time, standing up she was half a head taller than he was, but right then he was the Colossus of Rhodes. He hung fire…

“…Uh, that means he waited for a minute…”

…getting the first of many mental snapshots he would recall over and over in the years to follow. Geoff would later develop a near-eidetic memory so that he could visit his favorite victims whenever he pleased.

He still held the shiny metal item he had stolen from Mr. Lyons desk. He threaded his fingers into the rubberized thumb and finger rings. 

Do it!

Geoff’s heart was racing, and his hands shook in anticipation. This is it, Geoff! This is when you stop being a pussy and become a man! 

Do it! 

Lyla, feeling the change of temperature as Geoff towered above blocking the sun, began to stir. All she could see was a dark silhouette eclipsing the sun above her.

Do it!

There would be no denying it if Lyla caught him, and she might be able to fight him off before he could finish it. He had to take action fast! 

“Do it!” Said the Dumb Blondes in unison. They were at the edge of their seats. 7,000 words and they were finally the good part.

Geoff extended his blade, leveling it at the girl’s breasts…

 

9

Lyla turned her head suddenly and fixed Geoff with a hard stare. Geoff stood over her with a dark unreadable expression on his face. The sun behind him swathed him in shadow. In his favored hand he held a small blade that he thrust before him aimed at the girl’s chest.

“What the fuck are you doing you Spaz?” Lyla challenged, her voice dripping with absolute revulsion. She jumped to her feet and shoved him.“Are those my scissors?”

“N… no!” Said Geoff caught off guard, captivated by the summits and valleys created by the casabas ripening atop her rib cage…

“Haha! Casabas?” Riley laughed, wiping away tears. “What the fuck? Does he mean her boobs?” 

Lakyn looked it up, “Casaba Melons… bright yellow… round, oval, or acorn-shaped… taper at the stem end, that’s probably what they meant… can weigh 1 to 2 kilograms!”

“Oh gosh! She’s like an E cup!” Gabi cried in disbelief. She brought her arm up to her own D cups sympathizing. “How does she walk upright?”

Allegra took a sip of her electrolyte-enhanced smart water. “Okay, that proves a guy wrote this.”

“Oh, you think?” Riley quipped sarcastically. “What’s next?”

…Lyla followed his gaze down to the thin pink strings of her bikini top. Her mouth dropped, horrified at what almost happened. Lyla wrapped an arm around her breasts, punching Geoff hard in the chest. “You were going to cut off my bra!”

“No, I…” Geoff quickly stowed the scissors into a pocket of his shorts.

“You were! I bet you would like that, you degenerate!” Lyla made a disgusted face, “even if you could get a hot girl like me, a nasty little kid like you wouldn’t know what to do with me!”

Then she gave him a broad, phony smile.  “I’ll show you what to do.” She motioned for him to follow her, which he did like an obedient dog. Geoff was enthralled by her wide hips as they swayed to and fro while she walked. 

She led Geoff to an aluminum-sided storage shed and pointed at some 6ft tables and folding chairs. She laughed saying “That’s what you can do. You can set those up.”

Geoff worked by himself to set up the outdoor furniture, dragging the tables out and kicking the legs into place. After his efforts, he had 2 tables in place but not enough chairs. He would let Lyla or her parents worry about that. 

He considered the small shelter, if he cleared it out it was just big enough to lay down in and far enough from the main house that he wouldn’t have to be totally quiet. He could bring a pillow and a sleeping bag and be comfortable enough. He had his phone and could figure out the Wi-Fi password. That would cover entertainment, plus Lyla went swimming almost every day…

…There was a third table he couldn’t get to stay steady, so he left that one folded and leaned it against the side of the shed. Lyla was back on her phone trying to get whoever she was talking to come over. He finished up and went to find Lyla to see if there was anything else but the girl avoided him by diving gracefully into the pool.

 She started lapping back and forth. When Geoff was sure she could not see him watching he inched towards the edge of the water for a closer look. Her slender body was a dark distorted form as she slid smoothly through the water. This was new for him, he was able to see a lot from the roof of his house, but she disappeared from sight while she was actually in the pool.

After a few laps, 10 minutes or so, she started to use the ladder to climb out, but she saw him and paddled over to where he was watching. Acting as though he weren’t there Lyla put both hands on the pool’s ledge before slowly pushing herself up out of the crystalline water. 

The girl made a big show of posing in the sun, arching her back and pulling her dripping hair back, droplets cascading down her nubile body entirely aware of the effect it was having on Geoff. Then she did a front handspring and landed in the side splits, a move that never failed to get her a date.

The boy flushed scarlet red. Geoff had very little experience with girls but neither was he an idiot. After what happened with Stu she was confident Geoff was not willing to risk more trouble. He could be sent to Juvie for the rest of high school or worse, treated as an adult. He was both flustered and enraged. Lyla was just trying to get a rise out of him, and it was working.

Throughout all this, the young woman made a point of ignoring Geoff, but now she looked him up and down to check his reaction. When she saw the small bulge in his shorts she pointed at it and laughed hysterically.

“Haha! Ew! That’s so gross!” Geoff lowered his head and bared his teeth in a sinister grin. Lyla was so consumed with laughing at his expense that she failed to notice Geoff taking a purposeful step toward her, his hand reaching into his pocket for the scissors.

“Hey girls!” Lyla called boisterously to someone behind him. The 13-year-old was almost upon Lyla when she looked up and smiled excitedly. Geoff turned to see Rachel and Grace, the other girls he had fought with at the mall coming through the back gate. Rather than reaching for a towel, Lyla bounced past him to greet the new arrivals. They both wore wide-brimmed summer hats and short, leggy sundresses with flower prints.

Geoff had sudden flashes of these girls stripped of their shirts desperate to cover themselves as he and Stu ran away. He had regretted not being able to look at them longer, but now that he saw them again perhaps this was the opportunity to add some new snapshots to his mental file. 

He left the scissors in his pocket for now. Perhaps events were on an upswing.

Grace was as tall as Lyla, which was around 163cm but had more of a spoon-shaped body. Thin up top with wide hips. Rachel had narrow, even proportions throughout like what they prefer for models, except that she was too short.

“Like Riley!” Gabi interjected.

“I am not that short,” Riley argued for the defense “I’m taller than Simone Biles.”

“Who is 4 foot 9!” Allegra laughed. 

“That’s right she is,” said Riley, herself a 2-time regional gymnastics champion, “and I’m taller than her.” 

“I’m feeling underrepresented.” Lakyn pouted.

“Why did you bring a marine flare?” Lyla asked irritably, referring to the gun in Rachel’s hand. 

Rachel fiddled with the hand cannon “You said to bring my Dad’s gun, but all I could find was this.” 

“What are we supposed to do with that?” Lyla complained. It was true what was said about hiring effective assistants.

“If he doesn’t do what we say.” Said Rachel “we shoot him.”

“I bet it hurts like hell,” said Grace.

Geoff suddenly registered that the “him” they were talking about shooting a fiery missile at was himself.

“Okay fine,” Lyla conceded. Regardless of his impending doom, Geoff admired Lyla’s backside as she bent at the waist to fish out the roll of duct tape she had stashed under the lounge chair.

Lyla handed the roll of tape to Grace, thankfully Rachel wasn’t training the flare directly at him. It was enough that it was loaded. Geoff thought he might be able to fight these girls, but the flare changed things, nothing good would happen if that went off while it was pointed anywhere but up. 

He hesitantly allowed the girls to bind his hands with the silver tape making the mistake of putting his arms behind his back for them. He learned from movies that a captive can still fight if their hands are bound in front. 

“Let’s get him to the shed before we tie up his legs,” Rachel suggested. 

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10

“I want to punch him in the gut!” Grace announced, remembering how rough Geoff had been with them. He tensed up his abdominal muscles but the body blow never came.

Geoff was burned up with shame. He was going to start school as the guy that got beat up by 3 girls. He threatened “If you don’t let me go I’ll…”

“You’d do nothing because you would still be tied up. Dumbass.” asserted Grace.

Lakyn snorted “That’s awesome! I’ve always wanted a character to say that.”

“Not now. People could show up at any time now. Maybe before we let him go.” Said Lyla. To Rachel, she asked. “Did you figure out the live stream?”

The little blond Rachel held out her smartphone pointing at the screen “Yep! We just hit “make connection” choose camera 2, then record.”

“Okay seriously this timeline is all over the place,” said Allegra “First they are at a Blockbuster now they are setting up a video feed?”

The Blondes gave their friend a smile that said they didn’t understand what she was talking about but didn’t want to hurt her feelings. “We are the same age!” Allegra cried incredulously, “Blockbuster went under in 2010 there is no way you don’t remember them!”

“I would have been like 10,” Lakyn said quietly, brushing hair out of Allegra’s face, she was the oldest of the 3 of them. Gabi raised her hand as though she were back in grade school,  “I was 8.”

“But Captain Marvel…”

“…Nerd,” Lakyn said automatically.

“She was the worst Alley, the guy I was with hated her.” Opined Gabi. “At least Cap is hot.”

Riley agreed, fanning herself “Chris Evans is so hot, so is Captain Africa!”

“Black Panther.” Allegra corrected.

Riley’s eyebrows rose quickly, “A little racist Alley, you know that Gabi’s Dad is black?”

“I…” Allegra stammered, not sure if she should explain the misunderstanding and risk offending her friend further.

“It’s okay.” Gabi soothed miming a hand pat. “This is every day for me.”

Lyla and her friends taped Geoff to a folding chair, as far away from the door as possible, binding his legs separately and keeping his arms behind him in a very uncomfortable seated position. At once his shoulders began to ache but almost as bad was the polyethylene on the cloth tape pulling on the hair follicles of his wrists.

With some difficulty, Rachel was able to set up her tripod so that her phone was where Geoff could see it. It gave him a spectacular view of the pool, instead of from his roof it was from the top of the Lyons house.

Lyla approached him holding a leather strap with a quilted texture. It had velcro fasteners and at the center was a black rubber or vinyl ball about 1.5 inches around. The ball had distinctive holes evenly distributed over it.

“Girl! Where did you even get that?” Grace asked.

Lyla replied, “It’s my Mom’s…”

“… or my Dad’s” all three girls seemed repulsed, not sure which truth was worse.”

“You’re not really gonna put that in his mouth are you?” Said Rachel in disbelief “That’s nasty Lyla!” 

“I cleaned it!” Geoff clamped his mouth down tight, so Lyla made a fist and slugged him in the stomach. The punch bounced off of his abdominal wall but it was enough to force his mouth to open to exhale so she could shove the ball in.

She secured the strap behind Geoff’s head whispering softly in his ear. “No, I didn’t.”

Grace turned down the corners of her mouth, “I wanted to punch him.”

“Maybe you forgot but,” Lyla ferried the girls out of the shed, closing the door behind her, “I deserve to hit him first, not you. That little emo Puke sucker-punched me like a hundred times.”

“That’s my girl!” Riley rallied pumping her fist “What a badass!”

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11

Geoff could see the outside world through the window Lyla provided, but only what his captor wanted him to see. Shortly after they abandoned him in the hot aluminum storage shed he saw the security camera being adjusted by someone on the other end.

Geoff assessed his situation. His feet were well bound, and the chair was also taped to the center support beam. Geoff remembered a video about escaping this exact scenario and tried thrusting his hips forward but that didn’t work. He was unable to tip himself over which might have made it easier to wriggle out of the restraints. he felt that with some effort he might be able to slip the wrist tape but he wasn’t going to risk it yet. One of the girls could check on him at any moment.

Then there was the heat. the summer season was just over the hump and the days were getting shorter. Still, the sun rose early and it was a sweltering 90 degrees by 9 am and that heat kept up till well into the evening. The shed had all day to warm up well beyond that. They did not think to leave him water, and with his breathing restricted by the gag Geoff passed out a few times.

Before long more of Lyla’s friends arrived. Young men, women, and some parents. Lyla had cleaned up and covered herself in a modest dress. There was no sound on the smartphone, but he could hear the party just outside the shed. Geoff found he could breathe through the ball gag but was unable to scream for help over the ambient noise.

He watched as Lyla made the rounds to each parent giving out hugs and playing nice. She told the same good girl story to each of them. She was going to business school, she was going to miss her friends, her boyfriend would still be here and she never intended to move back but they loved each other so much. Blah, blah, blah.

Once in a while, Geoff noticed her look up at the camera. He saw her for what she was now. Nobody understood Lyla the way he did, not even her. If only she could see that…

… Geoff started awake. He was drooling out of the corner of his mouth and drenched in his own sweat. He checked the phone screen to see that only 10 minutes had passed. the outside lights had switched on and the dynamic of guests had changed. All the adults had left and it was just Lyla and her 15 closest friends now.

The ratio of girls to guys gave the women the advantage in the inevitable orgy that was going to happen. No doubt Lyla had planned it this way so that every girl had a couple of choices while a few of the guys were going to be left with their dicks in their hands.

When the coast was clear Lyla’s boyfriend, Mike suddenly arrived coming through the back with a beer keg, and the real party started. Making sure they were in the frame, Lyla jumped into the lucky guy’s arms and plowed her tongue down his throat. 

From outside the shed, Geoff could hear her lively scream as Mike threw her into the pool fully clothed and legs kicking. Underwater Lyla stripped off her dress and threw it at Mike. She waved a finger at him, a challenge for the boy to pursue her. 

Grace and Rachel wandered into the frame looking at something off-screen to the left. Geoff’s shed. Then girls looked straight into the camera, at him, Grace gave him a little wave before grasping the short hem of her sundress and pulling the garment slowly up over her head. 

Geoff tried to grunt his appreciation for Grace’s revealed figure but only nonsense came out. He’d only seen Rachel and Grace’s sexy legs till this moment, but now he saw Grace in all of the glory. 

Her upper body was thinner than her lower half. With her smaller breasts, she required a less robust bikini top. The trade-off was that the bra was more revealing. That was nice of her to wear that. Her waist was narrow till her hips abruptly stuck out making a shelf. This made her hips and butt larger than average, but Geoff noted that it made her stand out among the many pretty girls present.

“Oh my god! Who wrote this?” Lakyn howled. The Blondes were on the floor in hysterics. Allegra rolled her eyes and searched for a charging cord. Even she had no defense for the writer this time.

 “She has a big butt…” Riley postulated.

 “…but that’s okay,” Gabi finished. “ Her big butt is what makes her so special!” 

“You’re very special Gabi.”

“Hey, my butt’s not that big!”

Rachel too had a fine body. Grace helped her unzip the back so that Rachel could pull her skinny arms free and let the frock float down to her ankles. Rachel was petite and vivacious. She was pencil-thin waist, with small breasts, and a defined 4 pack stomach. The girl had no shortage of curves, but they were more subtle than her voluptuous friends. Rachel’s bikini was little more than string which only girls with her body type could get away with. For a moment Geoff reconsidered the object of his obsession, then resolved that he could obsess over more than one woman. 

Allegra looked each of her friends in the eye, daring them to make a comment. The girl’s faces were scrunched up as they tried to contain their laughter. 

An hour passed and Geoff was forced to watch mostly naked women, frolic and dry hump their dates. Although such scenes had lived in his fantasies the real girls always stopped before they were completely nude. It was both heaven and a form of torture for Geoff. He wanted more.

It would never be enough for him.

He stayed in bondage until everyone was suitably drunk before attempting an escape. Freeing his hands required him to bend his arms in awkward and painful positions but it took less than a minute. He was surprised at how easy it was and made a mental note of that. From there removing the gag was as simple as undoing the Velcro. His legs were a complicated mess though, but he remembered the scissors in his pocket and cut himself loose. Good for him that Lyla forgot to take those away. 

As he opened the door of the shed, fresh air cooled him off, Geoff felt renewed. The repression he felt from his parents, from society, from women. It all came together to make him stronger. The shed was a cocoon, a second womb that Geoff emerged from as his true self.

Geoff was free!

He lowered his gaze, his lips turning up in a baleful grin. He raised the scissors, working them a few times. A plan of action formed in his mind.

 The chiffon would tear tonight! Lyla would be last, that decision was straightforward.

Who would be first?

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