80 comments/ 92429 views/ 30 favorites My Ex Fiancée By: CharlieB4 Morning All This is a burn the bitch and bastards story. Maybe more a toast the bitch and burn the bastards. I know she isn't yet his wife so technically not a "loving wives" story but I think it's the category it fits in best. There is very little sex in this tale of revenge. A big thank you goes to sexnovella for he editing. Hope you enjoy! CharlieB4 * I sat in my mate's spare bedroom looking at my smartphone which was linked to my apartment's internal security cameras. I could hear the moans of the occupants of my bedroom and the squeaks and groans of protest from my bed. It appeared my fiancée was sandwiched between my best man and groomsmen who had twelve hours earlier been partying with me on my buck's weekend. They had taken me away to the Gold Coast in Queensland on Friday; Saturday had been a day at the races then a big night at the casino. Sunday morning had been a lazy affair recovering at the resort pool. Tom, my best man and Karl, a groomsmen had said their goodbyes; they hadn't been able to get Monday off work so had to leave early to get back to Sydney. Later in the afternoon we were getting ready to go out again when we had a visit from hotel security. One of the cleaners had found a bag of pills, she had called security and they had come up and confiscated them. That on top of a couple of noise complaints from the previous night meant they were asking us to leave. No amount of argument even from one of my mates who is a lawyer could sway them. We tried to get rooms at other places but accommodating 10 guys on cup weekend at short notice was impossible. So we headed with our tails between our legs to the airport and got on the red eye back to Sydney. Arriving just before 11pm we split up, however my two remaining groomsmen wouldn't let me go back to my apartment. "Come on Adam, its still your bucks weekend. You don't go back to work until Wednesday so come over to my place and we will have a few more drinks." I was a bit sick of all the drinking, drugs weren't my thing. The other guy's popped pills and snorted lines but I generally preferred to be in control. Still I realized the guys had put in a big effort for this weekend so I agreed and we jumped into a cab to head to Tony's house. My fiancée, Georgia was having her hen's weekend in Sydney; I tried to ring her but wasn't surprised when it went to voice mail. I didn't leave a message as I was sure she wouldn't be able to comprehend it till the morning anyway. Georgia had moved in with me two months ago, her lease was up. I had recently bought a two bedroom penthouse in the city so it was silly for her to sign her lease for another six months. Her parents hadn't been ecstatic about it but we were supposed to be getting married in three months. They were strict Catholics but they liked me and I think being the youngest executive in my bank to get a million dollar bonus helped. Back at Tony's house the guys must have got their uppers and downers mixed up because within half an hour they were both snoring in lounge chairs. I went to one of the bedrooms and prepared to get some much needed sleep. My phone buzzed signifying a text message had arrived. I was expecting something from Georgia but was surprised to see the number of the man who lived underneath my apartment. "Give it a fucking rest will you! Some of us have to work tomorrow!" I read the message then read it again, it didn't make any sense. There would be nobody home so he must have sent it to the wrong number. I replied letting him know the message had not found its intended target. My phone buzzed again, another text. "Yeah right, just get the bitch off and go to sleep or gag her! You must be very talented to text back while you fiancée is squealing that loud." Now I was perplexed, he obviously felt he had the right number. What was going on? Luckily I had a way to find out without moving an inch. My penthouse had been refurbished by the previous occupant only three years ago. She had been the daughter of a Singaporean billionaire who was doing post graduate medical studies at Sydney University. He had been an overprotective dad and had insisted on installing cameras that could be accessed remotely in the living areas and bedrooms. When I had signed up for the property the agent had taken me through the system and set it up on my smartphone. I had only used it a couple of times. There's not much to hold your interest in empty rooms. I logged on to the system with my passwords and the menu loaded asking which camera I wanted to view. I chose the living room, the first thing I noticed was empty beer bottles, wine glasses, a bong and a bag of various pills on the coffee table. I panned the camera and couldn't find any persons but there were articles of clothing scattered about the lounge. Noise was coming from elsewhere in the apartment so with a heavy heart I changed cameras to the bedroom to investigate. Moonlight streamed in through the open drapes illuminating a tangle of bodies on my bed. There was a man on his knees thrusting into a woman on her hands and knees and judging from the extra legs poking out there was someone underneath the other two. "God I've missed fucking this arse!" I think I know that voice. "It's missed you too Tom." Georgia gasped. Fuck! This just kept getting worse, my best man was fucking my fiancée's arse and from the sound of it this wasn't the first time. "Doesn't Adam give it a work out?" Tom replied. "He's too big, Ohm shit! Keep going Karl I'm almost there!" What the fuck! My groomsmen were doing her as well. I slumped down on the bed, I couldn't believe it but it was right there in front of me. My soon to be ex fiancée was a slut and my supposed friends were cunts. I wanted to bash, burn, and then bury the bastards but I had learnt from my business dealings I needed leverage and a plan. If I was going to cause them as much pain as they were causing me I had to take my time and get it right. I went back to the menu of the security system and checked it was recording; the hard drive stored twenty four hours of footage deleting it if not uploaded. The light wasn't great; clouds kept obscuring the full moon, so the video wasn't going to be clear. Just as well Tom and Karl were such big notes. They kept up lots of banter about having fucked her before, places, positions and Georgia responded so I was getting plenty of ammunition. When they had climaxed they got up Georgia went to the bathroom. The guys went to the kitchen, loaded up with drinks then headed back to the bedroom. Back in the room they sprawled on the bed fondling and talking, that's when I got more good stuff. "I want to fuck you in your wedding dress," Tom said. "I'm not getting it till the day before so you will have to wait till after the honeymoon." Georgia replied she was always one for thinking ahead. "No way! We are talking about on the day!" Karl chimed in, the turd. "And how do you think you are going to do that you naughty boys." Georgia said laughing. "I went with Adam when he paid for the reception at the hotel. The ballroom your reception will be in has a band room off to one side. The guys will take turns to keep Adam busy while the others entertain you." Tom, the smug prick explained "All four of you?" "Would you want it any other way?" Karl asked with a chuckle. "I guess not. You know I won't be on birth control then, Adam wants to have kids straight away. You guys will be playing Russian roulette with my fertile eggs! Wow, just thinking about it gets me hot." Georgia gasped. How had I been so blind? "Me too! So get down there and suck my cock so I can show how hot it's going to be." Karl ordered. "Easy Karl we have got all night and most of tomorrow. I'm not picking Adam up till 5pm." Georgia said. "Come on, don't get frigid on us, get busy girl. You know you want too." Tom had his hand behind Georgia's had pushing it into Karl's lap. She didn't resist and soon the only sounds were her slurping and the guys groaning. In no time Karl was reaming her bum while Tom watched. Georgia was screaming and thrusting back, I had never seen her so animated. No wonder the guy down stairs was pissed. I clicked out of the security system, I had seen enough. The hard drive located in the hidden cupboard behind my wardrobe would continue to record all the action. I laid back and tried to work on my revenge; inspiration wasn't coming so I got up and went out to the lounge room. Tony and Geoff were still snoring; Tony was laid back with his legs open. It took a lot of will power to not kick him in the balls. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and was leafing through an old newspaper on the kitchen bench when I spotted a headline and inspiration struck. Police warn about drink spiking. It appeared there had been a number of cases of drunken girls being raped. Police were worried that there was a group of men who targeted inebriated young women followed them home then forced their way in and gang raped them. They wanted women to be more careful and watch out for their friends. Also they appealed for any information which may help them find the perpetrators. As I was working out how to use this to my advantage my phone buzzed again. It was my downstairs neighbour saying he had made a noise complaint to the police. Perfect. I went back to the bedroom and got straight on the phone to the police. "You have reached the NSW police service how may we be of assistance." "Oh god! You have to get to my apartment. Oh god! I think my fiancée is being raped!" I was being as hysterical as possible. "Calm down sir, can you give me some details?" "How can I calm down? You have to get someone there now!" "Why do you think this is happening sir?" The girl was remaining remarkably calm "My neighbour he has been complaining about the noise, but I'm not there, I'm here! How can I be making noise with my fiancée when I'm here? Please! Please! Send someone! Please!" "How do you know your neighbour has complained?" the girl said again deadpan. This was going to be harder than I thought. "He sent me a text, complaining then sent another saying he had made a noise complaint. Please send someone I'm begging you!" "What was the address of the noise complaint?" This was worse than speaking to a call centre or one of those computer generated voices. Thank god I really didn't need them urgently. I gave her my home address. "Please hold for a moment." Thirty seconds later she was back. "I'm transferring you now." Another thirty seconds then a male voice. "This is Senior Sergeant Potts from the sex crimes division; can I ask who is calling?" "Oh thank god finally. I'm Adam Spenser; please send someone for my fiancée! Something terrible is happening!" I pretended to start crying. "We have a unit in the area; we just have to be sure about something. Don't take this the wrong way but the noise complaint did mention that the noise appeared to be of a sexual nature. Rah ... Is there any chance that it's someone else apart from your fiancée or err... Umm she might have someone else up there?" Whining wasn't working time to see if getting pissed off worked. "We are getting married in three weeks, what the fuck do you think? If all this stalling leads to her being hurt in any way I am going to sue you and the department. I'm going to go on every TV current affairs show and write to every newspaper and use your name." "Calm down sir, we will check this out. What is your fiancée's name and what was she supposed to be doing tonight." I had done a little preparation for this question. "Georgia, she was going out with friends on her hen's night in Kings Cross." The newspaper had said the rapists appeared to be targeting that area. "Ok, as I said there is a unit in the area and they are going to swing by. Are you ringing from your mobile? We want the number so we can keep you posted." "Yes, should I go over there too?" "No, please stay put until we contact you." with that he disconnected. That hadn't gone as well as I hoped, I wanted them bursting in and raising hell, I doubted the rape thing would fly but the drug pile on the coffee able would take some explaining. Nothing happened for twenty minutes then my phone buzzed another text message. It was from my downstairs neighbour. "Sorry man! Thought it was you up there. Police going up now, guns and helmets and shit. Hope Georgia ok. Praying for you both." Holy shit! They had bought it! I logged on to my security feed again, this I had to see. When I fired up the bedroom camera I couldn't believe my luck. Tom and Karl had used a couple of my work ties to tie Georgia's legs and arms to the bed frame and were taking turns long dicking her. She loved it but their kinky little game was going to backfire badly. I switched to the living area and panned the camera to the door, no action yet. Georgia was starting to scream up a storm again so hopefully that would harden the police resolve. After three minutes I thought my neighbour must have been shitting me then the door slowly opened. Two officers in bulletproof jackets, guns drawn entered they did a sweep of the living area then signalled to the doorway and four others entered. The sex was reaching a crescendo next door so they started moving towards the bedroom. I went back to the bedroom camera and Tom was going at it on Georgia while Karl beat himself off over Georgia's face. They were completely oblivious then all hell broke loose. The police rushed through the door guns raised with the lights attached on. Yelling, "Armed police! Down on the floor! Now! Get down!" Tom and Karl didn't know what had hit them. Karl turned to face the onslaught his cock still sticking out in front as he stroked it. A policeman kicked him square in the chest sending him sprawling. Tom must have been close to the vinegar stroke as he continued to pump away despite the mayhem. That was until another policeman grabbed him by the hair and dragged him off Georgia on to the floor beside a withering Karl. What a scene, Karl and Tom on the floor, naked. Two policemen sitting on their backs cuffing their hands behind their backs. Georgia naked tied to the bed surrounded by strangers with guns. One of the police put a blanket over her and began to untie her as they pulled Karl and Tom to their feet and started frog marching them out the door. The boys found their voice at last. "What the fuck is this? Tom screamed "It will be the last girl you see for a while you fucking perverts, you'll be the ones getting raped where you're going!" A policeman growled as he shoved Tom up against the door jamb. "It wasn't rape she fucking loved it" Karl added but he probably wished he hadn't as another copper drove the butt of his gun into his stomach causing him to pitch forward onto his face. They marched the guys out of the room, a lady police officer entered and took charge of the now released and blanket wrapped Georgia. Sitting her down in a chair near the window she began talking softly, reassuring the bewildered Georgia. "It's alright now Georgia, your safe now. The senior sergeant is going to call your fiancée and have him meet us at the hospital." "Hospital?" "Yes, we will get you checked out. Would you like your mother there as well? The hospital has a great team to help you through this tough time. They have a lot of experience with rape victims." Georgia looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an eighteen wheeler. "Rape? Rape?" she stuttered. "It's alright dear they can't hurt you now, just take your time the paramedics will be here shortly." This was going to be very interesting, would she cry rape? Try and lie her way out? The pressure to do so would be enormous, or say it was consensual and show herself as a slut. Everybody in that room would know her as engaged to be married. I changed cameras to see how Tom and Karl were getting on. They were sitting on the lounge in their underpants, a plain clothed policeman was asking questions about the drugs but they weren't saying anything. "Come on lads, we have got a large quantity of drugs here. I think you would be over the personal use threshold, into the dealer category! That sets you up for at least three years in the big house and that's without the rape. "All we are saying is it wasn't rape, after that we are using our right to silence and waiting for our legal representative." Tom said in his most official voice. "Help us now and we can all have an early night!" the policeman tried again. The boys sat stony faced and silent. "Alright has it your way," the policeman turned to the other officers. "Take them down to the wagon, get them to the station and give them their phone call." The armed officers lifted the boys off the lounge and took them out the door; the other officer moved over to the bedroom door and motioned for the female officer to come out. They huddled together and spoke softly so I couldn't make out what they were saying. After they stopped talking she returned to Georgia and the other guy pulled out his phone and made a call. My phone started ringing. "Hello?" I tried to make my voice sound as anxious as possible. "Mr Spenser, its Senior Sergeant Potts." "What's happened? Have you found Georgia? Is she Ok? What..." My verbal barrage was interrupted by the sergeant. "Calm down Mr Spenser, we have your fiancée; she will be taken to the hospital shortly." "My god! Is she alright." "Yes, it's just a precautionary check over; I'll give you more details at the hospital. We should be at St Vincent's in about ten minutes, call me when you get there and I will find you and give you the details of our operation." Before I could add another crazed reply he hung up. I rang for taxi and made my exit from Tony's place. It had all worked out better than I could have hoped but I was unsure on what take the police had on the situation. Would they believe Georgia or Tom and Karl? I would have to stay on my toes to keep this pot boiling. At the hospital I was met by a constable and taken through emergency to a room off to one side. Inside a tall thin man with a large hook nose was on the telephone, the constable told me to wait and put his head in the doorway and told the man I was there. He finished his conversation and hung up then came to the doorway with his hand outstretched. "Senior Sergeant Potts," he said shaking my hand. "Adam Spenser, where is my fiancée?" "She is with the doctor at the moment; you will be able to see her shortly. I just want a quick word before you see her." he pointed to a chair at the desk and moved to the other side and sat down. Clearing his throat he continued, "Earlier tonight five armed officers entered your apartment and apprehended two males who had your fiancée tied to your bed. They were engaging in sexual activity. We have them at the police station and they are being questioned at the moment. Your fiancée..." "Georgia." I interrupted "Georgia is currently being accessed by medical staff and having samples and a statement taken. She should be finished shortly; in the meantime I have a few questions for you to help us get the full picture." "Is this really necessary? Surely Georgia's welfare is the most important thing at the moment, I want to see her!" I blustered. "And you will sir but first I need to now a few things." He ran his fingers through his thinning hair then leaned forward and asked, "Where we're you tonight?" "Why is that relevant?" I replied innocently. "If you were home Georgia probably wouldn't be here now!" "Right, I see. Umm I was at a friend's house; it was my buck's weekend this weekend. We arrived back late this evening from Brisbane and one of my groomsmen insisted that I stay with him and another groomsmen and continue to party." My Ex Fiancée "Where was this?" "Renwick I think or one of the nearby eastern suburbs." "What time did your neighbour contact you about the noise?" "I'm not sure, I'll check my phone it should have a time for the text," I grabbed out my phone and went through my messages. "At 11.45 pm." "I want to show you a couple of pictures on my phone. They are of the men we have in custody; please tell me if you have seen them before." "Is this standard procedure?" "It's just a hunch; these two don't fit the profile of rapists. They are look more like young office types to me." He held up his phone and swiped between the images, I did my best to look stunned then angry. "What! Is this a joke? Why have you got pictures of Tom and Karl?" "Who are Tom and Karl?" "Tom is my best man! Karl is one of my groomsman! What do they have to do with this?" "They were the two naked guys we found at your apartment, why weren't they at your party." "They left Brisbane early; they had to work tomorrow .... So they said." I slumped in the chair; I tried my best to look deflated. There was a voice from behind me, "Excuse me Mick can I have a word." It was the policewoman I had seen in my apartment. "Could you step outside for a minute please Mr Spenser." I stood up and made for the door, leaving my phone on my chair. I had set it up to record my conversation with the sergeant and knowing what they were talking about could be very helpful later. They spoke to each other for about a bit then both left together. "I'll be back with your fiancée........sorry, Georgia shortly." I retrieved my phone plugged in my earpiece and listened to what they had said. The policewoman started, "We have done all the checks, I've got down a statement but she hasn't signed it yet." "What's your gut feel on this one?" The sergeant asked. "Well, err, that's why I didn't get her to sign it. It seems a little off. She has definitely had sex but I think consent may not have been an issue. Her story reads like a script from TV, maybe we just caught her having one final fling before her wedding day." "I am tending to agree. The two guys in custody don't seem to fit the crime; they're preppy creeps but probably not rapists. We have got enough with the drugs to hold them for the night anyway. Her boyfriend? I can't put my finger on it but he comes across like he is trying too hard to be shocked. How do you think we should proceed?" "Come with me and read Georgia's statement, see if you can think of anything to ask that I have forgotten. I have been the good cop so before we get her to sign, you can give her the penalty talk for giving a false statement." "Ok. How hard can I go? Is she likely to flip out? We are talking about someone who is a potential victim even if we are not entirely sure." "That's what feels off about her, I don't think she is traumatized. More likely really guilty or perhaps just worried she got caught. I'm thinking you might be able to put the frighteners on her and get the real story." "Let's go see then!" There was the scrapping of the chair as the sergeant stood up then silence until I stopped the recording. I sat wondering what Georgia would do. I checked my watch; it was time to start the wheels of revenge in motion. I looked through my phone contact list selected the number and dialled. "The Herald, Eric Town speaking." Eric wrote in the business section, he was in charge of a grubby little gossip section called CBD. No one admitted to reading it but everybody did. I had met him at a political fundraiser and we had hit it off. "Hi Eric, its Adam." "How the fuck is you? And what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?" "It's a long story that I will tell you later over a beer but I was just wondering if your column was bedded down for tomorrow's edition." I asked hopefully. "Only just. I hate the start of the financial year; it's always terribly quiet on the gossip front. Have you heard something I should know?" His interest was piqued. "Is it too late to put it in?" "It will be if you don't tell me straight away!" He always was impatient if he thought he was missing a big story. "Would you be interested in two young up and coming boy geniuses on the fast track to the board room languishing in an interview room on drug and sexual assault charges?" "Hell yes! That would be the best gossip I've had in weeks. Can I use names? Please tell me I can use names!" Eric pleaded. "If you want to get sued you can used names. This would be strictly in the "Guess who? Don't sue!" category." At the end of his columns Eric had a "Guess who? Don't sue!" section where all his unsubstantiated juicy titbits were put with no names. Every morning tea break in the city little clusters of office workers would be trying to put names to the allegations. "Spoilsport! Now you know how I work, I need some background so I can make up my cryptic clues. Spill the beans brother!" "Tom and Karl." I said trying to keep my voice level. "Your best man and groomsman? You're shopping your mates? Who did they attack? Your mother?" "My fiancée or should I say my ex fiancée." I tried but I couldn't help but be bitter. "Ohm." Eric was silent, something about his response was different than I expected. "Did you already know about this?" I enquired. "Err No, umm I suppose I should say I'm not completely surprised." He said cautiously. "What's that supposed to mean!" I raised my voice and got a harsh stare from a passing nurse. "Umm, well, there has been some scuttlebutt for some time about Georgia and her boss. I haven't been able to get a handle on it so I didn't mention it." "She is fucking her boss too?" I half shouted again. "Well....probably but. The story was she was offered as an incentive to prospective clients." Eric said sheepishly. "Fucking hell! How could I have been so blind?" "It's called love Adam. Anyway do you want me to go nuclear on this?" "That's why I called, burn the bastards." "Consider it done!" We said our goodbyes and disconnected. The policewoman was walking down the corridor towards me. She had a really good figure, walked with confidence. Oh those women in uniform! She stopped I front of me. "I'm Constable Haven; I work with victims of sexual assault. Do you mind if I have a quick word? Georgia will be along shortly and hopefully I can help you both get over this trauma together." Not likely, I thought. But I put my smiley face on and allowed her to counsel me. It was a bit tedious until she squatted down to get better eye contact but I mostly just stared at her chest. Georgia came towards me with Sergeant Potts beside her. I stood and made like a concerned soon to be husband. Moving towards them and taking Georgia in my arms. She started crying and I'd patted her back and head like a sad puppy making comforting remarks about how everything was going to be alright, that I would be there for her, all that sort of shit. In the back of my mind I was scheming, I had three of my bridal party in trouble but there were still two to get. Both police officers gave me their cards then we left. On the way home Georgia sat sniffling and thanking me. Saying how great I was and how she loved me. Back at our apartment I started cleaning up, Georgia appeared keen to get me into bed but there was no way I was going sloppy thirds on the bitch. Who knows how many times I had before? I made a mental note to get a check-up with my doctor. "Come on baby I need you to cuddle me." Georgia moaned. "I just want to clean up, you go to bed I will be there shortly." Exhaustion must have been setting in for her as she gave up on me and went to bed. I had much to do; first I downloaded the video from the hard drive and reviewed it. It was perfect. From the moment they entered my apartment it was obvious there was no rape. Georgia couldn't wait to get her clothes off and start sucking the guy's cocks. One charge of making a false complaint. Maybe if the prosecutor had a hard-on perverting the course of justice. The boys were more interested in getting high and their big mouths helped me out again. They said they got the drugs from Tony. I knew he always had drugs I didn't know he was a dealer. That's another groomsman on a drugs charge. Later on they went even further, Georgia asked why they had so much and they said that Tony had just made a big buy. He had needed some extra money so they had lent him some. They hoped to double it in the next couple of weeks as Tony shifted the product. Slam dunk! Three possessions with intent to supply charges. They probably would get good enough lawyers to keep them out of jail but there business careers were fucked. The three of them got down to business after that so I still had to get something on Geoff if he was involved. I had originally thought I would e-mail the CCTV footage off to the police around midday but given the Sergeants misgivings about me I decided to ring now. At 3 am I thought I would just get their message services but it would show I wasn't trying to hide stuff. I dialled the Sergeant first and was surprised when he answered. "Hello, Senior Sergeant Potts." He sounded annoyed; I hoped I hadn't woken him. "It's Adam, umm, Adam Spenser. Err I met you at the hospital when I picked up my fiancée. I didn't wake you did I?" "No of course not! I'm on the night shift; I don't get to sleep till 8 am!" His mood wasn't improving. "Look I don't want to take up your time but mum," I paused as if I was struggling to hold it together. "There are three CCTV cameras hooked up to a hard drive in my apartment." I snuffled and cleared my throat, I had to try and sell this. "Oh right," that got his interest. "Why didn't you say anything before? Have you looked at it?" I could almost see him suddenly sitting upright leaning forward expectantly. "I guess in all that was going on I forgot. I umm I.... I have," I paused again and blew my nose. "Sorry, it's hard.... You know..... I looked at it and....and." I stopped completely and the Sergeant bit hard on the bait. "What? What did you see Adam? Adam? Are you still there?" "I, umm, I don't think it was rape, they....... oh god! They came in together, laughing and kissing!" I let out a strangled cry and pretended to sob. "Was there anything to do with the drugs?" The Sergeant demanded he had already suspected the rape was bogus but he still seemed to want to nail the boys. "I didn't look at much after that but they were putting them on the coffee table." I lied. "I need to see that footage, there are two high powered legal eagles here making a lot of noise about lawsuits, and can you send it to me?" "I could e-mail it I think." "Hold on and I'll give you an address, we need to get it quickly!" He gave me the address then hung up. I went to my computer and sent through a copy of the entire footage from the three cameras. I went to the spare room and tried to get some sleep but just managed to roll around with my eyes closed. I couldn't believe that I had been such a bad judge of character of my girlfriend and my mates. Sometime around five my phone rang. "Sorry I hope you weren't in a deep sleep." It as Sergeant Potts and he sounded a lot happier. "I was in bed but I'm having trouble getting any sleep." I said tersely. "Yes, well, that's understandable. Err you know, given the circumstances. Look I won't keep you, could we get together for a coffee when I get off at eight? There are a few developments that I want to talk with you about." "Sure, I've got nothing planned." The bitterness was strong in my answer. "There is a coffee shop in Surrey Hills just down from the Oxford tavern, do you know it?" "Yes, don't go in there much too many coppers!" "Yes, I suppose there is, well I will see you at eight." He disconnected and I went back to rolling around trying to sleep. I got up at 7am and had a shower. Georgia was still sound asleep or at last pretending to be. I doubt she was very keen to talk to me until she had time to make up a story. I flicked on the morning TV shows trying to find something to take my mind off the past twenty four hours. The lead story on the 7.30 news soon had my attention. "Drug squad police carried out a dawn raid in the beachside suburb of Bronte. A two storey house was raided and two men detained in connection with an inner city drug ring. Neighbours of the house said the occupant was a nice young fellow who worked for a bank in the city. Police are not giving any more details as yet but confirmed that a large quantity of drugs had even seized. Also that they were holding other individuals who they hope can help them with their investigation." Ohm yeah, fucks you, you bastards! Sergeant Potts would be pleased. I dressed and was on my way out to meet the sergeant when I remembered my conversation with the gossip columnist. I went back to the computer and checked the online addition. At the bottom of the CBD column under the bold heading Guess Who Don't Sue. "Which high profile PR exec and girl about town upcoming nuptials are on hold after she was caught "in flagrante deflector" with a couple of the bridal party. Unfortunately she soon to be ex fiancée and rising star in the private banking world wasn't one of them." Delicious! That would have the suits in the city yapping up a storm around the water cooler this morning. Suddenly I thought of Georgia's parents, they were really good people and didn't deserve to find out second hand about the upcoming problems. I rang them straight away, Jack, Georgia's father answered. "Hi Adam, how is the bucks weekend going?" "It came to an early conclusion after some fracas in Brisbane, could I meet up with you and Janice sometime this morning?" "What's wrong Adam?" I sensed a tremor in his voice. "I don't want to go into it over the phone Jack." I said softly. "It's not got something to do with the paper this morning?" Jack had worked in the city all his life before retiring three years ago. He still read the business section first every morning. "I'll tell you later Jack; can you make it into town?" They deserved to be told face to face. "Alright, we will be in around eleven. Where do you want to meet?" He sounded resigned to getting bad news. "How about that little pastry shop outside your old office building, they still bake the best cakes and treats around." "Okay we will see you there, just one thing Adam. Please don't make any rash decisions until you know everything!" Jack pleaded. "I already know too much Jack, I'm sorry." I felt the tears welling in my eyes for real this time. After saying goodbye I went out the door. It was a glorious sunny day in Sydney; late autumn is always the best. The sun has lost its searing heat and the humidity is generally lower. I decided to walk to my meeting it would make me a little late but I didn't care. Sergeant Potts was standing to leave when I walked into the coffee shop. "I thought you bankers were punctual?" he scolded. "I'm still on holidays." I grumbled as I slumped into the chair opposite to where he was standing. He sat down opposite me; his scowl was replaced with a smile. "Luckily for you we got a result last night. That CCTV footage was very informative, we couldn't use it as evidence but it gave us enough background to work them over. We had them split up so when we started asking about buying a shipment of drugs they both thought the other had sold them out." The waitress came over and I ordered some orange juice while Sergeant got some warm milk. The police force is not what they used to be. After taking a sip he continued. "We got Tony's name from them and then we raided the house and found more drugs. The drug squad were ecstatic. Tony stayed quiet for a while but as we outlined what we had found out from the other two he gave up. He is trying to cut a deal by shopping the name of his supplier." "So what happens to them now?" "The first two were remanded to appear at a bail hearing tomorrow morning, maybe Tony as well if he can work out something with the prosecutor." "Public hearing?" I enquired hopefully. "Oh yes," he chuckled. "Their lawyers are trying for an out of session hearing, but the prosecutor wants this on the media. As it appears do you!" He lifted the morning Herald out of his lap neatly folded exposing the CBD column. "I .... I don't know what you mean." I tried to look innocent. "A likely story! I wonder if that CCTV system of yours has remote access." He sat back in his chair an amused expression on his face. "I'd wager that it also is a time card in it that lets you know at what times it's been checked. Maybe I should get a warrant and have a look for myself." "Why chase the victim here! Maybe by the time you got a warrant the hard drive may be damaged." The Sergeant's smile turned into a laugh, when he had composed himself he sat forward and said in a low voice. "Keep your shirt on Adam, you just confirmed my suspicions. I'm not interested in you but I do want to know what you want to happen to Georgia." "What do you mean?" "Well there could be a charge of making a false statement. It wouldn't stick of course, I'm sure she could get it dropped as a first offense or maybe we just forget it. It's hardly worth the time to fill out the paperwork unless you are after some retribution which by the look of things you are." He lifted the paper again to emphasize his point. "Umm I'm not sure what you mean." I acted dumb. "Okay, you're a careful guy, give me a call after 6 pm today if you want me to push for the charge otherwise I'll bury it." He stood and left leaving me to ponder my choice. I finished my juice and went out into the bright sunshine. I continued walking towards the city, the next part of my revenge was to turn up at work dishevelled and downcast. That would leave the gossip readers in doubt who was involved. The humiliation for me wouldn't be fun but I think it was one way to ensure Tom and Karl positions' at the bank would soon be vacant. Upon entry into the bank foyer it started, one of the security guards elbowed another and pointed in my direction. That continued as I walked to the elevators, I got in the first one going up and a couple of others joined me. The mail guy bustled in with his trolley just as the doors were closing. Obviously he didn't read the business section of the Herald. "He Adam! How was the weekend man?" A secretary pretended to lose her balance and knocked the trolley into the mail guy's shins. "Ouch! Careful Miss!" The elevator stopped at the next floor and he exited still rubbing his shins. For the rest of the ride there was silence from the others. They suddenly found the floor very interesting to look at. I was going to the top floor as I was hopefully going to get to see the CEO and there was only the secretary who had silenced the mail guy left by then. Just before we exited she put her hand on my arm, I turned to face her. "I'm sorry about what's going on. If you need someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on here's my number." She slipped a piece of paper into my hand, then left walking away with an exaggerated swagger drawing attention to a killer set of legs and tight buns. I looked at the number; I hadn't seen her writing anything in the lift so she must have had it written before. I screwed up the note and deposited it in the nearest bin; I think she probably had a stack of them in her pocket. I made my way to the CEO's office; his secretary was a fearsome woman with a sharp tongue. She sat behind a high desk and peered at people over glasses perched on the end of her nose. I entered her office and as is her way she kept her eyes down ignoring the intrusion into her day. I waited for her to stop her designated task; I had earned her wrath for speaking before she spoke before. She looked up like a cobra waiting to strike but when she saw me she softened. My Ex Fiancée "Adam dear, what are you doing here; you still have two days off." I had never seen or heard of her being the slightest bit conciliatory, let alone calling someone "dear". "I was just wondering if I could see Mr Turnbull for a moment." I could feel myself blushing from her sympathetic stare. "He is in-between calls at the moment, I'll just see if it's okay." She slid off her chair and walked to his door knocking then poking her head inside to ask. I had never seen her standing up and she was quite short which explained the high chair and desk. She came back with a smile and said, "Mr Turnbull will be with you in a moment. Just take a seat." She climbed back onto her chair while I sat down. She returned to work then stopped and looked up again. She opened her mouth to say something then stopped; I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she contemplated continuing. Eventually speaking won out. "I was left at the altar, at least you have found out in time." As soon as she said it I think she regretted it. Before I could think of a reply her head was once again bowed and she was back working. Oh well, if I convinced her then the CEO should be easy. Mr Turnbull came to the door and invited me in. He was a tall man, short cropped curly hair greying at the edges. He kept himself trim and was often seen running in the park at lunch times. He went back to the chair at his desk and motioned for me to sit opposite. "Adam, I hadn't expected to see you this morning but under the circumstances then perhaps it's good we get the story from you today rather than later in the week." I sat silent for a moment as Mar. Turnbull shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Argh that is to say umm... If there is anything you would like to tell me." Mr Turnbull seemed really nervous, which wasn't like him. There wasn't any point delaying. "I came here to ask you for the rest of the week off as I am dealing with some personal issues at the moment. But as these personal issues do involve other members of the firm and a PR company employed by the firm then I guess you have a right to know." "Yes! Well I wouldn't have asked otherwise." Mar. Turnbull said defensively. I took a deep breath and took a moment to clear my throat then started my hatchet job. "Last night I returned to Sydney from my buck's weekend earlier than planned. I was at one of my groomsmen's house when I received a message from my neighbour concerning noise coming from my apartment. I initially thought he had the wrong number but when he persisted I called the police thinking someone had broken into my apartment and perhaps Georgia was in trouble. The police arrived and entered the apartment where they seized some drugs and found my fiancée tied to the bed with Tom and Karl having sex with her." I stopped pulled out my handkerchief and dabbed at my eyes and wiped my nose, not that there were any tears but it left the desired impression. "Oh dear, oh dear." Mr Turnbull muttered as he sat forward at his desk, eager to hear more. "At first it was thought to be rape but after speaking to the police this morning that has been discounted. Tom, Karl and another of my groomsman Tony are currently being held on drugs charges." "Oh dear, oh dear, not good for the firm! Not good at all. Umm what has Georgia said about this." "I don't know I haven't spoken to her since I spoke to the police this morning." "Oh dear, terrible business, terrible business. It's safe to say we won't be letting those two back through the front doors again. You take as long as you want, give me a call on Monday and we will talk further." He leaned back in his chair dismissing me seemingly relieved. That's when the full picture became clear to me. I had been walking to the door happy that Tom and Karl were going to be out of a job. I turned and asked a question. "What about the PR firm?" Straight away he was like a cat on a hot tin roof again. "Argh yes.... Well.... There will have to be an internal enquiry about that as Tom and Karl were responsible for the tender process. I'll have a talk to Jeremy, their CEO, and we will sort something out." His face was flushed, he was sweating. He was hiding something! Given what Eric had told me about Georgia's role with her firm. Also I remembered Tom and Karl laughing about how Mar. Turnbull was taking an "active" role in the tender process. I put two and two together and came up with another guy that had been fucking my fiancée. I kept walking, he'd keep till later but I was now realizing that short of a tactical nuclear strike I couldn't possibly get back at all the guys that were doing my fiancée. I caught a taxi to the bakery I was meeting Georgia's parents in; I was early so I ordered a coffee. Taking out my phone I decided to log onto my security system to see whether Georgia was out of bed. She was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee and madly texting on her phone. She stopped and went to the bedroom I thought to get dressed but instead she put on some lingerie then her dressing gown back over it. A couple of minutes later she was at the intercom buzzing someone into the building. It was probably her parents, but why the lingerie? She skipped to the doorway, opened the door and there was the fourth fucker. My other groomsmen Geoff. Georgia stood on her tip toes pouting for a kiss but he dodged her and moved inside. I switched to the living area camera as they moved inside; he seemed to be trying to keep some distance between himself and Georgia. It was like watching two boxers in the ring scoping each other out. Georgia being the aggressive one trying to corner her opponent to land a telling blows while Geoff danced away. Geoff had the advantage of being able to use furniture as a shield. Eventually Georgia sat down on the lounge and Geoff took up a position in the chair opposite. I couldn't hear what they were saying; being in a busy public place I didn't have the sound up. It appeared that Georgia had turned on the water works, her head was buried in her hands and her shoulders were trembling. Geoff was undecided he half stood then sat back down but it got too much for him and he moved next to her and put his arm around her. She threw herself on him arms around his neck and head buried into his shoulder. I looked up and made sure her parents hadn't arrived and when I looked back the scene had changed subtly. Her head was still pressed against his shoulder but one of her arms was no longer around his neck but in his lap and her hand appeared to be rubbing his crutch. Within ninety seconds she had has cock out and was slurping on it like it as her favourite ice cream. Right then I felt a little sorry for Georgia she obviously had a mental illness. Just then there was a tap on the glass of the window I had sat next to and Georgia's father waved as he made his way to the door. Pushing through the crowd of people waiting for their coffee Jack sauntered to the table, he was alone. I stood and shook his hand then we both sat down. "Your wife not coming?" I asked. "No, after reading CBD I thought it would be better if I came alone. Janice's blood pressure has been high lately so I left her at home." He said while signally the waitress for a coffee. "Yes, you're probably right." "Now Adam, does that little libellous shit have this story right! Because I think you should sue his arse off!" "Jack, taking action would cost a lot of money, keep it in the newspapers and is unlikely to succeed as it's true." "What do.....?" The waitress arrived with his coffee so he waited until she had left. "What do you mean it's true?" "Last night the police raided my apartment after a noise complaint and found my best man and a groomsmen having sex with Georgia in our bed." I said quietly. "They must have forced her or drugged her or something!" He was trying to stay calm. "Initially they thought it was rape however it appears that it wasn't." "Don't be ridiculous! This is ludicrous! My daughter would ever do such a thing!" Calmness had gone out the window and he was almost foaming at the mouth. "I'm sorry Jack but pictures don't lie. The weddings off." "Bullshit!" That was the first time I had heard him swear. "People doctor photo's all the time!" Jack was a "seeing is believing" kind of guy, I didn't want to hurt him but I wasn't going to be the bad guy here. I grabbed my phone and swiped the screen, opening the browser I found the security feed again. Things had progressed Georgia was laying on the lounge with one leg hanging off. Geoff was on top of her rutting for all he as worth. I turned the screen to Jack; he studied it for a moment. "That means nothing; it was probably staged with an actress!" He put my phone face down on the table. "It's a live feed from my apartment, this is happening right now." "What kind of sick fuck are you? I'm so glad Doris wasn't here for your deranged fantasies! When I tell Georgia she won't touch you with a ten foot pole." he was starting to rise from his seat. "Sit the fuck down Jack!" I yelled making everybody in the bakery turn towards us. He sat down with a stunned look on his face. I know I had never sworn in front of him before, let alone at him. "Give me your phone," he was unmoved. "Now Jack!" He gave me his phone. I went through the contacts and found Georgia's number; I pushed the call button then turned over my phone that had been face down on the table. On screen the action had stopped as Georgia reached for her phone on the coffee table. Jack turned the phone over as he deflated before my eyes; he was suddenly very old and frail. "I'm really sorry Jack but you had to know. The weddings off, I hope you don't lose too many deposits but three weeks out I'd say you will. You and Janice don't deserve it but I can't go through with this." He was crying he didn't speak just simply nodded. He wiped his eyes collected himself then asked in a whisper. "Have you told her yet?" "No, she was asleep when I left this morning to meet the policeman in charge of the case." "Sweet Jesus! She doesn't know you know and... And she is with the guy again?" "It's not the same guy; those two are on drug charges that are other groomsmen." "Ohm no." He was crying again. "Come on Jack, let's get out of here and go for a walk in the park. We both need some fresh air." I left money on the table for the coffee and we left. We walked for half an hour, talked about everything but Georgia. He had calmed down and wanted to go home so we walked to a taxi rank. "When are you going to tell her?" Jack asked. "When she gets a free moment!" It was hard not to be bitter. Jack turned away. "Part of me still loves her Jack. Part of me thinks this is a nightmare that I will wake up from and everything will be just as it was. That is what is making me feel so terrible because the rest of me wants to kill her and all the men who have every touched her." "Can you let me know before you do because I will come and pick her up, take her home." There were tears again; a father can't stop loving his daughter. "Yeah sure Jack, I'll let you know." We shook hands awkwardly and he got into the first cab at the rank. I turned and continued walking, plotting my next move. I found a quiet spot in the park and check my CCTV feed again. The action had stopped, Georgia had her dressing gown on again and Geoff was tying his shoe laces. He really was a dumb bastard! He was engaged to the daughter of one of Australia's richest women. Penny Rhine-Hill was the daughter of Jackie Rhine-Hill who part owned with a Chinese consortium three of the biggest iron ore mines in The Pilbara region of Western Australia along with one of the richest gold and copper deposits ever discovered in Australia. She now featured on the list of the world's richest women with an estimated wealth of six billion dollars. Granted Penny wasn't a stunner, she was generously proportioned. Not completely obese but very well rounded. Her face had chubby cheeks that almost glowed bright red if she exerted herself or got tipsy and it was topped off with a shock of curly red hair that could best be described as unruly. After saying all that she was a great girl, tremendous fun to be around and she was smitten with Geoff. You can marry more money in five minutes than you can make in a lifetime, was one of my father's favourite sayings. I mightn't be able to get Geoff charged with anything but I was pretty sure I could fuck up his impending nuptials if Penny got a look at my security footage. Geoff worked for her family company too so I'd say that would end his job as well. That had my revenge pretty well covered except for my boss but I had a plan for that too. I just had to get Georgia's co-operation and I think I had something to ensure she catered for my needs. Heading home I was very curious to find out how Georgia was going to approach our situation. When I got home Georgia was gone, I hadn't expected that but it put off the looming confrontation a bit longer. It also gave me time to put together a highlight reel for Penny. Geoff's conversation with Georgia when he arrived had also been interesting; he had been sent over by Karl and Tom's lawyers to see what she had told the police. A charge of interfering with a witness sprung to mind but there wasn't much point, I'm sure Penny would think up some far more hideous punishments. He kept pressing her about the drugs and what she had told the police. She said she only told them about the "rape." Geoff told Georgia that the boys weren't being charged with rape, only with possession and dealing in drugs. That's when she had slumped down on the lounge and he had moved to comfort her. So now she knew that that the "rape" defines was useless, that was probably why she had left the apartment. I was fixing some dinner for myself about 5 pm when the apartment door opened. I could hear the click of high heels on the timber floor and into the living area walked Georgia and one of her bridesmaids Shelley. It appeared the plan was safety in numbers. They saw me in the kitchen area and made a bee line for me, when she got closer Georgia opened her arms to give me a hug and said. "Adam! Darling! We're have you been we have been so worried!" She sniffled as if she was holding back tears. I didn't return the embrace, keeping my arms by my side. I tried to keep my voice even. "I've been busy talking to the police, my boss and your father." Georgia stiffened, she had been caught off guard but she bravely battled on. "Shelley's come over to explain how they spiked my drinks last night at the hen's night and I got kicked out of the night club. Tom and Karl were there and offered to take me home and that's when they took advantage of me." She tried to embrace me again but I stepped back. "Really? Is that what happened Shelley?" I said sarcastically. "Yeah, just like Georgia said, it was just a bit of fun that got out of hand!" "And did you spike her coffee before she fucked Geoff this morning!" Oh, it was delicious, Shelley's mouth hung open as she tried to comprehend what I had just said. Georgia took a step back as if I had struck her; she looked wildly between Shelley and me trying to think of something to say. Shelley found her voice first. "You're on your own now girlfriend." she spat as she turned and walked to the front door. Georgia tried to grab her to keep her there but Shelley shrugged her off, hitting her with a parting salvo. "I knew you were a party girl but I didn't realize you were such a slapper!" The door slammed and Georgia and I were alone. She turned towards me once more; she was crying now; well blubbering would be a better description. Mumbling how sorry she was and how I should have stayed with her this morning and it wouldn't have happened. Why does it always have to be someone else's fault? "Will you please just shut up?" I yelled, "Do you really think I care about you excuses and lies?" "But I was drunk and this morning I was upset and it's only two times. I'll be good please." "You really are pathetic!" I took a long pull to finish a beer I'd opened earlier. "It's only two times?" I tried to imitate Tom's deep voice. "God, I've missed your arse," then George's "It's missed you too Tom!" Once again there was a shocked look on Georgia's face. "But... But...But how did?" Obviously her tongue had been overworked the night before. "Do you remember when you moved in and I explained about the security system, and the cameras?" "Yes, but you said you didn't use them." "I don't, but they still run twenty four seven. I thought the police might want a copy for evidence of your rape but unfortunately it only proved you were a lying skanky slut." The tears were flowing for real now, a steady stream trickling down and dripping off her face. She was on her haunches leaning against the wall. She looked pathetic really. Small, sad and pathetic. I decided then I would ask the sergeant to forget about the false statement charges, but I wouldn't tell her that until I got to the bottom of why she did it. That's if she even knew! I walked over, lifted Georgia up to her feet and helped her to the kitchen table. She tried to cling to me but I moved away grabbed two beers out of the fridge and sat down opposite her. Opening the beers I placed one in front of her and took a sip from my own. "I want you to know, we are finished! Okay?" She nodded her head. "The policeman wanted to know if I wanted him to charge you for making a false statement. I have to let him know by 6 pm tonight. So you have half an hour to answer my questions with the truth and I will tell him to forget about you." "Please Adam don't I..." I cut her off. "Answer my questions or wait for the police!" She nodded her head, picked up the beer I had got for her and took a long drink. "A friend in the city tells me you have been sleeping with your boss. Is that true?" Georgia nodded her head again, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "For how long?" "About nine months." she said sniffling loudly. "You have only been there ten! For fucks sake why?" "I was recruited as part of a new "strike team". We were supposed to be the spear head of a push into the corporate market." Georgia sniffed, "My boss, Jeremy, called me in to his office after a month, he wasn't happy." She sniffled again. "We had tendered for three corporate clients and missed each one." Georgia stopped and had another drink. Her sniffing was driving me crazy so I reached back to a sideboard and grabbed a box of tissues; she blew her nose loudly then continued. "Jim said he felt I wasn't contributing enough to the team effort. I told him I was putting in more hours than the others. He had come around his desk and stood in front of me. He said I had been employed because of my considerable assets and that it was time I put them on display. He then started unbuttoning my blouse." "Right! That's unambiguous sexual harassment! Why did you stand for that?" "It's alright for you! You're the wonder kid! Youngest guy ever to get a million dollar bonus! I was on my third job in two years I wanted to make my mark." The tears were forgotten as her anger showed through. "By fucking your boss? That's one way to get a reputation but not a good one!" "My pussy and mouth got them four big accounts!" I couldn't believe she was bragging about being a corporate whore. "And now they will dump you on your arse and you will have to start turning tricks for real!" "I don't think so; Jeremy wanted some back up so I had to secretly tape some of the encounters. I kept copies to cover myself!" Now that was interesting, if I could get a copy of her and Mr Turnbull then I might be able to fuck that prick up.