Death of an Escort by Nathan Pennington Read Free Book Online Page A

before the other cops
realized what had happened and had their buddies set their own road
block to keep me in.
    That would be a serious crimp in my plan. My
plan of getting home without getting arrested, that is.
    I got out of the industrial park without
seeing another cop, and I headed for the main highway to head back
in the direction of home.
    But, as I turned on the highway, I decided
that I didn't want to go home yet. Not just yet. I didn't want to
check out the voyeur website on my home computer.
    That was better done from my work computer,
where my wife wouldn't see it. So, I decided I'd stop there first,
but it didn't require a change in direction. It was on the way.
    Then the adrenaline crash began. I'd been
running on a natural high, but no more. Heck, I'd assaulted a
police officer doing her job. For that matter, I'd broken and
entered, and I'd escaped.
    I was good at that. Escaping. So far
anyway.
    The office building was nearing, and I slowed
and made the turn into the deserted parking lot.
    I got out and locked my car. The air seemed
extra heavy or maybe extra still. Probably due to the early hour. I
looked at my watch. It was a little after two in the morning.
    I let myself in and went up to my private
office. Some junk mail had been shoved through my slot. I threw it
away.
    I turned my computer on, and it booted up
fast. I opened a web browser. Then I typed the address shown on the
pornographic flyer. A site opened up with a black background.
    Why did all porno sites use a black
background?
    It had more of the same verbiage about being
a true voyeur site. If that was really true, it meant it was also a
very illegal website. To film someone in a pornographic way, you
had to prove their age and keep that on file in a stated place.
    Given that if someone wasn't giving their
consent to being filmed having sex, then it stood to reason that
there was no filing of their proof of age.
    Very illegal, and the site was most likely
hosted outside the USA. I could check into that in a minute.
    To access anything in the site, I was going
to have to pay. They didn't even have one sample video up. I
thought that was odd, but just the same, I wanted to see
inside.
    The cheapest option was a three day trial
that automatically re-billed into a thirty day subscription.
    However, even the three day trial seemed
expensive. It was $7.99, and thirty days cost $59.99. The site
claimed that the content was exclusive and not available anywhere
or on any file sharing network, and it claimed to be the only 100%
authentic voyeur site.
    I didn't really get what was so neat about
voyeurism. After all, isn't all porn watching a voyeuristic
experience?
    I had a dilemma here. I wanted to get in and
see what was there. It was a gut level feeling. I needed to see
what the fiancé was hiding. I knew it was important; I could feel
it. But the only way to do that was to buy a porn subscription. I'd
never done that before, and I really didn't want to start now, but
as I thought about it, this was a billable expense, right? I could
include this as a charge against the retainer from Macy.
    So, I signed up, but not until I'd used an
online service to generate a one time use credit card number. That
way, I couldn't get re-billed. The credit card number deactivated
after a single charge, and the online service drew the money
against my bank account securely.
    The webpage refreshed showing me the member's
only area. A link caught my eye.
    It was a listing of the models on the site. I
clicked it and it took me to a page of links. Each link was a
model's name with a photo above the text. There were about twenty
of them, but some of them seemed deactivated; I couldn't click
them. I didn't know if that meant they had been models for the site
at some time, or if they were future models and were promoted ahead
of time.
    It wasn't clear about that.
    One of the faces was Kelly Brandt. At least I
thought it was. It wasn't clear. Actually none of the photos were.
It