Jamie's Got a Plan

“I’ve got a plan.”

“Your plan is what got us into this mess!”

I looked around the room looking for some way out of this. It was a mess. The chair next to the vanity was overturned, the mirror was smashed, and a naked man in his 40s sat slumped unconscious, but still breathing, on the floor between the bed and the wall with a large butcher knife in his chest semi covered with my bedspread.

My original plan was to get the naked guy, who used to be my best friend Renee’s step dad, over to my house, get him in a compromised situation, and then Kevin and Jason would burst in on us exposing him as a pedophile and then we could blackmail him for money.

I don’t think Mr. Thomas was a total perv but he was always making suggestive comments to me and Renee whenever I was over to spend the night and Renee once told me he liked to hug her from the side with his hand high up on her side so his fingers could touch the under side of her breast. I flirted with him a little last week when I was over at Renee’s, you know, laughing at all his jokes and making eye contact while I sucked my Chupa Chup sucker. He was totally into it so I figured maybe the boys and I could scare him enough to leave Renee alone.

So, last night, Renee, me, Mr. Thomas, and Renee’s mom are sitting at their table eating pizza and I casually mention I’ve been having car trouble. There’s some talk about what’s wrong and whether my dad had a chance to take a look. I mention he’s out of town for the week so I’ve been walking everywhere. Renee’s mom suggests Mr. Thomas give me a ride home later which I accept gratefully but not with too much enthusiasm. This is only a test after all.

Anyway, Mr. Thomas gave me a ride home without saying much along the way. I made sure I cross and uncrossed my legs under my short skirt a number of times on the way home and caught him out of the corner of my eye catching a glimpse. He fiddled with the radio but didn’t really find anything to fit the mood and eventually turned it off. After he pulled into the driveway, I sat for a minute to give him time to think about what he could be doing. My heart started to beat a little hard because once I made my move, there was no turning back and if he wasn’t the perv I thought he was, this could be very embarrassing.

After what seemed like an eternity, which was probably more like a couple of minutes, I saw him look in my direction so I quickly turned toward him, leaned over, and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. “Thanks Mr. Thomas!” I said quickly, then opened the car door, and hopped out before he could say anything. The rush was incredible. I can’t believe I did it and as I’m replaying it my head, I start giggling to myself as I walk around the front of the car.

I didn’t even hear the driver door open but the next thing I knew, Mr. Thomas was out of the car and heading me off at the porch. “Hey, what was that about?” He wasn’t angry sounding, more like curious, so I smiled innocently as if to say, “What do you mean?”

“A girl could get herself into a lot of trouble promising things like that and then just walking away.”

Oh…so he was a perv. Great. Well, I don’t have my plan fully formed yet nor do I have back up at this point so I buy a little time. “Well, I wasn’t sure if you were, you know, interested.” I leave the statement hanging in the air and wait for his response.

“Yeah…I’m interested. Renee can’t know anything about this, of course.”

“Of course,” I say. “I wouldn’t want her to know. Too embarrassing for sure.” He doesn’t say anything about his wife not knowing, the creep. He probably does more than hug Renee too close and he doesn’t want her tattling on him to her mom if she finds out about me. Gross. It only makes me want to this even more.

“You say your dad is out of town this week?”

“Yeah, away on business.” He doesn’t want to waste anytime I see.

“Okay, how about I come over tomorrow night to work on your car?” He says suggestively. I guess “work on your car” means he hopes to penetrate whatever hole is available as soon as possible.

This is a dangerous situation I’ve got myself into and if I can’t get Kevin and Jason in on this, I’m going to have to come up with some way to get out of it. “Okay. See you tomorrow.” He’s on the hook. Without waiting for a response, I head up the porch steps, unlock my front door, enter, and lock the door behind me. My heart is beating so hard I can barely breath and I am so turned on, I drop my stuff right at the door, go straight to the phone hanging on the kitchen wall, and dial Jason’s number.

“Can you and Kevin come over? I need help with something.” They’ve been into my plans before but this one was definitely over the top crazy. “30 minutes? Cool. Bye.” 30 minutes was just enough time to calm myself down with a little pot and formulate the beginning of a plan to shake down Mr. Thomas and make a little money.

The next day, I was wearing a cute short bouncy little black skirt, with a very snug white cotton tank top. Underneath I wore a black bra and white cotton underwear. I curled my hair in big soft waves, smudged some black eyeliner around my eyes, and applied a soft pink lip gloss to my lips. I looked like I had just rolled out of bed. I was checking myself out in the full-length mirror in my room when I heard a knock at the door downstairs. This is it, I thought. This better work or we’re all in trouble. And I mean all. I checked the clock radio on my night stand. 8:00 on the dot. Who goes over to someone’s house at eight o’clock at night to “work on a car”? I mean, it was summer after all and the sun didn’t usually set around here until nine anyway.

I bounced down to the front door in my bare feet and opened it to see Mr. Thomas standing there carrying a tool box. “Ready to show me what’s wrong with the car?” Did I read this wrong? I thought that was a euphemism for having sex?

“Um, sure!” Sure, I can show my car that has literally nothing wrong with it and was a ploy to get you here.

“I’m kidding. I know there’s nothing wrong with your car. I just brought the tools with me in case one of your neighbors notices me coming over.”

The perv who thinks of everything. Gross. I wonder if he’s done this before? “How did you know?”

“Come on, Jamie, the laughing at my jokes, the sucker…you’re very good at sucking by the way.”

I chuckle nervously hoping I can go through with this and that the boys show up on time. I look past Mr. Thomas down the street to my left and then to my right. No one is outside so no one has seen him talking to me on my porch. He didn’t even park in front of my house.

“You gonna let me in, Jamie girl?”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry, Mr. Thomas.” I say as I move out of the way, he comes in, and sets his tool box down next to the door.

“Nice place. I don’t think I’ve been here before. Why don’t you give me a tour?”

This might not be my best plan. It feels like he’s done this before and I am beginning to feel outmatched. All I have to do is play nice until the boys get here at 8: 30 pm which will be—check the clock on the mantle – in exactly 26 minutes. I can small talk and whatever for 26 minutes. Heck, I talk all day, what’s 26 minutes?  

“Here’s the living room, which you are in,” I say sweeping my arm like Vanna White. “Over here is the dining room, the door to the kitchen, and a guest bathroom.” I put on my hostess thinking cap. “Would you like something to drink?” I say as I make my way to the liquor cabinet in the dining room. I don’t give him time to answer and just grab two cups from the shelf, open the first bottle of alcohol closest to me, and start pouring. I’m going to need this drink more than him to get through this.

“Here ya go.” I had him the drink and he smiles at me like he knows I’m nervous and the look in his eyes change a bit like me being scared turns him on or something. I should’ve had the boys already here hiding in the next room or something. I take a big gulp of the amber liquid as I walk back toward the living room. It burns a little going down but then a warmth hits my cheeks and I think I’m going to be okay.

“How about a tour upstairs?” He asks as he sets his drink on the dining room table. He didn’t even take a sip.

“Upstairs? Oh, that’s just bedrooms. And a bathroom. We could stay down here for a while, if you want.” I’m already standing at the foot of the stairs sort of blocking the way up when he begins to walk toward me.

“I think you would be much more comfortable upstairs. In your bedroom. Don’t you think? A little more private?” He’s standing right in front of me now and I’m frozen in place. I glance at the clock – 8:10. 20 more minutes before the boys get here. I’m not sure I can hold Mr. Thomas off. I thought we would sit and talk on the couch, maybe let him kiss me or feel me up or something right before the boys got here to make it look good but this guy isn’t wasting any time. Maybe I came on too strong too soon. Either way, my heart is pounding in my throat and for once I’m at a loss of what to say.

Mr. Thomas puts his hands on my shoulders then brushes them down my arms very gently. I’m frozen in place. He takes the cup out of my hand and puts it next to his on the table. He returns to me, takes my hand in his, and leads me up the stairs. “Which one is yours?” He asks softly. I really didn’t think this thing through. I raise my other arm pointing to the second door on the left. He leads me to it, opens the door, and ushers me in closing the door behind us. I’m trying not to panic but the boys won’t know we’re up here and it might take them awhile to figure it out. My clock radio says 8:12. Did time stop or something? Why is everything feel like it’s happening so fast but time is going so slow?

“You have a cool room.” He says as he sits on my bed. “Cozy. Come here.” He’s still holding my hand so he pulls me close to him, between his legs, and looks up at me. “You’re so pretty, Jamie, I like you. I like you very much.” He lets go of my hands and starts caressing my bare legs. My short skirt was a bad idea. I should’ve worn jeans. Very tight and hard to get off jeans.

“I like you, too, Mr. Thomas.”

“Do you like what I’m doing, Jamie?”

“Sure.”

“Tell me Jamie. Tell me how it feels. Come on.” He whispers as he caressing my legs. His breathing becomes shallow as he slowly works his hands up under my skirt and I feel his thumbs just inside my thighs. He gives me a squeeze and it takes my breath away. I can feel my body betray me as my underwear becomes a bit wet. He leans his face into my crotch and takes a deep breath. “You smell so good, Jamie.”

“Mr. Thomas…it’s my first time.” I whisper with a bit of a whimper. It isn’t but I thought it would buy me some time and I’m really started to freak out thinking this is going to go further than I planned. I’ve had sex with a couple of older guys before but that was for money and I never saw them again. This was different. This was Renee’s stepdad. What if he wanted more? Even worse, what if I liked it and wanted more? Where are Kevin and Jason? How much time is left? I check the clock on the nightstand. 8:16 pm. 14 minutes.

“Come on, Jamie. I know you’re not a virgin.” He slips his hands up my skirt and pulls down my underwear.

The rest happens like a blur in my mind. I remember him taking off his shirt and laying back on my bed to undo his pants and slip them off. I remember him getting centered on top of my bed and pulling me to get on top of him which I did. I hovered over him on my knees waiting for the boys to burst in but no one came. My body was betraying me. I wanted Mr. Thomas inside me. I could feel how hot and wet I was as he reached up to feel my breasts over my top. My heart pounded. His hands were on my hips and I felt a rush of adrenaline as he slowly eased me down onto him. He began rocking me back and forth so I reached out with my right arm to steady myself.

That’s when I felt the handle of the butcher knife I kept under my pillow in case of emergencies when my dad was out of town. As I rocked back and forth on top of Mr. Thomas, he started groaning in pleasure, and something clicked in my brain. I sat back, taking him in deep, and with both hands on the knife, I plunged it into Mr. Thomas’ chest.

He yelled out and pushed me off of him. I fell backward off the bed as he rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed. He grasped for air trying to call my name but I just sat there. Just then, Kevin and Jason came through the door.

“What the fuck, Jamie?! What the fuck?!” They said almost simultaneously.

Mr. Thomas was still alive and stood up to grab at Jason for help but they spun around and Jason pushed Mr. Thomas off causing him to topple the chair and fall back into the vanity mirror smashing it. Kevin grabbed me out of the way of Mr. Thomas who kept grabbing at us for help and trying to get a breath at the same time. After a 10 seconds or so, he just fumbled backward until he hit the wall and slumped down.

“It all happened so fast! I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what happened!” I cried. “He was inside me one minute and the next thing I knew I… I had the knife…”

“Jamie, he was inside you? The fuck? I thought you said you were just going to tease him a little. Jesus, fuck, Jamie!” Kevin said with an anger I hadn’t heard before.

“I’m sorry, Kevin.” I said as I started to cry. The adrenaline was pumping so hard through me I thought I would pass out. I slumped down to the floor and leaned against my bed. My underwear still crumpled on the floor where Mr. Thomas had dropped them. I think I may have killed someone tonight. I had to think.

After a minute of just standing there looking at everything in awe and fear of what to do next, Jason broke the silence. “Well, now what? Call 911? I mean, the guy’s still breathing? We can’t let him die.”

Think, Jamie, think. “I’ve got a plan.”

“Your plan is what got us into this mess!” Kevin hissed at me.

“I mean, I have a different plan.”

“Well, if it’s anything like this one, count me out.”

“It better be good Jamie. I don’t think we have much time.” Jason added.

We ended up driving Mr. Thomas’ car to the street next to the hospital and put him in the driver’s seat. Then called 911 to report an injured guy in a car. They got to him just in time. He ended up taking a job in another town a few months later. Renee stayed behind with her mom to finish high school. There were some rumors about what happened but no one suspected us. The three of us haven’t been the same since.