The Fright Factory

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- Chapter 1

- Chapter 2

- Chapter 3

The Fright Factory

by

William R. Potter

Published by William R. Potter

Copyright © 2011 by William R. Potter

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Chapter 1

Wesley Tate’s hands were trembling slightly and he noticed his heart rate had begun to gallop again. He took a long swallow of red wine and then re-filled his glass, drank it down and filled it again before downing it once more.

Lately he had felt more fatigued than normal and much older than his 42 years. He and his wife Robin had begun to argue more and make love less, and recently he had suffered through occasional equipment failure.

Brandi was younger than his son and she had a body that quite easily excited him. He refilled the glasses of wine and then eased into the hot tub. Brandi stepped out of the bathroom in Robin’s robe with a smile that made him shiver and get erect. She looked into his eyes and slowly allowed the robe to slip to the floor.

Oh my God! Beautiful breasts and luscious curves from her neck all the way to her painted toes. He wanted to look away to be polite but could not move his eyes from her body.

Brandi glided into the water and moved toward him. The smile was something he had only seen in porn movies…wicked, stunning, and sexy. She moved closer and quickly began kissing him with an open mouth and a wandering tongue.

“Hey!” Robin said in a stern voice.

Wesley jolted, separating from Brandi.

“I believe that is my husband you’re frenching,” Robin said as she dropped her towel and quickly slid into the bubbling water.

“Mmm, you’ll just have to wait your turn,” Brandi said with a giggle. She turned Wesley’s face away from Robin and continued kissing his lips and gently stroking his erection.

“I don’t think so,” Robin said as she moved closer and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him deeper and with more passion than he had felt from her in years.

Brandi was stroking him harder as Robin’s urgent kissing increased. This type of thing never happened to him, ever. And the fact Robin was into it was shocking to say the least. The women paused for a second to look into each other’s eyes. Then Brandi eased closer to Robin and kissed her gently on the lips, and then paused to look into Robin’s eyes again as if looking for a sign to continue or to stop.

Seconds later they were making out like two teenagers on prom night. Brandi’s hands were on Robin’s breasts and Robin moaned softly when Brandi began to lick and kiss the older woman’s nipples.

All their attention was on each other and Wesley couldn’t believe this was the same woman he had lived with for over twenty years. She had never expressed any interest in being with a woman and yet appeared to be enjoying every second she spent kissing and touching Brandi. Wesley’s excitement increased as he wondered how far the pair would go.

Brandi motioned for Robin to step out of the tub and to lie down on the tub edge just out of the water. She didn’t hesitate to kiss up Robin’s legs and inner thighs. After a few seconds of teasing around Robin’s pubic area with her tongue and lips, she went straight for her clit.

Oh my God! Wesley moved to his left in order to get a better view. Brandi motioned him to move closer and to lie next to Robin. She took turns licking and caressing them both until Wesley was sure he would finish in a few seconds.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Brandi whispered. She moved away from Robin and stood over Wesley. She moved onto his crotch and guided him into her.

She began to thrust slowly and Wesley looked up at her smooth, perfect body. He gazed in amazement from the spot where his abdomen ended and hers began, up past her full breasts to her wicked grin. She reached for Robin and pulled her close for long kisses. He held on for as long as he could and began to think of how Brandi had ended up joining him and Robin at the cabin.

* * *

An Hour Earlier

Robin Tate would admit that in the month since her daughter had left for university she had often wondered if her marriage to Wesley would survive the transition from busy parents to empty nesters. There were countless books available to help parents deal with suddenly not having a family to care for but she hadn’t bought any. A few tense weeks had become a few stressed months until Wesley had noticed her need to do something different, something exciting.

When he first mentioned the cottage on the lake weekend getaway she was skeptical. She wasn’t much for the outdoors. She was more interested in a quick trip to Vegas or even Reno. However, cabin #27 of the Loon Lake Resort was hardly roughing it. The bungalow was made of logs; the walls were coated in a shiny clear urethane and glistened like diamonds in the glow from the fireplace. Shadows danced on the walls in the flicker of candlelight. Outside, a nasty storm with heavy rain and gusting wind reminded all the last days of winter were still with them.

With it being two weekends before spring break, the other cabins along the lake were still locked and boarded for winter and they were the only people at the resort. The first evening was set aside for relaxing after the five hour drive. For the next afternoon, Wesley had planned a seven mile hike described as “moderately difficult” to a natural hot springs. The spot was secluded and she looked forward to a soak in the naturally heated pools and perhaps doing something a little naughty. Hopefully his equipment would cooperate.

Wesley had packed and then cooked a fine dinner. A few glasses of wine and some mildly erotic conversation had set the tone for some much needed romance.

Wesley was adding more wood to the fireplace and Robin wanted her overnight bag from the car. She was irritated that Wesley had only brought in her suitcase and not the bag. She was already down to her panties and an oversized t-shirt and pulled on her boots, a long coat, and grabbed her umbrella for the run out to the car. Her bare legs immediately chilled in the cool air and wind forced rain into her face. She was soaked in seconds.

In the trunk of the car Robin noticed Wesley had packed two full cases of wine, two dozen bottles. She shook her head wondering what he had in mind with so much alcohol for a four day trip.

Robin heard footsteps behind her and she spun on her heals expecting to see the resort caretaker, Ben Hogan. Despite the low light of the evening she instantly knew it was not Hogan as he was a tiny man shorter and thinner than Robin’s 5’7”. For some reason she felt nervous and quickly turned for the cabin door and increased her pace until she heard a woman’s voice.

“Excuse me!” The voice sounded young, perhaps a girl in her twenties. “Hello?”

“Hi. Is everything okay?” Robin asked, still wanting to sprint for the cabin. Wind tugged her umbrella and sent a shiver.

“I blew a tire in my car and drove off the road about three miles back.”

Robin first saw the woman’s face when a strike of lightning lit up the parking area. She was beautiful despite a long scar on her left cheek that looked like a knife slash.

“Oh, my gosh! Are you okay?”

“Yes, I think so. The steering pulled like crazy and I lost control. The airbag knocked me pretty good.”

“Do you have a cabin booked?”

“No, I was hoping to rent one without a reservation but the office is closed.”

She wore a sleeveless see-through top, jeans and flip-flops. “You look about to freeze. Come in and warm up,” Robin said.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose…can I just use the phone?”

“The only phone is in the office,” Robin said and turned for the cabin.

“There’s no phone in your cabin?”

“No, and the cell phone reception is either lousy or none at all.”

“I’ll just head back to my car then. It’s okay.”

A brilliant strike of lightning lit up the area when it struck a flag pole and a deafening boom of thunder startled both women.

“Don’t be silly. You’ll get hit by lightning….”

“…Brandi.”

“Hi, Brandi. I’m Robin. Let’s get out of this storm.”

Robin felt a strange sensation someone else was nearby, perhaps watching them. She glanced around for a few seconds and could hear Brandi’s teeth chatter with a chill.

The young woman followed Robin up the stairs and then moved past her when Robin held the door. Brandi took her back pack off her shoulder and carefully set it near the entrance.

“Wesley, we have company,” Robin said, hoping her husband was decent. She handed Brandi a towel.

Robin introduced Brandi to Wesley and then described the car situation. She watched Wesley appraising Brandi as she dabbed her face and dried her arms. Her soaked blouse clung to her body as if it was painted on.

“My robe is in the bathroom,” Robin said. “Why don’t you get out of your wet clothes and I’ll see to hanging them at the fireplace to dry.”

Brandi paused for a second at the bottle of wine on the table near the fire. “Oh, you two have a romantic evening planned and I’m here ruining it.”

“It’s okay,” Wesley said. “It’s too cold out for you to go back to your car.”

“That’s right. Ben the caretaker will be in around ten tomorrow morning and you can call a tow truck or whatever you need.” Robin smiled. “The couch there pulls out to a queen-sized bed.”

“You guys are awesome,” Brandi said. She set her purse on a reading table and adjusted it as it started to slip. She smiled at Robin and then turned and walked for the bathroom.

“Do you want tea or anything to eat?” Wesley asked.

“Hmm, a glass of that nice looking red would be great.”

Robin found another wine glass and brought it to Wesley to fill. They exchanged glances.

“Well, this is different,” Wesley said.

“Yes, and stop looking at her boobs.”

“I wasn’t!” His face reddened.

“Why not? They’re perfect.” Robin hated how her breasts had sagged in the last few years. Breast feeding two babies each for a year and then another twenty years of gravity had not been kind to them. The weight she had recently gained had stationed itself on her butt, thighs, and middle and had ignored her cup size. She wondered if this aging was partly the reason for Wesley’s recent penile dysfunction. “Do you think she’s pretty?”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Bullshit.”

“That’s a foul mouth you have.”

“You should see what I can do with it,” she smiled.

“I think I remember a few things.”

“Might have to give you a rain check on that,” she nodded toward the bathroom.

“But it’s raining right now.”

“Does that hot tub work?” Brandi called from the bathroom.

“Uh-huh!” Robin answered.

“Cause I’d love a soak.”

“Well, you heard her. Turn up the heat and let’s have a little more wine first,” Robin said.

Brandi walked from the bathroom in Robin’s robe and took a long swallow of wine. She made small talk, asking about Wesley’s and Robin’s work.

“We own a restaurant on Granville Street. It took up almost all our time until lately,” Wesley said.

“Did you sell it?” Brandi asked.

“No, I promoted the head waiter to manager and now he takes more of my evening shifts.”

“Not that we need more time now that both kids are out of the house,” Robin said.

“Your kids are out of the house? But you are both so young.”

“We had an early start,” Robin said.

“You met in college?”

“No, in high school.”

“Oh, that’s so cool. High school sweethearts?”

“Mmm, something like that,” Wesley said.

“More like you knocked me up and we made it work,” Robin said.

After several seconds of silence, Robin began to laugh.

“Jesus, Wes…you should have seen your face.” She stood quickly and grimaced when she felt a stab of pain in her back.

“Your back again?” Wesley asked.

“Yeah, all of a sudden.”

“Oh, you have back pain?” Brandi asked.

“Yes, during the snow I slipped in the ice on the front stairs at home and cracked a vertebrae.”

“Oh my. Maybe I can help. I give great massages,” Brandi said.

“I’m going take a few pain killers and maybe a bit more wine and see how I feel.”

“The hot tub is about ready so maybe that will help,” Wesley said as he dried his hands.

“Perfect. Get your tummy on this couch for a massage and then let’s get wet,” Brandi said with a wicked smile.

“Sounds like a plan,” Wesley added with a tone of excitement.

“You just want to get me and Brandi in that tub, Wes.” Robin grinned as she watched Wesley’s face grow bright red.

“Uh, huh, guilty as charged.”

“You two ever have a threesome?” Brandi asked.

There were a few seconds of silence while Wes appeared to choke on his wine and then Robin replied no. She glanced at Brandi and then back to Wesley.

“Robin’s experience is a bit limited,” Wesley said.

Robin glared at him and shook her head slightly. Wesley was her first and only and he occasionally teased her about the fact.

“I see,” Brandi said. She took a long mouthful of wine and then rolled the dregs of the liquid around in her glass. “This wine has quite a kick. What did you do, spike it with vodka?”

“I make it myself,” Wesley said. “The alcohol content of this batch is almost triple store bought levels.”

“Jesus, Wes, I could get really fucked up on this stuff,” Brandi said giggling. “Oops, excuse my French.”

There was a loud crack from outside and an intense flash of white light. At roughly the same time, the lights in the kitchen and bathroom winked out, the music stopped, and the hot tub pump motor whined as it quit.

“Power’s out,” Wesley said.

“No shit, Wes,” Brandi said.

“What was your first fuckin’ clue?” Robin added.

“Do your mothers know you use such language? I should wash both your mouths out with soap,” he said with a smile.

“If you think that’s dirty you should see—” Brandi said.

“I think something is on fire out there,” Wesley said as he stood and walked for the window. “I see a glow out by the power pole.”

Wesley put on his boots and hat and went out the front door to inspect the situation. “It’s pouring out there. How bad could it be?” Robin asked.

“I’m sure it will go out on its own,” Brandi said. She pointed sternly to the couch. “Lie down and let me see what I can do.”

Robin did as instructed. She watched as Brandi fumbled in her purse for a few seconds.

Brandi set down her purse and then smiled as she moved to attend to Robin. “Thought I might have some oil to rub in but nope. I’ll just have to use my fingers.”

In seconds Robin’s pain had all but vanished. Brandi did not exaggerate; she was a skilled masseuse. Her strong fingers did wonders across Robin’s shoulder and down her spine. She used a gentle touch over the buttocks and down the inside of Robin’s thighs. She traced the gap behind the knees and spent a few minutes on Robin’s toes.

“My god, that is amazing,” Robin sighed. “Can you teach Wes to do that?”

“Doubt it.” She moved her hands up the legs and glided them over Robin’s bum and up the small of her back and then down again. After tracing another short line down the inner thigh, she slipped a finger under Robin's panties and gently circled an area that previously had only been visited by Wesley.

Robin could not believe how good Brandi’s slowly increasing movements felt. Part of her knew she should push Brandi’s hands away but it was far too exciting to stop. Instead, she slowly spread her legs as she let her mind wander away. The sensation was building as she began to speculate when Wes would return. She was getting close to climaxing when she heard his boots on the front stairs. Immediately, she closed her legs and swung around to sit up.

“Lightning hit the transformer,” Wesley said as he entered the cabin. “Fire’s out so it’s okay.” He paused to look at Robin and Brandi. “Why do you two look like I just caught you stealing?”

“What do you mean?” Brandi asked.

“Are we going to soak before the water cools or what?” Robin asked.

“I’ll open more wine,” Wesley said.

“I’ll light a few candles,” Robin said.

“I need to pee this goddamn wine out of me….” Brandi said and then began to laugh.

“Brandi, the bad ass poet,” Wesley said, laughing.

* * *

Wesley moaned he was going to finish. Robin motioned for Brandi to move off of her husband. She took her place on top of Wesley and began to move with a passion and pace he had not seen in years. Perhaps it was the wine or the excitement of being with a stranger, but Wesley couldn’t remember the last time his wife was this enthusiastic about sex. She wasn’t about to be outdone by this young woman. She knew her man and his preferences and she smiled down at him like she was in control.

“Okay, Robin, you’ve been screwing him for twenty years; now it’s my turn.” Robin slowly moved off to Wesley’s side.

Brandi went down on all fours and put her ass in the air. “Come on, Wes baby, show me what you got.”

Wesley met Robin’s eyes and she nodded slightly. “You’re next,” he whispered.

This had to be some crazy wine-fuelled dream and he would soon wake up and roll over and make love to his wife. He took his position kneeling behind Brandi as she reached under her tummy to guide him inside her. The view from behind her was as incredible as the one he had enjoyed from below her at the tub deck. He held her at her hips and began to move. She motioned Robin to move to her side and the two replayed the deep kissing scene from a few minutes earlier. The moment was far too intense and he could only manage a few thrusts before he shuddered.

A booming crash at the front door startled him but he did not push away from Brandi. Through the shattered door bolted a man with wild bloodshot eyes, long greasy hair, and an intense, crazy stare that sent shivers through Wesley. The man charged toward them with something in his hands that looked like a club or bat.

“What the fuck are you doing to my wife!” the man bellowed. “YOU ARE DEAD!”

The man bolted toward Wesley, crashing through the glass coffee table and kicking over chairs. Wesley started to stand and as he did he instinctively put his hands up to protect his face. It wasn’t enough. The man swung the bat as he moved forward and struck a homerun shot to the back of Wesley’s head. Wesley’s vision flared red and then sparkled with bright light. Robin screamed and then Wesley’s feet gave up….

Chapter 2

Three Days Earlier

Robin carried a stack of mail in both hands and walked for the kitchen from the front door. She slumped in a chair and glanced around the kitchen. The refrigerator was free of artwork and school reminders. The pantry shelves housed healthy cereals instead of the sugar-blasted favorites of her children. There were no more backpacks hanging or rubber boots cluttering the floor. The house was empty of all that. Worst of all, it was so quiet. No more shouting or giggling or heavy feet on floors or sibling rivalry to referee.

Monica was now living with friends near campus and would start law school in two months. Jordan was already practicing at a small firm in Alberta. Robin would never have believed she and Wes would produce two lawyers.

She thumbed through the mail and found one from the Visa Company that Wesley used for business. The envelope said Urgent Matter in bright red lettering. She quickly tore open and glanced at the letter. The account was three months overdue with a huge balance and a minimum payment over $2500.

“What the hell?” She found the monthly statement that concurred with the letter. She had received at least three calls from the company but they wouldn’t share any info with her and only asked Robin to relay a message to the cardholder to call a 1-800 number. Apparently, Wesley had not taken care of this.

She instantly began to worry as Wesley was meticulous about paying bills on time, especially where the restaurant was concerned. She knew he was the kind of man who would not want to burden her with the stress of a financial problem and would soldier on for months on his own.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and thought over how best to present her findings to Wesley. She knew this could come across like she was accusing him of hiding something. God knows what he might read into it if she had the wrong tone or body language. It could touch off a huge fight which would be unfortunate if this was just some computer glitch at the bank.

If the business was failing, then Wesley would be stressed to the limit. She wanted to help, not cause more anxiety. She added a splash of cream to her coffee and then walked toward Wesley’s study. She quietly stepped through the door and set the mug down in front of him.

He startled and then smiled at her. “Awesome, babe. Just what I need.”

Wesley had numerous job applications spread out on his desk. She knew he was looking to hire a new line cook and at least two part-time waitresses. “How’s the search going?”

“Hmm, not so good. I think we need to pay a little higher wage to attract apps from more qualified people. But, with Sergio now making manager salary and the new seafood menu, it’s pretty tight.”

“The mail came and this one had Urgent Matter on the front so I opened it,” she said as she studied his response. “It’s the company Gold card.”

“Oh, yeah…um that one is a bit behind,” Wesley said, looking more than a little embarrassed.

“Is everything okay?” She looked into his eyes.

“The online banking went weird again. None of the payments went through last month. I dunno. I’ll call them again.”

“Okay, but it hasn’t been paid since before Christmas. It’s way behind.”

“I said I’ll call them,” Wesley said. His smile and tone hardened to a concerned frown.

“Okay, but why is the balance so high? You normally pay it off each month so there are no interest charges.”

“What are you asking?”

“I don’t know—I guess I’m asking if the business is in trouble?” Her tone had changed from friendly as well. She knew this was going to get hot.

“What the fuck do you think is going on? Business is slower than normal for this time of year. I overspent on developing the new menu, I pay Sergio too damn much, and we went overboard on the fucking company Christmas party. You were the one who wanted to treat the staff this year!”

“Okay, but you don’t need to swear at me. We’ll sort it out.”

“We—what the fuck are we gonna do?” Wesley threw his hands up in the air.

“What the fuck does that mean, Wes?” She turned from him and then turned to face him again. Her thoughts were racing.

“It means that you live in la-la land, Robin. Talking on the phone to your friends on the board, Facebooking with Monica, and meanwhile I’m running a business with two dozen employees and a fucking leak in the roof,” he said with a voice growing louder by the second. “All I ever hear from you is we never do anything or go anywhere. You need a vacation from what, doing sweet F-A every day?”

“You know damn well I quit because of my back.”

“Yes, your back. Your back seemed pretty good to go in that 10 K run last week…”

“Fine, Wes, and you know damn well I walked more than half that run. I’ll quit my charity work and I’ll come back to work at the restaurant. Don’t hire any new waitresses…in fact, you can let Liz go. Marcy had lunch the other day and said that Liz gave her lousy service and I know she has a bad attitude.”

“You’d do all that?” Wesley sighed. “Quit the board and come back to wait tables?”

Robin was on the Board of Directors of a non-profit society which raised funds for children’s charities including Make a Wish.

“Of, course,” she said, forcing a smile.

“Okay, this will really free up some cash. Thank you,” Wesley said in a near whisper.

“So is there anything I need to do to get hired, Mr. Tate?” Robin pulled Wesley in close for a kiss.

“Hmm, I’m sure I can think of something,” he said as he glanced at his papers. “But it will need to wait ‘til later. I’ve gotta clear this paper and write up a separation sheet for Liz.”

Robin wanted to let things go to call a truce at the very least. She wanted to walk away and let Wesley finish what he was doing. However, her thoughts would not cease. “How bad is it, Wes? I mean, is this why we didn’t go to Maui last year?”

“No, that’s not why we didn’t go to Hawaii. I just really have no interest in going to that tourist trap,” he said with his fake grin that irritated her so much.

“So you let me think we were going and then just never followed through because it just isn’t your thing?”

“Not quite like that.” He shook his head.

“Then like what?”

“I want to travel with you but somewhere that isn’t so trendy and fake, like over there. Somewhere different and special with a bit of adventure, you know?” He sounded sincere to Robin.

“Like where?”

Wesley opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a brochure and handed it to her. “This place sounds great. We can look at the website too. Log cabins, hiking, swimming, well, the lake’s bit cold right now but there is a hot tub in every cabin and it’s secluded and quiet. Remember when we used to do stuff like this when the kids were small? But this would just be us and a few glasses of wine….”

“Loon Lake Resort? Where is that, babe?” She had to admit a few days away at a lake resort might just be what their marriage needed to get back on track. Neither of them placed much faith in counseling. Nevertheless, she had really worried at times about their relationship. The constant bickering and lack of intimacy was taking its toll. “Okay, punch it up and show me.”

“Look, a natural hot springs, no TV, no phone—you’ll love it.”

Chapter 3

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