“Dexter, what on earth is going on?”
Vern was starting to panic. This all started out as a crazy attempt to extort money from Dexter for recovering his cell phone. When Dexter decided to give up the cell phone without paying Vern the thirty five dollars he wanted, Vern decided that his extortion attempt was a miserable failure, and decided to give the phone back to Dexter. Vern had hoped the picture of the naked butt he found on Dexter’s phone would have made the perfect blackmail setting, but Dexter told him that it was just an illusion created with both hands pressed together. Now, Dexter was pointing a gun at him. This was not the way Vern envisioned his day would go.
Dexter pressed the gun against Vern’s chest. “Listen carefully. I’m not going to hurt you. However, I need you to do something. It might sound weird, but it’s something I am into. Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”
Vern took a quick look around. They were alone in the alley and out of sight from the main street. Vern was not sure what Dexter wanted, but he knew that it could not be a good thing. He considered trying to escape, but the gun pressed against his chest took away all impulse to do so.
“Um, what do you have in mind?”
Dexter flashed an almost guilty grin. “I have a confession. You know that picture of a naked butt I said was just two hands pressed together?”
Vern groaned quietly. This did not sound good at all. “Uh, yeah. What about it?’
Dexter took out the cell phone and held it in front of Vern. “Well, I lied. That really was a naked butt. Yep. It was a picture of an actual naked butt. I collect them.”
Oh crap, thought Vern. This was not good. “What do you mean “collect?”
“Oh, you know what I mean. Take off your pants.”
Vern groaned again. “Oh no. C’mon man.”
Dexter waved his gun at Vern’s belt. “C’mon. Take them off. Be quick about it. I haven’t got all day.”
Vern stared at the gun for a second, and then decided that he had no choice. I guess this is what I get for trying to rip him off, he said to himself. Better make it quick and don’t think about it. Vern quickly took off his belt and slid down his pants. With a deep breath, he yanked down his boxers.
“Turn around. Face towards the wall.”
Vern did what he was told. He was wondering what horrible thing was going to happen next when he felt a cold hand on his shoulder pushing him several feet to his right.
“You’re in the shadow. Move over to the light. And, take off your shirt. It’s covering up your crack.”
Vern just sighed and pulled off shirt. When Dexter told him to spread his legs and lean against the wall, he was prepared for the worse. Instead, all he heard was the electronic click of a digital camera. He heard several clicks in succession. Finally, Vern couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Look, is there anything else? Are you going to … well, you know … rape me?”
Dexter stopped taking pictures for a second. “Huh? What do you think I am? Some sort of sicko?”