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Bad Karma - Part 6 - A Bad Business All Round Jasmine admired her reflection in the mirror and then spritzed some perfume on her neck on both sides. She was nearly ready for her date with her husband whom she'd just heard had returned to the house downstairs. Having seen her substitute daughter off to the Prom, she'd had the house to herself to get herself all dolled up. It had been a veritable orgy of modelling all the different dresses that the real Jasmine had in her wardrobe for the past few hours, and she had finally settled on a coral pink 'A' line dress with matching heels. Jasmine had located a matching coral coloured handbag in the wardrobe and spent time transferring all her things into it from her black day bag, a necessary evil but handy as Jasmine could spend time familiarising herself with its contents. Although she had briefly met her husband last night, this would be the real first test of her interaction. She had added a little vial of lubricant to her bag in preparation for the fun activities that she was anticipating after the meal itself. She picked up her coat from the hook on the back of the door and donned it as she walked down the stairs. "Hello honey," she called out to Marcus. She heard an noncommittal grunt from the dining room. Not the greeting that she was hoping for. She waltzed into the room, opening the dividing doors dramatically. "Do I pass?" she asked him giving him a twirl in her dress. The twirl perhaps wasn't too wise with the tight restrictive corset under his bodysuit, but Oscar liked the effect of having Jasmine's dress flare out. Marcus was sat on one of the chairs at the table looking over some paperwork which he rapidly hid under a folder. More secret work that he didn't want her to know about. Fine! "You look radiant as usual my dear," Marcus replied. Jasmine was satisfied with the compliment, but she would have preferred ravishing, with the intent that he would ravish her later. "Are you ready to go? We don't want to be late. The table is booked for 8pm," Jasmine prompted him. "Yes, I'm just finishing up my dear. I'm sure that Alfonse will hold the table for us a while longer," Marcus said smoothly. Jasmine made a mental note of the ma?tre-d's name. It seemed like that they were on good terms with the man and she needed to know how the real Jasmine would treat him if she were to pull this off. Whilst she had prepared as much as she could for the role, there would always be things that she didn't know. "Yes, he's a sweetie like that," she replied absently. "I'll go and wait in the car." Jasmine turned on her heel and strutted out through the lounge to the hallway where she did one last check in the mirror before heading out to Marcus' Range Rover which she unlocked and carefully got into the passenger seat. ******** Dean Sanderson had finished his lessons some time ago earlier in the afternoon and was now anxiously awaiting the arrival of his partner in crime in the Nag's Head pub. He supped on his non-alcoholic lager and surveyed the room until he spotted the woman he was expecting come through the door, anxiously looking around until she spotted him and came over. "How'd it go?" he asked her as she sat next to him. "Piece of cake. He's putty in my hands," Meredith Earnshaw replied to him. Dean stiffened. "I don't like you being with him like that Merry. I know that you have to for the plan to work, but I want you all to myself. Waiting for six months is really going to be hell for me whilst he bonks you. I don't want you shilly-shallying with wedding plans either." He saw Meredith's face harden. "Look Dean, I had to endure you having sex with that horrible Jasmine woman too, so its been the same for me. Don't you think I hated that you were being with her rather than me? It won't be long until we can be together and then we'll be rich." Thoughts of all the money that they'd have quelled his irritation a little but it still rankled that she was having sex with Marcus Goodridge. "I suppose that you're right Merry. I loved you when we were at school together. I should never have let you go off with that Donald Trent. He was a no good conniving bastard, just like this Marcus Goodridge is. He used you and abused you and I'm glad that you finally saw sense and left him," Dean still had bitter memories of his schooldays. He was a fit an athletic young boy; under 18's county tennis champion and a potential tennis prot?g?e but he lacked the wit and charm to get the girl he'd always wanted. Until now that is. His career in Tennis had not gone the way he'd wanted it to go, with injury after injury preventing him from ever really shining on the big stage, so he'd been forced to branch out into giving tennis lessons to the wealthy and talented. He'd met Merry again quite by chance in the Supermarket some 8 months ago and now that he was older his confidence and experience with women had grown. She'd changed as well, now a busy working woman, after she'd finally got rid of that loser Donald Trent. She'd confessed that it had taken her a long time to see that he was a user and abuser. Sometimes women didn't see the bastards for exactly who they were deep down and just let them carry on with the abuse. Once they had the money, Dean planned to ensure that he treated Meredith properly, showing her that men really could be good. "I never saw him for what he was until the end when he showed his true colours. The bruises have faded, but the memory hasn't," Meredith told him. Dean wanted to hold her in his arms then and tell her that everything would be alright, but he couldn't really well do that in the pub. He didn't want to make a scene or attract attention to them. "That's alright Merry. Takers like Don and this Marcus deserve all that they get coming to them," Her secret was safe with him. After all he was an accomplice in helping her bury the body, but since it had been 8 months and no one had even reported Donald missing let alone come to question them he felt that they were safe. He was just amazed that she found the strength and willpower to fight back against him. That she accidently killed him in the process was not going to concern him. Don deserved all he got and soon so would Marcus Goodridge. ********** The real Jasmine Goodridge was fuming. She needed a plan to escape, yet she had already tried everything that she could think of. She was not strong enough to get through the door even if she wasn't tied to a chair. Lauren lay still sleeping on the ground of the Panic Room, and she desperately hoped that her daughter would wake soon so that she didn't wet herself and could use the toilet in the little compartment in the room. She had been wracking her brains to try and work out just who the woman was who was rather successfully impersonating her. The monitor showing views within the house had confirmed that both her impersonator and the person who was impersonating her daughter were both quite good at it. There were some women at the club who she'd had a few disagreements with. Jennifer Gardner was one, but she was independently wealthy and she'd have no reason to impersonate her. Besides, she had no children and thus there was still the conundrum of who the fake Lauren was. Jasmine decided that it probably wasn't Jennifer therefore and decided to try and work out what their motive was for replacing them. If they were going to rob the family then they could have just locked them up and taken their stuff, so that was an unlikely reason for all of this. They had gone to considerable trouble to replace them both therefore had to have some reason. Jasmine wondered if someone had got wind of her business and knew that she was heading for a massive success story. Without her understanding of the business though she knew that they would fail. She'd watched as both the fake Lauren and her own duplicate had readied themselves for their relative events that evening. Her impersonator was really quite good she conceded and even Marcus the big dope hadn't worked out she was a fake, but the girl impersonating Lauren had her flaws. Perhaps when Marcus met her tomorrow after the ball he would smell a rat. With the departure of the fake Jasmine with her husband, Jasmine knew that she had time now to try and escape if only she could work out how. Below her feet Lauren began to stir. "Lauren wake up." Jasmine gave her daughter a little kick. "Ow. I'm sleepy but this bed is hard mum," Lauren said without opening her eyes. "It's not a bed. It's the floor dear. Wake up, we're in trouble," Jasmine told Lauren. "Why am I on the floor? Did I faint? I have to go to the Ball!" Lauren seemingly started remembering as she opened her eyes. "You were knocked out by an imposter. There's two of them in our house now pretending to be us. Help untie me Lauren," Jasmine ordered her daughter. Slowly Lauren blinked her eyes and tried to shake off the drug in her system. Once she'd worked out how her mother was tied she helped Jasmine out of her ropes. Jasmine headed straight to the toilet to relieve herself. "Thank you dear. What can you tell me about the girl who replaced you?" "Err, she looks just like me," Lauren ventured as she rubbed her temples. Jasmine always knew that Lauren was not the smartest young woman, but she expected a little more than that from her daughter. "No silly, anything else that could give away who it is," Jasmine said sweetly as she finished on the loo. "She said that she was going to go to the ball and told me to think about all my sins. I don't have any sins mother," Lauren protested. Jasmine decided not to comment on the last bit, but it certainly gave her a clue. "So these two imposters are something to do with you. Who have you managed to seriously annoy recently Lauren?" Jasmine demanded whilst she tested her weight against the door. "Well that bitch Fiona is trying to take over the posse," Lauren told her. Jasmine considered the new information that her daughter had provided. If Fiona, who'd known Lauren all her life had wanted to go to the Ball then she would go as herself. Also if she was already taking over Lauren's little posse of friends, why would she want to pretend to be her. None of that made any sense. "Help me try the door," Jasmine ordered her daughter. It had to be someone else who had a grudge against them, but why would they want to replace her and her daughter? She had a thought as they failed to shift the heavy door. "What about that teacher that you had trouble with last year? Did he have a girlfriend or a daughter who might want revenge on you?" Jasmine asked. "That pervert? No, not as far as I know. What woman would want that runty little shrimp anyway?" Lauren sounded surprised at her thought. "Well I guess he might have a relative or something," Jasmine was grasping at straws now and was not happy at their failure to shift the door. She thought about complaining that Lauren wasn't doing enough to help, but reluctantly she decided not to on the basis that she was probably still weak from the drug that they gave her. In the end she decided that they would have to form a plan to overpower their captures when they came back to open the door, but that could be some while yet. ********** Jasmine sat in the passenger seat of Marcus' Range Rover, patiently waiting for her husband to arrive. She spent some of the time checking her reflection out in the mirror under the sun visor to ensure that the mask was perfectly fitted and that her makeup was as good as it could be. Eventually her husband locked up the house and got into the driver's seat next to her. Her perfume wafted across the car and Jasmine could see that Marcus had got a good lungful of the subtle scent as he started the engine. She noticed with satisfaction the slight smile on his lips. "You've had a busy week, so you need to relax tonight. I have a surprise or two for you later,.nderneath her coral dress. Men loved stockings and suspenders and although they were fiddly to put on, Jasmine knew that they would get the blood pumping in all the right areas. "I have a surprise for you too," Marcus replied and this got Jasmine wondering just what it could be. Perhaps he'd brought her some perfume or Jewellery back from his trip? "Oh well I'll look forward to that." Jasmine knew that she needed to keep Marcus sweet whilst her secret plans were bearing fruit. Not that she had a problem with letting Marcus have his way with her, indeed Oscar the man in the disguise was bisexual and enjoyed a good romp with another guy. They drove on and arrived at the restaurant only ten minutes later than planned. As expected Alfonse had kept their table for them and even took Jasmine's coat for her and held the seat as she smoothed her dress down and sat down. The restaurant itself was a high class affair, certainly much better quality than anything the fake Jasmine had ever had before. The array of cutlery in front on her was quite worrying though. She really didn't want to be shown up as a fraud because she got her dessert spoon mixed up with the soup spoon or vice versa. The waiter came around and delivered them their menus and Marcus ordered a bottle of posh sounding red wine for the two of them. Jasmine looked at the menu and was horrified to discover that it was all in French. A small sense of panic set in. Not only could she be given away due to mistakes with the cutlery, but also her lack of knowledge of French might give her away as well. Oscar had no idea whether Jasmine could read or speak French or not as he hadn't come across it during his research. Jasmine sat worrying about it behind her menu, racking her brain. Then suddenly as the waiter approached to take her order, she came up with a wild idea. "I'll have the usual please." She smiled at the waiter hoping that he wasn't someone new who didn't know them. "Oh course Madam. An excellent choice if I may say so." The waiter beamed back at her. "You really should try something different occasionally," Marcus chided her. So much for the support of her loving husband. "I know what I like in life," Jasmine replied to him. She really needed to get things back to a friendlier basis so she changed tack. "I thought that tomorrow we could all go out for the day together, you know celebrate Lauren's leaving school soon. She'll need to think about where she's going to next." "You think Lauren should go to college?" Marcus raised an eyebrow. "I think she's brighter than she makes out at times," Jasmine replied. It was certainly truer now than it had ever been in the past. "Don't get me wrong, I love our daughter, but I don't see her as the entrepreneurial type. I think that she inherited that from you. No, she would be better off finding a rich young man to keep her in the luxury I have afforded her," A dig, and not a subtle one at that. Why was Marcus being mean? Lauren should have more to her life than just being someone's trophy wife! "Lauren can do better than that. I want her to achieve something with her life, just like I want to succeed in business," Jasmine replied. Marcus laughed at that, causing Jasmine to frown. "Women weren't designed to get involved in the cut and thrust of hard business. Your failed exploits only go to show that. I've indulged them, but let's face it you've hardly set the world alight with them. What's your latest nonsense?" Marcus asked. Jasmine fumed. What a sexist pig her new husband was. Why on earth did the real Jasmine put up with this out of date sexist crap? "My latest venture is in Jewellery and it's going to be a success," Jasmine replied. Marcus snorted. This really was not going well and he was becoming more and more obnoxious by the minute. "Well I'll let you have your own little fantasy, but don't expect me to bail you out this time like I did in the past," Marcus informed her. "I won't need it," Jasmine replied haughtily. "It's going to be different this time. I'm so much more experienced; indeed you could say that I'm a whole new person now," That was a little too close to the truth, but the fake Jasmine really didn't like her husband's attitude. The waiter brought the first course. It seemed that she had a green looking soup as her first course and she guessed it was Pea Soup. Jasmine picked up the largest looking spoon and confirmed this was the case. "You look the same to me," Jasmine was pleased that Marcus couldn't tell the difference from the real one, but she really needed to steer the conversation round to more pleasant things, especially if they were going to get comfortable later. "I'm glad you think so. It's so nice for a lady to hear that the years are not showing," Jasmine smiled back at Marcus as he tucked into his prawns. ********** Marcus had been itching to spring his surprise on his errant wife all meal, but he'd decided to wait until they were about to leave the restaurant before doing so. She'd been remarkably reasonable given the fact that he'd been needling her all throughout the meal. He was still irked that she'd betrayed him, even though he was himself having an affair. It was different for men. A wife should be faithful. The waiter completed the transaction for the meal and took the card reader away with him. Marcus decided that the time to act was now. "My dear, you remember I told you that I have a surprise for you. Well, I'm going to give it to you now," Marcus reached into his jacket pocket and took out the papers he had signed earlier. He saw the look of expectant joy on his wife's face and inwardly smiled as he passed her the papers. "What's the surprise?" she asked unfolding the document. "That's the last meal you'll ever get from me. Those are divorce papers my treacherous two timing betraying wife. I know all about your little tryst with your tennis coach. I have the whole thing recorded in horrific detail on a video. How could you do that on our marital bed Jasmine? If you remember the prenuptial agreement that we signed my dear, you'll recall that you are entitled to nothing if you are unfaithful to me, and that Jasmine is exactly what you're going to get," Marcus held a smug grin for a moment as he looked at the shocked expression on his wife's face. He got up from his seat and turned for one final comment before he left. "Now I'm afraid that you'll have to make your own way back. You can stay in the house for now, though once the judge declares in my favour you'll need to find somewhere else to live," Marcus felt really good delivering that final blow. With his top lawyer on his side he knew that Jasmine, who only had debts of her own wouldn't be able to put up with any sort of a legal fight against him. ********** Lauren had no idea how long she had been unconscious as she came around tied up to one of the plastic school chairs with some course plastic rope. It took her awhile for her vision to clear sufficiently to be able to see that she was in one of the loft rooms in the top of the school that was used to store old broken equipment. In front of her out of arm's reach was a camera set up facing her. She tried the rope to see if she could get it loose and slip the knots to no avail. Beneath her lovely frock she could feel the each leg was well tied to each chair leg in such a way that she couldn't slip the rope down. When she tried to lift the chair, she found that it had somehow been welded to the floor. The boys had obviously wanted to ensure that she could not get away, but the question was what were they going to do with her? They had not done anything to touch her intimate areas that she could tell and the camera said that they had other plans here. There was the rhythmic thump of a beat down below so Lauren figured that the ball was still going on and that the DJ had started playing the records and the dancing had started. She couldn't have been unconscious for too long it seemed and perhaps there was still a chance that she could turn things around. She wondered where the two boys had got to. Had they left her there whilst they attended the ball below? Suddenly a screen sign lit up and flashed on and off in front of her which answered her question. CONFESS YOUR SINS That instantly brought a thought to the fake Lauren's mind. Her sins or his sins? They were different after all but she knew that the boys probably wouldn't care about his recent sins. They were interested only in Lauren and Dan knew what a bitch that Lauren had been to many of the nerds around school. She wondered what to say, so she decided to start with something simple that wasn't going to light the world alight. The fake Lauren didn't even know if it was true but she wanted to test the water. "I cheated at Monopoly with my family last Christmas." Suddenly she felt a sharp electric shock and she realised that the legs of the chair she was strapped to were metal and they were connected to wires. Another screen lit up on the other side of the camera. TRY AGAIN She guessed that they wanted her to talk about how she had terrorised the nerds, but alas she didn't really know that many details, except the encounter that Lauren had had with Colin last week. She guessed it was her best bet for a start if she was to about another bout of electricity coursing through her body. After all, the prosthetics that gave Lauren her shape wouldn't protect her from the shocks. "I lied to you last week Colin," she confessed. Was it enough? She didn't get an immediate shock which was good. The first screen flashed up with another message. The nerds could obviously program them from wherever they were hiding. MORE INFO The fake Lauren decided to try a bit of acting for her next response. After all, what guy could resist a girl crying? She began to think the saddest thoughts that she could, but alas the tears were failing to come. "I told you that I would get the other girls to lay off you, but I didn't. The truth is that I no longer run the pack anymore," Lauren replied. For some time there was no shock or no message on either of the screens, then something appeared on the second screen. GO ON ... Lauren shrugged. "They turned on me." The memory of her experience earlier in the evening at the ball indeed brought a tear to her eye that streaked down her face. "I've been a bitch over the last five years and I guess that finally caught up with me." CONFESS MORE! The first screen lit up suddenly. It was clear that there was a certain amount of impatience on the other side, but the fake Lauren didn't know that much detail about the real Lauren's interactions with the two nerds. How could she? Now she was in trouble and facing the prospect of multiple electric shocks. She needed to come up with something quickly. ********* Jasmine had just about enough money in her purse to get a taxi back to the house, but it was a close run thing. She was internally fuming about what Marcus had done to her, and also annoyed at herself that the preparation work that Oscar had done in spying on Jasmine had not revealed this little fact. All in all it was a bad situation and Oscar's plans were already starting to go up in smoke. Having paid the cab driver, Jasmine slid her legs out of the door and got out. The brief glimpse of stocking tops that she got only irritated her more since the whole seductive preparation had now completely gone to waste. She walked over to the gated entrance to the house, her heels clicking noisily on the pavement as she went. Still fuming, the fake Jasmine failed to notice the shabby old Ford Granada parked by the roadside. Two rather large gentlemen got out of it and stood in her path. "Da boss wants a word with you lady," the heavy told her. Jasmine had no idea who this boss was, but she was in no position to argue. Another thing that hadn't come out in the research prior to this whole endeavour. "Really? Now?" Jasmine affected an air of indifference at the interruption, trying not to seem scared at all. "Yes. Da boss was insistent that you go see 'im. We was told to insist little lady" The heavy confirmed. Despite the fact that he was forcing her into a car against her will and abusing the English language, he was being much politer than Marcus had been all evening. The two heavies got in the back of the car flanking Jasmine, who pulled the hem of her dress down to cover up her stocking tops that were peeking through. The heavies were good enough to pretend not to notice. "So why does your boss want to see me?" Jasmine asked conversationally. "You'd better ask 'im," the heavy replied. He did not seem to be particularly keen to engage in a conversation. The driver turned up the radio which was playing a loud rap song about 'Bangin' the honeys'. Jasmine was not impressed. ********* After the car arrived at a second hand car lot, Jasmine was escorted into a Portacabin where a man in a big thick fur coat was sitting at a desk with a computer. He waved the heavies away, leaving Jasmine alone with him in the temporary office. "You disappoint me you know. Lenny said that you was a classy broad," the man behind the desk told her. The fake Jasmine had no idea who this was, so she decided to just play along for now. "I am well thought of in society," she replied. "You see, someone like that, you'd figure that they could pay back the money that they owed including the interest payments. However here I am sitting at my desk two days after you promised Mr Fossiter the first instalment and I see nothing in front of me. You disappoint me and my faith in classy broads is dented." So, Jasmine had got a loan from some dodgy loan sharks to start up her business. Things were starting to click now and the fake Jasmine knew that she'd need to do some thinking fast. She couldn't exactly borrow the money from Marcus now after the events from earlier on. She decided to fall back on feminine charm and smiled at the man. "I'm sorry, it must have slipped my mind. I really apologise for my oversight. Perhaps if I could come over here tomorrow and bring you the money?" she said disarmingly. "That would be most kind of you Mrs Goodridge with an extra ?100 penalty for a late payment. Should you fail to do so and I have to send my boys round to find you, then I'm afraid some accidents might start to happen. You understand?" the man behind the desk told her. It was a threat the fake Jasmine knew but she knew that there really wasn't much choice. It wasn't like the real Jasmine had entered into a legitimate loan or anything. "Yes I understand," Jasmine confirmed. There was no alternative. "Good, I knew that you were a classy broad and I could rely on you. If you are not here by midnight tomorrow though, I'll know that you had no class," The mob man told her. He stood up and continued. "The way I hear it, you got a nice fledgling little business going and it would be such a shame to see it go under. Since it was paid for by our loan, we'd be quite in our rights to take it over should you fail to deliver." Another threat to go alongside the nebulous unspecified accident that might happen to her. Jasmine really was in deep and now that meant her doppelganger was too. She decided to show a confident exterior though. It wouldn't be good for her to seem like she couldn't pay right now, and she really was going to have to question the real Jasmine about just how she planned to pay things back. Payback? Was that what was happening for him launching this scheme? Oscar had hardly begun taking over Jasmine's life and already things were falling apart all around. It wasn't as though Jasmine was his real target. That had been a little lie to keep Dan on board the scheme - make it seem like they had common ground and all. No, it was Marcus who was the real target here. Oscar had wanted to take everything from that bastard after he'd established himself in Jasmine's life, but it had turned out that he was going to screw Jasmine as badly as she'd screwed her tennis coach. 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