Chapter 4 - Meeting the Mann

“You got any weapons on you?”

 Hailey heard the low rumble of the bass voice but could not assume that such a question was meant for her. It was only when she noticed the condescending, impatient look of the aged Black security guard that she apologetically said, “No, no, I don’t…”

 He nodded brusquely. “Alright then.” 

 What was happening was still unbelievable. When Hailey forwarded the idea of going to meet Winemann herself to interview him about the case they were building, she assumed the higher-ups would laugh at her naivete. They were receptive, and at that point she knew that she had fucked herself since there was no way Winemann himself would ever agree to speak to one of the women crusading to put him behind bars for life.

 This morning as she was getting ready for work, the call came in: Winemann did want to meet her, and before the day was out, too.

 Hailey called the team and reported the success and was met with enthusiasm. There were still plenty of mysteries the old pervert needed to help them solve: what the golden key they found with his private items was for, where he had stored recordings they knew existed but could not yet find, and who else was in on the factory line of abuse throughout the years.

 Stay calm, she had told herself as she looked through her wardrobe, wondering what was appropriate to wear. On one hand, she wanted to look professional. On the other hand, she knew that Winemann was a spineless degenerate who probably couldn’t help himself when an attractive woman was nearby, and after all these weeks by himself in prison he must’ve been desperate. 

 In the end, Hailey settled on one of the most expensive brand suits she owned. Its skirt was shorter than what would’ve usually been allowed in formal settings, and the blazer had an extremely low V-shaped cut. But to torment his imagination, she wore a turtleneck that took away any glimpse at her bosom and a pair of tights dark enough that they obscured her legs entirely. Almost halal.

 The security guard opened the gate ahead with his keycard and had her follow. 

 Hailey knew that these lowsec prisons were comfortable, but she never would’ve imagined just how nice they were: glimpsing into one room, she could see a guy lying on a couch with a half-eaten pizza resting on his chest, laughing along at a Seinfeld episode. So this is what it’s like to be truly wealthy and powerful, she thought. You get a nice vacation. 

 The guard led her to a nearby door and knocked. 

 Then they waited. There was no response.

“I guess he’s not in right now,” he told her. 

 Hailey narrowed her eyes. “Not in right now. What does that mean?”

“The man’s probably out for his morning swim.”

“His morning swim…” she repeated. “Well, can you fetch him, then?”

 The guard was not happy, but he led her towards the pool area outside. There, coming out of the water, she spotted Winemann. It was weird to see him in the flesh after watching all those movies with him. He appeared to be even fatter now, with more gray hairs but less hair overall. As her eyes wandered over the jiggling rolls of fat, Hailey was seized by a deep sense of disgust. Good and nice women had fucked this monster just to be able to work their jobs. And here he was, languishing in semi-luxury when he should’ve been beheaded. It wasn’t the right thought for a lawyer to have, but it was the only one that came to her.

 Winemann rubbed his head with a towel and glanced over. “George,” he said. “Morning.”

“Morning Mr. Winemann,” said the security guard. “This girl here is your appointment.” 

 This girl? The way this Black guy spoke about her was as if she had come as a prostitute or something like that. Hailey thought of speaking up to discipline him, but the last thing she wanted was to taint this case with accusations of racism or classism for talking down to a prison guard. 

“Did you see Sleepers yet?” 

 The guard grinned. “Sure did. Wife loved it. I hated it.. Another winning recommendation.” 

 Winemann shared in the amusement as if they were old pals. “It’s the wife that comes first, George, you know that. Give her my regards.”

 Running out of patience, Hailey stepped forward. “Excuse me, Mr. Winemann? My name is-”

“I know who you are, sweetheart,” he said cuttingly. “Can’t you see I’m all wet? Give me a second. George, take her over to my room. I’ll be there shortly.”

“You sure, Mr. Winemann?”

“Yeah, I am.” 

 Oh, I’m going to make short work of you, thought Hailey angrily. She was starting to worry that the only reason he had agreed to this meeting at all was to jerk her around for his own amusement.

 The security guard unlocked the door to Winemann’s “cell” and ushered her into the spacious room. There was a king sized bed, a huge TV, a massage chair, even a bar. Then, beyond, on the balcony, she could see a jacuzzi. So this is his punishment, she thought, feeling the righteous indignation burning through her. Incredible.

 Hailey sat down on the armchair in the corner and waited. It took him twenty minutes to show up, and when he did, he was only wearing a loose dark robe that barely met at his belly. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said.

“That’s fine. Mr. Winemann, there are several items on the list I’d like to try and talk to you about.”

 He took out two slender glasses and then grabbed a bottle of wine. “It’s a great vintage.”

“No, thank you,” she said.

“Come on,” he insisted. “You’re my guest. What, you think just being in my presence will compromise you somehow? I’m still just human. Go on, ask your question. Then, if I answer, you drink.”

 Hailey raised a brow. “And if you’re lying?” 

“Then I guess I’m a liar. But I won’t.” Winemann put a hand over his heart. “Scout’s honor.” 

 Hailey sucked on her cheek and then rose reluctantly. He went over to the counter and took her glass, then waited for him to pour it full to the brim. “There’s a key among your belongings,” she said. “What’s that for?”

“The golden one?”

“Mhm.”

“For a house I’ve got. It’s under the name of one of my associates. Affiliated with one of our firms. I’ll tell my lawyer to send you the address.”

 Hailey raised the glass to her lips. “And the key is to the house?”

 Winemann watched her intently and grinned lecherously as he drank his glass down. “To the house? No.”

“What’s it for then?”

“Drink up. I answered one question. Don’t worry, I’m sure your team of goblins will dig it up. There’s nothing they can’t find.” 

 For a moment, she questioned whether there could have been anything in the wine. But not even a creep like this would be so stupid as to assault a member of the prosecution in prison. There were worse places they could send him to if he really pushed his luck.

 Winemann eyed her interest. “Anyone ever told you you look like Rosette Dawson?”

“Many,” Hailey drawled, answering his interest with disgust.

“You see her video?”

 Hailey opened her mouth to speak, but knew that whether it was to curse him or reply to acknowledge what she saw, it was not a good idea. “I’m not here to discuss that.” 

 Winemann poured himself another glass, then went and sat down at the bedside. The springs creaked. Hailey hadn’t noticed before with the gut hanging over his crotch, but he wasn’t wearing any underwear, not even a pair of shorts. As he spread his legs wide, the thick cock tumbled out. Hailey remember watching that veiny monster and shamefully touching herself as it raped those poor women. It really is big in real life too. What a waste…

 He noticed where her eyes were. “It’s a shame you made yourself look like such a dyke,” he spat.

 Hailey cleared her throat and pretended not to notice anything. “Excuse me?”

“Look at you. Look at that haircut and those glasses. What, you want me to congratulate you for being some brave feminist?” He drank again and swallowed breathlessly. “You look like shit.” 

 Hailey had expected him to focus on her looks and try to hit on her, but she hadn’t envisioned being talked down in this way. She glanced instinctively at the mirror to the side of the wall and adjusted rimless glasses. The other day she had gone to the hairdresser, so he could see why her hair might seem extra short. Having short hair was all it took for some of these numbskulls to call a poor woman a “dyke.” 

“I’m not a lesbian,” she corrected pointedly. “And I’d advise you not to make comments of that nature.”

 Winemann sipped from his glass and chuckled grimly. “Are you flirting with me, Ms. Dawson? Or do you just like my cock?”

“That’s not my name.”

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is,” he said with a sigh. “You look like her, and that slut matters, you don’t. Whatever brave work you think you’re doing, let me tell you, you’re not going to be remembered in fifty years. She will be. I made sure of it.”

“How about you?” asked Hailey.

 For the first time, she could see some doubt and reaction in his face. “Me? Well, they’re trying to bury me. You should know, you’re one of the gravediggers. But it’s hard to hide a lifetime of achievements. You can call me whatever you want, but the truth is, there’s dozens of Oscars out there sitting in Hollywood mansions that rightfully belong to me.” 

 So he isn’t even going to give those women credit for their performances? Has anyone ever addressed this guy as like he deserves? “You’re a piece of shit,” said Hailey, unable to hold it in any longer. 

“And you’re a nobody. A fucking nobody. And you’ll die one, believe me. Being attached to me in some way is the most valuable thing in your life.” The words were harsh, but his tone remained relaxed and easygoing.

 Hailey met his eyes and found it difficult to match the intensity of his gaze. She looked away, then turned to go. 

“Come on, sweetheart, where are you going?” asked Winemann. “You just got here. C’mon, don’t tell me you took that stuff to heart. Look at you, you’re some bigshot lawyer. I’m just a barcode now. Or whatever the hell they label us with here. C’mon. I apologize.” 

 For what it was worth, his tone did sound apologetic. “Will you tell me what I need to know?”

“Will you do a little something for me in return?”

 Hailey breathed in deeply, hoping his smile wasn’t trying to convey what she feared would come out of his mouth. “Such as?”

“Such as, you get down on your knees and blow me. I could see you staring at my cock this whole time. Don’t pretend that’s not the reason you came here.” 

 Hailey nodded slowly and understandingly. “Okay. This is over. Thank you for your time, Mr. Winemann.” 

 She turned and walked towards the door. Though she could hear him getting to his feet, she only expected him to try and block the door and open renegotiation. Instead, the fat old bastard caught her by the back of the throat and used the momentum of her step to slam her into the door. 

 The impact wasn’t enough to hurt her, but on the way Hailey had lost one of her heels as well as her balance and came crashing down to the floor. Her glasses had fallen off but they were somehow in one piece. Winemann picked them up, inspected them, then handed them back to her.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said coolly. “But you don’t turn your back on someone when they’re talking to you.” 

 Hailey put on her glasses and looked up at him, panting and afraid. The robe was completely open now, and the meaty cock dangled just a few inches away from her. She recoiled and turned her head away, then tried to stand back up. Winemann put his hand on her head and pushed her back down.

“Are you stupid?” asked Hailey, somewhat amazed by his audacity. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“We’re just talking,” he said, lifting his arms up innocently. “That’s all. Just having a friendly conversation.”

 Again Hailey tried to stand up and again he pushed her down, this time giggling darkly. “Come on, quit trying to do that. You’ll get up soon enough. We were talking about terms before.”

 Hailey tried to find his eyes far above beyond his heaving gut and throbbing cock. “I’m warning you.”

“I’m fucking begging you,” he said matter-of-factly. “Look, we both know you want information. I’ve got it. Why are you playing coy? What, you’ve never sucked a dick before?”

 On some level, Hailey had assumed that the reason he talked the way he did to all the women in those videos was because they were actresses. Something in her strict upbringing made it so that the profession carried a kind of stigma. Her grandfather had called actresses whores; even nowadays, there were people that still believed that - that the kind of backroom casting couch stuff that Winemann did was the norm rather than the exception, and that the women that signed up for that knew what they were getting into and deserved it. 

 But I have a law degree, she thought numbly. Hailey thought she would be immune to his shenanigans and that he would, at the very least, respect her profession if not her as a woman. But it didn’t make a difference at all. As his beady eyes held her, she could tell that he thought no differently of her than he did of any of those girls whose videos she watched. 

 Though it should’ve horrified her -  it did scare her somewhat - it wasn’t petrification and dread that she was feeling but the tingles of arousal. He wants to fuck me, she realized. Like he did those poor girls. 

 Winemann noticed her thoughtful look and lifted his arms to encompass the room. “There’s no cameras here. I promise. Nobody’s watching. At least, they shouldn’t be, that’s what they told me.

“H-How do I know you’re going to tell me anything?” she asked, her voice trembling.

 Winemann gently lifted her chin and gazed into her sweet and kind eyes. Then he slapped her hard enough to send her to the ground. He grabbed her by the short hair and lifted her back up, then spit in her face. “Because I say so. I’m a man that keeps his word. Now you be a good girl and open the fuck up before I decide to take turn this into some avantgarde torture porn. Open the fuck up.” 

 He was so much bigger and stronger that he could’ve made her do it. But he intentionally let go just to put her in the position where she had to make the ultimate move herself.

 I can’t do this, Hailey thought. It was humiliating. More than that, it was probably illegal or at the very least grounds to be disbarred from her job. 

 Winemann raised his arm and took a look at the heavy golden watch at his wrist. “I’ll give you time to think it over. Five minutes. You can be a good girl, help me out, and get what you want out of this whole thing, or you can get the fuck out that door and never call me ever again.” He went and poured himself another drink, then sat at the edge of the bed. 

 Hailey could feel that she was wet. The worst thing about this monster and all the things he did was that he had a way of making it hot. He was taking girls that had a bright and wonderful future in front of them and ruining them forever. 

“There’s other stuff out there,” he started saying. “Things you haven’t gotten to see.”

“Such as?”

 He grinned. “Don’t you think it’s a bit interesting how out of all the accusations against me, there’s only a few videos to back it up?”

“Because you hid the rest.”

“Bullshit. What, you think I record the special whores with a golden camera and set those videos aside? You might be wearing a lawyer costume, but you’re still a dumb little girl, aren’t you?”

 Hailey climbed back to her feet and tried to look dignified. “Then?”

“Some people want to bury me, and they’re using some of the dumber ones as a blood sacrifice. Nobody would’ve seen a single thing if it were for me. Those videos would be safe and sound. Now, they’re going to be all over the internet - the jerk-off material of a generation.”

“Are you saying you’ve been set up?”

“No, you stupid bitch,” he said condescendingly. “I’m saying they’ve conveniently disposed of them. But here’s one thing you can do. You can help me get the copies.”

“Those copies would be added to our evidence.”

 Winemann stood up suddenly and made her fall back until he had her pinned against the wall. He breathed in her smell and licked his lips. “That’s fine. Because they’re out there, a lot of these people will want things to quiet down to make sure they don’t leak. You get me?”

 With him breathing down her neck, it was hard to even think. “I guess so.” His hairy gut pressed upon her, the cock pulsating wildly between his legs. He was aroused by pushing her around this. So was she…

“You like this, don’t you, lawyer girl?” 

“No…” 

 Winemann put a hand under her skirt. Hailey grabbed him by the wrist and tried to push him off, but he choked her throat again and lifted her submissively until she quieted down. “Enough of that,” he snapped. 

 His hand ripped a hole into her tights and then slid it across her thigh until he reached her pussy. The moment his fingers slipped into her panties, he grinned. “You’re wet.” 

 Hailey blushed and lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze. This was so humiliating… “Stop…” 

“All you whores always like to play coy. Tell me, you saw some of those videos. You really think they didn’t enjoy themselves?”

 Hailey thought about that. “Them liking it doesn’t make it right.”

“Who gives a shit? Point is, they had a good time. And they built a career on top of it. And that’s what you want to put me in prison for.” 

 The way he phrased that made her chuckle darkly. “To be fair, you’re already in prison…”

 Winemann let go of her suddenly. Hailey fell down to her knees once again, though this time he brought his dick up and let it press against her face. “Suck.”

“I don’t think-”

“Suck.”

“You should kn-”

“I said suck it,” he repeated, seizing her by the hair. “Open that pretty little lawyer's mouth. This is what you went to Yale for, isn’t it? Open up.” 

 Something in that commanding voice made her want to obey it. Hailey adjusted her slipping glasses and then opened as instructed. The smell of it alone made her feel physically ill, yet her arousal was undiminished. The moment it slipped past her lips her body recoiled, but Winemann held her so tightly by the hair that there was nowhere to go. He looked into her eyes with a self-satisfied smile as she widened her teeth and accepted him trying to get to the back of her throat. 

 Even calling it a blowjob was perhaps going too far, since Hailey refused to do anything to help him. “Come on,” he said. “You know you enjoy it.” 

 I’m not scared of you, she thought. 

 Either way, Winemann didn’t seem too interested in what she was feeling. By how quickly he was throbbing powerfully and ready to come, she got the impression that he couldn’t have been getting any women in here. Must get lonely. Though the prick deserves solitary confinement. 

“That’s right, baby,” he groaned, the same times as she had heard him groan dozens of times before. Except this time, it wasn’t some girl in a video, but it was her. “Give me your phone.”

“Huh?”

  He choked her again. “Give. Me. Your. Phone. Just do it.” 

 There wasn’t really anything on there so she passed it on to him. However, he didn’t even spend a second glancing through her files - instead, he raised the phone and put the camera on her, then took his cock out and stroked it hard. “Tongue out. Tongue out. Tell me you fucking want this.”

“No.” 

“Do it, you fucking bitch. Do it or I swear I’ll knock all pretty little white teeth out with my fucking fists.” 

 There was no way he was going to do that. Hailey knew that, and he did, too. But being threatened so directly… that turned her on. What’s wrong with me? It took all her mental strength just to resist reaching down to touch herself.

“Please give me your cum,” she begged. 

 He stroked the massive cock a few more times, then the thick rope shot out and struck her in the face. Her glasses saved her eyes, so she watched as it all showered on top of her, one powerful pulse after another, creaming her face with his potent and thick seed.

“Fuck!” he yelled, squeezing more out still. 

The load was impressive. The ones in the videos were nothing to sniff at but this was insane. Hailey wasn’t so ridiculous as to think it was her. “I guess you get lonely in here.”

 He finished milking out every drop and then smiled. “You know it, sweetheart.” 

 He passed her back her phone and then went and crashed down onto the bed. “Well, get up now. What the fuck are you waiting for? You can go.”

 Hailey went to wash her face off. She checked her phone and saw the recording and pressed to delete it. But when the prompt came up asking her if she really wanted to, she hesitated.

“I’ll have my lawyer contact you.”

 Hailey finished washing up and came out of his bathroom. “How? I thought you don’t know my name.”

 Winemann moved his eyes away from the TV and sucked his thumb from the shrimp he was eating. “I know your name, Hailey. But don’t let it get to your fucking head, you got that? You might be wearing that outfit, but don’t forget what you are. I’ll see you soon.”

“I think you won’t see me ever again,” she said. 
 Winemann snorted with supreme confidence. “We’ll see about that.”