Sextortion, p.6
Sextortion, page 6
"How the hell can I?"
"Yes, I see your point. God! What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. What would you do?"
"I'd tell the girl where to get off. Tell her that she can go to the newspapers and..."
"I've thought about that. But there's more to this than simple blackmail, Chrissy."
"How do you mean?"
"If I was rich, a millionairess, I could understand it. But going to all this trouble for a relatively small amount of money - the photographs, snatching Danny... Somehow, it doesn't add up."
"It's not that much trouble for, what did you reckon, fifty grand?"
"Yes, but... There's something that I can't quite put my finger on. I don't know why, but I feel that there's far more to this than meets the eye."
"You're a celebrity, Selina. You could quite easily end up a millionairess and..."
"That's it!"
"What is?"
"You've just hit the nail on the head. They're getting all this on me now so that, if I do strike it rich, they'll really have a hold on me."
"God!"
Pacing the floor, I could see clearly what their game was. Danny screwing the same girl I was having a lesbian relationship with? Now that really was a juicy story! They could demand hundreds of thousands, and I'd have to pay up. Tammy had already mentioned the possibility of film rights. I could quite easily end up a millionairess - and sooner rather than later. Yes, that was their game all right.
"At least it now makes sense," I murmured, sitting at my desk.
"I'll tell you what I'd do," Chrissy proffered, almost triumphantly.
"What?"
"End it now."
"How?"
"Let them go to the papers now, before they get too much on you. It'll soon blow over and, you never know, it might even boost your book sales. All publicity is good publicity, as they say."
"Is it? I'm not so sure."
"If you allow them to carry on, they'll get so much on you that..."
"It's a good idea, but..."
"You've no choice, Selina."
"I reckon you're right."
"I know I'm right."
There was nothing to prove that I'd allowed the girl to lick me to orgasm so I wouldn't be branded a lesbian. OK, so they had photographs of me watching Danny screw her... Chrissy was right, it would probably boost my sales no end! Feeling positive, I was about to ring Tammy and tell her the story when I thought better of it. The last thing I wanted was to do anything rash. I needed time to think.
"Chrissy, I've a lot to do," I said as she stood up.
"I could see that you were deep in thought," she smiled. "I'll leave you to it. Give me a ring and keep me posted."
"I will. And, thanks."
"Any time. I'll see myself out."
Pacing the floor again, I mulled over the idea of telling the girl where to go. The thugs might turn nasty, but that was a chance I had to take. If Danny and I went away for a holiday for a month or so, there'd be nothing they could do to us, other than go to the papers. Dashing into Danny's room and finding him at his desk, I told him the plan.
"I reckon that's the answer," he said pensively. "Yes, that's it. If you do strike it rich, they'll have nothing on you - it'll be old hat."
"It's perfect!" I beamed.
"Christ, I'm feeling better already."
"We'll go to the airport and take a flight, any old flight."
"Right. Er... We'd better wait until the tart contacts us, Selina. It's no good going away until we've told them to sod off."
"OK. I hope she rings soon because I want to get away from all this."
"So do I, love. Christ, I could do with a break. We both need a break."
I felt so awash with relief that I cried. As Danny held me close I felt that a holiday would not only do us good, but our relationship. A month in the sun, good food and plenty of wine... Yes, that was the answer. And when I returned to face the media, I'd have no comment. I'd say nothing at all and the whole thing would blow over before I knew it.
"I'm going back to my den," I said, kissing his cheek.
"The book?"
"Yes, the book," I smiled. "See you later."
Closing the door, I sat at my desk, contemplating the story once it broke. The newspapers would have a field day! Selina Goodman watches her husband screw a naked tart. But I didn't care what people would think, they could go to hell as far as I was concerned. Besides, as Chrissy had said, it would probably boost my book sales.
But I couldn't help thinking of the girl kneeling before me, her mouth locked to my vulva, licking me, sucking me. It was something I'd never forget for as long as I lived. Another skeleton in the cupboard! But it had been an experience, and that was what life was all about - experiences. "I might even write a lesbian scene into the book!" I chuckled.
As Danny wandered into the room, his face pale and drawn, I knew that something was wrong. The phone hadn't rung, so what was it? Had he thought of a flaw in the plan? Standing beside me, he stared at me accusingly.
"What is it?" I asked. "Danny, what's wrong?"
"This," he said, passing me an envelope. "It was on the doormat. I opened it."
Taking the envelope, I pulled out a photograph of me standing in the lounge, my head back, my eyes closed, sheer sexual satisfaction depicted in my expression as the girl licked and fingered me. My eyes closed, my mind blown away with my immense orgasm - I hadn't noticed the bloody flash. As I stared open-mouthed at the disgusting picture, I felt as if I'd been wrenched out of my body. I couldn't look at Danny, let alone speak.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he finally asked.
"Danny, I..."
"They've really got you over a barrel now."
"I did it because she said that you..."
"You should have told me, Selina. I'm not blaming you for what you did. I know why you did it and I understand that, but you should have told me."
As he mooched out of the room, I cried again. This time, they weren't tears of relief, but horror, shock, fear. My plan shot to pieces, I held my head, wondering what the hell to do. Got me over a barrel? Christ, they'd got me chained to a bloody barrel! And to top it all, Danny was in a sulk.
Finally composing myself, I dried my eyes and walked to the window, gazing at the world. A funny old world? It stank! "How are you, Selina?" I murmured. "I'm OK, it's the others." As the phone rang, I turned and stared at it. I knew instinctively that it was the bitch and decided to let Danny answer it. I didn't want to speak to the cow, listen to her threats, her demands for crude lesbian sex. The front door slamming shut, I looked out of the window to see Danny walking down the path.
"What the fuck do you want?" I screamed as I ran across the room and snatched the receiver. "Why don't you fuck off?"
"Selina, that's not very nice," the bitch cooed. "After our intimate time together, I'd have thought..."
"You can go to hell!"
"I'd rather come in your mouth."
"If you think..."
"I assume you've seen the photograph?"
"Yes, I have."
"It's come out rather well, don't you agree?"
"No!"
"I'll be round this evening."
"You will not!"
"What a shame, I really thought you'd see sense. No doubt my boss will invite Danny round again. Well, not invite, exactly."
"What good will that do?"
"It'll get you working on the book, for one thing."
"Danny's gone away. He's..."
"Yes, of course he has. I'll be round at seven."
As she hung up, I knew there was no way out of it. She'd come round and probably demand that I finger and lick her to orgasm while Danny watched. "God!" I breathed, picturing the vile scene. I'd always put sex and love together, sex and love between Danny and me, but now? She could demand anything of us and... Us? Danny had said that he'd have nothing to do with her. If she didn't get her way, if he wouldn't play the game...
Why the hell hadn't I noticed the camera flash? I pondered. Not that it would have done me any good. I should have known there'd be a photographer lurking and drawn the curtains. I could have kicked myself for being so dopey. But there was no point in hindsight - the damage was done and that was that.
My mind hurt with thinking. They now had all the evidence they needed, so why was the girl coming round for sex? There'd be little point in taking more photographs, so why put herself at risk by returning to the house? Her boss, as she called the unknown bastard, wouldn't send her round - he wasn't stupid. Perhaps she was taking advantage of the situation and, unknown to her superior, planned to enjoy sex sessions with Danny and me.
I pondered on the notion for some time. It would have been an idea to speak to her boss but, presumably, he hadn't made contact because the bitch was the go-between. The thugs would have been employed by the man, also protecting his anonymity. I was determined to find out where the girl lived, discover her true identity. The private detective was useless and I decided that, if I wanted a job doing properly, then I'd do it myself.
I'd make sure that Danny was out of the way that evening, do whatever I had to with the bitch, and then follow her. If I was right and her boss didn't know she'd planned to come round, there'd be no photographer and no getaway car waiting for her. Although I felt a little more positive, I knew that discovering her true identity wouldn't really help me. But it was a start.
I walked into town and opened a new bank account, depositing my royalty cheque. At least I had some money, I reflected as I made my way home. I felt terribly guilty for keeping it secret from Danny, but I knew it was the right thing to do as he had a habit of manipulating me and I'd end up paying the girl again. At least I had some money.
"I'm sorry," Danny smiled as I walked into the lounge.
"It's OK. The reason I didn't tell you was because... Well, it's not the sort of thing I'd want to tell anyone, let alone my husband."
"I understand. Where have you been?"
"I went for a walk into town. The girl phoned while you were out."
"What did she say?"
"She's coming round this evening."
"Oh, God!"
"Danny, I have a plan. I want you to go out this evening, go to the pub for a beer or something."
"What, and leave you here alone with her?"
"Yes."
"But..."
"Trust me, Danny. I have an idea, trust me."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'll tell you later, if my plan works."
Leaving Danny in the lounge, I bounded upstairs to my den. If I discovered where the girl lived I might be able to discover the identity of her boss. Again, it would do me no good, but at least I'd know who I was dealing with. I might tell him that the girl had been taking money, money that he'd obviously know nothing about, and get her into serious trouble. If he thought she was working alone, taking money on the side... But that was a long way off. I had to prepare for the evening.
Under duress, Danny went out at six. I waited a good ten minutes and then stood by the front gate, looking up and down the road. I realized that I might have to wait an hour or more and, if she did come by car, she'd park well away from the house, but I had to discover which direction she came from.
I was in luck. After half-an-hour, I noticed a red car pull up some hundred yards away. As the girl climbed out and started walking towards me, I dashed back into the house. I should have had Danny there, I reflected. He could have nipped over the back wall into the alley and got the bitch's registration number. Perhaps we should have told the private detective? But I'd kept my plan to myself, it was too late now.
So far so good, I ruminated, pacing the hall as I waited for the bell to ring. I reckoned that I was right - her boss knew nothing of her visit, of her continuing demands for sex. What horrendous sexual ordeal I was going to have to endure I couldn't imagine, but my plan was looking good. Whatever I was put through, it would be worth it.
"Hi," she smiled sweetly as I answered the door. "I've been looking forward to this."
"Have you?" I sneered as she stepped inside.
"Of course. Where's my stud?"
"Out."
"Oh, what a shame. Still, we can have plenty of sexy fun without him."
Following me into the lounge she wasted no time, discarding her coat over the back of the sofa. She was naked, as I'd expected, and I gazed at her breasts, her long nipples, her vaginal crack clearly visible through her sparse blonde pubic hairs. I shuddered as I imagined my tongue there, between her female lips, licking her clitoris to orgasm, but I had to play the game.
"We'll start by having you naked," she smiled, her slender fingers unbuttoning my blouse. I said nothing as she slipped the garment off my shoulders and squeezed my full bra cups. Looking down at my deep cleavage as she encircled my nipples with her fingertips, I felt proud of my body - but sharing it with another woman? To appease my guilt, I tried to imagine Danny was with me as she unhooked my bra. He was massaging my breasts, enjoying my body - but the touch was soft, gentle, feminine.
Peeling the silk cups away from my firm breasts, gazing longingly at my erect nipples, she leaned forward and licked each areola in turn. My nipples stiffening, becoming erect in arousal, I closed my eyes as she engulfed my milk teat in her hot mouth and gently sucked. Her wet tongue teasing my nipple, expertly encircling the sensitive brown protrusion, I breathed deeply as the sensations permeated my body. She knew how to treat another woman, what another woman wanted. Was that what I wanted?
Opening my eyes as I wondered whether Danny would return, I glanced at her coat slung over the back of the sofa. She'd not brought a bag with her - her car keys were obviously in her coat pocket. As she sank her teeth gently into my nipple, sending electrifying sensations of sex through my quivering body, I prayed for a chance to get the keys. Her bag was probably in the car and...
"Now you can suck my nipples," she declared, standing upright and squeezing her firm breasts in her hands, her brown nipples distending. Leaning forward, I took one teat into my mouth and sucked. Life was about experiences, I found myself thinking as I bit her milk bud. Did I want to experience this? "Bite me harder," she breathed, tossing her head back. I complied, wondering where Danny was, what he was doing while I was biting another woman's nipple. "God, I've been looking forward to this. Finger my cunt!" she gasped, parting her feet.
My hand tentatively moving between her thighs as I bit and sucked her nipple, I hesitated. I couldn't do it, although I knew I had to. "Come on, Selina," she coaxed me huskily. "I'm hot and very wet, finger my cunt." My hands trembling as her crude words resounded through my tormented mind, my fingertip between her fleshy sex lips, I found the drenched entrance to her vagina and pushed my finger inside.
She shuddered, her breathing deep, heavy, as I entered her. The walls of her vagina were silky, soft, hot, creamy. This wasn't so bad, I mused as she instructed me to massage her clitoris. To discover her identity, to try to halt the blackmail, as a means to an end, this wasn't so bad.
Her clitoris was solid, hard beneath my fingertip, and I recalled her licking me to orgasm. I became confused as I massaged her pleasure spot and she began whimpering in her sexual awakening. What was I doing? This was lesbian sex. What the hell was I doing? Her hands fumbling with my skirt, tugging it down, I again thought I couldn't go through with it and stepped back.
"Selina," she said throatily, threateningly. "You're not going to stop now."
"I... Look, I..."
"My boss has your husband."
"No, he hasn't," I countered. "I know where Danny is, he rang me just before you arrived."
"I wouldn't bet on it, if I were you."
She was bluffing, I was sure as she knelt before me and yanked my skirt down to my ankles. Danny was safe, either walking or... Pulling my panties down, she looked up at me, her face grinning as she ran her fingertip up and down my moist sex crack. Her boss didn't know she was with me, I was positive as her finger deftly teased my clitoris. I deliberately hadn't drawn the curtains, which would prove my theory if there was no camera flash.
"You're nice and wet," she purred, her finger opening my tight hole and entering my slippery sex duct. "And very hot." Pushing a second finger into my vagina, she began thrusting in and out of my sheath. Involuntarily bending my knees, I gasped, quivering like a leaf as the incredible sensations transmitted deep into my contracting womb.
Danny knew what I'd be doing, which helped to eradicate my guilt. He knew what I'd be forced to do, that we were in this together, that I had no choice. Had I a choice? As she parted my vaginal lips and sucked on my clitoris, adding to the amazing sensations, I knew that I could put up with this. More than put up with it, I... Again, I tried to deny the illicit pleasure another woman's intimate attention was bringing me. I didn't want a lesbian relationship, and yet...
"It's my turn," she grinned, her glazed eyes staring at me as she sat on the sofa with her legs spread, her vaginal slit gaping. "Come and kneel between my feet." Almost mechanically I took my position, gazing at her alluring pinken valley, the opaque droplets of sex liquid clinging to her intricate folds.
I knew what she wanted me to do as I massaged her soft inner lips - that she wanted my mouth pressed against her sex flesh, my tongue caressing her clitoris to orgasm. Experiences? It had taken me long enough to bring myself to suck Danny to orgasm and swallow his sperm, let alone another woman - a virtual stranger.
"Lick me," she murmured, her eyes closed as she parted her thighs further, the portal to her sex duct opening invitingly. "Lick my cunt." Stroking her velveteen folds, running my fingertip up and down her moist sex valley, I circled her solid clitoris. Moving my head forward, my tongue protruding, eager, I hesitated, examining her most intimate flesh. Could I lick her there? Did I want to taste her juices of lesbian arousal? I was torn between my own unbelievable arousal and the immorality of the crude act.
"Lick my cunt," she instructed me again. Moving closer, I tentatively licked her full outer lips, tasting her heady female juices. "My clitoris!" she gasped, moving forward on the sofa until her buttocks were over the edge of the cushion. Again, I licked the soft hillocks of her swollen outer lips, not daring to venture into her wet valley.
