Sextortion (32 page)

"Danny, it's
me."

"Hi, how are
things?"

"The police
have been here asking me about prostitution."

"What?"

"The girl
brought several men here to... Anyway, I reckon one of them
realized that I was being forced into having sex, and told the
police."

"What are they
going to do?"

"I said that
there must have been some mistake. Either that or someone was
having a laugh. I don't think they believed me, they're going to
keep an eye on the house."

"Christ, if
the girl..."

"She said
she'll be back later. If she comes here again with several men, the
police will nab her."

"And you'll be
ruined."

"If her boss
thinks that I called the police, God knows what will happen."

"OK, let me
think about it. Several men? Christ, Selina! Look, it might be best
if I come home."

"But the
thugs..."

"I'll work
something out and call you back later."

Replacing the
receiver, I thought the plan an excellent idea. Danny would tell
the bitch about the police and... But it wouldn't prove
conclusively that he was involved if she kept away from the house.
If she really thought the police were involved, she might send the
tapes and photographs to the papers or my publisher. All I could do
was wait for the outcome.

"I saw him
leave," Crystal said as she drifted into the room like an
angel.

"Oh, I was
just about to come upstairs," I smiled, eyeing her neat cleavage
between her partially open blouse. "Crystal, it's nice to see you,
but... Well, I think it best that you go home."

"Can't I stay
the night?" she asked, provocatively licking her succulent lips. "I
thought we might go to bed and make love."

Gazing at her
shapely thighs revealed by her red microskirt, a bolt of arousal
shot through my aching body as I pictured her pussy, her hairless
lips, her tightly closed love crack. But I'd had more than enough
sex for one day; there was no way I could endure another orgasm.
Recalling her licking my sex slit, sucking my clitoris as I'd
sucked hers, my cunt tightened and my juices flowed. I had no
control over my sexual desires, I reflected, as my womb quivered
expectantly.

"I really
think you should go," I said, offering her a smile. "The detective
will be back later and... and my brother's coming to see me."

"Oh," she
sighed, hanging her head, her curtain of golden hair cascading over
the swell of her breasts billowing her white blouse. I wanted to
suck her pert nipples.

"Call round
tomorrow, Crystal."

"All right, in
the morning."

"Yes, tomorrow
morning."

Sadness
engulfed me as she wandered out of the room. She was so feminine,
radiating an air of innocence, and yet sexual in the extreme.
Again, I recalled her wet vaginal opening hovering above my face as
she'd tongued my sex duct. In her youth, her sweet honeydew flowed
in torrents, and I wanted to drink from her fresh vagina. As the
front door closed I was about to chase after her, but decided to go
up to bed. I was too tired for sex, physically and mentally
exhausted.

After a good
night's sleep, I slipped out of bed and took a shower. Washing the
dried sperm and vaginal juice from my inner thighs, I stood with my
feet wide apart, bending my knees and parting my pussy lips.
Pressing the shower nozzle hard against my open sex hole, the hot
water gushing deep into my vaginal cavern, I gasped as my lust
sheath inflated and overflowed. Water streaming down my legs, my
clitoris solid, I desperately needed to come as the sensations sent
electrifying quivers through my contracting womb.

Dazed with
sex, I bent over and pressed the nozzle between my buttocks, the
hot water gushing into my bowels, the incredible sensations
rippling through my pelvis. My naked body shuddering as the water
coursed down my inner thighs, I needed Crystal to attend my
pulsating clitoris, and wished I'd allowed her to stay. Massaging
my erect clitoris as I imagined her tongue there, I heard the phone
ringing. "Damn!" I breathed, leaping out of the shower and dashing
into my den. I had to answer it in case it was John with some more
news. My orgasm would have to wait.

"Hallo," I
panted, water running over the floor as my lust holes drained.

"Hi," Danny
drawled, disappointing me. "Have the police been back?"

"They're
watching the house."

"The girl's
not bothered you, then?"

"There's been
no sign of her, which I find odd."

"Why?"

"She doesn't
know about the police, so why not come back as she said she
would?"

"Perhaps she
had other plans. Has she demanded any more money?"

"Yes, five
thousand."

"You'll have
to pay her, love."

"I can't, I
haven't got it. Anyway, what have you been up to?"

"Up to?"

"What have you
been doing?"

"Oh, I see.
Lounging around, making notes for my book and watching TV."

"Haven't you
been out at all?"

"I went for a
drive. Selina, I might as well come home."

"No, not yet.
Let's wait and see what the girl does. In a way, I'm rather looking
forward to her coming here. I know she'll ruin me, but it'll be
nice to see her arrested."

"Arrested for
what? She hasn't done anything, has she? I mean, you can hardly
tell the police what's been going on."

"No, but...
Oh, I don't know. Perhaps it'll put the wind up her and she'll give
up."

"Yes, after
she's been to the newspapers. So, what are your plans for
today?"

"I'm... I'm
going to London to have lunch with Tammy."

"That'll be
nice."

"Yes, I'm
looking forward to it. Danny, I'd better go - I want to catch the
next train."

"OK, I'll ring
this evening."

"Yes, ring
this evening. Bye."

If Danny
thought I was in London, he might come home to take a look at the
dining room. The girl would have obviously told him about the sex
equipment, and I was sure he'd return. He'd also look out for the
police, just to confirm my story. If I hid in the house... No, I'd
been through all that before.

My clitoris
calling me, I went to the kitchen and made some tea, pondering on
my vibrator. The orgasms I'd experienced the day before had
increased my desire to masturbate, but I had to have some control
over my insatiable thirst for sex. Walking into the garden, the sun
bathing my naked body, drying me, I sat on the lawn and sipped my
tea. I should have been working on the book, I thought guiltily as
I examined my nipples. They were still elongated and very
sensitive, sore from the clamps and weights. Cupping my breasts in
my hands, I lowered my head and licked each milk teat in turn, the
sensations sending a delicious quiver through my womb.

Again, my
clitoris called for my intimate attention, and I brought my knees
up to my chest and parted my feet, my vaginal crack opening. Gazing
at my fleshy inner petals, I pulled my love lips apart and examined
my erect clitoris. She needed me, my caressing fingers, my
massaging fingers. If only I could lick between my swollen lips, I
reflected, pulling my pussy lips further apart and examining the
wet entrance to my love sheath. If only I could suck my clitoris to
orgasm.

Finishing my
tea, I returned to the kitchen. I had things to do, my clitoris
would have to wait. Entering the dining room, I looked at the sex
equipment, examined the wooden contraption. As far as I could make
out, the victim sat on the wooden base, her thighs held wide apart
by the leather straps, her cunt open, defenceless. Moving a lever,
I watched as the back of the chair lowered, positioning the victim
on her back. As I was about to move another lever, I heard a key in
the front door lock.

"The bitch," I
whispered, slipping through the French doors into the garden.
Leaping behind the conifers by the fence, my heart racing, I waited
and watched. She walked into the dining room and looked about,
obviously wondering where I was. Would she wait? I wondered
anxiously as she left the room. I might have to hide in the garden
for hours!

She returned
after a few minutes, obviously having searched the house. If Danny
had been in touch with her he'd have told her that I'd gone to
London. So what was she doing there? He couldn't have spoken to
her, I decided. He'd have told her about the police and she'd have
kept well away. As she walked into the hall, I emerged from my hide
and slipped into the dining room, praying that she was going to
leave.

Hearing her in
the lounge as I stood by the dining room door, I wondered who she
was talking to. The men? No, she was using my phone. "She's not
here," I heard her say. "OK, I'll come back later this afternoon.
Yes, I'll bring the cash round. Right, see you later."

As she left
the house, slamming the front door shut behind her, I rushed into
the lounge and grabbed the phone. Pressing the redial button, I
gazed in disbelief at the zero showing on the display. The bitch
must have deliberately erased the number she'd dialled. Though many
evil things, she obviously wasn't stupid, I thought in my
disappointment.

I decided that
she must have been talking to her boss. Bring the cash round? There
again, she might have phoned Danny, told him that she'd take the
cash to him. But no, she couldn't have been speaking to him - he
thought I was in London. Perhaps she'd tried to catch me before I
left for London, to remind me to get the money?

Pacing the
floor, I didn't know what to think. If only she'd mentioned the
name of the person she'd been talking to! All my eavesdropping had
done was deepen the mystery and I was now more confused than ever.
I needed to get out of the house for a while, I thought, deciding
to take a walk on the common. Surprisingly, I didn't want to meet
Barry, just to contemplate the puzzle.

Wearing only
my skimpy summer dress, I walked down the street, wondering when
Crystal would come round. I might miss her, I reflected as I neared
the common. But she'd call again. Walking across the grass, I
became aware of someone following me and stopped. Turning, I saw a
man approaching. One of the thugs? In his mid-thirties, dressed in
jeans and a T-shirt, his hair long and unkempt, he certainly looked
the part.

"Mrs Goodman?"
he asked, standing before me.

"Yes," I
replied softly.

"I have a
message for you."

"Oh?"

"The money or
the basement."

"Who... who
sent you?"

As he sloped
away, I felt dizzy with shock. I guessed my intuition had been
right - he was one of the thugs, I was sure, as he faded into the
distance. But now my aching mind weighed even heavier with intrigue
- questions. Had he been waiting outside the house to follow me,
the girl would have told him that I wasn't there. How had he known
I was at home? And that I was going to take a stroll? Nothing made
sense. Danny thought I was in London, the girl knew I wasn't at
home... Unless she'd heard me in the dining room.

Sitting on the
grass, my heart racing, I tried to work the puzzle out. The bitch
must have known that I was at home. Unless her boss had sent the
thug with the message and he'd happened to see me leave the house.
In that case, who had the bitch been talking to on the phone? Not
her boss, that was for sure. My mind swirling, I held my aching
head, trying to decide what to do.

The man might
not have been one of the thugs, I reflected. The bitch might have
sent a friend along with the message, someone who had no
involvement in the affair whatsoever. But that still didn't answer
the question as to how he knew I was at home, or that I'd go out.
Finally climbing to my feet, I walked towards the edge of the
common, dripping with confusion.

"Selina!" John
called from his car as I neared the road. "Come on, I'll give you a
lift."

"What are you
doing here?" I asked, not disguising my relief as I climbed into
the car.

"I was coming
to see you when I noticed the girl leaving your house. I was in two
minds as whether to follow her or check up on you, when I saw a man
lurking in the street, continually looking at your house. Then you
came out and walked down the street, and he followed you."

"Did the girl
speak to him?" I asked as he drove me home.

"No, he turned
up on the scene just after she'd walked off. What did he say to you
on the common?"

"The money or
the basement, that was the message."

"Let's go in
and have a coffee," he smiled, parking in my drive.

Following me
into the kitchen, he sat at the table as I filled the kettle.
Unable to think straight, I let him do the talking. I didn't
understand what was going on, or who was involved. All I wanted to
do was run away.

"I called
round last night on my way home but you must have gone to bed," he
said.

"Yes, I did,"
I replied, wondering whether to show him the dining room.

"I walked
round the back of the house in case the girl was with you, but it
was in darkness. Anyway, the plot would appear to be
thickening."

"You can say
that again," I smiled, passing him a cup of coffee.

"I don't mean
the incident on the common. I'm talking about your husband pulling
up at your house as I drove off to follow you and the man."

"What? He came
here?"

"Yes, he
did."

"He rang
earlier and I said that I was going to London for the day."

"He might have
come back to collect something, clothes or whatever."

"No, I don't
think so. I also said that the police were watching the house."

"If he'd told
the girl that, she wouldn't have been round. We must bear in mind
that they might not have been in touch since you spoke to him."