Sextortion (8 page)

"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.