Lust Call (23 page)

DRESSED IN A
long skirt and top, and bra and panties, I'd had several cups of coffee and was pacing the lounge floor waiting for Jane. Sam had to be my blackmailer, I thought, pondering on the evidence. He didn't have ginger hair, but he went out in the evenings, he'd been off work, he knew my phone number and email address, it had been his idea to invite me to his place when he'd known that Jane would be out . . . He had to be my man. Jane would never believe me, of course, but my accusation might make her think.

Half an hour to go, I mused apprehensively as I wandered into the dining room and switched the computer on. I wondered if Jane had thrown Sam out of the house. Recalling her words, I felt my stomach churn.
I'll be there at nine. And, half an hour later, I'll ring Dave on his mobile and tell him what a dirty little slut he's married to
. This was worse than a nightmare, I thought, then I noticed an email from Brian.

I was going to reply but thought it best to wait for the outcome of my meeting with Jane. I left the desk to gaze out of the patio doors at the garden, wondering why my blackmailer hadn't mentioned the girl he'd forced me to lick. Also, if this was Sam, why was he still threatening me when his marriage was in ruins?
I will give you your instructions later
. What the hell was he planning? Almost jumping out of my skin as the doorbell rang, I checked the time. Exactly nine o'clock. This is it, I thought fearfully as I walked through the hall. Checking my reflection in the mirror, I brushed my long blonde hair back with my fingers and flattened my skirt with my palms.

‘Hi, Jane,' I said softly, opening the door. She said nothing as she walked past me into the hall and headed for the lounge. I closed the door and followed her. ‘Thanks for coming,' I breathed as she sat in the armchair.

‘You have half an hour before I ring Dave,' she said coldly, glancing at her watch.

‘What happened last night was . . .' I began.

‘I know what happened last night,' she cut in. ‘I want to know why it happened.'

‘I'll be honest and tell you everything. Sam had been blackmailing me.'

‘My God,' she gasped, shaking her head. ‘Is that the best you can do? I realised that you've spent half the night dreaming up lies, but that's ridiculous.'

‘It's the truth,' I persisted.

‘They say that truth is stranger than fiction, but to tell me that Sam is blackmailing you . . . OK, I'll go
along with your lies. What is Sam blackmailing you over?'

‘I've been having an affair.'

‘You mean, you've been fucking someone else's husband as well as mine? That doesn't surprise me.'

‘I've been receiving emails. Someone took photographs of me with another man and sent them to me by email. This person has been creeping about in the alleyway at the end of my garden and . . .'

‘Why on earth do you suspect Sam?'

I told her the whole story and, judging by her expression, I reckoned that she was beginning to think twice about her husband. She agreed with me, reckoning that it all pointed to Sam, but she was adamant that he wasn't the culprit. Picking up on the ginger hair, she thought it ludicrous when I suggested that Sam might have a wig. I checked the time: ten minutes to go before she rang Dave. I hadn't convinced her, but I hoped that she might at least feel a little sympathy for me.

‘It's a good story,' she finally said. ‘A nice piece of fiction.'

‘I've told you the truth,' I sighed. ‘Obviously, whatever you do now is up to you. I received another email this morning and . . .'

‘Sam is staying with his mother,' she enlightened me. ‘She doesn't have a computer.'

‘Well, maybe Sam has been able to . . .'

‘Sarah, you've admitted to fucking several men behind Dave's back. Because you were caught fucking my husband, you're trying to wriggle out of it by dreaming up a fantastic story about blackmail. Your story might be plausible if you hadn't invented a lesbian. Why would Sam bring another girl along? Or another man, for that matter. OK, so he blackmails you and you have sex with him in return for him
keeping quiet. Why would he force you to have sex with another man and a girl?'

‘I don't know,' I breathed, hanging my head. ‘I suppose I was hoping that you were going to say that he's been having an affair.'

‘He's had a couple of weeks off work, and he goes out for walks most evenings. But I've not had the slightest inkling that he's been seeing another girl.'

‘You must have more than an inkling now,' I returned. ‘You caught him fucking me, for God's sake.'

‘Well, yes . . .'

‘He had no qualms about fucking me, so why not fuck someone else? It takes two, Jane.'

‘Yes, I know . . . OK, so Sam has been unfaithful. But, I thought you were a good friend, Sarah. Why did you . . .'

‘You thought Sam was your loving husband,' I cut in. ‘As a friend, I've let you down. As a husband, Sam's let you down. He was blackmailing me, Jane. You might not think that a good enough reason, but that's why I did it. Would you like a cup of coffee?'

‘Yes, yes all right.'

Leaving her in the lounge, I went to the kitchen and filled the kettle. All I could hope was that, even if she didn't believe that Sam was blackmailing me, she might at least feel a little sympathetic towards my predicament. What if I was wrong about Sam, I reflected as I poured the coffee. Right or wrong, Jane had caught us fucking in her house. Taking the coffees into the lounge, I was still convinced that Sam was my blackmailer.

Jane was very attractive, I thought as I passed her a cup of coffee and retook my seat on the sofa. Her long black hair shining in the light, her make-up impeccable, she looked damned good for her age.
But, she looked tired and haggard. Strangely, I didn't feel guilty for ruining her marriage. It was Sam's fault, I reflected. I was a slut and I'd come on strong to him, but it was his fault. Had he not blackmailed me, threatened to send the photographs to Dave, none of this would have happened. Or, would it? I'd set my sights on Sam before I'd suspected him. I had to be honest with myself, I thought. I'd fucked Sam because I'd wanted to. It had nothing to do with blackmail.

‘I'm not going to phone Dave,' Jane announced. ‘Not just yet, anyway.'

‘Oh, right,' I breathed with a sigh of relief.

‘If you'd thought that Sam was blackmailing you, then you should have told me. I was your friend, Sarah. You should have come to me.'

‘I know but . . . I had no idea that it was Sam until I was at your place. I'd not suspected him at all.'

‘So, what made you suspect him?'

‘Everything added up. It was his idea to invite me round for the evening, he knew my email address and phone number . . .'

‘Just because he knows your email address, it doesn't mean to say that he's blackmailing you. He must have said something to make you believe that he was the blackmailer. Did he order you to pull your knickers down? Did he say that he'd send the photographs to Dave unless you fucked him?'

‘Well, no . . . I instinctively knew that it was him. Was there a big row after I'd gone?'

‘No, no. We had a wonderful evening together and then we went to bed early and made love all night. Of course there was a big fucking row, Sarah.'

‘Yes, I'm sorry.'

‘I don't know what to do,' she sighed.

‘Does Sam have a camera?'

‘Yes, a digital camera. Come to think of it, he usually takes it with him when he goes out for a walk.'

‘I know that he's the blackmailer, Jane. I can understand that you don't want to believe it, but he's been blackmailing me.'

‘You say that you had an email this morning?'

‘Yes, that's right. He's going to contact me later and give me instructions. He was annoyed because I was hanging around in the alley and . . .'

‘Yes, so you said earlier.' Drinking her coffee, she seemed to be deep in thought. ‘OK, ring me when he contacts you,' she said decisively. ‘When you meet him by the fence, I'll be here.'

‘All right,' I replied, feeling a lot easier. ‘It might be an idea to check his computer when you get home.'

‘I'd already thought of that.' She finished her coffee, left her chair and headed for the hall. ‘Ring me,' she said before leaving the house.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I took the cups into the kitchen and wandered out on to the patio. I doubted very much that Jane and I would ever be friends again, but I reckoned that she wouldn't phone Dave now and destroy my marriage. If she confronted Sam, he'd obviously deny everything. At least he'd know that I'd cottoned on to him, I mused. And he might back off and leave me alone. A terrible thought struck me as I sat on a patio chair. If Jane discovered the photographs on Sam's computer, she might send them to Dave out of spite. Her marriage was in ruins, so why not ruin mine?

My marriage was already in ruins, I reflected. It was only a matter of time before Dave discovered my wanton ways of debauched sex and we split up. I'd cross that bridge when I came to it, I decided.
Wondering when I'd receive an email giving me my instructions, I couldn't imagine Sam wanting to fuck me through the hole in the fence. He'd been thrown out of his house and was having to live with his mother, and I doubted that he'd be in the mood for sex. And, if he did turn up, he'd have the shock of his life when Jane caught him with his cock sticking through the hole in the fence.

‘Hi, sexy,' Barry called over the fence. ‘You're looking gorgeous this morning.'

‘I'm not feeling gorgeous,' I breathed, smiling at him.

‘What's the problem?'

‘Oh, I don't know. I'm wondering where Dave went to the other night. Why start walking with you to the pub, and then go off somewhere else?'

‘God knows. I came out to talk to you yesterday but you were with that guy from down the road.'

‘Keith, yes. He's a nice chap.'

‘Better than me?' he quipped with a chuckle.

‘Barry, I don't have sex with every man I meet. Keith is a friend, that's all.'

‘If you say so. There's been nothing more from the photographer, I take it?'

‘The photographer?' I echoed. ‘Oh, you mean the blackmailer? No, I've heard nothing.'

‘That's good. Why the long skirt on a day like this? I hope you're not wearing panties.'

‘I'm wearing panties and a bra, Barry.'

‘You should be in your bikini, Sarah. You look good in a bikini. If fact, you look even better naked. Jilly's at her mother's again so, how about a little fun?'

‘Later,' I sighed, leaving my chair. ‘I have things to do.'

‘This afternoon?' he persisted.

‘Yes, yes all right. I'll wear my bikini this afternoon.'

‘And I'll take it off.'

‘Maybe.'

‘You look as though you need cheering up, Sarah. I'll make you happy this afternoon, OK?'

‘OK.'

I wandered back into the house and went up to my bedroom to change into a short skirt and a loose-fitting blouse. Barry was right, the weather was too good to wear a long skirt. I felt lost, as though I had no direction, as I went down to the dining room and sat at the computer. Normally, I'd have jumped at the chance of having sex with Barry in the garden. But my mind was flooded with worry over Jane and Sam and I couldn't even think about sex. Checking my emails, I felt my heart miss a beat as I noticed one from Brian.

Why wasn't Sam going to be there? I had no idea where his mother lived. Maybe it was too far to travel? But, he had a car. Perhaps he'd known that Jane was going to talk to me and he'd guessed that I'd tell her everything. Wondering whether to phone her, I really didn't see the point if Sam wasn't going to turn up. The plan had been to catch Sam with his cock through the hole in the fence, not a teenage
lesbian pressing her pussy to the hole. Maybe I could trap her, I pondered. I wasn't unfit, and I reckoned that I'd be able to . . . God, I thought. The last thing I wanted was a punch-up.

With the time approaching eleven, I slipped through the bushes into Rob's garden and went into the alleyway using his back gate. I was an hour early, and doubted that the girl would be there yet. As I hid in the woods, I reckoned that she'd turn up before twelve to make sure that I wasn't waiting to pounce on her. But I'd beaten her to it. Sitting on the ground, keeping an eye on the alley through the leaves of a bush, I instinctively knew that I was about to discover the identities of those involved in blackmailing me.

Only half an hour had passed when I heard someone approaching. Peering through the bush, I was horrified to see Keith lurking in the alleyway. He could ruin everything, I thought anxiously. What the hell did he think he was playing at? I supposed that he was only trying to help me, and wondered whether I should call him into the woods and tell him what was going on. I was about to make myself known to him when, luckily, he walked away.

Hoping that Derek wouldn't turn up and hang about, I kept perfectly still behind the bush. If I blew this, I'd be in serious trouble, I reflected as I recalled the blackmailer's words.
Any tricks, and I won't hesitate to send the photos to your husband
. I wondered if Jane had checked Sam's computer yet. Maybe I should have phoned her and told her what was going on. The trouble was that I had no plan. I didn't even know what I was going to do when the girl arrived. Leap out of the bushes and attack her?