Sextortion (4 page)

"Don't answer
the door, Danny. I don't want her here again."

"No, listen.
He's hoping to see her park her car. He wants us to let her in to
give him time to call a copper he knows. From the registration
number, he can get her name and address."

"How will that
help?"

"He's going to
put the frighteners on her. I dread to think how, but..."

"She's working
for a man who dishes the dirt on celebrities and..."

"Shit! Why
didn't you tell me?"

"She mentioned
it last night. I forgot..."

"What else did
she say?"

"Her name's
Diana."

"I'd better
ring the dick and let him know. I wish you'd told me earlier,
Selina."

"I'm
sorry."

"It's OK, I'll
go and ring him now."

I spent the
rest of the morning sitting at my desk staring at the computer
screen while Danny persevered with his writing. Although I'd
decided never to write another book, I tried to think about my
second novel. I'd written the synopsis and my head had been
brimming with ideas, but now? Talk about writer's block, I couldn't
construct one sentence! All I could think about was the girl coming
round that evening, having to let her in and listen to her crude
demands for sex.

"How the hell
did I get into this?" I muttered, finally giving up all hope of
writing and switching the computer off. But at least we had help
now, the private detective. He'd find out about the girl and... No
doubt he was used to this sort of thing and knew how to deal with
blackmailers.

Danny returned
to his scribbling after a ham salad lunch, while I sat in the
garden. Checking my watch every five minutes, the afternoon dragged
on as the evening drew closer. Finally, I went up to the bedroom
and changed. For some reason I felt in competition with the girl -
as if I had to out-dress her. Perhaps, subconsciously, I was afraid
that Danny might fancy her. She was extremely attractive and... but
I was sure I had no worries on that front.

Donning a red
miniskirt and white silk blouse, I brushed my chestnut hair and
applied my make-up meticulously. I knew I looked good - far better
than that tramp! But, more importantly, I felt good.

By seven
o'clock, I was feeling far from good - I was a nervous wreck!
Pacing the lounge floor, wringing my hands and knocking back
glasses of wine like there was no tomorrow, I almost jumped out of
my skin when the doorbell rang. Praying for the detective to be in
the street, I flashed Danny an anxious look. What was he thinking?
I wondered as he brushed his hair away from his dark eyes. Smiling
reassuringly, he took a deep breath and went to answer the
door.

Gulping down
my wine, I refilled the glass for the umpteenth time, my hands
shaking uncontrollably as I heard the door close. Following Danny
into the lounge in a gabardine coat, the bitch grinned at me. I
felt a mixture of hatred and anger, frustration and defeat as Danny
offered her a drink. Watching him pour her a glass of Chablis, I
realized how ridiculous the situation was. Our blackmailer was
standing in our lounge ordering white wine! I could have wrung her
bloody neck!

"This is
cosy," she smiled smugly, sipping her drink and placing her glass
on the mantlepiece. "Do you mind if I take my coat off?"

"No, of course
not," Danny simpered, a little too friendlily for my liking.

As she took
her coat off and tossed it over the armchair, I gasped with horror.
She was completely naked! Standing with her back to the
mantlepiece, her face beaming as she proudly displayed her breasts,
her well-trimmed, blonde pubic thatch, she watched for my reaction.
All I could do was stand there, unable to speak, unable to believe
what I was seeing. The audacity, the gall... And I'd thought I'd
out-dress her!

I turned and
looked at Danny, wondering what he was thinking as he stared at her
curvaceous body. A thousand demented thoughts tumbled through my
aching head. Did he fancy her? Did she turn him on? Did he want to
fuck her? Still speechless, my eyes darting between him and the
naked girl, I was absolutely stunned.

"We might as
well get down to business," she said huskily, cupping her breasts
in her hands and flicking her erect nipples. "Come on, Danny - come
over here and finger my cunt."

"You dirty
bitch!" I finally managed to spit. "You filthy, dirty
little..."

My words
tailed off as Danny walked across the room and stood before her. I
thought he was going to slap her face as he placed his glass on the
mantlepiece and raised his hand, but he held his head, obviously
shocked by her impertinence. Moving forward, I was about to dowse
her in wine when a succession of flashes lit up the room like
lightening. Turning, I looked through the window just in time to
see someone dashing down the front path. Danny rushed out of the
room in pursuit of the bitch's accomplice, the front door slamming
shut as he raced into the street.

"Just a little
more evidence," the girl smirked. "The three of us in your lounge
enjoying a cosy drink will make quite a nice shot. What with me
naked, I don't think there'll be any doubt as to what we were up
to, do you?"

I was still
too dazed, too numb with shock to speak. This was incredible! I
didn't know whether to smash her in the face or... All I could do
was stand there, open-mouthed, my hands trembling, my heart racing
wildly as adrenalin coursed through my veins.

Why blackmail
me? There were plenty of people who had far more money than me.
Although I'd thought the girl insane, she was far from it - she was
clever, devious beyond belief. But, apart from building evidence
against me, taking my money, what was her ultimate aim? To take my
husband?

"I was too
bloody late," Danny panted, scowling at the girl as he returned to
the lounge.

"Too late to
halt the proceedings," she grinned, parting her vaginal lips with
her slender fingers and displaying the most intimate part of her
body. "Come on, Danny - kneel down and finger my cunt."

He looked at
me like a child, as if asking what he should do. How the hell did I
know? What with the tart's latest photographs, the evidence was
more than damning. It was blatant proof that my husband and I had
an illicit relationship with a whore!

"Danny, I need
to speak to you," I gulped, leaving the room. As he followed me
into the kitchen, I closed the door. "What the hell do we do?" I
whispered urgently.

"I don't
bloody know!" he returned angrily. "She's got more bloody
photographs now. I'll tell you one thing, I'm not going to touch
the filthy tart!"

"But, the
evidence she's got..."

"I know, I
know! Do you think I'm fucking stupid? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
have a go at you. Christ, this is getting worse by the bloody
minute."

"There's only
one way out of it," I sighed resignedly.

"No way! I'm
not going to..."

"Do as she
asks, just this once, and the next time we'll..."

"Selina, I am
not going to..."

"Christ,
Danny! She's got so much on me now that she could ruin me! You said
yourself about the tabloids. Pictures of you and me in the lounge
with a naked tart... What will my publisher think, let alone our
friends and neighbours?"

"Fuck the
neighbours!"

"Just finger
the bitch and then tell her to bugger off. We'll never let her in
again, we won't answer the door or..."

"And she'll go
to the papers, Selina."

"Yes, but
it'll give us time. We need time to think, to plan our next move.
Besides, the private detective might have..."

"You do
realize what you're asking me to do, don't you?" he interrupted me.
"Adultery, Selina - I'd be committing adultery while you
watch."

"You don't
have to go all the way, just... just finger her."

"How are you
going to feel watching me do that? What's this going to do to our
relationship?"

"Nothing, it's
just a cold, clinical act."

"All right,
but I'm not at all happy about this."

"You're not
happy? How the hell do you think I feel?"

We returned to
the lounge to find the girl sitting with her thighs spread, her
legs over the arms of the chair, her glistening vaginal entrance
clearly displayed between her yawning sex lips. Massaging her
clitoris with her fingertips, her eyes partially closed, she was
obviously delighting in my plight as she let out little gasps of
pleasure.

Truth stranger than fiction
. The words
haunted me. I could never have dreamed up a story like this! I had
a damned good imagination, but this was beyond imagination, it
was... I didn't know what is was. To call it a nightmare would be
an understatement. It was a living hell!

As Danny knelt
on the floor and flashed me an accusing look, his hand tentatively
moving towards her bared femininity, I gazed at the lewd scene in
bewilderment. Stretching her fleshy sex lips wide apart, fully
exposing her clitoris, she ordered him to finger her. I moved
closer, standing by the side of the chair and focusing on her pink
inner lips, her gaping vaginal entrance. I'd never seen another
woman's vulva, let alone displayed so blatantly, so crudely - let
alone on offer to my husband!

Again, I found
myself wondering whether Danny fancied her, whether the lewd sight
turned him on. The girl looked as if she was posing for a dirty
men's magazine. Danny was a normal red-blooded male - so why
shouldn't he become aroused? But this was different, I tried to
convince myself - she was blackmailing us.

Parting her
pussy lips further, the slut again repeated her vile demand. As his
finger entered her, she gasped and moved forward in the chair until
her buttocks were over the edge of the cushion, his finger now
fully inserted into her luscious vagina. Massaging her exposed
clitoris, she looked up at me through her eyelashes and offered me
a salacious grin.

"That's nice,"
she murmured dreamily. "But I want more fingers up my cunt."
Complying, Danny slipped another two fingers into her lubricating
vagina, looking up at me every now and then, no doubt wondering
what I was thinking. But I wasn't thinking anything. My mind blank,
I felt numb, as if I'd been anaesthetised. My husband fingering a
naked girl while I watched...

"Now you've
juiced my cunt, I want you to fuck me," she breathed in her
crudity.

"No!" I cried
as another series of flashes illuminated the room.

"More
evidence," she purred. "It's no good chasing my friend; he'll be
well away by now."

"You're a
fucking bitch!" Danny hissed, yanking his wet fingers out of her
glistening honeypot. "If you think I'm going to..."

"I don't
think, I know!" she giggled. "Come on, get your stiff cock out and
fuck my hot cunt. Fuck me really hard and spunk up my cunt."

Frowning, his expression anguished, Danny looked up at me
again. Stiff cock? Did he have an erection? I wondered. His words
teased me.
What's this going to do to our
relationship?
I didn't know what it would
do. The normal reaction to infidelity was devastation, anger,
hatred - invariably divorce. But the situation wasn't normal and I
felt no such emotions for Danny. I hated the girl,
but...

"I'm waiting
for you to fuck me," she grinned.

"No!" Danny
returned firmly.

"I now have
photographs of you fingering my cunt with your wife watching you.
Selina Goodman, best-selling novelist, a household name..."

"Look, we
might be able to raise a little more cash," Danny said
sullenly.

"I want you to
raise your cock!" she giggled.

Her filthy
words grating on my mind, I watched Danny tug his zip down. A tear
ran down my cheek as I drew the curtains and he pulled his penis
out. If we had to go through with this, I wasn't going to have any
photographs taken of the vile scene. We were giving the detective
time, I had to remember that. Danny fucking the girl was simply a
means to an end. Checking for chinks in the curtains, I took a deep
breath and stood by the chair, mesmerized by his penis - stiff,
erect and ready for vaginal penetration.

He must have
been aroused, I mused as he moved nearer, his swollen glans
hovering close to the tart's gaping vaginal entrance. Would any man
be able get an erection in this situation? What was he thinking?
His penis wouldn't stiffen unless... I tried to steer my thoughts
away from lovemaking and look upon the imminent act as cold and
clinical, vile and filthy.

"Shove it
right up my wet cunt," the slut breathed in her vulgarity as she
eyed his solid penis. "Come on, fuck my beautiful cunt." What would
his thoughts be were the roles reversed? I found myself wondering.
Were I to be reclined in the chair with my vagina on offer to
another man, a stranger, what thoughts would fill his mind? Would
he cry rivers of tears from the devastation? Would his heart
break?

As I watched
his purple glans slip between her wet inner lips, sexual contact
made, adultery committed, my faith, my very being, crumbled. My
thoughts screamed at me. No! Marriage vows had been broken, torn
asunder, and I wondered how many times I'd be forced to watch the
illicit coupling. This was only the beginning, I instinctively knew
as his shaft entered her, gliding deep into her pleasure hole as
she gasped and writhed in the chair. This was only the
beginning.

"Mmm, you've
got a big cock," she murmured appreciatively, her head thrown back,
her eyes closed. Danny didn't look up at me as he withdrew his
glistening penis and thrust into her again. How did I feel? I
didn't know, all reality, all perception, paralysed. It was as if,
in my dreams, I was watching a blue movie.