Sextortion, page 25
Chapter Thirteen
Clutching a bottle of wine, Chrissy arrived at seven wearing a red leather miniskirt and loose white blouse. Her long black hair shining in the light, her dark eyes sparkling, her succulent red lips glossed, she was eminently seducible. Following her into the lounge, I couldn't stop my gaze from falling on her rounded buttocks, her shapely thighs. My naked pussy lips swelling, I tried desperately to deny my lesbian desires as she sat on the sofa with her legs slightly parted.
I didn't tell her the latest news. I didn't want to think about it, let alone discuss it. As she sipped her wine, happily chatting, my arousal turned into an overwhelming feeling of despise. It was all right for her - apart from losing her job, she had no worries, no problems. My predicament wasn't her fault but, strangely, I felt like taking it out on her. Perhaps it was because she was the only one there.
As she reclined on the sofa, her dangerous red miniskirt riding up her firm thighs, I imagined her naked body hanging from the chains. The thin bamboo cane calling me, I wanted to thrash her full buttocks, vent my anger by lashing her until she sobbed for mercy. The notion was ridiculous, I knew, but I couldn't help my thoughts.
"Aren't you going to have a drink?" she asked.
"Yes, yes I am," I smiled, pouring myself a large glass of Chablis, wondering why John hadn't called in to see me. Where had Crystal got to?
"I've been looking forward to this evening. Stuck at home with nothing to do is so boring - I've been watching TV, pacing the floor, drinking coffee..."
As she rambled on, I gazed at her deep cleavage, the swell of her firm breasts revealed by her open blouse. I wanted to whip her mammary globes, lash her brown nipples until she screamed. My desire to punish her soaring, I felt my clitoris swell, my vagina tighten. As I was about to suggest that we go into the dining room, the sex room, the phone rang.
"Hallo," I answered.
It was John. "Just a quick call to check up on you. Is everything OK?" he asked.
"Yes, fine. You've got no more news, I suppose?"
"No, not yet. I'll let you know the minute I discover anything. I'll probably call in tomorrow morning, just to see how you are."
"Thanks, I'd like that."
"No word from your husband?"
"No, nothing."
"I rang the hotel porter, there haven't been any visitors."
"I suppose there's no need for the girl to go there, seeing as Danny visits her."
"Good point. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow."
As I hung up, Chrissy looked at me, her head cocked to one side as if she was waiting for news. At least John's call had temporarily dissuaded me from luring her into the dining room and caning her naked breasts. I wanted to suck her clitoris to orgasm.
"Well?" she finally asked. "I assume that was the detective?"
"Yes, it was."
"And?"
"Nothing, no more news."
"Are you all right, Selina? You seem distant."
"I'm OK. I suppose I'm just thinking about Danny and everything."
"It must be a hell of a weight on your mind. Why don't you go away for a while? It's all very well Danny staying in a hotel, but you're the one who needs to get away."
"I've thought about it before but... I don't know. If I disappear for a week or two, God knows what the bitch will do. I've even thought of moving to another town, or going abroad. I've thought of a hundred different ways of trying to get out of this mess, but never come up with anything positive. The detective suggested that I stay with a friend for a while. Would you mind me staying with you for a few days?"
"Well, I... You know what my place is like, so small that I can hardly move."
"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"If I had a bigger place, you'd be only too welcome to stay."
"No, no, I understand."
"Look, I think I'll go. I don't feel like drinking and, understandably, you're not in the mood."
"I'm sorry; it's just that I can't get all these worries out of my head."
"No, don't apologise. I'll give you a ring tomorrow."
"OK, Chrissy. You never know, I might have some more news by then."
"I hope so."
Finishing her wine, she smiled sweetly and rose to her feet, her skirt still high up her thighs. Eyeing her long, shapely legs, my ravenous clitoris pulsating, I imagined her yawning sex crack, her pink inner petals inviting my wet tongue. I desperately needed sex - like food, I couldn't go without orgasms, without vaginal milk and sperm. Was Chrissy's sex sheath wet? Was her clitoris ripe? I wanted to lick her gaping valley of desire, drink from her hot hole. I'd phone Crystal, I decided as I showed Chrissy out. Invite her to stay for the night.
Closing the front door, I was about to call Crystal when the phone rang. Dashing into the lounge and grabbing the receiver, I wasn't surprised to hear the bitch's voice, threatening me and demanding the five thousand pounds. Danny must have told her about the police, and she'd decided to ring rather than call. Telling her to bugger off as she threatened to thrash my naked buttocks, I felt smug. My plan was working.
"My boss isn't at all happy," she said menacingly.
"So you keep saying," I returned. "That's all you ever say to me."
"I mean it, Selina - he's not at all happy. He's instructed me to..."
"I know about the flat in Woodlands Road," I broke in.
"What?"
"I said, I know about the flat in Woodlands Road."
"What flat?"
"That's shaken you, hasn't it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't you? That's odd, seeing as you go there often enough."
"Don't play games with me, Selina. I want the money first thing in the morning."
"There is no more money. And talking of games, your game will soon be over. I'm closing in, Alison - closing in fast."
As she hung up, I knew I'd frightened the life out of her. She'd be pacing the floor now, wondering, floundering in her anxiety. A taste of her own medicine, I mused, pondering on her next move. If I never saw her again, that would be the end of the crude sex, I reflected. I had Crystal and Barry, but they weren't into bondage and whipping - something I'd become addicted to. I'd also miss anal sex, and four men spunking my orifices. But I could always find willing punters.
Not surprisingly, Danny called half an hour after the bitch had rung. She'd obviously phoned him, saying that I knew about the Woodlands Road flat and that I wasn't giving her any more money. I hated the sound of his voice.
"Any news?" he whined.
"No, nothing," I replied, wondering how he was going to question me about the flat.
"I rang the private dick and, again, he seemed to clam up. All he'd say was that he had nothing to go on and that he was still working on the case."
"I told you he was a waste of time, Danny. By the way, the police are still parked down the road."
"Are they? You'd think they'd have better things to do."
"They're not wasting their time checking tax discs; they're watching the house because they believe it's a brothel."
"This is a bloody nightmare! I'll come home in the morning, it's pointless staying here."
"All right, if you think it's best."
"Yes, I do. Apart from anything else, look at the money we're wasting."
"The hotel bill is nothing in comparison with what I've given that tart."
"No, but... Christ, this bloody pay phone eats money. I'll see you tomorrow, about ten."
"OK, bye."
Now Danny would be pacing the floor, wondering what to do. I really felt that I was winning, at long last. If I told Danny that the police had been to see me again, asking about a prostitute named Alison who hung around the Thieves' Tavern, I'd really put the wind up them. Pleased with myself, I decided to have an early night and climbed the stairs to bed. I wanted to call Crystal, to hold her naked body close to mine, but with Danny due home at ten... I'd call her in the morning.
The first thing I did when I leapt out of bed the next day was call John and tell him that Danny was due home. "In that case, I won't come round," he said pensively. "Your husband rang me last night and..."
"Yes, he told me. I could meet you by the common," I said, rather too eagerly.
"I haven't any news so..."
"It'll be nice to see you, John."
"OK, what time?"
"Say, eleven?"
"Fine, I'll be there."
Another mistake, I thought, imagining seducing him on the common, sucking the sperm from his orgasming knob. John was becoming a friend, and I didn't want to spoil that friendship with my nymphomaniac desires. I'd just sit in his car and talk, if my clitoris would let me.
Slipping into my dress, I began to clear out the dining room. Lugging the wooden contraption through the French doors, I dragged it down the garden and hid it behind the bushes. Unhooking the chains, I bundled them into the shed along with the vibrators and the cane. Managing to unscrew the hooks from the ceiling, I looked around the bare room, again wondering where my furniture was. The bitch had probably called a house clearance firm - I was surprised that she'd not sold my new three-piece suite! Danny would no doubt feign astonishment when he discovered the furniture gone. Just to confuse him further, I'd tell him that I'd sold it.
When he finally arrived, he kissed me, making out that he was really pleased to see me. Knowing that he'd been screwing the slag, probably fucking her arse, I could have wrung his neck. But I had to remain calm, at least until John had conclusive evidence. Then I'd really let rip!
"It's odd that the girl hasn't even phoned you," he remarked, making himself a cup of coffee.
"I reckon that she knows about the police," I replied, seething with anger.
"How could she know?"
"You tell me."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. So, what are your plans for today?"
"I don't know, yet. I might try and get back into writing."
"I'm going out soon, so you'll have some peace."
"Where are you going?"
"Just for a walk. By the way, I've sold the dining room furniture."
"Sold it?"
"I want to buy a new table and chairs, and a Welsh dresser. Oh, I forgot to tell you - the police came round last night."
"What did they want?"
"They asked me about a prostitute who hangs around the Thieves' Tavern, her name's Alison."
"Christ, that's..."
"Yes, I know. They're closing in on her; she's wanted for things other than prostitution."
"Did they say what?"
"No, they didn't. But, at long last, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. Whoever's involved, it won't be long now before they're exposed."
Watching for his reaction, I was surprised that he didn't look shocked. Sipping his coffee, he seemed to be deep in thought, and I wondered whether he'd go up to his den and ring the tart, warn her about the police and the pub. As I wandered out into the garden, my clitoris yearning for my intimate attention, Danny followed and started talking about the grass, how it needed cutting.
"You don't seem very pleased," I said, feeling my juices seeping from my sex sheath.
"Pleased?"
"That we might get to the bottom of things."
"Of course I'm pleased! I suppose it's difficult to imagine the nightmare coming to an end. I'm also worried about you, Selina - what they'll do to you."
"They won't do anything."
"With the evidence they have, I'm sure they'll..."
"I intend to get my hands on the evidence. Once we discover where the bitch lives, and who she's working with..."
"With? Don't you mean for?"
"No, I mean with. She hasn't got a boss, Danny. She's in this with someone, a partner."
"How do you work that out?"
"While you've been away I've been doing some digging around. I've discovered quite a lot."
"Such as?"
"Until the mystery's solved, I'm not going to say anything."
"You can tell me, surely?"
"I'd rather not. Anyway, I'm going for a walk."
"Will you be long?"
"No, I just need some fresh air. See you later."
Slipping upstairs and taking my vibrator from beneath the pillow, I bent my knees and drove it deep into my yearning vagina. Grabbing a pair of panties from the drawer, I tugged them up my legs, the tight material keeping the vibrator in place. I'd switch it on later, I decided, descending the stairs, my cunt tightening around the pink phallus. Perhaps enjoy an orgasm as I walked along the street.
Leaving the house, I pondered on Danny, his involvement with the girl. No doubt he'd phoned her the minute I'd gone and they'd both be worrying, sweating. But what could they do? Believing the police to be watching the house, and asking after a prostitute named Alison, there wasn't much they could do other than play it cool for a while. Whatever happened, I prayed for John to come up with some answers.
"Hi!" he called as I approached his car.
"You're early," I smiled, climbing into the passenger seat, all too aware of the vibrator massaging my inner flesh.
"I have an hour or so before my next appointment. So, he's come home?"
"Yes, he has. I told him that I was going for a walk and..."
"Get down! Here comes your red BMW!"
"Are you sure?" I quavered, ducking beneath the dashboard.
"Sure as hell. Right, let's follow him."
Turning the car round, John kept his distance as he cruised past the common. This was what I'd been waiting for, I reflected as we turned a corner. To catch Danny going into the flats or, better still, talking to the bitch, would be all the proof I needed to throw him out.
"There he goes!" John said animatedly, parking some distance away from my car. "Straight into the flats."
"Let's go in after him," I whispered, grabbing his arm.
"No, that's not the way to do it. We'll wait here for a while and see what happens."
"I told him I'd be an hour or so, he won't stay in there for long."
"He certainly is a regular visitor to this place."
"We'll never find out which flat it is by sitting here."
"Usually, whoever I'm following doesn't know me. Normally, I would go in, making out that I'm visiting someone, but in this case... Hang on, he's coming out! Keep your head down."
"He won't see me from here."
"No, but we don't want to take any risks. He wasn't long, perhaps the girl's out. OK, he's driving off."
"There must be a way of finding out which flat she's in."
"As I said, she's not on the electoral register. Mind you, most people who rent aren't. I'll go in and have a snoop round. You stay here."
"OK."
I instinctively knew we were almost there; we'd almost got the bitch - and Danny. Gazing at the flats as John rang one of the bells I also knew that the photographs and video tapes were in there. So near and yet so far, I mused, watching as someone opened the door. I grinned as John went inside - so far, so good! He was obviously used to this sort of thing and had come up with some reason or other to go in. But what would he do next?
"Well," he said forlornly on returning some ten minutes later. "I knocked on a few doors making out that I was looking for my long-lost sister, a girl with long blonde hair, but everyone reckons there's no one living there of that description."
"She must live there!" I returned, almost angrily.
"OK, calm down. What I'll do is drop you back at the common and then have a word with the caretaker. If I can get a list of names..."
"Can't I wait here?"
"No, it's best that you go home. I'll ring you if I come up with anything."
As we headed for the common, I didn't want to go home and have to wait for news, or face Danny and his lies. Perhaps I'd go to the thinking place to see whether Barry was there, I thought as John parked the car. I'd get him to vibrate my solid clitoris to orgasm, I'd suck his sperm, and then kneel astride him and ride him, bouncing up and down on his solid cock as I fucked him.
"OK, I'll call you," John said, obviously eager to get back to the flats.
"Don't make me wait too long," I smiled, climbing out of the car.
"I'll ring you no matter what."
As he roared off, I wandered across the common, my cunt wetting, my pleasure spot swelling as I pictured Barry's erect penis, his rolling balls, his sperm jetting from his purple knob. The chances of him being there were pretty remote, but I had to look. Wandering through the bushes I came to our thinking place, our fucking place, but he wasn't there. Desperate for sex, I wondered what to do as I looked about. No Barry, no Crystal... All I could do was masturbate.
Pulling my dress over my head, I slipped my wet panties off and lay my naked body on the soft grass, parting my legs as wide as I could. Running my finger up and down my hairless sex crack, lubricating my swollen clitoris with my juices of arousal, I closed my eyes as the beautiful sensations rippled through my body. Never in my life had I needed to come so much, and I parted my vaginal lips with my free hand and slipped the vibrator out of my hot cunt. Switching the device on, I ran the tip around my pulsating pleasure spot.
"Yes!" I cried jubilantly as pre-orgasmic waves of pleasure rolled though my naked body. Lost in my arousal, oblivious to my surroundings, I took myself to my shuddering climax. My clitoris pulsating, my lust juices flowing from my open sex hole, I trembled uncontrollably as my pleasure peaked. Whimpering, crying out as I sustained my incredible climax, I arched my back, my head tossing from side to side as I masturbated with the vibrator beneath the hot sun.
My first orgasm beginning to subside, I lay quivering on the grass, desperate to come again. Lifting my leg, reaching beneath my thigh, I slipped two fingers deep into my sopping cunt and massaged the silken walls of my sex sheath. My creamy duct lovingly hugged my caressing fingers, but I needed a penis driving in and out of my cunt, a huge knob spunking my cervix. I needed Crystal's darting tongue.
As I was about to take myself to another mind-blowing climax, I heard a rustling in the bushes and froze. A rabbit? A bird? I wasn't sure as I lay motionless on the grass, my fingers embedded deep within my yearning cunt. Slowly turning my head, gazing through my eyelashes, I saw a face peering through the bushes. It looked like a young man but, staring through my half-closed eyes, I couldn't be sure. Had he seen me walking through the bushes and followed me? I pondered, my stomach somersaulting as a lascivious quiver ran up my spine.
