I did say that Danny had
screwed her while I'd watched. Hooking her long raven hair behind
her ears, she listened intently, her eyes widening or frowning as I
mentioned the thugs and the basement, the money and the naked
girl.
"I'll tell you
what I think," she pronounced when I'd finished. "Danny's in on
it."
"No, he's
not," I replied. "Admittedly, it did cross my mind, but he's
not."
"It fits,
Selina," she insisted, raising her eyebrows. "It fits
perfectly."
"I know it
does, but... What would he have to gain by dreaming up fantastic
stories of abduction and being tied up in a basement?"
"Money."
"But it's our
money."
"Sex."
"If he wanted
to have an affair, he wouldn't go to all this trouble. And why have
me watch him screw a girl?"
"He might get
a kick out of it."
"You should
write fiction, Chrissy! God, you're so cynical!"
"I can't help
it. Anyway, it fits."
Closing the
door, I told her about the girl forcing me to strip, about her
fingering and licking me to orgasm. Her expression one of
disbelief, she didn't take her eyes off me until I'd finished
relating the sordid details. Saying nothing, she sipped her coffee,
obviously mulling over the incredible act the girl had performed on
my naked body. Initially, I was so embarrassed that I wished I
hadn't said anything.
"Shit!" she
finally breathed. "And you say you haven't told Danny?"
"How the hell
can I?"
"Yes, I see
your point. God! What are you going to do?"
"I don't know.
What would you do?"
"I'd tell the
girl where to get off. Tell her that she can go to the newspapers
and..."
"I've thought
about that. But there's more to this than simple blackmail,
Chrissy."
"How do you
mean?"
"If I was
rich, a millionairess, I could understand it. But going to all this
trouble for a relatively small amount of money - the photographs,
snatching Danny... Somehow, it doesn't add up."
"It's not that
much trouble for, what did you reckon, fifty grand?"
"Yes, but...
There's something that I can't quite put my finger on. I don't know
why, but I feel that there's far more to this than meets the
eye."
"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
screwed her while I'd watched. Hooking her long raven hair behind
her ears, she listened intently, her eyes widening or frowning as I
mentioned the thugs and the basement, the money and the naked
girl.
"I'll tell you
what I think," she pronounced when I'd finished. "Danny's in on
it."
"No, he's
not," I replied. "Admittedly, it did cross my mind, but he's
not."
"It fits,
Selina," she insisted, raising her eyebrows. "It fits
perfectly."
"I know it
does, but... What would he have to gain by dreaming up fantastic
stories of abduction and being tied up in a basement?"
"Money."
"But it's our
money."
"Sex."
"If he wanted
to have an affair, he wouldn't go to all this trouble. And why have
me watch him screw a girl?"
"He might get
a kick out of it."
"You should
write fiction, Chrissy! God, you're so cynical!"
"I can't help
it. Anyway, it fits."
Closing the
door, I told her about the girl forcing me to strip, about her
fingering and licking me to orgasm. Her expression one of
disbelief, she didn't take her eyes off me until I'd finished
relating the sordid details. Saying nothing, she sipped her coffee,
obviously mulling over the incredible act the girl had performed on
my naked body. Initially, I was so embarrassed that I wished I
hadn't said anything.
"Shit!" she
finally breathed. "And you say you haven't told Danny?"
"How the hell
can I?"
"Yes, I see
your point. God! What are you going to do?"
"I don't know.
What would you do?"
"I'd tell the
girl where to get off. Tell her that she can go to the newspapers
and..."
"I've thought
about that. But there's more to this than simple blackmail,
Chrissy."
"How do you
mean?"
"If I was
rich, a millionairess, I could understand it. But going to all this
trouble for a relatively small amount of money - the photographs,
snatching Danny... Somehow, it doesn't add up."
"It's not that
much trouble for, what did you reckon, fifty grand?"
"Yes, but...
There's something that I can't quite put my finger on. I don't know
why, but I feel that there's far more to this than meets the
eye."
"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
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