by Bridy McAvoy
Three or four minutes later it was over, all the men had jerked off over my writhing body and deposited their loads on me. My fingers left my pussy and I closed my legs. Not all the men, Owen was standing a little way away, filming the whole thing on his hand-held video camera.
I was coated in semen from my hair and forehead down to my breasts. The guys tucked themselves away rather shamefacedly and moved away. Suddenly Doug spoke up.
“Come on…Hurry up. We need to get you out of here. The caretaker will be here in a couple of minutes. Move it!”
“I need to get cleaned up!”
“No time. Come on.”
Doug pulled me to my feet and Owen rushed over with my bag. He pulled the satin bra and panties out of the bag and threw them to me.
“Put them on, or you’ll drive home nude!”
Wordlessly, still somewhat bemused, I did as I was told, and pulled the clean bra onto my sperm covered chest, cringing at the slimy feel. I pulled the panties on as Owen stuffed my dress and other underwear into the bag and Doug helped me to my feet. Within another sixty seconds my coat was on over the top, and that felt quite slimy too, and I was being hustled out of the door, across the sidewalk and into my car. My bag was tossed into the passenger seat.
“I’ll follow you home. Drive slow, you don’t want to explain this to a traffic cop. I’ll be right behind you.” I saw Doug slip something green to Owen and then he hustled to his own car. I pulled away from the kerb and headed home, wondering how I was going to tell Leo about tonight.
Part XI
Wednesday night I’d had a really awful conversation with Leo, explaining what had happened. He was all for coming home straight away but I told him his work mattered too much. Besides I blamed myself but Leo was having none of it. Eventually I persuaded him to stick to his work plans especially as I’d extracted that promise from Owen.
Owen had surprisingly been good to his word and left me alone on Thursday which gave me the time I needed to set everything up for Friday night – the big event. I picked Leo up from the airport Friday morning. Luckily Mia wasn’t flying in till the afternoon, so I didn’t have to deal with a confrontation between Leo and Owen in public.
* * * *
Almost exactly at eight o’clock that evening there was a knock on the door.
Showtime!
“Mia, Owen, come on in. Mia, you look lovely.”
“So do you, Leah, so do you.”
“Do you like it? I haven’t worn it for a while but it still fits!”
I couldn’t detect much strain in my own voice or the girlish giggle that followed and none in Mia’s. In fact she seemed almost inhumanly calm. I’m equally certain Owen recognised the lime green dress, it was the one he and Stan had double teamed me in.
“Come on down to the den. Leo wants to show off his new gadget. You know how boys are with their toys.”
I led the way downstairs and Leo was sitting in the chair waiting for us, four nice chilled glasses of white wine waiting for us. He waved a hello but went back to concentrating on the laptop he was balancing on his knee.
“I’m sure he won’t be a minute. Grab a seat. By the way, Happy Birthday, Mia.”
Leo looked up again and grinned, actually the whole busy on the laptop thing was a ruse, and he was just staring at the screen and pressing random keys into a text box. The program was already running and the correct scene keyed in, all he had to do was maximise the window and hit the play button.
“You ready yet, honey?”
Mia and I, working in concert, had positioned Owen in the middle of the couch and we sat either side of him. The coffee table in front prevented any escape for our intended victim.
“Just about.”
“Good. Leo…Why don’t you show Owen our new gadget. Tell him what it is first.”
“Right, Owen, I hope you like this. I know I’m going to. It’s a high tech, high definition CCTV system complete with hi-fi sound. This is what it recorded.”
He clicked the play button on the laptop and carefully placed the laptop on the floor beside his chair. I was half-turned toward Owen and Mia was half facing him from the other side. We could both see the slack jawed look of shock on his face. His draw dropped even further as the images appeared on the screen and he heard his own voice.
“I’m not sure we can go through with this. I don’t like being blackmailed.”
On screen, Owen was looking at me. In the flesh he was staring at the screen, his eyes bulging.
“Tell me another one. You don’t have to like it, but you will enjoy it. Besides if that was true, why are you wearing red stockings under that robe? I bet the only thing you are wearing under that robe is the underwear I told you to. If you weren’t willing to go through with this, why are you dressed like that?”
“Well…”
“Look, Leah. I know what you want. You enjoyed your last session in front of the camera and you want another. If you want to use the blackmail concept as your excuse for going through with it then that’s up to you. I don’t care. What I do care is about seeing your sexy body encased in equally sexy lingerie and then it slowly being unwrapped for the lens and for my delectation. Followed by the opportunity to fuck your brains out. Now, lose that robe!”
“I meant it, Leah. Take off the robe or the pictures I already have will go to your husband.”
By now, on screen the camera was out.
“Last chance, Leah. Lose the robe.”
I let the robe fall to the floor, revealing the sexy and see-through lingerie.
“Much better. You look absolutely gorgeous again, Leah. You have excelled yourself. That outfit is just about perfect. It covers without entirely concealing. Now sit down on the couch for me.”
Leo hit the pause button and looked at Owen. We all did, he was still frozen from shock. After about a minute of silence, just staring at the screen showing him taking pictures of his blackmail victim, me, he shook his head as if coming out of a trance.
“Mia…I…”
“Can it!”
Mia’s voice cut through him like a knife. If looks could have killed, the one she was giving her husband would have destroyed an army.
“You betrayed me. You betrayed our neighbours. You broke the law. We’re through.”
“Mia…”
“Shut it. You are nothing more than the piece of scum my mother warned me you might be. I don’t want to look at you—I don’t want to talk to you. Get out and don’t come back.”
She looked straight at him.
“Mind you, I’m not sure what Leah wants to do to you, probably with a rusty and very blunt knife, but she’ll have to get through her husband first. I think you’re dead meat, sonny boy.”
This was the pivotal moment.
Leo stood up and I could see Owen tense up.
“You can come out now, boys!”
Owen started in surprise as Leo shouted. He jumped again as the two large security guards came clattering down the stairs from the living room. They’d been hiding in the dining room, but Owen didn’t know that. The one in front was carrying a sheaf of papers.
“You are coming with us, sir, don’t make it hard on yourself. Stand up!”
“What?”
Mia spoke again.
“Owen, these gentlemen are going to escort you off the premises before Leo gets himself in trouble by beating you to a pulp. We’re not protecting you, by the way, we’re protecting the innocent party here. He’s carrying the divorce papers which he will serve on you. Then he will take you to the airport and put you on a plane to Dallas. I don’t care where you go after that. Don’t try to come home. His colleagues are next door right now changing the locks and there’s a suitcase of your clothes on the driveway waiting for you. I’ve informed your boss you’ve had to quit and explained some of the reasons. He’s as disgusted with you as the rest of us are. There’s a severance cheque in with the divorce papers.”
She paused for breath as Owen rose shakily to
his feet. Mia and I followed suit.
“Now just fuck off!”
Mia hauled back and let fly, her slap catching him right on the cheek, leaving an imprint of her tiny hand on his flesh. Before he could recover, my hand caught him from the other side and a second hand print balanced the first. We both moved away and the two security men took our place.
My last view of Owen was of him being frogmarched up the stairs, still reeling from the shock—marched up the stairs and out of our lives.
Leo and I whooped when we heard the front door shut and then turned to Mia as she collapsed in the middle of the couch sobbing.
Other Titles by Bridy McAvoy:
Tuesday Nights
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For over a year the men have played cards in one room while the women occupied another with several bottles of wine. When one couple moves away, leaving only three guys for poker, Bill asks Jessica to persuade the other wives to play, unaware that she has worked in casinos before she met and married him. Inviting a card shark to the table wasn't a good idea, but asking her to bring her friends with her was an even poorer one. Asking the three wives to wager more than just money wasn't a good idea either – it was a great one!
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Back To Work
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With the twins to raise, money is tight for Jen and Chris, and they have to face up to the prospect of losing their home. He can’t work more overtime and she can’t find a normal job that covers child care costs. In desperation, Jen suggests she returns to the job she had when they met. Chris isn't keen on letting his wife go back to the club, where as Starz--her stage name derived from the tattoo on her stomach--he’d been mesmerized and fallen for the lovely dancer. The idea of her stripping again isn't something he finds easy to deal with, and the thought of her working for Tom, the sleazy club owner, is even worse. But Jen has made her mind up. Starz is going to make a comeback to save their home, hopefully without risking their marriage.
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Derby Dates
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Sian Ash had just turned 20 when her world was turned upside down. The minibus carrying her roller derby team home from an away match lost a tire, and overturned down an embankment. Four families lost their wives and mothers that day - five young children cast adrift, four fathers seared by a pain Sian recognized and felt with them. The heroine of the crash, she started providing a substitute parent service for the four families. Hailed as the town angel by everyone, only four others knew the real truth. It had started when one of the widowers had called her by his dead wife's name. The emotional angst that required a hug had led to something else - something more. Now Sian was proving in secret that she was no angel, no angel at all, and her four employers were loving every minute of it.
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PA To The CEO
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Charlotte knew there were two ways to get to the top of the corporate ladder. She could work hard and hope she got noticed, or she could play hard and make sure she got noticed. The only problem for Charlie was a very simple one, the men she saw as her rungs on the way to the top, weren't the straight-forward vanilla sharp-suited businessmen she thought they were. Getting their attention was easy, keeping it simple enough, but was the price too high for the secretary who had just acquired a bottom name - Charlie? More importantly, could her bottom stand it?
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Michelle’s Neighbor
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Michelle hadn't intended to get involved with her neighbor. Each conversation had pushed her boundaries. Working freelance from home had given them both far too much time to explore those boundaries. With her husband away for the week, Kris seemed to be offering her a little fun. Nothing more, just some fun. Only… Kris was dominant and wouldn't take no for an answer, something her husband was too nice to be. Did she really want nice all the time though? One thing was sure, by the time her husband came home from his week long trip, Michelle would know the answer.
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Department Store Amy
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Amy's been happy working in the department store, and happy at home but there's something missing, so she's changing her job.Now Amy's got a real problem, she desperately needs money to fix her car. When her boss offers her some overtime she knows exactly what he's offering, and it might just plug the gap in her relationship too. She never realised she was quite so submissive though, nor that her boss was quite so dominant, something her loving husband could never be.
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About The Author
My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.
