Chapter 2: A Little Blackmail

Chapter 2: A Little Blackmail

The next day, I was all excited. I watched from my bedroom window as Denise left for her office. Then I waited two hours to make sure she didn’t return for some reason. Finally, I could wait no longer. I dressed in a pair of what are called “hot pants.” It was a pair of incredibly short shorts that covered the hips and ass but none of the legs. And, since I had bought them the year before, they were a size too small for me and fit wonderfully tightly. I added a halter top that pushed my fair sized breasts up, yet left the tops of them bare. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I looked pretty damned sexy! I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The black velvet hot pants failed to cover all of my ass, leaving a goodly amount showing! Wonderful! It Tom didn’t find me sexy, then he was an idiot.

I brushed my long, black hair until it shone. It was long enough to hang half way down my back. I had always been proud of my hair. I must have gotten it from my father because Mom had brown hair. My dark, almost black eyes probably came from him too, ’cause Mom had blue eyes. Some people said I had a “dark, mysterious” look about me. I liked that. Made me feel special. It helped a lot that I had a damned good figure. I had Mom to thank for that. She looked damned good in swimsuits. I saw photos of her from years ago, and she must have turned a lot of men’s heads. Too bad she let herself go over the years.

I put on a pair of high heels. Not really too high, only about three inches, but the tallest pair I had. Like the hot pants, I had bought those and hid them in my bedroom. Mom didn’t like me wearing stuff like that. I won’t tell you how she dressed when she went out on a date.

There were no pockets on the pants and the low cut waistline was so tight that I couldn’t slip my cell phone into it. I had to carry it in my hand.

I went next door and knocked on his door. As I stood there, I wondered if I looked like a hooker. Probably. Which added to the excitement.

Tom answered the door and just stood there looking me over from head to toe. I posed for him and let him look. Poor guy was tongue-tied, couldn’t say a thing. I knew he knew who I was. But he had never seen me dressed like that before, and probably hadn’t noticed how my figure had filled out nicely. Actually, I had, and still do have, a pretty good body, if I do say so myself.

“Can I come in? There’s something I want to ask you,” I said.

“Vicky! Well… I’m busy writing,” he stuttered.

“It won’t take long,” I purred and walked right past him. Actually, I slinked. At least, I tried to.

Inside, I headed for the sofa in his front room and sat down without asking permission. I crossed my legs and felt the hot pants tighten down around my hips. It was a nice feeling and made me feel more sexy.

“Please look at this,” I told him and then started the video on my cell phone. I held it out to him. He frowned and didn’t seem to want to take it. Then he caught what it was showing and grabbed it out of my hand. For a long time he stared at the small screen, with an incredible look of shock on his face.

I let him get up to the climax of the show and then took the phone from his hand. Yes, I know that’s a pun.

“I made copies of this, so even if you crush my phone, I’ll still have them,” I told him as I turned the phone off. “I want something from you.” Might as well get right to the point. “And I’m sure you would not like your wife to see this video.”

“What…! You want money? Blackmail?”

“No.”

“What?”

“I don’t want money from you, but there is something I do want from you and…” I paused dramatically, “it’s something you will enjoy.”

The poor guy sat down and continued to look absolutely confused. But he was also staring at my breasts with occasional glances down to my legs. Good, I told myself, he’s interested. Now to play it carefully so I didn’t get into something I was not ready to handle.

“I noticed that you tied her down to the bed and did a pretty good job of it,” I told him. “She couldn’t have freed herself, right?” I went on without waiting for an answer. “So I assume that you are skilled at tying up a woman.”

He frowned.

“Do you tie up your wife often?” I asked.

“I… No. She won’t let me,” he stuttered.

“Too bad. Guess that explains why you found another girl.”

“What the hell do you want?” he asked. I think he was trying to sound stern but it came out more like confused.

“It is simple. I want you to tie me up. Now, before you get the wrong idea, I am not asking you to have sex with me. Like with blondie. But I want to experience being in good, tight, rope bondage. Can you do that for me?”

I don’t know what was running through his mind but a lot of emotions crossed his face rapidly. Lust being one of them. Disbelief another.

“I don’t want to screw up your marriage,” I said, and then winced as I realized that was another pun. “But I do want what you can give me.”

“Or you’ll give that video to my wife?” he asked weakly.

“That’s the way it works, isn’t it? I get something I want and you get something you want – a continued happy marriage.”

I smiled at him as sweetly as I could. “Besides, I suspect that you would enjoy tying me up. I am a virgin now, and, so long as I stay one, you can do most anything else you want to me.”

I had to tread carefully there because I didn’t really know what “anything else” might entail.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I figure that you get enough sex between your wife and that blonde that visits you often, so you don’t have to have sex with me. But I’m betting that you really like to tie up a woman. Is that true?”

He sighed and said, “Yes.”

“Then you think about my offer. I’ll come back tomorrow morning about this time. You can either tell me you don’t want to do it, or you can have the ropes set out and ready. Your choice.”

“You really would tell my wife.” It wasn’t a question.

“Damned right, I would.” I figured that was enough of a threat. I rose from the sofa and took a stance with my legs spread firmly and my hands on my hips. I hoped I looked tempting.

Then I walked out.