Betrayal and Blackmail (Closed)

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So here we were, in his hotel room. Our soft kisses echoed through the small room and his hand trailed behind my back. His fingers traced my spine before dipping into my jeans, grabbing my ass through my pink cotton panties. He gave my small butt a strong squeeze before nibbling my earlobe.

"Ooh...that...that feels good...Mr....Mr...Smith..." I said softly into the air. I was forgetting how I got here and how this man had been manipulating me this whole evening. But can you blame me? This. Felt. So. Good.

The forty year old man grinned at my moans and breathing. He must have admired his work, getting me this worked up. Finally he spoke and said: "I'm going to make you feel real good."

His finger then caressed my right butt cheek before slipping underneath, feeling my...pussy. Through my panties, mind you! I wonder if he could feel how warm he was making me...His finger poked at it and gave it some small, circular massages...

But...

"No no no no...not there Mr. Smith. I'm saving it for...for marriage."

He nipped at my collarbone, my heavy breathing the only thing I could hear. He whispered into my ear "Yeah but didn't you want to practice? Miss big tits?"

"P-Practice..." I replied incoherently.

He pulled back for a moment, just staring at me. I was a little confused why he stopped. He looked at my chest before saying "I want to see those melons. Now."

Slowly, I pulled up my sweater and showed him my boobs, encased in my soft and supportive bra. He grinned and he took a picture with his cellphone. I couldn't help but giggle too.


Meanwhile, I wondered how he got me to this situation. Let me think...

...




I sure was a lucky girl! I'm just eighteen (I turned eighteen about four months ago) and already I'm a model for a lingerie company. The pay was decent (I was making about $70,000!) for someone my age and while my daddy doesn't really agree with it, I was really, really happy. Believe me, there's not one day that I don't count my lucky stars for this amazing opportunity I got after leaving high school.

I mean, technically I didn't really graduate high school. I met my manager two months before my finals started. It was a once in a lifetime kind of opportunity and after they told me that I got the job, I left school. My grades weren't great anyway! Some people are able to read textbook for weeks on end but I wasn't that person. School wasn't something that I liked very much.

"And stay in that pose, Lily..."
"Sure!"


I kept in touch with a few classmates! One of which was my still best friend, Tricia.

My best friend was Tricia. We've known each other since grade school and have stuck together for years now. Although we were close though, Tricia was pretty much the exact opposite of me. At first, it was mainly our personalities. She was very studious where I was always a little...um...flaky. Then it came to our viewpoints of the world - she was very skeptical of things, where I was a little naive. That didn't really separate us, though as time went on she got a little bitter over my success.

You see, Tricia worked at some grocery store by our old neighborhood for the past like...three years. The salary wasn't great and she was still a cashier - though, keep in mind that she's just paying for school. She's planning on graduating and becoming a hot shot lawyer, after all. But anyway we had a bit of a falling out a few months back when I got the job as a model. As I mentioned, she was pretty bitter about my success and we had this big fight over it, because she said that it was all luck and I got really defensive over it. She grew out of her jealousy but in a way, I couldn't blame her. The reason why is because he second thing that we're complete opposites in, is in...well, our bodies! Most of the girls at our high school was jealous not only because of my modeling career, but also because of my body. I mean, I had an hourglass figure that guys loved, natural red hair and two big boobies (I wore an 32H cup bra)

"You're done with the day, Lily?"
"Yep! Gotta go to some business thing with my friend."
"Have fun!"
"Thanks!"

Where I'm going with this is that even if Tricia was working at some grocery store, she was going places! Her branch got invited to a corporate Christmas party and (obviously) she asked me to come along. It was going to be great for networking purposes and I would be more than happy to be there to support my close friend!

...

Later than evening, I went to the place. The corporate party was being held inside the Hilton Hotel downtown, so I didn't have trouble finding the place. It's when I got in the building that I began to get second thoughts.

The place was pretty intimidating, to be perfectly honest with you. I mean, it was casual so most people (like me) were just wearing Christmas themed sweaters and jeans. But even then, the place was scary because of how fancy everything looked.

And then, just like that, I heard a voice.

"Hey! Lily! Over here!" the voice said pretty loudly and there was Tricia, waiting to me. She was sitting down with some older man by her said and as I got there, she added "There's someone that I'd like you to meet!"
 
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As I sat at one of the tables, dressed in on of my business suits, my daughter Tricia was waiting to introduce me to her friend that she was bringing to the party. I found it odd, though, that she would bring a friend that she always complained about.

Tricia's mother divorced me years ago, after she came to my office to surprise me for my birthday that year, and walked in to find my secretary working on her present for me, if you wanna call a blowjob that. As much as I loved my ex-wife, she thought she could tame the wild stallion she met in college and accidentally got knocked up with during sophomore year.

I like my women young, and unfortunately Father Time forced me to have to be constantly looking for new ones. Which again surprised me why Tricia was bringing her friend over. She was constantly complaining about this friend of her with gigantic jugs. I could see she was jealous, but she wasn't naive. She knew how Daddy liked to sleep around. I also got the feeling that she was only being nice to me because she knew I was the only way her law school tuition was getting paid for.

I mean, I'm not going to complain if my daughter wants to send me free pussy, unintentionally.

As her friend came up the steps, I couldn't help but look over her. She was gorgeous. No wonder Tricia was jealous. And those tits! Even contained in the sweater, she couldn't hide how gigantic they were. As she approached my table, I crossed my legs to hide my hardening cock.

After my daughter introduced me to her, I took her hand and kissed it. "Reginold Smith, my dear, and might I say you look positively stunning tonight."
 
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I giggled when Mr. Smith took my hand and kissed it. He introduced himself to me: "Reginold Smith, my dear, and might I say you look positively stunning tonight."

"Thank you, Mr. Smith." I replied with a smile. "How are you doing?"

I quickly looked at Mr. Smith, since I haven't seen him much since he divorced Tricia's mom. She didn't blame his dad for the divorce, although she hadn't told me much as to why they separated. His face was a bit rugged; by that, I mean that he has some stubble on his face and showed...you know, maturity. His torso, at least from what I can see, showed that he was in great physical shape...a while ago. He had a bit of a beer belly, but it could be just the sweater that he was wearing?

I sat down next to Mr. Smith and Tricia got up with a wide smile on her face. "Oh daddy, would it be okay if I got Lily a drink?"

I was surprised and tried to say no but...
 
I couldn't figure out what this eagerness was from Tricia. She use to dread these Christmas parties, but now she was all too eager to be there. Looking at Tricia, I said to her, "Baby, you know they're not going to serve any drinks to anyone who looks under 21. If you want something, you're going to have to ask me to get it for you? You want your favorite?"

Standing up and adjusting my clothes from sitting down, I looked at Lily and said, "What would you like, my dear?"
 
"Oh daddy, they'll serve drinks to anyone here! But can I have a martini please? I've always wanted to try one..."

I chuckled a bit over how Tricia was acting - she really wanted to go all out tonight! I never drank though, so I wasn't planning on having anything. Well, that is until Mr. Smith looked at me all expectantly and said: "What would you like, my dear?"

I didn't know what to order! I mean...I knew what beer was but I doubted they had any in this fancy place. So...

"Could I maybe try a martini too? Please?" I answered timidly.
 
"Two martinis it is."

Walking over to the bar, I hailed for the bartender. "Two martinis, on the strong side, and a Christmas Ale."

Sitting there, waiting for the drinks, I pulled out my bottle of roofies, debating whether I should drug the drinks now or not. When the bartender came quicker than expected, I decided to hold off. Figuring I shouldn't swing for the fences now.

Using a tray to bring the drinks, I place the tray on the tables in front of Tricia and Lily. "Here you are, my dears." Sitting down with my beer, I look at Lily and say, "So tell me about yourself, Lily."
 
As Mr. Smith headed off to get the drinks, Tricia and I did some catching up to do. Honestly, it must have been the first time that I've seen her so happy (or at least, since our falling out). At the same time though, I was a bit nervous about the drink; like I said, I never drank before and Tricia knew this. So why ask to get me a drink too?

Oh I get it! She must have been too nervous to drink by herself!

Mr. Smith quickly got back and laid down the drinks in front of us.

"Here you are, my dears." he said, sitting down with his beer in hand before saying "So tell me about yourself, Lily."

Tricia sipped at her drink while I smiled and answered "Oh, not much to say. I do some modeling work for a company -"

"A lingerie company." Tricia said with emphasis on 'lingerie', as if she was mocking me. I chose to ignore that though.

"Yep, a lingerie company. It pays good, so I'm not complaining." I said with a laugh before I took a tiny sip from my martini.
 
As I sipped my beer, I looked at Lily and wondered if it was the same lingerie company. I knew of one with the owner. He had a manager that used his models to help "staff" our company's weekend retreats with pleasurable company.

"By any chance, do you work for a Miles Tanner?"
 
Oh wow! What a small world! Who would have thought that Mr. Smith knew my manager?

"You know Mr. Tanner?" I said with a big smile on my face, before continuing with "He's really awesome isn't he? He pretty much made my career and gets me all sorts of cool events." Of course, I think already one sip was enough and I tried to push aside (discretely, of course) my glass.

But as luck would have it, Tricia quickly added "Hey, you should finish that drink Lily. She shouldn't let it go to waste, right daddy?"
 
Seems like Miles hadn't yet incorporated Lily into the events that I would think are cool. She have a naive spirit about her, as well as an awkward innocence.

I could use this to my advantage...

"He's a very nice man. He's let me come on some of his more exotic photography trips."

I sat there watching Tricia trying to encourage Lily on with her drink. What was she thinking? She clearly wasn't offering her to me, but what else did she want?

I just sat there silently, figuring it was better not to egg Lily on, trying to figure out what Tricia was up to.
 
"Ugh...why should I drink this?" I said, with almost a look of disgust in my face as I brought the glass towards me. Tricia glanced at me and with an eye brow raised, she answered "Because you don't do anything fun! You have to take risks you know. You can't possibly be a goody two-shoes 24/7?"

But I really didn't want to drink. But since Tricia was such a daddy's girl, I thought maybe Mr. Smith would tell her that it wasn't up to her whether I should drink or not.

So...

"What do you think Mr. Smith. Should I drink?"
 
Looking to Tricia, I said to her. "Tricia, if she doesn't want to drink her drink, you shouldn't force her to."

If alcohol wasn't going to subdue Lily, the roofies were going to have to do...

Looking at Lily, I said, "Would you like something with a little less alcohol? I could get you a gin & juice and have them go light on the gin?"
 
Tricia pouted and didn't say much after. Honestly, I thought we were good? Well, I guess that maybe she just wanted me to enjoy myself. But I was an adult! I could decide that by myself.

"Would you like something with a little less alcohol? I could get you a gin & juice and have them go light on the gin?"

I nodded and answered Mr. Smith with "Yes please! That would be so great!" Of course, while I didn't mean to, I did press my hands together to show how happy I was that he came to a rescue. Of course, because of my busty figure well...um, it kind of exaggerated how big my already large chest was.
 
When Lily pushed her hands and her tits together, it confirmed her innocence. Most ample women know how to avoid showing their chests to preying eyes.

Finishing my beer, I stood up and said, "Lovely, I'll be right back."

I took a detour to the restroom and used one of the stalls to relieve my bladder. While in the restroom, I took a roofie and palmed it in my hand after I washed my hands.

Returning to the bar, I got another Christmas Ale and a gin & juice. Secretly dropping the roofie in Lily's drink, I intentionally got stopped by another executive to let the roofie dissolve. After a few minutes, I excused myself to return to find Tricia and Lily...
 
So, Tricia and I started chatting like nothing had happened so I figured that I was right earlier; she didn't mean any harm by drinking to get me to drink after all! Boy, I felt pretty bad for thinking that Tricia wanted to get me in trouble or anything. But you know, all's well that ends well.

Mr. Smith was gone for a bit, but then out of nowhere he got back with a drink for me. I had almost forgotten!

"Welcome back Mr. Smith"
I said with a smile, as I made room for him again. "I hope you're not too busy!"
 
Deciding to forego any decency, I sat on the couch with Lily, and handed her the spiked drink. Taking a sip of my beer and put an arm around Lily, not caring what Tricia thought.

"So Lily, do you plan to always do modeling, or do you have other aspirations?"
 
Mr. Smith sat oddly close to me, but I guess it was to show that he wanted to know more about me! With his arm around me, Tricia gave her father a confused look...which turned into an anxious face. I wondered just what was her deal. Well, that said, I took a sip from my drink and I was surprised over how fruity it tasted! I had it in my head that alcohol was supposed to burn your throat.

Well, then again, this probably had barely any alcohol in it...

"So Lily, do you plan to always do modeling, or do you have other aspirations?"

"Oh um..." I answered nervously, having just snapped out of my thoughts "I'm not too sure. I never really gave it much thought..."

I took yet another sip...
 
Looing at Lily's martini, I said to Tricia "If you'd like, I'm sure Lily won't mind if you finish her martini since she doesn't want it." Turning to Lily, I said, "Well, you certainly have the body to continue modeling if you choose to."
 
"If you'd like, I'm sure Lily won't mind if you finish her martini since she doesn't want it."

Tricia seemed worried and didn't say anything (for once!). Having simply handed her drink to her dad, Mr. Smith then passed it in turn to me. Well, I guess that I could try it. I eargerly took a sip and was delighted at the taste!

"Well, you certainly have the body to continue modeling if you choose to."

"Really?" I said with a warm smile "Thank you!"

But what a strange feeling I was getting. I felt so warm and...excited? I don't know, but my heart was pounding!
 
I began to lightly rub Lily's shoulder with my hand around her, hoping the roofie was doing it's job. Ignoring Tricia, I said to Lily, "In fact, I'm sure if you keep listening to Mr. Tanner, you'll go quite far."

Deciding to try to get away from Tricia, I say to Lily, "Would you grant a request of this old man and fancy a dance, Ms. Lily?"
 
Oooh...those touches felt kind of nice. I closed by eyes and enjoyed the feeling when Mr. Smith began to rub my shoulders. I smiled at the same time while he talked "In fact, I'm sure if you keep listening to Mr. Tanner, you'll go quite far." I even leaned my back against Mr. Smith, I hope he didn't mind.

Of course, I did snap out of my trance when he asked:

"Would you grant a request of this old man and fancy a dance, Ms. Lily?"

Again, my heart raced. "Sure! That sounds like fun." I said with a smile as I got up from the couch.

Tricia tried to interrupt, saying "Daddy, what about a dance with me instead?"
 
Looking at Tricia, I said, "Why do you want to dance with me now? You use to hate to dance when I ask you at these previous parties? What's gotten into you?"

Standing up, I offered my arm to Lily and led her to the dance floor. I led her through a jazzy Christmas song, hoping she consumed enough of the roofie.

I noticed a number of my business partners looking at me with Lily. I smiled knowing they were all jealous of the prize at my side.

The next song was a slow song. Bringing Lily close in my arms, her tits couldn't help but Amish against my chest. I placed my hands on her hips, rubbing and caressing her sides.
 
"Oooh...that feel nice..." I said softly.

I didn't know what had gotten over me. Everything seemed to be a bit of a blur and despite having my thick sweater on, I swear that I could feel the caresses that Mr. Smith was giving me. I rested my head on his shoulder while we slow danced, almost completely oblivious of the fact that my boobs were all smooched on his chest.
 
When Lily put her head on my shoulder, I knew she was mine. When the song finished, I took Lily in my arms and took her up to my suite. In the long elevator ride up, I brought her into my arms and kissed her on the lips. Breaking the kiss, I said to her, "You're so beautiful, Lily. Just like the lilies of the fields."
 
What...What was going on?

I sort of faded out a bit, what with the music and the soft caresses that I was getting. When my mind kind of just...snapped back, I was in an elevator with Mr. Smith. He was pulling me in close, before he kissed me right on the lips! I didn't even protest. It...felt good? He stole a kiss from me and it felt good. What was happening to me?!

"You're so beautiful, Lily. Just like the lilies of the fields."

I was naive, but I wasn't stupid. He...He was just using one of those pick-up lines.

So why didn't I care?

"W-Where are we going Mr. Smith?" I asked simply, though my hands on his shoulders.
 
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