Blackmail of a Cam Girl (closed for AndreaSubbie)

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Andrew Whitman, a 21 year old, 6'1", well-built, but not jocky, white guy was walking to his girlfriend's apartment, intending to surprise her when she got back from her classes. Using the key she had given him, he walked into the house, not expecting anyone to be there.

When he walked in, he heard low, muffled moans and talking, coming from his girlfriend's roommate's bedroom. Curious, he quietly approached the door, and slid it open a tiny bit to see her sexy roommate in a mask, fingering herself for a webcam.

Not believing his eyes, he quietly pulled out his phone and started taking pictures for safe-keeping later. Once he figured he had enough to jerk off to for a while, he slunk back downstairs, outside the house, making sure to lock it, and loudly knocked, pretending to see if anyone was home.
 
Andrea was getting to the money part of her regular cam show, she'd already flashed her boobs and pubes, got the paying customers in private show, and was taking money to masturbate herself and dislay herself totally gratuitously. As a slim white 18 year old brunette with 36C upstairs, and her mysterious eye mask concealing her true identity, cam slut ' A Mystery' was always populr, though not one of the top earners. Still, she made enough to pay college tuition with plenty over.

As she reached her orgasm, and shuddered to the certain knowledge that men were watching her, lusting for her, masturbating over her, hopefully ejaculating to her, she let out a little mewlingcry before beginning to come down.

She wiped her dampness, including her thighs where her enthusiasm had tricked down to wet the sheets of her bed as she knelt up, and bidding goodbye to her fans with a promise of another show soon, she turned off the cam and sat on her bed.

Which was when she heard the knocking on the door. How long had that been going on?
 
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Growing tired of his ploy, he used his key to open the door and called out, "Is anyone home?" before walking casually into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water and sat, waiting for Andrea to come down, wondering what he was going to do with the pictures, whether to tell her about them or just keep them as personal masturbatory material.
 
That sounded like Andrew? Wow, that was a close thing! If he'd come in a few minutes earlier he might have caught her at it!

Wrapping herself in her white toweling robe that covered her nicely to mid thigh, and slipping her feet into furry pink slippers, she tidied her hair, checked her face and turned off her computer,then left her room and came down to the kitchen, calling, "Is that you, Andrew?" Before turning the corner and coming into the room.

"Hey, what's happening?" She asked, reaching for a mug and boiliing the kettle to make herself a cup of tea.

"Want some?" She asked, hospitably.
 
"Sure," he replied, "how in the world did you not hear me knocking, or do you just hate me and refused to answer the door for me?" He asked, waiting to hear what kind of lackluster excuse she was going to come up with, while admiring her sexy body in the towel.
 
"Ha ha, its ok, I just hate you!" She answered with a laugh and a disarming smile, not wanting to get drawn in to any discussion of what she actually had been doing.

"So what's up with you two? You seem to be getting pretty close; I see she's given you a key?"

Andrea poured the boiling water onto the tea bags, swished them about a bit with a spoon, then bending over she dumped them in the bin before opening the fridge for milk.

"How do you like it?" She asked. "I like mine black."
 
"Knew it!" he exclaimed, deciding that he wanted her, his cock straining at his pants from having seen part of her show earlier. "I like mine with some honey if you don't mind," really wanting the honey he had seen coming from between her legs. "So, tell me, why do you hate me, you're not jealous, are you?" he said teasingly.
 
"Jealous? Because she has a boyfriend? No, I'm ok just taking a break from all that, thanks!"

Andrea passed his mug over to him and put the milk away. "There's honey in that bottom cupboard next to you?" Nodding at the one that was between them, indicating that he could find it himself if he wanted.
 
"Are you sure you're taking a break?" he said as he leaned down to grab the honey, "because if you don't hate me, the only reason I can think of that you didn't answer the door is that there's a guy hiding in your room right now." He came back up, and as he poured the honey into his tea, he said, seemingly worried, "Is there a reason you haven't told either Taylor or I? Is he doing something to you, are you sure you're okay?"
 
Andrea was touched by Andrew's apparent concern, but still didn't want to get drawn into an explanation of how she didn't hear him knocking.

"I never said I didn't hate you, just that I'm not jealous," she replied again flashing her most charming smile, the one that helped get good payers into her private shows, hoping he didn't start asking why she was only wearing a towelling robe at this time of the day, or ask what she was wearing under it!.

Then changing the subject back to him, "So are you and Taylor getting serious?"
 
He stared at her, having apparently not heard her question, his gaze drawn to her magnificent body that was barely covered. "I'm sorry, I just got somewhat lost in what you're wearing. Why are you wearing a towel at 4:00 in the afternoon?"
 
"Its not a towel, its a robe, Andrew! Look its got sleeves!" She replied holding her arms out to the sides, then immediately regretting the gesture, as it emphasised just how short the robe was, and that it was held closed only by the belt of the same toweling material round her waist.

"Anyway, I was asking if you and Taylor are getting serious?" Trying to change the subject off herself, again
 
"I guess, I mean, what's your definition of serious? And there's some stuff I wish I could do with her that she doesn't want to do."
 
"Oh? Like what?" Andrea asked, thinking he'd mean some guy-thing that girls aren't interested in, like train spotting or something.

Sipping her tea, she looked at Andrew, wondering if he just needed someone to talk to
 
"It's more stuff in the bedroom, she's very vanilla and very takey, she cares much more about her own pleasure than mine."
 
"Have you tried talking to her about it?"not convinced that I'm the best person to advise of physical relationships, not being in one myself.

Still sipping tea, I decide its probably best to just let you talk, and I'll listen
 
"I mean, kind of, but it's hard to bring up a subject like that. I've complained a couple of the times she's made me go jerk myself off after I got her off but she always would just roll over and pretend to be asleep. Let me ask you, is there a reason she doesn't like to do anything besides have me eat her out and missionary? Are you the same?" I ask, drawn back into your body.
 
Andrea almost sluttered into her tea.

"You'll have to discuss sex preferences with her, Andrew. I guess some girl's like different things. Some like to know their guy is happy, some like adventurous sex, some just like to cum once in a while and that's enough," ignoring his question of her own sexual preferences.
 
"I guess, you seem to be avoiding a lot of questions, first what you were doing, then why you're wearing that, and now what you like,what are you hiding?"
 
"Why would I have anything to hide, Andrew?" Sh replied,once again avoiding answering his question.

"But its probably time I put something more decent on, or Taylor will get home and get the wrong idea, giving you more problems than just not enough adventure sex!"

And she turned to go back to her room.
 
"Because you're a cam girl who wears a mask and gets off knowing random men are watching her masturbate on the internet," he deadpanned, opening the photos on his phone and nonchalantly placing it close to him on the counter.
 
"What the fuck!? Andrew!"

She was shocked! It was like her private work had suddenly invaded her real life. Actually, her private work had just invaded her real life!

She just stared at him, not sure what to say.

After a moment, she said shakily, "Its probably best if you don't spread that around!" Realising he must have somehow caught her at it one day. Did that mean Taylor knew too? Fuck, how many people already knew?
 
"Nice to see you know the gravity of the situation. If this gets out, you'll be ruined, you may be expelled, your friends will leave you, your family might possibly disown you, so this is not something you want out there," he said, overdramatizing it for the sake of making a point. "Now, I have pictures proving that you were doing this, and don't try to destroy my phone, I've already backed them up in 3 different places.

"Now, there's only one way I'm not sending these to your friends, family, and the entire school, if you agree to become my slave and do everything I say. If you don't do this, you'll be ruined. So what do you say?"
 
So it wasn't generally known .. yet. She needed to keep it that way. But his blackmail was ridiculous.

"Come on Andrew, this is me, Andrea, not some stranger! I'm sure there's no need for such extremes ... but I'm sure we can come to an arrangement?"

Andrea looked at him ith an open expression, offering him the chance to suggest some spcifics in place of the rather general 'be my slave or else'. There had to be a middle ground, they just had to find it, or Andrea's life wasn't worth living with either scenario. She couldn't afford to be exposed (now that was an inapproprate comment!) And she wouldn't bear being anyone's slave with no escape in sight, it was just too much to bear.

So what terms would Andrew settle for, she wondered.
 
"I don't see a better alternative that benefits me just as well. Besides, I've always wanted to get into your pants, now I can. If you see a better alternative, feel free to suggest because frankly, I'm pretty shocked by your actions, maybe you deserve this, maybe this is the universe coming back to bite you in the ass," he said, smiling at her begging. "Besides, it's not like I'm going to make you do stuff you hate, at least, if you listen to me. But if you have a better alternative, now would be the time to tell me."
 
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