I detect blackmail (closed)

[wehstar]

(Closed for wehstar and sexycaz22)

I have been working as a private investigator for a number of years now. Sounds like a glamorous job, interesting, exciting and varied work. Sadly this is not the case. Endless hours of sifting through paperwork for clues to tracing people seems like fun compared to the hours spent mind-numbingly sat waiting for somebody to come out of their house on a tremendously exciting 'stake out'. The only good things about those were the pre-packed chicken bites and a thermos full of decent tea.

This case was a little different. Graham Janus, a successful businessman had hired me to check on the behavior of his trophy wife Michelle whilst he was away at work. A week ago on a Wednesday afternoon I trailed her from her country home into town, but instead of shopping she disappeared into the Balmoral hotel. Outrageously I couldn't track down where she had got to, but she did leave an hour and a half later with a spring in her step before heading off to buy a new pair of shoes as cover for her afternoon away. I was real pissed off with myself for letting her evade me, whilst it was bloody obvious, I needed more evidence and my client was paying mega bucks for it. Most of the clients in these cases actually really want me to fail, to prove their suspicions are unfounded, though some took legal advice that if they were to divorce their current wife in favour of a younger model, catching her doing the dirty was the best way of keeping the shared life savings etc.

I have used my contacts to get myself a job working as temporary cover staff at the Balmoral. I managed to get the diary of the bookings that went through that day, and noted a “Mr & Mrs Smith” for that Wednesday, and more importantly, next Wednesday too. Using my job as cover, I bugged the room designated for “The Smiths” with audio recordings and small hidden cameras. Modern equipment has excellent quality to it, is surprisingly tiny, and able to broadcast a digital signal to a nearby laptop.

Now what I saw when the signal arrived was breathtaking. Michelle, Mrs Janus, was hot; I knew that already from following her around. 5ft 2", with a slim, sexy figure and an awesome firm ass, I could trail behind this one all day long. But when you see her face, beautiful - hazel eyes and curly shoulder length blonde locks. Eye candy was one thing, but a woman is about more than looks, it is her demeanor that counts just as much. Now Michelle, it turned out, whilst polite mannered in public, in that hotel room; kinky, demanding, orgasmic, energetic. Those 'love me tender' eyes turned to 'fuck me harder' eyes once she got into that bedroom. I couldn't help but play with myself as I watched her. She wore a little red dress and entered into a stripping routine as soon as the door was shut, making both myself and "Mr Smith" drool. Then when she fucked the guy, the filth coming out of her mouth, her hot hot body and seductive movement, as I pleasured myself I could well have been watching premium quality hardcore.

Anyway, that's how it began. Since yesterday afternoon she has been invading my thoughts. I will have her. One way or another that ass will be mine. And so that is when I sent the letter.

 

[sexycaz22]

OOC:

Michelle Janus, 34 years old, unhappily married, husband rich and a famous businessman. Can't get out of marriage so have been having affairs since almost the start of marriage. Current lover, been together nearly for 1 year.

IC:

I was sitting in the living room, when my housekeeper bought the post to me. I thanked the housekeeper and asked her to bring me a glass of red wine. She went and I have had a look through the post...

"Junk mail...junk mail....." As I looked through the post, throwing out letters which were junk mail.... "Oh bills, bills, I will just leave it for Graham to have look" and then I reached to the bottom and then the housekeeper came in, with my glass of red wine. I smiled at the housekeeper and thanked her. She nodded, "Anything else, Madam?" I shook my head and she walked out. I began to drink the glass of red wine when I noticed a thin letter addressed to me. I wondered who would send me a letter as I have never received any letters expect the catalogues for clothes or jewellery. I put the drink down on the table besides me and I opened it, took the thin paper out of the envelope.

"Dear Mrs Janus,

If you want to know what I saw in the hotel last Wednesday, meet me at 233 Harrington Street on Friday at 7pm, sharp.

Be there or I might just tell your husband about your secret lover.

It is now up to you, come alone!

Yours,

Anonymous"

I heard Graham arriving and I hid the letter in my handbag, wondering who was it. But then Graham came in and I could not think anymore of who were writing to me.

3 days later.....

It was Friday and it was the day of the mysterious meeting with the anonymous writer of the letter. I drove up to Harrington, looked for the number 233. I was a little late as I was in a meeting but it was only 5 minutes late. I saw the house and then I drove up on the driveway behind the other car. I got out of the car, taking the handbag with me. I walked up to the house, feeling nervous and scared. I looked around, this was a rough neighbourhood. I knocked on the door and waited.

 

[wehstar]

I sat in my living room. The place was a bit of a dump, not so much the maintenance, though that was not great, more so the fact that I don't especially see the need to clean up after myself. Today was different, beautiful female company was expected, and I had earlier completed the tasks that I felt contributed to cleaning up. I had collected a take away meal, chicken chow mein from the Golden Dragon on Stonehouse Avenue, just off Harrington Street. I liked chicken even more than I liked noodles. Anyway, my client’s wife was due soon. Around the room were dimly lit lamps, two small eating tables, one of which had my meal on, the other next to it contained a paper bag from the takeout, a bottle of red wine with two glasses. In the corner, switched off, was my brand new plasma screen. I had budgeted to set the money aside for it. The idea of budgeting must be alien to a woman like Michelle, who seemed to spend money on extravagant items just because she had nothing better to do. I remembered how hot she looked, and how she had come to life in the hotel room. I want her, play my cards right and tonight is an opportunity of a lifetime. All my life I have been nice to women, and it has gotten me nowhere. Now I would blackmail the slut into putting out, just this once I will have the kind of woman I have adored from afar all my life - unattainable in so many ways. And there is no way I would need to feel any guilt, she was a cheat and a liar. What’s more if she chose to be with me to keep her dark secrets to herself then that was her choice.

I look up at the clock anxiously. I hear the cuckoo clock I had inherited clucking away in the back room. 7pm. Mrs Janus should be here anytime now.

The clock ticked. Two minutes past. Is she going to show? I was getting anxious, nervous. What I had planned had questionable ethics.

Emptying my meal out onto my plate, in part to make my mind off the anxiety, I begin to stir at the noodles, eating some as time passed. Tick Tock. The room was almost dark, what with just the dim lamps and all. Tick tock seemed to boom around the silent room. Four minutes past.

Then the waiting and the thinking about what was going on, damn of course she wasn't going to show, why would she? But then she had to didn't she? Then why isn't she here? Angry at myself I get up, walk into the back room and scatter some papers off the desk onto the floor. "Waaghh. Dumb fuck."

Then I heard a knock at the door. Instantly I straightened myself out, and the exhilaration of the prospect of talking to Michelle brought a confident smile to my face. I picked up the papers and put them tidily in a drawer before slowly sauntering off to answer the door. Opening it stood an apprehensive looking Michelle Janus. I looked directly into her eyes as I spoke at the doorstep, showing little emotion.

"Mrs Janus. Or maybe you prefer Michelle, less formal. Please, come in. Let me take your coat. I have your favourite meal for you, we have so much to discuss."

 

[sexycaz22]

"Mrs Janus. Or maybe you prefer Michelle, less formal. Please, come in. Let me take your coat. I have your favourite meal for you, we have so much to discuss."

I looked at the man in front of me - he seemed to be a little taller than me, a bit stubby, his black hair a bit messy but his clothes seemed to be smart and casual. I was even more curious when he said that he have had my favourite meal. I wondered to myself how would he know my favourite meal. He asked me to come in and I was not sure if I should go in or not. But still, I went in, as I wanted to know what he knew about me.

"Call me Mrs Janus," I said to him, "Who are you? What is this all about?" He led me to the living room and he gestured at me to sit down.

I sat down and waited to hear what he have got to say. At the same time, I felt confused and scared and nervous, all at the same time, making me feel a bit sick.

 

[wehstar]

"Mrs Janus eh?. I'm David. But if it's going to be like that, then you can call me Mr Clarke. And you know what this is about, my letter stated what you are, what you have been doing. I am a private investigator. Graham hired me to find out if you are the harlot he suspects."

"But that is enough for now. We have plenty of time."

Taking out the bag I put the Sweet & Sour chicken onto the plate, and poured out the wine into two glasses. Sitting down next to her, I speak.

"Let us eat for now. I want to get to know you better. I have watched you from afar. I'm not sure I should tell your husband what he wants to know. I think I like you, Mrs Janus." I touch her leg, not knowing how she will react, but it is my house and I'm holding all the cards, and the remote control for the TV is to the side of me.

 

[sexycaz22]

I stood, feeling shocked at the revelation that this man in front of me were a private investigator hired by my husband. I stared at him and he smiled. I felt so angry and then he told me to sit down and then he took out sweet and sour chicken on a plate and I was gob-smacked. It was one of my favourite meals, and I looked up, curious as how he knew it was my favourite meal. I was like a zombie, not knowing what to do next.

"Let us eat for now. I want to get to know you better. I have watched you from afar. I'm not sure I should tell your husband what he wants to know. I think I like you, Mrs Janus." Mr Clarke said.

And then he touched my leg. It was a jolt which has bought me out of the zombie status and I stood up, suddenly.

"What were you doing just then, Mr Clarke?" I almost yelled at him, angry that he put a hand on my leg.

 

[wehstar]

Holding my hand on her leg a little longer than I could have done when I saw how uncomfortable Michelle was, I looked again into her hazel eyes as I released my grip.

"Mrs Janus. I am terribly sorry to upset your, I don't want you to be uncomfortable. We should be getting along better. Like I said, I like you. If you gave me a chance you might like me, I am a nice guy. And I have gone to such effort, getting one of your favourite meals n'all. Please sit down and eat. There is the matter of the hotel video to discuss, 'Mrs Smith'."

The remote was at hand, but I wasn't so sure right now was when she needed to see it. Perhaps she would just beleive me, having all the other information about her, or maybe she would not. I had the tape in just the right place so you could see her face before she began to striptease for her lover. Whatever happened tonight, that tape would take pride of place in my porno collection.

 

[sexycaz22]

"What video?" I asked the private investigator. As I decide what to do, Mr Clarke were saying something about a Mrs Smith and a hotel. I realised then that he knew about my trysts with my lover but still unsure if he have had the evidence.

"Mr Clarke, I am sorry but I have no time for all this. Now what the hell you are talking about? What's all this about a hotel, a video and someone called Mrs Smith?" I yelled at Mr Clarke, still standing, with my hands on my hips.

 

[wehstar]

"Don't play the fool with me woman. Think it through, if you didn't have a guilty conscience there isn't a cat in hells chance of you being here right now. Yelling isn't going to help you out either, you don't want to be making me mad."

I'm a little disappointed at how she's acting, all high and mighty like that. Wouldn't I like to bring her down a peg or two. If she were only a little nicer to me this might have been a more pleasant affair.

"Now let me cut to the chase, as I am obviously getting nowhere being nice to you, as hard as I've tried you self centered ungrateful bitch. I bugged your room at the hotel many times over, and have a lot of footage from a number of angles. I can do whatever I like with them, of that there is no doubt, including to provide them to your husband, as I have been contracted to do. But I have been following you around for some time now, and you have become the sole object of my desires. I lust for you and fantasise about your sexy body often. I want you more than you could know. So I have a proposition for you. Be mine, with me for one night, and you have my word that my footage will remain with me and me alone for my own purposes only, nobody else will ever see it."

And with that the DVD player begins to play, as I grin at the look upon Michelle's face as the gravity of her situation sinks in.

 

[sexycaz22]

As the DVD player begins to play, I watch on, seeing myself in the nude with my lover on top of me. I looked away, feeling disgusted and then I walked over to the DVD player and pressed stop, to stop it playing. Then I looked at Mr Clarke, "Look here, I am not playing games with you," I told him, "I will be more than happy to pay you an amount to stop you sending this off to my husband but there is NO WAY that I would be with you in the way you suggest," And then I walked over to the coffee table and I took out a chequebook and I sat down, writing out the cheque made to Mr Clarke then I asked, "How much?"

 

[wehstar]

"How much? How fucking much?"

It was tempting to see what I could get out of her. No matter what people say, a lot of money can buy a lot of happiness. But no, there are some things money can't buy. And it's not as if she is completely innocent in all this.

"You think that's it don't you! You can just do whatever you want in life - pay people to do whatever you want. Well this time it isn't about what you want. This is no fuckin' negotiation. Don't piss me off."

All my life rich people have been able to buy what they want, living their perfect little lives. But what about me? I never really get what I want, not like Michelle with her random shopping trips and whatever else she wants with a flash of a credit card. She can't buy me. This time it's me in charge and at the end of the day, she's just going to have to like it. I'm holding the ace card here.

 

[sexycaz22]

"You think that's it don't you! You can just do whatever you want in life - pay people to do whatever you want. Well this time it isn't about what you want. This is no fuckin' negotiation. Don't piss me off."

I sat still, glaring at Mr Clarke, feeling so angry and I thought to myself, 'who the hell he think he is?' I felt sure that I could pay him off and so I took out a small pad of my handbag and I wrote down, "How about £100,000?" then I tore the piece of paper out of the pad and handed it over to Mr Clarke and then I sat back, smiling, waiting to see how he would react.

 

[wehstar]

100K. Thats the mortgage paid off and a new car. I couldn't live off that money for the rest of my days, but it is a lot of money. The sensible thing to do is to take the money. But somehow I don't feel sensible right now, having put some planning and thought into what I wanted out of today, it would feel a little deflating not to get a little satisfaction out of Michelle Janus. Strange how your mind works when you have an erection and a desirable lady in front of you. Plus there was a (what, moral?) issue here. She is trying to buy me, to her this money is nothing, there is more where that came from. She thinks I can serve her, let her continue to get away with doing what and when she wants. Damn, how terrible a thing it must be to her, married to a millionaire who despite seeming to be a nice guy, she just can't love. Must be awful for her, all that money lay about the place, her sexy body enough to have pretty much any man she wanted on the side. Am I going to let her dictate terms to me?

"100k. That's a lot. Am I really that unattractive to you, can a woman like you not even think of me in that way? I'm sure that money is available, but then even to a millionaire that money doesn't just go unnoticed. I think a cheque made out to the private investigator Graham hired to spy on his beautiful wandering wife might look just a tad suspicious. Or are you in bed with his accountant too?"

 

[sexycaz22]

"100k. That's a lot. Am I really that unattractive to you, can a woman like you not even think of me in that way? I'm sure that money is available, but then even to a millionaire that money doesn't just go unnoticed. I think a cheque made out to the private investigator Graham hired to spy on his beautiful wandering wife might look just a tad suspicious. Or are you in bed with his accountant too?"

I was gobsmacked at Mr Clarke's reaction and I thought to myself, 'well, one can play at that' and then I wrote on the cheque, with the amount of £150,000 and then I left it on the coffee table, "I am leaving this cheque on the coffee table, it is up to you to do what you want with it, it doesn't matter to me anymore". Then I got up, and walked over to the front door. Before I exit, I said to Mr Clarke, "Fine, if that's the way you want it to be, I can assure you that if my husband finds out about you double crossing with him, you would be in deep trouble, don't you think?"

Then I put my hand on the door handle.......

 

[wehstar]

As Michelle put her hand on the door to open it and leave, she felt a hand placed on top of it, momentarily followed by a hard lump prodding against her arse, before finding her whole body being pinned against the wall.

I held her body face first flat against the door, an aching desire growing in my pants. It felt so good as I rubbed my cock through our clothing against her ass.

"Right now, I think it is you that is in deep trouble, Mrs Janus. You had better start to become more compliant." I whispered menacingly in here ear.

 

[sexycaz22]

Suddenly I felt his hand on my hand on the handle and I started to turn around when he pinned me up to the door, and suddenly I felt scared but I did not show it. I was trying to show a determined face as I started to struggle with Mr Clarke. "What the hell are you doing here? You bastard!" as I tried to wriggle out of his arms. As I tried to wriggle out, I felt his cock grind against my ass cheeks and I felt so dirty that I spit at his face.

"Right now, I think it is you that is in deep trouble, Mrs Janus. You had better start to become more compliant." Mr Clarke whispered in my ear and I shook my head, saying, "Never! Never!" and then I continued to fight against him.

 

[wehstar]

When she spits on my face I am shocked, and angry. I wipe it off and then slap her across her face, not too hard, but enough to let her know that this is unacceptable.

As she wriggles around, screaming at me, I lift her up carrying her as she struggles over to the sofa. Her arms and legs are waving about everywhere and I struggle to keep her still before throwing her violently onto the couch. Holding her down as she protests, lay on top of her I squeeze at her breasts. My eyes are wide, filled with desire, I could eat this honey right up.

"You had better be quiet right now. I don't want any bother with the neighbours."

 

[sexycaz22]

Suddenly I felt a smack across my face and I was shocked and suddenly I felt frightened at what Mr Clarke would do to me. I knew at once that I would try to fight against him but it would be difficult.

"You had better be quiet right now. I don't want any bother with the neighbours."

"Fuck you, I can make noises if I want, you bastard!" I scream as Mr Clarke lifted me up over to the sofa. I struggled with him but he was being difficult and then he pinned me down to the sofa, with his hands all over my breasts. I tried to push his hands away but he smiled at me as he squeezed my breasts hard. I spit at him once again, and shouted, "You bastard!"

 

[wehstar]

She spits and screams some more.

"Quite lively for a little one aren't we?"

I decide that she is best off being hushed up. All this screaming might attract attention, in addition to getting on my nerves and putting me off. I reach out from the plate that my half eaten tea is on, a reminder of her unwillingness to co-operate from the start. I take the knife.

"Fucking stay still!"

She looks at me in horror, as I take it to her clothing, dangerously close to her neck. Cutting at her expensive top, revealing her bra, I form a makeshift gag with it, applying it to her mouth.

"Oh yes. I'm going to have some fun with you tonight." I say, rubbing at myself through my trousers.

 

[sexycaz22]

As I struggle with Mr Clarke, he moves quickly and from the corner of my eye, I see a knife and I lay still, feeling scared. As he tored my dress apart with the knife, I start to cry out softly but then he forced a ball of cloth from my dress, making it into a gag into my mouth and I started to realise that he meant what he set out to do. And suddenly I felt scared but at the same time, I felt some strange sensation flowing through my body and it felt like that I was, in a strange way, enjoying him controlling me.

 

[wehstar]

Right now good. She is becoming a little more submissive to me, lay still whilst I use the knife, and now she is quiet with that gag.

Well this is it. There is no going back from this now. Plus the sight of her flesh is making me feel better, she is gorgeous. Now it is time to start having some fun, but she needs to be kept in order. I lift her up, and as she begins to struggle again, I restrain her arms with my hands. Holding her over my shoulder, I walk out of the living room. Perhaps she thinks I am going to take her upstairs to my bed. But no, that is not the case, as I open the door revealing cold concrete steps leading down to the dark basement. I flick the lightswitch, which lights up the path down dimly as I put her down in front of me, the gag still in her mouth.

Prodding her in the back with my fingers I command her.

"Walk bitch, down the steps."

 

[sexycaz22]

As he threw me over his shoulders, I wondered where he were taking me. All of sudden, he put me down and then I felt his fingers prodding into my back.

"Walk bitch, down the steps."

I was confused as where I were and I looked down the steps, realising that we were going downstairs to the basement. I wondered what he have got in there. I stood there, confused what to do next when he prodded a finger into my back - hard and repeated,

"Walk bitch, down the steps."

I wriggled a little and then I took a step forward, my legs shaking, feeling scared and confused. As we got down to the final step, he walked to the front and then he looked at me......

 

[wehstar]

As we reached the bottom of the steps into my basement, I stepped in front of her so that she could not make out what was in there. She looked into my eyes, and looking back into hers I feel I can look into her soul. She looks to be concerned, but it is too late for that from her.

"Listen. There is no need to be so concerned. As I have already stated to you, I just wanted this to be nice. But you are not compliant. So this is something that I am just going to have to teach you. I will teach you your lesson, and perhaps afterwards you will thank me for it."

With that, I reach with my left hand into the basement. The hand returns with a blindfold that I had available within reach. Michelle is stood still, rooted to the spot. She is almost shaking, I know not why, but I gain some pleasure from this. But then this is not a new thought to me. My basement has this equipment for a reason, not that it has seen much use at all. I fasten the blindfold to her head. I know full well that it will black out her vision completely.

Suddenly, forcefully, I take her wrists into my hands, and pull her over to my table. I bend her over it, feeling at her ass with my hands before putting her wrists into the restraints on the table. Gagged and blindfolded, she will only have an idea from touch and sound what is going on. It is time to teach her a lesson, to show her what she is missing, what I can give her.

 

[sexycaz22]

As he stood in front of me, I stood still, and were shaking with nervousness, wondering what he would do to me, when he spoke;

"Listen. There is no need to be so concerned. As I have already stated to you, I just wanted this to be nice. But you are not compliant. So this is something that I am just going to have to teach you. I will teach you your lesson, and perhaps afterwards you will thank me for it."

I thought to myself, 'what does he mean?' and I began to speak when suddenly I saw him holding a blindfold on my eyes and only then the darkness came, as I could not see anything. I felt scared. Then I felt him pulling me towards to a hard and cold surface and then he bend me over it. I felt my wrists being pulled and put into restricts.

I knew at once that Mr Clarke meant what he said and that he would teach me a lesson. All I could do is to keep quiet and hoped that he would not be rough with me.

 

[wehstar]

I step back from the situation for a second, to survey my prize. I have been devious, my first plan did not work, but 'Plan B' is now in full action. Her dress is torn, and most of it lyes discarded on my living room floor, what remains acting as a crude gag to keep her quiet. She wears only her silk underwear and heeled shoes, those golden locks covering her face and shoulders, covering more flesh than her bra and knickers. I wonder at her beauty; Michelle has a perfect face and a perfect body.

My table is made of wood, and is in fact a platform normally used to perform DIY tasks. It has only crudely been converted for its current purpose. The leather restraint straps attached to the legs of the table are currently being used to hold her wrists. They can be tightened, but currently afford her significant movement and mobility. Metallic chains also hang from a vice normally used to hold wood.

Michelle is in a vulnerable position bent over the table, her arse and cunt exposed to whatever I choose. God, I could rip those panties off and shove my rock hard cock deep up her arse, filling it with hot spunk at a moments notice. The temptation is great, but so is my range of choices about what I do, and when.

I walk slowly around the table, my footsteps echo about the room, and on the way round I swish at the hanging chains on the table, causing her to retreat away from the sound as her restraints allow. Then I unzip my trousers, take them off leaving me in my t-shirt and boxers. As I gently remove her bra, I slowly rub my piece against her stomach, and I push her back firmly so her front is against the table. I pull her tits so they hanging from the side, twisting at her nipples threateningly. Then I bring my hand down on her left arse cheek, spanking her three times in quick succession.

I throw the dress in your mouth to the floor as a speak to you.

"Mrs Janus. I know that you are a kinky little slut, I have seen this with my own eyes. I know that you enjoy sex, and that you are a feisty little bitch. Tonight, you are my slut, your body is mine, this is no negotiation. Perhaps when I have filled you with cum until I am spent you will be returned to your comforting husband and your perfect rich little world, where you can reflect how rude and disrespectful to me you have been in my own home."