Usha's Story
Chapter 3 - Ruth's secret
Good fortune was with Jolene; looking out the window of the pub kitchen where she was preparing food for the lunchtime customers, she spotted the very person she had been waiting to talk to. Ruth Archer was sitting in the sunshine in the Bull's garden, obviously waiting for someone, as the pub was not due to open for another hour.
"Ruth! Hi! You're too early if you are waiting for a drink", called Jolene in a friendly voice, knowing full well that Ruth was never likely to visit the Bull at lunchtime, or alone.
"Oh, hello, Jolene. Hope you don't mind me borrowing your garden. I was just waiting for the village shop to reopen. I think Susan must be running late - she is usually there by now," Ruth responded.
"No problem - you're more than welcome. In fact, I need to have a word with you anyway, but not here. Come inside - I have something to show you."
Jolene turned and walked away before Ruth could reply. Baffled as to what Jolene could possibly have of interest to show her, Ruth nevertheless followed her into the pub via the kitchen door.
"Through here," Jolene said over her shoulder, indicating the office.
Ruth perceived a change in Jolene's demeanour; she seemed less friendly and more business-like somehow. Ruth was at a loss to understand what was going on, but she was very soon to find out.
The office was a simple affair, a desk with drawers and filing trays and two chairs. Ruth noted the tidy paperwork and could easily imagine how organised and efficient Jolene and Sid were in running their business.
"Sit down, Ruth." It wasn't said in invitation from Jolene; more like an instruction to an errant employee. Ruth did as she was told, albeit hesitantly.
"What's this about, Jolene? What do you have to show me - and why is it necessary to talk in here?" Ruth said, in the most assertive voice she could muster. She wasn't used to, and didn't like, being pushed around.
"Don't take that tone with me, Ruth Archer. You might think yourself and your family to be something special around here, but I know you for what you really are!" Jolene snapped.
"What do you mean by that?" Ruth said, but with much less confidence than before.
"I mean that I know what a slut you can be!" Jolene put emphasis on the insult.
"How dare you call me that?"
Ruth rallied with all the vigour she could muster, but, in reality, she was genuinely scared and her insides were turning to jelly.
Jolene looked hard at the frightened woman. She could almost smell Ruth's fear and knew she had her.
"Because it's true, and I have the proof."
Reaching in a drawer, she took out a glossy print and dropped it in front of a pale and shaken Ruth.
Ruth stared in disbelief at the photograph. She could not speak, but had she been able to, she would not have been in any position to argue that it was she in the picture, and that she was performing oral sex on a large penis. A penis that she had been very familiar with in the not too distant past.
Ruth was unable to meet Jolene's eyes as the latter fixed her with a look of huge satisfaction.
"I have plenty more if that doesn't convince you." Jolene eventually broke the silence and dropped a second photograph onto the desk. Through tear-filled eyes, Ruth looked at the bright, alive eyes of the woman in the picture and the indecently exhibited thick, white semen coating her tongue and lips.
Noting Ruth's capitulation and near state of hysteria, Jolene, followed up her advantage with two more pictures that she had selected for today's purpose.
Ruth was numb and barely looked at the latest revelations, but she recognised the dildo and Sam.
"I'm not an unreasonable woman, Ruth, so I am going to give you a choice. You can either agree to what I am going to tell you, or copies of these," - she indicated the photographs - "and some others will be posted to your husband, his stuck-up family and on the internet. Understand so far?"
Ruth could only nod her head.
Jolene outlined what she expected of Ruth, but with the minimum of detail. She was to come to the Bull, dressed for a party in her most revealing clothes, the evening after next. She would be helping Jolene to entertain a few of Sid's friends and should not expect to be going home until late.
"I can't do that!" gasped Ruth, truly shocked.
"Can't or won't?" snapped Jolene. "By the look of these," - she indicated towards the photographs again - "you seem well enough qualified, so it can't be 'can't.' So that leaves 'won't', and you already know the consequences if that's the case! Like I said, I'm not unreasonable. You have until this time tomorrow to confirm you will do it, otherwise...." She left the sentence intentionally unfinished.