My car simply died as I was driving to work. I called a tow truck company that was near my home. The driver dropped me off at my house. I had decided going to work would be a waste of time and I would have to make some calls to get a rental for a few days.
Ann, my wife of 22 years, was not home when I went inside. I remembered her saying something about shopping. That seemed to be her response to the 'empty nest syndrome'. Our two kids were grown and living in other states, so she had time on her hands. I had a good career and she had no reason to seek employment, hence the trips to the boutiques and malls.
I had recently picked up a new camera that did everything but wipe your ass. I was in my home office trying to figure out all the features when I heard my wife come in. I considered sneaking some movies of her undressing. I remained in my home office and did not let her know I was home. I opened the office door slightly and saw her looking at the bags of merchandise she had just brought home. I found her in the viewfinder and began recording, just to see if I could master the zoom and set the time and date.
The doorbell rang and she went to the door and opened it. A heavy, well-dressed man stood there.
"Mrs. Crane?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," replied Ann. "Can I help you?"
"I can help you, Mrs. Crane. I can help you avoid jail and a great deal of embarrassment," he stated. "May I come in?"
I was catching this on film and wondering what the hell was going on. Ann put her hand to her mouth and made a whimpering sound. Then she stepped back from the door and the man entered.
"Thank you, Mrs. Crane. I suspect you know about which I am speaking. I am Thomas Becker and I own the company that handles security at many of the boutiques and shops in the area," he told her as he removed his expensive jacket.
"We install surveillance equipment to prevent and/or apprehend shoplifters and thieves," he continued. "Normally, I have my employees handle the installation, but we have been very busy. Today I installed cameras at 'Chez Beverly' and monitored them for a few hours.
My wife seemed very agitated and sat on the couch. Her color was gone and she was breathing hard.
"As I was checking my equipment, I saw you steal a very expensive bracelet from the counter. I made some discreet inquiries and learned your name and address, and that you were a very good customer of theirs," he stated. "I have the tape with me. Would you like to have that tape, Mrs. Crane?"
My wife was trembling as she listened to his last question. I could barely hear her answer.
"Please!" was all she said.
"I thought you would want it. That is why I am here. Now the question is how badly do you want it? I imagine it would be quite a shock to your husband, family, and friends if you were arrested and jailed for shoplifting, wouldn't it?" he asked.
Ann was beginning to find her nerve. She stood up and faced the man. She was slightly taller than he and it seemed to bother him to have her look down at him.
"So this is about money?" asked Ann. "I should have known you were not just being kind. How much do you want?"
"I really don't want your money," he replied. "I do quite well with my business, thank you."
"Not to be dense, but I thought you were shaking me down. Explain why you here," Ann responded.
I thought to myself that she had to be a dumb bitch to get in this jam, but she seemed to be handling the guy quite well. I wondered if she would escape with a scare. Part of me wanted her to suffer enough to prevent it from happening again. If she got off too easily she may do it again.
"You are an attractive woman, Mrs. Crane," he replied. "I saw that immediately on the monitor. I would like you to show your appreciation for the favor I would be doing for you."
I gasped, but luckily Ann gasped at the same time, and much louder.
"I have to insist you leave right now!" she almost shouted. "I am a happily married woman and do not perform 'favors'!
"Have it your way, then. The police should be contacting you within the hour. I am sure your family will understand," chuckled the prick. "Jail can be a character building experience."
Ann flinched at that. He had struck a nerve or two.
"Exactly what do you want from me," she asked.
Becker smiled as he answered, "I would like very much to see those big breasts of yours, Mrs. Crane. I would like you to remove your blouse and bra."
"If I do that, will you give me whatever tape you have and leave me alone?" Ann asked.
"It will depend on many things," Becker replied. "I suggest you get started or I will leave for the police station with my tape."
Ann stood there looking at the man for a full minute, He just continued waiting. Finally she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. She was wearing a frilly black bra and I zoomed in to get a close up of her wonderful tits. She placed her blouse on the back of the couch and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra.
