For Jamie, it was the end of a long week. He had finished work at lunchtime and had just got home. Of course, his wife didn't know that he had taken a half day, but then there were a lot of things that she didn't know about her husband.
He stripped of his jacket and tie and peaked into Katie's bedside draw. Her collection of vibrators and toys were always a source of titillation for him but his own secret collection was better.
He felt his phone vibrate and he quickly checked it. It was an online message from an unknown number.
I know what you did last weekend
Jamie grinned and shook his head. You have no idea what I was up to last weekend, he thought as he recalled his wife's absence. He was about to block the number when a photo appeared. It was a picture of a pretty girl sitting in front of a computer, long blond hair flowing down her back. She was scantily dressed in a white corset with lacy panties, stockings and stilettos of the same colour. She had bright red nail-varnish and, from the small part of her exposed face, carefully applied make up.
Only, it wasn't a girl.
It was Jamie.
He stared at the phone. How the hell did that photo come out? Who even took it? Sure, he took pictures of himself, but not from that angle.
"Fuck you!" he shouted angrily.
No, Jamie, fuck you,
read the next message,
or should I call you Janiesuxcox?
Colour drained from his face. He looked nervously around the room. He was genuinely scared. Not only did they know his name and his alter-ego username, but they could actually hear him.
It was a prank. His mic was on. Something.
Maybe your wife would like to see this one?
The next image was explicit. It was him, of course, lying on the bed wearing nothing but a bra. His knees were bent and spread wide and a large pink dildo was clearly protruding from his arse. He had just ejaculated, and a trail of cum was spread from his belly up to his face.
"Leave Katie out of this."
Then you will do as I say, Janie
"Don't call me that!"
Janie. Sucks. Cocks.
"What do you want? I don't have any money."
I know, Janie. Your credit cards are maxed out, your house is in negative equity, your loan repayments are late. You're even underpaying the taxman.
"How do you know this?"
I have cameras installed throughout your house, Janie. I've been watching you for a long time. I know everything about you
"You know nothing about me." he shouted, looking for the hidden cameras.
I know the pet name that Katie has for you. Thirty Second Man. That's a nice name. But I've timed you. You've never lasted for more than twenty.
"Fuck you!" He was whiter than the lingerie he wore last weekend. The photos had to have been taken by hidden cameras. It was illegal, surely, and maybe this gave Jamie the upperhand. "I'm calling the police."
You go ahead, I have everything I need.
The next image to appear was a selfie. It was Jamie, or Janie as he was dressed as, wearing a short red dress. It wasn't as flattering as the first one, and despite the make up, it was clearly him.
I will send this to your colleagues at Acme Distribution
"How do you know where I work? And how did you get that photo from my phone?"
I hacked your router some time ago, Janie. I know your internet history, and Katie's too. Did you know that after your twenty second performance, after you're sound asleep, Katie watches porn and finishes herself off with a dildo. She loves muscled men. She fucks herself with a seven inch plastic cock while you sleep.
"What do you want?"
I want to fuck Katie, of course.
"Not gonna happen."
Then I email her these pictures.
A montage of images appeared, each as explicit as the last, each so damaging that he risked his marriage, his career, his life...
I said I want to fuck Katie!
"How? She would never agree."
You will invite me over for dinner tonight. You will cook those steaks medium rare. With chips and salad. For two. When your wife arrives home, you will open that bottle of scotch that you were saving for your anniversary. I know Katie gets horny after a few drinks.
"I, I, I don't think she will go for it."
Text her now. Tell her a friend from work is coming for dinner and you are cooking. I will arrive shortly after.
Start prepping dinner. Then shave your body from the eyebrows down.
The messages immediately stopped and the unknown number went offline.
"Hey, wait..." Jamie called out, "what's my friends name?"
Jamie's head was a mess. This guy knew everything about him, and had him over a barrel. He had no money to bribe him with; he was broke, and everything that was dear to him was at risk.
Jamie took the steaks out from the fridge. There were only two. He considered cutting them into thirds, but thought better of it. He prepped a salad then opened an expensive bottle of wine to breath. Katie would arrive home at six, and this guy shortly after. He had two hours to get ready.
He considered destroying any incriminating evidence, but he knew it would be hopeless. He had photos, possibly videos, of everything. He recalled that his social media profile image had changed a couple of times over the last month; not to anything damaging but clear evidence that this guy had access to his passwords. He undressed and got into the shower. He shaved his face, then put the foam into his pubic hair and shaved that too. His chest. His legs. His arse. He shaved everything.
As he stepped out, he couldn't help but notice just how small his willy looked now with all of the hair removed. It was barely four inches when hard, but less than an inch when flaccid. He had just dressed when he heard Katie arrive home.
"Hey baby," she smiled, genuinely happy to see him, "who's your friend?"
"Er, Max. An old work buddy. He's single so I invited him over."
"I didn't know you had any friends," she teased.
He laughed it off. He was relieved that his wife was in a good mood, but as soon as he heard a knock on the door, his heart was in his mouth. Katie answered.
"Hi, I'm Max. You must be Katie." The stranger at the door was young, early twenties maybe, but tall and well built. His muscles bulged from under his white shirt and Katie's eyes widened when she saw him. He carried a large and expensive bunch of flowers which he immediately presented to her.
"Oh, wow, Max, that is so sweet. My husband never buys me flowers!"
It was true. Jamie couldn't afford it.
"Hi Janie, thanks for inviting me over." He extended his hand in friendship, and Jamie, wincing with the mispronunciation of this name, feebly shook his hand. Max stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to make a move.
"Let me pour some drinks," Jamie remembered, as he invited his guest into the living room.
"I thought you were saving that bottle," said Katie.
"Special occasion," gasped her husband as he poured the expensive scotch into crystal glassware, "I'll get on with dinner."