Chapter 6: Blackmail? Uno reverse card!
"Yes, this is undeniably an attempt at blackmailing you." Lisa noted sardonically as she scrolled through the text message chain Sara's phone.
"But you already knew that, didn't you?" Mia asked with a knowing smile, also being rather casual about the situation at hand.
The three of them were sitting at one of the round outdoor tables at the only cafe in the town. The weather's a warm and clear sunny day with barely a breeze, the type of weather that's perfect for outdoor nudity... which certainly describes their state of undress, only sandals adorning their feet for pragmatic reasons, and of course the little towels that separates their bare butts and the seats, though of course that's more to not make any unwanted mess than anything else.
It has become a habit for the trio of casual nudity enthusiasts, as their intentions being just a tad too lewd to be truly considered to be nudist, to meet up at the place on a semi frequent basis. At first joined by a common interest in their enjoyment of being naked in public, but gradually grew into something more, as befitting of friendships deeper than the mere fleeting. How much of that might have been the effects of the straying thoughts of Sara no one could tell, but on the whole no one was too worried about it either: after all, there's nothing any of them could realistically do if that's the case. In a way Sara is as helpless as those her powers affect, which goes a long way in comforting the other two.
More than just gossiping and swapping ideas for bringing more of the outrageous to normality, these outings were a time and place to bring up problems, and to solve them while having fun doing so, which brings back to the situation at hand.
It began a few days ago, when suddenly out of the blue Sara received a series of text messages, most of them with some rather candid images of her attached, and last of which not even a thinly veiled threat of the potential of others seeing those photos.
A mostly empty threat, as after all, both her workplace and the local police are perfectly aware of her activities. After all, they're getting an eyeful of it right at that moment.
"Yeah, I guess." Sara admitted slightly sheepishly as she took back her phone. "I mean I know that giving in is never an option but..." She trailed off, wondering more if her concerns are silly rather than the actual concerns themselves.
"What's the problem?" Mia asked. "That it might be plastered all over social media? The censors will take them down quickly, and the people who you truly care about you won't hold it against you." She paused a bit to take a sip of her frappuccino before resuming. "And as your employer half step removed I find no problems with your personal life."
"Well, there might be a chance he might send it to my parents." Sara admitted, fidgeting her fingers in nervousness. "And they're kinda living a bit ways away."
"Oof. That's indeed a slight problem." Lisa nodded while also cracking a grin. Not that she's mocking Sara's predicament or anything, but just at the absurdity of the situation itself... Okay, maybe a little, but what's that to someone with powers like her's? "I'm guessing you don't want your parents to know this- lifestyle of yours?"
"Eh, it's not that- well, I just haven't got around to visit them to explain. Like you know what I mean?" Sara shrugged sheepishly, not really wanting to admit that it's her procrastination that's the problem. Hopefully neither of the others will pick up on that, or at least not see it as a major character flaw or anything. The other two women nodded along, though for somewhat different reasons only known to themselves.
"So what do you want to do about it?" Mia asked, the grin on her face already revealing that she already has something in the works regardless of where the others are at.
"Well, I don't really want to go the straight legal route." Sara started. "It's either gonna be too light or some overreaction- No offense." She belatedly added the last tidbit, remembering Lisa's job.
"None taken." Lisa smiled knowingly, finding this all rather amusing. "What do you have in mind?" She asked Mia in turn, seeing the other woman's expression of ulterior motives.
"Give him what he thinks he wants." Mia explained, before taking a melodramatic pause. "But also the consequences of that..."
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Corey looked at the clearly feminine figure in the ill fitting trench coat approaching him at a footpath in the park with trepidation and nervousness. On the one hand, he couldn't believe that his blackmail scheme had worked so flawlessly so far, just like in the hentais, but on the very lack of problems just doesn't feel right. Nothing has ever really gone right in his 20 some years of life so far, and it's his first time doing something... this sketchy.
