Mrs. Andrea Brooks was what many would consider the ideal woman. She had the perfect life, married to a successful businessman, two children, aged eight and 10 that never gave her a minute's trouble and a successful real estate career. She was 32 years old and in the prime of her life. She knew she was beautiful, but she didn't take herself seriously. She was kind and generous, a member of the PTA and on the youth counsel at her church. They had been struggling a bit, financially. It was a tough economy in Cleveland and sales were down at her husband's business. He sold and repaired copy machines and people were waiting for an uptick in the economy before buying new machines. It was winter, and the housing market had been down for several years, anyway. Winter was always slow, and she thought she was going to have to sell her new Dodge Challenger and get something on which she wouldn't have to make payments.
When the she landed the Greyson listing, she thought it was a godsend. She had two clients to show it to, and the second had seemed very interested. They were having a little trouble with financing. They had put down earnest money and believed the bank would approve them in a few days. It was a sixteen million dollar listing and she was charging them seven percent. She would be making more than one hundred thousand in commission. She didn't feel good about the group getting the financing they needed.
When the Chapman Corporation called her and wanted to see the property she told them she already had a contract on it. They wanted to see it anyway, in case the contract fell through. She agreed to show it to them. They loved the facility, and wanted it right away. Andrea wished they had seen it first. She didn't think the other group was going to be approved anyway.
Mr. Chapman told her he had cash to pay for the facility right away. He offered her an unusual arrangement. If she would agree to sabotage the finances of the other group, he would pay her twenty five thousand in cash and close the next day.
Andrea knew she could do it, and the thought of how much she needed the money and wondering how she would make her next car payment, she agreed. She felt very guilty but she needed the money and she reasoned that they probably wouldn't be approved anyway.
She called the finance company and talked to the loan officer. She expressed her doubts about the group's financial stability and he thanked her for telling him. The group called that night and told her that they would have to look for financing elsewhere. She told them she would have to cancel the contract and she sent them back their earnest money.
She called Mr. Chapman and told him she had made the arrangements. He met her at her office and signed the papers on the property. He handed her a check for the twenty five thousand and her financial problems were over for a while. She breathed a sigh of relief and a great burden was lifted from her shoulders. She didn't want to tell her husband about the money. She knew he wouldn't approve, and so she opened a new account at another bank. She dipped into it occasionally when she wanted something and life slowly returned to normal.
She hadn't thought about it for over a year when the manila envelope arrived at her office. Her secretary handed it to her and she put it on her desk for a while before she thought about it again. She opened the envelope and her heart hammered in her chest. Someone knew! There were documents showing the loan cancelled on her recommendation, the account number of her bank and even a copy of Mr. Chapman's check. There was a note in the envelope and her world crumbled as she read it.
"Mrs. Brooks," the note read.
"I know what you did. It should be obvious that I have the documentation to prove it. I know you don't want anyone to find out. I won't tell your husband or the people at church. I won't even tell the board of realtors, the Securities and Exchange Commission or the IRS. It will be our secret so long as you comply with my demands. I don't want money, Mrs. Brooks. I know you don't have any. If you tell your husband he won't be able to help you. Likely he will divorce you and take your children. You will spend a long time in jail. On Saturday you will tell your husband you have an open house on a property you are selling. You will go to 1241 Myrtle Street. There will be one of your real estate signs in the yard. The door will be unlocked. You will go upstairs to the master bedroom. There will be an envelope and a case on the bed. You will do exactly what the directions in the envelope tell you to do. Any failure on your part to perform the smallest detail will result in the disclosure of our secret. If you comply, I will give you all the information and you will be free to go about your life. I require one day of your life. After that you will never hear from me again."
Andrea sat in her chair, numb with shock. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Her first thought was to reveal everything to her husband. She loved him very much and she knew how he would react. He might very well divorce her. What could he do anyway?
She deeply regretted her actions, but she was guilty of several crimes and she was helpless. She spent Friday in a state of shock, going through the motions of her life. Her children noticed and asked her if she was okay. She burst into tears and ran to her room, crying helplessly. She composed herself and apologized to them, hugging them and telling them she was okay.
She told her husband what she had been instructed to, and dressed like she was going to a showing. She got in her shiny black Challenger and drove to the address she had been given. She loved her car, but now she hated it. If only she hadn't been so greedy. She dreaded going into the house. What could they possibly want with her?
She got out on trembling legs and went to the door. It was a large; two story house that seemed like someone lived in it. She saw the sign in the yard. She wondered where it had come from. The door opened silently, and the interior was silent. She crossed the thick padded carpet and slowly climbed the stairs. Her heart was pounding as she opened the door to the bedroom and peeked inside. It was empty but there was a briefcase and an envelope on the bed. She opened the envelope with trembling fingers and a note fell out. It was typewritten and her horror grew as she read it.
"Mrs. Brooks," it read. "You have complied with the first part of our directions. In the briefcase are items you are going to use. There is a camera, a tripod and a vibrator. You will set up the camera to focus on the bed. You will check to make sure the camera is working and focused on the bed. Then you will strip in front of the camera and use the vibrator to bring yourself to orgasm. When you have done so, you will shut off the camera and return to the bed. There is a hood and a pair of handcuffs in the briefcase, as well. You will put on the handcuffs and place the hood over your head. There is a lock on the hood. You will close the lock and wait for further instructions. If you comply with these instructions, you will not be hurt. If you fail, you know the consequences."
Andrea's heart sank. How could they ask her to do such despicable things? She had never masturbated in her life! It was so sick and disgusting. What kind of people did this? She couldn't imagine making another person do this perverted thing. They wanted her to masturbate for the camera!
She wasn't going to do it, she decided. She would rather go to jail! She stood up resolutely and went to the door. The thought of her children stopped her with her hand on the knob. She might never see them again!
Her feet dragged her back to the bed. She looked at the vibrator and her legs trembled. It was huge! It looked like it was eight inches long and very thick. It was shaped like a penis and there was a button on the end that turned it on and off. She took the camera and the tripod and set it up. She turned it on and checked it to make sure it was working and focused. When she was satisfied, she returned to the bed and sat down. She cried miserably as she began to unbutton her white blouse. How could she do this? Her sobs continued as she took it off and slid down the zipper of her black skirt. She felt so naked and vulnerable in her bra and panties.
She reached back, unhooked her bra and let it slowly slip down her arms. Andrea was a little bit ashamed of her breasts. Their size and prominence had always bothered her. Since they had begun to grow in the seventh grade, the attention they attracted always embarrassed her. She tried to hide them beneath thick bras and conservative blouses. Her nipples weren't huge but they always seemed to be hard and sensitive. Now they jutted forward from her chest and she blushed furiously. They were amazing; the shape was female perfection. They were very full and round, not a hint of sag in spite of their weight. Her areolas were puffy, forming miniature cones on the tip of each big breast.
She tried to keep one arm crossed over her nipples while she slid her panties down her trim hips and slender legs. Her little patch of well-trimmed golden curls matched the hair on her head. Her waist was tiny and her hips flared into womanly curves. Her butt formed a perfect heart shape, and there were a pair of dimples on her back above each firm cheek. She worked hard to keep that butt in shape and her work had obviously paid off.
She sat on the bed, reluctantly reached into the case and took out the vibrator. She shuddered when she touched it. Holding it in her little trembling hands she pushed the button and felt the vibration it gave off. It had settings and she tested them. The vibration sped up and she turned it off.
She wept helplessly and lay back on the bed. She turned the disgusting toy on and tentatively touched it to her pussy. She jerked as if she had been shocked and pulled it away. Her sobs shook her small frame and she touched it to herself again. She shuddered and gasped as the toy pushed against her labia and sent shockwaves through her clitoris. She hated this, she told herself. She didn't want this, but unless she brought herself to orgasm she was in big trouble. Andrea thought about her husband and imagined that they were making love. She felt her pussy grow moist as the vibrations stimulated it. It seemed to her that her husband rarely wanted to make love anymore. Twice a month seemed like their average for the last several years. Andrea was never aggressive enough to initiate sex, but she wished he was more interested.
She rubbed the head of the vibrator over her clitoris and felt it enlarge and emerge from its hood. She slipped the head of the latex penis inside her pussy just a little and her hips began to make involuntary circular motions as she slid it deeper into her moist depths. It was bigger than her husband's penis, and she wondered how much she could take inside her. She put five inches inside and the vibration was making incredible sensations inside her. She was reaching a depth that had never known penetration before and it hurt a little. She accidently pressed down on the artificial penis inside her and it pressed against the top of her pussy, striking against some nerve bundle inside her she never knew existed.
